A/N: Having some serious writer's block. Sorry if this chapter sucks! Y'all know who I own and who I don't.
On the Road Again:
Orlando, FL
Ashley's POV:
The past few weeks had gone by at a lighting speed. Everyone was very happy for John and I, although a few thought we were moving way too fast. Only two people weren't too thrilled about our engagement, Rene Dupree and Dawn Marie. I knew that Dawn was jealous, but I wasn't sure why Dupree cared. I didn't really care either! My ribs were healing up quickly, and my face wasn't a mess any more. The cut on my lip was barely noticeable, and my face wasn't swollen.
John's birthday was in one day, April 23rd, and I was able to plan something special for him. Randy and Stacy had agreed to watch Sydney for the rest of the week. Yea, Stacy had gotten herself transferred to SmackDown, and was now the new girl on Evolution. She was also Randy's onscreen girlfriend, which worked out really well, since they were seriously dating. The writers got wind of John and me, and worked it to their advantage. They were going to have John propose down the road, and eventually have an onscreen marriage, which would be a double wedding with Jackie and Charlie. I was so happy for Jackie, Charlie had really proposed to Jackie, just last night! She was bubblier than ever! Rico had taken charge of his new role as the "official wedding planner," of the WWE. John and Charlie did not like the idea of Rico trying to get his measurements, but Jackie and I thought that it was hilarious!
Tonight was going to be a tough match for John. He was up against the Undertaker. Now, in real life, Mark is a gentle giant, but in his stage getup, he is scary as hell! John was in store for quite a beating, and even acting can take its tole on your body! Tonight was also my return to the side of the ring. I guess I had become liked by the fans for some reason, and had been missed for the past few weeks! I had to wear this slitted, really, really low cut top, and low-rise jeans, that had slits in the back pockets!. Everything was just so, low!
"John, I feel like a hooch. It barely covers any of me, why should I even bother to wear it?"
"Hey, I like the sound of that! You look great babe, don't worry about it! Just don't let those things fall out!" John said pointing to my boobs! "Now, I wouldn't mind that either, but only I get to look at those! It's another one of the many bonuses!"
"You are a PERV John! Now only good little boys get their birthday presents, so I'd shape up if I were you!"
"Aww, come on baby, I'm being good!" he said as he leaned in to kiss me.
Somehow we ended up on the locker room floor, only to be interrupted by a backstage worker.
"Oh my, I'm sorry. I knocked, but didn't get a response! Sorry if I'm interrupting!" he gasped as he surveyed the situation, and saw John's hand still up my shirt. "It's time for you guys to shoot your promo. I'll be back in a few minutes. Ya better get ready." He quickly fled the room, leaving right before John and I burst out laughing.
"That poor guy! How did we end up on the floor John?"
"He defiantly got quite a show! I don't know, but this floor is really cold on your back."
I looked and saw that John was shirtless, and I was almost shirtless.
"Yea baby, it is really cold. Come on, we gotta clean up!" John quickly got up, and pulled me up with him. I ran over to the mirror, and fixed my hair and applied some more lipstick. John was digging through his bag looking for his shirt.
"Ash, I can't find my shirt! Have you seen it?"
"No, I haven't. Oh, wait. It's back at the hotel. Just go shirtless, ya look hotter that way!" I smirked. "Come on honey, we gotta go."
John suddenly got a grin on his face, and ran over to me.
"How's your rib?"
"It's feeling fine. Better than new!" Which was honestly the truth."
"That's good!"
"Mommy, daddy! Guess what!?"
"What Syd?" John and I said in unison.
"I taught Pinky how to play dead. Watch! Pinky, come here!" Pinky came running in the room, and stopped next to Sydney. That dog had been growing!
"Pinky, die!" Syd said. Simultaneously Pinky rolled onto her back, and didn't move.
"Wow, you did a good job Syd!" I said, impressed with my daughter's training ability.
