The
New Diva
Oh my God! The fans went wild. John Cena pumped his shoes up, and gave Show the 5- knuckle shuffle. John started getting all happy and couldn't believe his luck. He was bouncing around and didn't notice Show get up. The crowd started screaming, but John didn't listen. He turned around, a little too arrogantly, and Show gave him the big boot. John Cena was laid out flat. Show started to laugh and gave John a big elbow to his stomach. All of a sudden the crowd started screaming. A woman with blonde hair was running down the ramp. She was dressed completely in black. She had on tight black jeans that hugged her body in all the right places and a silky black halter- top that stopped above her belly button.
Show looked at her in confusion. Then he started to get furious. As the masked woman jumped into the ring, Show went after her. The ref got in the way, and Show hit him instead. Bam! The ref would be out for a few minutes. In that time the masked girl grabbed the belt, and smashed Big Show in the head with the belt. She hit him continuously until he fell on the mat, almost unconscious. She then went to John. She knelt beside him, kissed his check, and put his head on her lap. She rubbed his forehead, and he started to open his eyes. She kissed him on the forehead gently, and helped him to his feet. He looked at her with such confusion in his eyes.
She just pointed to Show, and jumped out the ring. She had done too much. She hadn't meant to kiss him. It was just seeing him there, hurt and all had killed her. She felt bad. She wiped the one tear from her eye and pointed to Show and the ref once more before disappearing backstage.
Meanwhile, in the ring, the ref was getting up. Big Show was still knocked out. John decided to do one more move before pinning the Big Show. He ran to the ropes, ran to the other side of the ropes, and did the 5 knuckle-shuffle. Slam! Big Show jerked in pain. John went for the cover.
"1..............2..............3!" the ref shouted, and pointed to the bell.
"Our new champion is...John Cena!" Lillian Garcia announced and handed John the belt.
John took the belt and danced out of the arena. He was so happy. He was more than happy though. He couldn't put a word on what he was feeling. He had won the belt! He had the gold! It wouldn't have happened though if that masked woman weren't there. The masked woman...who was she? Why did she help John? These are all the thoughts that were crowding John's brain. He didn't know which question to think about first. They were both mind-boggling questions. John went to his locker room, and shut the door. He retrieved his bag from the cabinet, and sat it down on the couch. He started ruffling through it and found a note under his shirt. The paper was pink, and he could tell whoever the masked woman was had sprayed it with a perfume that smelled completely wonderful. It was like a piece of heaven for only him. Its sweet, everlasting scent of roses was overwhelming. It was like it absorbed through his nose into his brain; all he could think of was it. At that brief moment, he had no worries.
Wait, he had smelled this before. When had he though? Ideas were racing through his head. He couldn't remember it and it was tearing him up. Oh My God, he thought! It was the girl from the ring! When he was lying there, and she had lifted him up, gently of course, he had sniffed her perfume and it was one of the things that got him moving again. Enough of this, though. Time to read the note. He unfolded it, and began to read the perfect and elegant words on the paper.
"John,
I've watched you wrestle for a long time. I think you are an incredible athlete, and I look at you with the utmost respect. I did what I did because of that. I would love to get to know you better, but first I have things that I need to get done. Do you want to see me? Would you really like to know who I am? Are you READY for your date with Destiny? That's what I am. Your Destiny....."
John had read the note three times and was still utterly shocked. Who was she? He might not know who she was, but she certainly answered one of his questions. She admired him, and that was why she was looking after him. She completely intrigued him. He wanted to, no, he Needed to know who she was.
John Cena looked up and said, "My Destiny? If you're watching this, which you probably are, then hear me now. I'm ready for my 'Date With Destiny', Baby." And with that, the cameras zoomed out.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~************************************************************************* ************* Tazz: Whoa!! Did you see what happened? John has a stalker! Michael Cole: No, she isn't! She just...admires him. Tazz: Whatever! It doesn't matter! She shouldn't have interfered. Show should still be the champ! Michael Cole: I don't know about that. Next up we will see Stacey Keibler and Miss Jackie against Torrie Wilson and Sable. King: WhooooooooooooooooooooooooooHooooooooooooooooooooooo! Puppies, Jr! JR: King, are puppies the only thing you care about in this next match-up? King: No, this match means a lot........ JR: Folks, we'll be right back after we show you what went on to cause this fight!
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Ok. Please R&R! If you like it I'll add some more. It will get better though, I promise! By the way, I didn't do this in the beginning, but I guess I should have. This story starts off PG, but it might get a little more towards PG13, ok? Also, the mystery girl is my own addition, but the wrestlers are for the WWE. Please don't sue!
