Chapter 1: A rather different set of friends

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Night River jumped up and down as her champion John Cena won his match against Triple H. She screamed.

"Yeah! Go Cena!" Night's black hair was tied up in a ponytail and her dark blue eyes sparkled with joy. She grabbed her friend Mikie's arm and jumped up and down again.

"He won, Mikie! He won!"

Mikie glared at her. "Yes, I know." He ran a hand through his short brown hair and sighed. "I guess I owe you a pint of chocolate marshmallow ripple ice cream, huh?"

Night was still celebrating. "Heck yes you do!" Night turned to face Mikie. He pointed at her Original Deadman shirt.

"How can you wear that and still cheer for Cena?" he asked disgusted.

"Like this!" Night yelled and did a little dance. It was her happy dance. Night stopped dancing and looked at Mikie. He was staring at a space behind her open-mouthed. Night gave him a funny look. Mikie pointed over her shoulder. Night turned around and her eyes widened. John Cena was standing right behind her. He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her over the barricade. Night put her arms around Cena's neck.

Cena carried her into the ring and set her on her feet.

"This fine lady here is the winner of the competition. I am taking her out to dinner tonight."

The crowd cheered and Night's heart raced. She hadn't known about a contest. How had she won? Amazing…

"What's your name, hon?" Cena turned to her holding out the microphone.

"Uh… Night River ," Night replied quietly.

" Night River , would you like a gift from a Chain Gang Soldier?"

Night nodded mutely. I wonder what my gift is.

John took off his sports jersey and put it on Night. It smelled a little since Cena had been wearing it and had just won his championship. He took off his Chain Gang pendant and put that on Night too. It was heavy. John turned Night to face him.

He gazed into her eyes and brought his face close to hers. He lifted the microphone up to his mouth.

"How about another present?" he asked seductively.

Night smiled. Heck yes! If it's what I think it is.

John Cena dropped the microphone and brought Night's lips to meet his. Night sighed. His lips were as soft as rose petals and they tasted like Chili Cheese Fritos, Night's favorite. The crowd whooped and cheered. John and Night parted and Night distinctly heard some cat calls that made her blush.

John picked her up and carried her out of the arena. As they passed Mikie, he looked at Night confused. Night smiled at him and shrugged. She was happy where she was and she wasn't going to complain. John carried her backstage and all the way to his dressing room.

He set her on her feet and Night turned around. "This is a very…. Uh, nice dressing room," she said, indicating the leather couches and television.

She felt a hand on her shoulder. John turned her around and kissed her deeply. Night melted into the kiss and when they broke for air, John caressed her bottom lips with his thumb.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered. Night blushed and looked down embarrassed. It wasn't everyday you got called beautiful by a celebrity. Her face crumpled in disquiet. Wait, he just met me. Does he even remember my name?

"Do you even remember my name? What do you know about me?" Night put her hands on his muscular chest and pushed him away gently. John looked at her confused.

"What are you talking about?"

"How can I make-out with you if I know nothing about you, except that you are John Cena. Can't we talk and get to know each other?"

John backed off and sat down on a nearby couch. He sighed, his pride injured.

"Yeah, but we're going to have to wait until dinner. We'll have much more time then. I have to get ready now, if you could leave."

Night smiled sadly. I offended him. I'm sorry, but I had to state my opinion. She walked down the corridor and ran into a large solid object.

"Hey! Who are you?" the object asked, helping her off the floor.

Night pointed at him. "Ohmigosh! You are Batista! What are you doing?"

The big man nodded. "I have a match with Eddie, remember? Or have you not been following the feud? You haven't answered my question you know."

Night smiled. "Sorry, Night River, at your service." She smiled coyly. "Ya know, other that Cena, you are my favorite wrestler."

Batista raised an eyebrow thoughtfully. "Really?"

Night nodded.

"Well then," Batista picked her up and swung her around, before carrying her down the hall and back out into the arena.

My two favorite wrestlers carrying me in their arms in the same day! Amazing…

The crowd was cheering, but seemed a little confused, as well they should have been. Night, herself, was slightly confused, but the overwhelming sensation of being carried by Batista overrode any rational thought.

The match was quick, a little cheating going in, but Eddie still could not stand up to The Animal. Night was awestruck the whole match. She was drawn in and, as Batista got the 1, 2, 3, she jumped and cheered. Batista helped her in the ring to celebrate with him. He put her on his huge shoulders and they paraded around the ring. Batista let Night carry the World Heavyweight championship belt.

John Cena's music came on and Batista turned to face the entrance. Cena came out with a mic in his hand.

"Yo, Batista, what you doin' with my girl? She's my date for tonight," Cena said. Batista set Night down and stared at Cena.

"Cat got your tongue, cause no girl ain't." Cena insulted Batista. He was slowly walking down the ramp to the ring. Cena got to the end of the ramp and stopped. Batista walked to the edge of the mat. The two men stared each other down. Cena turned to walk away and Batista smiled. He turned around to face Night, who had moved behind him. The crowd cheered as Batista was thrown at Night's feet.

