I've been feeling a little discouraged as of late and you guys will all no
why sooner or later. In the mean time, enjoy the next chapter of my little
John Cena story!
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"So, do you want to tell me what you did to him or are you just gonna leave me guessing?" Kiara asked dryly as she sprinted behind John, trying to keep a few steps ahead of an angry looking Brock Lesnar who was chasing them down.
John responded with a shake of his head and dodged a group of stage crewmembers. He turned a sharp right and motioned for Kiara to follow him down the hall.
Kiara looked behind her to see how far behind their pursuer was and was surprised to find the hallway behind her empty except for a delivery boy who looked like he was more then lost. She sighed in relief and slowed her run down to a walking pace and turned back around, taking the corner she had seen John take. She started walking cautiously when she didn't see him at first and didn't see the arm shoot out from the open door until it was too late and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her into the darkened room.
She began to scream because the thought of being in a pitch black room with a stranger rightfully scared her to death but a hand was placed over her mouth to muffle the loud noises. She finally stopped struggling and the person released his or her grip and she whirled around to face her attacker.
"You are violent when you're caught off your guard like that." John winced, pressing a hand over his shin to stop the shooting pain where she had kicked him.
"I didn't know it was you." She replied defensively. "Think about it from my point of view; you drag me along as we're getting chased by Brock and then I lose both you and him and someone grabs me and pulls me into this deserted room." She finished with a flourish.
John opened his mouth to protest but then nodded instead. "Okay, I guess I can see where you're coming from."
They sat together in silence for a few minutes while they regained their breath and Kiara was the first one to speak up.
"So do you feel like telling me what you did to Lesnar that's making him chase us through the halls like a madman?"
John shrugged and ducked his head instead of responding to her, opting to look at his shoes.
"Is it that you don't trust me?" Kiara kept on.
"It's just not anything I want to talk about right now." John snapped. The look on his face softened when he saw her draw back as if she'd been burned. "Look, I didn't mean for that to come out sounding so harsh. I just-well this is the first time that anyone has been civil to me backstage and I'm just trying to get used to it."
"You hafta get used to people being nice to you?" Kiara asked gently, not wanting to say anything that would piss him off. "Sweetie, that's so sad.""
"I don't need your sympathy either." He said evenly, pushing himself off of the bench. "Now if you'll excuse me, I think the coast is clear and I should get going to the ring to train." He slipped out of the room without another word and Kiara sighed. This wasn't turning out like it was supposed to.
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"Oh look, it's the feisty Mamacita everyone's been talking about." The Latino voice drawled from the right and Kiara turned around to see Eddie and Chavo Guerrero leering at her from their places on the wall. "¿Ve usted la manera que ella mira en esos calzones? Quiero algunos de eso." Eddie added as he let his eyes travel over her body.
"Sé lo que usted habla acerca de tío" Chavo said, raising his eyebrows.
Kiara rolled her eyes at the two. They obviously weren't used to other people besides them speaking Spanish. She searched her memory through her limited Spanish vocabulary and teaching. "Yo no obtendría con usted si usted era los últimos dos hombres en la tierra. Así que por qué hace no usted dos toman apenas su es mentir y estafar y va al infierno."
The two relatives stood open-mouthed at the response she gave them and she turned around when she heard someone laughing appreciatively.
"At least somebody finally put those two in their places." Nidia said with a grin. "And with their mouths open like that it looked like they were trying to catch flies or something. I'm Nidia by the way." She added, holding out her hand to Kiara.
"I know." Kiara replied, shaking the Diva's hand. She was trying not to look too surprised at the genuinely nice attitude Nidia had, but failed and only managed to look embarrassed.
"Don't worry about it." Nidia said knowingly. "You expected me to act like my character but I don't." She smiled and shrugged. "It just means I'm a really good actress, that's all. So what brings you around these parts?" She continued on, not letting the girl get in a word otherwise. "I mean not many people come around these locker rooms because of those two." She gestured over to the two Latinos who were staring at them. "They scare everybody off."
"I can see why." Kiara muttered and then brightened the look on her face. "Hey I have question for you."
"Shoot."
Kiara took a deep breath. "What do you think of John Cena?"
