I just met the man. I thought that things were all right. I guess I was wrong. I guess I should never trust people.

It all started three days ago. I had just met John at a motel. I was a writer getting ready to promote my first book. He was a wrestler getting ready for a super show in town that night. We met, talked in the elevator and then split up. When I came back about four hours later, the police were there and my best friend was on the ground in cold blood. John was there and in shock with a few of his friends who were also around the tape.

"What is going on?"

A cop walked over as soon as they heard my plea with a guard.

"Your friend here died of an apparent gun shot wound."

Lizzie…..gone from this world too soon. An avid songwriter and poet, she came with me wanting to see what a book signing was like. I left her at the motel the morning of the signing and she said she would meet me an hour after it started. She always wanted to be known the world over as a famous songwriter for a band. Now I see her dead on the floor. I also turn to see John in cuffs. Thoughts fast race through my mind. Why did he do this, what was he arrested for? I ran outside faster than any of the patrons there, looking at John who in turn looked at me. I would have my chance to speak. I wanted to see him at the station. I jetted for my SUV and took off like a bat out of hell.

AN: These are excerpts from a story that i originally intended to put up a long time ago, but thought the story was crap. I scraped it for a while, but decided to make this sort of a "tell all" in the eyes of Anne, Lizzie and John Cena. Anne and Lizzie are mine. JOhn...well...I wish he was mine, but he is the property of WWE.