Author's Notes: I'm starting another John Cena story because I'm a Cenaholic. Yes, it's true. It takes place during and after Wrestlemania 21. John's cousin is a character that I made for my best friend, Courtney, and she is intended to be with Dave. Just so you know. Well, enjoy! Side note: I'm going to try to put a link up to the ring attire and whatnots that I mention throughout. Once again, enjoy!

name: Casey Batista

WOOH!

Wrestlemania 21, the biggest stage of them all. My brother was facing Triple H for the Heavyweight Championship and I was facing Trish Stratus for the Women's Championship. Dave has been training like, well an animal and so have I. Today was the big day and nervous wasn't in the dictionary.

"You ready Casey? You're up first."

"I know Dave, I'm fine."

"You're gonna win tonight. Don't worry about it."

He hugged me close and gave me a pat on the back. Gotta love my big brother.

"Thanks Dave. I have a feeling you're gonna win tonight too."

"Five minutes, Ms. Bautista."

"Ready Case?"

I nodded and gave Dave one last hug. I walked out of the curtain as they played my theme song. (Who Followed Who by Default)

"Announcing first, the challenger from Washington D.C. Casey Batista!"

People cheered and I could hear Jerry & JR commenting on my wristbands. Yeah, they were John Cena wristbands; I'm a fan, can you blame me for showing a little love?

"And now announcing the current WWE Women's Champion, Trish Stratus!"

I turned towards the ramp to meet the gaze of Trish. She could tell that I wanted gold. She climbed into the ring, handed the ref her belt and the match started. Ten minutes into the match-up, things started to go downhill. "Trish got the Chick Kick!" I heard JR scream and I felt Trish go for the pin. No way in hell am I losing this match. The ref got to 2 and I kicked out. I could see the look of amazement and shock on Trish's face as I slowly got up. She went for the 2nd Chick Kick but I caught her leg and spun her into the mat. I stood her back up, punched her in the face and performed a roundhouse kick. Trish hit the mat hard so I went for the pin. 1...2...3 Oh my god. I just won the Women's Championship.

"Here's your winner and the new Women's Champion, Casey Batista!"

The ref handed me the belt and raised my hand as the winner. I couldn't believe it. I actually won. Although, my victory was short lived. I heard JBL's intro music and I started to wonder why. I slowly turned around to come face to face with JBL.

"I used to think you were alright, little Batista. But now...you are no higher on my list than John Cena. So, this is what I'm gonna do."

I was kinda puzzled as to what he meant but I didn't really have time to think about it because JBL hit me hard in the face. I hit the mat, wondering why he was doing this.

"Most of you are probably wondering why I just did that. Allow me to explain."

That would be lovely JBL. He grabbed hair and yanked me up to my feet.

"This is why I hit you. This is a John Cena necklace. That man is nothing more than a common criminal. He doesn't deserve to be in this industry, doesn't deserve to have fans and sure as hell doesn't need a pretty girl like you being a fan. John Cena is nothing to this industry and this necklace, just cost you Batista. You deserve to be punished for being his fan!"

What happened next is still a blur but I know what had happened. JBL dropped the mic and gave me his 'punishment' so to speak. According to my brother, I was bleeding and perhaps unconscious by the time there were enough refs to pull JBL off of me. Dave also said that he came running out after JBL was restrained. I do remember waking up with an ice pack over my left eye and hearing some people talking.

"Dave? Are you there?"

"He said that he'll be right back. He told me to keep an eye on you."

I'd recognize that voice anywhere. "John Cena?" I opened my right eye to catch John staring at me.

"How'd you know it was me?"

"I know your voice anywhere."

John sat down on the chair next to me and he looked kinda sad.

"Something wrong John?"

"I feel horrible. I mean, I pretty much caused this to happen to you."

"It's not you, it's JBL. He's just scared because he actually has an opponent who take his belt away from him. I know I wore the necklace and the wristbands but he didn't have to get all jealous."

John laughed. The door opened to reveal JBL and his buddy, the US Champion, Orlando Jordan. "Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. I'm not finished you yet Batista."

What the hell is wrong with this guy? JBL grabbed me and before John could do anything to help, Orlando grabbed his arms and held him back. JBL hit more one more time and my world went black again. I slowly came back, hearing someone talking in the background.

"...and apparently since this Batista doesn't know what a real wrestler is, I'm gonna to teach her the right way."

I felt someone grab my hair and wrap me up in the ropes so I was sitting on the bottom rope. I slowly opened my eyes to see JBL smirking at me.

"Good you're awake. Now I'm going to ask you one question. Get it right, we'll pretend like this never happened. But, get it wrong and there will be consequences. Alright then. Who is the wrestling god?"

He put the mic in my face and waited for my answer, with a smirk on his face. You aren't gonna like this JBL.

"John…Cena." Wham! I felt my cheek begin to sting after he hit me with the mic. 20 minutes go by, I've been hit at least 50 times and JBL wasn't letting up. Isn't his match scheduled for now?

