A/N - Hey guys, this is a new fanfic I just started. I know it's been a while since I wrote something, but I hope you guys like it. I'm obviously adding John Cena into the story since, well, he's my favorite, and I hope you guys don't mind. So read and enjoy, and don't forget to leave a review for me. Thanks!

Disclaimer- All names associated with the WWE are owned by Vince McMahon.

Chapter 1

It was the last couple of minutes of WWE Raw, and Randy Orton and one of the newest divas on Raw, Rose Thorne, were having a match against Chris Jericho and Mickie James. Orton had just blindsided Jericho with a steel chair to the head, abruptly ending the match. Lillian Garcia's voice rose above all the booing fans in the American Airlines Arena, "Your winners by disqualification, Chris Jericho and Mickie James!" As Jericho and Mickie lay in the ring seemingly unconscious, Orton and Raw's newly-acquired stunningly brunette diva, Rose, embraced in a long, passionate kiss in the middle of the ring. When they finally pulled apart, they looked down at the carnage they amassed, and devilish grins formed on their faces. Their hands locked as they left the ring, strutting up the ramp, proud of what they had just accomplished.

Once backstage in Randy Orton's locker room, Rose sat herself down on the brown leather sofa. Randy looked down at the drop-dead gorgeous brunette, her piercing jade green eyes staring back at him. Her full lips were drawn back into a mischievous smirk, as her long, wavy auburn hair enhanced her green eyes even more.

He smiled at her, crossing his arms playfully. "So why are you looking at me like that, Miss Rose?" He knew why, but he was just playing dumb, as he always did. But she loved every second of it, because he was just so amazing. She had never loved anyone else as much as him.

In a sultry voice, she replied, "Because I love being so bad." After saying that, she beckoned him closer with her finger.

He understood the hint and walked across the room to the sofa, sitting right beside Rose. Still smiling, he placed his hand on her thigh. "How much do you love being bad, hmm?"

Looking down at his hand on her thigh, Rose looked back up at him, biting her lip seductively. "Would you like me to show you?" He nodded without hesitation. "Then you better shut that door and lock it."

He stood up as quickly as he could, closing the door and turning the lock. He turned around slowly. "So how are you going to show me?"

She stood up slowly and strutted slowly towards him, taking his hands and wrapping them around her waist. Looking into his aqua blue eyes, she wrapped her arms around his neck and grinned. "Like this," and pulled his face closer to hers, their lips just shy of meeting. She could feel the warmth and the quickness of his breathing as their lips were so close, yet so far away. Knowing that they couldn't wait any longer, she pulled him as close as she could, their lips finally touching. They began to kiss each other softly, his kisses so tender. As their embrace continued, the kiss became even more passionate. He slid his tongue slowly into her mouth, gently brushing against her tongue. As soon as she felt this, hers returned the favor, causing the passion between them to heighten. Randy couldn't help himself any longer, and had to feel the softness of her skin. He slid his hands up the back of her shirt and ran them up and down her back tenderly. Rose felt this and moved her hands to his chest and snuck her hands up his shirt and began to gently caress him.

Just as the passion between them began to heighten even further, there was a sharp knock at the door. They immediately pulled away from each other, both of them cursing this unwelcome interruption under their breath.

A voice spoke out from behind the door. "Mr. Orton?"

His impatience was too much for him to hold back, causing him to become very sarcastic in his response. "No, I'm the Easter Bunny." This remark caused Rose to giggle softly, somewhat lightening up her mood.

"May I come in sir? I have a few questions for you."

He walked over to the door, unlocking it. "Sure, whatever. Come on in," he said hurriedly, trying to get this over with so he could have more intimate time with Rose.

The door opened, and a middle-aged man walked through the door wearing a charcoal gray seersucker suit and carrying a briefcase. "Hello Mr. Orton, my name is Anthony Vega." He noticed Rose standing beside Randy. "And your name is?"

She smiled and stuck out her hand. "Rose Thorne."

He took her hand gently and brought it closer to him, kissing the back of her hand gently. "It's very nice to meet you." After a few seconds he let go, and looked back at Randy. "I'm with the IRS, and we need to discuss a few things."

Randy suddenly became very nervous, his stomach tightening up. "Like what?"

Vega opened his briefcase and pulled out a small stack of papers. "Before we continue, I need to discuss this with you alone." He looked over at Rose. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but this is a private matter."

Rose nodded. "I understand." She glanced over at Randy, taking his hand. "I'll be right outside, okay?" He nodded and kissed her hand softly, letting it go as she began to walk away. She turned the knob and opened the door, walking out to the hallway. The door shut behind her, as she began to walk a few steps away.

As she was walking, Mickie snuck up behind her and grabbed her arm and spun her around. "What the hell was all that about, Thorne?"

Rose pried Mickie's hand off her arm and pushed her back. "I don't have to tell you a damn thing, James." She briefly fixed her hair and a smug look came on her face. "But, if you must know, it was nothing personal. I'm just trying to show everyone that I should, and eventually will be, the Women's Champion." She aggressively shoved Mickie back. "So back off."

Mickie walked as close to her as she could, until they were face to face with each other. "Well you just made it personal, bitch," she replied, shoving Rose right back. Rose rushed back towards her, but Mickie was ready. She ducked Rose's punch and speared her right into the wall. As she stood back up, a wicked look came upon her face. "That's what you get. Next time you try me, you better be ready for a fight." With that said, she walked away from Rose's unstirring body.

A few moments later, John Cena was walking down the hall, when he noticed Rose lying on the floor, seemingly unconscious. He raced over to her and knelt next to her, gently moving her so she could rest in his arms. He gently brushed her hair back and stared at the damage done to her in disbelief. "Oh my God. Rose." He gingerly placed one arm underneath her arms and the other under her knees and slowly picked her up. He frantically walked back over to Randy's locker room and knocked on the door. "Randy, it's John, and you better hurry up!" he exclaimed in a distressed tone.

Randy rushed to the door and opened it as fast as he could, staring in shock at Rose's limp body. He glared at John, and yelled. "What the hell did you do to her, Cena?!"

"Nothing, I swear, dude! I found her like this lying on the floor just a few feet from your door." Randy let him in and he gently laid her on the sofa.

"Well, did you see anyone walking away from her, or in the area?"

"No, I-" he paused for a quick second. "Come to think of it, I did see Mickie step into the women's locker room right as I turned the corner."

Randy looked down at Rose's body, the only movement coming from her was her chest moving from her slow and steady breathing. He knew that Mickie had to have done this, and that she was going to have to answer to what she had done.