A/N: I'm sure some of you came to this update, expecting me to give you some excuse as to why I'm putting this story on permanent hiatus.

Well, if you thought that… you were wrong.

A lot has changed in my life since I last update this story. I'm entering my junior year at Rutgers, now twenty years old. I finally own my own car, a 2010 Mustang in black that would certainly make John Cena proud, and live in an apartment, for the most part, with three fantastic roommates, one of whom has been a great friend since the first day of freshman year. Still, I've managed to stay friends with the same trio of girls, roomie included, since that fateful move-in day in August of 2008.

I've had the pleasure of traveling places I've always dreamed of visiting and planned vacations to a few more.

And while Atlantic Records was a great internship, I'm working for a company that I've oddly grown up in total adoration of and which adulthood has made me love in an entirely different way: the New York Mets. Yeah… I get to go to games and hang around gorgeous, rich baseball players as part of my job. It's okay to be jealous.

Anyway, I hope all is going well in your lives and that a little piece of you hasn't forgotten these characters while they've been away. I promise that neither I, nor Jessica, have forgotten about all of you.

So without further adieu, here is the final chapter of She's a Rebel III: Cupid's Chokehold.

Mere moments ago, the room had been buzzing. Bridesmaids had been flitting about, fumbling through their garment bags, with the makeup artists and hair stylists buzzing around them as they attempted to put themselves together by the early afternoon deadline. Mere moments ago, the room had looked like a total disaster.

But now, there was a calm about the room. All of the luggage had been stacked neatly in a corner, hangers once belonging to dresses dangling from a rolling clothes rack on the far side of the wall. All of the women and two male hairdressers, who had been in the bride's quarters of the reception hall, were gone.

Except for the bride, of course.

Her hazel eyes glanced at the antique-looking wooden clock on the wall. Only fifteen minutes left before she had to walk down the aisle that while only a mere five hundred feet long, would probably seem like it were a mile.

Quickly, her eyes found their way to the mirror ahead of her as studied her reflection. These were her last minutes as an unmarried woman, her last moments as Jessica McMahon. And that very thought caused her stomach to churn.

It had been decided long ago, when she and John had been newly engaged last summer, that she would legally forgo her maiden name and break the tradition established by her sister-in-law, Marissa Mazzola-McMahon, and sister, Stephanie McMahon-Levesque. While she respected the decision, she had always known that it would not be her own, especially after the August engagement.

Jessica had made it clear to her parents that she wasn't ashamed of her last name and the reputation that came with it. In fact, she was proud to bear the legacy of her grandparents, Vince and Diana. Yet it was time to carve a new path in her life, one that would be traveled with her new husband. It was only fair that they not just share a life, but also a name; one they'd also share with their children, whenever that time came.

So for the purposes of sports entertainment, her ring name would be Jessica McMahon-Cena. However, in her heart, in her soul, and in the eyes of the law, she would forever be known as Jessica Cena from that day forward.

Unconsciously, her French-manicured fingers reached up and ran over the delicate white gold chain around her neck, stopping at the teardrop-shaped diamond, surrounded by twenty smaller ones. It was her something borrowed, left to Linda for the specific purpose of being given to Jessica on her wedding day in the event Diana wasn't alive to see it.

As the thought of her grandmother crossed her mind, Jessica's hazel eyes began to water and she fought to stop them from running down her face and ruining her makeup.

Upon composing herself, the twenty-eight year old stared into the mirror. Her caramel blonde hair had been twisted into loose curls and hung just mid-bicep, the tulle of her veil draped over them two inches below. The makeup artist who had become her favorite to work with before shows, Charlie, had swept her lids with a deep lavender, dusting a violet color in the crease, lining them with black and coating her lashes in black mascara. She had insisted on using a pink lip color that had looked like Barbie's go-to shade in the bottle, and while Jessica had initially refused, the two years-older woman given the name of Charlotte at birth had assured her in the poshest of British accents that it would not look like she had plastered her lips with bubblegum. Sure enough, the color had gone on sheer and the bride-to-be had made a mental note to pick up a tube before her honeymoon.

The blonde found herself tracing the intricate lace patterns of her strapless bodice with her fingernail, seemingly finding no end, until a knock on the door caught her attention.

"Jessica," a deep voice followed the knock, piercing through the silence. "It's Dad. Can I come in?"

