The New Diva
John sat in his locker room where he and Destiny had fought in. He was still glaring at the door in which she had passed through only a week before hand. His eyes were glued to the door as if it had grown legs and a mouth and was currently dancing around while singing a joyful tune. The only difference was that he wasn't happy.
John was infuriated. His eyes bore into the door like two laser beams. John put his hands into fists; slowly curling and uncurling his fingers. He dropped his gaze to those strong, fierce hands and once again glanced at the solid, mahogany wooden door. He felt as if he could punch a hole in it right about now.
After a few, tension-filled minutes, he dropped his head. His head was swimming with so many thoughts that his head ached. He clutched his forehead and stood up slowly. It was a new SmackDown, and his match was coming up next.
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Destiny was in her newly awarded locker room. Faith and Hope were sitting beside her. Destiny was wearing a pair of denim jeans, and a tight black tanktop. She had her hair down, and was wearing a black mask. Hope suddenly stood up and knelt down in front of Destiny. Her low-cut pants showed her hot pink thong. She was also wearing a matching hot pink tank top just like Destiny's.
"Girl, why don't you just go and apologize or whatever?" Hope suggested.
"Because, Hope! It's not that easy! She was supposed to come here, and just get him thinking. Well, he is, but not in that way. Well, sort of, but, well, you know!" Faith stammered, getting so frustrated that she couldn't talk straight. She, too, was wearing a black tank top. She was wearing tight black leather pants though. Her blue-ish, purple eyes sparkled. Her hair fell over her shoulders in tight, spiral curls.
"Well, yeah, but Faith! YOU'RE missing the point now! Faith, she actually really likes him. She might even be in love with him! Sorry, Dest-Girl, but I had to say that!" Hope said, in a soft voice. Her emerald eyes were intense, and her long, jet-black hair shone like silk in the light, just shimmering beautifully.
"It's ok, Hope. It's just the truth. I probably do love him, guys. I don't know what to do with myself lately. I used to be the leader of the group. I knew exactly what to do for us. Now, with this whole situation, I've backed myself into a corner that I simply cannot get out of! Faith, but I do know one thing. I need to go apologize to John. I took my frustration out on him. Just because he wasn't doing what we had planned doesn't mean anything. I should be calm near him, not ready to tear his head off! That was terribly stupid of me. Faith, can I please go talk to him before his match?"
Faith smiled, "Of course! You know I love ya. Go get yo' man!" All the girls started laughing, and Destiny hugged both girls, and ran to go find John before his match. ~~~~~~~~~~~~***********~~~~~~~~~~~~~
John was just coming out of his locker room when he saw Destiny running towards him. He gasped, and hung his head. She's so fucking beautiful! John thought to himself. Why the hell can't I stay mad at her, dammit?
"Hey," Destiny said, slowing to a walk as she approached John. She was slightly out of breath.
"Yeah, hey," John said, raising his head to look at her face, but couldn't force himself to look her in the eyes. When she had tried several times to make eye contact, he just dropped his head, and stared at his shoes. Why the fuck does she have this power over me? John thought once again.
"Look, I wanted to apologize for what happened last week. I snapped at you even though it wasn't your fault. I acted like a bitch, can you forgive me, John?" Destiny almost started to cry. She didn't think it would be that emotional to say those words. Maybe I do love him. Destiny thought that, and dropped her gaze, and played with her thumb.
"Do you really mean that?" John said, bringing his head up to look at her face.
"Yeah," Destiny said, still looking down, shamefully.
"Hey, hey, hey. Don't cry now. It's all right baby, don't cry," John said, reaching out with his thumb to bring her head up.
"John, I need to tell you something," Destiny said, being forced to look up at him.
"Shhh, baby. It can wait a few minutes. My match is on now. I know that Brock is going to be out there first, but he should be coming out right now. Wanna come out with me, sweetheart?" John's voice broke a little as he said that last word. He had never called a girl that since....well....a long time ago. Usually he called the girls, which he just slept with and left a note with them telling them 'bye ~n~ it was fun, baby. Destiny was different though. He felt a deep connection with her. It was as if he had known her before...
"Yeah, I'd really like to. John, can I have a hug?"
"You can have whatever you'd like, sweetie. All you have to do is ask, and you shall receive," John said, taking Destiny into his arms. He kissed her on her forehead, another loving gesture he had only given one girl in the past. Why the hell is it that every time I am around Destiny, she reminds me so much of her? Damn, it's like this is just a flashback that it unbelievably real. Destiny broke the hug, and laid her head on his shoulders. John pulled her closer, and held her hand. Destiny giggled like a little schoolgirl.
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**Word life, its basic thuganomics. I'm untouchable, but I'm forcing you to feel me! **
Brock Lesnar jumped about the ring, getting ready, as John Cena's music hit. He got a growl on his face, and was pissed. This was going to be his last night here, but he was damned if he's let some jerk like John beat him.
John Cena walked out holding Destiny's hand. They were both smiling as the fans chanted their names.
"John....John! Dest-I-ny! Dest-I-ny!"
John jumped in the ring, and took off his lock and chain. He handed it to the lovely Destiny, and took off his shirt. The females in the crowd started screaming, and Destiny looked around. John saw the insecure look on her face, and felt a deep pang of pain deep down in his heart. He called her name and when she looked at him, he winked. She smiled, and blushed and he turned around only to get punched in the face. The bell sounded, and the match began.
