Author's Note: I haven't written a fic in the longest time ever! This doesn't fit in with the WWE storylines as much as some fics. It's pretty much in its own little world. I do not own any of the WWE or its wrestlers but, Jeremiah Valance, Dakota and the rest of the Bianchini family are fictional characters coming from my mind. Enjoy!
The night had fallen in Rome, Italy as the Bianchini household was filled with the sounds of loud chatter, Italian classics and what was a regular day in the household. The man of the house, Sergio was playing cards with his two sons, sixteen year old Ryan and thirteen year old Dan. The oldest child of the Bianchini household, Dakota was twenty-one and visiting her family.
Dakota lived on her own, raising her five year old daughter Isabella. She had thought she had found the one she loved when she met Jeremiah Valance. The two of then had been fifteen when they first started going out. She thought it was love. When Dakota was sixteen, she had become pregnant with Isabella and Jeremiah had left her for another girl. Kicked out of school and almost kicked out of her own family, Dakota was at first in a tragic state. After her family had forgiven her and a year or two, she finally became the strong woman she is today.
Back at the Bianchini house, Ryan and Dan got into a heated arguement about Ryan cheating. Dakota helped her mother, Maria wash the dishes from dinner as her daughter, Isabella sat on Sergio's lap, helping him play.
About fifteen miles away, there was a hotel chock full of WWE superstars. Stephanie McMahon had scheduled a tour of Italy for her superstars, hitting about five or six venues in a week's time. She was trying to get her superstars under control but it was hard, because Jamie Noble and Nidia wouldn't stop making out, causing people who walked by to be disgusted by their public displays. Also, the F.B.I were making a lot of noise because they were in Italy. After five minutes of superstars babbling on and on, Stephanie stood up from her chair, climbed on top of it and shouted at the top of her lungs, "QUIET!"
The room fell so silent that people would be able to hear a pin drop. All eyes were on the now fuming General Manager. Stephanie's face turned a bit red as she continued to speak. "Good. Now, let's get down to business. I've put you all in groups to share rooms." The superstars groaned but were soon silent as Stephanie McMahon shot them one of her classic evil glares. She then cleared her throat and looked down at the list she held in her hand. "In room 57, it'll be Jamie Noble, Nidia, Billy Gunn and Torrie Wilson. Next to them in room 58, is the Basham Brothers and Shanequa." With that said, the two groups had a stare down, both being furious that they were close to each other. After five more minutes, Stephanie announced the last name. "And finally, in room 143...Wow, John Cena! I guess you've got your own room." Everybody else groaned again but John cheered.
"Yeah! In your faces! Lata dawgs!" He said, happily as he took the key from Stephanie and ran over to the elevator. When Cena reached his room, he opened the door, shut the door and threw his bag and his own self onto the bed. He looked up at the elaborate tiled ceiling. John was happy that he was alone because he thought he deserved it. On television, he was one of the most hated superstars. But, in real life...he just wanted a friend. He wanted someone he could talk to, someone who he could listen to. He didn't show it but, inside...John Cena was lonely.
The night had fallen in Rome, Italy as the Bianchini household was filled with the sounds of loud chatter, Italian classics and what was a regular day in the household. The man of the house, Sergio was playing cards with his two sons, sixteen year old Ryan and thirteen year old Dan. The oldest child of the Bianchini household, Dakota was twenty-one and visiting her family.
Dakota lived on her own, raising her five year old daughter Isabella. She had thought she had found the one she loved when she met Jeremiah Valance. The two of then had been fifteen when they first started going out. She thought it was love. When Dakota was sixteen, she had become pregnant with Isabella and Jeremiah had left her for another girl. Kicked out of school and almost kicked out of her own family, Dakota was at first in a tragic state. After her family had forgiven her and a year or two, she finally became the strong woman she is today.
Back at the Bianchini house, Ryan and Dan got into a heated arguement about Ryan cheating. Dakota helped her mother, Maria wash the dishes from dinner as her daughter, Isabella sat on Sergio's lap, helping him play.
About fifteen miles away, there was a hotel chock full of WWE superstars. Stephanie McMahon had scheduled a tour of Italy for her superstars, hitting about five or six venues in a week's time. She was trying to get her superstars under control but it was hard, because Jamie Noble and Nidia wouldn't stop making out, causing people who walked by to be disgusted by their public displays. Also, the F.B.I were making a lot of noise because they were in Italy. After five minutes of superstars babbling on and on, Stephanie stood up from her chair, climbed on top of it and shouted at the top of her lungs, "QUIET!"
The room fell so silent that people would be able to hear a pin drop. All eyes were on the now fuming General Manager. Stephanie's face turned a bit red as she continued to speak. "Good. Now, let's get down to business. I've put you all in groups to share rooms." The superstars groaned but were soon silent as Stephanie McMahon shot them one of her classic evil glares. She then cleared her throat and looked down at the list she held in her hand. "In room 57, it'll be Jamie Noble, Nidia, Billy Gunn and Torrie Wilson. Next to them in room 58, is the Basham Brothers and Shanequa." With that said, the two groups had a stare down, both being furious that they were close to each other. After five more minutes, Stephanie announced the last name. "And finally, in room 143...Wow, John Cena! I guess you've got your own room." Everybody else groaned again but John cheered.
"Yeah! In your faces! Lata dawgs!" He said, happily as he took the key from Stephanie and ran over to the elevator. When Cena reached his room, he opened the door, shut the door and threw his bag and his own self onto the bed. He looked up at the elaborate tiled ceiling. John was happy that he was alone because he thought he deserved it. On television, he was one of the most hated superstars. But, in real life...he just wanted a friend. He wanted someone he could talk to, someone who he could listen to. He didn't show it but, inside...John Cena was lonely.