John Cena was standing where Batista had been. It was apparent there had been some physical exertion on his part as his chest was heaving up and down. He was staring at Batista in cold fury. He ripped his jersey over his head and waited to Batista to rise, but the Animal was out cold. John picked Night up and carried her out of the arena again.

He carried her all the way to the General Manager's office.

"Eric, I'm going to need Night to stay on until I resolve this fight with Batista," John said to Bischoff.

"Eric nodded. "Alright, that'll be fine." Eric cast a sidelong glance at Night.

"That is unless she wants to get paid the same as a regular superstar."

Night shook her head.

"No, I'm fine with like a third of their pay, but I am going to need some kind of pay, since I am apparently going to be away from my job for a while." Besides, I'm sure I could convince him to give me more if I really wanted it.

Eric nodded; his mind seemed to be on other matters more important than John and Batista's feud and Night's pay. He waved his hand for them to leave. The corners of John's lips twitched into a smile. Night looked up at him.

"What's with the smile?" she asked and traced it with her finger. He smiled and leaned down close to her, since she was only five-feet, five-inches and he was over six.

"I get to spend more time with you. That's why." He picked her up and twirled her around. He kissed her lips as she slid down him to her feet.

"Let's go see some other people, namely Matt Hardy, Shawn Michaels, Hurricane, and Big Show. I know where they'll be."

They walked, arm-in-arm, down the hall to a common room that had a plethora of couches and televisions. There was a buffet table against one wall and a giant big screen, showing the arena, against the other wall. There was a great shout of "Hey Cena" and "Yo, Cena" as the two of them entered.

Cena gave a few people a wave and walked over to a small group near one of the little televisions. By little I mean, sixty inch, flat panel, plasma TV. Small, right? The group was watching a basketball game; Lakers vs. Blazers. The Lakers were winning twenty to fifteen.

"Oh come on! Defense!" Matt Hardy yelled.

Shawn Michaels and Big Show were laughing.

"At this rate, Matt, you are going to owe us 25 bucks each," Shawn said between laughs.

Matt glared at the two laughing and continued to shout at the TV. "You watch," he said. "The Blazers will come back and win it all by thirty points! Then we'll see whose laughing."

The two continued to laugh as John and Night sat next to them on the extra large couch.

"Hey John, who's the chick?" Shawn asked interested.

" Night River ," John replied his eyes twinkling.

Night smiled at Shawn and Big Show who had become involved in the conversation. Shawn smiled back and proffered his hand.

"Shawn Michaels, but I'm sure you already knew that." He smirked at her.

Big Show pushed Shawn out of the way and held out his hand. Night snorted and tried to shake his hand, but it was more like Show was shaking her. His hands were three times the size of hers. Hurricane stood up and walked over. Night stood up and hugged him.

"Ah, Hurricane, you are so great," Night said. The two sat back down on the couch with the rest of the group. Matt waved his hand and mumbled hi. He was till very engrossed in the game, which was almost over and the Blazers were still losing. Night leaned over and hugged Matt from behind.

"Matt, Matt, Matt. What does it matter? It's just a game," she whispered to him.

John smiled and pulled her away. He stood up and held out his hand.

"Come on, we should be coming out again in a few minutes and it might take us that long to get out there."

Night smiled and took his hand. It was warm and soft. He helped her off the couch. He put his hand on the small of her back and gently led her out to the hallway. They strolled down the hall, arms around each other, Night in blissful happiness.

They reached the door to the arena without incident. John took Night to the side and hugged her.

"What was that for?" she asked puzzled. He shrugged.

"I felt like hugging you. Is that bad?" he replied, injure showing in his eyes. Night smiled at him holding part of his heart for her to take or to break.

"No, I was just wondering, why." She hugged him back, looking up at his face. "I love it when you hug me."

John smiled and leaned down to give her a chaste kiss. Night smirked. Boys… She stood up on her tip-toes and met his lips with her own. They split and Night blinked slowly. She was so happy. She didn't know she could be so happy.

John laughed softly and kissed her forehead. "You're so sweet to me." John's music came on and he stepped away from her.

"Wait here until I announce you then you can come out. You are going to come out to my old music. Do whatever you want, just get to the ring as fast as you can. I want to keep you safe."

Night nodded and smiled at him. John walked over to the door and entered the arena to loud cheering. Night smiled at little as she thought of all the girls out there that were wishing that they were in her place. She listened intently as John talked to the audience and degraded Batista. It seemed they were feuding now. Over me! John announced that Night was going to be on Raw for a while and bade her to come out.

Night was about to walk forward into the arena when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to looked at the hand when a cloth was put of her face. Night's vision went black and the last thing she heard was a deep bass voice laughing manically.

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A/N: This is my first wrestling fanfic that I've put up. I hope that you will be gentle, please no flames, but if nessisary I will take them. I would like some reviews. Please review! Um... As you might be able to tell I kinda changed things around a bit. I hope no one cares much. I hope you enjoyed it!

Disclaimer: I don't own the WWE or any of it's characters. I only own Night. :D