She released the deep breath she had no idea she'd been holding in. "Sure."

The oak door opened and Vince McMahon walked into the room, dressed in his best tuxedo that had most likely cost him in the tens of thousands of dollars, and stopped dead in his tracks, closing the door behind him. His breath nearly caught in his throat as his eyes fell on his youngest child, sitting in front of the vanity. "You look beautiful, Jess."

Her eyes flickered gold as she turned to face him. "Really?"

He nodded and smiled at her brightly. "John's not going to be able to breathe when he sees you. Orton might have to give him CPR."

A laugh escaped her lips. "Somehow, I think he'll find a way to breathe if he sees Randy leaning in for the kill."

"We should only be so lucky," Vince added with a chuckle of his own.

"Come to give me away?" she looked up at him, her eyes sparkling.

He shook his head. "Not quite yet," he replied and began to cross the room towards her. "We have a few minutes and I wanted to talk to you. You know, father to daughter."

Silently, Jessica hoped it had nothing to do with the honeymoon. "Everything alright?"

Vince nodded his head in the affirmative, pulling up a chair to sit in front of her. "You know, I never forgave myself for leaving you with your grandmother."

"Dad…" she cut in, trying to steer him away from the subject.

"Let me finish." He held a strong hand up to halt her. "I knew that you were happy there, more so as the years passed, but I always thought, in the back of my mind, that I had passed off my responsibilities as a parent… as a father… on someone else when things got rough," he added, taking a moment to figure out what he was going to say next. "But I thought about you every hour of every day. I wondered if I was doing the right thing, if letting Grandma raise you was the best decision. I worried about you when you were eighteen years old just as much as I worried about you when you were five years old and I took you to the beach." He stopped again in an effort to compose himself. "I want you to know that despite the fact that while after today, someone else will be the most important man in your life, I'm never going be there for you any less than I am today. I will always be there to help you in any way that I can, protect you however I can. You'll always be my little girl, Jessie," Vince told her with a smile as he reached up to touch her cheek. "And nothing will ever change that."

Jessica lightly bit down on her quivering lip, struggling to keep the tears at bay. Her hand reached up and covered her own, pulling it down so that it was clasped between both of her hands. "I know, Daddy. I know."

"Come here." Vince rose to his feet and pulled her into his arms, embracing her tightly. "I love you, Jessica. Your grandparents would be so proud of you today."

"I love you too, Daddy." She smiled into his shoulder, gripping him tightly.

Vince's arms slackened and he took a step away from his daughter. "I think it's time. You ready?"

Jessica reached onto the counter in front of the mirror and scooped up her bouquet into her hands. "Absolutely."

John stood at the open French doors of Oheka Castle, peering out onto the rear lawn and gardens, where the guests were seated, and felt his stomach doing summersaults beneath his skin. No Raw broadcast, pay-per-view, or Wrestlemania could remotely compare to this, nor could the slight nerves he had possessed for any of them.

He wasn't afraid of marriage or the responsibilities that came with it and he certainly was not uncertain of the woman he had chosen to spend the rest of his life with. If anything, John knew how absolutely lucky he was. It was because of how lucky he was that he was nervous; nervous that he would not be the husband that Jessica deserved.

Randy came up behind him, clapping a hand onto the shoulder of his black tuxedo. "You alright there, man?"

The groom nodded, exhaling deeply as he adjusted his red rose boutonnière. "I'm fine. Just anxious."

"You're going to be fine," the younger man assured him with an honest smile as the pastor passed by the two on his way to the altar. "I think you're up. I'm going to get in line with Sam. Go get her, John."

John smiled back at him in return and as the music started, stepped forward into the sunshine. Immediately, he found his feet walking across a plush white carpet, stretched across the grass and past the guests looking in his direction, stopped at the alter that stood right in front of the reflective pool of water.

When he arrived at the last row of white folding chairs, he noticed burgundy and white tulle was draped along the back of the last row of seats and at the end of each row of chairs, red rose petals scattered along the edges of the aisle. It was something that had been discussed during the planning stages of the wedding, but it wasn't until he saw it in person that he realized just how striking the decorations were.

John reached the first row of chairs and smiled over at his parents in the two end seats. His father smiled back at him reassuringly as his mother began to wipe tears from her eyes beside him in her dark red dress to match the décor of the wedding.

