A/N: Wowie! Sorry for the wait, but it did say on the last chapter it would take a while and I had a reason at the top of my profile. Anyways, enjoy reading and have fun doing whatever it is you're doing.

John, Book, Eddie and the divas waited for Misty to come out to the ring. Few seconds passed. Nothing happened. They waited till a minute. Still nothing happens John couldn't take it anymore.

"You must've not hear me," he said, "I said 'Bring your punk ass out here, Misty'."

He paced back and forth in the ring. Just then, Theodore Long's theme song started playing and out came the general manager himself. He held up the microphone he had in his hand and began to talk.

"Now John, I don't know what's going on here, but you gotta get everybody out of the ring because we got a show to do."

"I ain't going to move until Misty comes out."

"You better get a move on playa or you and everybody else in the ring will be on suspension till the next pay-per-view."

John became pissed. Eddie went over to John and talked to him.

"I can't be under suspension, vato. I can't lock up this 'Latino Heat'."

"Fine," he said, "Everybody out."

Everybody exited the ring. John knew Misty was in this arena somewhere. He mumbled angrily under his breath. He decided to just go to his hotel room and relax. He walked back to his locker room. He opened the door and saw someone sitting about ten feet away from his. It was Misty. At that moment John's blood filled with rage. He took off his chain, wrapped it around his hand, and charged towards Misty. He ran till he was close enough to strike her. Quickly, Misty pulled a tazer out of her purse and shocked him. He laid on the floor unconscious for a couple of minutes. He opened his eyes and saw Misty sitting in the chair, looking at him and smiling. He mustered enough strength to get back up. He walked towards Misty with his chained fist clenched. Misty showed him the tazer.

"Do you want to get shocked again?" she asked.

"Drop the chain." she said.

He dropped his chain to the floor.

"What do you want from me?" he asked.

"You should know the answer."

"You're the one who wants something from me."

"And what's that?"

Misty sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Me, dumbass. Remember that one time I visited you? I thought I could help you remember the promise you made to me, but I guess not."

John just stood and looked down. He didn't know what to say.

"Uhm…how can I make this up to you?"

She shrugged her shoulder. "I don't know. You tell me."

He couldn't look Misty in the eye. He was scared of her. Him. Scared of a woman.

"I don't know how to make it up to you, but I do know how to fulfill the promise I made."

"How?"

John bended down on one of his knees. Misty gave him an unusual look.

"Misty."

"What?"

He let out a hesitated sigh. "Will you…?"

A/N: Oh my goshies. Bending down on one knee and starting a sentence with 'Will you'? Could this be it? Will Misty support him in the wrestling industry? Find out in chapter 8.