Chapter 1
John and Dawn Marie weren't your every day couple. They fought every day, and they fought over the littlest things. One night, after John came back to his apartment after spending a few hours with Randy, Dawn thought he'd been cheating on her.
"Damn it Dawn! I am not fucking cheating on you! How could you accuse me of this?" Dawn just stared at him. He said impatiently, "Well?"
"John, you come home every Saturday night smelling like a French whore!"
John stared at her. He replied calmly, "That's Randy's fault. He's the one with all the girls!"
Dawn still didn't believe him. "Okay John, keep lying to me."
"I'm not lying, damn it!"
"Whatever you say." She walked into the bedroom and slammed the door.
He grabbed his jacket and yelled at the door. "Fine! Don't believe me!" He got his keys and his phone and stormed out to his car.
This was probably the thousandth fight they've had in six months. She'd always yell at him for the smallest things, like not picking up his phone when she called, or not listening to her enough. To him, this was the last straw. He drove up to the nearest bar, walked in, sat down, and ordered a Corona. After five minutes, he finished drinking it and ordered another one. After 15 more minutes, he was really drunk. A girl walked up to the bar and ordered a Coke with rum. She looked over at John. "Hey. My name's Rose."
John looked over at her. He spoke with a slur. "I'm John Cena." He took another drink of his beer.
"Nice to meet ya John. Hey, you're that ghetto wrestler, right?"
"Yeah, I guess I am. Why you askin?"
"I've been watchin you since you debuted on Smackdown two years ago. You've always been my favorite, when you were a heel and face. You're one damn awesome wrestler."
"Thanks Rose."
Rose finally noticed how drunk he was. "John, are you okay? What happened?"
"Damn right something happened! My girlfriend, Dawn, keeps accusing me of cheating on her, and I'm not. But she doesn't wanna believe me. We've fought so many times, and I can't take it anymore, so I came here. It seemed to be the perfect solution at the time."
Rose looked at John sympathetically. "I'm sure that Dawn cares for you. She just probably isn't a very trusting woman, but I know she cares for you."
John looked down at the floor and mumbled. "She should show it then."
"John, she cares for you, believe me, I know it. Well, I can take you back to her place if you want."
He looked over at her and smiled. "Aight, that's cool with me. Call her from my cell." He handed it to her.
She looked for Dawn's number and found it. She called Dawn, and Dawn answered.
"Hello?"
"Dawn Marie, please?"
"This is she. Who's this?"
"My name is Rose."
"Damn it! I knew he was cheating on me!"
"Dawn, he's not cheating on you. He's very drunk, and I wanted to know where you lived so that I could take him over there."
"Yeah right he's not cheating on me!"
"Dawn, he really cares for you. And if he was cheating on you with me, God forbid, I wouldn't have called you about him."
"Good point." She calmed down. "Okay, here's the address." Rose grabbed a cocktail napkin and a pen and wrote down Dawn's address. "Got it?"
"Yep, got it Dawn. Thanks. I'll be over there in less than half an hour."
"Thanks Rose. I'll see you soon."
"See ya Dawn. Bye." They hung up.
John looked over at Rose. "Thanks Rose. I owe you for this."
Rose smiled at him. "You don't owe me anything John. I'm just trying to help."
Rose helped John walk to her Mustang, and drove him to Dawn's apartment. Before he got out of the car, he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Thanks again, Rose."
"Don't mention it John. Good luck with Dawn."
"Thanks. It was great meeting you."
"Same here. Bye John."
"Bye Rose." He got up out of the car, took one step, and stumbled. Rose shut the car off and ran over to help him up. She picked him up, walked him to Dawn's door and knocked. Dawn opened the door and looked at the sick and drunk John. "Oh my god!" She grabbed his arm, put it around her shoulder, and brought him inside. Rose stood there and waited for Dawn to come back. "You must be Rose."
"Yes I am. Nice to meet you Dawn."
They shook hands. "Nice to meet you too. Thanks so much for bringing John back here. Is there any way that I can repay you?"
Rose thought for a second. "Actually, I've been wanting to wrestle for the WWE. Is there a way you can help me?"
"Yeah, I can help you there. I'll call Vince McMahon and talk to him for you. Is that all right?"
Rose was excited. "Yeah! That's great! Thanks so much Dawn!"
Dawn smiled. "You're welcome Rose. That's the least I can do." They shook hands again. "Bye. Drive safely!" Dawn called after Rose ran excitedly to her car. Rose got in the Mustang and drove back to her hotel.
