Chapter 10: Just Teasing

*Author's Note: I only own Katharyn and any other OCs*

May 25th, 2010: Smackdown

World Heavyweight Champion Jack Swagger and John Morrison, the Shaman of Sexy, have been feuding for weeks now over two things: the world title, and a trophy in the form of the beautiful Katona. It has been a month since Swagger has begun his unloving treatment of the lovely Diva, and we're not the only ones who have noticed this. As a result, she has caught the attention of the Guru of Greatness himself. We've seen backstage segments of the two sharing cute little moments together, and even some of those moments interrupted by the jealous yet conceited boyfriend. WWE's latest love triangle will take an even uglier toll when the All-American American faces the Friday Night Delight in a match tonight, with the lovely Katona as the special guest referee for the match-up.

The arena erupted in boos as 'Down on Your Knees' by Age Against the Machine began to play. This meant that Jack Swagger was here. The cocky All-American American was noticeably missing his arm candy, but it wasn't like he cared anyway; as long as he had the gold wrapped around his belt, things were normal for him. Swagger ignored the booing fans as he slowly trudged down the ramp towards the ring, climbed in between the second and top ropes, and raised his hands, pointing at his title. The crowd simply returned this with a medley of boos and insulting signs being raised. Swagger didn't need to be a face to be a champion, he simply believed that these ungrateful parasites would rather have a superhero like Rey Mysterio or a veteran like The Undertaker wearing that title belt than him, a former ECW Champion and one of the currently rising superstars on Smackdown.

As Swagger's entrance music faded out, the whole arena was filled with the sound of blaring guitars and the titantron has changed from Swagger gutwrench powerbombing an innocent bystander in the form of Evan Bourne to The Shaman of Sexy and him awesomely pwning random dudes with his totally awesome high-flying moves. The audience stopped booing and everyone stood up in standing ovation, cheering loudly and pulling up the signs for the fan favorites.

John Morrison was here, looking very sharp-dressed in his shiny fur coat and custom-made sunglasses. Fireworks erupted from the stage as he posed in slow motion, allowing the camera to get a view of the hottest man alive (me: drools). He strutted down the ring, hi-fiving the outstretched hands of several fans. He got up on the ring post, posing for the cheering fans. From there, he glanced down at the piece of gold sitting on Swagger's waist, and pointed to it, notifying Swagger that he was after the World Heavyweight title. The two opponents glared down at each other, knowing that they weren't allowed to beat the crap out of each other until…

Gimme a heeeelllllllll yeeeaaahhhhh…

The whole arena suddenly erupted in cheers and whistles. Fireworks blasted from the stage, and much to the fans' (and John's) delight, there was the lovely Katona, wearing a very sexy referee's outfit – which composed of a black and white striped bikini top with a sleeveless black leather vest on top, black hot pants, black sneakers and knee-high black and white socks. This was the special guest referee for the main event match of tonight.

Morrison's eyes filled with arousal as he gazed at the brunette beauty making her way down the ramp, greeting and hi-fiving excited fans on her way down to the ring. She turned her head towards Morrison. The twinkle in her sea green eyes sent a tingle down his spine; he couldn't take his eyes off of this beautiful young lady and the same could be said for Swagger as well, who slapped her butt playfully (and earning himself an evil glare from her).

Katona called for the bell to ring, officially starting the match. The two men immediately began the match with a strong grapple. The grappling shifted over to the corner turnbuckle, with Morrison's back to the turnbuckle. Katona reminded Swagger to break the grapple now that Morrison was cornered. Swagger let go of Morrison and backed away while checking out his lovely girlfriend in the hot referee outfit at the same time, whistling flirtatiously. This distraction allowed Morrison to grab Swagger from behind and execute a STO, slamming Swagger's face into the mat. The audience cheered excitedly as Morrison dropped his elbow onto the back of Swagger's neck several times.

After a few elbow drops, Morrison performed a 180 degree spun flare that transitioned into a leg drop onto Swagger's back. Swagger moaned in pain and rolled over so that his back could no longer endure the pain. Morrison attempted to send Swagger into the corner by an Irish whip, but Swagger was able to counter it and make Morrison crashing into the turnbuckle. Swagger attempted to strike with a clothesline, but Morrison moved out of the way in time for Swagger to crash into the ring post.

Morrison springboarded off the top rope, but Swagger pushed Morrison off the rope and Morrison fell off the rope and crashed onto the ground outside the ring. Swagger slipped out of the ring. At this, Katona began counting to ten for the countout and yelled at the two to get back in the ring. Morrison countered an Irish whip attempt by Swagger, sending Swagger crashing into the announcer's table. Morrison rolled back into the ring and winked at Katona, who smiled and giggled flirtatiously. The two of them turned and watched as Swagger struggled to get up. Katona was now counting at four…

Swagger turned and discovered that Morrison was sweet talking his girl. He appeared to be whispering something into her ear that made her blush and giggle. At five, Swagger stormed back into the ring and started punching Morrison aggressively. Katona tried to break up the two, but obviously it wasn't easy breaking up two wrestlers who were over 6 feet tall. Thankfully, Morrison managed to dodge one of Swagger's punches and landed a European uppercut of his own. Morrison took advantage of Swagger's stirring and landed a swinging neckbreaker. As Swagger slowly got up, Morrison springboarded off the ropes and successfully hit the signature Flying Chuck.

