A/N: Hey thanks to those of you who reviewed the first chapter. I'm really glad your liking it because I enjoy writing it. Well here is the second chapter to the story. I had it done a couple of days ago, so here it is. Please review and let me know what you think. Every review is appreciated. Thanks.

Chapter 2-

SmackDown: The Tuesday after WrestleMania

He arrived at the arena early that day, wanting to give himself some extra time to get some shine to his newly won title before he headed out to the crowd. He looked at the show's lineup and spotted his name first on the appearance list. Placing the gold over his shoulders he stands tall in the middle of the narrow hallway running his index finger through the list of superstars that were to be part of the show tonight. Being the champ, of course he was on the list. Teddy Long had assigned him first to show up asking him to start off the show with a celebration with the fans for his win against JBL on Sunday.

John took his blue eyes off the taped piece of paper on the wall and crepted along the halls headed to see Tom, the polish guy who shines all the superstars' titles before each show. Passing through the camera crews, he gives him a smile when they greeted and congratulated him on his victory. "Ey, y'all betta' get a good shot of me tonight." He says to the crew of camera people as he turns to the right to enter Tom's office.

Tom's office was as small as walk in closet. There was nothing in there but a desk and a chair. On top of the desk was a couple of the material he uses to make the title belts get their shines on. "Ey, Tom!" John greets offering a hand to the short, plumped man who sat at the opposite side of the small crowded room.

"Hey Champ!" Tom cheerfully greeted lifting himself up to shake John's hand. "Uh, new baby huh? Congrats man." He continues indicating to John's title.

"Your damn right." John nods his head looking down at the gold over his shoulder.

"Well, your here early. Your usually the one who doesn't get here until the time your suppose to show and perform your part. Whats got you here this early?" He asked.

"Oh well I started work early today, hada bunch of press conferences about the win and stuff. Teddy called me up and said I was goin' to open the show tonight. I figured I'd get here early so you can work on my belt for me."

"Needs a shine?" Tom says placing his glasses on and looks at the title testily.

John shakes his head. "Nah, I was wondering if you can upgrade it. Just like what you did to my United States title."

"Oh." Tom says shortly. "But John, this is the WWE title, don't you think your going against tradition? This title been in the business for years, this title been in the hands of Hogan, Rick Flair."

John chuckles. "Tom, I'm not going against the tradition. I just want a change with the look of the belt and its for me only. C'mon I have to lose it one day and the next brother who has this can have the old title back. The upgrade is only for me and you know that. Look at Orlando, he took my U.S title and changed it back to that ugly ass one."

Tom nods knowing that John liked to be different from the rest. "Ok, OK, I'll do it but its going to cost you."

"No shit, I thought it was free." John says joking. "How much?"

"Depends, how do you want it?"

"Hmm..." John says looking off to the right to think. He hasn't really thought it, all his great ideas on title upgrading went to his United States title. "I'll tell you what, do whatever you want just make sure its my style."

Tom nods. "No problem." Knowing John extremely well he knew exactly what to so with the new belt.

John smiles. "Surprise me. Do whatever you want."

"And I'm getting paid for this right?"

"Have I ever done you wrong Tom?" John asked and Tom shook his head. "There you go." John says turning back to the exit. "Just make sure the belt is done by next week, I gotta talk to Teddy and let him know to postpone my celebration tonight. See ya later dawg."

"Torrie, get up!" Stacy's voice rings through her ears, it was worser than an alarm clock. "Are you going to the show tonight or what?"

Torrie opens her eyes and spots Stacy standing tall over her bed with her hands on her hips. "Mmm." She moans still half asleep.

Stacy rolls her eyes, looks around and spots the pillow on her bed. She picks it up and hits Torrie with it upside the head, to her satisfaction this woke Torrie up making her jump two feet off the bed.

"AH! STACY!"

"Tor!" She yelled back. "I been trying to wake your butt up for the past half hour."

"You didn't need too." Torrie says back laying back down on the mattress.

"Why not? Its freaking six pm." Stacy states.

"I'm not going to the show tonight Stace."

Stacy rolls her eyes. "F.Y.I Torrie, Teddy just rang and you have a match against Dawn."

"Wonderful." Torrie says lacking out of excitement.

"You don't sound too excited."

