Author's Notes: Someone (CoughKazCough) has bullied me into updating again.
So, here I am with chapter twelve. I hope y'all like it.
Thanks, as always, to Gin. You're an amazing beta and a great friend.
And thanks to Kaz, for chatting to me about wrestling (mostly Cena) whenever I'm on MSN.
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I'm pleased everyone liked the last chapter and hope you enjoy what's to come.
Chapter Twelve: I don't share chocolate.
The blonde arrived in the locker room to see Melina showing a bored looking Cheryl her newly painted nails.
"Hey," she called greeting the two other women.
Cheryl looked up, pleased that someone else had finally arrived. "Hi, good afternoon."
"Yeah thanks, I had a really great time at lunch with Alison. How about you?" the diva asked.
"Yeah, it was alright. Pretty quiet really. I had a little nap and then called Dave," replied the red head.
"How is he?" inquired the blonde.
"He's good. Working hard as always, he has a "Steel Cage" match against Undertaker coming up. He sends his regards to you and Mike, by the way," informed the Women's champion.
"Aww, that's sweet of him. I kind of miss the big guy on the road," mused Sam.
"Tell me about it. It's killing me waiting until the weekend to see him," sighed Cheryl.
"You'll be fine, it's only a few days away," reassured her friend.
"So, what else have you done today? Spoken to lover boy yet?" teased the red head.
Sam blushed, "Yeah, I just saw him actually. I was telling him about how my call to my mom went."
"Oh, you called your mom. What happened? Did everything go ok?" asked the older woman.
"Yeah, it went really well. It was nice to catch up with her actually. Although she did hassle me about giving her grandchildren," said the blonde.
Cheryl laughed, "I know what that's like. Both my parents and my in-laws are always hassling Dave and me about having kids. I've told them, our careers come first."
Sam returned the amusement, "Yeah, but you're married, so it's kind of expected. I haven't even got a boyfriend."
"Maybe you will have soon though," joked the Women's champion.
"Shut up!" giggled the blonde.
"Anyway, I'm going to shower and change for the show. I'll see you in a bit," Cheryl said.
"Alright, catch ya later," replied Sam as her friend walked off to the showers.
With only one other woman in the room, Sam turned her attention to Melina.
"Let's have a look at your new nails then."
The other diva beamed and started showing of the acrylic nails, which were painted blood red.
"And it only cost me $190," Melina said.
"Only $190!" repeated Sam, "You say that as though it's nothing."
"John was telling me about your date," the red haired diva went on.
"Technically, it isn't a date," the blonde insisted, "But who knows?"
"When are you guys gonna stop messing around and get it together?" asked Melina.
Sam blushed. "I dunno... I just wanna take it slow and see how thing go for now," she shrugged.
"You know he'd treat you really well. He thinks the world of you," said the other diva.
"Yeah, I know. He's real sweet. I just wanna be sure first though," replied the blonde.
"Don't wait too long, he won't be there forever," Melina said.
Sam was taken aback by this. She knew Cena liked her and was willing to be friends for now, but she'd never considered that he might change his mind.
Not knowing how to reply to this, Sam changed the subject, "So, have you and Johnny got any plans for the weekend?"
Melina grinned devilishly, "Yeah, we're aiming to join the mile high club."
"Too much informationMel!" exclaimed the shocked diva.
The other woman merely laughed.
"You know you'll get yourselves arrested one of these days," the blonde went on.
"Here's hoping," the other woman grinned wickedly.
Sam rolled her eyes, slightly amused by her roommate's antics. "Anyway, I better be getting ready now, so I'll see you later."
"Yeah, I'll see you in the ring," replied Melina.
With Cheryl now out of the shower and getting changed, Sam took her turn to wash and get ready.
Fifteen minutes later she emerged, wrapped in a towel, with wet hair trailing down her back.
Just as the blonde was drying off and pulling on her combat pants, Rebecca sauntered into the room.
Sam crinkled up her face, Oh great.
