Chapter 3:

After the show, Haley headed back to the hotel with the other WWE superstars. She showered, changed and spent half an hour on the phone with The Rock, going over the entire match. He couldn't have asked for a better performance, he told her and was touched she used his signature moves.

She could hear various voices out in the hall and knew many of the superstars planned to go out that night and have fun in the city since their flights out weren't until late afternoon tomorrow. Haley; however, was staying in. She didn't have anyone to go out with and hadn't been invited by anyone else, still being a fresh face and all.

She was fine with that, as it had already been a good night. She wasn't the only one who had been successful in their matches. Triple H had destroyed Carlito and John Cena's match had looked more like a joke than anything else. She was going to celebrate by ordering room service and watching a movie.

She was just about to get comfortable and place her order, when there was a loud knock on her door. John Cena stood on the other side, dressed casually in a black t-shirt, thick gray sweatpants and his ever present dog tags. His hair was still wet from a previous shower and he was smiling almost shyly at her.

"Hey." He flashed her a bone melting smile.

"Hi." She greeted him, while tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Not going out tonight?"

"Not really in the mood for loud music and getting drunk." He shrugged. "Am I interrupting anything?"

"No." She shook her head. "I was just about to order food and watch a movie."

He chuckled. "I was going to ask you if you'd like to do that with me tonight."

"Well in that case," She stepped aside to allow him in. "Would you like to join me?"

"Absolutely." He entered the room and sat down on the edge of the bed. "You in the mood for pizza?"

"Isn't that against our training diet?" Haley joked.

"So is beer, but I plan on having some of that too." He laughed. "That diet is more like guidelines anyway. We exercise every day so a little pizza and beer isn't going to kill us."

"I've already broken the rules by buying Coors." She gestured to the mini-fridge. "Help yourself, I'm going to order the pizza." She reached for the phone.

"Perfect." He grinned in a carefree manner.

Twenty minutes later, they were downing pizza and beer while watching Walking Tall, starring The Rock, of course.

"I was on set for a lot of the filming in this movie." Haley commented after swallowing a sip of Coors. Done with the pizza, she moved the box onto the nightstand and stretched out on the bed beside John.

"Really?" John rolled onto his side to face her, his gaze still flicking to the screen at certain points. "Did you meet Johnny Knoxville?"

"Yeah." She nodded eagerly. "He's the biggest sweetheart, not at all a jackass."

"Oh yeah?" He raised an eyebrow in inquiry. "Did someone have a crush?"

"On Johnny?" She stared at him incredulously, as though the thought were alien. "No way! We were no more than friendly acquaintances."

"Well then, a girl like you must have a boyfriend around somewhere right?" He asked, his tone turning more serious.

"No." She said it matter-of-factly. "There was one guy several years ago, but he could never accept my goal to become a Diva. He hated how much time I spent in the ring, especially with Dwayne. I spent too much time in the ring after that for any other boyfriends."

"Oh." He reached over and squeezed her hand. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"Don't be." She smiled at him. "I've had plenty of time to get over it and I'm happy where I am now."

"I'm just surprised someone as pretty as you doesn't have a guy waiting around for her." He touched her cheek gently for a moment, before brushing a strand of hair off her face.

"Thanks John." Her skin warmed under his touch. They spent a moment just staring at one another, memorizing the others face.

The moment was shattered by the sounds of an explosion, breaking glass and screaming. Their attention was drawn back to the screen and they watched the action sequence play out. At ease, Haley relaxed, scooting a bit closer to John and they both settled into a comfortable, companionable silence.

They both seemed to unconsciously gravitate toward one another and as relaxed as they were, it wasn't long before they drifted off to sleep, her head on his chest and his arms wrapped securely around her. The movie was forgotten as the two new friends dreamt of one another.

Meanwhile, two floors below them, another WWE superstar was contemplating a very serious matter. As he surveyed the many different boxes in front of him, he couldn't help but feel frustrated. Jeff Hardy had no idea what color to dye his hair.

