***A/N: This is my first Fan Fiction of this sort EVER so please go a little easy on me.

Okay so this is all based on a dream I had before, and i decided to turn it into a story and see how far I can take it. Although my dream ended somewhere roughtly around what I have planned to be somewhat the fifth chapter (since i already wrote four lol) i plan on keeping it going.***

"Fighting Chance" John/OC

Chapter 1: Once In A Lifetime and Fairytale

Jayson and JayCee walked into Madison Square Garden for Monday Night RAW. It was something the two had always done whenever RAW was in town. Being 21 years old and trying to be the positive influence to 15 year old Jayson, Jaycia Lourdes always loved to spend time with him. Jaycia was a full-time student at NYU studying law and minoring in music. As a kid, Jayson couldn't pronounce Jaycia's name and called her JayCee, which stuck with the two.

The brother and sister walked down to their front row seats; one thing that was a must for when going to RAW. Jayson sighed and shook his head at his sister who happened to have changed her shirt in a matter of less than 25 seconds.

"You just couldn't wait could you?" Jayson asked his sister who was now donning a tied up John Cena Chain Gang jersey. JayCee smiled and laughed. "I mean come on; it's a Cena jersey-"

"Shut up will you?" JayCee jokingly replied. "Yeah, this happens to be the main one that I wanted for like... years. Besides I think I look cute. I figured if I look good, no need for a sign and I can catch John's attention from here." JayCee joked as she pushed a gelled curl from her face. Her straightened bangs fell a little under her eyebrows that were covered in eye shadow. Jayson scoffed.

"Still the point that its CENA! Why?" Jayson asked jokingly

"Fuckin' hater…" JayCee mumbled under her breath. Jayson gasped and hit JayCee in the head with the Triple H foam finger he purchased.

"Still my statement stands… its John Cena for Christ's sake" Jayson responded while pointing at JayCee with his ridiculously embarrassing foam finger.

JayCee giggled and adjusted the shirt more where it was showing her flat stomach and lower back tattoo. Her tight dark blue jeans matched the tank top she wore under the jersey and her black heeled boots; the boots were to make her look taller than the small 5'5 frame she stood. "Do you understand that I have been in love with John Felix Anthony Cena since around 2003? When he was wearing the chain and lock around his neck, his entrance was 'Word Life' and he wrestled in Mitchell and Ness throwbacks, which happen to be his favorites… I adored him" JayCee explained while having a small gleam in her eye.

John Cena meant more to her than anyone could understand. Jaycia and Jayson were raised by their aunt and uncle; their mom passed away in a car crash when Jayson was just only five months old and JayCee was almost six years old. It was hard adjusting to her aunt and uncle, but they survived and became closer than anyone would imagine. Whenever wrestling would come on, they all would sit around the television and root for their favorite wrestler.

Jayson idolized Triple H for as long as he could speak; as for JayCee, it was more along the line of whoever she thought was cute. She jumped from Shane McMahon, to Christian, to Matt Hardy, to Jeff Hardy and then didn't like anyone else. Her aunt's favorite wrestler was John Cena, and after her aunt died from heart failure, she thought she'd hold on the John Cena love for her aunt. Little did she expect that the guy she teased for trying to rap, would be the one to steal her heart every week.

"I don't think I ever said thank you for taking me tonight... as well as in your house. Things haven't been the same since Auntie Jessica died and... Uncle Mike hasn't been the same since you left. It was like a war zone" Jayson said to his sister.

"I can't say I don't understand where he is coming from; but you and I are all we've got. So you moving in with me was nothing but bound to happen" JayCee said to her brother.

"Thank you sis... I really mean it all" Jayson responded pulling JayCee close to him.

"You're just saying that because you didn't have to pay a goddamn thing for these tickets" JayCee joked. "You're such a freeloader. A fuckin' 15 year old freeloader is what you are…"

"It's a hard job. Not getting up to do dishes until you yell at me? That's a hard task. I'd like to think it's a craft…" Jayson replied.

"Craft my ass…" JayCee mumbled.

Jayson sat down in his seat and gasped in shock. JayCee, too busy fixing her belt didn't notice. Jayson stood up and hit JayCee in the arm. "Um… look up… now" Jayson said somewhat excitedly.

JayCee huffed "This better be good dork..." she replied until she looked into the eyes of someone she didn't expect.

His frame and the way he stood spoke elegance. His posture was flawless and his smile was enticing. As he stared at JayCee and her back at him she swallowed hard. This couldn't be happening. When she was 13, maybe this would have been the perfect scenario and fairytale; however at 21, it was like meeting a boss. He chuckled and ran his hand behind his neck before exhaling. He extened his hand and opened his mouth to mumble 10 words of perfection.

"Hello. I'm Vice President of World Wrestling Entertainment, Shane McMahon"

JayCee shook her head and smiled. She grabbed his hand and shook it firmly, hoping not to show her obvious old flame for him growing once again. Then she placed in her head how much things had changed since she was 13 and giggled. "I'm Jaycia, but everyone calls me JayCee. This is my brother Jayson" she stated nudging her stone brother. He smiled and nodded like a starstruck kid; come to think of it, that's what he kind of was. "So Mr. McMahon, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Shane chuckled and looked down at the ground. "Please, call me Shane, or even Shane-O, just... not Mr. McMahon..." he replied while still slightly chuckling."I came here to ask for your permission to have you be a key player tonight. I would like to have a new face of RAW and walking by, you seemed to be the perfect fit. That is of course if you don't mind..." he stated.

JayCee bit her lip and sighed. "Exactly what did you have in mind Shane?" she responded willingly.

Shane's lips began to curl into a smile; the same one that captivated JayCee when she was younger. He scoffed and looked at the ground. "How would you like to fight a WWE Diva? The basic storyline is you are a fan, she is a diva. She goes too far with you, you fight back. It seems like such a boring storyline, but I promise, it'll be worth it" Shane added.

JayCee sat back and thought the whole thing through. She never had formal training, however she did take wrestling classes when she was 15, hoping to take Lita's place with the Hardy Boyz. "Aren't you even worried about me? What if my way of fighting isn't the WWE way? I have very little training-"

"You have training?" Shane interrupted. JayCee nodded and Shane's smile grew wider, if it were even possible. "This is even better. I hope you are a New York native..." he asked

"Born and raised" JayCee replied. JayCee giggled and looked Shane in the eyes. "And you're sure I'm the one?" further showing she would allow Shane to use her as a test dummy for his storyline idea.

Shane nodded "I promise you will be fine. Trust me, you're storyline will be effective tonight. You will know who you are up against soon as she comes to you. Hopefully... if I'm guessing right, she won't have a problem finding you..." Shane said grabbing JayCee's hand once again.

JayCee smiled and tried to decode what Shane had meant. Instead she looked at her brother, who was looking at her in shock and awe. How his sister could be offered something like this was beyond his belief. He wasn't going to ask, but he damn sure was going to enjoy the show.