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Notes: Thanks for all the reviews, I love getting them...so keep reading & reviewing...a lot more people are liking this story than I thought!
It was 6:00am, and Trish woke up. She took a shower, and checked her voicemail. Out of 4 messages, 2 were from Rene Dupree. That didn't surprise her much. One was from Dawn, and one was from...John Cena!
The message was as follows:
Hey Trish...I had a great time at breakfast with you the other day. I just wanted to know if you'd be up for another little get-together sometime before the trip?...Just a suggestion...get in touch with me later...you know the number...word life
Trish sighed. He had such a sexy voice, even though she could tell he was a bit nervous leaving that message. She smiled to herself and wondered if it would seem desperate for her to call back so soon. She decided she'd go to the gym then call him when she got in...as for Rene Dupree...well, she deleted his two messages and she could talk to Dawn anytime.
Trish got dressed in a white tank top and a pair of loose grey sweatpants and headed to the gym. After a couple of hours, she'd decided that she had done enough for the day and she went back to her hotel room. She could see that the cleaning ladies had come, but there was a large bouquet of flowers on the table. She read the card and prayed that it would be from John, but it was from Rene. 'Shit, this guy's like a stalker.' she thought to herself. She locked her hotelroom door and walked into the washroom to take a shower.
---In John's Room---
John was working on some new rap material for the SmackDown taping, since the last time he did it improv, the FCC had a field day harassing Vince. He laughed at the thought that caused all of his material to be reviewed before he could actually use it from now on. It was 3:00 in the afternoon, and he was still sitting around in his boxers.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. He hoped it would be Trish, but it wasn't. It was...Dawn? What could Dawn Marie want?
"Gimme a sec!" He yelled through the door as he threw on a pair of his jean shorts and a jersey before answering the door.
"Hi Dawn..what brings you here?" John asked, confused.
"You, John." she said as she walked into his room. He couldn't help but notice that she was wearing a VERY short skirt, and a VERY low cut top. "Do you have a few minutes?" she asked, walking up to him.
John gulped. "Uh, I guess..." John answered as she sat down on the couch, practically on top of him.
"Good, because I wanted to discuss a few things with you."
"What things, Dawn?" John asked.
"Trish Stratus." Dawn grinned.
John immediately became alert. "What about her?"
"Well...I've noticed that you're paying alot of attention to her lately..and I just wanted to let you know that she's not interested in you that way. Maybe she could mess around with you a bit, but that girl, she's been around. And she's just going to keep doing what she does even if shes 'with' you."
John was shocked at what she had just said. Part of him wanted to kick her out of his room right away, but the other part of him was angry and wanted to know more. "Really." Was all that John could say.
"Not only that John, but she's forever talking about guys. Almost every guy in the locker room. She's a whore. You can't trust her." Dawn said. "Now, I wouldn't want you to get hurt...so promise me you won't get involved with her?" Dawn said, her face only inches away from his.
Just then, the phone rang. Dawn picked up. "Oh hi Trish. Yea, he's here. No, sorry he's a bit busy at the moment. Yep. Okay. Bye now." Dawn hung up the phone. "Now that she's taken care of, want to have some fun?" Dawn said in a seductive voice.
It was a tempting offer, but John still had some self-control. "No Dawn, and I think you should leave." John said firmly.
"Alright...but you'll come around...I know you will." With that, Dawn gave him a kiss and left.
--JOHNS POV---
I thought I knew Trish...she's not like that...or is she? I guess I'll have to talk to her about it...still..that just pisses me off...and what the hell! Am I loosing my edge or what? I just had a chance to get laid by Dawn Marie, and I gave it up for some girl that probably only thinks of me as a friend...or worse, a one-night stand.
---TRISHS POV---
Why the hell was Dawn in John's room?! And what does she mean busy?...Oh my God! If she meant...shit...how could she do this? I thought she was my friend!...well I guess I'm just going to have to kick her ass at the next show...and as for John...oh, he's getting trouble from me...and unless he can explain himself, the trip is off.
