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The Miscellaneous Adventures of a Rebel Girl

(Jo's POV)

The Story

"Gather around kiddos, its story time!" an exuberated John Cena declared to about fifteen fifth graders who were visiting the WWE today. I rolled my eyes as I leaned on the back wall watching the obnoxiously colored wrestler pull out a copy of a new James Patterson novel to read to them.

"Enjoy the view?" questioned a voice that slide up beside me. From the corner of my eye I could see the glare of the WWE Championship on his shoulder knowing instantly who it was. The slick sarcasm also helped, but that's beside my point.

"Yes, I am thank you very much." I mouthed off to my new companion. "Why don't you ever do anything like that? I'm sure kids would love you."

He let out a little chuckle and shook his head at me. I had been in the business for a while, but even I know when the right and wrong times are for wrestlers to make their presences known. This was not one of those times.

"Do you see the stars in those kid's eyes looking at their hero? I'm the sarcastic rebellious guy who holds the WWE Championship. I'm certainly not a hero, and I doubt those kids would think otherwise."

"Punk," I sighed looking up at him, "You know I think you're a hero…."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Did I just hear you correct broskette? You think Punk is a hero?" Zack Ryder said rushing into the scene and pushing his glasses to gaze down at me.

"Zack," I sighed putting a hand on his shoulder, "I think of you as a hero too."

"What am I? Chopped liver?" yelled Daniel Bryan as he joined us standing against the wall. I rolled my eyes at the three of them.

"You're all my heroes. You saved me remember? Not so long ago, I was poor broken run down teenager and now look where I am! The WWE, a place where dreams come true." I said aloud.

"No offense, Jo, but you do realize this isn't Disneyland." Punk said with an eye roll as I hit him on the shoulder. "Hey, that hurt!"

"Shhh… Be quiet or do you want those kids to see you three and rush over for an autograph!" I yelled, but it was too late. John had caught sight of me as he stalked over the other three wrestlers flew the coop. Figures, leave the woman to take responsibility for what the men did.

"Jo," John greeted me as I nodded my head at the veteran wrestler. To say John, wasn't my biggest fan was an understatement. The guy didn't like me period. Maybe it was because every chance I had I would make mean comments about the guy, that's what I get for hanging around Punk so much I guess.

"Joanna!" John yelled snapping me out of my deep thought. I looked up at him ready for the verbal lashing I was about to get for interrupting story time with the kiddies. "I have a harsh group of fifth graders today as you can see and I was wondering if… you… um…."

"Oh spit it out already, Cena!" I yelled while tapping my foot.

"If you could tell them a story," John told me as I blinked in confusion. "Listen, I'm not as popular as I used to be with kids and these are ones that are just hitting puberty. They appeal more to the likes of Ryder, Bryan, and Punk than they do to me. Please, I'm begging you here go tell them a story!"

I twisted one of my dark black locks around my finger making John squirm because he knew I was thinking which was dangerous within itself especially when it came to me.

"Fine, I'll do it, but under one condition."

"Anything,"

"Go get Punk, Zack, and Daniel. They need to be here to help me because this story isn't going to work without their presences being known." I told John as he immediately rushed off to fetch them.

I headed over to the chair where John had once been sitting and folded it up setting it up against the wall. I sat down with the kids as they tried to place me. I had only been on television a few times because Punk said it was too dangerous for me most of the time.

"Wait, I know you!" shouted a little girl with fire engine red hair, "Your Joanna!"

"The one and only," I said with a smile, "You all have a special treat today. I get to tell you a story. Now you have to understand that this isn't any story, it's a story about loyalty, friendship, family, and finding a place in this crazy place that we all call home."

I saw John shuffle into the back of the room with Punk, Ryder, and Bryan in tow. They took seat and leaned up against the wall as I started to tell the story.

"It all started several months ago, it was a rainy night in the city of Philadelphia and just a few short days from Christmas…"

Since I'm wrapping up L2HV, I figured before I write the sequel I should dabble in something else. And boom, this story was born! Now, I'll try and keep it as close as possible to the RAW timeline, but I can't make any promises, okay? And I'm using different main characters than my other stories so I don't get information right, right off the bat I'm really sorry.

Also please note that I got the story idea from ThePeep93's "That Summer" check it out of you haven't yet, you'll be glad you did!

So until next time, read the finale of Listen to Her Voice, enjoy the holidays, and don't get too annoyed with the annoying Christmas songs on the radio! Oh and remember to add this to your story favorites, alerts, etc. Please and Thank you!

~always with much love ~L.

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