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John sat down in his locker room, getting ready for his match. He had told Sienna she needed to make a choice. When he walked out last Monday, he had been hoping to hear from her, but he hadn't. Over the last few days, he had began thinking that maybe not hearing from her meant that she had made her choice...and it didn't include him.

"Hey man...did Sienna find you?"

John turned, looking at the door and saw Jeff. "No...was she looking for me?" John asked.

Jeff nodded. "Yeah...said she needed to talk to you."

John frowned. "I hate it when she says that. I can never tell if it's a good thing or a bad thing."

Jeff laughed. "Well...you didn't get it from me...but...I'm pretty sure this is time it's a good thing."

John smiled. "You think so?" he asked hopefully.

Jeff nodded. "I know so."

John reached into his bag and started rummaging around as if looking for something. Jeff saw the note Sienna had been talking about, slide off the bag and onto the floor near the bench.

"So we were all talking..." Jeff said as he sat down on the bench.

"Uh oh...that could be trouble..." John said with an arched brow.

Jeff rolled his eyes. "Funny. We were thinking that since the show is in Reno next week, that we'd fly out there early and spend the weekend there. All six of us."

John grinned. "Sounds good to me. We could get there on Thursday and stay until Monday."

Jeff nodded, reaching down to grab the note Sienna had left.

"What's this?" he asked, acting like he didn't know what it was.

John shrugged. "Dunno."

"Well...it's got your name on it...open it up." Jeff said handing him the note.

John's eyes widened and a smile came out as he read the note.

I choose now. I choose you. I choose us.

"Well...what's it say?" Jeff asked curiously.

John looked up. "She chose."

Jeff grinned. He didn't have to be told to know that Sienna had chosen John. His best friend was a lot of things, but stupid wasn't one of them. Jeff stood and clapped John on the back.

"Congrats, man." he said.

John nodded. "Thanks, man. Now I just got to find her."

Jeff chuckled. "Well...it's just a hunch...but I bet you'd find her at the gorilla."

When John looked up somewhat confused, Jeff laughed some more. "Her match is next. She said you're supposed to meet her there."

John looked at the small television screen and cursed seeing Steven Richards and Victoria walking down the ramp. He had been so focused on his personal issues with Sienna, that he'd forgotten all about the on-screen stuff they were supposed to do during this match. John didn't even say good bye to Jeff, he simply ran out the door.

Sienna was pacing back and forth backstage, a worried frown on her face. Her music was going to hit any moment and she still hadn't seen John. She took one look down the hallway and smiled, relieved, as she saw his sprinting form. When he got to her, they only had a few seconds before Sienna was supposed to go on.

No hello was spoken. John took Sienna into his arms, molding her body to his. Sienna's head tilted as her face turned up seeking John's lips. At once, her silent demand was met and his lips pressed to hers in an fiery kiss. Her lips parted as his tongue snaked inside to intertwine with hers. A hot and intense dance began and when it ended, both John and Sienna were left panting and yearning for more.

"I got your note..." John said, whispering in her ear.

Sienna smiled gently as she leaned back and looked at John. " I kinda figured that."

"Can we go somewhere and talk later tonight?" John asked.

Sienna nodded. "Yeah...after my match, I have to find Matt and talk to him for a minute. But after that, I'll be going to the locker room. We can make plans then...figure out where we want to go after your match."

John nodded. "Alright. I'll meet you back at the locker room once we're done here."

Sienna grinned and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "I gotta go." she said as her music came on.

John grinned and slapped Sienna on the butt. "Go get 'em, girl."

Sienna winked and then turned, walking out on stage. It was time for her match.

Later on in the show on Monday Night Raw...

"This match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from ECW, the tag team of Victoria and Steven Richards!"

Steven Richards and Victoria came out on stage. Victoria was rubbing her ribs, already sore from an earlier attack at the hands of Rage. Once they were in the ring, Lillian announced their opponent.

"And their opponent, she is the newest WWE Diva...Rage!"

Rage came out on stage, a fist in the air. When the fans started chanting her name, Rage took a deep breath and walked down the ramp. She kept her eye on her two opponents as she climbed into the ring.

After a few seconds of talking, Steven Richards and Victoria decided that Victoria would start it off with Rage, leaving Richards as a back up in case Victoria got into trouble. Rage knew beforehand that this was going to happen and she had prepared for it too. She was planning on taking Richards out, so that Victoria had nothing to fall back on.

