Chapter One

He heard the guitar. It was electric, with a beautiful sound resonating down the hallways of the Mellon Arena in Pittsburgh. John Cena had to admit, he was fascinated as to what was causing that sound. Especially since knowing that their music man Jim was back in Stamford. And with himself as a musician – or a rapper, in the opinion of some people, it wasn't music – he was always looking to explore a new sound. And from the sounds of things, a rock fusion actually sounded pretty good.

He approached the locker room and pushed the door open slightly. She was a young girl, couldn't have been more than twenty-three, dressed in a black hooded sweatshirt and blue jeans, her mousy brown hair in a low ponytail. She looked up when she saw him and her mouth formed a small "oh" as she turned down the amplifier, which was already kind of quiet.

"Don't turn it down," he replied, sitting down in front of her. "It sounds nice."

She blushed slightly, her cheeks taking on a pinkish tinge. "Um, thank you," she replied.

"John Cena," he replied, extending his hand. She took it.

"Marianne."

"That's quite a guitar," he told her. It was a shining red electric. "How long you been playing for?"

"Since I was about twelve," she answered. "I just picked up an acoustic one day, and I just played."

"So, what brings you here?" he asked. "I don't think you're a Diva..."

"Marianne, there you are!"

He looked up to see Torrie Wilson, Candice Michelle and Victoria standing around him. He groaned; those three always spelled trouble. He had learned that upon his arrival to Raw two years before. He couldn't believe the three were still hanging out. He looked at Marianne. Maybe she spelled trouble, too.

"Marianne, I guess you've met our resident champion," Torrie replied. "John, this is my cousin, Marianne."

"We've met," he replied, getting to his feet. He didn't like being around those three any more than he had to. "I'll talk to you later. Love to hear you play some more."

"Thanks. Good luck out there tonight." He nodded and disappeared.

"Come on, Marianne, we have more people to introduce you to," Torrie replied. Marianne was still having a hell of a time believing how much Torrie changed when she got around the other two. "And if you're going to be spending the summer with me, then you may as well start learning the names."

She nodded and stood to her feet, leaning her guitar up against the wall. She didn't want to leave her music. This place weirded her out too much. Already she had been approached by some fat man in face paint and a Cuban in a really bad suit. But she had promised Torrie to come out and spend the summer with her. Life was going a little rough for Torrie, and she wanted her favorite cousin to be around to spend the summer with her before Marianne went back to college. She was majoring in music, her lifelong passion, and she thought a two month break with Torrie might be able to do her some good.

She followed the Devils out of the locker room.

A lot of people didn't really see any family resemblance between Torrie and Marianne, and Marianne wondered if Torrie was a little annoyed in her choice of regular attire. But if she was, Torrie didn't show it. It was Candice and Victoria moreso.

A lot of the good guys, the ones she really wanted to talk to, like Shawn Michaels, Carlito, and Maria didn't want to stay and talk with the trio, and so Marianne didn't get to talk to them as much as she would have liked. She could sense the fear resonating off of Maria, considering Maria had been attacked by the trio several times.

But other guys, like Randy Orton, Edge, Lita and Chris Masters wanted to talk, just not to Marianne. Of course, when one is in a hoodie and jeans and the girls around her are falling out...yeah, she knew it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out which girl a guy like Randy Orton would talk to.

Throughout the walk around the arena, Marianne's mind kept floating back to John Cena. He actually seemed interested in her music, and for some reason, she really liked that. But she decided to push it aside. Where in the hell was she going to find time to talk to Cena with these three figuratively handcuffed to her all summer? She groaned, low enough for nobody to hear her. A summer with Candice Michelle, Victoria and Torrie Wilson?

It was going to be a long summer.