"And introducing the challenger, from West Newbury Massachusetts weighing in 240 lbs, John Cena!"

John's music hit and I began to smile. JBL's face was priceless. JBL, for the last hurrah, hit me so hard my mouth began to bleed. I fell from the ropes and rolled into a heap on the floor. JR was nice enough to help me over to the announcing table. I watched as John came down the ramp and he looked angry. Before John went into the ring, he came over to the announcing table. He gave me a look, looked at JBL and came over to me. He looked at me for a few seconds, then back at JBL. What happened next, shocked not only me but everyone in the arena. John got really close to my face, leaned in and gave me a mind blowing kiss. He pulled away smiling and headed into the ring.

Jerry leaned over, covered the mic and asked, "Was that planned?"

I shook my head, still in shock as to what just happened. The entire match, I never took my eyes off John. When John won, the arena exploded in applause. After John did his crowd surf, he came back over to me and held out his hand. I gently grabbed his hand and he led the way out of the arena. We got to his locker room and he closed the door behind us.

"Why? Why did you do that out there, in front of all those cameras and all those people?"

"Well, it got to me, you being a fan and all. I couldn't think of any other way to show my appreciation."

Makes perfect sense.

"If I offended you then I'm sorry. I just had to do what I had to do."

"It's ok John, I understand. I just, um, was a little shocked. I was a little overwhelmed too because as you can see I'm a big fan."

John smiled and I felt my knees go weak. "You ok? You shivered a bit."

"That smile of yours has that effect on me John." "What the hell is that?" "My phone. Gimme a second." I answered my phone.

-Phone Conversation- (a/n: the 'm' is for casey and the 't' is for john's cousin traci)

m: Hello.

t: Oh my Batista. What the Booker just happened on Wrestlemania? Explain yourself Case!

m: Two things. One: everytime you say that 'oh my Batista' thing it creeps me out because that is my brother. Two: why don't you ask your cousin what went down, seeing as he was the one who did it. I didn't even know it was gonna happen, I swear.

t: Put him on then. I have to discuss something with Mr. Cena.

m: Alrighty.

"Here, John. Your cousin wants to talk to you." John came over to me, smiled and took my phone. I watched him talk to his cousin and caught myself smiling at John. John ended the conversation and handed me my phone.

"Well that was um, interesting. My cousin said that she is coming home today so she'll be here around 11 tonight."

"Cool. Do you want to hang out until then?"

"Yeah. What do you want to do?"

Now there is a tough question. "Well, I gotta wait for Dave's match but after that we could go to my place."

"Sounds fun. Are you gonna sit ringside for your brother's match?" I nodded. "I'm gonna go change into my Batista shirt, just to show a little love for my brother." As I went to leave, John grabbed my arm which caused me to turn and face him.

"I'm going with you. JBL is probably still pissed off about me winning and I don't want him to come after you again."

"Ok then. That's really sweet John, thanks." He smiled and I saw his cheeks turn a little red. Aww. He is so adorable.

"We better go now because Dave's match is coming up any minute." John nodded and followed me out of his locker room. I opened my door to find a present sitting on the table.

"Um, Casey? Is it your birthday or something?"

I shook my head and slowly walked to the table. I grabbed the box and opened it to find a necklace with John Cena and Batista dog tags on it. "Cool." I found the card and smiled because it was from John's cousin.

"Who's it from?"

"Traci. Is this what you two were talking about?" Without hesitation, John shook his head no.

"She uh wanted me to explain myself. I'll tell you later before she gets here."

"Ok." I went to take off my shirt but not before John stopped me.

"Whoa! What are you doing?"

"Changing. It's the whole reason I came in here."

"Oh, well I'll turn around then."

"If you want to, I don't mind." That is a boldfaced lie, but what are you gonna do. It's John Cena, like he's the kind of guy who judges people. I took off my shirt and as I was putting on my other one, I caught a glimpse of John's face. "Something wrong John?" He wouldn't stop staring at my back for some strange reason. "What? Is there something on my back?"

/xJohn's Point Of Viewx/

Oh my god. She has a tattoo of the Chaingang symbol on her back. What does that say around it? I inched closer to Casey, which brought the words more into focus. Hustle. Loyalty. Respect. That's cool. Now I feel stupid. I didn't register at first, but when it did oh my thoughts began to race. Wait a second, that's from my shirt. Holy crap. Wait, is that another tattoo on the back of her neck? What does that one say? I inched even closer, this time I was able to hear Casey's breathing. Holy crap. You can't see me. This girl is a hardcore fan. I definitely have to get to know her more.

/xBack to Casey's POVx/

John kept getting closer, mesmerized by something on my back. What is he looking at? Wait, my tattoos. That's right, he's never seen them before. "John, I guess I never told you about my tattoos. Yeah, I'm a big-time John Cena fan. I'm-" I was cut off by John kissing me. He's doing it again. This time, however, I let myself go to my emotions. I wrapped my arms around his neck which led him to wrap his arms around my waist. This make-out session was different from others, and not just because it was John Cena. John managed to grab my Batista shirt and put it on me.

