Escape
"Stacy and Torrie are really going at it," Tazz said to Michael Cole. "Two of the best divas that the show has."
"That's right Tazz, these fans are sure getting their money's worth," Michael Cole agreed.
"And Stacy nails Torrie with a spinning heel kick, and the pin, Stacy's won!" Tazz said excited.
"She definitely deserves the victory," Michael Cole said as the fans screamed.
Stacy was enjoying her success when Carlito's music came on in. Carlito came out with a smile on his face and an apple in hand. Stacy was still shocked and confused when he entered the ring.
"Stacy, Stacy, Stacy," Carlito started, "you really don't want to be cool do you?"
"What?" Stacy asked mystified.
"You need Carlito's help more than anyone else in this business," Carlito said. "Let's take a look at some of the footage that Carlito has."
Stacy looked up at the big screen. She was completely shocked when she saw herself and Mr. McMahon kissing in his office.
"That is not cool," Carlito said laughing.
Right when Carlito finished Stacy was attacked from behind by Trish. Carlita watched curiously for a few moments and then raised the mic back up to his lips.
"Now that's cool," he said laughing.
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While Trish was busy keeping Stacy occupied Randy ran out of the locker room to go to her aid. As soon as Randy left the locker room Keira ran in and started rummaging through Stacy's belongings while John stood guard right outside of the door.
"I can't find it!" Keira yelled to John.
"Hurry up and find it then," John said to her.
Keira threw Stacy's things to the side and began going through Randy's.
"Found it!" Keira said and raced past John.
They quickly sprinted off. When they reached John's locker room Keira was almost hysterical with laughter.
"What should we do with it now?" John asked her.
"Look through it of course," Keira said turning the camera on.
John came to sit beside her as they flipped through the pictures. The first one that popped up was of the two of them.
"That's not that bad of a picture," John said laughing.
Keira gave him a look and continued to flip. She stopped immediately when she saw a picture of Randy and her. She remembered that picture perfectly and but she never did get to see it. Trish had taken it and then Randy took the camera. Randy had his arms around her from behind and his head was resting on her shoulder. They had both been so happy. That was before Vince McMahon had screwed up their relationship.
"You alright?" John asked her.
"What?" Keira asked. "Oh yeah, perfect."
She quickly shut the camera off and then looked at the clock.
"You're on in about five minutes," she said and loaded all of the pictures onto the memory card and took the card out of the camera. "I have to go replace this."
"I'll see you after my match," he said and kissed her forehead.
"You don't want me to come down with you?" Keira asked.
"I don't really think that you want to come," John said. "It's alright. I'll do okay without you for one match. Go to the hotel and get some rest."
"Okay," Keira said walking out of the dressing room looking at the camera. She wasn't watching where she was going and walked straight into John Bradshaw Layfeild. "Sorry about that."
"You better start watching where your going," JBL said.
"Well maybe if you quit putting on the pounds it would be easier for people to see the tiny crevasses that they could fit through while you're walking towards them," Keira said.
"Excuse me?" JBL asked. "I don't think that you know who you're talking to."
"I know damned well as to who I'm talking to," Keira replied. "Now leave me the hell alone."
"You really shouldn't run your mouth off to people that you don't know," JBL said. "It could get you into a lot of trouble."
"What are you gonna do? Sit on me?" Keira asked and then pushed past him.
She could tell that JBL was furious behind her. She also knew that people didn't talk that way to the self-made millionaire. Before she had another chance to think about it she was already at Stacy's locker room. She put the camera back into Randy's bag and left. When she turned the corner she ran right into Randy.
"I'm having the worst day ever," Keira said picking herself up off of the floor.
"Wanna talk about it?" Randy asked her.
"Yes, but with anyone else in the world besides you," Keira said and for the second time that day pushed past someone she didn't want to see.
"Hey! Keira!" Trish yelled.
Keira turned around to see a played out Trish. "Did you get it?"
"Yeah," Keira said. "What happened to you?"
"I jumped Stacy from behind, like we discussed, but then Carlito completely turned on me and chased me through the crowd, all the way here, after Randy came out," Trish explained. Then she looked confused. "Aren't you supposed to be with John right now?"
"He told me to just go to the hotel and get some shut eye, it's only a house show anyways," Keira said.
"Okay, what's wrong?" Trish asked. "You and John can barely keep your hands off one another and then the next second you don't want to be with him?"
"I saw something that I didn't expect to see," Keira said.
"What was it? Did John kiss another woman? I'll kick his ass!" Trish yelled.
"It was nothing that John did," Keira said. "When we snuck into the dressing room we found the camera and then it was my idea to go snooping through it. Well the picture that you took of Randy and me was still on it. You know, when we were still happy."
"Ah, I see," Trish said.
"I feel horrible now because now John thinks that he's only the rebound guy, but he's not, what I feel for John is real," Keira said.
"You'll both get over it," Trish said patting her on the back.
"And then on top of that I completely ran into Layfeild and Orton within ten minutes," Keira said. "It's the worst day ever!"
"Go sleep it off," Trish said laughing. "And believe me, you'll have days that are much worse."
