Title: Not Included

Author: Wrestling-Jessikah

Email: jessiecar68@hotmail.com

Rating: R

Content: Language, talk of adult issues (maybe)

Characters: Stephanie McMahon, Chris Jericho, John Cena, Victoria, and Sable

Pairings: Stephanie/Jericho, Sable/Torrie *maybe*, John Cena/Victoria, Molly/Stevie Richards (indirect mention)

Spoilers: The kiss between Torrie and Sable.

Disclaimer: I own no one. But I do know where they keep the contracts…Oh One Last Cry was originally sung by Brian McKnight. John Cena performs it this time.

Notes: In this story everyone in the WWE lives the lives that their on screen characters do. There is no roster split. This means no GM's! Vince owns everything and everyone! There's only one spoiler, and I made everything else up. I know I said that I dislike slash, but I give in…only this once. It is not graphic, actually it is not even physical. It is an infatuation between two heterosexual women.

Timeline:

Stephanie: Married to Hunter and a total bitch. (sort of)

Sable: Just came back, and in love with Torrie.

Victoria: Crazy as all heck, and single.

Chris Jericho: A jackass and in love with Stephanie.

John Cena: A hip-hop rapper/wrestler and in love with Victoria.

Summary: Um…The title says it all.

READ THE NOTES SO YOU WILL NOT BE LOST! CHARACTER POV'S WILL CHANGE, SO PAY ATTENTION!

John Cena's POV

**Monday Night Raw**

He stared at his ceiling sternly in thought. He was thinking about her. The way her lips curved when she smiled, her magnificent body jumping from the turnbuckle, everything he wished he had. He would shed no more tears. He had to accept the fact that she would never love him. His lips moved slowly as he sung to the tune in his head:

My shattered dreams and broken heart,

Are mending on the shelf.

I saw you holding hands and standing close to someone else.

Still I sit all alone,

Wishing all my feeling was gone.

I give my best to you.

Nothing for me to do.

But have one last cry, One last cry.

Before I leave it all behind.

I got to put you out of my mind, this time

Been living a lie

I guess I 'm down to my last cry…

I'll always love you Victoria.

He let his final tear slip and he turned and fell into a fitful sleep.

** The next SmackDown**

"Word Life!"

John Cena finished his promo, walked to the catering cart, and helped himself to a sandwich. He leaned on the wall as he consumed his meal. He watched the monitor as Ivory, Trish and Victoria fought in an evening gown match. Victoria bulldogged both girls and ripped off the dresses. She held them in victory as the bell sounded. She proceeded to get her "Possessed look" and continued to beat the girls. She walked backstage and her features automatically changed. Her face fell soft as she walked to where John was standing. 'Was she coming towards me?' John finished off his sandwich and was about to leave when Victoria called him.

"Hey John wait!"

"Oh, h-hi Victoria, what's up?"

"Um, I wanted to know if you would, um go out with me tonight?"

"M-me, go out w-with you. Are you serious?"

"Well John I didn't know that it was so funny, never mind."

"No wait. I'd love to go out with you. When should I be ready?"

"Um seven. I'll pick you up at your hotel room."

"Do you know which one it is?"

"It's the one right next to me and Molly's."

"Okay. See you later then?"

"Yeah, later. Oh and John, dress in something casual. Bye!"

John watched as she walked away. As soon as she turned the corner, he jumped up high with a fist in the air. She likes me! She really likes me! He ran to his locker room to get ready for tonight.

*Sable's POV *

The girls had sat around the big screen television set as the movie started. Sable slid into an empty recliner and proceeded to blend in. As the movie concluded, a box of tissues was passed around. Lita addressed Trish when she noticed Sable sitting next to her.

"Did we wake you Sable?"

"No, I heard you all watching so I wandered in."

"Oh, well. Girls lets go party!"

Everyone picked up their things and went to the door. Trish stayed behind with the excuse that she didn't feel well. After the coast was clear, she turned to Sable and smiled.

"Don't Mind Li. She can be rude at times.--Why didn't you ask to go?"

"Where I come from we don't ask, we wait to be offered."

"Oh. We all see you as our idol. You set the standards for us and we don't take that lightly. Some of the girls wanted to ask, but we weren't sure if you'd want to go."

"Why is it that they always think I'm sleeping?"

The two women laughed. They sat crossed-legged in front of the couch watching action movies (They hate chick fliks) and talked. Trish was very much like Sable. Other than her features, their personalities agreed. They fell into conversation again.

"Do you really like Torrie?"

"Yeah, she's nice."

"No, I mean like in a not-so-friendly way?"

"You won't tell…"

"I promise."

"Well, a little. It's not like sexually though. Sometimes, I want to be next to her or I want to smell her hair. Do you think its weird?"

"Not really. I understand completely. I used to have this crush on Molly. She was all virginal and stuff. I thought I was gay. I went to a therapist and she told me it was normal for a woman to feel this way. She told me that almost all heterosexual women have feelings for their own sex. It is supposed to be an 'experimental phase'. You'll get over it."

"I hope so."