"I think...your...brother's...match...is gonna...start...any second."

"Yeah. We...better...get going." I pulled away, unwillingly and opened my eyes to see John with eyes still closed.

"Come on John. Let's go."

John opened his eyes, smile at me and let me lead him to the ring. We sat next to JR & Jerry and watched as Triple H and my brother come out to the ring. Talk about a nail-biting match. Everytime Dave hit the mat hard, I cringed. Luckily, Dave kicked out everytime Triple H went for the three count. When Dave & Triple H ended up out of the ring, my heart rate went up. The match finally ended, resulting in Dave's win. John and I cheered along with everyone else in the arena. After everyone left the arena, there were just the people in WrestleMania walking around. I found Dave and gave him a big hug.

"Dave! I told you that you were going to win. I knew it!"

Dave laughed. "I know. It feels good to be champion. Tonight, Casey, belongs to the Bautistas."

We laughed. "Oh, Dave. John's cousin is coming back from Haiti tonight. John and I were gonna hang at my place to wait for her." Dave seemed to be mesmerized by something unknown to me.

"I think he's got a thing for Traci." John whispered in my ear, causing a weird sensation to go down my spine.

Whoa. That needs...to happen again. "Dave? Are you gonna join us? Dave? Hello?" Dave finally came back from his daze with a smile on his face.

"Sure, I'll come wait. You still have your video games?" I nodded.

"Definitely game then. I'll go back to my place, fix myself and come over. See you when you get there."

"Bye Dave" I gave Dave a hug and we went our separate ways, with John Cena following me. "Do you want me to take you John?" He smiled and nodded.

"Nice ride."

"You think the outside is nice. Wait until you see the inside." My car was an orange 1969 Chevy Camaro. I opened the door and watched John's face light up through the open door.

"Wow. I think I'm gonna steal your car."

"Go ahead and try. This is my pride & joy. You gotta expect me to have some heavyweight security system." The interior was rust & black suede (black w/rust inset) with the Chaingang symbol on the headrest. For description purposes, the whole car interior was decked out in all kinds of Chaingang glory. When I turned the car on, I saw John's face light up again.

"Listen to that purr. Man, I love this car. How in the world did you get your car like this?"

"A friend of mine is a designer and customizer and he did all the custom work for me. I can ask him to do some custom work for you."

"Nah, don't worry about it. Your friend does a nice job. How far away do you live?"

"It's a ways away so sit back and relax." John turned on the radio and 'Make It Loud' came on.

"Wow you rock Case."

"Chaingang all the way baby."

He laughed and started to rap quietly. I smiled to myself, just watching John rap was so cute. I lived only a few minutes away from the arena but I took the long way around for a reason. About 3/4 of the way there, John fell asleep which was so adorable. I pulled into the driveway and saw that Dave was already there. I quietly got out of the car and walked over to Dave.

"Where's John?"

"Asleep. I took the long way home."

"Oh, ok. I'm really nervous abuot tonight. I haven't seen Traci in a while and I don't know what to say to her."

"Just be honest with her. She likes that about you."

"Ok, wait what?"

"She likes how honest you are and how you stand up for the little guys, mainly Rey."

"She said that?"

"Yeah. Just be honest with her and tell her how you really feel."

"Do you think that's really going to work?"

"Of course it will. That's how we roll Dave. I just wish John would be more like that."

"Trust me, he is."

"What are you talking about?"

"You'll find out. I'm heading inside. Wake his ass up and get inside." He play-shoved me and smiled, turning to head inside.

I smiled back and headed back to my car. I opened John's door and saw him sleeping. He was mumbling something and twitching, giving him a childish appeal to him. "Hey, John. Get up man."

"Get…that oatmeal…away."

I laughed and rolled my eyes. Only one way to get him up now. I stopped his head by grabbing his jaw and kissed him square on the mouth. I felt his face change and I knew he was up. I pulled away and looked back at him.

"Did I, um, fall asleep?"

"Yeah. Come on inside." He fumbled with the seat belt until it released and followed me inside. "Whoa. This is so cool."

"Thanks." Basically, my house was a graffiti artist's heaven. I let a bunch of graffiti & airbrush artists have at it once I told them what I liked. Of course there was the Batista emblem but there was also the crosses that Rey uses, the Chaingang symbol and a few other things everywhere throughout my house. John followed me downstairs to the game room, where Dave and Rey were already waiting.

"Hey chica. Congrats on tonight, mami." Rey got off the couch and gave me a huge hug.

"Gracias papi. Why am I not surprised guys? A wrestling game? Have a little more imagination than that. Besides, all of us just got done wrestling. Isn't this overkill?" They all shook their heads no.

Why am I not surprised?

Stay Tuned!
That's all for now boys and girls. I'll post another asap.

Here's the ring attire: i303./albums/nn136/miz619sabin/zebra.jpg

here's the car : i303./albums/nn136/miz619sabin/1969-camaro.jpg

here's the after outfit: i303./albums/nn136/miz619sabin/john1.jpg

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