Notes: Thanks for all the reviews, I love getting them...so keep reading & reviewing...a lot more people are liking this story than I thought!
It was 6:00am, and Trish woke up. She took a shower, and checked her voicemail. Out of 4 messages, 2 were from Rene Dupree. That didn't surprise her much. One was from Dawn, and one was from...John Cena!
The message was as follows:
Hey Trish...I had a great time at breakfast with you the other day. I just wanted to know if you'd be up for another little get-together sometime before the trip?...Just a suggestion...get in touch with me later...you know the number...word life
Trish sighed. He had such a sexy voice, even though she could tell he was a bit nervous leaving that message. She smiled to herself and wondered if it would seem desperate for her to call back so soon. She decided she'd go to the gym then call him when she got in...as for Rene Dupree...well, she deleted his two messages and she could talk to Dawn anytime.
Trish got dressed in a white tank top and a pair of loose grey sweatpants and headed to the gym. After a couple of hours, she'd decided that she had done enough for the day and she went back to her hotel room. She could see that the cleaning ladies had come, but there was a large bouquet of flowers on the table. She read the card and prayed that it would be from John, but it was from Rene. 'Shit, this guy's like a stalker.' she thought to herself. She locked her hotelroom door and walked into the washroom to take a shower.
---In John's Room---
John was working on some new rap material for the SmackDown taping, since the last time he did it improv, the FCC had a field day harassing Vince. He laughed at the thought that caused all of his material to be reviewed before he could actually use it from now on. It was 3:00 in the afternoon, and he was still sitting around in his boxers.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. He hoped it would be Trish, but it wasn't. It was...Dawn? What could Dawn Marie want?
"Gimme a sec!" He yelled through the door as he threw on a pair of his jean shorts and a jersey before answering the door.
"Hi Dawn..what brings you here?" John asked, confused.
"You, John." she said as she walked into his room. He couldn't help but notice that she was wearing a VERY short skirt, and a VERY low cut top. "Do you have a few minutes?" she asked, walking up to him.
John gulped. "Uh, I guess..." John answered as she sat down on the couch, practically on top of him.
"Good, because I wanted to discuss a few things with you."
"What things, Dawn?" John asked.
"Trish Stratus." Dawn grinned.
John immediately became alert. "What about her?"
"Well...I've noticed that you're paying alot of attention to her lately..and I just wanted to let you know that she's not interested in you that way. Maybe she could mess around with you a bit, but that girl, she's been around. And she's just going to keep doing what she does even if shes 'with' you."
John was shocked at what she had just said. Part of him wanted to kick her out of his room right away, but the other part of him was angry and wanted to know more. "Really." Was all that John could say.
"Not only that John, but she's forever talking about guys. Almost every guy in the locker room. She's a whore. You can't trust her." Dawn said. "Now, I wouldn't want you to get hurt...so promise me you won't get involved with her?" Dawn said, her face only inches away from his.
Just then, the phone rang. Dawn picked up. "Oh hi Trish. Yea, he's here. No, sorry he's a bit busy at the moment. Yep. Okay. Bye now." Dawn hung up the phone. "Now that she's taken care of, want to have some fun?" Dawn said in a seductive voice.
It was a tempting offer, but John still had some self-control. "No Dawn, and I think you should leave." John said firmly.
"Alright...but you'll come around...I know you will." With that, Dawn gave him a kiss and left.
--JOHNS POV---
I thought I knew Trish...she's not like that...or is she? I guess I'll have to talk to her about it...still..that just pisses me off...and what the hell! Am I loosing my edge or what? I just had a chance to get laid by Dawn Marie, and I gave it up for some girl that probably only thinks of me as a friend...or worse, a one-night stand.
---TRISHS POV---
Why the hell was Dawn in John's room?! And what does she mean busy?...Oh my God! If she meant...shit...how could she do this? I thought she was my friend!...well I guess I'm just going to have to kick her ass at the next show...and as for John...oh, he's getting trouble from me...and unless he can explain himself, the trip is off.