A People Magazine Exclusive: Is John Cena off the market?

Early in the morning on December 26th, WWE Superstar John Cena was spotted having breakfast with some guy friends in Boston. Also spotted, was what looked to be a white gold and platinum woven band on his left ring finger.

Acclaimed New York City jeweler to the stars, Carol Banks, who has neither John, nor his girlfriend, WWE Diva and heiress, Jessica McMahon, as a client, tells us, "This design is becoming more and more popular for a wedding band. In fact, I've created quite a few this year for that purpose alone."

Could this Christmas have really been all about the white for John and Jessica?


Rumor Has It…

One Perez-lover, Katelyn M. of Boston, MA, has just informed me via email that she was out to breakfast this morning and got quite the surprise!

"Hey, Perez! I went to grab something to eat this morning with a few of my girlfriends and guess who I saw?!? Jessica McMahon! While she wasn't with John (Cena), she certainly wasn't alone… and neither was her left hand!"

Maybe the anti-heiress and the wrestler really did get hitched!

(Insert yummy pic of John Cena without a shirt here.)


While most of wrestling is fake…

Apparently, some of it isn't. Numerous media sources have been reporting that WWE Superstar John Cena and his girlfriend, Jessica McMahon, a fellow wrestler and the daughter of WWE Chairman, Vince McMahon, who have been romantically linked on-screen since July, got married on Christmas Day.

In an AOL exclusive, we have learned that the private corporate jet of Vince and his wife, Linda, took off from Hartford, Connecticut, and landed in Boston, Massachusetts, early Christmas morning.


More on the People Mag. Exclusive: Jessica McMahon - Cena?!?!

As we head closer and closer to 2006, it appears as though this could very well be the case!

The picture above clearly shows a ring on Jessica's left hand and it appears to be a band of her own, which weaves up and down in the shape of ivy leaves.

"As far as ring-choices, she could have very well opted for a non-traditional look, as well," renowned jeweler, Carol Banks, notes. "Contemporary is very in this year."

It looks like an announcement should be on its way in 2006!!!


Not a proud father? Vince McMahon PANICKING over his daughter's marriage!

An anonymous source within World Wrestling Entertainment informs us that Vince is flipping over his daughter, Jessica's, alleged nuptials this past Thursday.

"Vince already has enough pressure on him from his older daughter, Stephanie's, husband, (WWE Superstar) Paul (Levesque, AKA Triple H)," spills the source. "He's always had a lot of pull backstage, but when they got married, it increased tremendously. Vince is afraid that John (Cena) will turn out to be this way, as well!"


Jessica McMahon-stealer?

John Cena's ex-girlfriend tells Star Magazine that she and John were engaged prior to his pursuance of a career in wrestling.

"We were engaged for a little over six months when he up and left me," the angry ex, Liz (last name not printed for her protection) states. "For her. We'd been together since our Junior year of high school."


"Are you kidding me?" Jessica exclaimed shrilly, dropping the last of the computer print outs and torn magazine pages onto the kitchen table in front of her boyfriend.

"Jess, you're getting worked up over nothing…" John tried to calm her down, placing a hand on her arm.

"Nothing?" she arched an eyebrow at him.

"It's harmless," he assured her, rubbing the skin lightly. "It's a couple of marriage rumors. It happens every day."

"Oh yeah?" Jessica challenged him and pointed to the top paper of the table. "Read."

John's sapphire orbs scanned over the red and white paper that had come from Star Magazine.

"Jessica McMahon-stealer?!?" she smacked her lips together sharply. "I know where that bitch lives… and I'm going to pay her a visit!"

She tore through the kitchen, then the hallway, her blonde hair trailing behind her angrily as she moved. Jessica grabbed her keys off of the table by the door, but found a pair of strong arms pulling her back.

"No, you're not."

The caramel blonde turned around and placed her hands on her hips as she stared up at her boyfriend, "Why in the hell not?"

