Sorry this story is starting out a bit depressing, and there is some Doors referances in this story too.
The Los Angeles sun was setting against the dark blue waters of the Pacific Ocean, two deep browns pools the color of chocolate stared out at the waves. A soft sigh escpaced his lips as his good friend The Miz walked into the hotel room.
"Morrison! Have you seen all those hot chicks in bikinis down on the beach?"
"Uhhh... Miz, you know I do live in LA right?" replied the brunette named John.
The Miz shut his mouth and nodded sharply before saying something about heading to the beach, and stomped out.
John's attention was pulled back to the sandy beach, which he had a perfect view from his hotel window. Even though wrestling was his passion, he missed the sunny days in The City of Angels.
But one of the things the Shaman of Sexy missed was staying up hours after sunset, watching the stars light up in one girl's eyes. He missed seeing those stars the day he left to join the WWE.
The fond memories of getting drunk on the sandy dunes, dancing, singing and having fun together ran through his head.
One memory in particular stood out, clear as day.
It was that night she had crowned him as the Lizard King of the new Era, putting a crown of flowers atop his messy brown hair and they had a bonfire as a cerimony. The two, one just turning twenty, the other barely legal had finished the cerimony with making love to each other on the sand, the occastional wave brushing against their naked bodies.
That was the night before he left for the WWE, which he know broke her heart when he broke the news to her. The look on her face had nearly brought him to tears as he pulled her frame closer to his and embraced her in a hug, saying that she would always be his LA Woman and that he'd be back one day.
Little did John know, that day would come soon.