A/N: This is my first fanfic... so if it's bad, you'll know why! But please
give it a chance! P.S I know there are many fics called 'The Reason', sorry
I couldn't find another name... the whole story just came to my mind after
hearing the song!
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone although I wish I owned John Cena... giggle
Summary: From zero to hero, John has come a long way from being the loner in the locker room to the most popular guy, he owes it to someone too... but after a series of unforgivable events, John is determined to win back to love of his life. But how?
Spoiler: John Cena and Torrie pairing! I love them so much! Sorry!
Chapter 1: What do you want from me?
When people looked at him, he wondered what they saw in him. Was there more to him that just a rapper or a professional wrestler? Was there anything underneath that ratty cap of his, which he wore back to front all the time? That rusty steel chain, the one worn around his neck, why was it there? Why were all his clothes baggy? Could he not afford proper clothes? Of all the questions he's been asked and all the whispers behind his back he had chosen to ignore, the most painful thing he had heard was... What is she doing with a jerk like him?
They were right... why had she held on to a jerk like him for so long? Surely she deserved someone better, way better than him. She was out of his league, by far. Did she date him only because she pitied him?
He was such a loner in the locker room, a bigheaded guy without a care in the world, playing pranks on people and bothering them just to entertain himself... and those awful raps! What does he talk about half the time anyway? Is it necessary to say 'Yo' after every few words? Or 'dawg'? Are they even real words?
They all treated him like rubbish because he made them treat him like that, he knew he deserved it, he was a bastard and proud of it too. But things changed when he met her, everything was different so suddenly. She was a goddess, the most beautiful diva in all of the WWE. When she walked through the Smackdown locker room, frowns suddenly transformed into smiles, dark turned into light and whatever there was to change... changed, and the biggest change, was in him.
It was so amazing how he was reclusive backstage, he sat by himself in the cafeteria, he traveled alone in his car, he sat alone in the bus or on the plane, he had no friends... but he didn't need them really... After meeting her, well things didn't really click. He didn't like her at all, but come to think of it, he didn't like anyone... except Tupac. She invited him to nightclub and had a few drinks, they chatted the night away – he hadn't spoken openly to someone in such a long time, within days they were best friends, in a week they were already dating and since they did life has been good for him. He had been given a push and went from the person the fans loved to hate to the person the fans loved to bits, backstage he was loved by all his colleagues and especially his boss, Mr McMahon – Smackdown TV ratings when up significantly because of John– and in a way, it was all thanks to her.
It was a shame he took advantage of her, she helped him through everything, she even appeared on a few tracks from his No 1 selling album 'Underground', (Note: 'Underground' hasn't not been released yet... nor does Torrie feature on that album...) she had turned him from zero to hero. There was not one person who didn't know his name! Not one! And how he loved it... Since he was such a well-known celebrity, his fame had gone to his head again. He had locked her out of his life to a point where it was as if he didn't care about her anymore. They used to travel to each house show together, fly together, train together, workout together... they practically did everything together... but not anymore.
But his hectic life dragged him away from his love, at first she was happy for him and she understood but those lonely nights without him were hard for her to bear, then comes the bickering and the arguing. Those few words, 'I love you', were hardly ever said, they began to question whether they were still in love with each other.
Although they were on the verge of breaking up, there was no reason for him to do all that he's done to her. Everything he had done was leaked to the press and she was ashamed and embarrassed by him, but she eventually forgave him, but he made another big mistake, which was much worse and was printed on the front page of every newspaper and magazine across the globe.
Now he didn't know what to do, he needed her to forgive him. He was hopeless without her. Of course he had his army of loyal fans but backstage people went back to their previous judgments on him, before his popularity. His conscience was guilty and he had many sleepless nights for the past few days without her lying by his side.
He missed her soft touch, her luscious, kissable lips and that billion- dollar-smile, her dimples too. What almost brought him to tears were the memories of them walking in the park and kissing late at night, and how when it was cold they snuggled closely on the couch in front of an open fire, sharing a cup of hot chocolate and giving each other Eskimo kisses. He missed that hand he held in times of pain, like that time Big Show tossed him out of the ring at Royal Rumble and he had hurt his leg and knee, she was there... she was always there. She was there for him when he went to the dentist too – God knows how much he hates that place – and most importantly, he missed her. He missed everything about her. He still loved everything about her despite his previous actions and what the reporters say in the papers, which were by the way blatant lies.
He didn't even want to think about it. He was a disgusting person, he was even worse than he was before his popularity! He would never forgive himself but maybe she would, might there be the slightest chance that she would learn to forgive him like she did before... if she forgave him before, surely he could forgive her again... but he had also promise her he'd never do that again.
He stood in front of the mirror in only his denim shorts and looked at himself pathetically. He wondered what they saw in him now, most importantly, what did she see in him now?
He looked over onto his bed and his brand new Versace black tuxedo lay neatly across the bed and a big bouquet of beautiful red roses laying next to it. He sighed in frustration as he cupped his head in his hands, massaging his tense face.
"What do I have to do to win you back? What do you want from me?" he asked, pulling at his face in aggravation. "What do you want from me Torrie?"
