Beautiful Disasters

Chapter One: "A Playful Bet and Meeting with the Devil"

I never forgot that night but it'd be dumb not to pretend why. You can't just forget who you gave your life to, who you gave just about everything you had. The moment I layed eyes on him, the hold he had on me never ceased to sweep me off my feet and it never will cease. But there comes a time when you must let go..when things turn out the way they did. It's said that you can never blame the one that came between you and your lover..but when that person is your best friend, I believe it's safe to blame them..I could drop to my knees every night and pray for the answers, but they never would come. No, I've tried to let this all side but it's impossible to do just that. There are scars on my heart to remind me inwardly..and they will always be there to remind me of that terrible period of my life. Sure, he helped me grow into what I am today but that doesn't change what he did..or more importantly, the fact that I almost lost my life because of him..

Stacy Keibler drug her long legs across the soft carpet, stopping to stare at the clock as if the time were important..which, in fact, it was not. She hadn't been to work in over a year and she wasn't planning to go back anytime soon. All she could do was stay at home and slowly slip away from reality, not that she had any grasp of it anyhow. Stacy wasn't the girl she used to be and she never would be her again. The blonde tossed her messy hair behind her as she slowly made her way into the kitchen, calmly and quietly. But the silence in the house was abruptly put to an end as the phone began ringing suddendly, bringing a loud gasp from Stacy's lips.

"..Hello?" she said into the phone, her voice shaking softly.

"Girl, where are you? I've called your cell like, eight times in a row and I keep getting your voicemail!" Stacy's close friend spoke loudly into the phone, the sound of music and laughter ringing in the background.

"Trish, I told you..I don't want to be bothered." Stacy sighed as she flipped through the latest RAW magazine, half heartedly realising that she missed all her friends back at work, Trish Stratus being one of them.

"You never want to be 'bothered'..Jeez Stace, don't you think it's time to join the living?" the Canadian retorted, a hint of urgency in her soft voice. Stacy held the phone between her ear and her shoulder as she continued to rake her eyes over the pages of the magazine.

"I'll do that when I'm ready, which I'm not at the moment. What did you call for? Or are you just going to try and persuade me? You know that never works!" Trish snorted into the phone, a smirk spreading across her face even if Stacy could not see it.

"Believe me, I know that. I'm calling because it's been a year since I've actually seen you and everybody's missin' you..come on, can't you at least come for the weekend or something?" Stacy switched the phone to her other ear as she ran a hand through her knotted hair, her fingers becoming entangled in the blonde mess. When was the last time she'd bothered to comb her hair?

"I'll think about it..you are right I guess, it has been forever since we've seen eachother." Stacy sighed deeply after she'd hung up with her friend moments later, a slight frown forming on her face. She wasn't too sure if she was ready to take that giant step and go back to visit the WWE. It may have been a year since she'd left it behind but it seemed like just yesterday that she'd left something else behind..the Baltimore native shook her head violently, as if trying to force him out of her head. She pretended like it never happend, she kept it all inside. Stacy had just gotten her mind onto other things when she flipped a page in the RAW magazine, his handsome face appearing before her like a plague. Stacy practically threw the magazine into the trash can, desperately gripping at her hair in frustration.

"Okay, Stace, get a hold of yourself.." she said aloud, blinking rapidly to try and fight back the tears that were threatning to spill. Her brown eyes darted around the room to spot something to get her mind off of him. She settled for the tv as she flung herself down onto the couch, softly burying her face into a pilow. What was she going to do? She needed to find something that would consume all of her time, all of her energy so she would no longer have time to think about the past..to think about what could've been. Stacy tugged on her tangles as she watched the screen blankly, her mind racing at all the thoughts running wild in her aching head. She came to the conclusion that she did, in fact, want to wrestle again but how she could pull herself together to accomplish this, she was unaware. RAW was out of the question period..she never again wanted to find herself near him again. But at the same time, SmackDown! was also not a place she favored to be. She was there. Stacy groaned aloud as she turned on her back, her eyes desperately gazing at the ceiling above her. Maybe this wasn't the best time to think about picking up her old job again. Besides, she needed to rethink about Trish's request..should she go visit her friends? Logically, this wouldn't be a hard conclusion to make..who wouldn't want to see their friends, spend some quality time with people who loved them? But to Stacy, it was different. She had to arange her schedule so she'd never have to see him. But what happend if she happend to bump into him in the hallway? Well then, she'd just fall back into the state she was in the night she'd caught him with her, and that was the last thing Stacy wanted. The blonde sighed as she chewed her bottom lip, coming to the conclusion that she did want to see her friends. She'd just have to pray that she didn't run into him..

