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Chapter 6: Inexplicable Sensations
Love, in all its forms
It took her about 15 minutes to finally put the blush down. Outside the arena, she barely ever put on make-up. She was one of those natural-beauties, who didn't need tones of mascara or lip-stick to look beautiful. The same went for all the other WWE Divas, they were already gorgeous, but Vince wanted them to be perfect. If in Vince-world, perfect meant lots of make-up, then so be it. But right now, she wasn't in Vince-world, and she had still applied the entire blush she could find.
Torrie Wilson looked herself in the mirror, her golden locks glowing in the early morning sunlight. She had barely slept, but her reflection remained perfect, even through her tired looking face, and swollen cheek now covered in Mac's latest blush-bronzer. The last thing she wanted was for everyone to notice that she got punched by her "husband".
I still can't believe John did…
The thought of John Cena made Torrie pause again, her reflection staring back at her. He was the main reason why she hadn't slept all night.
That guy's really the mystery of my life…What's his deal?
She thought she'd never be able to answer her own question. What was his deal? Was he the kind man she saw last night, or was he the jerk she had spend the past week with? Did he actually have a heart, or did he simply pretend to have one, just so she would stop crying.
Torrie sighed, she was beyond confused, about everything and namely about him. Part of her blamed herself, she shouldn't have shown John her vulnerable side, or she wouldn't be having this auto-quiz right now! And the other part of her blamed him, why did he have to be so fucking complicated? She had never been more confused in her life. Was he really nothing more than a monster, and should she give up hope on him completely, or was there a heart in there somewhere, a soft side in him worth discovering? Either way, she was going to find out.
Finally, a knock on the door brought her out of her thoughts. Torrie looked at herself one last time, and then made her way to the entrance. Opening the door, she found a very handsome man standing in the hallway, his spiky brown hair, Rolex watch and infamous smirk unmistakable.
"Randy!"
"Hey Tor," He managed to say, while Torrie hugged him tightly. "Long time no see."
"Yeah, too long. Come in, but John's not here-"
"Good. I wanted to talk to you." He said, stepping in the room, while Torrie was still somehow surprised. Sure, Randy Orton and her had been pretty good friends since he started dating Stacy, but not to the extent where he would pay her random visits out of the blue. Figuring he must have something on his mind, she turned around only to find him staring impressively at the gigantic suite.
"I see John still has his way the reception ladies…"
"He has his way with everyone…" She muttered under her breath.
"Does that mean he had his way with you too?"
Torrie sat down on the couch, a small smile on her face.
"If by "having his way", you mean did we have sex yet, then the answer's no, we didn't."
"That's not what I meant Torrie." He replied sarcastically, sitting down next to her. "I mean did he have his way with you, mentally."
Torrie looked up at him, surprised by the comment.
How the hell did he know?
"Yeah…That's what I thought. I've been there too, you know."
"Oh, so you're trying to tell me that you too have spent nights wide awake asking yourself questions about John Cena?"
"Yeah, I did. But unlike you, none of my questions were sexually related…"
"Mine weren't either!" Torrie replied, hitting Randy playfully on the arm.
"Whatever Tor…Look, John's a complex guy. I'm his best friend, and even I don't know who he really is sometimes."
"But that's just the thing Randy! He acts like a sweetheart on television, with the fans, on interviews…Then backstage, with the roster he basically just keeps to himself, but with me, he acts like a total jerk! Like he takes some kind of pleasure in hurting me…"
"Torrie, John's a lot things, but he's not a bad man, just…a wounded one. I guess…I guess he just needs to take his frustrations out on someone…"
"Then he should take his frustrations out on a punching bag! Not on me!" Torrie exploded, seemingly exhausted. She was tired of John complicating her life, an already complicated life, to say the least.
"I know it's not fair, but he's been through some stuff, with women, his family…I'm not supposed to be telling you this, but the guy hasn't had it easy either."
"And you think I've had it easy? My life's a mess too, not to mention that he's making it worse. And yet I don't walk around insulting other people to make myself feel better!"
"It's not like that Torrie! Look, this is gonna sound cheesy like hell…But it's the only theory I have. I always thought that…John "chooses" his "victims"…If that makes any sense at all."
Torrie felt a grin appear on her face. What the hell is he talking about?
"No Randy, that doesn't make any sense…Unless you're trying to tell me that John's some kind of serial killer? That he "chooses" his victims before torturing them?"
