Authors Note: So, we want to thank everyone for all the positive reviews so far, but we have a small favor to ask. This story is really supposed to be a Kelly Kelly/Jericho pairing and we're not seeing a lot of feedback on that part. Not that we don't love and appreciate the Jorrie reviews, cause we do, we just want some more comments on the Jelly pairing. We know it's an unusual pairing, but we love it and we had other fans of the pairing, too. What happened to you people?! Anyway, keep the reviews coming and show Kelly and Chris some love!

MONDAY NIGHT RAW

Another monday had arrived and Jericho was out in the ring to open the show with a special edition of the Highlight Reel. Not only would he be talking about his title, but he would also be introducing Kelly as his new on screen girlfriend.

"Welcome ladies and gentlemen to another edition of the Highlight Reel. I'm your sexy beast of a host, Y2J and I figured what better way to start off RAW than with a clip of my win over Kofi to regain the Intercontinental title!" he exclaimed as the showed the brutal match.

"Now, I know a lot of you are upset about what I did to Kofi and I must admit, I was a bit hard on the guy," Jericho began, pacing back and forth across the ring. "But in this business, you have to be willing to do whatever it takes to win, you have to be willing to bleed for the belt and sacrifice your own well-being and Kofi just couldn't do that," he sighed. "But let's not dwell on that. Y2J is the champ again and that's all the matters!" he chuckled as the crowd cheered. He smirked before continuing. "So, I have a special guest planned for tonight. She's not only the latest diva to pose for Playboy," Chris began as the crowd roared with excitement. "But she's also my amazing girlfriend, sorry fellas. Please welcome, Kelly Kel-"

Jericho was cut off by Santino's entrance music. He sighed as the crazy Italian made his way to the ring. "Now wait-a just-a minute. KYJ, you think you're-a so good, huh? You think you are da greatest cause you are with the Kelly Kelly?" he asked. "But you are not! You see, I'm glad I didn't win a date with her because Kelly Kelly is a just like Maria. She is nothing but a dumb whore," Santino said, smirking softly.

"You know what, Santino? I'm sick of your crap!" Chris yelled before attacking him. A brawl quickly broke out between the two as the crowd went crazy.

Kelly looked on as she spotted Chris attack Santino. She ran down the ramp and gasped, sliding into the ring and moving towards her boyfriend. "Baby, baby!" she shouted, pulling him off of him and stepping in between her and Santino. "You cannot do this," she stated, clearing her throat as she let her hands move to his face, letting her thumbs graze his cheek bones. "Baby, do not fight him, he's not worth it." she said, nodding once before leaning up and kissing him.

She then turned to Santino once the crowd had stopped giving "ooooh"s to the kiss, her back to Chris's chest, glaring at Santino. She watched him for a moment and slapped him. She then took Chris's mic on the floor and shook her head. "No wonder why Maria dumped your ass." she told him. "We've all heard what they've said about Italians." she stated, rolling her eyes. "They may have nice sausages, but they never do have meatballs," she smirked. Yeah, writers were gay. She cleared her throat. "Baby, c'mon, Chris. Let's go."

Jericho smirked and wrapped his arm around Kelly's waist before walking up the ramp.

"This isn't over, Jericho!" Santino shouted, holding the side of his face.

Chris only chuckled before heading backstage. "Thanks, baby, but you know I could've kicked his ass," he said, kissing her cheek.

Kelly nodded once. "I know, I know.." she said simply. "Just... I didn't want to hear him talk anymore," she informed. "He makes me sick." the blonde responded, rolling her eyes slightly.

Chris smirked. "Yeah, I know what you mean. You think by now the guy would learn to speak English or at least get my name right. It's Y2J, not KYJ!" he exclaimed.

"Like, I didn't listen to Maria when she said how much of a douche that guy is," she sighed.

"I'm sorry about that. I really wanted you to be my guest tonight, I guess we'll have to do another Highlight Reel," Jericho said as they walked back to his locker room. "So, what does Vince have planned for you tonight?" he asked.

Kelly smiled softly. "I have a tag match against Layla and Jillian with Mickie." she nodded.

"Oooh, divas tag team match. Now, this I must see. When do you go kick some ass?" he asked as he saw Katie Lea coming to the ring. "Now that girl right there scares me," he teased.

"I think I'm right before Shawn is supposed to have his promo." She nodded. "So.. yeah." she stated, looking away for a moment or two.

"All right, then I'm not moving from this spot," Chris said. "I want a good seat when I watch you win," he chuckled, kissing her softly.

