Closer

Summary: Torrie's troubled marriage is almost over bringing John and her closer. (John/Torrie)

A/N: Hey ya!

I've written a lot of fics before but this is my first wrestling fic. I decided to base it on the John Cena/Torrie Wilson pairing because I'am completely in love and down for J/T, my sn says it all right? lol. Well anywho like I said this is my first WWE fic so please give me your honest opinions and let me know if its worth your time to read it. Please R/R, I would deeply appreciate it. Thanks.

This first chapter sets in at Wrestlemania when John wins the WWE title from JBL and I'll continue it from there to where they are now. This story is completely fasle and none of the events written here happened in real life. I don't own John Cena, Torrie Wilson or any of the superstars mentioned in this story. It is a work of fiction and I wrote it for fun. Please do not take any of the events seriously and take the John/Torrie pairing as an offense, yes I do know people can get defensive when it comes to pairing up in fics, Torrie is married in real life afterall

Chapter 1-

She looked at the clock hanging at the end of the hallway and took a mental note that the show was going to be over in 15 minutes. The main event started a few minutes ago and everyone backstage was all stocked up in their dressing rooms watching the match between Triple H and Batista. It was the most anticipated match of the night and everyone was dieing to see it. She walks through the halls and had a chance to peek through the open doors. There they were with their behinds planted on the sofa with beer, chips and hot dogs besides them were the male superstars and their eyes nailed on the plasma TV. She stood by the open door for a minute watching what was happening with the main event. Triple H was already busted open and was now being manhandled by Batista. No one in the room seemed to noticed she was standing there watching, they were all in a deep trance with the TV. Men. She thought.

Not a big fan of matches that consisted of blood, Torrie walks away looking disgusted. Blood always reminded her of her time with WCW when she kissed Hogan and his face was painted all over it, she had no choice, it was in the script. Speaking of scripts why in the world was she here tonight?

Its been over months since they gave her a story line. Her last one was with Dawn and then poof she was gone. So why was she here? She didn't even wrestle tonight, heck didn't even get a backstage interview or was part of the diva locker room scene. They didn't need me. She thought realizing she could of been at home taking that much needed break from work just to get her life back together.

It has been over two months since her split from Pete. She was married to him for two whole years and half the time she was unhappy. She was a much bigger superstar than Pete was and would bring home fatter paychecks every month. The male ego took over him and he began to be intimidated by her. The fights and his jealously towards her continued for months. They were on the same show which meant that stress was on the road. Torrie tolerated enough of his icy indifference towards her and moved out of their Florida home. A divorce was now in progress although it would take a few more months to be final, meaning that Torrie Wilson was still a married women.

She continues to walk through the halls trying to reach the women's locker room which was located at the end of the hallway. She had to leave, she had been inside this building for nine hours way before the show even started. What made her stay that long anyway? The answer? Vince. He always wanted all the superstars on the rooster there whether they were part of the show or not. It was Wrestlemania afterall. It was the only Pay Per View program that joined both RAW and SmackDown together, perhaps that was the reason why Vince wanted everyone from both shows to come tonight. To greet and catch up on their many missings. Her only close friend from the other show was Stacy and she got to talk to Stacy quiet a lot so Torrie didn't really care much about the gatherings. Reaching her desired destination she was about to turn the knob to the women's locker room when a ring of heavy male voices shoot to her hearing. She turned to see what was all the shouting about when she spotted half the SmackDown lockeroom headed her direction.

Matt Hardy and Rey Mysterios was leading the pact with Big Show overtalling the crowd behind them. On top of Big Show's shoulders was John Cena who Torrie spotted was supporting what it looked like JBL's title. John was raising the title belt up in the air as the rest of the SmackDown superstars chant his name. Torrie smiles, she had no idea he had won the title. "Ce-na! Ce-na! Ce-na!" They chanted passing by Torrie to an open door a few feet away from the women's locker room, John's locker room. The herd of superstars disappear into the room and Torrie spots Dawn Marie following along from the corner of her eye. Even if her conflict with Dawn was scripted, Torrie had to admit she never really liked Dawn as a person. Dawn was exactly like her character, she was mean, bitter, bitchy, a liar and above all a slut. Hell, the girl didn't even have to act out her part, she was her part. Torrie doesn't know Dawn personally but Jackie who shares dressing rooms with Dawn during their shows often told Torrie that Dawn had her fair share of bathroom breaks with various males from the SmackDown rooster. She watches Dawn enter John's locker room bringing with her a few bottles of wine. Torrie turns the knob and opens the women's locker room and walks inside.

Stacy, Lita, and Trish had been inside getting ready to head back to their hotels. They were all packing up their bags, when Torrie stepped in. "Hey, you need a ride?" Lita asked as she zipped up her bag. "I'm giving Trish and Stacy a ride back to the hotel, you might as ride along." She offers.