Stacy held her cellphone between her shoulder helplessly, at the same time trying to pack for her little trip. Trish was chatting away about things that she honestly didn't care about but listened to for the sake of her friend.

"Bring a bikini..the hotel we'll be at has a pool," Trish said, chuckling at the grunt Stacy made at the phone.

"You still boss me around when it comes to packing I see. Look Trish, I'll see you tomorrow around two..okay?" Stacy hung up with the Candian diva seconds later, tossing her cellphone onto her bed, ready to resume her hunt for outfits. Stacy had a terrible boot fetish and her beloved shoes took up most of her suitcase but it didn't really matter. She packed a few mini skirts, some tops and her underwear, zipping up the bag and placing it beside her bed. Time would tell if her decision to go back for a visit was the right one..and that scared her. Stacy tucked some loose strands of hair behind her ear as she buried her toes into the carpet, a habit she'd picked up recently whenever she was thinking. All she really could do was cross her fingers and pray for the best..

The plane ride to Atlanta had been smooth but that still didn't stop the long legged blonde from shaking. Stacy tried her best to push her way through the crowd, headed towards the main lobby where she was to meet Trish. She spotted the Canadian sitting alone, the impatient look that Stacy knew so well on her pretty features.

"Trish!" Her friend looked in about twenty directions before she finally saw Stacy.

"Girl! You look great!" Trish embraced Stacy in the friendly hug before the two gathered up her things and took off for the hotel. "I thought you'd chicken out!" Stacy took a sip of the diet soda she'd just bought, shrugging slowly.

"I almost did. How's he been..?" Trish chewed her lip softly, her hands clutching the steering wheel as if it were her only hope.

"He's..fine." Stacy looked at the floor, trying to avoid the brown eyes at were staring at her.

"Oh..well--"

"Look, Stace, he's not important. He's part of your past..besides, you're here for other reasons!" Trish smiled at her, her eyes hopeful and desperate to change the subject. Stacy stared at her for a while before she let it all go..Trish was right, she wasn't here for him. "And here we are!" Stacy was brought from her thoughts at the sound of her friends voice, bringing her eyes up from the floor to see that they had stopped and that they were at the hotel. The two divas brought the suitcases from the car up to Trish's room and arranged all of Stacy's things to make her feel at home.

"Wow, I didn't realise I'd brought so much," Stacy said aloud, laughing softly at the glare she got from the Canadian.

"You're tellin' me." Trish excused herself to go take a shower while Stacy wandered around, checking out the suite that she'd be staying in for the next four days. Trish had planned a bunch of activites for them and some other superstars that would take up most of their time so it wasn't like she'd run into him..at least, she hoped not. A sudden knock on the door startled Stacy, who had just gotten comfortable on the sofa. She rolled her eyes and made her way to the door, swinging it open to meet the handsome face of John Cena.

"Stacy! Oh my God!" John said, accepting the leggy diva into his strong arms.

"John! Oh, I've missed you most of all!" Stacy said, her eyes misty at the sight of her close friend. She remembered how John had been there for her through everything..and how much she still cared about him. "What are you doing here?"

"Trish drug me over here..said she had a big surprise..and you sure as hell must be it!" John smiled down at Stacy with those intense blue eyes that never ceased to send shivers down her spine. He kept his arm around her slim waist as they made their way to the living room to wait for Trish.

"I didn't think I'd get to see you. But you don't know how glad I am that you are here!" Stacy squeezed his hand in hers. The both shared another long gaze at each other before the fiesty blonde made her way out into the living area, a large towel wrapped around her head. She smiled at the two from the doorway, her brown eyes lit up like a star.