John and Dawn Marie weren't your every day couple. They fought every day, and they fought over the littlest things. One night, after John came back to his apartment after spending a few hours with Randy, Dawn thought he'd been cheating on her.
"Damn it Dawn! I am not fucking cheating on you! How could you accuse me of this?" Dawn just stared at him. He said impatiently, "Well?"
"John, you come home every Saturday night smelling like a French whore!"
John stared at her. He replied calmly, "That's Randy's fault. He's the one with all the girls!"
Dawn still didn't believe him. "Okay John, keep lying to me."
"I'm not lying, damn it!"
"Whatever you say." She walked into the bedroom and slammed the door.
He grabbed his jacket and yelled at the door. "Fine! Don't believe me!" He got his keys and his phone and stormed out to his car.
This was probably the thousandth fight they've had in six months. She'd always yell at him for the smallest things, like not picking up his phone when she called, or not listening to her enough. To him, this was the last straw. He drove up to the nearest bar, walked in, sat down, and ordered a Corona. After five minutes, he finished drinking it and ordered another one. After 15 more minutes, he was really drunk. A girl walked up to the bar and ordered a Coke with rum. She looked over at John. "Hey. My name's Rose."
John looked over at her. He spoke with a slur. "I'm John Cena." He took another drink of his beer.
"Nice to meet ya John. Hey, you're that ghetto wrestler, right?"
"Yeah, I guess I am. Why you askin?"
"I've been watchin you since you debuted on Smackdown two years ago. You've always been my favorite, when you were a heel and face. You're one damn awesome wrestler."
"Thanks Rose."
Rose finally noticed how drunk he was. "John, are you okay? What happened?"
"Damn right something happened! My girlfriend, Dawn, keeps accusing me of cheating on her, and I'm not. But she doesn't wanna believe me. We've fought so many times, and I can't take it anymore, so I came here. It seemed to be the perfect solution at the time."
Rose looked at John sympathetically. "I'm sure that Dawn cares for you. She just probably isn't a very trusting woman, but I know she cares for you."
John looked down at the floor and mumbled. "She should show it then."
"John, she cares for you, believe me, I know it. Well, I can take you back to her place if you want."
He looked over at her and smiled. "Aight, that's cool with me. Call her from my cell." He handed it to her.
She looked for Dawn's number and found it. She called Dawn, and Dawn answered.
"Hello?"
"Dawn Marie, please?"
"This is she. Who's this?"
"My name is Rose."
"Damn it! I knew he was cheating on me!"
"Dawn, he's not cheating on you. He's very drunk, and I wanted to know where you lived so that I could take him over there."
"Yeah right he's not cheating on me!"
"Dawn, he really cares for you. And if he was cheating on you with me, God forbid, I wouldn't have called you about him."
"Good point." She calmed down. "Okay, here's the address." Rose grabbed a cocktail napkin and a pen and wrote down Dawn's address. "Got it?"
"Yep, got it Dawn. Thanks. I'll be over there in less than half an hour."
"Thanks Rose. I'll see you soon."
"See ya Dawn. Bye." They hung up.
John looked over at Rose. "Thanks Rose. I owe you for this."
Rose smiled at him. "You don't owe me anything John. I'm just trying to help."
Rose helped John walk to her Mustang, and drove him to Dawn's apartment. Before he got out of the car, he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Thanks again, Rose."
"Don't mention it John. Good luck with Dawn."
"Thanks. It was great meeting you."
"Same here. Bye John."
"Bye Rose." He got up out of the car, took one step, and stumbled. Rose shut the car off and ran over to help him up. She picked him up, walked him to Dawn's door and knocked. Dawn opened the door and looked at the sick and drunk John. "Oh my god!" She grabbed his arm, put it around her shoulder, and brought him inside. Rose stood there and waited for Dawn to come back. "You must be Rose."
"Yes I am. Nice to meet you Dawn."
They shook hands. "Nice to meet you too. Thanks so much for bringing John back here. Is there any way that I can repay you?"
Rose thought for a second. "Actually, I've been wanting to wrestle for the WWE. Is there a way you can help me?"
"Yeah, I can help you there. I'll call Vince McMahon and talk to him for you. Is that all right?"
Rose was excited. "Yeah! That's great! Thanks so much Dawn!"
Dawn smiled. "You're welcome Rose. That's the least I can do." They shook hands again. "Bye. Drive safely!" Dawn called after Rose ran excitedly to her car. Rose got in the Mustang and drove back to her hotel.