"Something like that, minus the serial killer part. Most of his so-called victims usually give up on him after a day or so, they take the torture, and walk away. But you didn't, you stood up to him, and you may not realize it yet, but you didn't give up on him. You're getting to him, Torrie. You're actually seeing through the whole "asswhole" act, and that scares him…"
Torrie fell silent. What she had just heard was the type of thing you would hear on an overly-dramatic soap opera. It was ridiculous, but it made sense.
"That's why he didn't save you, Tor. You don't know it, but you were on the pit of really seeing him, who he really was…And he couldn't let that happen, he had to keep the whole heartless monster act…"
Torrie looked him in the eyes; was he saying the truth?
"That's why he let you take that Chokeslam…"
He was. And even though the conversation itself was bizarre, complicated and dramatic…It was all the truth.
"I just thought you should know that."
Suddenly, everything seemed much clearer.
"Yeah…Thank you Randy. You sure cleared up a lot of the smoke."
"No problem Tor. But now, you have to do something for me too…See, I still don't know whether or not you're coming to my wedding?"
Torrie gasped. She had been so engulfed in her own life that she had completely forgotten about one of her best friend's marriages. Feeling guilty, she looked at Randy with apologetic eyes.
"Oh, I'm so sorry Randy! I didn't forget about it, it just got pushed in the back of my mind, you know? I'm so sorry, God I can't believe I almost forgot you and Stacy were getting married! I'm-"
"Torrie, calm down!" He cut her mid sentence, afraid she would have a panic-attack. "It's ok, things like that happen. And don't worry, I wont tell Stacy."
"Please don't! She'd kill me…"
"I won't. Just as long as you actually show up for the wedding!"
"Trust me," She said, smiling. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."
"Good." He stood up, and then turning around, he looked at her meaningfully. "Don't give up on him Torrie. You'll see, it'll all be worth it in the end."
Torrie simply nodded, not completely sure if she understood what he meant. Finally he reached the door, but before he stepped out, she cried:
"How come he let you in?" She asked the question deeply, her voice almost jealous.
"Because I actually gave a damn about him."
With that said, Randy Orton left the suite, taking half her previous questions with him. Torrie was still pondering in thoughts, thinking about the whole discussion, and what it meant. She hated to admit it, but she did give a damn about him, otherwise she wouldn't have decided to take Randy's advice. She wasn't going to give up on him. She was going to find out who John Cena really was. And she was more determined than ever.
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Apparently, John too had a few vendettas of his own. He wasn't going to make it easy on Torrie; she realized after spending merely half an hour with him, right after Randy left the suite. He seemed determined on not letting her in, since his remarks became crueler than ever. The whole following week she had to put up with them, and although she snapped numerous times…she didn't really mind. She became accustomed to his insults, and was now beginning to understand that they were part of John Cena's nature. If having to deal with his daily "comments" would help her break through the wall that he had so safely build around himself, then she would deal. Because somehow, she was going to break through that wall, no matter what or who stood in her way. Torrie didn't know why she was so focused on getting through to him; she just felt that she had to. This didn't mean that she wouldn't bite back when he crossed the line with her. She fought back because she wasn't the type of woman who let people step on her and not do something about it, but she also stood up to him because, based on what Randy said, that's what kept him coming. The fact that Torrie Wilson was as hot-heated as John Cena kept him…entertained.
She walked down the backstage halls, a bottle of water in hand. Even though John had basically shut her out even more since the he tried comforting her, he hadn't mentioned that night at all. And for John Cena, that was something. The fact that he didn't use her break-down as a weapon against her, as something he could use to give her a hard time, somehow touched her. They both knew very well that if John decided to constantly remind her of the vulnerable, innocent side they had both showed on that night, their relationship would take a drastic change, whatever their relationship was. On the other hand, maybe the reason he hadn't mentioned it was because all he could talk about as of late was Backlash. And tonight was Backlash, which meant John had nothing else in mind.
Opening their Locker-Room, she walked in to find John sitting on the black leather couch; shirtless…Suddenly she found her breath caught up in her throat. Sure, Torrie might've hated his guts, but she was a woman damnit! And any woman who would've walked in and found John Cena shirtless, lifting weights, his strong muscles pumping, his body sweating…would've been a little taken aback too.