"My Momma always said if I don't have anything nice to say about someone, then I shouldn't say anything at all." Nidia replied with a mischievous smile.
"What do you mean?"
Nidia pursed her lips and stared at the Diva-in-training. "I really shouldn't be telling you this, but." She motioned the girl closer. "Cena knows how to dish it, but he doesn't know how to take it back if you get what I'm saying."
Realization dawned on Kiara's face. "But when I try to talk to him about it he always makes himself out to be the victim."
"That is so not the case." Nidia scoffed and then started walking, pulling Kiara along with her. "Back when he first started his whole 'white boy rapper thing' we were, for a lack of a better term, appalled. We were all afraid he was going to make the Smackdown roster seem like one big joke so one day some of the guys like Adam and Mark approached him and asked him to reconsider this new gimmick of his. John got offended almost immediately and said we were trying to suppress his freedom of speech and all. Those were the exact words he used too." She added. "So we were all just like okay, whatever, he'll get over it and go on his happy way but he didn't. So a few days later we were at this house show and John started saying stuff like-"
"There you are!" Dawn Marie exclaimed, excited that she had found the girl she was looking for. "Hey sweetie." She acknowledged Nidia. "Actually I'm glad I found you both because they want to meet with us for few minutes."
"Wait, finish the story." Kiara said, but the two brunettes were already a few doors a head of her and were talking animatedly between themselves. "What's the meeting going to be about?" She asked once she got close enough to them.
Dawn looked over her shoulder and smiled brightly. "Photo shoot."
"I don't do pictures." Kiara said, stopping completely in her tracks.
"Oh that's just silly." Nidia replied, walking back and slinging one of her arms around Kiara's shoulders. "Sweetie, you are a WWE Diva, one of the elite, and that means you can by no means be afraid of the camera."
Kiara narrowed her eyes. "You wanna bet? I didn't even let my mom take pictures of me when I was younger and she was very camera happy. So all the pictures I found of me that she got without me knowing I burned. You will not get me in front of a camera; no way, no how."
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"So, I was thinking the other day about all the places you guys have gone for photo shoots and DVDs, and I decided to let you all choose this next place."
Kiara crossed her arms over her chest and looked up at the middle-aged man and woman team who stood before the room with overheads and charts, trying to secure their place in the company as photographers. She looked around the room and noted she was the only one who didn't even seem remotely interested; all the other girls were looking up eagerly, their minds racing as they tried to think of someplace they haven't been to before.
"What about California?" Stacy suggested, pushing the hat she was wearing away from her face.
"We were kind of hoping you'd be able to narrow it down a bit." The man said. "Like to a city or something, not an entire state."
"Disney World?" Trish piped up.
Kiara looked up and her mouth dropped. "You can not possibly be thinking about corrupting these poor kids while you guys prance around in next to nothing. That is so wrong."
Trish rolled her eyes at the new girl's outburst. "They'd close it for us. There wouldn't be any kids there."
"What about New York City, that way nobody would be surprised with the clothing." Kiara said. "Or lack thereof."
"Been there, done that." Stacy yawned and Torrie giggled. "And Dear, I've noticed that you've kept on this whole idea of us wearing minimal clothing, care to explain that to us?"
Kiara clenched the sides of the chair so hard her knuckles were starting to turn white and Dawn put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"Just leave her alone you two." She scolded. "The poor girl has only been here for a few weeks and you're already getting on her back about everything in the world. Just stop."
"We still need a place to shoot." The man said, his voice raising as he sensed the impending argument amongst the girls.
"How about over in the UK?" Nidia piped up and they all got silent as they carefully considered that.
Kiara smiled for the first time since the meeting started. "Like Scotland or England or someplace, the scenery is so beautiful and it's so full of culture there."
"I like the Bahamas." Victoria announced and the rest of the girls except for Nidia, Dawn Marie, and Kiara, started nodding and talking excitedly. "They have sand and pretty flowers."
Kiara sat back in the chair glumly as it was announced they'd be heading to said country.
"It was a nice attempt." Dawn said supportively. "But they're suckers for 'sand and pretty flowers." She said, mocking the raven-haired Diva. "It'll be alright though, the three of us just hafta stick together and we'll be fine."
