A/N: Damns…it's been a long time since I've written a story in here. I had a story going until a dumbass banned my story. So fuck you asshole.
(Flashback 10-25 years ago when Johnis 5 years old)
(Takes place at a daycare)
"Look! Lookie look, John! I got a camera my daddy let me borrow." Shouted a little girl
She saw John sitting, with his nose in the wall.
"He must be in time-out again." Thought the girl.
"Do you always like to go to time-out?"
"No, not really. I just wanna be able to play rough with the other kids without getting into trouble." John replied.
Shyly, "Well, you can always become a wrestler like Andre the Giant and Hulk Hogan."
"That's not a bad idea. When we get older, do you want to come and be with me so you can see me wrestle?" responded John.
The little girl gave John a little peck on the cheek. "Okay John John. I'll go with you."
"Promise me?" John asked.
" I Promise. Let's take a picture! Mrs. Smith can you take a picture of us?"
(Present Day)
Michael Cole goes in the middle of the ring and announces that John Cena is once again the United States Champion. Proud of his victory, he celebrates with the guys backstage. After the show and the party, he goes to the locker room and packs his clothes. Opening his locker, he finds an enveloped wrapped in delicate tissue paper. As his fingers were unraveling the tissue paper, he picked up a folded, little note and a wrinkled paper. He unfolded the note and read it.
"Remember our promise? Well, I'm here to see you. I miss you."
A little confused, he thought a lunatic might've came in the locker room and stuck this in here, but what about the wrinkled paper? He took it out of the envelope. His eyes bulged out in shock. The wrinkled paper was a photograph. It was a photograph of him at 5 years old with the little girl.
A/N: That's all I got right now. I know it isn't the best way to start a story, but give me some time. I would also appreciate if you have any suggestions and I'll consider them.