Just don't look at him Torrie, just don't look…
"Here's the water." She said, careful to keep her eyes away from his body, throwing him the requested bottle.
She made her way to the opposite couch, still averting her eyes away from him. Taking the latest issue of Raw Magazine, she saw that the main cover was a picture of John and her. To make matters worse, it read in big bold letters "WWE's New Power Couple!" Torrie rolled her eyes.
John and me a couple! God, the poor things, they're completely out of their minds.
"Yo Wilson, this water ain't even cold!"
Torrie kept her eyes on the magazine, a small smile forming on her face.
"Its water isn't it?"
"Are you fucking brainless or something?"
Torrie raised her head, an eyebrow up. John looked practically disgusted, as he ranted on:
"In case you hadn't noticed, the biggest match of my career is about five minutes away. And it's a Street Fight…With Kane…With my title on the line! I gotta be a hundred percent pumped up for this match Wilson, and every little detail counts…Including the water!"
Torrie shook her head, the guy was full of surprised…But so was she. She had done it on purpose to make sure the water wasn't cold, knowing it would piss him off. And she loved pissing him off, almost as much as he loved torturing her.
"Just drink it will you…"
"But of course, you wouldn't know about these things would you?"
"Meaning…"
"Meaning, that since you have no clue about anything wrestling-involved, you wouldn't know that the details count."
"I wouldn't have been here for five years, Cena, if I had no clue about wrestling." She replied nonchalantly, still reading the issue.
"Wow, five years and not one single, proper title shot? You must really be worthless."
Torrie felt her heart tighten at the last word, she hated when people called her worthless. That's what Billy used to call her.
"Then again," He went on, unfazed by Torrie's sudden change in expression. "If you really wanted a shot…You would do what you were good at."
"Which is…?" She asked, already dreading the answer.
"You would give Vince a good round or two, you know, show him what you fake blond bombshells are made of."
He had crossed the line. Torrie was about to answer back, and possibly tear his pretty little head off, when a crew-member walked in. He informed them that the main event was up next, which meant them. The crewmember then left the room, leaving John looking quite perplexed, almost scared. Torrie wasn't going to let that opportunity pass.
"Oh, is that…Wait a second, is that...a nervous John Cena I see?"
"Shut up Wilson." He looked her intently in the eyes, all signs of fear vanished.
Torrie took her eyes off him, once again, slightly hurt by his remark. And strangely enough, John seemed to notice that.
"Look," He said, sighing. "I gotta a big match out there, and I cant loose, aight. I can't loose my title. So I gotta make sure you got my back…"
"Wait, why does this seem familiar? Oh I know, you told me the exact same thing last week, right before you let me get Chokeslammed!"
"Why the hell won't you just get over that?" He snapped, and quickly regretted his words. If he wanted Torrie Wilson on his side, then yelling at her wasn't a good approach. "Fine, I admit, I shouldn't have let you get hurt. But it won't happen again, aight? I'll protect you this time…I…I promise."
It took him a lot of guts to say those last two words, and Torrie saw that. He looked at her so deeply, so sincerely…and Torrie felt herself softening a bit. After all, if she wanted to get through to John Cena, might as well try to trust him again, right?
"Fine, whatever." She said flatly, not letting him see that his words had affected her.
"Aight. C'mon, let's get this bitch rockin'!"
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She found herself thrown into the match before she could adjust. She had just agreed to "help" John, and before she knew it, Torrie was at ringside, watching John and Kane brawling in the ring. The WWE Championship was on the line, and she knew that the title meant a lot, possibly everything to John. She had to help him. If he was ever going to let her, she had to do her best to help him keep what meant most to him.
More often that not, John would tell her to grab a chair, or any other form of weaponry, and Torrie, like a good manager, would oblige.
"I can't believe she's trying to help him, King! Especially after that…that treachery he pulled on her last week!"
"Who knows J.R…Maybe John was able to work his charms on her. Maybe he got her to actually forgive him!"
"I don't know about you King, but it would take me a lot more than some "charms" to get me to forgive Cena…Especially if I had been the one Chokeslammed!"
Torrie heard the commentators' comments loud and clear, and to make matters worse, they weren't the only ones who didn't forget that John had betrayed her the previous week. A lot of people from the crowd would occasionally shout something along the lines: "Why'd you do it John?", "Torrie, get your revenge!" or "Torrie, why you still helping him?" On the other hand, she spotted some signs, actually a lot of signs, with pretty little hearts written: "JOHN AND TORRIE FOREVER", "Jorrie: The Ultimate Couple" and Torrie's personal favorite "He still loves you Torrie!" She would always roll her eyes at that one.