"That's awesome Syd! Keep up the good work!" John said.
"Sweetie, me and daddy have to go to work now. If you watch, remember that it's all pretend, and daddy isn't really hurt, ok?"
"Otay, Uncle Randy and Aunt Tacy are coming to color with me and Pinky."
"That's great honey. Now give us a kiss and hug!" I said. She came over and gave us each a kiss on the cheek, and a great big hug.
"You look pretty mommy!"
"Thanks Syd, bye for now!" I turned around, and started to walk out the door, when John suddenly picked me up, and threw me over his shoulder. Sydney just sat there giggling.
"Sydney, tell daddy to put me down!" I yelled.
"Sorry mommy, I think its funny! Hehe!"
"See, she's on my side now! Muwhahaha!" John laughed as he ran out the door with me still on his shoulder.
"John Felix Anthony Cena, if you drop me I will kick your ass!" I screamed.
"Come on baby, don't you trust me?"
"I'm still trying to decide on that!" Right after I said that, John abruptly stopped running, and tossed me into the air. I was bracing myself for my unpleasant fall to the ground, but was caught a few inches before I hit it.
"Do ya trust me now?"
"Yea, just don't ever do that AGAIN!" I couldn't pretend to be mad any longer, and finally cracked a smile. John started grinning and gently scooped me up in his arms, and carried me the rest of the way.
We did our promo, and had a few minutes to rest before Johns match. We were just chillin by the enterance, talking to Mark before the match.
"I think that it's great that you two are back together after five years. Something's are meant to be, like Sara and me. Congrats you two.
"Thanks Mark! You guys are welcome to come to the wedding. We'll let ya know when we set the date!"
"Sounds like a plan! Cena, time for your enterance."
John and I walked down the ramp and were cheered by hundreds of fans. He jumped up on the apron, and held the rope so I could enter the ring. We walked to the center, and listend as the fans yelled, "Kiss her, Kiss her!" I leaned into John, and we shared a passionate kiss in front of the whole arena. Everyone cheered for us, but fell silent and started cheering again when Mark's music began. I held onto John, because truth be told, I really did get creeped out by his enterance. Mark slowly made his way into the ring, and glared at both of us. I gave John one last kiss, and exited the ring, glaring back at Mark. The bell sounded, and they were off.
I watched as the match went along as planned, but got a little worried when I saw that both Mark and John were bleeding. They must have messed up. Mark's cut looked pretty big, slicing across his tattooed arm. John already had a bandaged on his arm. He cut it some how when he was lifting weights today. I noticed the gash right above the bandage. That was gonna hurt for a little while. Mark was able to get the pin on John, and the match was over. I dashed into the ring, by John's side and helped him up. We received one last glare from Mark, and then followed him up the ramp, and into the back.
"Sorry John, didn't mean to make ya bleed."
"No prob Mark, how's your arm. It looks a lot worse than mine."
"Eh, it's ok. I'm gonna go see the trainer now. See Y'all later."
"Bye Mark. Baby, is your arm really ok?"
"No, it stings like hell!" John said. We stopped by the medics to get another bandage for John's arm, and then made our way to the locker room.
On our way there, we ran into Rene Dupree.
"Watch it Cena" he warned.
"Why don't you watch it, ya fake accent French man."
"John, cut it out. Let's just go. He ain't even worth the thought." We continued walking down the hall, but stopped when Rene spoke again.
"You better listen to your little bitch Cena, she seems smarter than you'll ever be."
John turned around and charged towards Rene.
"No one calls Ashley a bitch. You are gonna pay Dupree!"
He grabbed Rene by his neck and slammed him into the wall. Rene seemed a bit shocked at first, but quickly came back to reality. They began punching, pushing, shoving, and kicking each other.
"John, stop it! You're gonna get suspended. He isn't worth it John, just stop!" I yelled. John threw one more punch at Rene, and knocked him out. He then put his arm around me, and ushered me away.