The brunette stared down at the other woman's exposed stomach.
"Been eating too many cheese burgers, Sammy? You look a little fat in those pants."
"Just because I haven't got an unhealthy obsession with diet pills doesn't mean I'm fat. It's people like you that give young girls complexes," the diva bit back.
If there was one thing Sam hated about the wrestling business, it was the obsession with looks. Sam was no beauty queen, but she wasn't hideous either. The blonde was happy to be a size ten and proud of her real breasts. Ok, so they didn't turn every head in the room, but they were big enough for her and she hadn't had to resort to painful and costly surgery just to get them.
It broke the blonde's heart when she occasionally flicked through teen magazines to see Hollywood celebrities thinking protruding bones were fashion accessories or reading the disconcerting letters from young girls who had developed eating disorders because some guy didn't fancy them.
"And that's why you're still single, Sam," retorted Rebecca.
"I'd rather die a lonely old spinster than resort to making myself ill just to impress some guy," said Sam,anger rising in her voice.
The brunette was lost for words and just walked to the other corner of the room to change.
"You go girl!" whispered Cheryl.
Sam grinned.
Soon enough it was time for the house show, and Sam, Cheryl and Melina crowded around the buffet table backstage as they waited for their respective matches.
Shortly afterwards, the three women were joined by Mike, who had a singles match against Kane.
Jonny Nitro, who would be accompanying Melina to the ring for her match against Sam. And John Cena, who was of course going to be in the blonde's corner.
Nitro and Melina were soon distracted by each other and took to whispering and kissing.
Mike paced the floor, obviously nervous about facing the seven-foot big red machine.
"Mike, it'll be alright," reassured Sam.
"I know, I know. It's just this is the first time I've taken on someone so big," said the woman's best friend.
"Yeah, but you mess around with Dave all the time. Ok so he isn't as tall as Kane, but he's far stockier," added Cheryl.
Mike just responded with an anxious smile.
Seeing the WWE champion looking a little bored, the blonde turned her attention to him, leaving Cheryl to continue reassuring Mike.
"Hey," she smiled sitting down on the chair next to him.
"Alright," he replied flatly.
"What's up?" the diva inquired, noticing his forlorn tone.
"Nothing really, I'm just tired of being on the road and can't wait until the weekend," the brown haired man replied.
"Working with me that bad, huh?" teased Sam.
"No, no. It's not that, you're great. I dunno, I think I'm just tired," said Cena.
"Well everyone has their off days. Why don't you join Cheryl, Mike and I for drinks after the show? Maybe I can cheer you up," suggested the woman.
"Thanks, that's sweet, but I think I'll pass," he shrugged.
"Ok, but you know where I am if you need me," said the blonde, touching his arm.
Inside Sam was filled with worry. What was wrong with John? She really hoped he was ok. She didn't like seeing him down and not like his usual self.
However, she didn't have time to brood on her troubles, as the show was getting under way.
Mike's match against Kane was the first among the small gathering of superstars around the catering area.
"Good luck," Sam said to him embracing her best friend.
"Thanks, sunshine. Good luck with your match too if I don't see you before," he replied, planting a kiss on her forehead.
Cheryl then took her turn wishing the Intercontinental Champion the best before he headed through the curtain. Nitro, Melina and Cena all looked over and nodded their approval to Mike before he disappeared.
"I'm worried about John," Sam said to Cheryl, pulling her out of earshot from the other three.
"How come?" inquired the red head.
"He seems really quiet and down. I hope there's nothing wrong," the blonde went on.
"I'm sure he's fine. He's probably having a bad day, that's all," reassured the Women's champion.
"I guess," shrugged the other diva still not convinced
Mike returned from his match, sporting bruises all down his right arm.
"Are you ok?" both women asked as he passed them on the way to the locker room.
"Yeah, but it's nothing Ali won't be able to straighten out with a massage later," the black haired man grinned with a wink.
The next match was Cheryl's, against Rebecca to build up some heat between the two wrestlers.
