Beautiful

N/A Like any other author on here I do not own or have any connection or contact with WWE. This is a pure fan fictional story and there are no real facts in this story. I only own the small fictional town, Temani and my made up characters. If a reader feels strongly about something that may be incorrect with anything regarding to the WWE please let me know. I am trying my best here to make this realistic for readers to enjoy! Please read and leave a review.

Prologue:

The sky was a deep dark blue, decorated by thousands of tiny white gems. The moon wasn't out tonight, giving the sky a chance to show its real self to the on lookers from below. It had an incredible raw power which gave you goose bumps, making you think about what more could be out there.

John had been waiting in his truck for more than two hours since the sun had made its last appearance before diving underneath the horizon. With each passing moment his heart felt like it was being ripped out.

He remembered the last time he was out in this field. It was fall, just becoming winter. He stood there, starring down at the cold ground and as the wind got colder, his world got darker and his thoughts got deeper. He had hoped that when he left this place, everything would stay with it.

But it didn't.

He looked just in time to see her coming down the driveway. Her dark silhouette glided past the shadows of the trees then into the field.

She was alone.

He prayed that she wouldn't see the truck and wouldn't turn around and go back inside. He needed to surprise her - to keep her in that field.

He watched for a minute to make sure she was staying. Then he opened the door slowly and closed it just enough to keep the bugs out. If he slammed it she'd hear him and she would probably run back to the house.

His heart hammered in his chest as he slowly walked to where she stood. He felt so nervous he wanted to puke and all the thoughts in his head became so jumbled, he didn't know how to tell her he was there.

Chapter 1:

He honestly thought he was going to go mad before his six months were up. There was absolutely nothing to do in this small town in the middle of The Great White North. What was worse was the house that his boss had arranged for him to live in.

To him, it wasn't even a house. There was only one bathroom, one bedroom and a living room joined with a kitchen, and a laundry room slash mud room - if you want to be precise. Old wallpaper was peeling off the walls and he was pretty sure that no one had lived in here for years due to the lack of maintenance around the yard and inside.

This was definitely hell.

John just sat in an old leather chair, leaning back and squinting at a small TV. He was glad that he had cable but he wasn't impressed with the size of the image which he was viewing. He wasn't even sure how old this TV was. Do they even make them that small anymore?

While he watched his sports, he darted back and forth between concentrating on the games and on what the hell he did to deserve by being kicked away from both of his homes. They said he was losing his grip of his natural roots and that by being the main attraction of the company, it was sending a lot of the WWE superstars farther down the scale. He didn't see how it was his fault for being popular. And he definitely didn't understand how he was losing his "natural" roots. It wasn't as if he was thrown into stardom after a night's sleep and woke up with a million dollars in his hand and went stupid with it.

No.

He worked hard. Very hard to where he got to. But now it seemed like not only his boss kicked him to the curb, but so did his wife. She thought they needed a break so that John could sort things out and remember what it was like to be a "nobody." How the hell was that supposed to strengthen their relationship?

John shut off the TV and rubbed his face with both hands. He was tired and frustrated with why and what the hell he was doing in a small town. He wasn't supposed to be here. He didn't belong here.

He gazed over at the small brass clock on the kitchen wall and it read only one o'clock in the afternoon. With a heavy sigh he got off the old leather chair and decided to get dressed. After all, now that he wasn't on the road, his main choice of fashion was just an old pair of gym shorts. What was the point in getting dressed when you weren't even going anywhere?

But today he figured he better go grab some groceries. He was hungrier than a bear coming out of hibernation plus his beer stock was getting pretty low. He chuckled at the thought – if only his old man could see him now! He felt like a bum except his habit of shaving every day kept him looking not like a bum.

After he dressed himself in a black baggy t-shirt and blue jean shorts, John grabbed the keys off the kitchen counter and left the house, slamming the old door behind him. He was wondering how many times he would have to slam the door for it to fall off its hinges. He made a bet to himself; maybe a little over twenty will do the trick. But then he realized that he'd have to be the one to fix it.

Vince McMahon sure had no taste in vehicles. Considering he had to live low in the society scale, he couldn't have any flashy muscle cars or big jacked up trucks. He had to have a good old 2000 dark blue Cherokee jeep. Why couldn't he have gotten a truck?