"I'm excited, though.. I mean," she laughed once. "We're both on the same show, baby!" she giggled, hugging him tightly. "It's amazing."

"I'm happy, too. I mean, we're on the same show, we're a couple on-screen and off, and things just could not be more perfect...except that freakin' Italian. I'm going to make him pay for calling you that. It really pisses me off when people talk about me and you," he sighed. "I can't wait to put him in the Walls of Jericho and watch him tap out," Chris said, smirking devilishly.

"Baby," Kelly smiled, moving towards him and moving her leg over his, sitting in his lap with a smile. "Yeah?" She laughed. "I think that you and I are going to be absolutely perfect, baby." the blonde smiled warmly. "You're such an amazing man, have I told you that?" she giggled with a smile. "Cause I think that you might not know," the blonde laughed softly.

"Yeah you have," Jericho chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist. "But it never hurts to hear it again," he added, letting his hands do a little wandering over Kelly's body. "You're pretty amazing yourself," Chris said. "So, what are you going to be wearing for your match tonight?" he smirked, eager to know. "Will it have...sparkles?" he asked, laughing softly.

Kelly grinned softly and pouted her lips. "Sparkles and leather... and chaps." she grinned with a nod. "Every outfit I have, baby, has sparkles." she nodded.

"Oh wow, that's going to be hot," Jericho commented. "Good, every outfit needs sparkles," he laughed, smiling as she kissed him.

The girl bit her bottom lip and glanced around before kissing his cheek. "I love you," she winked. "And, let's see here." she said, "Once my match is over, you don't have one match, do you?" Kelly questioned with a yawn. "Cause... lil' Kelly Kelly is getting tired."

He pulled her closer to him. "I love you, too, baby. And no, I don't have a match tonight, but I have a feeling Santokyo will want one next week," he sighed, kissing her lips. "Maybe you should get ready for your match, isn't it coming up soon?" he asked as his hands caressed her back.

Kelly moaned in a way that she didn't want to leave him alone. "Ehh," the blonde said softly. "I dunno, yeah, I probably should." the girl grinned, removing her body from against him. "All right," she said. "I should go," she winked. She slid out of her outfit and changed into a pair of black shorts and a black sparkly leather top. "Haha, I told you that you'd like it." she winked. "Then, I wanna go home after this match, okay?"

"Oh my god, I've died and gone to heaven," Jericho smiled, pulling her over to him again. "I don't wanna let you go, you can forfeit the match, right?" he asked, laughing softly. "All right, we're going home right after your match. I'll start packing up our things once you go out there, okay?" he asked. "Now, go kick some ass and take some names! Bust out the Walls of Kelly if you have to," Chris smirked, kissing her gently.

JORRIE

Torrie had just left McMahon's office after getting an update on her new storyline. She was going to become an on-screen couple with CM Punk and no one else was to find out yet. Vince wanted this to build over time. Tonight, Torrie was to have a match against Katie Lea, who would be accompanied to the ring by Paul. She would still be hurt from the FU and Katie and Paul would team up against her, thus causing Punk to come to the rescue.

Sighing softly, the blonde entered her dressing room and looked around for her wrestling gear. She didn't really want to get in the ring tonight, but once Vince made up his mind, that was that. "John," she whined. "I have to fight tonight. I was so sure I'd get the night off because of the FU...Vince is a madman," she teased.

John wrapped his arms around her and smiled softly. "Yeah?" he asked, raising a brow. "Hmm.." he stated, biting his bottom lip. "Who's your match against, huh?" he questioned, laughing softly.

"Katie Lea," Torrie sighed. "And you know Paul will probably be with her," she added, frowning softly.

"And..." he looked away for a moment or two. "Ahhh," he stated, clearing his throat. "I mean, what's going on with your storyline now, now that we're not together, huh?" he asked, clearing his throat.

"I...I'm going to be with another superstar, but it's a secret," she teased. "You'll just have to watch and find out," Torrie winked before moving to change outfits. She put on a light blue halter top with matching shorts laced with black, along with her black leg warmers.

John watched her with a smile before sighing. "Okay, but if it's JBL." he said, scrunching his face up. "That guy's flab..." he said, shuddering. "Ewww," he stated, rolling his eyes.

"God, no!" Torrie replied. "No, it's not JBL, I would not let Vince do that to me," she said.

"Okay, GOOD." John stated. "Damn, I don't like us not being on screen anymore. I miss walking you out to the ring." he winked. "Like... really," he laughed. "I let you go first so I can watch your hips move from side to side." he winked.

