Love Like Woe Chapter 1, a wrestling fanfic

This is my first attempt at a John Cena story that doesn't involve an aspiring WWE Diva. I got this idea from all those guest hosts that were hosting Raw. Hope you all enjoy.

Love Like Woe

It isn't often I let my friends talk me into things but I felt bad so I caved in. My friend, Candice Michelle, talked me into going to an after party that the WWE was holding after one of it's events. I was in town on business and hadn't seen her in a while, so I agreed. Now that I think back to it, I'm glad I went to the party.

Let's Go

(John's Point of View)

"Randy, man, I still don't know why I let you talk me into this."

"John, you've recently become single and you need to mingle damnit. That's why I brought you here."

"I don't date co-workers, you moose." I went to leave but Randy cut me off, turned me towards the bar and started walking.

"Relax, John. It's not just co-workers that are here, man. I'm sure there is some woman out there that peaks your interest." We leaned up against the bar and placed our order. Randy ordered a Captain and Coke while I ordered whiskey. "Whiskey, John?"

"Why do you think, Randy?"

"Don't be such a pessimistic Patty, John. Look at all the women in here." I glanced around me and faced the bar again, taking my whiskey in my hand and downing it quickly."That wasn't a look, jackass." He grabbed me by the shoulders and forced me to turn around to check out the women.

"Rand, why are you so intent on getting me laid?"

"Because everyone here knows you need it. They can practically see it, man. All you need to do is find some smokin' hot woman, take her back to the hotel and have your way with her. No one can say no to you, man."

"That isn't the straightest thing you've said to me, Randy." He winked at me and I laughed for the first time tonight. I knew my best friend batted for both teams, I was just messing with him.

"I've told a thousand times, man. I'm game if you are." I bit my lip, trying to will myself not to just give in and say yes. For years now, Randy has been telling me that he was there if I needed to release any tension that I was having. I've always been on the fence about it because I didn't think that I rolled that way. I watched as Randy drank his Captain and Coke and surveyed the dance floor. "Found someone, John."

"What?"

"White dress, dancing next to Candice." I looked to see who Randy was talking about and my jaw dropped.

"Damn. Who the hell is she?"

"Dunno. Why don't you ask her, big guy?" He tried to shove me towards the dance floor but I planted my feet.

"No way, man. She's probably some new Diva that will sleep with anyone to get to the top."

"I dunno, John. She looks too damn good to sleep with just anyone. Just ask her, fool."

"What if I said yes to someone else?" Here it was, now or never.

"What do you mean? You're...willing, John?" I nodded and watched the smirk break out across Randy's face. "Come on, then." Randy pulled out some money from his wallet, placed it on the bar and grabbed my hand. I turned to look back at the mystery girl in white one last time before Randy dragged me out to the waiting limo. Randy threw me in and practically attacked me with kisses, somewhere in between telling the driver to step on it. The driver took off to the hotel and I couldn't keep Randy from devouring every inch of skin that was visible. My cell phone started to ring and Randy growled, a sound I admit sent chills down my spine. I pulled it out of my pocket and glanced at the number: Candice Michelle.

"Hello?"

"Hey, John. Where are you?"

"Heading back to the hotel. Something from dinner didn't sit right with me."

"Bummer. I wanted you to meet my friend, Kelly. She's been dying to meet you for a while now." In the background I heard someone say 'I have not! Don't lie to him.' and it brought a smile to my face.

"Maybe tomorrow night, Candy. I have a quick question."

"What's up?"

"Was she wearing white tonight?"

"Yes, after quite a bit of arguing on her part. I told her she should let me dress her more often."

I laughed again, but I had to stifle the moan that threatened to escape when Randy cupped the ever growing bulge in my pants. "Uh, I gotta go, Candy. I'll see your friend tomorrow night?"

"You'll need a ticket for tomorrow, John. She's performing. Hang on a second. He's invited? Well, damn, tell me that sooner will ya? You have yourself a ticket, John. Along with Randy so when you see him could you tell him?"

"Will do, Candice. I'll see you and your friend tomorrow night. What time?"

"Meet me outside the hotel at 7:30. See you, John."

"Later." I hung up my phone, only to be met with a very angry pair of blue eyes. "What?"

"Rude, much?" I didn't get to respond before Randy shoved his mouth onto mine and pinned me onto the leather seats of the limo. We came to the hotel and Randy dragged me out of the limo, through the lobby and into the elevator. Clearly, Randy wasn't wasting any time. He hit 3 on the panel in the elevator and stood there, tapping his foot impatiently. I couldn't keep my laugh inside, earning me a glare from Randy.

"Eager, much?"

"I've been waiting years, John. You tell me." The doors opened on the third floor and Randy dragged me all the way to his room, throwing me inside once he got the door open. "You will never forget tonight, John. I'll make sure of that." Randy threw me onto the bed and started to kiss me roughly.