A/N: So... What did you think? Sorry it's a little long... I plan to finish this in 7 chapters.... So should I carry on? Please leave a review!
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone although I wish I owned John Cena... giggle
Summary: From zero to hero, John has come a long way from being the loner in the locker room to the most popular guy, he owes it to someone too... but after a series of unforgivable events, John is determined to win back to love of his life. But how?
Spoiler: John Cena and Torrie pairing! I love them so much! Sorry!
Chapter 1: What do you want from me?
When people looked at him, he wondered what they saw in him. Was there more to him that just a rapper or a professional wrestler? Was there anything underneath that ratty cap of his, which he wore back to front all the time? That rusty steel chain, the one worn around his neck, why was it there? Why were all his clothes baggy? Could he not afford proper clothes? Of all the questions he's been asked and all the whispers behind his back he had chosen to ignore, the most painful thing he had heard was... What is she doing with a jerk like him?
They were right... why had she held on to a jerk like him for so long? Surely she deserved someone better, way better than him. She was out of his league, by far. Did she date him only because she pitied him?
He was such a loner in the locker room, a bigheaded guy without a care in the world, playing pranks on people and bothering them just to entertain himself... and those awful raps! What does he talk about half the time anyway? Is it necessary to say 'Yo' after every few words? Or 'dawg'? Are they even real words?
They all treated him like rubbish because he made them treat him like that, he knew he deserved it, he was a bastard and proud of it too. But things changed when he met her, everything was different so suddenly. She was a goddess, the most beautiful diva in all of the WWE. When she walked through the Smackdown locker room, frowns suddenly transformed into smiles, dark turned into light and whatever there was to change... changed, and the biggest change, was in him.
It was so amazing how he was reclusive backstage, he sat by himself in the cafeteria, he traveled alone in his car, he sat alone in the bus or on the plane, he had no friends... but he didn't need them really... After meeting her, well things didn't really click. He didn't like her at all, but come to think of it, he didn't like anyone... except Tupac. She invited him to nightclub and had a few drinks, they chatted the night away – he hadn't spoken openly to someone in such a long time, within days they were best friends, in a week they were already dating and since they did life has been good for him. He had been given a push and went from the person the fans loved to hate to the person the fans loved to bits, backstage he was loved by all his colleagues and especially his boss, Mr McMahon – Smackdown TV ratings when up significantly because of John– and in a way, it was all thanks to her.
It was a shame he took advantage of her, she helped him through everything, she even appeared on a few tracks from his No 1 selling album 'Underground', (Note: 'Underground' hasn't not been released yet... nor does Torrie feature on that album...) she had turned him from zero to hero. There was not one person who didn't know his name! Not one! And how he loved it... Since he was such a well-known celebrity, his fame had gone to his head again. He had locked her out of his life to a point where it was as if he didn't care about her anymore. They used to travel to each house show together, fly together, train together, workout together... they practically did everything together... but not anymore.
But his hectic life dragged him away from his love, at first she was happy for him and she understood but those lonely nights without him were hard for her to bear, then comes the bickering and the arguing. Those few words, 'I love you', were hardly ever said, they began to question whether they were still in love with each other.
Although they were on the verge of breaking up, there was no reason for him to do all that he's done to her. Everything he had done was leaked to the press and she was ashamed and embarrassed by him, but she eventually forgave him, but he made another big mistake, which was much worse and was printed on the front page of every newspaper and magazine across the globe.
Now he didn't know what to do, he needed her to forgive him. He was hopeless without her. Of course he had his army of loyal fans but backstage people went back to their previous judgments on him, before his popularity. His conscience was guilty and he had many sleepless nights for the past few days without her lying by his side.
He missed her soft touch, her luscious, kissable lips and that billion- dollar-smile, her dimples too. What almost brought him to tears were the memories of them walking in the park and kissing late at night, and how when it was cold they snuggled closely on the couch in front of an open fire, sharing a cup of hot chocolate and giving each other Eskimo kisses. He missed that hand he held in times of pain, like that time Big Show tossed him out of the ring at Royal Rumble and he had hurt his leg and knee, she was there... she was always there. She was there for him when he went to the dentist too – God knows how much he hates that place – and most importantly, he missed her. He missed everything about her. He still loved everything about her despite his previous actions and what the reporters say in the papers, which were by the way blatant lies.
He didn't even want to think about it. He was a disgusting person, he was even worse than he was before his popularity! He would never forgive himself but maybe she would, might there be the slightest chance that she would learn to forgive him like she did before... if she forgave him before, surely he could forgive her again... but he had also promise her he'd never do that again.
He stood in front of the mirror in only his denim shorts and looked at himself pathetically. He wondered what they saw in him now, most importantly, what did she see in him now?
He looked over onto his bed and his brand new Versace black tuxedo lay neatly across the bed and a big bouquet of beautiful red roses laying next to it. He sighed in frustration as he cupped his head in his hands, massaging his tense face.
"What do I have to do to win you back? What do you want from me?" he asked, pulling at his face in aggravation. "What do you want from me Torrie?"
A/N: So... What did you think? Sorry it's a little long... I plan to finish this in 7 chapters.... So should I carry on? Please leave a review!