A/N: Wait!!! Doh! Ok, previously I said that the draft lottery didn't happen, but I just realised I put characters such as RVD in a few chapters… so YES the lottery draft has take place, but the timeline is around December 2003. Thank you. Oh one last thing, I do realise I said I wouldn't update, but I'm going to try to get most of this fic finished otherwise I'll lose interest after three weeks. See ya! Thanks for reading and Happy New Year everyone!

P.S. You will hate me for this chapter...

Chapter Nine

Why was she so NOT excited about this? She stuck with Dawn and Jackie, John behind her, looking equally as nervous. She climbed the rickety steps and dragged her luggage along, into the old army aircraft, which stunk of old socks and nastiness. She frowned as she saw the mess inside. Luggage was scattered everywhere, the ring they had brought with them had already taken up enough space. The seats were awkwardly positioned, against the walls of the aircraft and there wasn't a single window in, Torrie could look out of to help her relax.

"What the hell?" she heard John curse under his breath from behind her. She couldn't have said it any better herself. Actually she could've used a certain four-letter word, but she was far too tired… after all, it was 3am in the morning. She barely slept last night due to all the 'excitement', more like nervousness. She convinced herself that it was the right thing to do, it's a good deed and they'll be in time for Christmas. Christmas with Randy was all she thought about. They could head over to her parent's house in Boise, a little far, but that just meant more time with him. Introduce him to the family and have a delicious dinner. Later they could sit outside and light a fire and roast marshmallows with her nieces and nephews as they waited for the countdown. She could imagine him holding her in his arms as they watched fireworks being set off and exploding beautifully, it's glittery radiant colours painting the cerulean sky.

"Sit your ass down Torrie," chuckled John. She turned to her left and saw John who was already sitting down and standing behind her was a serious looking Kurt Angle ready to beat her up and a whole line of other guys just waiting for her to move.

"Sorry," she apologised as she sat down on the seat in between John and Dawn. She fastened her seatbelt and tilted her head back.

"Are you on drugs?" asked Dawn.

"No!" laughed Torrie.

"So you're just being weird again?" asked Jackie sitting to the right of Dawn.

"Yeah… but what's weird is this plane… there aren't any windows!" said Torrie, Dawn gasped in horror.

"Now I'm gonna have to look at your damn face throughout the entire trip!" she shrieked. Torrie stuck her tongue out at Dawn.

"I'd choose Torrie's face over your plastic face any day, Dawn," John teased casually as he flipped through the pages of the new WWE Magazine. Dawn was speechless and sunk into her seat with her arms folded.

"Look you're on the front page!" Torrie squirmed as she snatched the magazine out of his hand. "How come I'm not in it?"

"But you are," he explained as he took the magazine back from her.

"Sorry," she smiled.

"Here," he pointed as he read. "Cena has got to be the luckiest guy on the face of the planet with blonde bombshell Torrie Wilson as his manager."

"Whatever…" Charlie spat sourly. "Everyone knows I'm the luckiest guy! Right Jackie?" Jackie grinned and pulled Charlie into a kiss. Torrie watched and smiled sweetly at the sigh of the two. They were so loving, such a cute couple, they were made for each other. Watching them made her somewhat miss Randy. Who was probably sleeping in his apartment right now.

"Are these two strictly keeping their relationship professional or is there something we just don't know about them?" John read. Torrie blushed and pulled her cap down to cover her rosy face. John put the magazine aside and twiddled his thumbs, the two suddenly avoiding each other. Dawn tried not to laugh as Torrie nudged her. It became eerily silent and the tired wrestlers found it hard to keep their weary eyes open, the passengers on the aircraft soon fell into a deep and peaceful slumber.

"We're going down!" screamed the captain. Everyone in the cabin screamed clutching onto their seatbelts as the plane took a nosedive and rocketed downwards.

"I DON'T WANT TO DIE!" bawled Dawn with her arms glued to the armrests. Torrie breathed heavily as her heart pounded violently and bawled her eyes out too. Her stomach turned upside down, she shut her eyes and wished it were over soon, she knew she shouldn't have gone on this trip. Dawn screaming didn't help the fact that she was just as petrified. Torrie too, held the armrest to her left and clung to it with her life, praying. She then felt a warm hand on top of hers. She looked up and met his comforting blue eyes. He held her hand tightly, he looked just as worried as she did.

"If anything happens to us," said John loudly above all the loudness. "I want you to know… that I love you." Torrie looked at him and smiled, that was exactly what she needed to hear, even though they were in a hazardous situation, they were probably going to crash to their death in a few seconds and become engulfed in scorching hot flames…

"I love you too," she replied breathlessly. He cupped her face with his hands and stared at her lips, then forcing his lips on hers. They kissed each other like never before. Their lips were hungry for each other. He then grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. They broke apart for breath as he continued to give her pecks on the lips then on the cheeks.

"I love you, I love you!" he continually repeated as they embraced with their arms securely over each other, never loosening grip. Their eyes wide shut as tears continued to stream down.

"I love you Torrie," he whispered in her ear, one last time…

A/N: I know you hate me... read on to reveal thetragic news...