2 hours later

I snuck out of Randy's hotel room, leaving a note explaining things before I left. I was walking down the hall when I saw Candice's friend, Kelly, walking down the hall with her luggage. She dropped a bag and said something in another language before stopping to pick it up. I beat her to it, picking up her bag and handing it to her.

"Thank you, John."

"No problem...Kelly."

"If you don't mind me saying, you look way better in person." I laughed nervously, scratching the back of my head.

"Thanks. Where are you headed? I thought Candice said you were doing something tomorrow night."

"I am. I just can't stand my roommate anymore so I'm off to the front desk to get my own room." She started to walk away before I could say anything to stop her.

"That won't do you any good. I talked to the receptionist earlier today and she said that they're all booked up." She stopped, cursed in a foreign language and sighed. "If you want, you could room with me. My roommate didn't show and there are two beds."

"Really?" I nodded and smiled. "Thank you so much." She let go of the handle on her bags and threw her arms around me in a big hug. I hesitantly wrapped my arms around her, overwhelmed with the feeling that this felt right. She pulled away and stood by her bags. "Lead the way, John." I smiled nervously and headed to the elevator, letting her in first before I hit the 2 on the panel.

"So, what exactly is happening tomorrow night?"

She smiled at me and I felt my heart rate quicken. "Where would the fun be if I told you?" Before I could say anything, the doors opened up and I had to lead the way to my room for Kelly. I slid the key into the lock and opened to door, ushering Kelly in and following her into the room.

"Feel free to choose your bed. I'm not picky. I'll be right back." I headed into the bathroom to calm down a bit because frankly, Kelly was hot and I didn't want to scare her. I took a deep breath, splashed some water on my face and opened the door. I was going to need more than a splash of water to get through tonight. Kelly had changed into what could be considered her pajamas: green short shorts and very tight, and very white, tank top. She looked back at me with a concerned look in her eyes.

"You alright, John? You look a little pale." She walked over to me and put her hand on my forehead, clearly checking to see if I was alright. That didn't help, obviously, because that meant that she was closer to me than before. I didn't want to scare her off by getting all riled up because she was dressed like she was. I felt my legs start to shake and that was definitely a bad sign; it meant I was about to pass out. Sure enough, I felt my eyes roll back into my head and I knew I was falling forward. Last thing I heard was Kelly calling my name. I woke up a little later to find my head in Kelly's lap and a washcloth on my head. She smiled softly at me and I could feel my pants start to stir again.

"What happened?"

"You passed out, not entirely sure why."

"Did I hit the floor?"

"No. I caught you before you fell."

"You caught me?" Kelly was much smaller than me; I was surprised when she said that she caught me.

"I have five brothers roughly your size, John. I'm used to it."

"Five brothers? Wow." She laughed and despite the chessiness, I could swear I heard an angel.

"You would know all about brothers, John." While I was staring up at Kelly, she began to (for lack of a better word) pet my head. It was more soothing than any massage I've ever gotten in my life. "You must like that, John."

"Hmm?"

"You must like what I'm doing. You keep sighing and you look really peaceful." I just nodded, not wanting to ruin the moment. "So who dragged you to the club? You didn't look like you wanted to be there."

"Not really. My friend, Randy, dragged me. His reason was that I was recently single and a guy like me shouldn't be."

"He's right." I looked up at Kelly and she just smiled at me. "What? Just from watching you on TV, I know that your friend Mr. Orton is right."

"How did you know it was Randy Orton?"

"Lucky guess." She gently placed her hand on my chest and I took the opportunity to examine it closer. Her nails were perfectly manicured, which didn't surprise me, and the fact that her hands were smooth and soft didn't surprise me either. "Having fun?" I nodded and hummed an answer, earning a laugh from Kelly. I never felt this at ease with any woman, even my recent ex-girlfriend. There was just something about Kelly that made me feel like I could be myself and not the man that everyone sees on TV.

"I have a question for you."

"Go for it."

"When I had come out of my friend's room, you dropped your bag and said something that wasn't in English." She laughed and to my surprise, laced her fingers in mine.

"That was me...swearing in Gaelic. Bad habit that I have yet to break." She looked down at our hands and just smiled. "You don't mind that I hold your hand, John?"

"Not at all. Do you?" She shook her head and I couldn't keep the cheesy smile off my face.

"That is one hell of a smile you have, John. You could light up a room with that." I felt my cheeks get hot with embarrassment; a woman has never said that to me before. "You never heard that before?" I shook my head and Kelly scoffed. "You've been talking to the wrong women, John." Clearly.

-FIN-

I hate to end it there, honestly. I just didn't want this first chapter to get unruly and run away from me. It's already twice as long as I usually write but personally, it was worth it. Hope ya'll enjoyed it. Next one will be out soon. : )