A.N: Draft lottery has not taken place in this fic. I'm skipping to the roster cuts cos there's so much more to write about. Not everyone that has been released from the WWE will be released in this fic… otherwise half my story is gone.

-- WARNING! --

---If you don't know about the roster cuts and don't want to know… don't read this.---

I wish the following all the best, they will ALL be missed ...
Bubba Dudley, D-Von Dudley, Spike Dudley, Joy Giovanni,
Kenzo Suzuki and Hiroko, Matt Morgan, Marty Jannetty,
Maven, Shannon Moore, James Yun (Akio),
David Heath (Gangrel),Kevin Fertig (Mordecai),
Billy Kidman, Dawn Marie, Mark Jindrak and Charlie Haas and Jackie Gayda

Chapter Four

Nothing could be more embarrassing that what happened just now. Nothing. It was bad enough that she woke up without a clue as to where she was, but this was incomparable…. totally humiliating.

She should have asked him first except she didn't want to awaken him, she thought the loud thud that she had caused after tripping over her own foot and falling flat on her face would have woken him up, but no… it didn't.

She fell directly in front of the settee he was sprawled across and found him with his head hanging off the sofa and sucking his thumb… She found it hard to contain her laughter at first and decided not to wake him up, this way saving him the embarrassment. Who knew she'd be the one who'd get humiliated in return …

Torrie remained there clasping the translucent red polka dotted shower curtain with her mouth was still hung open, still in shock.

What exactly did he see? It's not that bad… he's seen both my Playboys…Oh wait, that's weird… What if he's comparing me to what he saw just now and in the magazine? What if I've put on weight? Oh no… crap!

The warm water eventually turned cold. Torrie winced at the feeling of icy droplets spitting harshly at her back. She hastily turned at the knobs and jumped out of the shower grabbing a tower and wrapping herself in it.

She sighed as soon as she embraced the warmth of the towel. She then averted her thoughts to John.

Crap. Why does this shit always happen to me?

How embarrassing? He knew the doors were locked and yet he tried to force it open. Damn! Why was he so …stupid?

John shook his head in shame as he sat on the edge of the cough, rubbing his face with his hands. He tried to get that image out of his head – although it wasn't a bad one – it was wrong…

It happened all so quickly, he didn't even know what the heck was happening until she let out an ear-splitting scream, which was an alarm to his ears, fully waking him up. His eyes finally widened to the cruel piercing sound and the sight that was before his very eyes… and what a marvellous sight it was…

He had seen her Playboy spread – both of them – but what was in the magazine was incomparable to what she looked like in person, in fact, it did her injustice. The magazine had made her look … wider but from what he saw just now her figure was picturesque, statuesque, absolutely flawless.

Stop thinking about it.

Except he didn't want to… although he had to…

Damn it!

… What should I think about? Avert my thoughts… avert them…

He was desperate to avert those thoughts but couldn't find anything else to concentrate on and he was still dying for the bathroom, that's why he walked in on her in the first place…

"What do I do?" John asked himself, stamping his feet on the ground impatiently with both his hands covering his crotch, rocking forwards and backwards as his face cringed.

I should probably go somewhere… go outside and take a walk… No I can't, one move and I'll piss my pants… Hurry up Torrie!

He grunted in agony as he tried hard to focus on something else, biting his lip. He just wish she'd get out of the toilet.

Maybe she's too shocked to even come out… it'd be really embarrassing… Maybe I should leave…

With that thought in mind, John managed to stand up, stabilise himself before charging for the door, his legs moving awkwardly, his walking similar to a penguins way of walking…

The door slammed behind him as he headed for the lobby to use one of the toilets there. He entered the empty elevator and saw himself in the mirror. He couldn't go down there. He wasn't dressed decently, there wasn't a cap in sight that he could wear to hide the disaster that was his hair. He wore a vest and his shorts… very sleazy looking and if he went down like that he would ruin his reputation for good, seeing as he ran around last night with an unconscious woman in his arms…

"I have to go back…" John muttered to himself unwillingly. He spun around and ran back before the doors could close on him, heading back for the room, he rung the doorbell numerously.

He wondered what Torrie would think but he didn't care… he was sure his bladder was about to erupt...

"Ring"

Who the heck would be at the door? And why can't John get it?

"Ring! Ring! Ring!"

"Hang on!" she yelled as she finally moved after standing in the same spot for over ten minutes, wrapped in a towel, her hair almost dry as all the water had already dripped and formed a pool on the floor. She quickly brushed her hair with her hands before exiting the bathroom to answer the door. She didn't even think of asking who it was but simply opened the door to find John wincing in distress with his hands shoved down his shorts.

