(A/N) Don't own, don't sue… blah blah blah. I've dealt with pressing issues on my mind so now I can concentrate on the story. Been on a roll lately, reeling in three chapters in succession. Holiday is almost over for me down under though so expect less frequent updates. Sorry but it is not my fault. Blame the damn government. Hehe.
"Mmmmm mmmmm mmmm. That was delicious baby." Hunter said to Torrie.
"Uhh what? Oh sorry. Yeah, I'm glad you liked it." Torrie replied, with a far away look in her eyes, obviously thinking of something else.
"Yeah well, now that the main course is done, let's get onto the dessert baby!" said Hunter with a mischievous grin on his face.
"Oh, but I'm really tired honey. C'mon, I worked really hard to make dinner for you, give me a break tonight alright?" Torrie protested.
"NO! Not alright. I worked damn hard to give you your Porsche, your diamonds, your mansion, now frankly, I don't give a damn how exhausted you are, you are going to get in bed with me, and you are going to love it."
Torrie knew she couldn't argue with her boyfriend so she reluctantly got out of her chair and made her way upstairs to the bedroom.
"Hehe, that's right honey. I knew you would see things my way. Now you go get freshened up. I'll join you in a second."
Torrie trudged up the stairs and walked into the bathroom. She started to undress and untied her hair, letting the long blonde locks fall freely down her back. She put on a bath robe and went back to the bed where Hunter was waiting for her. Hunter already removed his shirt and was working on his belt.
"Damn it, I hate this fucking belt. I can never get it off. Can you help?" Hunter asked Torrie.
Not very romantic Torrie thought to herself. "Yeah, sure."
As soon as Hunter got his pants of he pounced on Torrie, removing her bathrobe and throwing it on the ground. He stared at her in amazement, at how perfect her body was and started to make love to her. Torrie however, had other things on her mind and didn't really get into it as much as Hunter.
"C'mon baby, oooh yeah." Hunter was grunting so loudly, that his neighbours could hear. He continued to give it to her hard and fast and after ten minutes, she had no choice but to give in and she came at the same time as her boyfriend. Hunter climbed off the naked, sweaty body of Torrie and lay on his back, arms across his chest.
"Damn that was twice as good as the dinner." Hunter exclaimed. "Well time to go."
"Go where?" Torrie asked, even more tired than before.
"We, my lady, are going to a club." Hunter replied, sitting on the side of the bed, putting on his pants.
"But I am really tired. I just want to sleep." Torrie argued.
"Oh c'mon now, there is plenty of time to sleep after. Besides it would really mean a lot to me if you accompanied me." Hunter said, turning around and facing his girlfriend looking into her eyes.
"Oh alright you sook. Only because I cannot resist your damn puppy dog eyes." Torrie eclaimed, beaten.
"Yes! Now the limo will come to pick us up in about ten, so you got nine minutes to get dressed and down there. I'll be waiting for you." Said Hunter as he bounded out of the room and down the stairs.
"Hey pretty lady, you look beautiful as always." Ric Flair stated, getting out of the limo to help Torrie in. Torrie just smiled at him.
"Hands off Flair, shes mine!" Hunter said with a chuckle.
"Hey Torrie." Came the voices of the other two of Hunter's main men, Randy and Dave.
"Hi boys." Torrie replied, looking at Dave in particular. For he was the only one of Hunter's henchmen that she really didn't mind. Ric was nice and all, but he kept on hitting on her, and it was starting to freak her out. And Randy was just plain arrogant.
"Well Hunter, are we ready to be off?" Asked Randy from the drivers seat.
"Yeah man. Let's go go go!"
When they reached the club, Triple H got out and helped Torrie out. Randy put the car in park and hopped out. Dave and Ric both got out from the back.
"8th wonder huh? Nice." Torrie exclaimed.
"Nothing compared to "Club Evolution" though." Hunter said.
"Oh, well of course." Torrie said.
The five of them climbed the three steps and made their way into the club past the bouncers. Torrie looked around at the surroundings, not really paying any attention to the main attraction in the centre of the club. Hunter ushered her to one of the booths and all five of them sat down. Torrie tried to get a look at what everyone was cheering at but couldn't quite see above all the people. She started to stand up when she saw a familiar face.
"Eh Torrie! What are you doing here mama cita?"
"Eddie, nice to see you too." Torrie replied.
"You know this joker?" Hunter said, giving Torrie a skeptical look.
"Uhhh. Yeah. Old friends." Torrie said quickly.
"Hey Torrie you shouldn't be here you know. I don't want you to see him get hurt." Eddie said talking to Torrie and totally ignoring the other four people sitting with her.
"Hey stop talking to my girl and deal with the situation at hand alright. I've got 200 grand on my man to beat the living crap outta your boy Cena." Hunter said addressing Eddie.
Torrie jumped in her seat at the sound of the name and the context in which it was used in. Eddie shot a glance at Torrie. Torrie then realized what everyone was cheering about and why she ran into Eddie. She stood up slowly, fearing the worst, and the worst was confirmed. She saw John getting pummeled by a huge, beastly looking man. She sat down again and rested her head in her hands.
"You ok Torrie?" Eddie asked, obviously concerned.
"Hey jackass. I said stop talking to my girlfriend. Now are the bets on?"
"Yeah. Sure, whatever." Eddie replied, shooting another quick glance at Torrie and then walking away.
"Hey what is wrong with you?" Hunter asked Torrie.
"Nothing. I told you. I'm tired."
"Alright. You stay here then. Dave, you stay as well. Keep an eye on her. Randy, Ric, lets go get a closer look." Hunter said getting up from his seat and making his way to the fight.
John Cena was in shock. He didn't expect to see her here.
"Torrie… What the fuck are you doing here?" he muttered to himself.
Just then he felt a huge fist colliding with his face. It caught him square on the cheek. The force of the punch sent him flying into the crowd. They caught him before he fell, and helped him back on his feet. The large Snitsky then came bounding in. He grabbed Cena by his head and threw him into the ground. He then sat on top of him and started pounding his face in. The viscous assault continued for five minutes, with Cena mounting no type of offence. He just couldn't get his mind off Torrie. Snitsky then picked Cena's bloodied and battered body off the floor and lifted him over his head and threw him into the crowd. The referee then decided to end the match, declaring Gene Snitsky the obvious winner. The crowd booed the decision as the ref went to tend to John.
Cena was still semi conscious. Everything was a fuzzy to him. He could hear no sound. Figures came as a blur to him. He felt himself being lifted up. He didn't really care anymore. His whole body ached. But his heart ached the most. He longed for Torrie's healing touch once again.
(A/N) Aaawwww. I'm about to cry. John was beaten bad. But can he bounce back. Can he get over Torrie? Can Torrie get over him? THE SUSPENSE IS KILLING ME!