Normally when he ran into this problem, he'd just streak it several different colors. A habit that had his father calling him Rainbow Kid half the time he was at home. Tonight, Jeff just wanted one solid color in his hair and he wasn't sure which one. The blues and purples were getting old, as were the reds and oranges. He was so caught up in his dilemma that he barely heard his phone ring.

Checking the caller ID he grumbled into the phone. "What?"

"Ouch! Someone's grouchy." Amy Dumas commented with laughter in her voice.

"Hey Aims." Jeff sighed into the phone. "What's up?"

Having been friends and co-workers for years, Jeff still loved that Amy made time to call him after RAW every night. She had only retired recently, but she still liked to be kept up on all the events and to see how he and Matt were doing. He was pretty sure Matt got a similar phone call from her after Smackdown.

"Nothing really here, Jeff." She stifled a yawn. "Good show tonight. I like the new Diva, she's pretty gutsy, took down Melina like she had been in the business for years."

"New Diva?" Jeff abandoned his hair color search and focused on Amy's information.

"God Jeff do you live under a rock?" Amy laughed. "I'm not even there and I know more than you do. They signed a new Diva tonight. Big news because she was personally trained by The Rock. She had an impromptu match tonight and she made sure Melina got very up close and personal with the canvas."

"I left right after my match." Jeff told her, his mind drifting to thoughts of a new Diva, wondering who she was. "I was pretty tired. I took a nap and now I'm going to dye my hair."

"Ah, something new and different." Amy's voice grew gentler. "Her name is Haley Mariano, cute, petite, but crafty. Her introduction to the crowd made her seem pretty friendly and sweet. And, she kicked Melina's ass! Gave her a rockbottom and the People's Elbow."

"I'll have to meet her at some point then. There aren't many Divas around here who aren't bitchy anymore." He snapped. "Melina being the worst of the bunch. I'm glad she got her ass whooped by a rookie. I'm so sick of the Divas around here!"

"Ooh touchy!" She giggled. "Candice give you trouble?"

"All she did was whine and complain about Beth Phoenix and Jillian ganging up on her tonight. It's not like she lost a match or anything. You can't win them all." He rolled his eyes, even though Amy couldn't see him. "I'm just getting sick of their attitudes. Half the time they just prance around anyway, you can't call what they do wrestling. What happened to the good Divas like you, Trish, Ivory and Molly Holly?"

"We're a rare breed Jeff." Amy's voice grew serious and understanding. "Most of the girls are there to be sex symbols. Victoria, Candice and Maria, though she just have effort more than skill so far, are the only ones I ever seen actually fight in that ring anymore. This Haley however, might be another. She didn't march out there and dance, she was all business."

"Well, I'll probably like her then." Jeff picked up the red dye. "I can't figure out what color to dye my freaking hair!"

"Why don't you try an actual hair color?" Amy suggested. "I think that would shock people more if Jeff Hardy entered the ring with brown hair, his natural color."

Jeff laughed. "You're usually telling me to streak it neon colors."

"Yeah, but you've got to switch it up in some cases Jeff. You of all people should know that. Try brown for a day, then go like lime green or something." Amy urged him. "Keep an eye out for that new Diva will you? I want to know more about her, she's interesting, really gutsy in the ring. You keep doing those inter-gender or mixed tag team matches, might want to consider her for a partner."

"I will, thanks Lita." He called her by her stage name.

"You're welcome Jeff, talk to you soon."

"Bye Lita."

"Night."

He hung up the phone and decided to take her advice and dye his hair brown for a day. She was right, coming from him; it would certainly make a statement. Ask anyone and they would tell you, there was nothing Jeff Hardy loved more than making a statement. He was an artist in everyway possible.

A/N: Okay so, I'm starting to piece together the possibilities for Haley romantic lead. Like I said before, she will start with John Cena, but I'm not sure if that's who she'll end up with in the end.

Jeff Hardy

Randy Orton

Chris Jericho

Batista

They are all still in the running. I'm toying with the different ways this could go. I have the other stuff already planned out for Haley, it's who she ultimately falls in love with that I'm playing around with. So, stay tuned and please, I beg of you...

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