Signed, Sealed, and Divorced

It had been three days since John Cena signed his name on the dotted line. For the first time in three years, he was a single man; his divorce was official. He thought that he would feel better, like a weight was being lifted off his shoulders, but for some reason, he felt terrible.

At the house show on Friday in Fort Wayne, Indiana, he was scheduled for the main event. It was to be him versus Dolph Ziggler, and the winner would receive a title shot on Monday Night Raw. The match started off normally with some back and forth action. John had the upper hand and was setting up for the 'Attitude Adjustment' when Vickie decided to insert herself into the match by climbing onto the ring apron and started screaming at John. After landing the move, he left Dolph's motionless body at the other side of the ring. The CeNation leader waltzed right up to the brunette to see what she had to say.

Taking advantage of the distraction, Dolph leapt up and hit the Zig-Zag. Going for the cover, he only ends up with a two count. Frustrated, Dolph slid out of the ring to pace on the outside and converse with Vickie. Liking what she had to say, he slid back into the ring, only to be hit with the 'Attitude Adjustment' once again.

With Dolph laid out, Vickie climbed back onto the ring apron. Making sure to not turn his back on his opponent again, John just stared at Vickie, her voice continuing to rise. Out of nowhere, a blonde haired woman jumped the barricade and pulled Vickie's legs out from underneath her. She caught herself before she face-planted on the canvas. Turning to look at her attacker, the color drained from her face when she saw none other than the Glamazon, Beth Phoenix.

John was shocked to see Beth at ringside. He knew beforehand that a Diva was going to come out of the crowd to reignite their feud with Vickie, but since she had so many enemies, he didn't know who it would be. He never admitted this to anyone, but Beth had always intrigued him. When Beth went to town on scaring Vickie, John moved over to the ropes to get a better view of the show. The crowd popped when someone jumped the barricade, but when they learned it was Beth, they went nuts. John was really enjoying the clinic that Beth was putting on the 'Cougar', that he forgot about his match. All of the sudden, John was being pulled back into a rollup. He was stacked up on his shoulders and Dolph had grabbed onto his belt, unbeknownst to the referee who counted to three.

"Here is your winner and new number one contender, Dolph Ziggler!" Justin Roberts announced.

Dolph quickly slid out of the ring and made his way up the ramp to the stage. Following not too far behind was Vickie, who was still screaming after being humiliated by Beth. John was sitting on his knees in the middle of the ring, a look of sheer shock on his face. He just lost to Dolph Ziggler. How did that even happen? The memory finally clicked in his head: Beth Phoenix. He looked around the ring for her. He spotted her leaning up against the announce table, her hands in her hair and her mouth hanging open wide. When their eyes met, Beth mouthed an apology then bolted towards backstage. John was confused as he climbed out of the ring and ran after her. He needed answers and he needed them now.

As he made it backstage, he saw a glint of blonde hair as she walked through the exit door. John chased after her, dodging stage hands left and right. As he made it out the door and into the parking lot, he saw no one.

"Son of a bitch!" he cursed as he headed to his locker room.

That night, John suddenly felt alone. He couldn't call up Liz to talk about what was going on; he burned that bridge when he filed for divorce. All of his friends were either with their significant others or were on their way home to be with their significant others. He was alone and didn't have to be in the next city until Sunday night, so he stayed all cooped up, not leaving his room.

Every now and then, he would receive a text message from a fellow superstar, containing words of encouragement to help him get over the divorce. Going back through his texts one night, he came across one that he had missed. The name had been all too familiar to him lately: Beth Phoenix.

"John, I just heard the news that you signed the papers to make it official and I wanted to express my condolences. You are probably getting bombarded with texts and calls from those closest to you, but not many of them know how it really feels. Most people don't know this, but I too have been where you are, being on the signing end of that dotted line. If there is ever a time when you want to talk, just know that I will be there to listen. Love, Beth."

He forgot that Beth had been married and divorced. He never found out what had gone wrong to cause the split, but he did know that it was before she made it up to the WWE. Checking the time stamp on the text, he noticed that she had sent it ten minutes before his match started. Did she know beforehand that she was going to come out and cost him his match? He needed to know now more than ever. Even though it was two in the morning, John scrolled through the phone book on his cell phone, and when he found her number, he hit send.

One Ring.

Two Rings.

Three Rings.

Four Rings.

Midway through the fifth ring, a gruff groan mumbled something inaudible into the receiver. After clearing her throat, Beth finally found her voice.

"Hello?"

"I didn't wake you up did I?" John asked, instantly smacking himself in the head.

"No, not at all, I always sound like this when I answer the phone. Who is this anyway?"

"You never miss a beat with your smartass comebacks do you?"

"Dammit Cena, do you know what time it is?"

"Well that depends; are you still in Indiana or in Illinois?"

"I'm still in Indy until Sunday. You never answered my question though."

"Yes, I know that it is well after two, but I just saw your text and I really could use someone to talk to."

"Can't it wait until later this morning? Like around eleven?"

"Actually it can't. Can you meet me at the café across the street in twenty minutes?"

"For the love of god, fine. But you are paying for my coffee."

"Deal, thanks Beth."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. See you soon." Beth grumbled as she hung up.

John was thankful that she had agreed to meet up with him; despite the fact he wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. Peeling himself out from under the sheets, he made his way to the bathroom. Turning on the lights, he splashed water on his face. When his eyes finally adjusted to the light, he looked into the mirror and was disgusted with his appearance. His face was unshaven, his hair was slightly shaggy and he down right looked like hell. Checking his phone, he decided that he only had enough time to shave. Pulling the razor and shaving cream out of this toiletries bag, he began to lather up. Letting the blade glide across his face, he was starting to feel better already.

"Dammit!" he hollered when he nicked himself and blood started to drip in the sink.

****A/N****

I know the beginning may not make too much sense right now; I had a little trouble trying to figure out how I wanted to start this. So bear with me for now please! I think once I get the creative juices flowing, this story will pretty much write itself.

Thanks!

-Megan