The pastor shook John's hand and he took his place beside the man of God, waiting for the rest of the procession to begin.

Before any members of the wedding party made their way down the carpet, John's nieces, Samantha and Amanda, stepped forward in matching crimson dresses with slightly puffed sleeves and began to toss more petals onto the path. When they came to the end, they kissed their uncle on the cheek and hopped onto the seats beside their grandparents and their two brothers, each holding a ring box in their hands.

First down the aisle was Randy and his fiancée, Samantha, on his arm, clutching her bouquet of white roses that matched his boutonnière. Upon reaching the altar, they separated; Sam to the end of the bridesmaids line and Randy to the end of the groomsmen line.

Jamie and Steve were next down the line, followed by Marissa and Dan, Amy and Matt Cena, and Trish and Sean, all eight individuals taking spots on either side of the center in order.

Last down the aisle was John's best man and childhood friend, Matt Sullivan, and Jessica's maid of honor and older sister, Stephanie.

"I see they fixed her dress," Trish noted to the rest of the bridesmaids out of the corner of her mouth.

Like the rest of the women, Amy couldn't help but attempt to stifle her laughter. "Oh, you're awful."

Finally, Stephanie took her place near the pastor at the end of her aisle and quickly waved to her husband and daughter, seated beside her mother.

John took another deep breath as the music started and his best man patted him on the back. "You're gonna be fine."

He nodded as the crowd rose from their white folding chairs to their feet in response to the wedding march and turned towards the glass doors.

Two of tuxedo-clad staff members of Oheka simultaneously pulled open the French doors that had been closed behind the wedding party. Moments later, Vince stepped through the doorway and into the sunshine, his youngest daughter's arm looped through his own.

At first, she seemed so distant to John, a figure that he could barely make out, as the distance between the building and the last row of chairs was relatively far. But as Jessica's high-heeled shoe passed the first chair, his breath caught in his throat.

She was merely fifty feet away from him now, more magnificent than any bride he'd ever seen in any magazine or movie. The dress fit her beautifully, the intricately embellished lace on the corseted bodice, as well as the romantic satin band highlighting her waist and accentuating her figure. But the show stopping aspect of the gown was the full A-line skirt, consisting of starburst pickups and a ten-foot long train.

From where he was standing at that moment, John couldn't see her face, hidden by the veil. Yet, he knew beneath the white tulle attached to the diamond headband was the face of the most beautiful woman on Earth.

When her white heel first connected with the white carpet, Jessica clutched onto her father's arm for dear life. She was nervous, she was excited… she felt a thousand different emotions she had never experienced before. There were over two hundred people standing in front of her, watching every single step intently. It was incredibly nerve-racking.

To distract her from the potential of falling, she tried to find everyone on each side of the aisle, curious as to which section they identified with. It wasn't shocking that the Hardys, all of the Divas, and most of the WWE Legends were sitting on the bride's side of the aisle. However, she was a little surprised by the presence of Shelton Benjamin, Ken Anderson, Adam Copeland, and John Hennigan on the groom's side of the aisle.

But before she could ponder that point of interest much at all, Jessica realized that she was close enough to the alter that to make out every detail of his face.

And as her hazel eyes connected with his blue ones, her grip on her father loosened altogether.

Even deterred by a layer of tulle, there was nothing that could break their gaze. Distracted, the distance between them closed in what seemed like the blink of an eye. It was only when Jessica and her father came to a stop that she realized John's eyes had glazed over.

She turned towards her father and smiled up at him. Reluctantly taking her hint, Vince reached up and lifted the veil off of her face and over her head. "I love you, Jessie."

"I love you too, Dad." Her eyes fluttered closed as he pressed his lips to her forehead.

By the time they opened, Vince had turned to the younger man. "You take good care of her, you hear me?"

John nodded. "Yes, sir."

The older man reached out and shook his hand firmly, a hint of an approving smile on his lips. Letting go of John, he took his daughter's hand and placed it in his much larger one, pressing them together. "Welcome to the family, son."

Jessica turned slightly and handed her sister the red rose bouquet to balance with her smaller white one. By the time she faced John again, Vince was already sitting beside her mother. "Hi," she whispered, her lips spreading into a smile.

"Hey," he returned quietly. "You look so beautiful, Jess."