*~*~*~* Please read and review if you want to! It's appreciated more then you know. *Manderz*
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"So, do you want to tell me what you did to him or are you just gonna leave me guessing?" Kiara asked dryly as she sprinted behind John, trying to keep a few steps ahead of an angry looking Brock Lesnar who was chasing them down.
John responded with a shake of his head and dodged a group of stage crewmembers. He turned a sharp right and motioned for Kiara to follow him down the hall.
Kiara looked behind her to see how far behind their pursuer was and was surprised to find the hallway behind her empty except for a delivery boy who looked like he was more then lost. She sighed in relief and slowed her run down to a walking pace and turned back around, taking the corner she had seen John take. She started walking cautiously when she didn't see him at first and didn't see the arm shoot out from the open door until it was too late and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her into the darkened room.
She began to scream because the thought of being in a pitch black room with a stranger rightfully scared her to death but a hand was placed over her mouth to muffle the loud noises. She finally stopped struggling and the person released his or her grip and she whirled around to face her attacker.
"You are violent when you're caught off your guard like that." John winced, pressing a hand over his shin to stop the shooting pain where she had kicked him.
"I didn't know it was you." She replied defensively. "Think about it from my point of view; you drag me along as we're getting chased by Brock and then I lose both you and him and someone grabs me and pulls me into this deserted room." She finished with a flourish.
John opened his mouth to protest but then nodded instead. "Okay, I guess I can see where you're coming from."
They sat together in silence for a few minutes while they regained their breath and Kiara was the first one to speak up.
"So do you feel like telling me what you did to Lesnar that's making him chase us through the halls like a madman?"
John shrugged and ducked his head instead of responding to her, opting to look at his shoes.
"Is it that you don't trust me?" Kiara kept on.
"It's just not anything I want to talk about right now." John snapped. The look on his face softened when he saw her draw back as if she'd been burned. "Look, I didn't mean for that to come out sounding so harsh. I just-well this is the first time that anyone has been civil to me backstage and I'm just trying to get used to it."
"You hafta get used to people being nice to you?" Kiara asked gently, not wanting to say anything that would piss him off. "Sweetie, that's so sad.""
"I don't need your sympathy either." He said evenly, pushing himself off of the bench. "Now if you'll excuse me, I think the coast is clear and I should get going to the ring to train." He slipped out of the room without another word and Kiara sighed. This wasn't turning out like it was supposed to.
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"Oh look, it's the feisty Mamacita everyone's been talking about." The Latino voice drawled from the right and Kiara turned around to see Eddie and Chavo Guerrero leering at her from their places on the wall. "¿Ve usted la manera que ella mira en esos calzones? Quiero algunos de eso." Eddie added as he let his eyes travel over her body.
"Sé lo que usted habla acerca de tío" Chavo said, raising his eyebrows.
Kiara rolled her eyes at the two. They obviously weren't used to other people besides them speaking Spanish. She searched her memory through her limited Spanish vocabulary and teaching. "Yo no obtendría con usted si usted era los últimos dos hombres en la tierra. Así que por qué hace no usted dos toman apenas su es mentir y estafar y va al infierno."
The two relatives stood open-mouthed at the response she gave them and she turned around when she heard someone laughing appreciatively.
"At least somebody finally put those two in their places." Nidia said with a grin. "And with their mouths open like that it looked like they were trying to catch flies or something. I'm Nidia by the way." She added, holding out her hand to Kiara.
"I know." Kiara replied, shaking the Diva's hand. She was trying not to look too surprised at the genuinely nice attitude Nidia had, but failed and only managed to look embarrassed.
"Don't worry about it." Nidia said knowingly. "You expected me to act like my character but I don't." She smiled and shrugged. "It just means I'm a really good actress, that's all. So what brings you around these parts?" She continued on, not letting the girl get in a word otherwise. "I mean not many people come around these locker rooms because of those two." She gestured over to the two Latinos who were staring at them. "They scare everybody off."
"I can see why." Kiara muttered and then brightened the look on her face. "Hey I have question for you."
"Shoot."
Kiara took a deep breath. "What do you think of John Cena?"
"My Momma always said if I don't have anything nice to say about someone, then I shouldn't say anything at all." Nidia replied with a mischievous smile.
