I was just walking around, trying to do my job. Then I heard it. The call of death.

"Nix!"

I sighed, as I turned around to face the one and only John Cena, who was running towards me with a desparate look on his face.

"Nix, I need advice. Like now." John said, giving me the infamous puppy dog eyes. The eyes a dog gives you after you throw it into a lake.

You may be wondering why a teenager was giving advice to a grown man. Or rather, why the grown man was begging for her advice. Let me just give you the introduction.

My name is Nix. I'm an intern with the WWE, studying the tech. I'm here with my father, who also works the computers. I have also for some reason been "adopted" by the superstars, who think that it's cute that a kid can study with the WWE. One thing led to another, and now I find myself solving everyone's problems. Relationships, family, wrestling, you name it. I'm called upon so much, that I've been called, "The Wrestler's Therapist" on several occasions.

"What do you need John?" I asked, folding my arms "Relationship advice? I'm pretty sure that after being choked by a bench weight, Ryback won't be up to any passionate make-out sessions."

John rolled his eyes at me. "I'm good, thanks. But Wrestlemania is just around the corner, man!"

Oh yeah, I'd forgotten about that. Don't ask me how, the week before Wrestlemania is a hectic one. It's bigger than Christmas here, with everyone trying to make it perfect.

John grabbed my shoulders and began to shake me. "What do I do?! If I lose to The Rock, my life is over!"

"W-W-Why don't you go m-m-meditate or something?" I managed to spit out.

"Because Rock already does that! I can't copy him!"

I looked over to see Rock sitting cross-legged in a zen garden, with the championship belt on a pedistal.

"Ok, you got me there." I said as he stopped shaking me. "Listen, there is nothing that I can do for you! I can't stop the match, I won't cheat for you, and he isn't going to let you win! The most I can do is calm your nerves."

"How?!"

I took a hankerchief out of my pocket and tied it around John's face like a blindfold.

"Now go listen to white noise or something." I said

John walked off, but not without bumping into a bunch of people, objects, and animals (Namely Lita's dog).

I just shook my head and got back to work.


The day of Wrestlemania, the entire arena was abuzz. People were racing back and forth to get everything ready. I was put in charge of making sure the announcer's table was set up properly. I was on my way out to the arena when I heard whispering.

"Did you see Cena today?" Alex Riley whispered to his friend sitting next to him.

"Yeah." Bo Dallas replied gravely "He's trying so hard to act cool about this, but everyone can tell he's a nervous wreck."

"I saw him walking out to the arena." Alex said "He looked dead almost."

I grew concerned and quickened my pace to the arena.

Once there, I saw John sitting on one of the posts just staring into space. Like Alex and Bo said, he looked like a depressed zombie.

"John?" I called "You okay?"

John turned to look at me. "Oh, hey Nix." He said pitifully.

I entered the ring and leaned on the ropes next to him. "Nervous?"

"You think?"

"Just a bit."

"You're the crowd favorite to win, by the way. You're bound to win the belt."

"But is it worth it?"

I looked at him oddly. He met my gaze and started to explain.

"I've lost a lot since Rock and I started fueding. My brother won't talk to me until I drop the whole thing, Punk left me and started to demand respect, something I wouldn't give him, my co-workers are starting to think I've gone mad, and now even Ryback is getting distant. I'm a wreck, and if I lose tonight..." John put his face in his hands "I don't know what I'll do."

"Listen John," I said, getting to look at me "Your brother I can't really say, but the guys backstage don't think you're crazy; they're worried about you. Punk is just that way, and to be honest, you're too good for him. Ryback's doing the same thing you're doing. Over thinking this entire affair. He's actually pretty worried that you'll leave him."

"You're sure?"

"Dude, he's my best friend. I'm sure."

John still looked worried. "What do I do if I lose?"

"Then you get over it." I said bluntly "Train harder, and try again next year, preferably without the obbsesion part."

John stared at me for a bit before smiling and hopping off of the post. "You're right. Thanks Nix."

"No problem, Cena." I replied.

I was watching him walk off, when I remembered that I was supposed to be working.

"Yo Nix!" I heard someone yell "Get back to work!"

"Yes sir!" I yelped, running towards the announcer's table.


"And now, the main event of Wrestlemania!"

"Places everyone!"

"Where are my keys?!"

John and I were standing at the gorilla position while they introduced Rock. John was bouncing from foot to foot.

"Hey."

John looked behind him to see Ryback, still a little battered from his own match, smiling. He approached John and kissed him softly. "Good luck. I love you."

John was beaming. "Love you too. When I win, we celebrate!"

"Sound good to me!" Ryback piped. Suddenly, John's music hit.

"Gotta go!" John said cheerily "It's show time!"

And we watched as he ran out to the ring.


Yeah, I'm aware that O.C.s aren't entirely popular, but this was all I could think of for this story. This was written a couple days before WM, which is why I don't give away any winners; I didn't know them at that point. Meow. Reviews are appreciated.