"Because you don't need the tabloids reporting that you've been arrested for assault, either," John pointed out and held out his palm.

"Try murder," she mumbled and dropped the key ring into his awaiting hand.

"Thank you," he nodded and pocketed the clanging metal. "Now listen to me, this is easily taken care of."

"This isn't wrestling, John," Jessica huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, causing folds to appear on the sleeves of her deep chocolate sweater. "You can't just play Superman and make everything better."

"That's what PR people at the headquarters do," he countered, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his cell phone. "All we have to do is place a call."

Jessica snatched the phone out of his hand, "Give me that."

Quickly, she dialed in the number she wished she hadn't known by heart and waited until it picked up. Two rings later, a voice graced her ears.

"James Kaufman."

"James," she closed her eyes and bit her lip before speaking, "It's Jessica."

"Ah, Jessica," the man greeted her in an unexpectedly cheery tone, "I was wondering how long it would be before you called."

James was the brother of Edward L. Kaufman, Executive Vice President and General Counsel of World Wrestling Entertainment, and the head of the Public Relations Department. Truthfully, he wasn't qualified for the job by any means, but he was hired at the recommendation of his brother and had surprisingly done a great job thus far.

"So you've heard," she sighed noticeably.

"I don't live under a rock, Jessica," he chuckled slightly, but then cleared his throat sensing that she didn't find the situation too funny at all. "Alright, what would you like me to say?"


Not THAT kind of White Christmas

Jessica McMahon and John Cena's rep, James Kaufman, has officially put to rest the rumors that have been swirling around since the day after Christmas.

"Contrary to what has been reported, Jessica McMahon and John Cena are neither married, nor engaged. They were merely like-minded in their Christmas presents and chose to wear the rings on their left hands as a symbol of commitment, nothing more."


Perez Hilton's Official Verdict on McCena?

Your honor: Not Married.


Good news, ladies. John Cena is still unmarried!

But while he's not quite hitched, the odds of you beating out Jessica McMahon for that wedding ring are slim to none.

However, a girl can dream, right?


Jessica's still on the market… kinda.

It's official. The media blitz is over.

Jessica McMahon and John Cena are NOT married.

And guys everywhere are celebrating with a beer.


Kind of disappointed? Perezzers thinks so too!

Now that John Cena and Jessica McMahon have announced that they're not married, I'm a little let down.

They could have been the next Posh and Becks!!! Don't you think so too?!?


"Look," John handed her a packet of magazine clip outs and internet gossip site articles, "The rumor mill has officially stopped running."

Jessica glanced down at a few of the articles, "You know, I got a call from my sister. Apparently, she's pissed that she wasn't invited to the wedding."

"Wow," John marveled and shook his head as he sat down to breakfast at the table. "Either it's those pregnancy hormones or she's just that stupid."

"Oh no…" his girlfriend replied as he took a swig of coffee from his mug. "She's just that stupid."

John let out a chuckle as he pierced a sausage link with his fork, "Sometimes I wonder how you two are from the same gene pool."

Jessica shrugged, "Same reason you and Steve are. Second time around is when you correct all of your mistakes."


"Are you sure you have to leave tomorrow?"

"Yeah," he nodded as she sat down across his lap and put her arms around his neck. "They've been hyping this First Blood match for weeks now."

"I could pull a few strings…" she trailed off and looked away from him. "Make a call or two."

"We'll save the option for another time," John assured and kissed her temple. "We'll save it for when you come back."

"Yeah, when I come back…" she allowed the sentence to die out.

John reached up and tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, "You will be back, Jess."

Jessica scoffed at the prospect of her return, "Yeah… in JULY."

"It's better than not coming back at all."

In her heart, Jessica knew that he was right. In the beginning, no one was even sure that she'd return to the ring ever again, including Dr. Andrews. Now, it was almost certain that she would come back and reclaim the WWE Title that was rightfully hers.

"Come on," John egged her on, "You can say it."

She rolled her eyes and gave in, "You're right."