Her eyes lit up. "You clean up well yourself."

A small chuckle escaped his lips. "You ready?"

"I've never been more certain of anything in my entire life," the blonde replied with a grin and tightened her grasp around his hand.

"Me neither," he assured her and turned towards the pastor. "Let's get married."

She nodded, now beaming, and they walked up two stairs to the altar.

"Good afternoon, everyone. Please be seated," Pastor Kevin Leach greeted the guests, who settled into their chairs at his request. "We are here as the family and friends of Jessica and John to celebrate their marriage," he began, glancing at the bride and groom. "This is a serious occasion. Marriage is not to be entered into lightly, but only after serious thought. It requires sincerity, honesty and mutual respect. But although this is a solemn occasion, it is also an occasion of joy, because marriage is an expression of love, optimism, and life.

"A marriage is not the beginning of a relationship. John and Jessica have been important in each other's lives for some time. But this service does mark an important point for them, and for their hope and ours that their relationship will go on in growth over the coming years—that it will endure and become even stronger over time.

"I remember the day I first met our bride and groom," Pastor Leach turned to the young man first. "John was a handful from the very first day his mother carried him into my church…"

John grimaced, hearing the laughter of the friends and family gathered in attendance. I wasn't made much better by the fact that the only other person besides Jess that he could see was Matt Sullivan, who was doing everything he could not to double over.

"And Jessica exuded poise and grace from the very moment she spoke her first words to me," he added, his eyes landing on her. "Upon coming to me to officiate this ceremony, John began to tell me of what he thought the moment he realized that he had fallen for his best friend. He had a sparkle in his eye that only a man experiences when he is truly and deeply in love. Each time I look between Jessica and John…" the pastor glanced at the couple and then looked out onto the lawn. "I see that spark."

The pair's eyes wandered towards each other, looking out of their corners. Even in limited sight, they knew the sparkle that remained regardless.

"Marriage is not an end to problems," Pastor Kevin continued, his voice slightly louder. "No relationship is without troubles. But it is a commitment to face problems, to attempt to solve problem, and to rise above them. It is a commitment to try to do no wrongs to each other, but also a commitment to try to forgive the wrongs that are done.

"Jessica and John believe that marriage is a partnership in which companionship, help, support, encouragement, love and comfort should be given and received. They believe that marriage is the voluntary union of a man and a woman who trust one another, who love one another, and who want to share their joys and their sorrows and their plans, their home and their future," he noted additionally. "They believe that marriage is a partnership, but it is not a dissolving of individualities. Marriage recognises an interdependence of man and wife, but also their independence, their right to their separate friends and opinions and ambitions. And they believe that marriage is the voluntary, full and exclusive commitment of a man to a woman and a woman to a man, entered into with the hope and the firm intention that it will last for life."

Whether aware of it or not, the pastor noticed both the bride and groom were lightly nodding along to everything he was saying. He felt the corners of his mouth twitch, but pushed it aside to continue on with the ceremony.

"Today, John has decided to write his own vows."

The twenty-nine year old released his bride's hand, reaching inside of his black tuxedo jacket to pull out a folded up sheet of paper. "Twenty-two years ago, I met an angel," he began. "She was young, beautiful, and brilliant. And she brought joy to my life. This angel's name was Jessica Juliette McMahon," John added, glancing up from the paper to smile at her. "On this day, I stand before everyone here to pledge my love and devotion to you, Jessica. From the very beginning you were my best friend, the one person who I could always turn to. As we grew older, we travelled through life together, through the greatest of life's joys and sorrows, side by side. Although time separated us for a brief while…" he trailed off, giving himself a moment to keep his composure. "It only made me see just how much I need you in my life. You stood by my side as I faced all of my adolescent trials of life and today, I no longer ask you to simply stand beside me." John lifted his head up once more, this time refolding the piece of paper and shoving it back into the confines of his jacket. "Today, I ask you to join me in my journey through life, as my best friend, my companion, and most importantly… as my wife."

Tears began to pool in the blonde's eyes, her bottom lip trembling through her smile as she struggled to keep the tears from falling.

The pastor continued, "Jessica has also decided to write her own vows."