"I'm not." She says burying her head in the pillow.

Stacy knew Torrie too well and automatically knew something was wrong with her best friend. Torrie was usually always so stoked about heading to be part of SmackDown and nothing more can cheer this girl up by putting her in a match against Dawn. "Torrie a match is better than passing out tshirts." Stacy says.

Torrie mutters something under the pillow that Stacy couldn't understand.

"Thats it." She says pushing the blanket off Torrie's body. "Get up!"

"Leave me alone!" Torrie snaps placing the blanket back over her body.

Stacy sits on the bed. "What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing? Torrie, I know you better than anyone. I know something is bothering you."

"I'm worthless." She says quietly.

"Your what now?" Stacy asked being more confused than ever. "Torrie, I'm not understanding, you got to give me a clear explanation. Saying I'm worthless isn't doing me any good."

Torrie turns to face her. "I'm a horrible diva, I'm worthless, and I suck at wrestling! I'm not going to the show tonight."

Stacy's patience starts to run thin. "What is going on with you? Did Pete do something? Did he tell you that you were worthless?" She asked cottoning on to Torrie's taunts.

Torrie shook her head. "Nope, just forget about it Stace."

"No, I will not forget about it! Something is obviously up that ass of yours, now spill it!" Stacy snaps.

Knowing there was no way she'll win against Stacy, Torrie takes a deep breath getting ready to tell her friend about the encounter with Cena after WrestleMania. Friends tell friends everything right? "Its Cena." Torrie starts.

"Oh Christ." Stacy says placing one of her long fingernails in her mouth and bit on it. "What happened?"

"I was in my hotel trying to get some sleep and his hotel room was right next to mine. He was making a lot of noises so I knock on his door and asked him to quiet down. We got in a bit of a fight and he said I was worthless."

Stacy nods. "Oh what kind of noises was he making? Was he drunk?"

Torrie mentally slaps herself. Gawd, she was hoping Stacy wouldn't question her about the noises. "He was having sex with someone." Torrie informs.

Stacy laughs. "Haha."

"Its not funny, he was so rude to me."

Stacy shakes her head. "He is not rude." She says. "John is a sweetheart." Stacy knew John really well through her boyfriend Randy who was John's best friend.

Torrie chuckles. "A sweetheart? You should of heard what he called me that night. He called me a cheap whore and said I was worthless and gave all the Divas a bad name."

"Oh I'm sure he didn't mean it. John had a party that night and he was probably drunk when he said that. He is a really nice guy, you know."

"Stacy, people tell the truth when they're drunk."

"Not always."

"And I can assure you he wasn't drunk. He was sober."

"Fine, fine, fine." Stacy says. "Whatever you say, just get up and go to the show please. Vince isn't happy these days so please just show up, ignore John and do your part."

She nods in agreement. "Fine." She says shortly getting up from the bed and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. Just ignore Cena, you never run into him during the shows anyway even if his dressing room is always near the Divas' and if you do run into him, like Stace says ignore him. She thought as she closed the bathroom door leaving Stacy alone in the hotel suit.

Stacy gets up from the bed and waits to hear the water run in the bathroom to signal herself that Torrie was in the shower. When the sound of dropping liquid came to her hearing she quickly ran to her purse across the room, took her cellphone out and dialed Randy's number. This newly passed information about John was something Randy had to hear.

"Wh-what?" Randy asked in dislief after she told him. "John really laid it thick on her?"

"Yes baby." Stacy says. "Torrie says John was really rude, and called her a whore, worthless and all these names."

"Hmm, it doesn't sound like John at all."

She nods in agreement. "Yeah, thats why I called you. You were at his party on Sunday, was he drunk?"

"No, he was sober. He was the one who drove." Randy informed remembering that he was the one who was wasted, John was fine.

"Ok. Torrie says he was sober as well." Said Stacy. "Does he have a new girlfriend? Torrie says he was having sex with someone and I know for a fact that Dawn was the only girl at the party. If he slept with that slut I'm going to have to shoot his dick off."

Randy laughs. "It was not Dawn. Luckily Shelton warned John about Dawn sleeping with the whole SmackDown rooster. You know how John is, he sleeps with any female he likes. The girl on Sunday was nothing, it was just some chick Carlito brought with him to the party."