Why does everyone think John and I are an item?
She would have laughed out loud if the situation she was in hadn't been so serious. But it was serious, as she reminded herself once she saw Kane throwing John out of the ring and into the steel steps.
Torrie found herself running to his side, almost against her will.
"John, you okay?" She asked, gently putting a hand on his shoulder.
He responded by harshly pulling away from her grip, as if disgusted by her touch. He rushed back to the ring, leaving Torrie transfixed where he had just been, the crowd booing his gesture. In a matter of seconds, the boos turned into cries of shock. Someone had yelled May 19th at Kane. And that someone was John Cena.
Torrie looked on, horrified, as Kane roughly grabbed John by the neck. He lifted him about 5 feet in the air, his clutch suffocating the Champion's neck. Torrie had never seen someone in a more vicious position, for even John Cena, the 245 pounds WWE Champion, was struggling to breathe, unable to pull out of the monster's grip.
It took her a few seconds to realize that John, still held in the air, was pointing at the chair.
"T-Torrie! Chair!" He finally managed to mutter, his voice choked. Kane's hold on his neck was getting tighter and tighter, as the Big Red Monster laughed maniacally.
Torrie struggled to find the weapon under the apron. Finally, she felt her hand touch the metal instrument. Pulling the chair out of the apron, she stood up, and looked at John, who called her desperately.
"Torrie-Torrie, help me!"
Then it hit her. He was in the exact same position she was in last week. Only this time, he needed her help.
Torrie stood transfixed; she couldn't seem to move a muscle. Every fiber of her being urged her to go and help him; after all, she wanted to help him.
Looking briefly into his eyes, Torrie saw something she had never saw or thought she would see in her entire life.
John Cena was scared.
She couldn't keep her eyes off him, the way he looked at her captivated her. He was scared, pleading…desperate. But Torrie didn't move.
"What's she doing King? Why's she just standing there?"
"I don't know J.R…I think she wants her revenge on Cena!"
She stood there, staring at him…and then it was like someone else had invaded her body. In a trance, Torrie Wilson dropped the chair she had held firmly in her grip, and turned on her heels. She knew that she should help him, that she should go back to ringside. But she kept on walking. Behind her, she left a chaos of screams and shouts from the crowd, the appalled questions of the commentators, and John Cena trapped in the Big Red Monster's grip.
She made it to the ramp, and paused. After all, he hadn't moved a muscle to help her when she had been trapped in the hands of Kane.
Torrie heard a very distinctive bam resonate back in the ring. Feeling a sense of guilt wash over her, she walked behind the curtains, just before hearing:
"AND THE NEW, WWE CHAMPION…KANE!"
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"What the HELL had happened!"
The question repeated itself in her head over and over again. Ever since she turned her back on John, she couldn't figure out what the hell had happened. All she wanted for the past week was to get closer to John Cena, to get to know the real him, to help him…And all she did was cost him his WWE title. She screwed up, big time.
Way to go Torrie, way to go...
She felt like kicking herself. All he wanted was for her to pass the fucking chair, and she just left him. She let him get Chokeslammed, just the way she had been. And it wasn't for revenge; she wasn't even sure why she did it.
Now, not only had she pushed John further away from her, she was quite sure that he absolutely hated her. And she dreaded nothing more than to feel his wrath. She also knew that there was no point in hiding, he would find her. After all, it's not like the cushions surrounding her hotel bed would protect her from him.
What she didn't expect, was for him to find her so quickly.
"Wilson! Torrie FUCKING WILSON!"
Oh God, he's mad…
She heard the door slam, and before she knew it, he had stormed into her room.
Saying that he looked angry would have been the under-statement of the year. His face contorted in rage, and Torrie was pretty sure she had never been more scared of anyone in her life, not even Kane.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!"
It took her all the courage she had to get off the bed. If she was going to face John, might as well stand up for it.
"I-I'm sorry…" She said her voice barely above a whisper. It's true, she was sorry.
"You're sorry? YOU THINK YOUR FUCKING SORROW IS GONNA GET MY TITLE BACK!"
