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'Last night should have been my moment' John thought as he watched TV.

He was so mad at himself for doing what he did. He had the perfect opportunity right in front of him to change his lifestyle and he did nothing about it. But that would all change tonight for sure; no doubt about it, because he was leaving tomorrow and he would have to see Becca…so in order to change his personality into one he despised he would have to pull a "Randy" and sleep with that girl. That could only happen, though, if she decided to show up.

John was lost in his thoughts for a while until he heard his phone ring. He went inside his room and searched for it and when he found it he flipped it open.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Hey, how's the vacation?" Randy asked.

"Oh hey man. Ah, its fine I guess. How're things there?" John asked thinking about Becca.

"You mean how's Becca?" Randy asked. John could just hear the smirk in his voice.

"Um no." He lied as he sat on his bed.

"Yeah sure, whatever. Things are good here I guess. So, you coming back tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I have an early morning flight."

"Oh cool. So did you get any action down there?"

John thought about the woman from the club. "Not yet, but tonight might be different."

Randy laughed. "You really think that John Cena, Mister Feelings, will be able to score with no strings attached? I highly doubt that."

"Oh really? Well, we'll see tonight."

"And how do I know that you'll keep your word?"

"Oh, so now Mister Feelings can't be trusted?" John said sarcastically.

"It's not that, but I'll need some kind of proof."

"I'll get you your proof don't worry."

"Oh this should be good." Randy said.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Aight bye."

John hung up the phone and went into the kitchen.

Now he definitely had to sleep with that girl and it had to be tonight. It didn't seem hard to get her drunk so he figured he would do that and take her back to her hotel…and well, do what he had to do. He just hoped it was her and that he didn't have to resort to doing it with someone else…for some reason he found something interesting about that girl.

John shook those thoughts out of his head and almost immediately Becca's face came to mind. John sighed and grabbed something to eat.

After Randy had gotten off the phone with John, he showered. When it felt like he used up all the hot water, he shut off the spray and got out. He wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped into his room, only to find that his new slut was still there. Randy rolled his eyes.

"I thought you left." He said as he grabbed some clothes from his bag.

"Nope, still here." She smiled at him and got up from the bed.

"Ah, look, I'm kinda busy with work and all."

"That's ok. I'll wait till you get back. Maybe we can go out or something." She said as she walked up to him.

Randy held his arms out for her to stop.

"Ok, I see I'm going to have to spell this out for you nice and slow."

She raised her eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"

"This was a one ti—" Randy was cut off by someone knocking on his door.

'Oh! Thank god!' He thought as he walked over to answer the door.

When he opened it, the person on the other side was the last person in the world he would ever expect to see at his door and especially now.

"We need to talk." She said as she pushed her way past Randy.

Randy shut the door and faced the two women, looking from one to another. Finally Last Night's Slut spoke up breaking the awkward silence.

"And who the hell is she?" She asked folding her arms across her chest.

"My, ah, my girlfriend. Yeah, she's my girlfriend." Randy said not sure what the hell he was saying.

"I am n—" Randy walked over to her and cut her off by snaking his arm around her waist.

She pegged him with an evil glare and he looked at her with pleading eyes. She seemed unsure of what to make of his expression and kept her mouth shut.

"Girlfriend? You never said anything about a girlfriend."

"That's because we split for sometime and now we're working things out." He said quickly.

"So what was I? Just some rebound fuck?"

"Pretty much." He answered, knowing what was coming next. And just like he predicted it, it happened.

She marched across the room towards him and slapped him hard across his face.

"You'll be sorry one day. Mark my words; I guarantee this will happen to you." She screamed and stormed out of the room.

After she left Randy held his cheek where she slapped him and looked over at Becca.

"Jeez, I can never get used to that."

"You're lucky, because if that was me I would make you hurt a little lower if you know what I mean." She glared at him.

"What are you doing here? I figured after last night you wouldn't even look at me again."

"I shouldn't, but I have a job to do and your immaturity isn't going to stop me from doing it."

"Look, I only gave you what I knew you wanted."

"That's not the point, Randy. You knew it was against the rules and you still went and did it."

"So you admit it. You did want it." He smirked.

"You know what; I'm not going to lie to you. Yes, Randy, I did want it at first. That is, until I found out how much of a pervert and an asshole you can be."

Randy didn't say anything, he just stared at her.

"Now, I came here to tell you that if you ever pull anything like that with me again, I'll see to it personally that you get punished in the most severe way possible, you hear me?"

Randy stayed quiet, not sure why he was unable to say anything to her. Here was this woman, who was ten times smaller than him, telling him what's what and he just stood there with out uttering a word.

"I'll take your silence as a yes. Anyways, I also came to drop your schedule off for the next week." She said as she handed the piece of paper to him.

When he took it she continued. "Make sure that you aren't late to any of your signings, we clear?"

