The first thing he noticed were those chocolate brown eyes. Her eyes could make you melt by just looking at them.
She was also flawless, no strand of her curly brown hair was out of place. Her eyeliner was perfect like it had been done by a professional. Her body was in perfect shape, her curves were amazing like they were sculpted by a famous artist.
Her smile was flattering, tempting as well, with her lips luscious and bright. Her teeth, every single tooth was perfectly white, glinted in the light of the room.
He could feel his face get hot and he could tell that his ears were starting to turn red. This woman was perfection at it's greatest! If he didn't stop staring at her now, his whole life might just flash ahead of him.
"Hi, my name is Tara." She put out her hand to shake with his.
Oh no, he thought, she wants me to shake her hand! Oh, ahhh, what do I do?! My hands are sweating, will she mind? Why, why does this beautiful woman have to work with me? I can't have her as my valet! She'll distract me for being so beautiful!
She just stood there glancing about, here and there she would find something to preoccupy herself with. She noticed how keen he was to try not to look at her.
He reminded her of a god. His abs were well defined, his face looked baby bottom soft and it glowed, and the way his cheeks got red from blushing made her want to go into a fit of laughter.
Tara gazed in growing wonder at John Cena wondering how she came across a man like this. He made her want to unwillingly do anything for him, that's how much compulsion he had over her right now.
But was he in that state of matter now as well? She knew there had to have been something wrong with him, at the way he never even responded to her.
Maybe he was full with hatred as the other wrestlers were. Maybe he did not want to shake the hand of a woman that disgusted him. Maybe, he was tempted not to do it because he knew there would be some kind of bondage formed right there and then.
Finally, he held out his own hand and they shook. This was where boy stared at girl and girl stared at boy. It was like a never ending staring contest.
"Yo, I'm John Cena. Here's the rules, if you happen to make me screw you…I ummm mean, screw up then there will be consequences."
Tara just chuckled and said gratefully, "I get it, ok. Just promise me you won't be that horny any more."
She then walked off to her own locker room leaving a dismayed John standing at the threshold of his door.
"She's one hell of a girl isn't she John," a quiet, yet very clear voice asked.
"You bet she is man."
"She doesn't belong here, therefore, not even with you."
"But I want her so bad man."
"Wanting something like that can be bad John. You don't want to get mixed up in things with her."
"Why?"
"Because someone like her will cause pure hell and chaos man, just trust me."
"I do, but I just don't understand."
"You will in time to come. It'll be instinct when the time comes."
"How do you know about all of this?"
"Because I'm the one who needs to stop this all from happening John. Right now, I'm her only hope. I'm your only hope too."
"I'm not getting this right now dog."
"Let's just say that if I can prevent what's going to happen in the future here, you will be very thankful."
And out of the shadows came a man that people like to call The Undertaker. He patted John's back and left the room hoping that John would take in to considering what he had just told him. He knew he wouldn't, that's why he shouldn't have told him. Maybe what he said wouldn't happen. After all, it was just one silly premonition.