"Good luck and make sure you don't go easy one her," said the younger woman as the red head walked off behind the black material for her match.
Sam was now alone with the three other people involved in her segment of that night's show. Melina and Nitro appeared as if they hadn't come up for air since they sat down. Cena however looked miserable.
Wanting to do something to life his mood, the blonde snuck up behind him and flicked his ear.
"Pack it in," he said, not sounding amused.
"I'm sorry, I was just trying to cheer you up," the diva replied walking round to face him.
"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have bitten your head off," the brown haired man apologised.
"It's ok," she replied, "I just wish you'd tell me what's wrong."
"I told you, it's nothing, I'm just tired," the champion insisted.
Sam took the seat next to him, "Alright," she said, giving in.
Feeling as though the closeness they'd formed in the past few days was slipping away, and remembering Melina's comment about him not waiting forever, the blonde began to play with her shoelaces.
"God, now you're sulking," Cena said, breaking the woman's thoughts.
"I'm not," she protested.
"So, looking forwards to kicking Mel's ass?" he said, trying to break the tension.
The diva looked up, grinned and nodded, "Yeah, I love working with her."
"Yeah, she's nice. I see her and Jonny a lot," Cena commented.
"Yeah, I figured, what with you sharing a room with him. Do you travel with them?" she asked.
"Sometimes, although I haven't sat with them on the plane for a few weeks," he replied.
"Yeah, I noticed. You know, I think Dusty sits us together on purpose," the diva mused.
"I know he does, because I asked him to after the pay per view," the brown haired man went on.
"You did what!" the blonde exclaimed, not sure whether she was angry or amused.
"Yeah, I wanted us to get to know each other and become friends," Cena replied.
Sam smiled, "Well it worked, didn't it? I'm here now."
"Yeah, and I'm glad it did," said the champion, returning the smile and placing his hand on the woman's knee.
Even though the material of her pants was separating their skin, a chill ran through Sam's body.
However, breaking the moment, Cheryl returned. The diva wasn't angry with her friend though, as she knew the other woman didn't do it on purpose.
"Good match?" the blonde asked as Cena withdrew his hand.
"You'll see," smirked the women's champion.
The brown haired man and his manager exchanged confused looks for a second before Rebecca appeared, sporting a cut lip and bruised eye.
"Well, no amount of diet pills will hide that," the blonde commented loud enough for her rival to hear.
Cena and Cheryl burst out laughing as an angry looking Rebecca stormed off.
Sam clapped her hands appreciatively to her female friend. "That was awesome," she grinned.
"It's the least I could do after the way she spoke to you earlier," replied the blonde's mentor.
"Why, what did she say?" asked Cena.
"Oh nothing really, just trying to imply I looked fat," responded the diva, not looking hurt at all.
"She never? What a cow, I've never liked her," said the WWE champion.
"Has anyone?" joked Cheryl before departing to change.
Finally, the last match of the show arrived; Sam, with Cena in her corner versus Melina accompanied by Nitro.
The four wrestlers stood up, Melina and Nitro finally breaking apart.
The red head approached Sam and extended her hand.
"Good luck," she said.
"You too," Sam replied shaking the other woman's hand.
The babyface's entrance was first, so the Latino woman and her boyfriend departed. The crowd cheered as the couple made their way to the ring.
A few minutes later, it was Sam and Cena's turn to enter the ring. As now was the custom, the audience erupted into a flourish of boos upon the arrival of the WWE Champion and his 'girlfriend'- come- manager.
Walking onto the stage, the couple embraced and kissed passionately, a chant of "slt slt" broke out.
They walked down to the ring hand in hand and entered. Cena lifted the ropes for Sam and before another public display of affection, which was followed by the customary catcalls and crude comments, he walked to his corner on the ring apron.
The blonde diva took her place opposite Melina and began stretching to warm up. The red head approached the other woman and extended her hand in a display of sportsmanship, but as Sam was now in character, she slapped it away and punched her opponent.