Torrie sets her eyes on her bags and she wasn't packed yet, the girls already were. She shakes her head. "Nope, its ok Amy you guys are ready to head out, I still need to pack. You go right ahead, I don't want to keep you waiting. I know how tired you are." She says.

"No, no, its fine honey." Trish says heading over to help Torrie pack. "Amy doesn't mind. We'll help you pack."

"Yeah." Stacy says joining along. "We're the only girls left here. Jackie and Christy left a few minutes ago, plus whose going to drive you back to the hotel? Dawn?"

"You might as well leave with us. If you were planning on heading back with Dawn you got to stay here for a few more hours. I bet shes staying for Cena's party." Amy stated.

"Oh I'm sure wouldn't miss that." Trish rolls her eyes. "She was all over JBL and now that Cena is the champ, she wants him now. The girl changes partners more than swing dancers. I'm so relieved that she isn't on RAW."

"Yeah big relief." Stacy nods agreeing. "So where have you been Tor? You left the locker room about an hour ago. Were you with the guys matching Paul and Dave's match?"

Torrie shakes her head. "Oh no, I was just outside getting some fresh air, trying to clear my head you know after Pete."

Stacy pats her on the shoulder. "I'm sorry things didn't work out with you guys. I told you that you can live with me. I have an extra bedroom."

"No, no, that's quiet alright Stace. I don't want to have to get in between Randy and you."

Stacy chuckles. "I spoke to Randy about it and he doesn't mind. He knows your my best friend Torrie, I'm not going to let you live in and out of hotels."

"Have you spoken to Vince about a break?" Amy asked knowing for a fact that Torrie was in need of one after the breakup with Pete.

"Nope, I haven't asked him for one yet."

"You should just to clear your head and put yourself back to one piece." Said Trish. "I know how hard it is to go through a breakup espeically when its the business that tore you apart."

"How do you guys do it?" Torrie asked.

"What?" Amy asked being more confused than ever. "Are you asking for sex advice? Surely its not the sex that broke up and Pete up."

"No!" Protested Torrie making both Trish and Stacy laugh. "I meant how do you do it, you know keep your relationships going with your guys." She questions wanting to know what she was doing wrong that made Pete spit flames at her. Amy had a successful relationship with Matt, Trish was dating Jeff for over a year now and Stacy's newly improved relationship with Randy was healthy.

"Oh." Trish says sitting down besides Torrie. "Well, Jeff and I always promised each other that we would never let the business get in between us. He would always put me first before wrestling and I would do the same."

Amy nods. "Yep, that's what Matt and I do."

"Don't start thinking you did something wrong Torrie." Stacy states. "You had no fault in the breakup, I seen Pete during the time you guys were pissed at each other. He was an asshole to you."

"I know but I just wish things could of worked out between us."

"If you ask me I'm glad it didn't." Trish says getting up to zip Torrie's bag. "It was his jealousy that cause friction in your marriage and I read in a book that jealously is the first sign of abuse. If it worked out and your still with him today who knows maybe we'd have to book a bed in the hospital for you."

Amy shakes her head looking at Trish funny. "You and those books Trish."

"What?" She says innocently. "Those books is what makes my relationship with Jeff healthy. I follow it."

Stacy's eyes widen. "You follow directions from a book?"

"Not directions, advices." She corrects.

Stacy shrugs. "Still lame."

"It is not lame!" Trish spats. "If you actually did some reading done yourself Stacy, you'll see that guide books are not lame!"

"Guide books? Ok now I know what to get you for Christmas, a bible. You need to be more guided." Stacy jokes giggling.

The drive to the hotel took over hours. They had left the arena right when the show ended which meant that there was major traffic as hatreds of cars try to exit out of the lot all at once. They finally arrived at the hotel, went their separate ways after giving each other a hug and a simple goodbye.

Torrie was exhausted, for nine whole hours she had to prance around that arena wearing the most uncomfortable clothes. Sure she looked good but being in a barely there outfit was a killer. The floor to where her room was located was empty when she got out of the elevator. Thank god the last thing she wanted was someone asking her questions. She took her room card out and slipped it across the slide and the door open. Finally. She thought heading inside, feeling the heat that generated out of the fireplace. She shuts the door behind her, kicks her heels off, dumps her bags over to the side and hopped into bed without even bothering to change her clothes. She pulls the blanket over her body, shutting the lights off.

Relaxing, she could not think of a better place to be at then warm in this bed. She had been dieing to do this since arriving at the arena for a worthless Pay Per View she had no part in. Where was the gathering anyway? Damn Vince. She rolls over to the right, her favorite position to sleep and closes her eyes slowly breathing in the sweet scent of the night. Trying to drift away in dreamland she breathes in and out waiting to be taken away from the world for another night. It was about damn time, she got some rest little did she know that her relaxation was broken down with the sound of pounding that hit the wall above her head.

