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Kristi says: Yay, this story still lives! I didn't let it die nor did I delete it like I thought I would. Anyway, I'm really sorry for the delay in updating this story, I just had really bad writers block for it. I didn't know what I wanted to do with it but now I figured it all out.
Notes: Nothing new to be added, that I haven't said before.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything/anyone you recognize.
Chapter 4
Dawn tapped her foot impatiently as she glanced down at the watch on her wrist. The small group waiting on a few of the slower parties. It wasn't long before the brunette paced glaring a hole into the elevator, willing it to open and reveal the last for members of the group.
"Dawn relax your acting like if we don't leave know we're all going to die." Jericho said as he stretched out in the arm chair he was sitting in.
Dawn whirled around and glared at him. "No, but we could end up getting fired or something."
Dave chuckled from his spot on the couch between Lisa and Jay. "You shouldn't think to those extremes."
The brunette diva opened her mouth to reply only for the elevator doors to open and three of the five people who they were waiting on stepped through. The redhead currently sporting a sour expression on her face as she yelled at John and Randy. Both men smirking as they shared a look over the top of the diva's head.
Lisa rose a brow as the trio joined them. "What did you guys do to her?"
"We didn't do a damn thing." Both men spoke at once.
Amy rolled her eyes and pushed passed the two, sitting on Chris' lap. "Didn't do a thing my ass." She glared pointedly at the duo, now leaning on the wall. "Tweedledee and Tweedledumb over there decided it would be funny if they held the doorknob on their side while I was trying to get out."
Both John and Randy snickered, until a hand smacked hard against the back of their heads. Randy pouted as he glared at Lilian Garcia as she squeezed in between them. Meanwhile, the redhead glanced around.
"Where's Rey?"
Shelton spoke up. "When I was leaving the room he was on the phone. He said it was important and to go on without him.."
No sooner had the words left did, the elevator doors open and the object of the conversation walked towards the group, an unreadable expression on his face. The San Diego native stopping next to Dawn and whispering in her ear. The others watched curiously as Dawn's expression wilted. After saying what he had to say, Rey stepped away and greeted the rest of the group. The group then dispersing into two groups. Dawn, Amy, Lisa, Lilian, Dave and Rey in one SUV, while John, Randy, Chris and Shelton drove to in the sports car Randy rented.
The trip to that evenings arena was short. In the SUV, their were more then a few people curious of what Rey and Dawn had been talking about in hushed whispers. They had talked so softly that even Lilian and Amy, who were seated in front of them, couldn't hear a word.
"Rey we have to tell her." Dawn said softly avoiding the peering hazel eyes that were glaring at her.
"Yo se, yo se." Rey sighed, "But we should wait if we tell her now she'll be all bent out of shape and then she might not be able to do what she needs to do."
Dawn glared at him. "What's more important your friend or some stupid storyline."
Rey sighed again, "Fine, I'll tell her once we get to the arena. I'll pull her aside before she goes in. You know she's going to take this hard."
Dawn nodded, staring straight ahead a thoughtful expression on her face. "I know. I never liked him anyway. He changed a lot over the years. He became a total asshole, worse then Orton was."
Rey scoffed, "Orton's still an asshole, he just got better."
"Rey..."
The luchador nodded. "I know don't worry."
"We're here." Lisa's voice broke through before Dawn could get in another word.
The New Jersey native bit thoughtfully on her lip as she slid out of the SUV after Rey, avoiding Amy by hurrying towards the front of the group to talk with Chris. Amy blinked, this was very unlike Dawn. Amy was always the one who was trying to avoid from being interrogated by the brunette, it was never the other way around.
"Ames I need to talk to you." Rey said, his hand coming to her shoulder.
Amy looked at Rey curiously. The expression on his face that what he needed to say to her was of great importance. She nodded her head slowly and allowed herself to be pulled a bit further away from the group that had pause to wait for them. The redhead couldn't help but feel like that what he had to say was something horrible. The way his expression suddenly wilted and showed sadness was a dead give away.
"Rey...?" She asked questionably.
The Sand Diego native sighed, running his hand down his face. "Li-Li, I hate to tell you this but earlier I got a call from-" Before he could finish his sentence one of the stage hands came running towards them. The young stopped in front of the pair to catch his breath.
"Ms. Dumas, Mr. McMahon wants to see you and Mr. Cena right away." Amy nodded, offering the man a smile before he turned to re-enter the arena.
The redhead turned and smiled apologetically to Rey. "I'm sorry. I'll catch up with you right after I find out what Vince wants. You can tell me then, ok?"
Rey nodded, seeing as he really had no choice. Knowing perfectly well that Vincent Kennedy McMahon did not like to be kept waiting. But the next moment he'd get with the redhead he had to tell her what Torrie and Eddie had told him. He scratched the back of his neck knowing something like this was going to happen. With a frown he watch as Cena and Amy hurried ahead to find Vince's office for the night.
-X-
Amy yawned as she sat on the two seater couch in the room, John sitting beside her. This was boring. They called into McMahon's office and yet he is no where to be seen, instead they were told by another stage hand that they were to wait for the Chairman in his office. And here they were, a good 10 minutes must have already gone by and the pair hadn't said a word to each other. Which Amy found extremely unusual, especially for John Cena. The Massachusetts born superstar, always had something on his mind. It was a rarity to find him so quiet normally everyone had trouble shutting the young man up. The redhead glanced at her current companion, the young champion drawing patterns on the leather arm of the couch with a serious expression on his face. She couldn't help but laugh.
"Didn't get enough ass last night Cena?" She asked, laughing more when he looked up glaring at her. The glare he harbored didn't stay for long as it was soon replaced by his well known smirk.
