Disclaimer: I don not own the WWE nor these characters in the story. This is pure fiction and simply for entertainment.

Cena didn't know what to do. He had mixed emotions. Surprise, anger, sadness, fury all mixed up together. He wanted to break down. Torrie on the other hand approached Cena and before she could explain everything, Cena shushed her up and began to talk.

"I thought we would be honest with each other. How could you do this to me Torrie? You don't know how much pain I feel right now." He said with grief and shook his head looking disappointed.

"John, it's all just a—."

"Don't try to explain, Tor. What I saw was clearly enough."

Cena walked out of the shop with upset eyes. Just around the block was a bar. He looked really depressed after seeing his true love having another relationship with some punk-jerk who looked like a mailman. He decided to drink in the bar to ease his misery. Before he could take a seat, a lovely young lady approached Cena. She wore a black tube top, a black mini and knee-high boots. She was blonde, with green sparkling eyes that reminded her of Torrie.