Title: Just another girl
Author: Sweet Steffie
Rating: PG 13
Pairing: John Cena/ Stacy
Disclaimer: You know it, I own nada.
John walked up the corridor, heading for Stephanie's office. Chris Benoit had told him that she wasn't in a good mood, so he braced himself. A look of nervousness surged through John's body. He knew all too well what Stephanie was like when she got mad. And to make matters worse, she had him called to talk business.
"Get ready for a bitch slap," he mumbled to himself. He continued to slowly walk to Stephanie's office. He fumbled with the tip of his hat, looking down at the floor. "God, I hope she doesn't kick me with her heel," John wished to himself. Just as John turned the corner, he bumped very hard into someone. "Shit!" John howled as his tailbone hit the concrete floor. John heard the person he bumped into groan in pain. John got up and looked down to see that the person he bumped into that was now on the floor was none other than Stacy Keibler.
She slowly got up, holding her lower back. "Um, I'm sorry Tracey," John apologized, helping her up. Stacy slightly smiled and stood straight. "That's ok, and its Stacy," she corrected, pulling her skirt down. "Oh, I'm sorry Stacy," he repeated, feeling kind of stupid that he got her name wrong. Stacy smiled and nodded her head. "Well, I'll see you around, John right?" she said. John nodded his head. "Bye," she said and walked away.
John watched her as she slowly disappeared behind a curtain. A small smile appeared on his face. "Stacy," he said. He stood there for a moment, thinking about the long legged blond. When he finally snapped out of his daze, he took in a deep breath and headed for his doom, Stephanie's office.
John sat alone in the men's dressing room, his head covered in blood and sweat. He winced in pain as she ice pack he was holding to his eye stung him. "Damn that freak Lesnar and septic boy Big Show," John cursed. He got up and paced around quickly, trying to stay calm, but it wasn't working. Stephanie had him ordered in a handicap match against those two. Apparently, she didn't like the language he used in the ring and she thought he needed to be punished. And yes, he received both a bitch slap, and a kick with her boot instead of her heel.
John punched the wall in frustration, causing more pain to surge through his body. He dropped himself on the bench, clenching his fist. He was in so much pain that he didn't even hear anybody come in. "John, are you ok?" a voice asked. John merely nodded his head. His eyes were shut tight and he didn't even care to look up at who it was. A hand being placed gently in his bare shoulder followed the question. John shuddered at the warm feeling. He opened his eyes to see that it was once again Stacy Keibler that was standing in front of him.
He looked at her deep blue eyes, and welcoming yet worried smile. "Yeah, I'm fine Stacy," John said. Stacy however wasn't convinced, her facial expression maid that clear. "Oh really?" she asked. She touched the cut above his eye and he winced between gritted teeth. Stacy sighed and squatted down between his legs. She touched his cheek lightly and pulled his face up to look at him. His soft eyes met hers and he couldn't help but sigh at the sight of her. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful and so gentle.
"Even big macho men need to show their pain," she whispered. She then got up and left. John let out a deep sigh. "Wow," he thought to himself. But a small frown still appeared on his face, disappointed that she had left. He got up to take a shower, but halted when he heard the door open. He turned around and there she was again, holding a first aid kit. "Sit down pretty boy, I need to check you first," she said, walking towards the bench. John did as he was told and patiently sat on the bench as Stacy rummaged through the first aid kit.
"I'm sorry about your match, you put up a good fight," Stacy comforted as she gently cleansed the blood off of his face. "Yeah," John replied, trying not to howl in pain at the stinging that the anti septic caused. Stacy gave him a weak smile. "I really didn't think it was fair," she added. "Yeah," John plainly said. Stacy slightly giggled at the facial expression that he put up. He looked like a dried up prune at the touch of the anti septic. "Boy, Stephanie can be a real bitch sometimes," Stacy said after a long silence. "Yeah," John said.
At the sound of that Stacy got up and placed her hands on her hips. "Are you going to say anything other then 'yeah' in this conversation?" she asked. John smirked. "Yeah," he said. Stacy slightly laughed, then turned to clean up the first aid kit. John watched her nervously for a second, not really knowing what to say. "Thanks again Stacy," he said when she picked up the kit. Stacy turned around and smiled at him. "No problem," she sweetly replied and headed for the door.
John quickly started to think. "Come on you idiot, just ask her out," his ego kept telling him. John took a deep breath and grabbed Stacy by her hand. Stacy watched him, confused by this action. "I. Umm, I, huh," he began. He shoved his hand in his pocket and looked at the floor. "Yes?" Stacy asked. She lifted his chin to look in his eyes. John saw that shimmer in her eyes, and decided to go for it. "I was wondering if," John began, but was cut off when Scott Steiner entered the dressing room.
"Hey babe, ready to go?" Scott asked, looking at his girlfriend. Stacy looked over her shoulder and smiled widely at the sight of her boyfriend. "Yes honey, I'll be there in a minute," she said and turned her gaze back to John. John looked shocked. He hadn't even thought about the possibility that Stacy was already taken. "You were saying?" Stacy asked. John snapped out of his daze and weakly smiled.
"Yeah, I was wondering if you had a match next Sunday at No Way Out," he asked. "Oh you duffus, what a cover up!" his ego told him again. Stacy smiled and nodded her head. "I have an inter gender tag team match with Scott," she smiled. She turned around and headed for the door. "I'll see you around," she said and disappeared behind the door. John stood there for a moment, not really knowing what to think. After a little while he sighed and went to take a shower.
Disappointment and embarrassment washed over his body, along with the steaming hot water. For some strange reason, he couldn't stop thinking about Stacy. He quickly changed and packed his bag. "She is just another girl," he mumbled to himself. He walked out of the door and headed for his car. He shook his head when he heard that Stacy hadn't left yet. In fact, she was in her dressing room getting it on with Scott. The moaning and groaning was too much for him to bear.
He quickly got in his car and drove as fast as he could to the hotel. "She's just another girl," he mumbled again when he reached his room. He walked in and quickly jumped in the bed. But her couldn't sleep. Stacy was still lingering on his mind. "Just another girl," he mumbled before he finally drifted off to dreamland. But little did John know, that Stacy was not just another girl.