"Woman, ya just jealous I got some and you didn't."
Amy rolled her eyes. "I'm so sure John."
John shrugged, leaning back. "'Sides if I hadn't I would have been a lot more uptight this morning."
"John I really don't need to know that."
John smirked more, "Hey you brought up the topic. Ain't my fault you can't handle it. Of course you coulda just brought up the topic to hint that ya wanted to sleep wit' me yourself. And I wouldn't blame you if ya did. I know how hot I am." He closed his eyes leaning his head back against the couch, missing the look of shock and then anger as a scowl came to Amy's lips. He wanted a beat before adding. "And ya know I wouldn't have complained had you wanted to do that."
The smart aleck champion smirked, although it was short lived as he soon felt Amy's hands trying to wrap around his neck. But since her hands were so small and his neck was rather large, the diva had to settle with pulling the superstar into a rather strong headlock. He strength surprising him greatly. Although he could have easily gotten out of the hold, he was having troubles with trying to control himself. During the time Amy was locking in her head lock, she had moved onto his lap to help her get a much better hold on him. John closed his eyes tight, forcing himself not to stare at her breast. The side of his pressed against the soft flesh, Lita either not realizing his faces proximity or just didn't care.
The pair didn't hear the door to the office open as another person walked in. His face shocked at the scene in front of him. He couldn't help but smirk as he filed this piece of information away for later use. He coughed to draw their attention.
"I'm sorry did I interrupt something?"
The redhead turning her head quickly towards the door a look of shock on her face. Amy's face soon turned a bright red. John wanted to move his head but for fear of being killed by the redhead who still had her headlock locked in he didn't. Instead he just spoke or tried to.
"It ain't want it looks like." John coughed. Amy scrambled to her previous spot next to the West Newbury native, keeping as much distance away from herself and John as possible.
Paul rose a brow, "Oh it's not? I'm sorry I just thought..."
Before he could say anything else on the matter, the office door opened once more and Vince McMahon strutted into the room and bright smile on his face. "Evening Gentlemen and Lady."
The Chairman seemed oblivious to the tension that had cleared formed why he was not in the room, still smiling he took a seat at his desk and folded his hands in front of him. "You'll have to forgive me I had another matter to attend to."
"It's alright boss." Paul spoke, smiling at the chairman.
Vince nodded, "Now to get this order of business out of the way. There has been a change of plans for your story angles." He said looking over at Amy and John, who were both still trying to remain apart. "Apparently the creative team got a last minute idea. Now we normally don't do this but when I saw what they had come up with I knew it just had to be done."
He watched the trio in front of him for their reactions. He smiled and continued, "Originally it was going to be Chris Masters teaming up with John Cena against Kane and Undertaker. However, like I said that's been changed. For the first time it's going to be Triple H and John Cena." Vince smiled broadly at his brilliant idea.
To say that the trio seated in front of him were shocked was an understatement. John, this time, being the first to speak.
"Are ya insane? I ain't gonna work with him."
Vince frowned, "Of course you are, because if you don't you can kiss your job here with the WWE goodbye.
John looked angered but didn't speak again. This time Amy speaking.
"But Mr. McMahon, Triple H and I have never really gotten along."
Vince nodded, "Yes I know, which is why he is going to be just as reluctant if not more so then John. Now we also figure that Triple H will have an alternative motive. His real reason for wanting to help is so that he can get close enough to John by gaining the man's trust and then betraying him so that he can gain the title Cena currently holds."
John rolled his eyes. He figured this much. Of course they would want to spoon feed their precious baby again by giving him the title once again. Like he hadn't had it enough already. He really didn't like Paul and he was going to make that very clear during their time together. It was going to take a lot of work just to manage himself to act as though he trusted the bastard.
Amy frowned. She really didn't want to do this anymore. She had nothing against Marc, Glen or John, she just really hated to be working with Paul. The last two times their were together in the ring had ended in disasters and she knew that this one was just going to end the same way. What got her was that it really didn't make any sense to her really. It made more sense to have Masters tag with John since he had worked with Lita and Edge one or two times previous. And even though she wanted to voice her opinions on the matter she knew she'd be told the same thing John have been told moments before. And despite having crappy storylines, she loved this company and the only way she'd leave was if she were to be fired. Funny how sometimes she wished she would be, but then she thinks about what life would be like without wrestling and all thoughts about it go away.
"Do Chris, Marc and Glen know about the change?" Amy asked.
Vince nodded, "Of course they do. Chris was looking forward to working with you again but we found a better angle for him."
Amy nodded, "Then are we done."
Again Vince nodded. "You all are free to go. Have a go evening. Oh and here are your scripts. Look them over well so we can make this believable."
After receiving their respective scripts the trio left the office. Paul glaring down at the script in his hand, while John stuffed his in the back pocket of his jeans and Amy leafed through hers.
"Well I see you later tonight to film our segment Amy."
The redhead nodded at Paul's words not really acknowledging them. With a shake of his head, he forwent a goodbye for John and disappeared down the opposite way John and Amy were headed. Before he was completely out of earshot he heard Amy telling John that she was going to call Adam once she returned to the Diva's locker room. The blond haired man couldn't stop the smirk from appearing on his face as he fished in the front pocket of his suit for his cell phone. The little object soon in his hand. He flipped open the electronic device and punched in a number.
"Hello? Yeah it's me. Listen I have something to tell you..." Paul blabbered on unaware that one of the divas were heading his way and was listening to every word spoken. A shocked expression on her face as she brought up a hand to her mouth to prevent the gasp that wanted to escape her.