When he nodded she continued. "Great, I expect to see that this conversation has had some sort of impact on you. Well, I'll see you around, Mr. Orton." She said with no feeling.

Before she left, though, Randy grabbed her arm and dropped it when he got her attention.

"Randy." He said.

"Excuse me?"

"Call me Randy. Mr. Orton is way to non personal for me."

She looked at him for a moment and replied back, "Have a good day…Mr. Orton." She said, and then shut the door on her way out.

Randy stared at the door. He felt like slapping himself for what just happened.

'What the fuck is wrong with you, Randy!' He thought.

Why didn't he say anything to her as she was lecturing him? Why the hell hadn't he come up with some smart ass retort, like he always would have in a situation like that. He just stood there and nodded like some pussy whipped idiot! That was something John would do, not him! What the hell was happening? And before she left…! What the fuck was that?

"Call me Randy…?"

What in god's name was he thinking? That is not something he would say, and especially not to some woman! Women were supposed to be like that with him, not the other way around. What was happening to him?

Before Randy could dwell more on those depressing thoughts he decided to hit the gym. Maybe working himself into the ground would clear his head.

Becca walked into her hotel room with a satisfied grin plastered on her face. She was so proud of herself for standing up to Randy like that. It felt good to be in charge and she liked the feeling. Maybe this job wouldn't be so bad after what happened with him.

She went over to the night stand next to the bed and checked to see if she had any missed calls. When it said there was none, she wasn't surprised. She was just mostly hoping for Taby to call, and she had been hoping all week.

She flipped open her cell and called, knowing that Taby would never answer. When it went to voicemail she left one and hung up. As she did so her phone rang and her heart jumped praying for it to be Taby, but knowing it wasn't because it would be too soon after her call and plus Taby hasn't called since their last conversation back home. She flipped it open, not bothering to check the caller ID.

"Hello?"

"Hey Becca!" Johnny said.

"Hey Johnny. How'd you get my cell?"

"You gave it to me, remember?"

"Oh yeah, sorry, I forgot. So what's up? Is everything ok?"

"Yeah, yeah everything is fine. You?"

"Mhmm, I'm good."

"I was just wondering if you wanted to chill tonight?"

"I don't know. I'm kinda tired."

"Aw, come on, please?"

"Well, what did you have in mind?"

"Me, Melina, and some of the others are hanging out at this club that just opened downtown."

"We have to leave tomorrow, though."

"Yeah, but not till later in the afternoon. So what'd ya say?"

"I don't know…"

"Come on, Becca. Just come out with us. Who knows, you might actually have fun."

"Alright, alright, I'll go. What time?"

"Ah, Melina said she will be at your room at seven so you guys can get ready. I wouldn't be surprised if some of the other diva's showed up too."

"Ok that's fine."

"Great, see you tonight!"

Becca hung up the phone and looked at the time. It was 6:17. She decided to jump in the shower before the girls showed up.

Taby came back in her room after having been at the pool for the last hour, just relaxing. She checked her phone for missed calls and wasn't at all surprised to see that Becca called. She dialed her voicemail and punched in the password.

"I just wanted to check in. You're probably still mad with me which is why you haven't been answering my calls, but I wouldn't blame you. I know I already said this a million times, but one more time couldn't hurt…I'm really sorry. Well, you probably won't, but give me a call when you can, ok? And don't forget if you don't want to be alone I can arrange for you to stay with me. Love you, Hun!"

Taby deleted the message and sighed.

Man, she really missed Becca and not talking her was making her go out of her mind. But she couldn't talk to her now. Things were too weird and Taby hated when Becca pitied her about what happened. Yes, it was sad, but she hated the look on Becca's face when she knew she couldn't leave Taby alone and that look made Taby feel so guilty. She hated being a burden.

Shaking her head from those thoughts, Taby looked at the clock; 9:30. Wanting to drown her sorrows once more, she thought of John. Maybe seeing him tonight would make things more bearable.

Taby decided to jump in the shower and get ready. He wouldn't mind if she was a little late. With that thought she did everything she needed to and grabbed her key card and left.

When she got there, she sat at the bar and ordered a Margarita, thinking that tonight she would cool it a little.

As she sipped on her drink, she wondered if this was a mistake because she hadn't seen John anywhere. Feeling like an idiot for coming, she gulped down her drink and got up to leave, only to be knocked down again by a brick wall…no wait it wasn't a wall it was a person. Looking up from the barstool she fell onto, she stared right into those familiar beautiful blue eyes and that warm dimpled smile that could melt Antarctica.

"Leaving so soon?" He asked.

"Ah, hey, John." She said awkwardly.

A/N: It's me again...Just wanted to say thanks once more for all the reviews I've been getting. Well, you know the drill...if you want CH. 11 up fast, lots of reviews will help...THANKS :)