"That's why you always let me go first? I thought it was because you were being a gentleman," she stated, pouting softly. "But I miss being with you on screen. At least we still have each other off screen," she smirked, kissing his lips gently. Torrie noticed Katie coming out, with Paul, and sighed. "I guess that's my cue," she said before taking off.

"I love you," he winked. "Kick ass, okay?" he winked, taking a deep breath. "Good luck!" he called out as he watched Katie Lea do her stupid little, face thing. He rolled his eyes. "C'mon, Torrie... win." he laughed as he moved to watch it on the television.

When Torrie's music hit, she slowly walked down the ramp, holding her back. She had to play up the FU, according to McMahon anyway. She got into the ring and took a deep breath as the bell rang. Torrie endured some painful blows, but got the upperhand after using a swinging neckbreaker. As Katie staggered to her feet, the blonde went for the springboard elbow, but Paul grabbed Torrie's ankles as she ran at the rope, causing her to fall. Katie easily got the win thanks to Paul's interference, but the two weren't done yet. They both began viciously attacking Torrie in the middle of the ring...until CM Punk made the save, helping the blonde to her feet as the crowd cheered.

John watched as Punk came to his girlfriend's rescue, sighing once. "Awesome," he stated, biting his bottom lip. Awesome, his girlfriend was being saved by CM Punk - the one man that John Cena couldn't stand, really. What with Punk being a "hardcore straightedge" guy. He sighed, his hands going into his pockets. "Perfect."

Torrie leaned against Punk as he looped his arm around her waist in order to support her. Once the two made their way backstage, Torrie smiled softly. "Thanks," she said, even though she knew it was coming.

Punk smirked. "No problem, Torrie. After all, we will be seeing a lot more of each other over the next few weeks," he said, finally removing his arm from her waist. "See ya later," he called as he headed back to his locker room. Torrie headed back to John with a small grin on her face.

John rolled his eyes and sighed once, leaning down and putting his head in his hands. God, this sucked. He never liked seeing his baby girl with some other guy. And Punk had his arm around her. He rolled his eyes and sighed loudly, grabbing his things. He would want to go home as soon as possible... sadly, enough.. he had his stupid match to get the chance to BEAT Punk.

Torrie entered the dressing room with a small sigh of content. "Well, I'm glad that's over," she said, plopping down on a chair. She could tell John wasn't too happy with her storyline, but she wasn't expecting him to jump for joy over her having another 'boyfriend'. "Is everything okay?" she asked. "It's just a stupid storyline, baby. It'll be over soon enough and I doubt you'll be getting involved," she said. Oh, how wrong she was...

"Yeah," he stated, nodding once. "Yeah.. It's fine. Don't worry about it," he lied. "Uhh, I'm gonna go get something to eat and then by then, I'll be able to go home." he said before shrugging. "I mean... you and I going home, okay?" he stated, nodding.

Torrie nodded and watched him leave. She sighed softly, hoping he could handle the storyline. If things weren't going well now, she could only imagine how he would react if she had to escort Punk to the ring or even kiss him. The blonde pouted, she would have to show John that she only had feelings for him.

THE NEXT DAY

RAW had come and gone and the superstars were enjoying their week off. Chris was lounging in bed, plotting revenge against Santino for next Monday. He couldn't wait to kick his ass. As a commerical came on, Jericho reached for the remote, but it was just out of his grasp. "Kelly? Could you hand me the remote?" he yelled, waiting for the blonde to come into the room. He was relaxing, of course he wouldn't want to get up.

But he knew Kelly would come in and make him do something productive for the day. God knows the house probably needed to be cleaned and Jericho could only pray that Kelly wouldn't make him clean it. After Kelly had moved in with him, you could tell which side of their bedroom belonged to Chris and Kelly based on the mere look of things. Kelly always kept everything relatively neat and tidy while Jericho just let things go until he couldn't find anything. Only then would he attempt to clean...which meant shoving everything into drawers and spraying some air freshener.

Kelly looked at Chris and shook her head as she pushed the remote to him. "All right, all right.. Today, MR." she stated. "We are cleaning the house, okay?" she smirked as she slid onto the bed with him. "I mean-- really cleaning. And spraying Lysol and Febreez does not count as cleaning, baby.'' she snickered softly.

"Hey, Lysol kills germs, that's cleaning," he protested. " Please don't make me do chores, I don't wanna mommy," he teased before sighing.

"And...you're really gonna have to help me out around the house," she added with a smirk.

"Aw, Kelly, noooo," Jericho whined, rolling over. Kelly would not cave in. "Fiiine, what exactly do I have to do? I refuse to dust, that's way too girly for me, give me a man's job. Like taking out the trash," Chris said in a deep voice.

