A/N: i decided to try my hand at a wrestling fan fic. lol yeah. So, this is my first wrestling fic i guess. It may not sound good...but i'll try and make it good. Sigh...any whoo.
disclaimer: I don't own any people from the WWE...or subway, i don't own subway.
Prologue: What is there to see?
Delilah Rose peered over her magazine and glanced at the TV in which her best friend sat firmly in front of. She raised an eyebrow before flipping the page of the magazine and resuming reading. She had to laugh to her self quietly at her friend's unquestionable appetite for one sport she absolutely detested. She shook her head and placed the magazine down on her lap.
"Lisa, I still don't understand why you watch that crap." She spoke once she was certain there was a commercial on.
"It's not crap, Dee. It happens to be the greatest sport of our generation…" Lisa replied curtly turning from the screen of the television. Delilah chuckled and pushed a strand of jet black hair behind her ear.
"I'm sorry, I just realized, sweaty men beating the hell out of each other IS the greatest sport of our generation," She replied sarcastically leaning back on the couch and chuckling once more.
"You know, one of these days you'll be stuck at home with nothing to watch but all my DVD's and you'll become just as obsessed as I am." Lisa added before turning back to the show in progress. Delilah shook her head and pulled her self off the couch to go put her glass of water back in the kitchen.
"Lisa, your eyes are going to go bad if you sit that close to the TV." She yelled back before glancing around the empty kitchen.
"Dee come quickly!" Lisa cried causing Delilah to drop the glass she was holding and run to her friend's aide. She glanced at her then to the TV screen where the WWE Champ John Cena stood in a Subway commercial.
"What…they can't get enough audiences so they resort to food commercials?"
"Dee, let me clarify something. The WWE has plenty of viewers; your just jealous cause a fine man like that is not sleeping next to you every night." Delilah let out a laugh and fell back on the couch.
"What is there to be jealous of? He's not that great, I don't see why every woman who see's him and knows who he is has an orgasm every Monday night."
"But don't you see it? It's muscular glory…" Lisa swooned as the paused the TIVO.
"Let me rephrase what I just said, what is there to see? And since when did John Cena become an "it""
"Dee, my friend, you are going to sit down and watch this commercial over and over again until you admit that John is even the slightest bit attractive." Delilah stared at her friend as if she were going insane.
"I most certainly will not. It's bad enough I have watch every Monday, Tuesday and Friday night."
"I don't make you watch it. You could go do something else…"
"I could say the same for you."
Delilah sighed and leaned back in the chair, staring at the paused reflection of John Cena. Her eye twitched and she could see Lisa staring at her from the corner of her eye with a grin on her face.
"I want Subway," She stated calmly getting up and finding her shoes.
"Lisa…you're a vegetarian…"
"Well…so, they make…non…meaty sandwiches, if not I'll eat the bread."
A/n: So that was my sorry excuse for a prologue, RandR.
Ayla Raspus
