Just as John thought the night couldn't get any worse, here he was standing with beauty in front of him and she was the S.O.B that he was in search for. Wait until Randy hears about this one. John tried to remember all that he wanted to say to " JIM", but all thoughts had disappeared. How was he supposed to yell at her? He tried closing his eyes in hopes of pretending she looked like Bischoff, but that didn't work. He only created a fantasy that now stuck in his mind.
" I guess you read my article. Let me guess, your looking for Jim—wanna kick his ass too don't ya?" Julia asked, I did, but now that I've seen your ass, kicking it is the last thing on my mind. John thought.
" As a matter of fact I did—I mean this article is garbage, you don't even know me. Do you even watch wrestling Ms. Martin? Did you even buy my album?" John asked in return
" As a matter of fact Mr. Cena, I have watched you numerous time while researching for upcoming issues and unfortunately I had the pleasure of hearing your album. So I do know you." Julia replied
" Or your just an undercover fan who doesn't want to admit they like white chocolate instead." John stated
" And there goes that quick humor that makes all the girls smile. But, no….I wrote what people were thinking. Their views, their responses, and their disliking of you." she replied
" Disliking? Sweetie I'm the champ, what is there to not like? And why are you strictly listening to haters and not the Chain Gang? When I step out there those are cheers, you know the thing you hear when you leave a room." he said as Julia smirked
" For your information they cheer because they get to see my rear." Julia replied
" Oh aren't we conceited." John said
" I'm not conceited like some people, I just know what I have. Not my fault what I have many men want." Julia replied
" I'm not conceited sweet heart, I'm just the Champ." John smiled stepping closer to her. Julia laughed and stepped back.
" That's was cute….your the Smackdown Champ. RAW's got a whole new class of wrestlers. Lets see how you work with them." she stated crossing her arms around her chest.
" I live by one rule….if you want some, come get some. That's why I'm Champ and that's why I'll stay Champ" he replied
" You were hungry for gold when you fought JBL, maybe your hunger has dropped. Gotten to comfortable in the title. Be careful, or that T-shirt will be the only title you have." Julia mocked
" You got jokes." John replied as he kneeled down to her level, " Then again I guess short people gotten have jokes."
" Oh that was so funny, in fact I forgot to laugh." she said seriously
" So serious, all work and no play makes Julia a miserable dame that takes her misery out on the Champ." he replied taking two steps closer to her.
" Watch your step Cena, you're one step away from getting your ass handed to you on that title." she warned
" Violent," John commented, " I like that."
" Would you like a sneaker up your ass too?" Julia asked
" Kinky." John laughed as Julia suppressed a laugh, " See you were about to laugh."
" Please," she said as she pushed past him, " Now if you'll excuse me. I have a meeting with Eric Bischoff." John watched as she walked down the hall and tilted his head as his eyes fell on her rear. Damn, forget cheering, bring on the marching band. John thought. Just then he felt someone next to him—shifting his eyes he found that it was Randy and he was focused on Julia's ass also. John grunted and Randy turned to look at him.
" Who was that?" he asked
" Jim." John replied
" That's Jim?" Randy gasped
" Julia Iysela Martin." John explained
" The irony of it." Randy laughed, " But, I was searching for you to make sure you didn't get yourself in any trouble. But, I guess you found a new type of trouble. Plus I wanted to tell you that Christy invited us to a gathering at the ROX tomorrow night. You up for it?" Randy asked
" Yeah, been awhile since I got out." John replied as Randy nodded