Stacy nodded knowing John sleeps with females and makes no commitment with them. John was never the type of person to go into serious relationships, he preferred just being friends and having sex whenever he was in a mood. "Oh then Dawn is pissed then?"

"Oh yeah!" Randy stated in a high tone. "She got pissed and peeled out of the party once she saw the chick all over John."

She smiles liking what she was hearing. "Haha, good for her."

"Yeah."

"Can you talk to John?"

"About what?"

"The fight with Torrie and how rude he was to her." Stacy reminded him.

He sighed. "Baby, I don't think its going to do no good."

"Why not? John was being an ass and Torrie deserves an apology from him."

"It doesn't sound like John though. I know John, he wouldn't say a thing like that espeically to a female." Randy states as if that settled the matter. "Maybe Torrie is making up stories."

Stacy's eyes widen. "What?" She says.

"I mean C'mon Stace you said it yourself that those things she told you wasn't like John."

"Yeah, I did but-" He cuts her off way too short before she can finish.

"Plus Torries been beaten around the bush these days. She left Pete and shes alone. Your her friend, maybe this is her way to get you to spend more time with her. Tell you some crack head story so your attention in on her." Randy concluded hoping this would end it.

Stacy however was angered. "Spend more time with her? Honestly Randy, since her split with Pete I been with her 24/7 being a strong support system. How can I possibly spend more time with her?"

He shrugs. "Ok maybe Torrie thinks your getting tired of her and is going to leave soon so she makes up a story to make you stay longer."

"Would you stop!" Stacy snaps.

"Stop what?"

"Pulling conclusions out of a damn hat!"

"Stace, I was just-."

"No Randy, you aren't helping here. If your telling me that my best friend is a complete liar then there is no point in continuing this conversation with you. I refuse to hear it."

"Stacy, open you eyes. Torrie is lieing, John isn't like that."

"Then I suggest you talk to John and find out what really happened." Stacy spats and she hangs up and for the first time in their relationship, she couldn't believe Randy.

"What a sore loser." Shelton says catching up with John backstage and handed him a cold bottle of water and a towel.

John had just got out of the ring and did the opening to the show, like he expected that son of a bitch JBL sticked his nose in and came out. John wasn't at all angry about it, he expected it afterall. "Thanks dawg." John says taking the towel and water bottle out of Shelton's hold.

The two superstars walked backstage together heading to the male locker room. "So you gots a match tonight?" John asked.

Shelton nods. "Yeah against Carlito, it isn't until an hour and half pass the show though. So how was the crowd John?"

"Incredible, the fans are really pumped tonight."

"Yeah thats because they have a new champion. A champion they actually like." Shelton says continuing to walk with John."Why didn't you beat JBL's ass out there?"

"Shelton, do you really think I'm that stupid? C'mon dawg, you know once I get on JBL his three little girlfriends, Orlando and the Basham girls are going to come out with chairs and shit."

Shelton nods. "Yeah but your a fighter though John."

"Yeah but I'm not about to get jumped espeically after I won this baby." John says patting his title. "I know JBL wants to take me out, injure me real bad so he gets the gold. Not going to happen homie."

"Yeah losing that title serves that ruddy cowboy up. You better watch your back though John. The wrestling God isn't too happy." Shelton says giving John a pat on the back as he fasten his pace and departed once they reached the men's locker room. John stood by the door and watched as Shelton heads further into the hall heading into the cafeteria.

He was right, JBL has taken the lost to the championship really hard. The man was obsessed in being a champion and nothing was going to stop him from getting the gold back from Cena. John on the other hand couldn't care any less. He won that match fair and square. He was the champion not JBL. If John Bradshaw Layfield wanted some, then he can get some.

John opens the door to the men's locker room and found it empty when he stepped inside. He hung his belt up on the racks as he placed the water bottle down to one side with his free hand. He wipes the sweat off his forehead with the base towel Shelton had given him and felt the urge to take a shower. Wow, he was only out there for twenty minutes and he was already smelling like a wet dog. John smells himself and found the idea of a shower a really good one. He pulls his shirt over his body when he heard the door open and someone stepped inside. Thinking it was Shelton, he didn't bother turning around as he pulled his shirt up over his shoulders, slipping it off him.

