Readers: Ok the John Cena and Kane feud really got me inspired to write this so….I hope you like it! I am changing the storyline a little bit so bare with me ok? I don't own any WWE characters in this story just my imagination!
Confused
"Help! Someone please help me! Oh God please help!"
I had been yelling for what seemed like hours now and still there was no response. Was I dead? And if so…was this hell?
My name is Katrina Cena. I am John Cena's little sister and one of his closest friends. I recently started working with him in the WWE as his personal assistant. We did everything together and even had the same views on life…views that got me to this point. One moment I'm at home doing some paperwork for John…and the next, I'm sitting in a cold room chained to a corner with the dimmest light shining on me. My hair was down in my face and there were scratches on my cheeks and arms. That's when I remembered…he brought me here…
How did I end up here you ask? Well…let me take you back about one month ago, when this trouble all began…