Chapter Four: This. Means. WAR.

- John's POV -

It had to be possible that the whole world heard my anger.

"VALERIE!!!"

That little tramp has gone too far this time. As I was checking my email on my phone, I got a text from one of my friends to check the WWE website. So I did.

And guess what I found. Guess what I fucking found. Pictures of MY underwear all over the place. It was from my five-year-old niece for Pete's sake! She isn't going to get away with this.

Not. At. All.

- Valerie's POV -

Oh yeah. I was definitely feelin' pretty victorious. I knew by now John had to find out about what I did. Before he woke up, I left with my brother and Mickie. We were riding in his car to the next arena out of state.

I spotted Randy looking at me. He had a weirded-out type look on his face. "What are you all smiling about?"

"Nothing." I told him. He'd know soon. So might as well let him find out on his own.

"Should I be scared?" Randy asked concerned.

Mickie laughed. I shook my head. "No. Not really. Not this time."

"Good, because usually when you're smiling, it means someone is going to get tragically hurt. And most of the time it's either me... or Candice Michelle."

It's true. Usually when Randy pisses me off, I get my revenge on him. And it ain't too pretty. Same way with Candice. But she's basically always clashing heads with me. We don't like each other all that much.

"Nope, you and Candice are safe this time." I told him.

Someone was indeed tragically hurt. But not physically.

"Hey Mickie, do you get any more of that burgendy hair dye?" I asked.

I was so sick of being a brunette; and for the longest time I wanted to change it. But being so busy in all, I haven't had the time to do so. Four hours before the show, I had enough of it to get it done. The two of us were in the locker room as we talked and worked on our looks.

"Yeah, hold on; lemme get it." Mickie said searching through her bag.

She handed me the bottle and I thanked her.

As soon as I was done, I searched around for a towel to hand dry my hair. Mickie had came back into the room and shrieked.

She scared me like there was no tommorrow. I nearly jumped sky high and turned around. She looked like the world was ending. I attempted to catch my breath from her startling me. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

She bit her bottom lip. "Umm, you might want to look in the mirror."

Oh...kay? Why'd she want me to do that?

When I did, I found out what she was tweakin' out about.

My eyes grew wide with shock. My precious, long hair... was fucking GREEN.

I dropped the bottle of hair dye to the floor as my jaw went with it.

"I am so incredibly sorry Val." Mickie apologized.

I couldn't blame Mickie. It wasn't her fault. But how in the world did my hair turn green?

"It's alright." I told her. "Don't worry, I'll be able to fix it."

"Are you sure you're not mad at me?" Mickie asked.

"Positive." I said. "But where'd you get this stuff? I want to make sure not to get it next time when I know."

"The dye is from WalMart, but I didn't get it." she answered me. "When I told John that you needed some of it, he'd said he buy it. So I gave him the money and he went and got it for me."

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up a second.

"Please tell me you mean John Morrison." I said. I had to keep calm.

Mickie shook her head. "No. Cena."

"Oh." I said simply biting my tounge.

Fuuuuuuck! Okay, don't get angry. It's HIS fault. Remember that girl.

And speaking of the dickbreath now, here Cena comes walking in.

He greeted Mickie with in a friendly way. "Hey Mickie, how's it going?"

"Hey John, thanks for buying our hair stuff for us. Though, it accidently turned Valerie's hair green." the Richmond native replied.

"Ooh, sorry about that Valerie." John apologized. I knew it was fake. Like the rest of him!

I clenched my teeth. "It's okay."

"Well I'm going to have some lunch with Randy. I'll talk to you both later." Mickie informed us.

"See ya." he said with a waved.

I flashed a smile. "Bye."

When we were alone and out of Mickie's hearing range, Cena busted out into laughter. He faced me and said. "Hahahaha, like what I did."

I looked at him with my eyes evil and huge and growled. "CENNNNAA."

"Oops." he said still laughing. "Sorry, I know I shouldn't get the Hulk angry. Bye!"

I then saw him escape out the door still laughing his ass off. Oh, he will get it.