"Chris--" Kelly said with a small sigh. "Thank you for finally giving up." she told him. "But...I'm going to slap you if you say dusting is a girly job." she said softly. "I want you to take the trash out, to wash the windows and then you need to go into town and get some lights for the house. Christmas lights."

"Awwwww," Chris groaned even louder. "I have to do all that?" he asked, pouting softly. "Why do we need Christmas lights? I mean, that means I have to get dressed and drive into town for lights and listen to all the old people tell me what lights are the best," he frowned. As she stared at him, he sighed. "Fine," he muttered, standing up and going to take out the trash.

A few minutes later, he was washing the living room windows while blasting Fozzy. "And you're always there to remind meeee, that you're my enemy! All that we had has gone away, there are times that fade away, but you'll still be my enemy!!" he sang along.

"Baby," Kelly complained, shaking her head. "Baby-" she muttered, turning the music down. "Chris!" she shouted, walking to him. "Babyy," Kelly smiled at him. "You'll be fine and you're always handsome.. so when the old ladies try to tell you what kind of light to get, try not to give them a heart attack, by flashing those pearly whites."

Chris grinned. "Maybe I should, then I'd be out of there faster," he joked.

Kelly smiled as she leaned over, wrapping her arms around his waist behind him. "I love you." she grinned. "Enjoy."

"I love you, too, baby. I'll be back with a whole bunch of Christmas lights. So many that our house will be bright enough to be seen from space," Jericho laughed before heading out the door.

About twenty minutes later, Y2J strolled through the door carrying a huge box of lights. "Now before you get all upset, let me just say that a nice old man told me to get these many lights. I couldn't say no to an old man, Kelly! That's someone's grandpa," he protested.

Kelly looked at him and pouted her lips. "Christopher Keith!" she exclaimed, shaking her head. "My god... thats like...40 times the amount of lights that you need to be seen from space." she said, but she knew how Chris was. He probably got excited when the man helped him, probably spurting out ideas with lights.

Jericho chuckled softly. "Really? I don't think I have enough to be seen from space," he said.

Kelly bit her bottom lip. "Chris," she whined. "I cannot believe how crazy you went." Kelly pouted, looking out the window. "Thats the only thing you have to do." she informed. "Put the lights up." she smiled. "And..you might wanna get on it, cause..." she motioned to the roof. "I want the lights up by tonight and it's gonna snow tonight."

"What? I have to put them ALL up NOW?" he whined. "If I fall off the roof and die, I'm coming back from the dead to haunt you, Kelly. I'm going to leave trash all over the house and you won't be able to pick it up because it'll be trash from beyond the grave!...All right, I'm going," he sulked, grabbing a ladder and climbing up on the roof. Chris was near the end when the snow had really started to come down. He slipped and lost his footing. "Crap!" he yelled, hanging on the edge of the roof. "Kelly! Help!" But he lost his grip and fell into a bush.

Kelly had been on the phone with Chris's mother, it was a relationship that the Irvines said that if Kelly and Chris ever broke upa, they'd side with Kelly. Kelly was adored by the Irvines and the oldest Irvine boy. So, when she told Cindy that she had to go, she threw the phone down and ran outside in her black silk nightie...yes, Kelly didn't bother changing from her pajamas. "Chris!" she called, watching him fall to the ground. "Baby? Are you okay?" she asked, rushing to his side. "I...oh my god!" she cried. "You aren't hurt, are you?"

"Kelly...I didn't know you had sisters," Chris muttered, seeing about three Kelly's come to his aid. Even though Chris had an accident, the lights looked amazing. He slowly sat up and picked leaves out of his hair. "I'll be fine...just as soon as the world stops spinning," he said, leaning sideways as he tried to stand up.

Kelly looked at him with a frightened look. "Baby," she demanded, moving so she was supporting him. Snow and silk was not a good combination. "Chris, lets get you inside..." she said, leading him into the room. "Babe...are you sure you're going to be okay?" she questioned as she moved to the closet and grabbing a sweater and tugging it over her chest, moving to sit on Chris's lap, examining the damage.

Jericho sat down on the couch and sighed. "Hey, your sisters left," he commented before laughing softly. "I'm okay, now, Kelly. But thank you for making me go on the roof...you owe me some hot cocoa," he said. There was a small cut on the back of his head, but other than that, he was fine.