"I-I don't know what happened. But…you'll get your title back. You'll fight for it-"
John's sinister laugh cut her mid-sentence.
"You don't get it, do you? I shouldn't have to fight for it, I'm not the John Cena you see on TV! I'm not all excited and cheery to fight for my title, and I wouldn't be if it wasn't for you!"
"Y-You'll get it back, okay? And I'll help you!"
"Help me? So far your help hasn't done much good, has it? And the last time you said you'd help me, you let me get a fucking Chokeslamm!"
Torrie didn't reply, she merely cast her eyes to the ground. What was she supposed to reply to that?
"And you know what I'm starting to think Wilson? I'm thinking you just wanted pay-back, that you've been out to get me the whole time!"
"That's not true!"
"Oh yeah? Then what is the truth Torrie?"
He fixed her steadily in the eyes. Something in that look just made her want to spill out her heart to him.
"I…I just want to help you, John."
"Well, I don't need your help. And I sure as hell don't want it anymore."
His words stung her. Out of all the yelling and swearing he had been doing, it was those few words that hurt her the most.
"What? John, we're stuck together, remember?"
"Yeah, but only in the ring. I don't want you following me around anymore. Just…Stay away from me."
All the anger in his expression and voice had vanished. It was replaced by hurt. His voice, his eyes…He was hurt.
Torrie, on the other hand, was the one getting angry.
"You know, that is just so typical of you!"
"What?"
"I'm not stupid John! I know why you're doing this…why you don't want me around you anymore. And it has nothing to do with the fucking belt…"
"It has everything to do with it! That "belt" meant everything to me! Every-fucking-thing! And you lost it, and now you're surprised I'm pushing you away-"
"You're pushing me away, John, because I got close to you! Too close! Closer than you had expected! C'mon admit it, I'm right."
John was numb. He didn't twitch, or move…he just stared at her. She was right, and that pissed him off. And she planned on pissing him off a bit more.
"You know, everything is finally starting to make sense. You, and your coldness…it's all falling into place. You just act that way so nobody can get close to you. And you don't let anybody in."
She stepped closer to his unmoving figure.
"And I got close, didn't I? I'm getting in…and that scares you. That's why you're pushing me away."
She paused, and looked into his steady blue eyes. "If you ask me…You're pathetic."
Torrie had barely finished her sentence before she found herself pushed against the wall. Her feet hung slightly above the ground, her hands pinned against the steady wall, and John's face only a few inches away from hers. He looked her deeply in the eyes, and for the first time, Torrie couldn't read his expression.
Before she knew it, his lips came crashing onto hers.
The sudden gesture surprised her. She didn't know what to do, as John continued kissing her lips. But it didn't take her long to respond. She, almost hesitantly, parted her lips, giving his tongue full access to her mouth. The way his warm tongue massaged hers send shivers all over her body, made the butterflies in her stomach leap. A feeling that had been, for a long while, dead to her. He continued his assault on her mouth, his kiss steady, determined…yet so gentle. Torrie soon found herself wrapping her slender legs around his waist.
That's when John, now kissing her around the neck, obviously trying to leave his mark, easily lifted her and made his way towards the bed.
He dropped her on the red and black sheets, and gently positioned himself on top of her. She pulled his face towards her, and his time, she was in control of the kiss, both their tongues engaged in a hot battle. She felt his hands around her thighs, sliding her skirt down her legs. Then she felt him harden against her.
Torrie knew where this was going, and she knew it was wrong, and would make things more complicated…So why did he feel so damn good? At the moment, she needed to feel him; she wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything in her life.
Tired of the gentle and slow motion, she began unzipping her shirt, while John's tongue circled her neck. And as if reading her mind, his hand swiftly unhooked her bra, while she gave out a suppressed moan. His hands were massaging her thighs, slipping his fingers around her thong, while he kissed and licked her neck, then her throat, then her collarbone, then me made it down to her breasts…Before finally capturing her hardened nipple in his mouth.
Torrie let out a cry, and the cries got louder and louder through out the night. He made her feel sensations she had never felt before, it was almost contagious. She knew the whole time, even while he was thrusting himself deep inside her core, that there would be no going back. That she'd need to have him again, have sex like that again. But at the moment, she didn't care; all she cared about was the sweet, wild pleasure emanating from their entangled bodies.
He was definitely letting her in, only not the way she had expected.
The loud orgasms were the living proof of it.
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