The next night on raw, the champion was feeling the ill effects of her night of action. She was, however, required to walk down to ringside, for a moment with Cena. She walked leisurely to ringside, taking her time to high five each fan. Or so it would seem to a casual onlooker. In reality she was near tears at the singing pain from the night before. She walked into the ring slowly.
Cena noticed her limp as well. He noticed everything about her. Even the scarce red hairs that shone distinctly from her black locks. They were far too sparse to be the result of a dye job. He frowned slightly as he tried to think of a way to mention her limp in the promo.
The champion looked at Cena expectantly. He was so lost in his thoughts of what was housed behind those shades that must have been hidden for so long. She looked at him with her eyebrows raised. He had been scheduled to have the first word. "Don't tell me you've developed a sunglass fetish, Cena. Wake up, feels!" she muttered. Cena snapped from the daze he was in, looking much like Jeff hardy in his drug- ridden days at TNA.
Cena glanced up and down at her smugly. He asked her, "Rough night?"
"Yep."
Not much help there. "I noticed you limping just then, so I figured I should ask."
She chuckled slightly. "I'm sure you've been noticing me for quite a while, Cena. "
Cena frowned a bit, looking over at her.
"That's why I have a challenge for you, Cena. I challenge you to an assignment match. After you win your next title, that is. The way an assignment match works, is two champions face off. If I win, I get to assign your title to whomever I wish, and if you win, you get to assign my title to whomever you wish. "
"Um, that's gonna be a while. I'm not scheduled for a title push for a while."
"Please, Cena you're always getting pushed. It's the people that call themselves your friends that don't get a chance." She raised her fist, pumping it. The crowd chanted 'woo woo woo'. Cena blushed slightly, thinking of how his friend had been demoted to Superstars.
Just as he was thinking of Ryder, Horns woggle's music played. He trotted slowly to the ring, carrying the European championship. He grabbed a mike then trotted over to Cena, kicking him in the inner knee, and chuckling. "As the European Champion, I hereby vacate this title in favor of John Cena. Here, john. I hope that all the pranks and mud this title has been put through can be washed away by you." He exited the ring, skipping slightly, so he could move faster.
That night, the match was scheduled. The two wandered around aimlessly backstage, and As Cena rounded the corner, he ran into Alicia.
"Hey, babe." She said in a sultry tone.
"Yes?" he asked hesitantly. Alicia had been quite angry with him for seeing the Champion without her permission and for a while had stopped talking to him. She just wants to be Champion. That's all she wants from me, then she will dump me. True to her patterns, that is just what she asked of him. "Go win that title for me, tonight babe." She cooed in his ear. She walked away swinging her hips.