Chapter 1: Laying Eyes on You Once More

Torrie Wilson drove past the stadium in Houston, Texas. Instantly, she noticed that WWE RAW was going to be there that night. Although it was a Monday, and she had her store to think about the next morning, she whipped out her cell phone and called her old boss, Vincent Kennedy McMahon.

"Hello, Vince McMahon's office," his secretary, Monica answered.

"Hi, Monica," Torrie answered. "It's Torrie Wilson, is Vince busy?"

"Please hold," Monica replied.

"Okay," Torrie answered. She stopped at a red light and sighed.

"Torrie?" Vince's voice entered the phone.

"Hi, Vince," she replied.

"Torrie Ann Wilson. It's been a while, hasn't it?"

"Almost four years," she replied, "I saw that RAW was in Houston tonight."

"Yes," he replied, "how come?"

She stifled a laugh. "Don't you remember? I've been living here the past few years."

Vince paused. "Oh, right!" he exclaimed. "Would you like free tickets? I'll give you front seats!"

She laughed. "I don't want free ones! I just wanted to make sure that I would get a seat. Oh, me and my cousin, Ellie. She's a huge fan of well, everybody."

"Okay," he replied, "free tickets, then. Oh, and backstage passes. I can't forget one of my devils."

Torrie laughed at the memory of Victoria, Candice Michelle, and herself as "Vince's Devils."

She smiled. "There's no arguing with you, is there, Vince?"

She couldn't see it, but he shook his head. "No, ma'am. Anyway, we'll see you tonight."

"Bye, Vince."

"Goodbye, Torrie."

Torrie pressed End and wondered if a certain superstar was thinking of her.

John Cena looked at his schedule. Tonight, he had a match against The Miz. The Miz wasn't going to be hard to beat, but John had other things on his mind. Elizabeth, his wife, had called him the night before, telling him that she was sick of him being gone all the time, and he understood. But what she didn't understand was that he was finally where he'd wanted to be.

Growing up with five brothers in a working class family, he'd wanted to be a wrestler more than anything, so that his family wouldn't have to worry about money anymore. And finally, he was there. His family was flourishing, and they were all very happy. Except Elizabeth. She was tired of being alone. Sure, John missed her too, but there was no way he was ruining everything that he'd worked for. She was just going to have to accept that.

"Hey Champ!" John felt someone slap his back, and he turned around. There stood Brock Johnson. No, not Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson. Just Brock Johnson. He had been signed to RAW only about a year ago, and yet, he and John were pretty tight. John felt closer to him than he did anyone else. They had both grown up in working class families, but while John had been raised in West Newberry, Massachusetts, Brock had been born and raised in a small town in Arkansas. Brock was a big, burly guy, but had a heart of gold. He was also dating one of the most beautiful divas on the brand, if not the whole WWE altogether: Kelly Kelly, both onscreen and off.

"Hey Brock," John replied, smiling at his friend.

Brock jumped to the ground and began to do pushups. John narrowed his eyes at him. "Why are you doing pushups? Your match against Jack Swagger is next."

Brock nodded. "I know. I'm trying to warm up. We can't all be main-eventers."

John grinned. Brock was right there. John had been in many main events in his twelve year career. Not just on RAW and Smackdown, but also on the Pay-Per-Views. And just last night, he had won the WWE championship back from CM Punk. "Well,...," he trailed off.

"Well," Brock snorted. "Have you talked to Liz yet?"

John all but gulped. Then, he stared at his white sneakers. No, he hadn't. He was putting off. Again.

"I'll take that as a no," Brock murmured. "John, you can't keep neglecting her. She's gonna sick of this crap before long."

"You don't think I know that!" John snapped. Instantly he apologized. "I'm sorry man. I've just been stressed out about it, is all."

Brock nodded. "I understand."

Nico, one of the backstage attendants, knocked on the door. "Mr. Johnson, your match is about to start!"

"Thanks, Nico!" Brock yelled back. "I'll be out in a second."

"See ya later man," John said, shaking Brock's hand, "good luck."

Brock nodded. Then he chuckled. "It's already written in that I'm going to win. But thanks anyway."

John chuckled as Brock walked out of the locker room.

Thanks for reading everybody! If you haven't guessed yet, Brock is a made up character, created for my brother, also named Brock. This is my first story on Fanfiction, so please read and review! I know that it's short, but I also write stories that aren't fanfiction on Wattpad, Quizilla, Mibba, and Inkpop, so this is more of a fun project than anything.