She ignored the first pound, thinking it was an accident from the person sleeping next door when another came this time harder followed by the sounds of screams and moans of pleasure. Torrie turns over to her left no longer finding the right position a comfortable one. A few more hits on the wall came and she places the pillow over her head trying to stop the urge that built inside of her to jump out the window. What the hell was this person doing at 1 in the morning? A half an hour past and sleep didn't come, the people in the next room were obviously didn't find any sleep either. Torrie's bed was now shaking due to the wall that constantly kept vibrating, having enough of the noises she plugs up all the courage and frustration that piled up inside her, got up the bed, and marched out her door.

The hallway was empty, although it wasn't quiet. The noises coming from the door next to her's filled the whole hallway. Torrie takes a deep breath and pounds her fist on the door. "Keep it DOWN!" She screams through the wooden material. "I have a fuckin flight tomorrow at seven in the morning and have to be up at six to get ready! I had a rough day so if you two would just give me some fuckin silence that would be great!" She continued feeling her frustration take its toll when the door flew open and her eyes were met with a pair of blue ones. The ones she saw earlier on top of Big Show's shoulders.

John Cena stood in front of her clad in nothing but grey boxers that was pushed down far enough to expose the bone below this waist. His hair was full of sweat and he was breathing heavily. "Oh its you." He said.

Not knowing Cena too well, she didn't think it was right to yell at him so she tried to stay calm and ask him nicely. "Cena, I'm sorry for interrupting you but-."

He cuts her off. "Are you here to join us?" He asked looking at her up and down.

Torrie had completely forgotten to put on a robe. The short dress she was in was lifted up high enough to place her panties in clear view and the straps were sliding off her shoulders and she wasn't wearing a bra so it didn't help when she realized her right breast was out. "Ah!" She screams covering herself up, pulling her dress straps up to her shoulders as she pulls down the bottom part of the material to cover her lower features. "Oh my gawd." She says reddening in the face feeling embarrassed.

"Hey, chill." He says. "Its not like I haven't seen that before."

"What are you talking about?"

"I seen your pictures for Playboy."

"that's different." Torrie says looking back at him. "Those were through pictures, you just got a free show just now!"

He grins. "Sooo, what is it that you want?" He asked. "Are you here to join us?"

Torrie chuckles. "Join? No, no, I was knocking to ask you to keep the noises down Cena."

He laughs. "Alright, whatever you say Wilson. I'll try to keep quiet and try not to groan when I cum. Kinda hard to do, wouldn't you say so?"

"I have to leave early tomorrow." She informs. "Would it kill you if I ask you to stop whatever is it your doing?"

He shakes his head. "If you forgot, I won the WWE title tonight and I'm celebrating and your asking me to cut the celebration?"

"For your information Cena, its almost two in the morning meaning last night was over and your celebration should end. Theres really nothing to celebrate about anymore." She says crossing her arms across her chest so he would stop staring at them.

"But I'm the SmackDown champion, c'mon you can gain respect for your champion."

"I don't care about stupid championships! Or if your the champion or not! To be honest you as a champion is a bit of a joke." She says not knowing what just slipped out of her mouth. Her frustation and anger that she bottles up inside finally paid off.

John throws her a dangerous look. "What you say?" He demanded to hear it again. "A joke? Your calling me a joke Wilson?"

"Um...er." Torrie shudders not knowing what to say, it just slipped out and she didn't mean it.

"You wanna know what a joke is? A joke is you." John says nastily. "Look at you. Your nothing more but a cheap whore parading around the ring half naked and you get paid for it! Your husband deserved more credit in the business than you. He was actually wrestling and putting his body on the line while you take your clothes off and walk around this place like its some walk through a field of roses. You get paid for doing nothing, you do nothing Wilson." John spits."Your a disgrace to all the Divas."

Torrie's jaws dropped and looked like John had just slapped her. Her blood boils inside at the mention of her soon to be ex husband, how dare he mention Pete. "Wh-What?"

"You heard me, you give all Divas a bad name." He repeats shortening it.

Torrie had never felt so angry in her whole life. Was he calling her worthless, and her fame was undeserved? Never being the type of person who would continue an argument because she would either not know what to say back or feel the need to cry Torrie gives John one last look of disblief. "Fuck you Cena." She says through gritted teeth fighting back her tears.

John looks into her eyes and sees the tears about to come out. Guilt starts to be pushed up his gut and he was beginning to feel like a complete asshole for what he just said. "Torrie...I-."

"NO!" She yells cutting him off short. "Don't say another word to me!" She cries attempting to walk away when he grabbed her arm.

"No, listen to me, just wait." John begs. "I'm sorry, I didn't-."

"Let go of me John!" She snaps pulling away from his hold and escaping to her hotel room without any hesitation.

Torrie stared at the closed door, her heart frozen by the coldness of John's words. It was only a few minutes later that she realized she had dropped down weakly to her knees and was sobbing silently in the middle of her warm hotel room.