She nodded, turning back towards the bridal party. Moments later, Amy had passed her a piece of cream-colored paper of her own to use as backup in the case her memory failed her. "My darling, John…" she began, gazing at him lovingly. "I never imagined that I could love someone this much," Jessica paused to shake her head, still staring up at him. "When my career in the ring started, we had been apart for a short while. I remember looking out into the crowd, hoping to see your face each day, and I wondered what it would be like to one day look out and see you there, to know that you had come to see me. Today, I still don't know for sure what it feels like," she admitted without the slightest hint of regret. "But I am certain that feeling could not even compare to what it's like standing in front of the crowd, knowing that you are by my side instead of out there. On this day, I swear, before our family and friends, that I plan to remain at your side, whether it's in front a crowd, our family, our friends, our children, or just the mirror." A few stray tears gliding down her cheeks, Jessica beamed up at him proudly. "On this day, John, I promise to love you and support you as your partner in crime forever."

John couldn't help but chuckle at the last part. It was just like her to make him laugh at the most unlikely of moments.

Leach picked up where Jessica had left off. "You have all gathered here as the friends and family of Jessica and John to witness this exchange of vows. John, take Jessica's hand and say after me…" he instructed the young man he had watched grow up in his church.

John listened intently as he found her hazel eyes, paying more attention to the pastor than he'd ever paid attention in any class in his life as if a failure to accurately repeat would mean an invalid marriage. "I, John Felix Anthony Cena… take you, Jessica McMahon… to be my lawfully wedded wife. I call upon our families and friends gathered here to witness that I love you. I promise to be your lover, companion, and friend… your ally in conflict… your student and your teacher. Your comrade in adventure, your consolation in disappointment… your accomplice in mischief and your strength in your need.

"I seek to share with you a relationship of love, humor, and tenderness… I will share my life and my thoughts and feelings with you. I will help you fulfill your needs… I will allow you to be yourself… and I will rejoice in your growth…" John trailed off just before his voice broke.

"I will stand by you through our future together… respecting you… supporting you… and enjoying you. Forever and for always." He exhaled quietly, secretly believing he had just taken revenge on every teacher who had doubted his ability to memorize anything.

Pastor Kevin nodded in approval and then moved onto the bride. "Jessica, please repeat after me…

She bobbed her head in agreement, admiring the azure hue of his eyes. "I, Jessica Juliette McMahon… take you, John Felix Anthony Cena… to be my lawfully wedded husband. I call upon our families and friends gathered here to witness that I love you. I promise to be your lover, companion, and friend… your ally in conflict… your student and your teacher. Your comrade in adventure, your consolation in disappointment… your accomplice in mischief and your strength in your need," she added, grinning cheekily at the second to last phrase.

"I seek to share with you a relationship of love, humor, and tenderness… I will share my life and my thoughts and feelings with you. I will help you fulfill your needs… I will allow you to be yourself… and I will rejoice in your growth…" Jessica repeated, her voice cracking as the tears began to flow steadily.

"I will stand by you through our future together… respecting you… supporting you… and enjoying you. Forever and for always."

Now it was she who received a nod of approval from Pastor Kevin. "A ring—a circle—is taken as a symbol of endlessness and so of your hope that your marriage will last forever." He looked over to where John's family sat and motioned for Anthony to come forward.

The little boy hopped off the bench and waddled over to his uncle, holding out a ring. Laughing at his nephew, John took the box from him and ruffled his short hair slightly. "Thanks, buddy."

"Welcome!" he exclaimed loudly and ran back to Jamie as everyone chuckled.

"John, say after me…"

"I give you this ring as a symbol of my love and as a sign of my vows," he repeated and careful slipped the platinum band wrapped in three-millimeter diamond squares onto her finger.

The pastor motioned again and this time, the slightly older Aaron walked towards Jessica and handed her John's ring. "Thank you, sweetheart." She smiled at him, bending down to kiss him on the cheek.

"You're welcome, Auntie Jess!" he whispered excitedly and scurried back to his seat.

"Jessica, say after me…"

"I give you this ring as a symbol of my love and as a sign of my vows," Jessica stated in similar fashion to John, slipping his platinum band with two satined stripes onto his finger.

The pastor gestured towards Stephanie and Matt. "If the witnesses could please step forward to sign the documents with the bride and groom."

The four walked over to the table to his slight left where the marriage license rested. Stephanie and Matt went first, followed by Jessica and John. With a smile, she returned to his side at the altar.

