A/N: I need to stop. I keep coming up with ideas for stories and am procrastinating with my other ones. It needs to end…but it won't because I'm awful. And because a certain British wrestler has been on my mind as of late…

It is set during the feud between John Cena and Nexus, just to let you know. Anyway, I hope you read it, review it, and enjoy it. :)

Disclaimer: If it is recognizable, it is not mine. I only own my OCs…

So Mystifying

It was quiet. There was barely anyone backstage beside a few. Raw had just gone off the air and one wrestler, John Cena, was in the locker room, trying to relax with his girlfriend, Kimberly.

"So" she said to him, taking a sip of Diet Coke. "How much longer would you say this stuff with Nexus is going to go on for? Sometimes, it gets a little annoying."

With a shake of his head, John sighed. "I, uh, I have no clue. I think it's kinda old, if you ask me. But Vince, I guess, is all for it." He looked over at her. "But you're getting sick of it, too?"

"Well," Kim began but paused to think it over. "I'm not an expert or anything. I mean, I'm not one of the wrestlers, just a lowly interviewer. So I don't really know. I don't necessarily think it's all bad. It's great for the younger guys. They're getting so much exposure. I just…don't like how you're being used, you know?"

John chuckled at her and pushed a loose strand of her red hair behind her ear. "Yeah, well, you're supposed to think that way, aren't you?" He put a hand on her knee. "If you didn't, I'd be worried about you." Smiling, he leaned close to her, asking with his eyes for permission to close the distance.

After grinning widely at him, Kimberly nodded, allowing John to press his lips to hers. Sweet man, she thought. He should know better.

When John eventually broke away from her, in a soft, gentle voice, he said, "Love you, Kim."

She jokingly winked at him. "I know that." There was a slight pause. "Oh, yeah, and I love you, too."

"Little late of a reply there, don't you think?" he joked. John was always teasing, always smiling. The main reason the fans adored him was because he came off so genuine. And he was. He honestly cared about his fans. He loved and appreciated each and every one of them.

It was his kindness and humor that first drew Kimberly to John all those years earlier. Whenever she was down, she could count on him to get her out of her funk. Often times, she found herself just like all of his adoring fans: in awe of how truly wonderful he was. Occasionally, she felt bad for her single friends, knowing they would have to be really lucky to find a guy as great as John.

Presently, she looked back at John. "Nope. I had to think of my response."

"Ah, that makes so much sense."

They just sat there, staring at each other, holding hands, until one of the building's cleaning guys came in and told them they better get going. "Gonna be closing up pretty soon," he warned.

"All right, all right," John said. "We'll be going in a minute." The man John was talking to just grumbled and left them alone. John turned and looked back at Kim. "I guess we better get going, huh?"

Kimberly pouted. "Yeah, I guess. I just wish we could go home. Don't get me wrong, I love working here. But—"

"You don't have to say anymore, Kim," John said, putting a finger to her lips. "I know. Soon. Soon, we'll take a break and just have some time to ourselves."

"Okay," she said quietly and pressed her face into John's neck for a few seconds before they were told again, not so kindly this time, that they really did have to leave.


"Otunga! Can you just keep your mouth shut for one second," Stu Bennett, Nexus's leading force, shouted at one of his fellow members. He was glaring right at David Otunga, who stood there with an innocent expression.

"What?" David asked. "What did I do?"

A menacing stare was sent in his direction. "I just told you to shut your mouth," he stated, coldness in his tone. "What more needs to be said? I want you to be quiet."

"But I wanna know why I have to be quiet," Otunga decided to persist, testing Stu's patience.

Because the last thing I want to hear about is your bloody girlfriend and child, Stu thought but even he was too much of a gentleman to say something like that out loud. "Because," he began, "I have a major headache and if you're going to be riding with us from town to town, I'd like to keep an ounce of my sanity. Heath's bad enough," he said, pointing toward one of the other members of Nexus, Heath Slater.

"Yeah," Heath started to agree. "Wait…What?"

Stu just shook his head as Paul, known to the masses as Justin Gabriel, tried to explain to Heath that it was just a joke, no reason to get upset and start a Twitter war or anything.

Things had been like this ever since the men of Nexus started traveling together. They bickered constantly but usually only in a teasing, brotherly way. At least, they kept it teasing on the outside. They kept their thoughts just that, thoughts.

Heath was looking at Wade. "Why do you think I'm annoying?" he wondered.

Stu's eyes narrowed at him. "You just are. Naw mean?" he said in a mocking, sarcastic tone.

"Oh," Heath replied as if he was finally getting it. "I know exactly what this is about."

"Heath," Paul started in a warning tone. "Just don't."

"No, no," Stu said, looking right at Heath, his issues with Otunga forgotten. "I want to know where you're going with this. Do tell."

Grinning wildly, Heath wasted no time in responding. "You're just jealous," he said, "because I come up with cool catchphrases and you can't."

Stu just stared at him for a moment and finally smiled himself. "Heath, just shut up."

And just like that, all tension was lifted. That's what Heath was always good for. Whenever there was a somewhat heated environment, he was always quick to get rid of it.

So they resumed what they had been doing: packing their stuff into their rental car, getting ready to leave for the next city. They hated the traveling. No matter how much they loved what they did, they couldn't stand the hours. They would be up all hours of the night, driving from town to town, never really getting the chance to sleep in the comfort of their own bed. It bothered all of them, even the veterans, but they knew that this if this was the worst part of WWE, then they would gladly take it, for in the long run, it would all be worth it.

To no one's surprise, Heath was his annoying self in the car. "So out of all of us, who has the most Twitter followers? 'Cause I bet I do."

"Why wouldn't I?" asked Otunga.

"Oh, please, David," Heath said, waving his hand at him. "No one likes you."

"Crazy," David muttered.

"No, it's true," Heath told him. "Ask any of the fans. They don't like you."

"What? I don't think anyone likes Stu either." David was outraged.

"Women do," stated Heath. "Women really love him."

Stu had been watching as this altercation happened with a slight smile, but when his name got involved, he wasn't silent any longer. "Hold on a sec," he said. "Do not try and bring me in to this. This is between you two."

"Aw, how cute," Heath teased. "Doesn't little Stu like to hear that? Well, you're gonna have to deal with it, buddy. You've become a sex symbol."

"Shut up," Stu said in that threatening voice he used so often on television.

"Fine," grumbled Heath. "Paul's in here too, you know?"

Paul's eyes widened. "Oh, no…"

"How's it feel," Heath said, "to be the adorable one?"

Well, um, yeah, that was that…Did you like it? Please, tell me what you think of it in a review. It's kind of short but I thought it was a good start personally. I mean, it could've gone worse. Especially since I'm not a Cena fan. It could've been really easy for me to say mean things about him. But I didn't…

Oh, and if you haven't already, check out the one-shot that inspired this, "If I Fell."