Marry Me Cena!

Written by: chaingang-princess2878

Disclaimer: I don't own any names from WWE. I do however own my OC Amber.

Chapter 1

John Cena charged through the curtain as his entrance music played. The crowd went crazy. They sure loved him here in Toronto.

He walked to the ring and heard Lilian introduce him as he went. He climbed into the ring and did his usual thing, posing for fans.

That was when he noticed her, in the front row; she was dressed in a long flowing strapless white wedding dress, complete with veil and shoes, and her hair styled in pretty curls under the veil.

John chuckled thinking "She must be one of Randy's crazy fans."

Jus then she noticed him looking her way and held up a huge heart shaped red sign with flashing lights that read: MARRY ME CENA!!

John was blown away. Over the course of his career, he'd had thousands of women throw themselves at him. But never anything like this. He was speechless, but at the same time he knew he'd have to say something.

John signalled to the stage hands to pass him a mic. He also pointed the girl out to the camera guys, and the fans went crazy as an image of her came up on the Titantron.

"I had to say something here…" he began.

"Over the course of my career, I've had a variety of women throw themselves at me in a lot of different ways. However I've never seen anything like this before."

John climbed out of the ring, and walked towards her, with a grin on.

The camera guys followed him, and the girl turned to him with a big smile on when he stopped to speak to her.

"What's your name?" John asked her, holding out the mic.

"Amber." She replied.

"Well Amber, sorry to disappoint you, but I can't marry you. It wouldn't be right, I don't even know you. But…I can invite you to go for a drink and a little bite to eat with me after the show…whattaya say?" John asked her.

"I'd love to!" she told him.

"Excellent. Amber, I'll see you later on. Right now though, I have to go and kick Edge's sorry ass." John said. This comment got him a few boos from the fans, but that was to be expected. Edge was the hometown boy.

John hopped back over the wall, and went back into the ring. Edge came out and the match began. It ended quickly with Edge pinning John after a sucker shot. It had been planned that way to make him look good in front of the hometown fans.

After the match, John headed backstage. He had lots of time to get ready for his date with Amber. He really was hoping it would go well. He was lonely, and he really wanted to find someone special to spend his time with when he wasn't in the ring.

The security guard came to tell him she was here just as he was putting on his jacket to leave after the show ended.

John stepped out into the hall, and saw her there. She wasn't wearing the wedding dress now. She had changed into a pair of black jeans, and a red tube top, with a denim jacket. Her hair was still styled in the same curls; she smiled when she saw him walking towards her.

"What, you're not going to wear your wedding dress out with me?" he asked.

"Hell no, It was a rental. I've got to return it tomorrow, and I didn't want it to get messed up when I took the subway home later."

Amber held up the dress, safely back in its garment bag. She was carrying her sign too, which John took from her, and autographed.

"You know, it's like I was saying earlier out there. I've had a lot of female fans throw themselves at me in a lot of different ways, but yours was one of the funniest I've seen. And I have to say I'm flattered that you would go to all that trouble just to get me to notice you." He told her, with a smile.

"What other types of things have they done? You've stirred my curiosity now." She said to him as they walked off together.

"Well at Wrestlemania last year, I had this one chick toss me her panties with her phone number written in the crotch. That was nuts! There have also been a lot of flashings, and a lot of gropers who try to grab my ass. You know crazy stuff like that."

"And did you ever pursue a relationship with any of them?" she asked him as he held open the car door for her.

"Actually, the panties chick, she turned out to be my ex girlfriend, Danielle." John told her with a small smile.

"So how come she's your ex, if you don't mind me asking?"

"It didn't work out. She couldn't deal with my life, and the craziness of it. She left me, and went back to her old life, as well as her old boyfriend. We still talk once in a while, but there's really no chance of us ever getting back together, and besides, what am I talking about her for, when I've got a sexy babe like you sitting beside me in the limo here."

Amber smiled.

"Are you trying to hit on me, Mr. Cena?" she quipped.

"Maybe just a little." He confessed, a light blush tinting his cheeks.

They rode on together, chatting back and forth, Amber told John who some of her other favourites were.

"Let's see…Randy, The Hardys, Cryme Time, The Highlanders, Kane, Ric Flair, Mick Foley and Undertaker. Oh! I also like Batista. Not to mention the Divas, they rock! I also have a fondness for Good Old JR."

"I know what you mean, JR's awesome. So, Miss Amber, do you know of a good sports bar around here?"

"Well we could go over to Wayne Gretzky's. They've got really good wings there. Or there's always Hooters."

"You like Hooters?" John asked her. Not quite believing it.

"Hell yeah…they've got great food, Besides, it's a great place to check out some eye candy."

"Great! Now you sound like Randy. What's up with that anyway?"

"Right, I guess I should tell you right off, John, I'm bi."

"Bi-lingual?" John teased…he knew what she really meant.