"Geez thanks," Keira said walking away. "I'll see you later."
"For sure," Trish said walking in the opposite direction.
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When Keira awoke three hours later noticed that there were two strong arms around her. She turned around and saw John peacefully sleeping.
"John," Keira sang into his ear.
He moved slightly and moved back into a calm sleep.
"John," she sang again this time smoothly blowing into his ear.
"Yeah?" He asked.
"I'm sorry," Keira said softly.
"Sorry for what?" John asked.
"For acting the way I did earlier. You've gotta believe me when I tell you that I don't have any feelings for…"
Before she could finished John planted his lips on hers.
"I know that you don't," he said and smiled.
"Oh God," Keira said and buried her face in his chest.
"What?" John asked confused.
"I'm embarrassed," she said and looked at him. "I do this all the time! I make a big deal out of absolutely nothing at all!"
"I think I'll forgive you this time," John said running his fingers through her hair.
Keira kissed him hard and didn't pull away. He shared her passion and kissed her back in dramatic fashion. She rolled on top of him and let his hands search around her body. When she started to show signs of weakness John wrapped his arms around her body and rolled her onto the bottom. He continued to kiss her lips and slowly started to move down towards her neck. Keira was breathing heavily and letting the odd moan escape her lips. Every moan that left her mouth was like music to his ears. She felt his hand slowly make its way up her shirt and firmly hold onto her torso as she began to squirm in anticipation.
"Oh God John," Keira groaned and rubbed his shoulders.
John ripped Keira's shirt open and started kissing the tops of her breasts. He continued to caress her sides while she laid back on the bed. John quickly pulled his shirt over his head and Keira was quick to caress his chest when he came back up to her lips. Keira looked down at John's chest, even though she had seen his chest a ton of times it amazed her even more when he was on top of her. Their lips collided in a passionate kiss when there was a loud pounding on the door.
"Open up right this instant!" Vince McMahon yelled from the other side.
"Oh shit," John and Keira said at the same time.
"I got it," John said and hurried Keira into the bathroom. He calmly opened the door and looked at Vince. "How may I help you?"
"You're in trouble Cena," Vince said angrily. "How did you get that video tape?"
"I had nothing to do with that whole Carlito thing man," John said defensively. "You have to ask him where he got that video."
"I did," Vince said. "He said that he got it from you."
"Well I didn't have anything to do with that," John replied.
"Oh yes you do," Vince said. "I know that Stacy got a picture of the two of you being friendly and you two would do anything to keep Stacy in the ring and make Randy leave the locker room. So, how'd you get the video tape?"
John looked at him and smirked. "Why exactly would you be taping that in the first place? You some kind of sick freak that enjoys watching it over when you're all alone and horny in the middle of the night?" John asked.
"Cena, you're one smart comment away from being suspended again," Vince said getting more and more aggravated by the second. "Now where's the tape?"
"I don't know," John said.
Vince's face was red. "I knew that Randy was always going to become the better competitor the moment I met the two of you," Vince said. "No wonder I chose him over you."
John just looked at Vince.
"You'll regret this," Vince said and walked out of the hotel room, slamming the door after him.
After waiting for a few seconds John walked over and lightly tapped on the door.
"He's gone now."
Keira came out, now fully dressed.
"Well, that was a close one," Keira said laughing.
"You okay?" He asked while taking her into a tender hug.
"Yeah, I'm good," she said smiling.
"Let's get out of here," John said.
"Okay, where'd you wanna go?" Keira asked.
"Salt Lake City," John said.
"Umm…yeah, about that, it's over a thousand miles away!" Keira yelled.
"I know, that's what'll make it interesting," John said. "We can be alone together for three days. We won't have to worry about anyone."
"I don't know," Keira said slowly.
"C'mon, it's not like either of us have any obligations for the next three days anyways," John pleaded.
Keira looked around. "Alright, but I'm not sleeping in a car over night," she said.
"Deal," he said and picked her up. "Pack all your stuff together. I'll go get a car for a few days and we'll be ready to roll."
"I want a good car too!" Keira yelled out the door.
"I'm sure you do," Trish said from behind.
"Oh my God, you scared me," Keira said putting her hand on her chest. "Are you trying to kill me?"
"Trying, not succeeding," Trish said walking into the room and sitting down on the bed. "So, what's happening?"
"Umm…apparently we're renting a car for three days and driving down to Salt Lake City," Keira explained.
"Aww…that's so romantic. Your idea?" Trish asked.
"Actually it was his," Keira said as she began to pack all of her things.
"It's no fair," Trish complained. "You get all the cute and sweet guys. I get the ugly and extremely rude."
"You'll find Mr. Perfect, it's not that hard," Keira said.
"Yeah, I suppose there are easier things I could try to do in the meantime. You know, like nailing Jello to a tree," Trish said laughing.
"Maybe it work a lot better if you weren't always so hard on yourself and the men around you," Keira said. "We'll go bar hopping when we're in Salt Lake."
"We'll see," Trish replied. "I feel like being depressed for a while."
"Well you're good at that," Keira said.
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