Rage and Victoria circled eachother. Victoria lashed a foot out, catching Rage in the stomach by surprise. Rage bent over with a gasp, her hand on her stomach. Victoria grabbed her hair and jammed an elbow into her head. A second and a third followed, and Rage stumbled back against the ropes.

Victoria grabbed Rage's arm, propelling her towards the opposite side of the ring. Rage skipped across the ring, fell back on the ropes and then sprung forward, knocking Victoria down with a clothesline. While Victoria was down, Rage ran over and used her body as a battering ram to knock Steven Richards off the apron. Steven Richards head bounced off the top of the security wall and then fell back to the arena floor.

As Victoria got to her feet, Rage tried to knock her back down with another clothesline, but Victoria ducked underneath Rage's arm. Victoria jumped, her feet slamming against Rage's chest in a drop kick. Rage fell face first to the mat, gasping in pain. Victoria flipped her over and went for the cover.

"One...two...and a kick out by Rage!" J.R. exclaimed.

Victoria got to her feet and landed a kick to the midsection of Rage. Twice more, her hard-toed boot dug a course into Rage's ribs. Pulling Rage up by the hair, Victoria landed a forearm across the top of Rage's head.

Once again, Rage was propelled towards the opposite side of the rings. Rage fell back against the ropes and sprang forward, ducking under Victoria's outstretched arm and then turned. Rage grabbed Victoria around the throat and brought her down to the mat in a neck breaker. Rage went for the cover.

"One...Two..Th...and Victoria gets a shoulder up!" King said.

Victoria slowly crawled towards her corner where Steven Richards was just beginning to climb back up on the apron. Rage was able to get to her feet and pull Victoria away from the corner before she got a tag. Rage landed a kick to Victoria's ribs. Grabbing Victoria's hair, Rage lifts the diva to her feet and slams her back down in a suplex.

Instead of going for the cover, Rage runs at Steven again, knocking him off the apron for the second time in one night. Richards body slams hard against the security wall and crumbled to the floor. That done, Rage turns back to Victoria.

Rage crouches as Victoria starts to get up. The crowd cheers, knowing what's coming. As soon as Victoria's back on her feet, Rage sends her back down with a deadly spear. Rage rolls to her feet and climbs to the top turnbuckle. She does a double twist in the air and lands a leg across Victoria's neck.

"It's the Rage Factor!" J.R. said. "An she's going for the cover...One...Two...Three!"

"She's done it! Rage has defeated Victoria and Steven Richards!" King exclaimed.

Rage rolled off Victoria after getting a three count, and stood, letting the ref raise her hand. The fans cheered as Rage lifted herself to the middle rope and put a fist in the air, celebrating her victory. When Rage hopped down from the ropes, she was grabbed by her hair from behind and flung backwards to the mat. Rage curled on her side, grabbing her head. Steven Richards stood over her, pissed off that she had won.

Steven reached down and pulled Rage up by her hair. Rage's fingers frantically grasped at his, trying to relieve the pressure on her hair. Richards used her hair to plant her head first into the top turnbuckle. Rage stumbled back against the ropes, using them to help her balance. Stevens slid out of the ring and grabbed a steel chair. Moving behind Rage, he slammed the chair onto Rage's back from the outside of the ring.

Rage cried out in pain and stumbled forward, falling onto the mat. A hand reached around to lay against her spine as her back arched and she gasped, trying to catch her breath. Steven Richards slid the steel chair into the ring, then followed suit. He stood beside Rage, chair in hand. With a sinister smile, the chair was lifted above his head, but before he could do anything the chair was yanked out of his hands.

"It's John Cena! He's come to save his manager!"

Steven Richards turned and found himself lifted over John Cena's head. John slammed the other man down in an F-U. He was about to start the 5-knuckle shuffle, when he felt Victoria jump on his back. Rage got to her feet, as she saw Victoria land some punches to John Cena's head. With a growl, Rage jumped over there to help John.

Rage's hands wound themselves in Victoria's hair and then yanked down hard. Victoria was pulled off John Cena's back and onto the mat. As Victoria groaned in agony, Rage landed a kick to her ribs. Steven Richards, who had rolled out of the ring by this time, ran over and pulled Victoria out of the ring and out of harms way.

The camera fades out with a shot of Steven Richards helping Victoria walk up the ramp backwards while spewing threats towards John Cena and Rage, who were standing in the ring, arms raised in victory.