It had been three years since the murder of John Cena's wife Sherri. He still blamed himself for her death. He hadn't dated since she died. He still wore his wedding just kept himself as busy as possible. He was on the set of a movie set. One of his friends was the still photographer. They'd met a year ago. He spotted her and went up to her. She was a beautiful thirty-two year old, short, with fair skin, long blonde curly hair and light blue eyes. She had a tattoo of a rose on her left wrist. Her name was Alexandria Perry.
"Hi Alexandria." John said.
"Hi John." "How are you?"
"Good." "You?"
"I'm good."
"It's nice to see you."
"Nice to see you to."
A few hours later they were all eating lunch on set. Alexandria was sitting at a table.
"Can I sit here?" John asked coming up to the table.
"Sure."
He sat down. "How's your sister?"
"She's good." "She's engaged."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"To Sean?"
"Yeah."
"That's great."
"She's been picking on me because she's the baby sister and she's getting married first." "Since she is, our parents have backed off me."
"Well that's good."
"Yeah but as soon as she gets married, they'll be back on me." "When are you getting married?" "When are you having kids?" "Which I've told them a million times already, I'm not having kids." "As far as marriage goes, that seems like a pipedream at this point."
"I'm sure you'll find someone."
"Yeah I can start dating one of my cameras." She said sarcastically. "They're the things I spent the most time with." He laughed.
Later that night Alexandria was in her hotel room. The Skype ring on her phone went off. She pressed the button to connect. Her sister Ann popped up on the screen.
"Hi." Ann said.
"Hi."
"What's up?"
"Not much." "What's up with you?"
"Well we need to pick your bridesmaids dress."
"As soon as I'm available again I'll be there and we can pick it out." "I promise."
"Ok." "Any prospective dates for my wedding?"
"Just me and my camera."
"Of course." She said not surprised at all.
"Hey I'm taking pictures at your wedding, free of charge, even though I'm not a wedding photographer." "So shut up."
"What about that hot wrestler guy?" "John right?" "Aren't you guys working together right now?"
"Yes, his name is John." "No, that's not happening."
"Why?" "Don't you think he's hot?"
"I do find him attractive." "Even if I wanted to pursue him, there's no way in hell I'm going to."
"Why?"
"He's emotionally unavailable."
"What do you mean?"
"Do you know what happened to his wife?"
"He has a wife?"
"She was murdered, I think three years ago."
"Oh my god, do you know what happened?" She said shocked.
"From what I remember reading she was stabbed to death by an obsessed fan, who killed himself after he killed her."
"Oh my god."
"Yeah." "Even though it's been three years, I don't think John will ever move on." "He still wears his wedding ring." "I think he blames himself." "The few times he's brought her up to me, the pain in his voice Ann, it's terrible."
"What was her name?"
"Sherri, Carter before she married John."
"Sherri Carter?" "I know her." "She was on that show where she was a prostitution madam." ""I didn't know she died."
John ran into Sherri's hotel room and saw her dead on the floor from stab wounds.
"Baby." He said kneeling down beside her. "No." "Sherri, no."
John woke up in a cold sweat. He was breathing heavily. He hated when he had those nightmares.