Just isn't enough
My black stilettoes clicked against the floor as I headed to the cafeteria in the arena. I was walking with a proud smile on my face at the actions of last night. It just felt so good seeing the look on John's face, the anger I saw was so great and I wanted more, it was like a craving, a desire, I don't know how to explain it, but I was aching to have it again. Something just felt right when I got my payback, I was now a woman on a mission, my mission. To piss off John Cena to the fullest extent, I was defiantly gonna show him you don't fuck with me.
As I walked into the café I really got stares from a lot of the guys. I knew I would, that was my plan, I was dressed in very tight black shorts, and a red tee, my hair was down in curls and I wore a sexy smirk that would bring any man down. Trust me, if looks could kill, I'd be on death row.
I spotted Lita sipping on a glass of orange juice reading a book. I walked over to her right away. "Mornin Lita."
She took one look at me and gasped. "Damn, what's with the outfit?."
"You think it's too much?." I asked.
"Uh...yeah." She said setting her book down.
I smiled big. "Good."
"So what's the plan of action today?." She asked.
I shrugged. "I don't know, I haven't seen the s.o.b. anywhere. Plus I'm supposed to be getting some tattoos and piercing today, not to mention I wanna go shopping, but I don't have any money."
Right away Lita put up the index finger and smiled. "Light bulb." She said. "I have an idea."
"Okay spill." I said scooting closer to the table.
"Two words...shopping spree."
"I'm gonna need more than that girl." I said not understanding where she was going.
Lita rolled her eyes. "Get one of his credit cards and burn the son ova bitch out." She said simply.
A huge grin appeared on my face as I leaned back in my seat and nodded in approval. "I love the sound of that." I turned to her. "Wanna help spend it?."
She put a hand to her chest. "Why Jina, I am so honored." She began to act like she was crying, we soon busted out laughing.
I stopped laughing all of the sudden. "Wait a minute, one problem, how am I gonna get the punks card?." Lita stopped laughing hearing the comment, we literally thought for a few minutes. Then we both turned to each other and smiled.
Only one thought went through both our minds. "Randy."
John's Locker room
"I can't believe you want me to steal my best friends wallet." Randy said shocked. Jina and Lita were standing in front of him, John had to go to a meeting with Eric Bishoff and wouldn't be back for a while.
"Look will you stop being a punk and just do it!." Jina screamed, randy's refusal was annoying the hell outta her.
"Calm down Jin." Lita said before turning back to randy. "Look, all we're asking is for you to give us one of john credit cards, we're just gonna go on a little shopping spree-"
"And buy a few clothes so you'll look nice, yeah I know what your up to...your gonna practically fry the sucker to a pulp."
"How'd you know?." Jina asked.
"I've had some experiences." Randy replied.
"Well look, his jacket is just right there." Jina said pointing to the bench were john's red sox jacket laid lifelessly. "Just give us the wallet."
"I don't want my fingerprints on any of this." Randy said holding his hands up.
Jina sighed loudly as she rolled her eyes. "Men." She said aloud as she walked over to the bench.
"What are you doing?." Randy asked.
"If ya pussy ass won't do the simple task I'll do it, god you men are so fuckin scared of everything." She mumbled to herself, she successfully retrieved the credit card and her and lita headed to the door.
"Thanks for the help Randy." Lita said sarcastically as they left.
When the door closed randy sighed. "John...your dealing with the devil here."
4 days later at John's house
Randy was sitting carelessly on the couch watching tv, while john was looking through the fridge trying to find something to eat.
"What do you want Randy?." John asked as he began to pull out various foods.
"I don't know, whatever your gonna eat." Randy responded from the couch. Just then there was a noise at the door, randy looked over and saw that the mail had came, he got to his feet and picked the different envelopes off the floor. As he searched threw them one caught his gaze, it was the credit card bill, randy became nervous. "Hey john, the mail came."
"What did I get?." John said from the kitchen.
"Just the PG&E, some spam and the credit card bill."
"Oh, open that up for me will ya buddy." Randy groaned as he unwillingly opened the letter, he knew instantly when he saw it that this wasn't gonna be good. As he unfolded the paper he almost lost his balance and his breath when he caught glimpse of the amount john owed. At that moment john walked in with a plate with two sandwiches on it.
"Damn man you look like you seen a ghost." John said in between his laughs as he handed the plate to randy in exchange for the piece of paper, his smile immediately faded when he saw the amount he owed on his credit card, john suddenly felt dizzy and then fainted.
"John." Randy called as he stared down at his fallen friend, he bent down and picked up the paper, he examined it again. "Jina you really fried that sucker dry."
The amount john owed was $9,583 and 24 cents.