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Chapter 4: Get-To-Know

"You're an egoistic piece of crap, Orton."

John stirred from his deep sleep upon hearing noises from afar. When the noise continues, he decided to sat up straight and completely regain his consciousness. He looked at the bed opposite his. She wasn't there anymore, the bed is fixed.

"It's nice to talk to you Heather, thanks." Randy sounded sarcastic as John neared to the living room.

He then saw Ana and Randy in the coffee table. The two both looked up at a puzzled John, probably confused of what they were doing and moreover, of the fact that his computer is being used by the woman.

"Morning. I uhm… happen to get bored so I took your laptop. Is that alright?"

John hesitantly nodded but one thing is still not clear. "The thing is locked isn't it? How'd you managed to open it?"

"Oh. Well uhm… I hacked it?" she truthfully answered, scratching the back of her ear. "I just so happened to guess your password, the hint helped."

Being amazed is an understatement. Did she even know that 'thuganomics' exist as a word? She doesn't look like one who will know such thing. He's even sure that the hint isn't much of a help contrary to what she just said because the hint was merely just the initial letters starting to letter T and ending with S.

Oh, she's surely one of a kind!

"What are you doing here, Orton?" he turned his head to his friend.

"I knocked on to you earlier, thought you'd want to come with me to the gym and do a bit of cardios. She opened the door. So I figured I'll just wait for you to wake up while I give Ana here a little briefing about the WWE."

"A briefing?" he asked, still puzzled.

"Yap." Randal then pointed to the laptop which a video of his match against The Viper back in 2007 at Summerslam is playing. "I didn't know this girl has been imprisoned in a cave for a long time so she doesn't know who exactly we are."

"Shut up, Orton." Ana sneered at the man in front of her which is to Randy's own amusement.

"Again? Wow, you're so sweet."

She frowned at him and then turned to John. "I don't know a lot about WWE. Some of the people that I know in there came from where I did started like Chris, Cody, Mizanin, Mysterio and the girls. I know Eve back in her dancing career, she's at LA Clippers Spirit Dance team before wherein I'm the choreographer for 2006 to 2007 season. While I met April at WSU. Kelly is already my best friend back at college, we studied broadcast journalism together, I was her seatmate. While Shawn, Mark, Glen and some more other people were only introduced to me by my brother."

"But how come Hunter didn't introduced us?" Randy wondered out loud as the realization hit him that no one of them had known about Ana not until now.

"Don't know," she shrugged her shoulders as she went back watching the match. "Maybe Hunter didn't want me to kick your smug ass."

Randy rolled his eyes at the answer while John silently laughed. "And Cena? I don't think Cena is a smug."

Ana shrugged, wondering who's Cena is Randy talking about. Maybe it was the man that offered his room to her. And by that in mind, she turned her head to ask him his name but he's already on his way back to the room. She click a button to pause the video and then stood up following John inside the room.

John's shirt is already half way off of him when she came in. He instantly let the grip go and the shirt fell back to cover his body again. Ana didn't seem to mind but John did. He forgot to lock the door. "Hey, need somethin'?"

"Oh uhm… well I forgot. I didn't get your name I'm sorry."

John let loose of a smile and placed a hand in front of her. "It's John, John Cena."

"Oh." She returned the smile and shook his hand. "Bet ya' know my name but in case, Ana Heather Levesque. Well… you can take out the Levesque if you wanna."

John paused. It wasn't hallucination. He felt it. Those five million bolts of electricity tingling under her touch. Something he hasn't felt yet for the life of him. Something new, something good—or he hoped it was.

Ana saw how he stared at him for about five minutes. He's still holding her hand and she already started wondering when he's gonna let go of it. "John? My hand? Hello, are you there? Want me to slap ya'?"

He immediately freed her hand from his hold, seemingly acting like he was caught on doing something illegal. "I'm sorry. Well uhm, I gotta go hit on the shower."

"Yep, have a nice one. And… by the way, Cena. I like the 'You Can't See Me' thingy." She chuckled and gave him a quick wink before she went out.

.xxxx

"I don't think this is a good idea."

Ana stood at the longue together with Randy and John, watching the guys (and girls for that matter) from Raw having fun while talking and eating. She had already spotted Kelly but she's occupied with some of the guys talking to her. AJ is talking to Mizanin and Ana wondered why. Eve on the other hand, is nowhere to be found.

Randy dragged her to the hotel's restaurant rented by the company for a lunch get together. She didn't want to go since Hunter didn't even told her to. But she was dragged, she didn't have any choice.