"Hot cocoa?" she said with a grin. "Okay...I can do that.." the girl nodded, walking to the kitchen. She returned a few minutes later with a large mug of cocoa. "Here, baby." she nodded. "So," she said. "You're sure that you're okay?" she asked, clearing her throat. "Because...I refuse to have a boyfriend around Christmas, who can't do shit." she said, kissing him. "Baby, I'm just nervous...You can't be hurt."

Jericho thanked her and took a sip, moaning in pain. "Ahhh, hot. Kelly, are you just trying to kill me?" he asked, teasing of course. "I'm fine, it was what- a five foot drop? I've been through worse. If I can survive a Money in the Bank Ladder match, then trust me when I say that fall was nothing," he assured her.

"Baby, I just worry about you," she told him. "I can't have the love of my life..." the blonde muttered. "Hurt around Christmas." she pouted and walked to the kitchen, grabbing a few ice cubes and plopping them onto his mug. "Baby..." she muttered. "The lights look amazing."

"Yeah, I did a pretty good job, huh?" Jericho smiled, kissing her cheek. "I'm glad you're all worried about me, but I'm fine. So relax," he said, slipping an arm around her.

The blonde smiled as she cuddled next to him. "I'm your girlfriend, I'm allowed to worry about you." she giggled innocently.

"So...we're probably going to need to get a tree at some point. We could go buy one or I could venture off into the woods and cut one day like a real man," he said in a deep tone.

"We can go ahead and we'll go get a tree..." she teased. "And you can cut one..." she giggled. "Be a man, baby."

"All right," Jericho smiled. "And this time, I won't get hurt...and even if I do, it'll be a manly wound! I'll show it off to all the guys and be seen as a hero," he smirked. Yeah, that's how things worked in 'guy world'. "So, what does Kelly want for Christmas? I mean, besides me," Chris teased, kissing her lips.

Kelly yawned. "I dunno what I would want to get for Christmas." she grinned "What're you gonna get me for Christmas?" she smiled. "You know," the girl stated. "I am just hoping that you can get me a good present." she giggled. "I wanna go to London..."

"London? Hmm," Chris said. "We could do that, but I am going to get you an amazing gift. I should just put a bow on me and say Merry Christmas!" he laughed...though you know part of him was serious.

Kelly giggled. "You wanna do that? Hmm..." she laughed once.

"No, I'll get you something good, but I'm not telling, so ha ha," Jericho said, before kissing her on the cheek.

"I was thinking,'' she said. "I am so ready to spend time with you and your family for Christmas," Kelly smirked as she leaned back and cuddled with him. "And mommy and daddy are still happy about coming to see you." she grinned.

"You really wanna spend time with my crazy family?" Jericho laughed. "I can't wait to meet your parents, I know they'll love me," he teased.

"But..are you going to come with me for the super bowl for Alex's high school team?" she asked. "Its on the 2nd of July." Football in Florida was huge. Jacksonville was crazy and Kelly's younger brother was the starting varsity running back...Kelly had to be there.

"Of course I'm coming with you, I wanna meet your brother and watch the future football star play," Chris replied with a grin. "But is football that big in Jacksonville? Like should I get all decked out in his school colors and just go nuts?"

The young blonde giggled. "Baby, high school football back in Jacksonville is huge. I was a cheerleader when Jake first started. He made varsity on his first year. The Bucuaneers are like... the town heros." she smiled softly. "And I'm just dressing up like a pirate," she teased. "No, you just dress in orange and black and we'll be fine." she giggled.

"You were a cheerleader? Why haven't you shown me pictures of this?" Jericho asked, smirking softly. "I'll wear orange and black and you need to be a sexy pirate," he chuckled. He loved flirting with Kelly like this, although half the time he was dead serious about all his jokes.

Kelly smirked. "No.. you will not see pictures of me and my cheer outfits." she giggled. "I'm nervous about you meeting my parents..." she told him. "Like... the age difference.. my parents are hardcore.. religious...everything." Kelly sighed.

He frowned softly. "Well...you have mentioned the age difference before, right? I'll make them love me, baby, you'll see," he kissed her forehead gently. "Don't worry about it, they'll forget all about the age difference once they meet Y2J," Chris laughed, though he was really becoming nervous about that. But no matter what her parents thought, Chris would never break up with Kelly.

"Babe...you'll love it, cause Jake told me that the cheerleaders want me to be a guest cheerleader when we go.." she giggled. "I will not... I'm just going to spend time with you." she smiled softly, kissing him gently. "I love you..." she winked.