More boos and angry chants sounded throughout the arena.
The two divas joined in a grapple and the heel soon had the advantage.
Both men on the outside cheered their respective women on.
Melina broke out of Sam's armbar and hit the blonde with a kick to the mid section.
For a few minutes, the face had the advantage, until Cena distracted the referee on the outside of the ring. With the rule enforcer not looking, the blonde hit the Latino woman with a low blow.
The audience were displeased and their shouts showed this.
With Mickie Henson back in the ring, the heel took up her advantage, working over Melina's lower half with a leg-lock.
Sam went for the cover, but the red head was able to kick out after two. Annoyed by Henson's call, the diva pushed the man, causing him to hit his head on the turnbuckle.
As this was taking place, Cena disposed of Nitro by performing the 'F-U' to him on the outside.
With both the referee and Nitro down, the WWE champion climbed into the ring and held Melina.
This gave Sam the chance to hit her opponent with her finisher the 'Sammy-neckbreaker'. The blonde then proceeded to rip Melina's top off, revealing her bra, in a display of what was going to happen in their match on 'Raw'.
Cries of "slt echoed through the stadium.
Cena's music started to play; the winning diva and her 'boyfriend' kissed before heading out of the ring, up the ramp and through the curtain.
The two wrestlers parted company to go to their respective locker rooms and change.
Walking into the women's only area, Sam was greeted by Cheryl.
"How was your match?" she asked.
"Good thanks, it went really well," replied the blonde pulling of her wrestling gear, "I'm going to shower, see you in a minute."
Ten minutes later, the diva walked back into the locker room, fresh from her shower. The blonde was dressed in green combat pants and a T-shirt with the image of a Japanese animé character on.
"Ready to go?" asked the Women's Champion.
"Yeah," replied the younger woman.
The two wrestlers made their way into the backstage area quickly finding Mike and Alison.
The four people got into a cab and made their way to the hotel.
The bar was quite busy, but was filled mostly with businessmen and hardly any wrestlers. Those in there among the 'Raw' roster were Melina and Nitro, Rebecca, who was trying and failing to come onto an uninterested Chris Masters, Charlie Haas and Carlito with Trish.
"God look at her. Can't she see Masters isn't interested?" Sam commented, jerking her head towards her brown haired rival.
"She's only trying it on because she heard he's just broken up with his girlfriend. She thinks he's an easy target," Mike informed them.
"Tragic," added Cheryl.
The three wrestlers and the P.A took a table near the bar and Alison ordered a round of drinks.
"Ali mentioned you're seeing your mom on Sunday. Have you sorted everything out with her?" asked Mike.
Sam nodded, taking a sip from her lemonade.
For forty-five minutes the four people chattered, mostly of their plans for the coming weekend.
"Dave says he's planned a surprise for the weekend," said Cheryl.
"Oh, do you have any idea what it could be?" asked Sam.
"No, he's been really secretive. It was the same when he proposed on our three year anniversary, I had no idea he was up to something," replied the red head.
"Aw, that's so romantic. I bet whatever he has planned will be really special," added Alison.
Finally, Sam decided to call it a night.
"Hey guys, I think I'm going to check on John and then call it an early night," she said.
"Is he still acting strangely?" inquired the Women's champion.
"Yeah, he says he's just tired, but I just wanna check," replied the blonde.
"That's sweet. I hope he's ok," the married woman said.
Sam nodded, "Will I see you all for breakfast tomorrow morning?"
The three people replied that they would be joining her.
"Well, see you in the morning. Sleep well," said the blonde.
"Sweet dreams, sunshine," Mike called.
"Night night," said Alison.
"Sleep well, see you tomorrow," replied Cheryl as the diva walked off.
Sam caught the elevator up to Cena's floor, which was two above her own.
Arriving at his door, she heard the sound of the T.V and knocked.
Unaware that it was Sam who was visiting and assuming it was just Nitro forgetting his keys, the WWE champion called out.
