Chapter 2
"Y'all right, Sophie?" Theodore Long asked his daughter quietly as they rode to the stadium at Survivor Series in their stretch limo. She nodded quietly. To tell the truth, she was ecstatic inside, yet she was afraid if she opened her mouth she'd have a little hissy fangirl screaming fit. Her first Pay Per View, and it was a tremendous line-up. JBL vs. Booker T for the WWE Championship (though she highly doubted that Booker would get the title, as JBL always cheated), Undertaker vs. Heidenreich, Billy Kidman, Chavo Guerrero, Spike Dudley and Rey Mysterio in a Fatal Fourway match for the Cruiserweight Title, and most importantly, Eddie Guerrero, RVD, The Big Show and John Cena vs. Kurt Angle, Luther Reigns, Mark Jindrak and Carlito Carribean Cool. It would definitely be big.
The limo screeched to a halt, and Sophie Long got out in a pretty sparkling black dress. Her dark hair was behind her in a ponytail and she was anxious to watch the action from the private box at the top with her Father, the General Manager.
…
As Carlito Carribean Cool made her way out, she narrowed her eyes viciously at him. Theodore Long felt his daughter tense, and let her. He knew that she had a fiery temper, but she would cool down sooner or later. But it was when John Cena came out when he surprised her.
She was silent as the crowd went ballistic. Her eyes were as round as saucers when John Cena made the Word Life sign and ran towards Carlito. Her hands were in fists, and her face changed in a concentrative stance. She was egging on John Cena all right. Just inwardly.
She gave a beaming grin when the winners, Eddie Guerrero, RVD, Big Show and Cena emerged victorious. Thank God for that.
…
She was packing up her things, her Father saying that he'd meet her in the car. Wandering down the hallway, she felt something drop from her bag and knelt down to pick it up.
"Hey, let me help you with tha—" a male voice said, cut off as she stood up. She dropped whatever she was holding again, her eyes once again bulging slightly. It was, undoubtedly, John Cena, of whom was also lost for words.
She recovered first, however, and gave him a smile, which made him blink several times, and recover himself.
"That was a great match out there," She said, bending down to pick up her dropped item and putting it in her bag.
"Thanks," He said, "D'ya mind if I walk you out to your car?"
"Not at all," she replied, and without warning their hands brushed past each other. They met each other's eyes.
I see you lookin'
Like what you see?
Boy, now don't be shy
And look at her
face in opportunity
They quickly looked away, Sophie's unseen hand trembling slightly, and John Cena's stomach having plummeted the first time he saw her.
"Hey playa, that was a great match out there!" Theodore Long's voice rang out of the car. "Glad to see you brought over my daughter, here!"
"Daughter?" John Cena said, raising a brow. "You know, I had no idea."
"Yeah, that's right," Sophie said, giving her things to the limo-driver. "Playa," she added, chuckling slightly, and John grinned at her.
"Hey, how's bout you and I catch up for a drink sometime?" He asked her, giving her his number.
"That would be great," she said. "Now you'd better believe that."
She stifled her giggles, as John winked at her, before going back inside the building.
"What was that all about, Soph?" Theodore Long asked his daughter on the way back. She smiled.
"I think I'm going to like it here, Dad," she said, her mind lost in thoughts of John Cena kicking Carlito's butt.
…
"Oh My God, Sophie, are you serious?" The excited voice of Torrie Wilson almost screeched in her ear over her cellphone. "John Cena's asked you out on a date?"
"It's only dinner!" Sophie said, although her mind bustling with the possibilities. "I can't really believe it myself."
"You'd better believe that!" Jackie's voice sounded on the other line, and they all burst into hysterical laughter.
"Anyway, I better go get ready, 'playas'," Miss Long said, chuckling. "I'll see you all on Thursday!"
Ending the call, she looked at what she was wearing. She looked very spectacular. John had informed her that he was taking her out to a movie. That's all. But many different things happen in movies, she couldn't help thinking. She was wearing a top which accentuated her figure, and some jeans. Casual, but cool.
A sharp beeping of the horn sounded outside. She peered out of the window, and grinned. John had managed to borrow one of Eddie's cars. Making her way down, she grinned and waved, somewhat nervously at his presence. Vaulting into the car, he gaped at her agility.
"Looks like there are a few things I don't know about you, then," he said, looking sideways at her and giving her a grin.
"You have no idea," she muttered, as the car zoomed off. "I don't believe you ever got my name though, Cena."
"Yeah, that's right," he said, "I'm guessing it's not Foxy Lady,"
She laughed. A laugh which sent shivers up his spine. "Nope. It's Sophie. However you may call me Soph."
He grinned. "Alright, Soph."
…
They were watching the movie, Dawn of the Dead. Sophie was munching on popcorn, her eyes wide. A few times she gave a little yelp at the blood and didn't mind at all when John put an arm around her. In fact it felt rather cosy. But her thoughts were interrupted when another male voice heard from behind her.
"Hey John," it whispered, almost making her jump out of her skin. Turning, she saw the familiar face of RVD, with Torrie Wilson. Sophie grinned smugly at her, and she grinned smugly back. The other pair moved next to John and Sophie.
"Fancy seeing you here, man," Rob said, shaking John's hand and giving Soph a hug, before whispering, "John saw you in the box. I honestly thought he'd wet his pants in awe."
"I heard that, man!" John said loudly, causing a few people to 'SHHHT' around them. A sharp slash was heard and red went across the screen, causing both Torrie and Sophie to scream. RVD gave John a grin and they both put their arms behind their dates.
"Are there any other unscheduled guests?" Sophie whispered to Torrie.
"Only one." A male voice whispered behind her causing her to almost spill her drink over her when she realised that the voice belonged to Carlito Carribean Cool.
John Cena made to stand up in anger, but Sophie stopped him, reminding him about the movie.
"So, hanging around with John Cena, I see…" Carlito said slyly. "That's not cool."
She winced as she felt apple remains fly onto her from the mouth of Carlito. Next minute people were running to get out of the cinema as John Cena pounced on Carlito, RVD helping. Sophie and Torrie grabbed each others' hand and made to get out, but someone blocked them.
"Leaving so early, ladies?" the sly voice of Jesus asked. Sophie glared up at him and gave him another powerful clothesline. She made to kick him whilst he was down, but he grabbed her foot. Squealing aloud, she was surprised to see a security guard nearby fly at Jesus, making her released from his tight grip. Wondering who this could be, she felt the lights come on and saw the glimmer of purple makeup.
"RICO?!"