"What, are you crazy?" Jericho questioned, raising a brow. "You need to put on a little cheerleading outfit and shake your pom poms! I need to see that, Kelly! Don't deny me of one of my many fantasies," he pouted playfully. "We can spend time together after you gimme a cheer," he smirked. "I love you, too baby," he said before picking her up and carrying her into the bedroom. He sat down on the bed while still holding onto her. "I figured we should re-locate, I'm getting kinda tired," Chris laughed. "So, when are you parents coming? I need time to mentally prepare myself."

"Tomorrow." she giggled. "Nobody tells you anything, do they?" the girl grinned.

"Well, you might have told me, but I did fall off the roof, remember?" Chris reminded her with a chuckle.

"I just hope that they understand that I am truly happy and that...we're not planning on leaving one another..." she said, trailing off. "Right?" she asked nervously.

"Baby, I would never leave you...no other woman would bring me the remote and put up with my whiny little demands," he teased. "Trust me, I want to be with you forever," Jericho added, kissing her lips. "Your parents want you to be happy right? So, they should understand how much we love each other." He hugged the blonde tightly and sighed.

Kelly smiled. "They say that they want me to be happy." she grinned as she laid down with him. "I just get nervous, is all." she murmured.

Jericho smiled softly, holding her close. "Well, don't be nervous, you got me here by your side. Things will work out one way or another," he assured her.

"So..." she told him. "Since you fell off the roof, Kelly Kelly seems to think that tomorrow, you wont have to do any chores." she grinned. "And...I wanna spend the rest of my life with you, too.." she smirked innocently. "Who else can I watch Disney movies with, when I'm sick?"

He smirked when she mentioned no chores. "YES! I should fall off the roof more often," he teased, laughing softly. "Yeah..and who else will tell your amazing bedtime stories and build snowmen with you? No one...well, actually a lot of guys would do anything to be with you, but I'm here and they can all just kiss my ass! You're mine and I'm never letting you go."

Kelly giggled softly. "You're right! I will never get to be with anyone else...just because I will never enjoy my time with anyone but you. And nobody tells better stories than you. Maybe Orton, but you're the best." the blonde yawned. "I love you...and I can promise that its only you, babe. Forever and ever, babe."

Chris smiled softly. "Damn right no one tells stories better than - wait...Orton?" he questioned. "Orton is too dumb to come up with amazing stories. No way Randy told you stories like me," he said, laying Kelly down before moving next to her. "I love you, too. Always and forever," he yawned before slowly falling asleep.

JORRIE

Torrie knew John still wasn't comfortable with her new storyline, which is why she didn't want to tell him where she was going today. Punk had sent the Boise native a text message, asking her to come train with him in the gym. If they were going to be a couple on-screen, there was no doubt that they'd have to fight together and Punk wanted them to have the sickest tag team moves around.

She was wearing black shorts and a red tank top, normal work out attire, but she decided to throw on a John Cena hoodie as well. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and after she grabbed her gym bag, Torrie sighed softly. "John? I'm going to the gym for a bit, okay?" she called out, inching towards the door.

John tapped his foot on the ground. "Yeah?" he questioned. "What in the world," he sighed, taking a deep breath. "I was thinking about you and me...going to do something...?" he asked. "Tonight?" he asked. "Because I was thinking about you and I going to dinner or something..." he stated. "We dont spend time together anymore." he said. Truth was, he was scared about losing Torrie to the Punk.

"Aw, baby," she said, strolling over to the champ. "I'm not going to be at the gym long, how about we go out afterwards? I'll even wear your favorite dress," she teased, wrapping her arms around him. "You know, the short, strapless blue one?" she added, kissing his cheek. "How does that sound?"

John watched her. "You promise?" he asked, pouting his lips. "Okay-- well...tell Phil I say, whats up." he muttered, his arms going around her waist. "I'm really sure that you and I are overdue for some lovin' time, aren't we?" he questioned. "I just wanna see that dress on my floor." he teased.

Torrie smirked, kissing his lips. "I promise. We definitely need some alone time and you're going to get it tonight," she replied, hugging him tightly. "I love you," she said before heading out the door.

Once she arrived at the gym, the training was pretty routine. Of course there was some harmless flirting involved, but things got a bit intense when Punk was showing Torrie had to do a certain move. He lost his balance and fell on top of the blonde. There was definitely some sexual tension between the two. Torrie looked at the clock, it was about time for her to go. "Well...we'll work on that move next time, I should really get going," she said, blushing slightly.

Punk nodded. "Yeah, that's not how that move was supposed to go, but I'm not complaining about the outcome," he smirked. "I'll walk you to your car," he offered. Once Torrie reached her car, she turned around to say goodbye to Punk and realized he was face to face with her. And then it just sort of happened, they kissed. They each pulled away after a moment or two. "Wow...Torrie, I...I'm sorry."