"Forgot you're keys again jackass? Well it's open."
Sam hesitantly pushed the door open.
Cena was in his bed, dressed in his boxers and an old T-shirt, watching a Kung Fu movie with a bag of chips at his side.
"Oh god, I didn't realise it was you," he said, turning slightly red and pulling a blanket over himself.
"I guessed," the diva replied, kicking off her trainers and sitting down on the bed next to him.
"Wanna chip?" he asked, passing her the bag of snacks.
"Nah, I'm on a diet," she joked, pulling out a large handful of the salty food. "What's this you're watching?" she went on.
"Just some rubbish on cable, I felt like vegging out," the champion replied.
"Well budge up then. Lemme see if it's any good," the blonde said, settling herself down.
The two remained silent as the martial arts film continued. When it reached an advert break, Sam spoke.
"Do you think those stunts are real?" she asked.
"About as real as ours," he replied.
The movie started again and they fell silent once more.
As Sam reached for the last few chips in the packet, so did John and their hands brushed.
"Sorry, you have them," he said.
"Well, I'm never one to turn down food," she replied, only taking half of what was left in the foil bag.
"How come you not still in the bar?" asked the brown haired man.
"I wanted to make sure you were ok," answered the blonde.
"Thanks," the champion said, scrunching up the empty chip packet.
"Got anything to drink?" inquired the diva.
"I think there's a few beers and a can of coke in the mini-bar," he replied.
Sam stood up and crossed the room to the small fridge.
Opening it up, there was indeed a can of coke and two bottles of Budweiser.
"Want anything?"
"Yeah, chuck us a beer," Cena replied.
Sam picked up a bottle and threw it in his direction; it missed and landed about thirty centimetres from the side of the bed.
"God, you throw like a girl," the brown haired man said, reaching down for his drink.
"That's because I am," retorted the woman, opening her can of soft drink and sitting back down at his side.
The Kung Fu movie ended to be replaced by a late night chat show. Not interested in the antics of teenage mothers, the two started to chat.
"You missed Rebecca coming onto Masters in the bar," the blonde informed him.
The man laughed, "Silly cow. You know she tried it on with Orton last week?"
"What did he say?" asked the diva.
"Well, you know what Randy's like. He'll sleep with anything that moves," joked the champion.
Sam snorted with laughter, "His name is actually quite fitting."
The two wrestlers laughed in agreement.
"You know he asked me out once," the blonde went on.
"Really?" inquired Cena.
"Yeah, it was a few years back when I first started. He said as I was the new girl, it was his job to initiate me and show me around," replied the diva, cringing at the memory.
"What did you say to him?" asked the brown haired man.
"I told him where to go. I might have been new, but I'd heard enough about him to know to steer clear," answered the woman.
"I bet he didn't like that," the man said.
"No, he didn't one bit. He took it as a real insult. But he got over it, I saw him with some fangirl a few hours later," finished Sam.
"Ha, typical Orton," laughed Cena.
Sam shivered, feeling the coldness of only being dressed in a T-shirt and combat pants.
"You cold?" the brown haired man asked and the diva nodded. "Wanna jump under the covers with me?"
They both blushed, knowing Cena was only wearing his boxers, but the blonde agreed anyway and climbed under the blanket.
Sam sat as far away from the WWE Champion as she could, so much so she was almost falling off the edge of the bed.
The man picked up the remote and began to flick through the channels, stopping on MTV as 'Jackass' was on.
The blonde rolled her eyes, "God, I hate this show."
"Do you actually like anything?" he joked.
Sam smiled, "No, I hate the world."
"I bet you don't hate everything," Cena insisted.
"No, not everything. Just immature guys thinking hurting each other is cool," replied Sam.
"How can you say that and work in the WWE?"
The diva laughed, "Good point."
The blonde shifted a little and the two people's feet brushed.
Despite the fact that she had socks on electricity ran through the woman's body from the touch.
Cena, despite his lack of clothes, was feeling a little hot and flustered.