"What do you mean?"
Nidia pursed her lips and stared at the Diva-in-training. "I really shouldn't be telling you this, but." She motioned the girl closer. "Cena knows how to dish it, but he doesn't know how to take it back if you get what I'm saying."
Realization dawned on Kiara's face. "But when I try to talk to him about it he always makes himself out to be the victim."
"That is so not the case." Nidia scoffed and then started walking, pulling Kiara along with her. "Back when he first started his whole 'white boy rapper thing' we were, for a lack of a better term, appalled. We were all afraid he was going to make the Smackdown roster seem like one big joke so one day some of the guys like Adam and Mark approached him and asked him to reconsider this new gimmick of his. John got offended almost immediately and said we were trying to suppress his freedom of speech and all. Those were the exact words he used too." She added. "So we were all just like okay, whatever, he'll get over it and go on his happy way but he didn't. So a few days later we were at this house show and John started saying stuff like-"
"There you are!" Dawn Marie exclaimed, excited that she had found the girl she was looking for. "Hey sweetie." She acknowledged Nidia. "Actually I'm glad I found you both because they want to meet with us for few minutes."
"Wait, finish the story." Kiara said, but the two brunettes were already a few doors a head of her and were talking animatedly between themselves. "What's the meeting going to be about?" She asked once she got close enough to them.
Dawn looked over her shoulder and smiled brightly. "Photo shoot."
"I don't do pictures." Kiara said, stopping completely in her tracks.
"Oh that's just silly." Nidia replied, walking back and slinging one of her arms around Kiara's shoulders. "Sweetie, you are a WWE Diva, one of the elite, and that means you can by no means be afraid of the camera."
Kiara narrowed her eyes. "You wanna bet? I didn't even let my mom take pictures of me when I was younger and she was very camera happy. So all the pictures I found of me that she got without me knowing I burned. You will not get me in front of a camera; no way, no how."
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"So, I was thinking the other day about all the places you guys have gone for photo shoots and DVDs, and I decided to let you all choose this next place."
Kiara crossed her arms over her chest and looked up at the middle-aged man and woman team who stood before the room with overheads and charts, trying to secure their place in the company as photographers. She looked around the room and noted she was the only one who didn't even seem remotely interested; all the other girls were looking up eagerly, their minds racing as they tried to think of someplace they haven't been to before.
"What about California?" Stacy suggested, pushing the hat she was wearing away from her face.
"We were kind of hoping you'd be able to narrow it down a bit." The man said. "Like to a city or something, not an entire state."
"Disney World?" Trish piped up.
Kiara looked up and her mouth dropped. "You can not possibly be thinking about corrupting these poor kids while you guys prance around in next to nothing. That is so wrong."
Trish rolled her eyes at the new girl's outburst. "They'd close it for us. There wouldn't be any kids there."
"What about New York City, that way nobody would be surprised with the clothing." Kiara said. "Or lack thereof."
"Been there, done that." Stacy yawned and Torrie giggled. "And Dear, I've noticed that you've kept on this whole idea of us wearing minimal clothing, care to explain that to us?"
Kiara clenched the sides of the chair so hard her knuckles were starting to turn white and Dawn put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"Just leave her alone you two." She scolded. "The poor girl has only been here for a few weeks and you're already getting on her back about everything in the world. Just stop."
"We still need a place to shoot." The man said, his voice raising as he sensed the impending argument amongst the girls.
"How about over in the UK?" Nidia piped up and they all got silent as they carefully considered that.
Kiara smiled for the first time since the meeting started. "Like Scotland or England or someplace, the scenery is so beautiful and it's so full of culture there."
"I like the Bahamas." Victoria announced and the rest of the girls except for Nidia, Dawn Marie, and Kiara, started nodding and talking excitedly. "They have sand and pretty flowers."
Kiara sat back in the chair glumly as it was announced they'd be heading to said country.
"It was a nice attempt." Dawn said supportively. "But they're suckers for 'sand and pretty flowers." She said, mocking the raven-haired Diva. "It'll be alright though, the three of us just hafta stick together and we'll be fine."
*~*~*~* Please read and review if you want to! It's appreciated more then you know. *Manderz*