The other girls arrived a few hours later to find Trish asleep on the floor and Sable asleep on the couch. Dawn Marie decided to leave them as they were as she ushered her friends to the door. Lita was the only diva that resented Sable. She said that the "new generation" didn't need anyone from the past because the old story lines would follow. Dawn knew there was more to that story, but she decided not to press the issue. She dimmed the lights to the hotel suite and went into her room.

Chris Jericho's POV

Chris could not believe what he was about to do. He stood in front of Stephanie and Hunter's locker room. He was going to apologize. He was going to apologize to Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley. Before he was about to knock a loud crash sounded in the locker room. Chris lifted his ear to the door and listened.

"What are you blind, or just stupid! Pick this up, NOW! We have a match in ten minutes, and you going to wear this."

Chris heard footsteps and shuffling as the two occupants moved around in the room. There was a second crash followed by a splash. Chris again lifted his ear to the door.

"That's it Stephanie! I'm sick and tired of you—you slut! Get out! Don't even come to the match!"

Chris heard Stephanie's high heels getting louder and tried his best to look casual. He walked up the hallway with his eyes glued to the travel guide he kept in his back pocket. Stephanie came out of the locker room and slumped against the nearby wall. Her shoulders racked with sobs and her barely audible cries filled the deserted hallway. Chris took this as his sign and walked over to where she sat.

"What's wrong Princess?"

"Why do you care Jericho?"

"Because I am a gentlemen at heart."

"You have a heart?"

"Ha ha Princess very funny. Wanna come with me for a while?"

"Why are you being so nice? What do you want?"

"I want some company, that's all."

"O-Okay."

Helping her up, Chris and Stephanie padded off towards his locker room."

Stephanie's POV

Stephanie stood over Hunter as she put his hair in a ponytail. He had a match with Booker T in ten minutes. She took the brush off the nearby tray and pulled his hair back. She blindly reached for the comb when the tray fell to the floor. Hunter stood and turned to look at her.

"What are you blind, or just stupid! Pick this up, NOW! We have a match in ten minutes, and you going to wear this."

She put the red halter-top and skin-tight vinyl pants aside, finishing his hair and putting everything on the tray. He lay on the floor, stretching, as Stephanie finished with the tray of supplies. Hunter placed his water bottle on the tray before finishing his sit-ups. Stephanie turned and knocked the water bottle, along with the tray to the floor again. Hunter jumped up and stared furiously at Stephanie before he said,

"That's it Stephanie! I'm sick and tired of you—you slut! Get out! Don't even come to the match!"

She left without another word. She was always clumsy around him. She should have known that he would be on a short fuse tonight. She slumped against the wall and started to cry. She felt a small breeze and looked up to see none other than Chris Jericho. She did not need this right now, she thought as Chris began to speak.

"What's wrong Princess?"

"Why do you care Jericho?"

"Because I am a gentlemen at heart."

"You have a heart?"

"Ha ha Princess very funny. Wanna come with me for a while?"

"Why are you being so nice? What do you want?"

"I want some company, that's all."

"O-Okay."

He helped her up, and together they went to Chris' locker room.

Victoria's POV

***Monday Night Raw***

She walked tiredly down the hall of the Four Seasons Hotel. Her body ached from too much exercising and her mind from too much reading. She approached her room and was about to unlock the door when a noise interrupted her. The soft melodious voice of a young man withered in her ear. She found it to be coming from the room next to hers. She knew whom the occupant was, but that couldn't be him singing. John Cena was a rapper, not an R & B singer. She stepped closer to his door and listened.

My shattered dreams and broken heart,

Are mending on the shelf.

I saw you holding hands and standing close to someone else.

Still I sit all alone,

Wishing all my feeling was gone.

I give my best to you.

Nothing for me to do.

But have one last cry, One last cry.

Before I leave it all behind.

I got to put you out of my mind, this time

Been living a lie

I guess I 'm down to my last cry…

I'll always love you Victoria.

Her name felt like daggers in her ears. She felt her heart began to race and her breathing became erratic. 'John Cena likes her?' It must be another Victoria. She unlocked her door and went inside. As usual, Molly and Stevie were making out so Victoria made it to her room unnoticed. She pondered that moment all night. She decided that she would confirm later this week. What did she have to lose?

***The next SmackDown***

She finished her match with Trish and Ivory and went backstage. She spotted him leaning against the wall, eating a sandwich. She went over to him. Was he running from her? She called to him.

"Hey John wait!"

"Oh, h-hi Victoria, what's up?"

"Um, I wanted to know if you would, um go out with me tonight?"

"M-me, go out w-with you. Are you serious?"

"Well John I didn't know that it was so funny, never mind."

"No wait. I'd love to go out with you. When should I be ready?"

"Um seven. I'll pick you up at your hotel room."

"Do you know which one it is?"

"It's the one right next to me and Molly's."

"Okay. See you later then?"

"Yeah, later. Oh and John, dress in something casual. Bye!"

She turned the corner and breathed a sigh of relief. Her really liked her. Someone actually likes her! She went to the Divas' dressing room to get ready.

A/N:

Hey everybody! I am posting this because I was bored. Hoped you like it. This is going to be a bit longer than my other story, "A Hero For ME (REWRITE)" {Advertising!!!} Anyway, I hope to post at least twice a week. Bye!

Jessikah