John sat in his locker room where he and Destiny had fought in. He was still glaring at the door in which she had passed through only a week before hand. His eyes were glued to the door as if it had grown legs and a mouth and was currently dancing around while singing a joyful tune. The only difference was that he wasn't happy.
John was infuriated. His eyes bore into the door like two laser beams. John put his hands into fists; slowly curling and uncurling his fingers. He dropped his gaze to those strong, fierce hands and once again glanced at the solid, mahogany wooden door. He felt as if he could punch a hole in it right about now.
After a few, tension-filled minutes, he dropped his head. His head was swimming with so many thoughts that his head ached. He clutched his forehead and stood up slowly. It was a new SmackDown, and his match was coming up next.
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Destiny was in her newly awarded locker room. Faith and Hope were sitting beside her. Destiny was wearing a pair of denim jeans, and a tight black tanktop. She had her hair down, and was wearing a black mask. Hope suddenly stood up and knelt down in front of Destiny. Her low-cut pants showed her hot pink thong. She was also wearing a matching hot pink tank top just like Destiny's.
"Girl, why don't you just go and apologize or whatever?" Hope suggested.
"Because, Hope! It's not that easy! She was supposed to come here, and just get him thinking. Well, he is, but not in that way. Well, sort of, but, well, you know!" Faith stammered, getting so frustrated that she couldn't talk straight. She, too, was wearing a black tank top. She was wearing tight black leather pants though. Her blue-ish, purple eyes sparkled. Her hair fell over her shoulders in tight, spiral curls.
"Well, yeah, but Faith! YOU'RE missing the point now! Faith, she actually really likes him. She might even be in love with him! Sorry, Dest-Girl, but I had to say that!" Hope said, in a soft voice. Her emerald eyes were intense, and her long, jet-black hair shone like silk in the light, just shimmering beautifully.
"It's ok, Hope. It's just the truth. I probably do love him, guys. I don't know what to do with myself lately. I used to be the leader of the group. I knew exactly what to do for us. Now, with this whole situation, I've backed myself into a corner that I simply cannot get out of! Faith, but I do know one thing. I need to go apologize to John. I took my frustration out on him. Just because he wasn't doing what we had planned doesn't mean anything. I should be calm near him, not ready to tear his head off! That was terribly stupid of me. Faith, can I please go talk to him before his match?"
Faith smiled, "Of course! You know I love ya. Go get yo' man!" All the girls started laughing, and Destiny hugged both girls, and ran to go find John before his match. ~~~~~~~~~~~~***********~~~~~~~~~~~~~
John was just coming out of his locker room when he saw Destiny running towards him. He gasped, and hung his head. She's so fucking beautiful! John thought to himself. Why the hell can't I stay mad at her, dammit?
"Hey," Destiny said, slowing to a walk as she approached John. She was slightly out of breath.
"Yeah, hey," John said, raising his head to look at her face, but couldn't force himself to look her in the eyes. When she had tried several times to make eye contact, he just dropped his head, and stared at his shoes. Why the fuck does she have this power over me? John thought once again.
"Look, I wanted to apologize for what happened last week. I snapped at you even though it wasn't your fault. I acted like a bitch, can you forgive me, John?" Destiny almost started to cry. She didn't think it would be that emotional to say those words. Maybe I do love him. Destiny thought that, and dropped her gaze, and played with her thumb.
"Do you really mean that?" John said, bringing his head up to look at her face.
"Yeah," Destiny said, still looking down, shamefully.
"Hey, hey, hey. Don't cry now. It's all right baby, don't cry," John said, reaching out with his thumb to bring her head up.
"John, I need to tell you something," Destiny said, being forced to look up at him.
"Shhh, baby. It can wait a few minutes. My match is on now. I know that Brock is going to be out there first, but he should be coming out right now. Wanna come out with me, sweetheart?" John's voice broke a little as he said that last word. He had never called a girl that since....well....a long time ago. Usually he called the girls, which he just slept with and left a note with them telling them 'bye ~n~ it was fun, baby. Destiny was different though. He felt a deep connection with her. It was as if he had known her before...
"Yeah, I'd really like to. John, can I have a hug?"
"You can have whatever you'd like, sweetie. All you have to do is ask, and you shall receive," John said, taking Destiny into his arms. He kissed her on her forehead, another loving gesture he had only given one girl in the past. Why the hell is it that every time I am around Destiny, she reminds me so much of her? Damn, it's like this is just a flashback that it unbelievably real. Destiny broke the hug, and laid her head on his shoulders. John pulled her closer, and held her hand. Destiny giggled like a little schoolgirl.
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**Word life, its basic thuganomics. I'm untouchable, but I'm forcing you to feel me! **
Brock Lesnar jumped about the ring, getting ready, as John Cena's music hit. He got a growl on his face, and was pissed. This was going to be his last night here, but he was damned if he's let some jerk like John beat him.
John Cena walked out holding Destiny's hand. They were both smiling as the fans chanted their names.
"John....John! Dest-I-ny! Dest-I-ny!"
John jumped in the ring, and took off his lock and chain. He handed it to the lovely Destiny, and took off his shirt. The females in the crowd started screaming, and Destiny looked around. John saw the insecure look on her face, and felt a deep pang of pain deep down in his heart. He called her name and when she looked at him, he winked. She smiled, and blushed and he turned around only to get punched in the face. The bell sounded, and the match began.