Hello! This is my first wrestling fanfic; I had an idea for it and really wanted to try it out :) I don't own any of the characters from WWE, but I do own the OC's on here. Enjoy! :D
Chapter 1:
John's POV:
I'm walking down the terminal to leave the airport. My parents would be waiting for me at the gate to pick me up. To see me after almost 5 years of being away and a couple leaves the military generously offered for my work and service. I was back in Boston once again for 6 weeks, and then I had to go back for 3 years to maybe finish my service. I walk out into the airport lobby, seeing people waiting for their relatives or other people, but I would assume mostly relatives. I carry my 5 year old dark green duffle bag filled with some clothes in them and a few of my favorite books that I've read more than 5 times already. I take out my dog tags from under my shirt, clinging onto them for a few seconds. One was for me, another was for my best friend and I, and the other was for my whole team. Most of them didn't make it. Randy, my best friend, barely made it out, but he went back home to visit his wife and kid, I was lucky enough to save him and myself. I remember the ambush that happened with my team like it was yesterday.
Flashback:
"Ready to move?" I said quietly to my team. We were getting ready to ambush one of the enemies' territories. We got our guns loaded and before I can say move out, a couple of my guys fell, dead. I look behind me seeing a couple of the guys from the enemies ambushing us.
"Retreat! Retreat!" I yell for the rest of the guys standing to move back and get cover. Some of them move back to cover themselves. I see Randy trying to find a place to get covered.
"Damnit, Orton." I think to myself. I see one of the men was getting ready to shoot and I move up, getting in front of the man's target and he ends up shooting me in the leg, I flinch, but I move Orton to retreat and back to get cover. Some of the guys get killed while others got to kill the men ambushing us. After everything was calmed, I grip my bleeding thigh.
"Crap" I said to myself, but Orton and Paul came over and looked at it.
"You'll be fine, after I take it out, though you'll be limping" Paul said. I chuckled
"The pain won't affect me, Hunter" I replied. Everyone in the military called Paul, Hunter, it was his nickname and it fit him better. He chuckled after I replied.
"The strong and fearless Cena is always on duty" Hunter chuckled once more. So many people loved to call me strong and fearless for the obvious reasons of course. I wasn't that strong though I can walk with a bullet in my leg and I would never be afraid to get into in one on one fight with someone. We cracked a bit of jokes with the guys before we rested.
Before, I could close my eyes, my ears were drummed out and a huge wave of heat came excessively. Orton furiously called my name to get up. I look and I see a grenade was thrown into the pit were in. I look and I feel Hunter pull me up quickly and he drags me through the pit to get to safety. I could hear normally again after about twenty minutes.
"I can't wait to go back home and rest from all this shit." Zack said.
"Yeah, well stop being such a fucking brat and get the fuck over it" I reply.
"Shut up, Cena. You don't have a girlfriend who fucking worried about you all the fucking time, crying sometimes thinking you might be dead." He replied. I got quiet. It was true; I didn't have a girlfriend to go home to. I'm just 27 years old and I'm not in a stable, serious relationship. I didn't answer back, knowing he was right. Zack had Eve. Hunter had Stephanie. Orton had Samantha. And the rest had their wives and girlfriends. I just had my mother, but of course, my dad would be the only one sleeping with her.
I just ignored the comment made by Ryder and rested my eyes for the morning. We had a lot of walking to do and a bunch of guys to kill.
End of Flashback
I continue walking and I see my parents and I smile widely as I see my mother running towards me with my brothers following behind. I hug my mother tightly, lifting her off the ground a bit.
"Hey, Ma" I finally spoke, seeing my mother cry already and I keep myself from chuckling loudly so she won't get mad.
"My baby boy survived" She smiled, her tears streaming down her face.
"Ha, I know. Once again, I come home from hell." I reply to her, seeing one of my brothers, Dan.
I look at him up and down, noticing his new beer belly.
"Gotta cut down on the beer, Dan" I chuckled and pat his belly. He slaps me on the arm.
"And you gotta cut down on the steroids, man. You're jacked" He replied with a chuckle.