Now was his chance. Morrison adjusted the half-unconscious Swagger so that he was in position for the final, devastating blow of Starship Pain.

Katona rushed over to where Morrison had pinned Swagger…

One…

Two…

…THREE!

Morrison had won. It wasn't for the title, but Morrison had defeated the World Heavyweight Champion in a singles match. Katona raised Morrison's hand up in victory and acknowledged him, pointing to him proudly as the victor of the match. Morrison suddenly pulled Katona into the warmest hug in the world, which at first startled her, but she soon gave in to that irresistible smile on Morrison's face. He cupped her chin and gazed into her eyes, stroking her cheek lovingly with the back of his other hand.

That sweet moment between them had to be interrupted by an exhausted and infuriated Jack Swagger, whom no one had noticed slithering out the ring, grabbing his title belt, and hitting Morrison over the head with the gold plate. Katona gasped as Swagger roughly grabbed her by the arm and pulled her away from the unconscious John Morrison. She was still staring in shock at Morrison lying crumpled on the canvas as Swagger forced her up the ramp and backstage.

Once Swagger and Katona disappeared behind the Titantron, the camera zoomed in to where Morrison, who had gained consciousness, was being assisted out of the ring by a few referees who had come over with an ice pack for him to nurse the spot where Swagger had whacked him with the title belt. The camera cut off when Morrison placed the ice pack on his head and exited the ring. That was all for tonight's episode of Smackdown.

Backstage after Smackdown

John's POV

I returned back to the locker room, still nursing that spot where Jack had hit me. Man, I know it wasn't supposed to be legit, but Jack had hit me harder than he should have. That title belt is a lot tougher than it looks.

I tried to think about Katharyn. Damn, she looked so fucking hot in that sexy little referee outfit during my match earlier; it was difficult not to get distracted by those boobs, that ass…okay I don't think I'll get into that. Well, you know what I mean. I wish they'd replace all the referees with her, except we'd all screw up on the camera and the camera wouldn't even be on the people wrestling in the ring…

I suddenly had the biggest urge to go see her, so I knocked on the Divas locker room door to see if she was in there.

And much to my delight, Katharyn answered the door, still wearing the bikini top of her referee uniform. Man, I had to stop myself from staring at the 36Cs that were practically bursting out the tiny halter top. (I don't exactly know what her bra size is, by the way)

"Hey," she greeted me, "you did really great out there tonight."

"Thanks," I replied, "you looked really hot out there, Miss Special Guest Referee." I was still staring at her distracting breasts.

"You feeling better after that whack to the head?" she giggled, leaning against the wall and crossing her arms(and causing her cleavage to become more distracting than it had been before). God, she was so adorable whenever she giggled, I mean, jiggled.

"Yeah," I answered, nodding my head towards the ice pack that was still on my temple, "you should tell your onscreen boyfriend not to hit me so hard." I laughed.

She let out another adorable giggle which just made me want her more.

"So what are you doing tonight?" she asked me, stepping in close towards me so she could place her hands on my bare chest. I felt goosebumps traveling down my abs. What does this woman do to me.

"Mmm, nothing really. I thought about returning back to my hotel, single and lonely and bored," I answered. I decided that this was a great time to get flirty with her, since she was astoundingly irresistible right now.

"Are you suggesting something?" she asked, raising her eyebrow.

"I was suggesting you and I find a place to eat after the show," I replied, slipping my arms around her small, exposed waist.

She glanced back, making sure that no one was in the locker room, "Or how about we stay in and order room service," she flirted back. Damn, I was feeling so horny right now, even though we were just casually flirting as friends. Wait, is there even such thing as flirtatious friends?

"That sounds like a great idea," I replied, moving my head towards her ear and whispering, "meet me in the carpark in half an hour," before laying a gentle kiss on her ear. Man, I'm going to have to get her full, kissable lips the next time I try this. I felt her tremble slightly. "You cold?" I asked her, even I was the one who was shirtless and sweating like a pig.

"No, I'm fine," she replied, pulling away from me, "and yes, I'll see you later." She turned around, pulled her hair up, and pointed to the clasp on her bikini, "could you help unclip this for me?"

Oh my pleasure, baby, was all I could think right now, but I nodded and slowly, so slowly, unclasped her bikini top. I could feel my heart going on a sugar rush. If only I were the one taking it off and seeing what was inside of it. I slowly laid my hands on her waist and whispered, "See you later, love."

When I let go of her, she turned her head and smiled at me. I closed the door, silently congratulating myself for having done that. God, I swear, is it possible to love this woman more than I already do? She is such a tease.