"That's the last time I'll ever sign my name as Jessica McMahon," she whispered to him.

"Thank God," he answered with a wink before Kevin Leach's voice called their attention once more.

"Please stand," he bellowed to the gathering. "Jessica and John, may your love deepen and grow through all the tests and joys that life has to offer you. I now pronounce you husband and wife. John," the pastor addressed him with a wry glint in his eye. "You may kiss the bride."

John moved to face his wife for the first time, beaming uncontrollably, and found that she too was sporting a face-splitting grin. Swiftly, he bent his head forward and pressed his lips against hers. At the contact, the guests broke out into applause and cheers, as well as a few cat calls from the WWE contingency as her arms found their way around his neck.

Forced to come up for air, they broke apart and found their smiles re-etched on their faces.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, for the first time, I present to you… Mr. and Mrs. John Cena!"

As everyone clapped again and the music started, John put his lips close to her ear. "That was better than any ring introduction I'll ever have."

After tapping her lightly on the shoulder, Stephanie handed Jessica back the bouquet. "Congratulations, Jess."

"Thanks, Steph. That means a lot."

"Hey, Mrs. Cena…" a voice called to her and she smiled for what seemed like the thousandth time thus far. She swiveled around and found John extending his arm for her. "I believe we have a walk to take."

Jessica slipped her slender arm around his own. "Yes we do, Mr. Cena. Yes, we do."

"Cena, I've got a bone to pick with you," Randy announced to the chagrin of his fiancée as John sat down at the rectangular table.

Just as he was about to open his mouth in protest, his wife wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head against his. "Which one?"

"Both of you! How in the hell are Sam and I going to top this?"

Jessica shrugged, moving into her seat beside John. "You're simply not. Get over it, Orton."

The younger wrestler grew defensive. "Now wait a second…"

"Randy," Sam interred, placing her hand on his arm. "Their relationship could be the plotline for the romance novel of the year, which would then be made into a high-grossing romantic comedy," she informed him whimsically and then her tone dropped to one as dry as a bone. "We met in a bar. Get over it."

"Oh… would you look at that!" John spoke quickly to cut through the tension. "They're playing our song, Mrs. Cena!"

"Hmm?" Jessica cocked her head to the left, focusing in as the extended opening of "Iris" by Goo Goo Dolls began to grace her ears. "Why, I believe you're right, Mr. Cena."

"Shall we?" He rose to his feet, holding out his hand for her to take.

"We shall!" She exclaimed brightly, placing her hand in his as they headed for the dance floor. Once they were a few steps away from the table, she muttered, "What perfect timing, right?"

He couldn't help but laugh as their feet reached the wooden floor. "Pretty sure they've already got the whole old, married couple down."

"I have to say…" she began as he rested his hand on her hip and they began to sway. "I'm pretty sure we had that down when we were in elementary school."

"Ahh…" he nodded slowly with a wince. "I should have realized back then. Although, I think I only would have been able to afford one from a gumball machine."

She shook her blonde curls at him. "I wouldn't have cared if you wrapped a rubber band around my finger."

"Because you were loaded."

"You're an idiot, you know that?"

"You married me!" John retorted gleefully. "Who's the idiot now, Mrs. Cena?"

Jessica rolled her eyes at him. "Look at that… first time you'll ever be right in our marriage, Mr Cena." She stopped to shake her head. "I don't think we've called each other by our first names once all day. Do you think we'll ever use them again?"

Her husband smirked. "We'll have plenty of time tonight… and then again after the plane lands and we check into our hotel in London tomorrow."

"Oooh… you're smooth."

"I'm batting 1.000. What a great start to our life together, Mrs. Cena." He stated brightly, pulling her closer to him.

"Don't expect to be right too many times, Mr. Cena."

"I certainly don't," he laughed, spinning her around the floor. "But hey… at least I know my left from my right."

And as they twirled around the dance floor, it was as though they were their seven and eight year old selves again, flying around the playground as they attempted not to stumble.

But if they had learned anything at all from their relationship over the course of their lives, it was that it was okay to stumble…

As long as they were there to help each other off the ground.

By the time you read this, John and I will be approaching our one-year anniversary. So much has happened in a year that I don't think I can add it all in. Deep down, we both knew that we'd get here, but I think a piece of him wondered if I'd kill him first.