"Yo, Shelton can you pass me my gym bag dawg? Imma hop in the shower." John says tossing his shirt to the side and soon headed to the wash room when a hand landed on his shoulder. He turns around and sees RAW's Randy Orton. "What in the fuck are you doin' here?"

"Is that the way you greet a friend these days?" Randy asked taking his hand off John's bare shoulder and wipes the sweat off his hands against his pants.

"Sorry man." John apologizes and gives his best friend a man hug. Randy returns the friendly embrace and couldn't help but smell John.

"Geez John, did you wrestle tonight or what? You smell like the dead." Randy says quickly letting go of John.

"I was going to hop in the shower." John informed. "Do I really smell that bad?"

Randy nods his head trying not to breath in another flock of air. "Well anyways, I'm here to talk to you."

"About what?" John takes a seat on the bench.

"Uh, well this wasn't my idea but Stacy is pissed at me." Randy informed.

"Randy if your asking me for love advice forget it. You might as well go to Trish for that and borrow one of those books she reads."

"No, no you didn't let me finish."

"Aight, finish then." John points out looking up at Randy.

"Ok like I said this wasn't my idea to come here. I came to talk to you because I think Stacy is pissed at me. She called me earlier and said that you got into a fight with Torrie."

John chuckles. "A fight? It wasn't a fight!" He protested.

"So everything Stacy told me is true John?" Randy asked. "You really did call Torrie a whore and said a bunch of bull about her being worthless?"

"I don't understand why this is concerning you."

He sighs. "It concerns me because it concerns Stacy and shes probably pissed at me for what I said about Torrie earlier!"

"What did you say about Torrie?" Asked John.

"Whatever I said about her doesn't matter John, its what you said that does. Now, what did you say to her?" Randy demanded.

John rises from the bench. "Ok! Fine, whatever, I called her a whore and said all those stuff alright!"

Randy shakes his head. "Great, thanks for making me feel like an asshole John. Now I regret calling Torrie a lair."

"Oh so is that why Stacy is mad at ya?"

Randy nods. "Yeah, she hung up on me earlier. She wanted me to talk to you about the whole Torrie thing. You know Stacy, she really cares for Torrie."

John nods. "Yea."

"I think she wants you to apologize for it." Randy informs John.

"I did." John says. "She ignored me and said she didn't want to hear it. I ain't apologizing again. She turned it down the first time and I'm not going to be anyone's bitch and beg for forgiveness. No way."

Randy rolls his eyes. "C'mon John, be a gentlemen."

"Randy, I was being a gentlemen when I said sorry the first time. Torrie pushed me away and didn't take it. I'm not doing it again. That shit is settled and over with. I'm going to do her a favor and pretend it never happened."

"Ey, nice job out there Torrie!" RVD congratulated the Diva shortly after her match with Dawn Marie.

Torrie did what she known to do around the locker room area and gave Rob a wide smile followed by a warm hug. Being on SmackDown for two whole years now, the rooster of superstars were like her family. She wouldn't give SmackDown up for RAW, Torrie Wilson was indeed a SmackDown girl. After the encounter with Rob she ran into Jackie who came out of her dressing room. She shut the door quickly and spotted Torrie.

"Dawn has gone insane." She informs motioning to the closed door. Jackie had shared dressing rooms with Dawn since day one and was growing tired of the bitter Diva.

"Oh." Torrie says shortly not really knowing what to say. Dawn threw fits all the time when she loses a match.

"No Torrie, I mean insane, insane." Jackie says backing away from the door.

Torrie started to hear Dawn yell and throw bags against the walls inside the dressing room, it sounded like she was having a major tantrum. "Shes just a swore loser Jackie, c'mon you can stay in my dressing room tonight."

Jackie nods in agreement and followed Torrie to her locker room. "Being the number one Diva here certainly does pay off. I mean you got your own locker room for damn sake!" Jackie says walking inside Torrie's own, private, room.

Torrie nods. "Jackie you can always stay in here with me you know. You don't have to put up with Dawn. I know how she gets."

"Yeah thanks Tor. Dawn been extra insane lately. Did you hear about Cena trying her down and she got pissed?"