Oh my…

She didn't even know what to say but she knew from his facial expression that he needed the toilet – desperately. She hastily moved out of the way as John leapt for the toilet, kicking the door shut behind him. Torrie closed the door and giggled when she heard John breathe a sigh of relief. This was a really 'strange' to say the least, way for the day to start, not to mention embarrassing of course.

Mark Jindrak was sat in the back seat of his friend Eddie Guerrero's rented car. Eddie and Rey Mysterio shared a laugh as they were talking about how ridiculous their storyline was.

At least they had a storyline…

Mark would have laughed if he had heard the joke or whatever it was they said, except he was far too concentrated, fixated…worried. Two words.

Roster cuts.

They had the right to laugh, they would find life so funny, enjoyable too. They had job security and job satisfaction – the money was pouring in and they were two of the top Smackdown stars, there was no way they'd get released.

WWE want ratings

Mark Jindrak could get that for you … if you gave him a chance… So far he hasn't had a decent storyline except for being in that pathetic faction led by Kurt Angle. Now Luther Reigns was gone, leaving Mark without a storyline. What the hell was this?

"Mark you ok?" Rey turned back to ask. Mark's attention averted to his friend's face.

"Yeah Oscar, I'm fine…" he lied. Eddie too looked back, noticing a slight emptiness in Mark's facial expression.

"You sure? You don't look it…"

"Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!"

"Eddie watch it man! Keep your eyes on the road!" Rey scolded.

"Sorry holmes!" Eddie apologised.

"You could've gotten us killed!" Rey added in hysterics.

That wouldn't be so bad … would it?

He was jealous too - jealous of Randy Orton. Now friends aren't meant to envy each other, but simply wish each other the best and be supportive of one another. Mark could not recall a single time Randy had been supportive… In fact Randy laughed when Mark had been drafted from RAW to Smackdown last year and just now at breakfast he had teased Mark about not having a girlfriend…

Screw him.

Just then Mark felt his pocket vibrate, he pulled out his phone to see what it was.

1 Message Received

He viewed the message. His face fell as fist punched the seat in frustration.

Hey man… I just got some news from Vince… I've been cut. Thanks for all the good times buddy. Take care. Maven.

"Sign right here!" Carlito demanded. Kenzo Suzuki and Shannon Moore looked puzzled. Carlito was pointing to a scrap piece of paper attached to a clipboard with short paragraphs on it in a miniscule font size.

"What is this?" questioned Shannon.

"Our ticket to stardom!" Carlito smirked.

"Can I sign?" asked Hiroko politely, appearing from nowhere.

"Why not?" shrugged Carlito in high spirits. "I can see it now guys! We'll be superstars, the most talked about, the most publicised superstars there ever was!"

"Ok…" chuckled Shannon at Carlito's lame idea as he passed the clipboard over to Kenzo.

"Hey Shannon! You have to sign! Hurry up and sign Kenzo!" Carlito urged desperately.

"I have to know what I'm signing don't I?" Kenzo argued, speaking in fluent English.

"Since when was your English so good?"

"Just because I'm Japanese doesn't mean I can't speak English…" Kenzo sighed rolling his eyes. His storyline, however, begged to differ…

"My English is good too!" piped a cheery Hiroko.

"I'll bet…" Carlito replied, not really interested, just focusing on Kenzo, wanting him to sign.

"What!" shrieked Kenzo, examining the paper closely. "The following who have signed this agreement have agreed to depart World Wrestling Entertainment if the previous set of rules have not been tolerated"

"WHAT!" yelped Shannon and Hiroko looking up at Carlito who cringed.

"Are you selling our souls?" asked Hiroko.

"NO! It's a petition…" Carlito explained before he was drowned out by the angered voices of Shannon and Hiroko.

"If the rules have not been met, the following who have signed this agreement have agreed to take action e.g. riots, interfering with matches, not showing up etc." Kenzo read. "What makes you think that they give a damn about us?"

"That's why the majority have to sign!" Carlito explained.

"But the ones Vince cares about have it good already… they don't need to sign…heck they couldn't care less about the guys like us…" Shannon added.

"Unless we trick people into signing…" Carlito smirked mischievously. The other three exchanged nervous glances.

"Isn't that illegal?" asked Hiroko.

"I don't care…" Carlito sighed. "Look, I'm doing this for us! It's not as if we have no potential… the Smackdown writers don't give us a chance to prove that we are talented! They misuse us! I can't tolerate with that! All the petition asks for is a chance to voice our opinion and more of a say in what kind of storyline we would like and how we'd like our character to be portrayed…"

"That's not bad, I guess…" shrugged Kenzo, finally seeing what Carlito was seeing.

"So does that mean you'll sign?" smiled Carlito. They all smiled before replying.

"Why not?"

A/N: Guys, tell me whether it's worth carrying on, a lot of the characters in this story have been released. What do you think?