Wanting to break the tension, Sam spoke. "So, you feel any better now that you've had a night to yourself to relax?"
"Yeah, not having to think about anything has been great," the WWE Champion replied.
The woman yawned.
"Keeping you up?" Cena asked.
"Nah," Sam replied rubbing her eyes with her hands. "Wanna another drink?"
The brown haired man nodded and the blonde sat up, crossed the room and opened the mini-bar.
Looking down, the diva realized there was just one Budweiser left in the fridge.
"Wanna share it?" she asked holding up the bottle.
"Yeah, I think there's a glass about somewhere," the man replied.
Sam scanned the room and found a glass next to the T.V. Giving it a quick rinse, she returned to the bed and began pouring out half of the beverage into it.
"Thanks," Cena said, taking the half a bottle of beer from his companion.
Sam drained her drink almost in one and started to feel a little light-headed from it.
"You had any dinner? I was thinking of ordering something," said the WWE champion.
"No, I haven't as it happens. A big piece of chocolate cake would be great about now," replied the blonde.
"Ok, something sweet and sickly it is then," said the brown haired man, reaching across the woman for the phone.
Cena ordered the requested chocolate cake as well as a large Cajun chicken pizza.
"I hope you're gonna share that with me," the diva joked when he'd hung up the receiver.
The man grinned, "I've never known anyone like you. You eat what you want and don't care what anyone else thinks."
The blonde smiled, "I'm not about to give up something I like and become a stick insect."
Ten minutes later the room service order arrived. Thankfully Cena had had the sense to also order a large bottle of soda.
The WWE champion climbed out of bed and pulled on some jogging bottoms before reaching for his wallet and going to answer the door.
He returned two minutes later armed with the pizza, cake and bottle of drink.
Sitting back down next to Sam, Cena pulled open the box containing the warm food.
The blonde grinned and reached for the largest slice of pizza. "Thanks," she mumbled taking a bite.
The two wrestlers remained silent whilst they ate, with the exception of the diva almost choking because of the diva almost choking because of the Jalapeños.
"You ok?" the man asked as the woman took a large swig of the cola.
"Yeah, but hell those things are hot," Sam replied, pulling the remaining chilies off her food.
With the twelve slices of pizza eaten between the two of them, Sam turned her attention to the delicious slice of cake.
"Man, I dunno how you can still have room for that," the brown haired man commented.
The woman grinned. "Easy, like this," she said, eating almost half the slice in one go.
Cena laughed. "And you're messy," he added, wiping icing of the blonde's cheek.
Sam blushed, "You're never gonna take me out again after tonight, are you?"
"I dunno, it's kind of cute," he replied, licking the icing off his fingers.
The WWE Champion reached down for some more of the dessert, but Sam slapped his hand away.
"I don't share chocolate," she joked.
"Go on, just a little bit," the man begged.
"Alright," she said, giving in and handing him a small amount.
The man leant down and ate the cake right of the woman's hand. Cena's lips brushing her palm sent chills through Sam's body and she quickly withdrew her hand.
Sam suddenly felt awkward and embarrassed and wanted nothing more than to leave and clear her head.
"Well," she said stretching her arms, "I think I best be calling it a night."
"Alright, see you tomorrow?" Cena asked.
"Of course, we work together don't we," the diva replied.
"I didn't meant that. I meant do you wanna hang out or something?" asked the WWE Champion.
"Yeah, ok," the blonde answered quickly.
"Ok, I'll come and find you in the bar after the show," he said.
"Great. Well, I guess I'll see you in the morning," said the blonde, climbing out of bed and pulling on her shoes.
"Yeah, sleep well," the brown haired man said, accompanying the diva to the door.
"You too. Sweet dreams," replied the blonde. Then, not knowing what had come over her, she placed a kiss on his cheek.
Sam pulled the door shut behind her and made her way to the elevator and her floor.
Cena meanwhile stood rooted to the spot behind his hotel room door, rubbing the place Sam had just kissed.