"Could you say that a little louder? I couldn't hear you."

"Want me to fix your ears so you'll never be able to hear anything ever again?" she cocked her head to the side and forced a smile.


The Rebel's Release – 1/1/06

Happy New Year, everyone!

I must say, like the road to Wrestlemania, the days leading up to 2006 were quite interesting and eventful. I don't know how that crazy rumor got started about John and I getting married. Apparently, someone saw him at breakfast last week, with his college buddies Matt and Rob, wearing what I got him for Christmas. That was at least somewhat understandable.

Once random jewelers and ex-girfriends who just can't let go of the past started coming out of the woodworks, it got a little out of hand. And just for the record, I did NOT steal John from anyone. Before we got together, both of us had not been in a relationship since 2001. We started dating in July 2005. Let's not neglect the fact that John is 28 years old and was a junior at 16 and 17. Considering he and his last ex-girlfriend (the nice synonym I chose in place of her name) broke up six years later, and generously calling him 17 at the time, that would make him 23 when they ended things. I can do the math. Can you?

Anyway, I'm gonna save the drama for my mama (which can be taken literally, considering whom my parents are) and move on.

It was really great having everyone in West Newbury for Christmas, save Stephanie and Shane. However, after the babies are born, perhaps we'll all get together for another occasion. I hope that your Christmas was filled with family, friends, and laughter, a combination we often lack in our day to day operations.

That all being said, I hope that you start 2006 off on a good foot and that this year brings happiness, health, and peace on Earth.

Lots of Love,

Jessica


"Um… Earth to Jessica?" a voice interred the young woman's thoughts.

"What? Huh?" she looked up from the floor and locked eyes with her producer, Mike, on the other side of the glass.

"You need a break?" he asked her, sliding down a knob on the control board.

After a moment of contemplation, she shook her head, "Probably better that I don't."

A knowing smile crossed Mike's face and he looked up from the board, "Good. Cue music."


"Tough song to get through?" Mike asked her as she sat on the couch of the recording studio, picking at a Chinese food container with a pair of chopsticks.

"Eh… I've been through worse," she shrugged and scooped a few noodles into her mouth.

He took a swig of coffee from the Starbucks cup in his hand, "Do you always do that?"

Her head tilted slightly to the side, "Do what?"

"Downplay your problems as a defense," he stated simply and leaned against the back of the plush chair.

"I don't downplay my problems…" she shook her head defensively.

"I'm not saying it's intentional, Jess," he waved her off. "You're just used to doing it. Don't get me wrong," he assured her and stood up, "A lot of young artists I've worked with have done the same. Maybe that's the reason you're not happy with the song…"

"I never said th-"

"You didn't have to. Seasoned vet here, remember?" he smiled at her and shook his head. "Look, you've got to stop thinking that your problems are so small compared to everyone else's… just for a little while anyway. You're allowed to feel that way every now and then. If you didn't, you wouldn't relate to half the songs on the radio. You've got the talent to be on the radio too," he walked to the door that led to the hallway and turned back to look at her, "You just… you just need to realize that sometimes it's okay to get lost in your own emotions."


Jessica sat back down on the other side of the glass, but instead of sitting down on a stool before a microphone, she sat down at the piano.

Mike didn't miss a beat, "Someone get in there and ring up a piano mic."

After a minute or so, an audio technician emerged from the room and the tape began rolling.

The words had emerged from her mouth thirty or forty times before, colliding with the strings on her guitar, and getting lost somewhere in between. Somewhere along the line, they'd lost their emotion.

But as her fingers swept across the keys of the piano, channeling the spirit of her grandmother who had sat her down on countless afternoons during her childhood and let the music find her, it had never felt so right.

This time… this time the words rolled off of her tongue and hung in the air for what seemed like ages.

The notes still lingered in the airwaves when Jessica heard a click and a voice crackle over the intercom.

"That's a wrap on 'Gravity.' I think that's enough for today."


"Hey, Jess," Mike called to her as she exited the studio only to be met with the Boston cold.