Torrie rolls her eyes at the mention of Cena's name. "Whatever." She mutters under her breath. "Cena and Dawn might as well get together, they're perfect. Both rude, bitter, self centered bitches."

"Whoa!" Jackie's eyes widen. "Torrie!" Jackie says in surprise never hearing Torrie use a bad word in her life.

"What? Its true. They both are." Torrie stated without any hesitation.

Jackie nods. "Yeah true on Dawn's part but John is a really sweet guy. What do you hold against him?"

"Nothing, I'm just tired of it really."

She nods again. "Fair enough. Listen, thanks for inviting me Torrie but I got to go and find Charlie, his match is in a few minutes so.." She says giving Torrie a kiss on the cheek. "Love ya. See you next Tuesday." Jackie quickly departed from the room without giving Torrie a chance to say goodbye.

Torrie sat in the locker room in silence, just like every night since the breakup with Pete she was alone. She looks at her pink, diamond covered cellphone which laid off to her side and hoped it would ring and Stacy was the other end. Stacy had stayed in the hotel and said she would be calling to see what was happening. Torrie's phone hadn't rang all day despite all the superstars and divas had her number. She was starting to feel like a complete loaner, a feeling she hasn't felt since her junior high days. She felt alone, more alone than she ever felt in her whole life. She would give anything to have Pete back by her side, it was nice to just have someone hold you when your insides are black and blue.

She rises up from her seat, starts to pack her bags and headed out of the locker room. The show was meant to be over in a few minutes and she didn't want to waste anymore time to exit. Remembering how long it took for Amy to drive her car out of the arena on Sunday, Torrie knew she had to leave early before the parking lot chaos began.

Exiting through the back door she feels the cold breeze hit her skin making her shriver. She didn't change from her wrestling gear which was a pair of black booty shorts and a pink bra top to finish it up. Torrie swings her heavy bag over her shoulder and hugs herself trying to stay warm. She continued to head to her car as she dug inside the bag for her keys. She reached in and started to feel around the inside trying to locate it as the wind picked up harder.

"C'mon." She says tapping her foot on the cement ground raking her hand inside the bag for her keys.

"Torrie Wilson?" A voice said coming from behind her.

"AH!" She screams in surprise dropping her bag to the floor causing her cellphone, makeup, lingerie and many more accessories to fall out of the bag. Torrie turns around and spots Kenzo Suzuki. "Jesus christ Kenzo you scared me." She says being relief and places her hand on her throbbing heart.

Kenzo grins. "Kenzo does not mean Torrie Wilson any harm." He says placing a hand on Torrie's shoulder and began to run it up and down her smooth skin.

Torrie automatically smells hard liquor and sensed a drunk man. "Yeah." She says backing away when he moved closer to her again.

"You, Torrie Wilson is SmackDown number one Diva!" Kenzo grins again this time it was a sick type of grin that grossed the heck out of her.

"Uh...Kenzo, wheres Hiroko?" Torrie asked trying to back off again looking around the parking lot hoping to see any signs of Hiroko. The lot was however empty. Suddenly she felt Kenzo's hand on her right thigh as he breathed on her neck heavily. The smell of liquor poisoned Torrie and she began to feel really dizzy. "Kenzo, what are you doing?" She snaps slapping his hands off her.

"You, Torrie Wilson will not insult Kenzo Suzuki!" He snaps as he backhand slaps Torrie in the face and gets her on the ground. Kenzo crawls up on top of her and starts to kiss her roughy around the waistline of her neck as he cupped both of her breasts. Torrie screams for help trying to push Kenzo off her but his weight overtook her and she couldn't get him off.

"Stop it!" She screams trying to kick her way out as Kenzo held her down tighter and made an attempt to kiss her on the mouth but Torrie headbutted him.

"You bitch!" He yelled placing his right hand in the air getting ready to hit her in the face again. Torrie closes her eyes waiting for the pain to come when it didn't. Instead of feeling Kenzo's hand slap her again, she felt someone strong enough to pull Kenzo off her.

"Ey man, what the fuck is your problem?" The familiar voice demanded as Torrie opened her eyes.

"Cena!" Kenzo snaps pushing John against Torrie's car.

John smirks a little bit before pushing Kenzo back. "What? You wanna fight?" John pushes him lightly again. "Huh?"

