Sweet Grief

Wicked

Disclaimer: I do not own anything that has to do with WWE; nor the Superstars/Divas. I only own Amy and Brooklyn Swatson. Reina Mysteria and Jamie Valentine are owned by themselves.

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Chapter One: Time For Ourselves

White lights shone from the street lights repeatedly down upon the night streets. Cars flew by, passing ours as we drove down through New York City looking for a hotel. Both of us meaning John Cena and I.

My name is Amy Emilia Swatson. I'm twenty five-years-old with long white blonde hair that reaches past my shoulders. My eyes are the color of oak along with my pale skin. I guess you can call me a newbie taking that I've only wrestled in WWE for four years. Compared to most Superstars, I am actually pretty damn new! Ha ha!

I was born in Scottsdale, Arizona. Being a teenager, I was the different one; the rebel. After years of being a devoted WWE fan, I wanted to be a part of it. I wanted to be a Diva that had moves and style like Mic Foley; but attitude and personality of "Sensational" Sherri Martel. I reached that goal when I was finally experienced as a true WWE Diva.

And that's where I met the greatest friends of my life and the love of my life…

John and I began dating at the end of my second year in the WWE; it was his fourth. I always saw him as just another gangster Eminem clone. But after a while, he and I were friends. He had asked me out before, but I rejected him because at that moment I had that feeling that you only see him as just one of your 'guy friends' type thing. Once we really got to know each other though, I really started to notice him. When the right time came, I asked him out and he accepted; and now, we've grown closer than ever.

Tonight was Wrestlemania; and what a long night it was indeed. We were both exhausted like there was no tomorrow. With a show, autographing, packing up and traveling again, it just really got to you. The rest of the night now belonged to us.

"I think I see one…" John said.

"Really?" I looked at the watch about the car radio. It was 12: 55 am. "Do you think they'll let us check-in this time of night?"

"Let's hope." he answered me.

Pulling in, we found a space in the parking lot of the Jefferson Hotel in the back.

John popped the trunk of the rental car. He grabbed the handle of my bag and handed it to me, I took it, and then took out his own.

"Alright that's everything, let's head in." he shut the trunk.

As we walked forward to the hotel, John laced his fingers with mine. It felt warm and comforting. I turned my head and he looked at me too. I smiled softly at him for a moment then looked straight again.

"Some night huh?" he said.

"Yeah it was pretty exciting tonight wasn't it? I love Wrestlemania." I replied. "I still can't believe that I lost with Trish to Lita and Victoria."

I was completely disgusted at my own words. Losing to two of my greatest enemies was just embarrassing.

"Don't worry about it, you'll beat them again." John reassured me.

"I know, but it was Wrestlemania. I got so pumped up in beating them I guess it backfired on me." I said.

"Well that does happen sometimes." John said. "But then again it was only one match."

"You're right about that." I told him. "I can't believe that you won though. You're the champ – two years and runnin'!"

John laughed "I am pretty awesome aren't I?"

"Okay no one said anything about gloating…" I gave him my Don't-You-Even-Look.

"Aww, not even for one night?" John pretended to pout.

"Nope." I smirked.

"You're nice." John said sarcastically.

"But you love me and you know it." I responded smugly.

"Yeah I know…" John mumbled jokingly.

"Who's awesome now?" I laughed.

"Okay, okay. No one said to gloat…." John narrowed his eyes at me.

I just smirked at him.

We entered the doors of the hotel. John checked us both in for a one night stay. We ended up on the fourth floor in the 127th room. The clerk gave us a pass card to unlock the door of our room.

John slid it through the slot and pushed the door open.

The hotel was great, but the bedroom was BETTER. It had a big white bed, glass chandelier; everything was so nice and tidy. There was even a beautiful view out the balcony.

"Now this is what I call class!" John said satisfied. He dropped his bags inside by the door, ran and jumped onto the bed.

"Woo!"

I busted out laughing. I stepped in and tossed my bags along with his. I closed the door and said "Sssh! You don't want us to get kicked out do ya?"
I couldn't help but laugh, he was so stupid sometimes.

"Oops. Sooorry!" he whispered.

This time, I ran up and jumped onto the bed with him. Well… more like on him. He groaned in pain but still laughed.

"You know, you're not light like a little kid." John joked.

I winced at him and smirked. "Are you calling me fat?"

He had the scared look on him now. "Um… I love you?"

"That's what I thought." I gave him a punch to the arm.

He rolled over on top of me. I screamed slightly but giggled. "Hey!"

John snickered and kissed me. I kissed him back just as passionate as he did to me.

He broke it after a second and said. "You know, we should … oh let's say celebrate."

A dirty grin forced itself across his face. I knew what he was thinking.

"Celebrate what pray tell?" I asked, playing along.

"I don't know… me keeping the title, our relationship, being alive." He said. "Come on… what'd you say?"

"What about work tomorrow in Boston?" I mentioned.

"We don't have to be there at least 'till three. I think it'll be okay." John said.

Now the dirty grin was across my face. "Alrighty then. Let's… celebrate."

A/N: Left you at a cliff hanger for now! Please read and review!