Think About It
Chapter 2:
Another Smackdown
Laughing, Torrie and Lita entered the Smackdown arena for a normal day of work. Suddenly a strong hand grabbed Torrie's wrist. To her horror, Lita saw her best friend flung harshly into a wall. It was Viscera. He grinned. He came towards Lita and said, "Get, John, Cena! I want a match!" Lita shrunk back. She was scared, scared for both herself and Torrie, who was still lying unconscious on the floor. She began to run, looking for John.
John had just gotten into his dressing room. He was greeted by Eddie. "Hey holmes, how's Torrie?" he asked. John smiled. "She's fine," he replied. Eddie eyed him. "You asked her out didn't you?" he implied. John's mouth dropped open. "What! How do you know these things?" asked John. Eddie shrugged. "You're easy to read," he said. Just then they heard a shout from the hallway. Lita ran into the room, her fiery red hair flowing around her face. She was in a panic. Lita grabbed John's arm and nearly fell over. Her face was very pale, as if something had nearly scared her to death. Lita took a deep breath and said, "Torrie! Viscera has Torrie. He wants a match, John. Please help her!" She looked like she was going to pass out. Eddie kneeled beside John. "I'll take care of Lita. Go help Torrie," he said. John smiled and ran out of the room.
Meanwhile, back with Torrie, she was just barely conscious again when Viscera grabbed her by the front of her shirt. Torrie tried to scream, but her voice was gone. "Viscera," a voice shouted. Torrie's head turned. "John," she whispered faintly. "Put her down, Viscera," John continued. Slowly, Viscera lowered Torrie down, still holding on to her arm. "Let go," John said. Rudely, Viscera shoved Torrie forward. She stumbled into John's arms. "Go see how Lita"s doing. I'll take care of Viscera," he whispered. Torrie grabbed his hand. "I'm not going anywhere without you," she replied stubbornly. Suddenly Eric Bishoff intervened. "Hold on you guys," said he, placing himself between the two. "I have a brilliant idea," he exclaimed, "How about whoever loses this match has to leave, forever?" John's jaw tightened. "Done," he replied. Torrie gasped.
"He'll be fine, Torrie," said Lita, trying to comfort her best friend, who was pacing. "He's gotten out of bigger messes before," she continued. John's match was only moments away. Torrie was worried out of her mind. John's song began to play. Torrie sat down and put her hands over her eyes. She heard the bell as the match began. Torrie uncovered her eyes a little, just so she can see Lita. Lita, who was staring at the television intently, winced. Torrie took in a sharp breath. Just then, Lita's mouth dropped. She quickly grabbed Torrie's hands off her face. An announcer said, "And Viscera practically unconscious from that F.U." "1, 2, 3, and the winner is, by pinfall, John Cena!" said the announcer woman. Torrie jumped, screaming with joy. John left the ring and a moment later, was with Torrie. She ran for him and hugged him tightly. Suddenly Torrie's lips touched his softly. John smiled. Torrie looked up at him and smiled right back.