"No, it's...just...it never happened, okay? I have to go."

John looked at Chloe, thinking about what he could do to eliminate Punk. Sighing, he dialed up a few numbers, ordered a few dozen roses and a few candles. He'd smother Torrie Wilson with romanticism. He'd make her feel so special to think that no other man could. Especially not Punk.

John shook his head as he waited. He was a nervous wreck! Oh...yeah. John, the good thing about him, was that he did NOT look at himself and see a handsome guy. You always grade your flaws harder than anyone else. So when Cena thought of Torrie spending time with Punk, he was rather nervous. After all, he was only a stupid, sarcastic Bostonian with an odd accent and big ears...right? How could he even keep Torrie?

Torrie practically sped home. She pulled into the driveway and looked in the mirror. "My god, Wilson, how could you do something like that to John?" she muttered, banging her head against the steering wheel. Sighing softly, she pulled herself together and headed inside. Torrie gasped upon seeing the roses and candles. "John...this is so beautiful, did you do all of these for me?" she asked, on the verge of tears, she felt horrible at this point.

Laughing at her reaction, John nodded. "Oh, well...of course I did this for you. Melina wasn't available so I figured go with you." he chuckled, moving to her. "I wanted you to know that I love you." he smiled. "And I'd do anything for you. You know that, dont you?" he asked with a small chuckle. "And I mean anything..." he winked. "So... I figure we'll have a good dinner and stay in. It's supposed to snow. We need to get into the Christmas spirit."

Torrie simply stood there, silent for a moment before bursting into tears. "This is the nicest thing you've ever done for me!" she said, hugging him tightly. "I can't believe you did all of this for me," she sobbed. She wanted to come out and tell him what happened, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.

John grinned, wrapping his arms around her. "Baby! Dont you cry." he chuckled. "We needed a splash of romance so I thought about how we usually just go at it...and now, like, I decided we need a new way to spend our romantic night." he winked. "Hahah. C'mon." he chuckled. "Dinner is almost ready. How was your work out?"

Torrie sniffled softly and nodded. She sat down at the kitchen table and pouted. "Work out? Um... It was fine, you know, the usual," she said. Ha, as if kissing Punk was normal. But that was a one time thing that would never ever happen again. She loved John. "So..what did you make for dinner?" she asked softly.

John smirked. "I made you chicken." he smiled. "Its going to be perfect." he laughed, walking towards the kitchen. "Chicken, green beans, mashed potatoes and gravy." he laughed softly. "Its going to be absolutely perfect..." he winked.

Torrie smiled. She was just going to try and forget about Punk, screw him...well not literally, although...She shook her head, clearing her mind of those kind of thoughts. "Aw, you made all that? Maybe you should do more of the cooking around here," she smirked.

"And then...if you're up for some loving..." he trailed off.

"What was that, Cena? Are you suggesting that we have a little late night fun after this?" Torrie asked.

John smiled softly. "Maybee..." he grinned as he got two plates filled with the food. "There you go." he smiled as he moved to their dining room. "If you want to have a bit of fun tonight- maybe..." he chuckled with a shrug. "I'm up for it." he smirked.

Torrie took a bite of the food and smiled. "This is amazing, you are so cooking more often," she teased. After their dinner, the blonde moved towards John with a smirk on her face. "So, if you're up for some fun, you should follow me," she said, walking towards the bedroom, swinging her hips a bit more than usual just to tease him.

John smiled softly. "Well!" he laughed as he followed her. "I might have to have my way with you..." he chuckled before jogging after her. "Torrie, Torrie Wilson. Do you know how much I love you?"

Torrie laughed softly, taking off her hoodie and tossing it to the side. "Hmm," she said before pushing John onto the bed. "I don't think I know, why don't you show me how much you love me?" she teased, climbing on top of him.

It was only a matter of time before the two were rolling around in the sheets and things were going extremely well until a thought from deep in Torrie's mind manifested itself into two simple words. "Oh, Phil!"

John rose an eyebrow. "You know," he snapped as he pulled away from her and grabbing his clothes. "If you want Punk, I'll go call him- stay in bed and he'll finish you off." he snapped, walking towards the living room, sliding on his boxers.

Torrie frowned and grabbed her robe, slipping it on before going after John. She didn't know where that came from...well she did, but she didn't want Punk...right? "John, wait! I...I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that. I wasn't even thinking about him, you have to believe me," she pleaded. It was true, she wasn't thinking about him during, it was just one of those things that slipped out from her subconscious.