While sometimes, he drives me up a wall, I love John Cena with all of my heart. I don't care if he's shooting off fireworks in our backyard, timing his cars' quarter-mile down our street, trying to build a home aquarium, getting too drunk with his buddies and falling down the stairs, or rigging the front door to drop buckets of water down on Randy as a prank… because he's been that way for all of the years that I've known him and that's the man I fell in love with.

So no matter what life throws our way in the form of movie roles, personal problems, company problems, or tabloids, I can honestly say that I know we'll survive ALL of it because we're soulmates.

And there is not a single person out there who will ever be able to change that.

A/N: FINALLY, right? I can't believe that it's been a year since I last penned a chapter of SAR III. But something just clicked in my head tonight and gave me the inspiration to finish it off!

And you all thought I was just going to abandon Jessica McMahon!

Okay, well… maybe you didn't. But I know a lot of you were doubting me.

I have to thank every single one of you for reading this story and continuing to review it, even though it had been so long since I'd published something fresh. And I also must thank those of you who buckled up on the wild ride that is my foray into the Supernatural fandom.

If you check both my author's page, as well as my twitter account, you'll find a website that is the NEW home of Jessica McMahon's page. Her blog, photo albums, and all other news are over there. Plus, you can write to her… and guess what? I can guarantee that she'll write back! (wink wink).

So without further adieu, here are the long overdue shout-outs:

Queen Chaos-Hardy – I know that so much has changed in your life since this last review, but I echo your sentiments about missing the old days. Hopefully, I can continue to help nurture the talents of a new generation of writers. I love you, Charizard!

Sideways anger – I you thought my job was exciting last year, I work for the Mets this year… HOT BASEBALL PLAYERS AHOY! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the wedding chapter. I SLAVED over it for a year!

AlexiaCalaway – Whoever would have guessed I'd have posted before you? Haha. Hope all is well.

Sambolina – I hope the wait is worth it!

ThatGirl54 – Not only did I write the vows down two years ago, but I had to translate them into dialogue form. It was so daunting. Hope I didn't let you McCena fans down at all!

Da-Real-Mrz-Cena102100 – John was in the hospital because Randy didn't follow the rules and distracted the stripper, causing her to injure herself. That shouldn't surprise anyone! Hope this wasn't TOO long for ya!

SoCalStarOC – Oh no, I really dropped off the face of the planet this time. I hope this meets your expectations.

VJSImpact – I could never forget McCena!

iNdy MiLk – The Cenas ARE pretty sneaky! But so am I with the update… hope you enjoyed!

SnowAngel2009 – Wouldn't you know… all this time later, I'm now gainfully employed by the Mets. It's my JOB to go to games. And sometimes work with the players. Hard life, right?

Nic-002001 – Hope you enjoyed… I definitely did some editing of the vows from two years ago! Definitely for the better.

Westfan – I can't believe it's been so long since we've spoken, but hopefully the hubby is still keeping you occupied. ;-) It's definitely a different WWE right now, but I'm digging it… a lot. Miss ya!

Cena-holic8 – Hope you enjoyed!

Enigmatic Lotus Leaf – Yeah, that's Orton for you. Steph has her moments, but deep down, she loves her sister. She just loves herself more! I sincerely hope you enjoyed this chapter!

Tiffyxox – Randy's such a goober sometimes. Hope you liked how the wedding turned out.

Animal-Viper-Cena-Fan – Thank you! Hope you enjoyed!

Justxdazzled3 – Dear Lord, that woman is off her rocker. I hope you enjoyed the wedding… I put my heart and soul into it.

BingoBaby – Oh, thanks so much! I hope you enjoy this one!

Dj-ssdd – Wow, re-reading this trilogy is a CHORE. Props to you… here's your belated reward!

So, that is it for the most part. I will be working on She's a Rebel IV: The Resolution soon, so keep posted. Since so much time has passed, I'm probably going to catch up on some things I've missed and rework some aspects of the plot. I plan on filling you all in right from the beginning as to what has gone on in all of the characters' respective lives between the end of Cupids Chokehold and the start of The Resolution. Do not fret!

Hope this update finds you all well and that you don't resent me for not updating sooner. The important thing is that I DID come back to this story. It's my baby… how could I not?

Please review!

Rock on, Rebels!

Danielle