He swore that Vince was having fun torturing him. He was starting to see him as the devil.

Turning the engine on, John carefully backed out of his drive. He didn't want to scratch his baby now. After all it would be a damn shame to have accidently wrote it off by backing into a tree. But no matter how much he hated this vehicle, it was his only means of transportation.

The drive only took ten minutes to get to the small town of Temani. He wasn't quite sure why there were two roads coming off the one high leading into town. The train tracks were in between but he was quite sure this town didn't have a lot of traffic to need several roads into it.

John had only been here for almost a month and he has only been to town maybe twice. He was relieved when he first got here that it wasn't a big enough town to get lost in. There was only one main stretch which had your pharmacy a couple of restaurants, two banks and a bar. Oh and let's not forget the tiny gym. Then when you turned down another street you had the rest of your small businesses. The grocery store, a post office and a bargain store where the owner, a creepy looking fellow stood at the entrance watching people walk on by. He made a mental note not to go near there unless necessary.

After a small cruise through the town, John stopped at the grocery store and stocked up on everything he could think of.

"That will be one hundred thirty dollars and forty six cents," the lady at the cash register said,

John grabbed two, hundred dollar bills and passed it to her. She took both bills and put them to the light and then cashed them in. Handing him his changed she said, "Sorry, by company standards any large bills have to be checked to make sure they aren't counterfeit."

"Oh, ok." He replied, wondering why she had told him that.

"Yeah," she said, "I didn't want to offend you. I'm sure your money is real."

"No problem," he said, "It's good to know you're following company rules." With a smile he grabbed the cart and headed to his jeep and started to unpack his groceries. He wondered at the same time why she would think he was offended. Then it clicked. She must have known who he was and was just nervous.

Then he started to realize that no one had approached him here, asking for autographs. There were no screaming fans or people who were trying to sabotage him. He suddenly got goose bumps. This was just too weird for him. He was so used of people talking to him but here, no one seemed to give a damn about who you were.

For a minute he felt a bit lonely.

The bar wasn't gloomy as most bars usually were. It was painted in a dark brown and the tables and counters were a black marble but during the day it was quite bright. It felt friendly. But he didn't want to get himself all cozy up in here because once he was gone he wasn't planning on returning.

At first he thought maybe he should just buy a case of 24 and go home but then decided that he can't live in his little cave until his six months are up. So with that problem solved he sat down at a long high table beside a 52 inch flat HD TV.

Now this was a TV!

"Would you like something to drink sir?"

"Uh, I'll take a Budweiser, I suppose," he replied.

"Coming right up,"

When he paid for his drink, he began to watch TV. He wasn't sure how long he was entranced by the definition when he suddenly heard the familiar sound of a break in pool. He looked over to see a young couple playing a game. When did they walk in? He was sure he was the only one in here except an old man playing the VLTs. He lingered on the couple then focused back onto the TV. But then when the young blonde girl went to the bar and asked for drinks he lost focus on the game. He took a sip of his beer.

A thought popped into his head. Go talk to them.

No. What was the point?

Make some friends while you're here.

Again – no point.

He tried watching the rest of the game but the young couple was distracting him. They were laughing and the girl was trying to cheat her way in the game of pool. He could see that her boy was very good in the game and she was just having some fun and trying to beat him.

He let out a small chuckle to himself.

"Hey that wasn't in!" The boy laughed, "You are such a cheater!"

The girl just chuckled as the boy tried jabbing her with the end of his pool cue.

Staring was bad manners. John forgot. He felt his face go red when the blonde looked over at him. He could see it in her face. She knew who he was. Or, she was trying to think of how or why the hell would he be in a shithole like this? Maybe the thought of, 'He looks familiar' was running through her head.

He looked away, downed the rest of his beer then went to the vendor. The same lady that served him followed him and asked, "Budweiser?"

"Yes a two four please."

The girl returned with a case. He paid and glanced over at the couple. They both were staring at him. He wasn't sure why he was suddenly a bit uncomfortable. He smiled at the bartender then took off through the side door.

Maybe it was best for him to stay in his cave.