"Yeah?" she turned back in his direction, wrapping her coat tighter around her body.

"Here," he thrust at her a copy of Rolling Stone. "You might want to take a look at page fifty-three. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Alright. Bye," she waved at his disappearing form quizzically.

Thumbing through the pages, she turned to number fifty three.

Are You Ready for the Rebel? We are.

By Michael Jacobs

When Clive Davis announced he had signed World Wrestling Entertainment's number one Diva, Jessica McMahon, many of Rolling Stone's writers, including myself, thought he had gone senile. Hell, we thought it was a joke, much like John Cena's rap album, 'You Can't See Me.'

Turns out… the joke's on us.

Through a source I cannot identify, I have managed to come across a few rough cuts of some of her material from her album, most likely dropping in March, and surprisingly, I have to say… color me impressed.

The songs I have somehow procured include 'Not That Far,' a song that while destined for pop radio, brings a killer guitar riff and combines it with a distortion-triggered hook that Radiohead wishes they'd followed 'Creep" up with, 'Bottle It Up,' an easy-listening song that is deliciously profane, and an incredibly rough cover of the Pixies' 'Where is My Mind,' which I am intrigued to hear once the kinks are worked out.

Overall, it is because of these three submitted songs that I can't help but name Jessica McMahon… our artist to watch for 2006.


A/N: I hope you like this chapter. It's a little different than what I normally write, a little media-driven, but I thought that was unique and sometimes funny. I hope at least some of you like to read Perez Hilton and got some of my references. Haha.

Holler at my reviewers who got me to ONE HUNDRED REVIEWS:

Sweetortonlover86 – Um. I would. End of story.

Animal-Luvr-89 – I wrote some more jokes for this one, too! God, I love sarcasm!!!

Lil-miss-wrestling-fan – Me too, but I already have a puppy… a chocolate Labrador (wonder where Jess's puppy came from…hmm) and at eighty pounds of puppy, she's quite enough for me to handle.

JCEdgeRKO – Ask and you shall receive!

Enigmatic Lotus Leaf – I got the shirt! I got the shirt! I got the shirt! AND the DVD! But no poster. Sadly, my mother would burn it. Just wait til I get to college… he'd be afraid to step into my room!

Nic-002001 – Yeah, McCena liked the rings too… until everyone went around screaming "CHRISTMAS WEDDING!" Kind of puts a buzz kill on the leftover holiday spirit.

Da-Real-Mrz-Cena1002100 – I'm glad you liked this one. I actually do own the winding ivy ring. I bought it at Kohl's, but it's silver.

Goddessofthenite – Really? Not the Webkinz. For shame.

I'm.Totally.Fxcking.Awesome – Julia will vouch for me on this one, I will out bench your you-know-what any day of the week. I may be injured, but I still have one good knee. And thank you!

Candace – Yes, you can. Because I don't want it. Tom Brady is a pretty boy. There! I said it!

Pr0udpnaii x33 – Wow! New reader! Welcome! And thank you for your praise. I can't imagine reading 32 chapters of a story in a single day. I might go blind… or pass out… but clearly you did not. Happy Holidays to you too!

And with that, I satisfactorily (yes, that's a word) conclude Chapter 12 of She's a Rebel II. For the record, I am so impressed with the amount of reviews that have been flowing in for the last few chapters, keep up the great work.

The My Life DVD happened to be awesome and as my friend, Julia, can attest to, I was able to rattle off stats of the cars in John's collection like it was nothing! And no, not the ones that were in the graphics, I mean the ones that were post drag pack and such… in horsepower.

If that doesn't make me John Cena's perfect woman, I don't know what does.

Except, well… maybe that "Cena pinned me shirt," but I like to wear shirts that are true. So… look for me around April. I turn eighteen then. Hehe.

Anyway, have a very Happy New Year and may 2008 bring you all of the luck and happiness in the world! AND MORE JOHN CENA!

Danielle