"I do think this is a good idea." John begged to disagree. "This is such a nice oppurtunity to know the guys. You should give it a tug, Ans. They're nice, I guarantee that to you."

She shook her head slowly. "The guys prob'ly are. But the girls are not. I'm sure of that. And I don't want anything to do with fighting, I don't want Hunter scolding at me anymore. I've already had enough, I'm getting out of here."

She turned on her back and was about to head out of the door when someone yelled John's name. It caught her attention and she turned back at the exact moment that Randy caught her hand and tugged it so she was back to the place where she was standing earlier.

"Oh you've got company, I see." The man with a piercing on his lower lip walked up to them smiling and eyeing her up and down.

"Yah, she's Ana Heather." Randy said without any hesitation to introduce her to the tattooed guy who eventually squinted his eyes at the mention of a familiar name.

John felt a little annoyed. Randal has Samantha, he's sure that there's no way he's gonna touch Ana. But Phil… well CM Punk is CM Punk. He has this certain skill of putting a person in comfort after only knowing them for a couple of hours or days. Whatever is it that he's annoyed about, he's sure it's Phil's doing.

"Ana Heather? The youngest Levesque?"

"Yap." Ana with a small smile nodded.

Phil's jaw dropped. "Holy crap, my sister is a fan of yours! I mean like the walls in her room is almost filled of your posters and she's got loads of your songs in her pod! I'm sorry, I got so worked up but heck, I really didn't realized you're more gorgeous and adorable in person than in posters!"

The black-haired lady stood in confusion as she watches the guy blab about anything she's involved with. She really didn't care about her fame or what she does or how many fans she has. Therefore, she really doesn't appreciate being praised too much or hearing wonderful words about her. She's not that great, there's more to her than what they sees in a snap of a finger.

"And by the way, since this two gentlemen doesn't have enough decency to introduce me to you, allow me to do that myself." John and Randy rolled their eyes at Phil, they are aware he's bitching—something he often does. "I'm Philip Brooks, you can call me Phil. I wrestle under the name of CM Punk."

She shook the hand offered and smiled at him genuinely. "I'm Ana, as you may know by now. Well uhm… I'm now a part of this roster so… that would perhaps explain why I'm here."

"Yes, I've heard. Welcome to Raw then."

"Thanks."

The hand-shake broke off when a girl in tight shorts and plaid shirt walked towards Phil and asked him for a group picture. He hesitated for awhile, the girl which Ana recognizes as Layla El, one of the trio with Kelly and Brook Adams that formed the segment Extreme Exposé on ECW, was actually and evidently scowling at her.

John noticed the stare and he nudged Randy, wanting to get some help out regarding Phil and Layla's interruption with their mini 'get-to-know' talk.

"Oh group pictures are fun! Let's go, Phil. You're champ, you don't wanna miss out." Randy then pushed the two playfully away from John and Ana.

"He's champ?" Ana inquired, watching the trio get to the table and poses with a bunch of groups waiting for them in there.

"Yes, for now."

It was when finally she turned her head to see John who was actually staring at her already. "For now? You're gonna get that?"

"I'm in a title hunt as of now. I need a serious swag, Ana."

"Oooh." She cooed, not bothering to hide her amusement and the smile that came with it. "I'm hopin' not to miss that one."

"Don't worry, you won't." John beamed a smile at her. "Let's get to that chair so we can eat. I'll get you food, what do you prefer?"

"Err… you can choose for me, I ain't picky."

John happily obliged. When the guy got back to the seat they both occupied, he already bought two hotdog sandwiches, both with a mustard dressing. Just then something grumbles in her tummy. Oh the essence of being starved. And therefore, she began annihilating half of the sandwhich without even bothering to keep her composure.

And that's what Cena, for the nth time, was amused of. Most of the time, girls love it when they are all posh and classy when eating. Heck they want to stay that way if it's possible forever. Yet Ana has again, broken that annoying ritual. She's just herself, inside and out. And what's even amusing is that she manages to stay beautiful whether she take things roughly or just simply being her.

It may be too fast to judge her. He's extremely aware of that and of the fact that this girl has too many bad stuffs along with her. Whatever the bad stuffs were, he doesn't know—yet. Ana is intriguing enough. John hasn't have any single idea as to why he wants to dig in with her business. He just felt like he wants to know everything about her.

"So what's with the shirt?"

Cena snapped out of his thoughts as he heard Ana's voice in the background. "Huh?"

"I said what's with the shirt? The 'Rise Above Hate' stuff?"

"Oh. Well uh… a little phrase to shove down them haters' throats. Ya' know, when you're being hated you just need somethin' to stand up for."