Torrie lays on the cold floor watching the two men look into each other eyes like two warriors in the ring and the only way to get out was the kill the other. John's stare however was more killing than Kenzo's. "C'mon bitch, you can have the first hit!" John yells pointing a finger on his right check. "C'mon hit me right here! Cuz you ain't gettin' anymore hits after that." He continues and Torrie suddenly found there wasn't any need for this. John pushes Kenzo again, this time with more force that Kenzo almost lost his balance. "What the are you waitin fo' homie! Hit me!"

Torrie quickly gets up. "NO! Cena!" Torrie yells getting in the way.

To her relief Hiroko had runned up to them and grabbed Kenzo by the arm who was still staring at John. "Kenzo? Where have you been? Me, been looking everywhere for you." Hiroko looked at her surroundings and gave a quick glance at both Torrie and John, not liking what she was seeing she pulled Kenzo towards her and they both started to walk back inside the building.

John shakes his head. "Imma beat his ass, I swear. This ain't the last of this." He says under his breath.

Torrie heard. "Are you crazy?" She asked from behind him. "He was drunk Cena!"

John turns around and faces her. "Me? Crazy? Women, your off your fuckin nut. If I was crazy I would of joined him and raped you."

"I was talking about your attempt in fighting him. Your lucky I stopped it because you would be fired tomorrow for hurting a superstar outside the ring, unscripted!" She yells. "And may I add that you could of been arrested as well."

"I had a reason." He stated reminding her. "He was going to rape you, what was I suppose to do? Pull up a chair, have a beer, and watch it?"

"You could of handled it in a better way. Kenzo was drunk, he didn't know what he was doing."

John shrugs. "Drunk or not, the guy is still crazy. Your lucky I showed up in time."

Torrie chuckles shaking her head. "Things would of been better if you hadn't to tell you the truth."

"Hmm, are you saying you could of taken Kenzo yourself? It looked to me that you were struggling and was going to get bitch slapped again."

"Hiroko showed didn't she? It would of been better her, than you." Torrie says nastily not feeling thankful that John had saved her. Their fight from Sunday was still nailed hard in her gut and she would never forget all those things he called her. Torrie takes her eyes off the champ and turns back around to her stuff that was shattered all over the ground. She kneels down to her knees and starts to place them all back in her bag.

Unexpectedly John moves towards her and gets down to his knees and starts to help her. John picks up one of the lingerie pieces on the ground and Torrie slaps his hand and grabs it from him. "I can do it myself!" She says.

John sighs deeply. "Look Torrie, I'm sorry ok?" He says softly.

Torrie ignores him and continues to place all her belongings in the bag. Her long blonde hair was in her face and John couldn't see her face expression when he had said the words. Feeling the need to say more he continues. "I know we got off at a bad start and I'm really sorry for that. The thing is I'm a really nice guy and I didn't mean to hurt your feelings that night."

"But its the truth, isn't it?" Torrie replied not looking at him.

"The what now?"

"Theres no need to be sorry John, you said the truth about me and I'll take it."

John shakes his head. "No, no, I didn't mean anything I said. I call Trish a slut all the time and she knows I'm joking."

Torrie lifts herself up from the ground taking her bag with her. "See, thats your problem Cena. You don't know how to treat women with respect!" She snaps.

John lifts himself up as well. "What are you talking about?" He raises his eyebrows in curiosity.

Torrie chuckles. "I know you happen to be a street thug meaning you look upon all women as nothing more but a good piece of ass. You call Trish a slut, called me a whore and from what I heard from Stacy you sleep with random chicks who throw themselves at you! You are a womanizer and nothing more!" She spats.

John was speechless for words and couldn't say anything back. Instead he watches as Torrie got in her car, shut the door, and soon drove away. John stood alone in the empty parking with Torrie's voice repeating itself in his head like an endless waterfall that kept going and going. It wasn't until Torrie's car disappeared when he moved to a new standing position when something sparkling caught his eyes. There laying on the cement ground of the parking lot was a small, pink cellphone, polished in diamonds.

A/N: I really LOVE Kenzo, I really do, he's one of my favorites. I thought I'd add in his whole infatuation with Torrie in the story, lol it was kind of funny on tv.

Please review, I would really appreciate it. Thanks.