A/N: Hey Hoe Hello. Still haven't turned into a McMahon, but hey, I'm working on it.

Rylee Phoenix climbed out of the hotel shower to face her reflection. Things were going good, her hair was finally a colour she liked, well colours, black with red highlights. Her skin was nicely tanned and she had just signed her soul to the devil, Vince McMahon. Her blue-green eyes shut as she yawned.

"Damn jet lag." She wrapped herself in a towel and walked out to the main room. She began to use her towel to dry her hair while she looked for her favourite pyjamas. "Musta left them in there."

John Cena dragged himself along the hotel corridor, he'd be damned in her passed out now. After the party last night leaving him with the biggest hangover, the nine hour plan ride from Florida to England, he was exhausted. He reached his door and pulled out his key card, the boss had told him that since his best friend, Randy Orton was rooming with his soon to be wife Stacey Keibler, he would have a brand knew roomie. Vince had said more things about the new guy but John had been distracted by the punk in the corner, fiddling with her lip ring. John opened the door and through himself onto the double bed, not seeing the open suitcase on the fall.

Rylee picked up her chain gang jersey and hot pants that she wore for bed, checked her lip ring in the mirror and headed back into the main room.

John was just floating off into a peaceful sleep, he could feel himself drifting into a dream. Thoughts of the punk from the meeting floated into his mind. The way she had just observed from the corner and actually listening to Vince and Stephanie blab on about newbie's and story lines. She was standing in front of him and that's when he heard of scream.

John sat bolt upright and saw a flash of black and red hair and a naked body ran back into the bathroom. A few minutes later, the punk from his dreams walked back into the room. Now he had to be dreaming. She had his chain gang jerseys on and her hair was pulled back into a messy bun. Red and black bangs hung around her face.

"Okay then, why the hell are you on my bed?" Rylee asked John through gritted teeth.

"Well, nice to meet you to." John smiled cheekily, only making Rylee roll her eyes. "Why are you running around MY room butt-naked? Which by the way is a very nice one." Rylee felt her cheeks burning up.

"Look Cena, this is my room. I don't know how you got in here, but I want you to leave. Now." Rylee sighed as John shock his head, no, on reply.

"You must be ma roomie, Vince mentioned at the meeting." John smiled getting off the bed and picking up his bag. "I'm going take a shower now." He smiled to himself as he locked the bathroom door behind him, leaving Rylee rolling her eyes in the main room.

Rylee lay down on the bed, taking her contacts out and closing her eyes. She couldn't believe her luck in the past few months. First she left home and travelled all the way to Connecticut to see her adoptive family, then had got herself a job as the brand new diva on Raw, and now the first night she had been travelling with the WWE, she found herself sharing a room with John Cena.

Some time later the worn out Champ walked out of the bathroom in his boxers, he flicked on the lights causing Rylee to hiss.

"What the hell are you doing? I am trying to sleep." She scowled.

"Well I'm sorry but I would like to get a background check on the person that's going to be in the same room as me for most of my time." John chuckled, folding his clothes over the back of the chair.

"In the morning, please, I'll tell you everything then." Rylee rolled over into the middle of the bed.

"Well move along then, the champ needs his beauty sleep." John stood above the bed.

"I'll flip you for it." Rylee mumbled.

"What?"

"I said, I'll flip you for the bed. Heads or tails, loser takes the tub." She said pulling herself up and leaning over the bed to her combats pocket to pull out a pound coin. "You call it." She yawned flipping the coin up into the air as John shouted.

"Heads."

"Ha! Tails, have fun in the tub."

"Damn women." Cena huffed off into the bathroom slamming the door behind him.

" Sweet dreams John." Rylee laughed from her nice, comfy bed.