"Why, are you a heel? Why are you hated? You seem to play the role of the nice guy."

"I'm a nice guy. It's just that… in some cases I have a lot of haters, actually a bunch of them. It started years ago when I had a title reign for a year. Maybe I just learned how to suck up the whole scenery, this is what happens when you get used to it."

Ana had finished the entire sandwich. She sips on her juice as she took in what John just told her. She realizes he was just like her. Being hated for nothing, for some reason they don't even know about. "At least you stand up and prove them all wrong, you prove them that you're worthy of being the company's top guy. I know Vince very well, he sees something that not everyone does. Haters always gon' hate, they also have to suck up their complaints, build a freakin' short bridge and get over it."

It was a soppy thing to hear but nonetheless it brought John a smile, showing off his endearing dimples. Ana returned the smile, instantly regretting all the craps she just let out after realizing that that was so over the norm. At least to her it was. "I just realized how random that is, I'm sorry."

"No it's sweet."

"Touché." She acknowledged smilingly. "So tell me about all the stuffs that's been going on with the company."

"Well basically Hunter just lost to Brock at Summerslam last week. I don't know if they're really planning on a rematch but I guess they're on it. Phil, Paul and I went on a triple threat match at Summerslam, obviously I loss and Phil retained his title."

"With Brock you mean Lesnar of the UFC?"

John nodded yes. "He uh… broke your brother's arm just the week after the Extreme Rules. And he also broke Shawn's arm just before Summerslam."

A glint of mixed surprise and fury hinted on Ana's eyes. The two guys were just too precious to her. They are her brothers, her family. And she didn't even knew about the event taking place just because she's busy goofing around place after place. "I… I don't know what can I say."

"You don't have to, they seem to be okay with it. It's always painful but nevertheless it's just money and pure biz."

Ana did nothing but nod. "So what else? Who's got the other belts?"

"The tag team champs were those two guys back in the buffet table, the one is R-Truth and beside him is Kofi Kingston. The Intercontinental one is…" John gave her a look she couldn't manage to decipher. "…it's Miz."

"Mizanin? Woah." She reclined back in her seat, looking at Mike who's now joking with Natalya Neidhart and AJ. "Cody must've been upset. That's his title."

"Cody is a talented lad. He's gonna live."

She managed to smile. Ana had held on a couple of belts before. She knows the dreading feeling of losing a title you've all worked hard for a long time. However, losing such matches, whether losing it clean or not, reminds her that she still has to work her ass off more tight and much more harder to gain what she wants to gain.

And losing the belt will only take her journey one step further nearer to her destination.

"Ana Heather, correct?"

She and John looked up. The Cenation leader smiled at the small plumpy short-haired woman while the latter looks at her also with a warm smile on her lips. "Hi, I'm Vickie Guerrero. You're Ana Heather, am I correct?"

"Y-Yes. Something's wrong?"

"Yes and no actually." She sweetly stated, taking a vacant chair beside Ana. "The board of directors argued about having you inside the roster, sweetie. They were full of concerns about how you can't manage to control your skills in the ring most especially that you're fighting against some divas who's got less strength level than you do."

Something flickered with the girl's eyes. Something both Vickie and John can only recognize as displease. "This is wrestling for goodness sake. Of course I need to hurt someone to wrestle. What, baggels got in their heads and now they can't even digest the fact that wrestling isn't some freakin' movie with stupid scripted stunts and I lose when they say lose, and win only when they say win? That's not who I am, okay!"

"Chill out, Ans."

Vickie shook her head slowly and reached for Ana's hand. "Sweetie, I know. I know that, they know that. We don't do something like that. You lose when you lose, you win when you do. Not when they say so. They're just too scared that you might cost the other eye candies the ability to stay the way they are—eye candies."

"And so what do they want me to do? Well I can stay out of Raw if Hunter says so."

"No, not that way, Ana. Stephanie and your brother proposed a better provision for them. You can only be at Raw if and only if you will be trained under one of the superstars or divas if you prefer, whom ever you prefer. Being that way, you will get used to fighting the WWE style. No muay thai, no kick boxing techniques involved. No shooting star press, no tombstone, no sweet chin music."

"Dammit, tombstone and sweet chin music are legal!"

"Yes but you still need to lessen the danger in your moves. Moderate a bit and we're done here. So practically, you just need a trainer."

Not Triple H, no not Hunter. He's too busy with everything going on around passing Vince's position of chairman to her brother. Not even Shawn, he's too busy hunting. Mark won't do. They said it, no tombstone not unless she moderates a bit of her techniques. Chris Jericho… maybe not. Not even Cody.

Then who?