Disclaimer: Only Evie belongs to me. Everyone else is not mine… Unless, you know, you wanna give me Cena or Batista for my Birthday…Which is the 25th of September.
Summary: Morbid… That's what they called her. The Diva's with breasts the size of soccer balls. But she had what they all wanted, so she couldn't blame them.
Pairing: John Cena/ OC Evie
Genre: Romance
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Little Miss Morbid… Their loving nickname they thought she didn't know about. She knew. Evie also knew that the only thoughts in their brains centered on clothes, weight, and men.
Evie was different. Not some bimbo with a bad attitude. She was quiet, with black hair streaked almost pure white, pale skin, and blue eyes you could drown in. He knew, he was still lost in them.
She'd started off as a rookie Diva, someone to tag-team with Lita after all the drama with Trish. She'd debuted when Trish had tried attacking Lita from behind in a match with Victoria. It had been beautiful.
John had met her several weeks later, when their storylines had meshed. He was supposed to save her from Tyson Tomko, that being the extent of the interaction. That had actually been it, for awhile.
It had been pure accident for them to wind up at the same club, both with different dates. She was with Matt Hardy, him with Ashley. Their dates had run off with eachother. They'd talked, and had made another date. That second date, they'd kissed.
He'd introduced her to his momma, hell, his whole family. She'd introduced him to her little brother, and all of her nephews. That had sealed their relationship.
She was closed off on the show, very quiet and subdued. In reality, she talked to him. They talked for hours, jaws becoming tired from endless chatter. She could never get tired of him, and neither he of her.
The other Diva's tried to interfere, to tear him away. But that was just like it was with little kids. He was free until she came along, and now that she had him, they wanted him. But he wanted only Evie. They could make up as many names as they wanted, be they Morbid or Poser Thug. But he knew one thing.
The names on the marriage certificate didn't lie, and neither did the words.
Evelyn Towers and Jonathan Cena
hereby bonded in holy matrimony. The bond is forged of purely love, understanding, and caring.
Till Death do they Part.
They could call her names, call her little Miss Morbid all they liked. But she was his Little Miss Morbid.