Full Summary:

She's not any of the typical chicks that swoons over him in one blink. She's not any of the normal girls that will kill for the sake of having him close to chatter with or perhaps… get them in his bed. She's not any of those and John Cena knows it.

A lot of people says that she's pretty perfect at twenty six. A chick all combined with fierce, wit, smarts, talent and skills. So how will a 'John Cena' cope with this one especially when her name sounds like trouble?

Disclaimer: I do not owny anything except for the original character and the plot. Sorry for the typos.

Chapter 1: Fine Day To Run

"Jeez, Ana. Really?" Kelly frowned at the running lady ahead of her. Scrunching her nose with the aweful scent she wears when she deliberately pulled off all the perfumes on the previous malls and sprayed on her just everything she sees in the shelf.

She grinned while still keeping her pace on the track. She likes the thrill of being pressured and being chased, she have always had. "You sound like The 'stupid' Mizanin, Kells! I can't believe you can do that! One more, I'd like to hear." She teases as she loudly laughs.

"Ugh, shut up." Kelly then rolled her eyes heavenwards. "Just hurry up. If the guards caught us, we'll surely be in deep trouble more than where we are at now."

Kelly wondered too much if Hunter would be fuming with anger AGAIN when he finds out the little exploit his sister had gone through for the nth time. Well it's not like she needed the answer, of course the guy would. If Ana wasn't her bestfriend, and her only bestfriend for that matter, she surely had kicked her out and left her anywhere possible. Because obviously, no one likes Ana Heather too much.

Like the 'too much' was an understatement already.

"It's the rental, get in."

Ana halted from the run right after she spotted the black rental car. If it's not the company's rental car, then what? "Is my brother in there?"

Kelly scoffed. "Now now, little brat, are you scared of Triple H?"

Like what Kelly knew Ana will do, she laughed loudly holding out her tummy to support her fits. "Oh noooo…" she managed to say in between her laughs. "That freakin' name just gets to me everytime! Why Triple H? Couldn't it be… uh… let's see… just plain Hunter Helmsley? Or best if Hunter Levesque? It's not like he's ashamed of our name, for heaven's sake! So why 'three H' oh I'm sorry, I mean Triple H?" and she bursted in laughter again.

The blonde knows she's so close to slapping her friend's head. She always makes fun of everything. She was never serious, and Kelly knows she never will. "Just get in. It was AJ's rental, she's in there. Please, Ana, we need to get out of here!"

"Calm the heck down, Kells. I'm in." She raised both hands in the air as she slid in to the back seat while Kelly followed.

As soon as she spotted the two ladies settled at the front seat, she squinted her eyes while the two turn their head around and made a yelping sound, almost wanting to jump out of their seats when they saw her.

It had been real long since she saw AJ Lee, the small girl almost probably of the height of her shoulder with a black hair and a fair skin. The one's Eve Marie Torres, much of her height also with a black hair (originally) but now they got a hint of dirty browns in it.

"Holy chicken stew, you're here!" she shouted as well as they did.

They hugged and yelped and talked much of how they've looked good, comparing their features from back then and so on and forth. It's until Kelly, who was watching astound and in awe, clapped her hands to get their attention.

"Hello? Drive? We need to get out of here?" the blonde scorned at the trio who eventually broke off and settled on their own seats.

Not too long, the rental was already out of the local mall located in some town around Nevada. AJ should've been dreading the whole ride to the Raw stadium as she knows the work she had left to respond at Kelly's need of help in terms of Ana's 'little' exploit around the Nevada mall they had just went off earlier.

"So…" Eve cleared her throat to start out the much awaited conversation. "What exactly are you doing, Ana?"

Upon hearing the edge in Eve's tone, she immediately and mentally constructed the right words and she meant the 'RIGHT' words to skid out of the whole mess she has done. "Well… uhm… nice seeing you too, Eve." She formed an awkward smile, beaming it at Eve who in return frowned at her friend's adamant stupidity.

"Really, Ana? Really?"

"Girls! Why were you suddenly copying The 'stupid' Mizanin here?"

"I don't think Mike is stupid." AJ bluntly and with a hint of little innocence, defended the guy accused. "He's rather cool."

"Ugh, just get it on with, April." Kelly frowned at AJ, addressing her via her real name then, as if remembering the original conversation, she turned to the the black haired woman grinning probably at her success to divert the question. "And you, Miss Levesque, tell Eve the whole mess here on your account. Why did you stole the perfumes and have a cheque filled by a ghost name?"

The grin on her face was automatically washed away. "W-Well… uh… I-I didn't signed it with a ghost name. It wasn't casper at all really."

Ana tried to sport a fit of laughter but it ended as soon as it began when she saw the three girls not buying the act. So she just sighed frustratingly. She was aware of her friends' superhero act just this minute. They were supposed to be at the arena, backstage where they can talk about the show they have to attend tonight for WWE Raw as they were a part of it. Not her but her friends.

"Jeez, fine. Calm your heads down, ladies, I'm explaining. I was bored okay? I needed something to amaze me. So I bought the perfumes, thought it'll be fun if I write Justin Bieber's name to the cheque and then go. I didn't thought I'd be held up that fast."

The three wasn't suprised at all. If anything, they should be more happy that that was just all the damage little Heather has done and no more, no more destructive than that.

They remember. The last they heard from Ana was being kicked out of TNA (Total Non-Stop Action) after she left OVW. It wasn't even a month later. Of course, she didn't need a month to do something horrible. They all know that. It's Ana Heather, trouble comes along with her. She's just the way it is, almost apparently, going after her elder brother's footsteps.

People from TNA said she had Dixie pinned down in a sleeper hold. The girl was dangerous enough and the company didn't even thought it twice when they kicked her out of the show and also ending her contract. Ana isn't really interested with whoever or whatever show and company she fights in. She just wants a fight, that's it.

"Uh… why are we… here?" she cocked a brow after realizing they were at the stadium's parking lot.

And what's more even ridiculous is that her brother, together with Shawn in a cowboy hat as usual, and others she didn't bothered to know, were all walking fast to her.

Oh she's in deep trouble. She is!