John shook his head. "Do not tell me you didnt mean it!" he shouted. "You just started to have a storyline with him and when we're having sex, you scream out Punk?" he shouted quickly. "Are you fucking kidding me?" he yelled. He walked out of the room. "I'm going to my dad's. I need to get away from this. Away from you... if you're lucky...I'll be back for Christmas."

Torrie jumped back a bit. She had never seen John this upset before. The tears were already visible in her eyes. "John, please don't go," she sobbed, but his mind already seemed to be made up. "Please...we need to talk about this," she begged.

The male shook his head and climbed into his truck. "I am not talking to you. Talk to Punk, okay?" he shouted as he pulled out and peeled out of the driveway. Yeah, he was just a little bit pissed. After a moment or two, he shook his head. "I hate her." he mumbled over his music, taking a deep breath. God- he was going to die. It was not okay.

Torrie could only watch him go before collapsing into a sobbing heap on the floor. She had really screwed up. There was no way in hell she'd tell him about their little kiss now, that was something she was taking to the grave. After pulling herself together, she grabbed her phone and sent Punk a message saying she was sorry, but she would have to bow out of the storyline. She wasn't going to lose John because of this.

Torrie also sent McMahon the same sort of message, only Vince called her up. "Torrie, you cannot bow out of this storyline. You and Punk are the hottest couple going right now, next to Chris and Kelly. I refuse to let you just drop out of this!" he yelled.

"I'm sorry, Vince, but I have-"

"NO! If you walk away from this, Torrie, you'll regret it," he interrupted.

"I regret agreeing to it in the first place," Torrie shot back.

"That's it! You want out of the storyline? Fine, but you're suspended without pay until further notice. And when I decide to let you come back, don't expect to get a huge push like this anytime soon!" Vince shouted before hanging up.

John was questioned by his father, "She...called out Punk's name?" he rolled his eyes as John stayed quiet, swigging at his glass of vodka. He just wanted out and away from Torrie and...damn, he couldn't get her face when she moaned Punk's name out of his mind.

John had fallen asleep and the next morning, decided to go home. He pulled into their driveway, walked into the house and looked around the house. There was a message on the machine, he hit play and heard a calm voice of Stephanie McMahon. "Torrie, it's Stephanie. I'm calling to confirm that you are hereby suspended until further notice. Sorry." and with that, John slammed the phone down and walked upstairs. "Torrie!" he yelled. "What the fuck is that about?"

Torrie didn't get much sleep, but instantly sat up upon hearing John. "What, the suspension?" she asked softly, she couldn't even look at him. It had just now hit her that she pretty much sacrificed her career for John. "I asked McMahon to let me bow out of the storyline with Punk because nothing good was coming from it. I don't care if it is a big push, I care about our relationship, John and that storyline wasn't going to help it. He didn't think it was a good idea...so he suspended me," she whispered.

John watched her and realized that no matter what, he'd never leave her. Ever. He nodded at her once, placed his hands on his hips as he started to think. "I have more clout with Vince. Give me five.." he said, turning and getting onto the phone. He could be heard from downtairs. "Vince! You cannot do that! She was afraid of it coinciding with her personal life!" he paused.

Torrie frowned as she heard John on the phone. It's not like McMahon really cared about a superstar's personal life. Just look at what happened to Lita.

"You sign Torrie, or suspend her with PAY, or I walk away from the company, and never look back..." he shouted. John hung up and walked back to Torrie. "You're to go see Vince with Punk tomorrow." he said, not looking at her. "And you're on Smackdown for a few weeks until they find you another storyline."

She glanced over at him when he returned and smiled slightly. "Thanks...you really didn't have to do that John," she said softly. "I could have used a nice vacation," she added with a small laugh. Things were clearly still awkward between the two. "So, now what, John? We have to talk about this. I don't want to air out our dirty laundry in front of Vince tomorrow..."

John glared at her. "You'll say nothing about this," he said firmly. "Because Vince has no business with us." he stated. The male shook his head. He was still bitter, but he would be able to get over it. "But...I'm dead serious, Torrie. You tell Vince nothing about last night." he told her. "Do it and there will be serious consequences."

Torrie nodded, though she was a bit surprised at how serious he was about this. "Okay...I won't say a word," she replied. Her cell phone vibrated with a text message from Punk. McMahon just called me and I just got your message. Why do you want to walk away from this, Torrie? This is a big push for me, too, ya know... The blonde sighed and headed towards the bathroom to soak in the tub for a very long time, she couldn't deal with this now.