Oh my God! The fans went wild. John Cena pumped his shoes up, and gave Show the 5- knuckle shuffle. John started getting all happy and couldn't believe his luck. He was bouncing around and didn't notice Show get up. The crowd started screaming, but John didn't listen. He turned around, a little too arrogantly, and Show gave him the big boot. John Cena was laid out flat. Show started to laugh and gave John a big elbow to his stomach. All of a sudden the crowd started screaming. A woman with blonde hair was running down the ramp. She was dressed completely in black. She had on tight black jeans that hugged her body in all the right places and a silky black halter- top that stopped above her belly button.
Show looked at her in confusion. Then he started to get furious. As the masked woman jumped into the ring, Show went after her. The ref got in the way, and Show hit him instead. Bam! The ref would be out for a few minutes. In that time the masked girl grabbed the belt, and smashed Big Show in the head with the belt. She hit him continuously until he fell on the mat, almost unconscious. She then went to John. She knelt beside him, kissed his check, and put his head on her lap. She rubbed his forehead, and he started to open his eyes. She kissed him on the forehead gently, and helped him to his feet. He looked at her with such confusion in his eyes.
She just pointed to Show, and jumped out the ring. She had done too much. She hadn't meant to kiss him. It was just seeing him there, hurt and all had killed her. She felt bad. She wiped the one tear from her eye and pointed to Show and the ref once more before disappearing backstage.
Meanwhile, in the ring, the ref was getting up. Big Show was still knocked out. John decided to do one more move before pinning the Big Show. He ran to the ropes, ran to the other side of the ropes, and did the 5 knuckle-shuffle. Slam! Big Show jerked in pain. John went for the cover.
"1..............2..............3!" the ref shouted, and pointed to the bell.
"Our new champion is...John Cena!" Lillian Garcia announced and handed John the belt.
John took the belt and danced out of the arena. He was so happy. He was more than happy though. He couldn't put a word on what he was feeling. He had won the belt! He had the gold! It wouldn't have happened though if that masked woman weren't there. The masked woman...who was she? Why did she help John? These are all the thoughts that were crowding John's brain. He didn't know which question to think about first. They were both mind-boggling questions. John went to his locker room, and shut the door. He retrieved his bag from the cabinet, and sat it down on the couch. He started ruffling through it and found a note under his shirt. The paper was pink, and he could tell whoever the masked woman was had sprayed it with a perfume that smelled completely wonderful. It was like a piece of heaven for only him. Its sweet, everlasting scent of roses was overwhelming. It was like it absorbed through his nose into his brain; all he could think of was it. At that brief moment, he had no worries.
Wait, he had smelled this before. When had he though? Ideas were racing through his head. He couldn't remember it and it was tearing him up. Oh My God, he thought! It was the girl from the ring! When he was lying there, and she had lifted him up, gently of course, he had sniffed her perfume and it was one of the things that got him moving again. Enough of this, though. Time to read the note. He unfolded it, and began to read the perfect and elegant words on the paper.
"John,
I've watched you wrestle for a long time. I think you are an incredible athlete, and I look at you with the utmost respect. I did what I did because of that. I would love to get to know you better, but first I have things that I need to get done. Do you want to see me? Would you really like to know who I am? Are you READY for your date with Destiny? That's what I am. Your Destiny....."
John had read the note three times and was still utterly shocked. Who was she? He might not know who she was, but she certainly answered one of his questions. She admired him, and that was why she was looking after him. She completely intrigued him. He wanted to, no, he Needed to know who she was.
John Cena looked up and said, "My Destiny? If you're watching this, which you probably are, then hear me now. I'm ready for my 'Date With Destiny', Baby." And with that, the cameras zoomed out.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~************************************************************************* ************* Tazz: Whoa!! Did you see what happened? John has a stalker! Michael Cole: No, she isn't! She just...admires him. Tazz: Whatever! It doesn't matter! She shouldn't have interfered. Show should still be the champ! Michael Cole: I don't know about that. Next up we will see Stacey Keibler and Miss Jackie against Torrie Wilson and Sable. King: WhooooooooooooooooooooooooooHooooooooooooooooooooooo! Puppies, Jr! JR: King, are puppies the only thing you care about in this next match-up? King: No, this match means a lot........ JR: Folks, we'll be right back after we show you what went on to cause this fight!
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Ok. Please R&R! If you like it I'll add some more. It will get better though, I promise! By the way, I didn't do this in the beginning, but I guess I should have. This story starts off PG, but it might get a little more towards PG13, ok? Also, the mystery girl is my own addition, but the wrestlers are for the WWE. Please don't sue!