"I'm not taking that shit, man. It's called the fucking military" I laugh, making my other brothers laugh as well, looking over at my father, catching him release a chuckle.
"Hey, dad" I say, walking up to him and he puts a fatherly, but respectful hand on my shoulder and I grin.
"Welcome home, son" He replies with a smile and offers to take stuff on my only thing with me, my duffle bag.
"Nah, I got it. I'm fine. I think I've done enough for the past 20 years of taking care of me, dad" I chuckle. I heard something drop and I snap my head in the direction, staying alert. My higher in command officer told me, it would be a bit hard getting over being on alert all the time and that it would be normal to stay on alert once you hear something that reminds you of being in combat. My dad pats my shoulder and I look at him, as he leads me out to the car.
"So, how was it, being in hell and all?" My brother, Matt, asked once again. He would always ask this when I got home.
"The same as always, nothing different." I reply. More men dying was something different from that damn ambush, I cling onto a gray dog tag with writing on it, representing my team in war. I knew which was which by heart. The black one belongs to me and the other, light gray dog tag represented as a friendship with Orton.
My dad pulls up into our driveway. And I speak after the silence of 2 hours driving home.
"How are the Johnsons?" I ask, getting out, going to the trunk and getting the duffle bag.
"They moved to Texas. There are new neighbors." Sean said with a grin.
"He's only grinning because they have a daughter and he thinks she's hot." Steve chuckled at Sean.
I chuckle and I close the trunk door, looking over to my right, seeing the house. The bottom part was brick and the top was white. There was a brick small roof in the middle separating the white from the brick. I looked at the front door, opening; a woman about 40 years old was walking out.
"Mom! You forgot to get my trash!" I heard a high-pitched voice call out. She sounded about 18. I would assume that's why Sean thought she was hot; they were practically the same age. I chuckle as I see Sean grinning at the sound of the girl's voice, then I see her coming out holding her trash bag, she didn't seem 18 at all. She looked around 23 or 24. I couldn't stop myself from staring at her, how her brown hair flowed in the wind, how she walked, the way her body fit her so well. It was curvy, but not too skinny, which is I thought was good. I hear something like glass drop in the kitchen and I look at the house, my attention now on what was going on and I run inside
"What happened?" I asked quickly, seeing a shattered vase on the kitchen floor.
"Nothing, I just dropped it by accident" My mother said, grabbing a broom and the dust pan with a pole and I watch her sweep it up.
"Johnny, go unpack, I will have dinner ready soon" She said, continuing to sweep up the shattered glass on the floor.
"Alright, mom" I reply, and I go upstairs to my room. I set my duffle bag on the bench at the end of my bed. I look around my room that has been the same for years.
I think about that girl I saw just a few minutes ago. I want to know her name. I wonder what her name is. She has a small accent on some words, but it was noticeable when she yelled. She had an accent from either one of the countries in the south. At least, that's what it sounded like to me. I get up from sitting on my bed and I hear her voice, I look out the window. I see her walking down with a cross over small bag with a t-shirt and jeans on with black converse.
"I'll be home later, mom. I have to type up this report for Mr. Chowbrow" She said as she walked backwards, looking at her mom. She smiled at her mother. That's a smile I'll never forget. She turns back around, walking towards what I assume the library about 3 blocks away. I just stare at her, walking away. I stare how her brown hair, flew against the wind. It was long, but not really long. It was at least past her shoulders. It moved side to side as she walked. I wanted to see her again, but I don't know how.
"Johnny! Dinner's ready!" I hear my mother call out; I turn to look at the door for a few seconds then I walk out of my bedroom and I go downstairs to eat dinner.
During dinner, my mom is the first to talk
"We are going to visit the neighbors tomorrow night, for a barbecue they are having and Marie invited us to go" My mom said.
"Perfect." I thought to myself. I was definitely going to make a good impression and maybe win her over. I couldn't wait.
I hope you guys enjoyed it! If you go on my page, I only update Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays. There will be only a few times where I will be generous and write a chapter out of nowhere. I really hoped you enjoyed this! I will tell you now that there will be a sequel to it because I figured out the whole story and the next one :). Please leave me your opinions and if you have complaints I will try and fix whatever you have a complaint about.