Disclaimer: I own only Kimberly and Stephan
Chapter 7: Smackdown!
John and Kimberly were finally going to be in the same town at the same time and John was excited for her to see the show live. It was the taping before Wrestlemania so there was a lot of energy and excitement. John and Kimberly arrived at the arena in a limo which was customary for the high-end wrestlers. He had gotten her ring side seats and Stephan would be meeting her there. They put their things in John's locker room and went to the meeting hall to get a bite to eat and for the briefing of the evening's festivities. Kimberly had already met Billy Kidman and Torrie Wilson and struck an instant friendship with Torrie. John introduced Kimberly to everyone and they were all excited to finally meet the girl who won his heart. They all gushed to John how beautiful she was; tiny, but stunning. She was surprised it was more like a family with a little business thrown in. She expected everyone to just be like coworkers at some office. She was thrilled to meet the Undertaker and his wife, Sara, who was due to give birth at any minute. They spent the next few hours talking with Taker, Sara, Billy and Torrie. When it was time for the evening to begin everyone went to the locker rooms to change for the matches and interviews. Kimberly continued talking with Sara and was surprised when John told her his match was next. A security member escorted her to her seat where she found Stephan wearing a Chain Gang throwback jersey. She laughed and decided to top that. She removed her shirt to reveal a tank that read 'Mrs. Cena'.
"A little wishful thinking, my dear?" Stephan said as he read her shirt.
"Are you talking to me or yourself?" Kimberly retorted with a smirk, "You know these tees are the fashion trend right now." John's match was beginning and the crowd got quiet while they waited for his music to hit. The audience erupted instantly when John's theme song blared into the arena. She couldn't believe the overwhelming feeling that takes over when you hear a response like this. To her he's just John, the man she loves. To 15,000 people he's a sports hero, a giant in this business, a role model for children who aspire to make it in a tough world. John's match began as usual; he gains control within 30 seconds and then removes his t-shirt. The women in the audience scream. He usually throws the t-shirt into the crowd, but tonight he threw it to the woman who owned his mind, body and soul. He turned to throw it to her and was momentarily caught off guard as he read her shirt. He winked and smiled then threw her the shirt. It was as if she read his mind. Kimberly found it hard to watch John in this manner. She knew it was sports entertainment, but she also knew the moves were very real and if done improperly or a split second off in the timing, it could go seriously wrong. She couldn't even enjoy it. After the match the same security member came to get her to bring her back to John. She saw Sara who stopped her. "Kimmie, what's wrong?"
"Can I be honest with you?" Tears began to form in her eyes and Sara pulled her into an empty locker room. "That was actually scary to watch. It's so exciting to see it up close and feel the crowd's energy, but all I could think of was John getting hurt."
"I was the exact same way when I first staring watching Mark's matches live. It's different in your living room, but seeing it right there in your face is a little scary. You panic! You just want to run in there and save him. I'm still scared but I went to a few warm-ups and training sessions to see how it's put together and it really helped." A knock interrupted the conversation. Sara opened the door.
"Hey Sara have you seen my girl? She didn't come back yet." John exclaimed in a panicky voice. Sara let John in and gave Kimberly a hug.
"Tell him how you feel and call me." Sara hugged her again and left them alone.
"Baby girl, what happened?" John thought something had happened to her as she began to cry. He began checking her for marks, bruises, scratches any evidence that someone had hurt her.
"I'm sorry. That was just a little overwhelming to see up close." He completely understood as he had seen the same thing happen to other wives and girlfriends who watched for the first time. He held her close and wiped her tears, relieved no harm had befallen her.
"Nice tank by the way. Do you sell those in your stores?" They both smiled.
"Certainly not, it's one of a kind custom made. We sell others but I won't sell this one." John laughed at her protectiveness. He wrapped an arm around her and they went back to his locker room to gather their things. John showered and changed and they left to meet Mark and Sara and Billy and Torrie for dinner.
When they arrived at the restaurant, the Manager recognized Kimberly and had them seated at once. The group looked at each other and then at John. "I'll explain later."