Amber smirked at his joke. He was funny!

"So are you seeing anyone now?" Amber asked him, looking hopeful.

"No. After Danielle left me a few months ago, I decided to stay single for a bit."

"She has the most beautiful eyes…" John thought, as he gazed into them. They were light brown, almost amber coloured and this made John think her name suited her perfectly.

In the end they decided on going to Hooters for dinner. John laughed when they sat down at the table and he noticed Amber checking out their waitress.

"Hey aren't you John Cena?" the waitress asked him.

"Yes, I am." He told her.

"This might sound a little funny, but by any chance would you happen to have Batista's phone number? He's dead sexy."

"I do have Dave's number, he's a close friend. And I hate to be the one to break your heart, but I probably should tell you he has a girlfriend. So I can't give you his number."

"Really, well, in that case, what are you doing later?" the waitress asked him.

John looked over at Amber who now looked like she was ready to scratch the girl's eyes out.

"Um, I'm kind of on a date!" he told her.

"Well how was I supposed to know that? She could've been your sister, or a friend, or a cousin or something."

"Well she isn't, she's my date." John told her.

They ordered a jug of beer and some chicken wings. The waitress left the table, and Amber looked up at John.

"Can you believe her? She's lucky I didn't want to start anything."

"I'm glad you didn't want to start anything. I just want to have a good time with you Amber." He said to her.

When the waitress brought them their order, she flirted with John again, telling him that he was one of her favourites on RAW.

Amber just rolled her eyes and ignored it. It wasn't worth making a scene over.

She and John talked a lot as they sipped their beer and nibbled on the wings. He was a really nice guy, and Amber was a little surprised at all the different things he liked to talk about.

They talked about sports, body building, cars, places they'd both like to travel, music and movies; Amber found out that she and John had a favourite movie in common. Reservoir Dogs

"I love Tarantino."

"I know, he's a genius."

"So, Miss Amber, you know an awful lot more about me now, but I really don't know that much about you. How 'bout we fix that?"

"Sure, what do you want to know?"

"Well, what do you do for a living?" he asked her, curious.

Amber's face went pink when he asked this.

"What, what is it?"

"I'm not sure I want to tell you about my job."

"Oh come on, it can't be that bad…Unless you're a hooker or a crack dealer or something."

"Not a hooker, no, but I am an exotic dancer." She told him, her face going deeper red.

"Are you really?" John asked, looking intrigued.

"Yeah, have been for a couple years, but I'm trying to get out of it."

"Why?"

"I don't know; I just really want to move on to something else."

"I think I know of a way that you can do that. Why don't you apply for the next RAW Diva Search?"

"Do you think I could make it?"

"I think you could give the other girls a run for their money. Also, I could put in a good word for you with the boss and maybe pull some strings. There are advantages to being champ!"

"It would be awesome to be part of WWE. I've been a fan for years, and it would be my dream job to work there."

"Well, I can't promise anything…but I can have a word with the boss and see what he says."

They finished off the last of the beer and wings, and the sluttish waitress came back to the table again, still eyeing John. Amber bit her tongue and tried to smile.

"Would you like dessert?" she asked him, ignoring Amber and batting her eyes at him.

"No thank you, we've got to be moving along." He said to her as he handed her his plastic.

John paid the bill and they were off. He slipped his arm around Amber as they walked out to the limousine.

"I had a good time there." He told her, with a smile.

"Yeah me too, we should do it again."

"You don't know how happy I am to hear you say that."

They got into the car, and the driver asked where they were going next.

"I've got to be getting back, I need to get some sleep. But can we drop Miss…"

John stopped and turned to Amber with a questioning look; he didn't know her last name.

"Thomas." She said to him, with a smile, He had called her Miss…like in a formal sense, it was so cute.

"Anyway driver, I'm heading back to the hotel to get some sleep. We can drop Miss Thomas off at her apartment on the way there."

"Very well sir." The driver answered and they were off after Amber had given him her address.

John turned to Amber and took out his cell phone.

"C'mere." He said, and snapped a picture of the two of them with the camera on his phone.

"While I've got this thing out, can I get your number?" he asked her.

"Sure." She told him and she gave it to him.

"Thanks."

Just then they pulled up outside her building. Amber got out, and took her dress in the garment bag, and her sign from John when he handed them to her.

"Wanna come up for a nightcap?" she asked him with a wink.

"No…I can't, I really do have to be getting back."

"All right then…you can call me when you get to the hotel, if you want." She told him.

"I think I might just do that."

"I had a great time with you tonight John, and I hope that maybe I'll be able to see you again."

"Oh don't worry about that girl, you'll be seeing me for sure."

Amber smiled, and leaned over to kiss his cheek before she closed the limo door.

The limo drove off then, and Amber hurried up to her apartment, and as she closed her door behind her, she felt quite sure that she would be seeing him again.