"John, I see you've found my surprise." The brunette smiled at the Canadian diva, his eyes returning quickly back to Stacy.

"We all need to go out tonight..you know, like ol' times," he said. It was clear that Trish loved the idea and Stacy herself had no problem with going out to a club. "Alrighty, I will pick ya ladies up 'round eleven and we can club hop! Check ya then." John winked at the blondes before he slipped out, silence following the shutting of the door. Trish crossed her arms across her breasts, watching her friend with squinted eyes. Stacy kept her gaze firmly on the floor, feeling the tension at the situation.

"Why are you staring at me, Trish?"

"Do you still have that "not so important" crush on John?" the diva asked, lightly throwing herself onto the couch to get closer to Stacy, who was now rolling her eyes in annoyance.

"It doesn't matter anyway..I'm not ready for a relationship," the leggy diva replied sternly.

"Oh please! It's been a year. And John is perfect for you!" Stacy bit into her lip, her eyes scanning the room, as if desperately looking for an escape. But this was normal behavior for Trish Stratus..loving but nosy as hell.

"Let's no discuss this..period. I may have a tiny, almost microscopic crush on John but that is all." Trish grumbled under her breath as she surrendered, shaking her platinum hair at the woman beside her.

"You suck." After much talk of other things, Trish decided that they should get something to eat before going out with John. The girls drove around in search of a nice, inexpensive place to grab something quick, so they could be back before eleven and get dressed. Stacy got a chicken salad and a diet soda and the two ate as fast as possible.

"I feel ill.." Stacy said, laughing at the thought of how fast she'd consumed her dinner.

"That's not surprising, you pig! Now get dressed just as quick, it's ten-thirty." The girls hurried up to the hotel room, neither speaking as they rushed to get dressed. Stacy settled on a jean mini-skirt, a white buttonup blouse and some knee high boots. Trish didn't bother to get too fancy but she still looked fabulous in a lowcut tank top and some tight jeans that had holes in the knees.

"I love these jeans but they drag on the ground," she stated, pointing out the fact that her shoes were completely covered by the jeans. Stacy smiled behind her friends back as she went to wait for John since Stacy still needed to apply her makeup. Trish waited only for a few minutes before he made his way towards her, wearing a slight smirk as he studied his longtime friend.

"Can I comment on the shirt?" John asked, raising his eyebrows. The Candian smacked his hand as it crept forward to touch her, a sassy smile on her face.

"I dare you.." The two shared a platonic hug before heading inside to gather up the slow, Baltimore native. "Stacy, hurry up!" John stood beside Trish as they waited at the bathroom door, both tapping their feet in impatience. Trish groaned, excusing herself to get a drink. The brunette still waited for Stacy, happy to hear the door finally open.

"Ready! Hey John!" He whistled as his eyes raked over her long legs and over her entire body, his eyes sparkling in the light.

"Hot damn, Stace!" Stacy twirled around so John could study her thoroughly. He felt her leg rub up against his and smirked at her, pressing his lips together as he shook his head.

"I know I look hot," she said playfully, pinching John lightly as she pushed by him to head towards Trish. The trio left the hotel soon after, eager to get to the clubs. Trish picked the first stop at a place called "Coma". John and Stacy followed behind the highstrung blonde who was ready to go dance, leaving the two to stand in an awkward silence.

"I'm not ready to dance yet, want to get something to drink?" John asked slowly, taking off his hat to rake his fingers through his short hair.

"Sounds good to me. I'll get us a booth!" Stacy's long legs moved under her as she searched for a place to sit, finally settling on the booth that was the farest from the crowds. John brought them back some Smirnoff Twisted, Stacy's absolute favorite. "You remembered!" she purred, rubbing his arm softly.

"Of course! Why would I forget your drink of choice? Anyway..how's everything been for you?" John said, raising his voice a little to talk over the music.

"It's been so-so..not the best times I've ever seen. You?" John shrugged his broad shoulders, playing with his shirt as he looked down at the floor. Stacy heard him sigh deeply, her eyebrow rising in confusion.

"I went out with Jackie Gayda for awhile..but we broke it off." Stacy's mouth formed a silent "Oh", faguely remembering that Trish had mentioned this about two months ago. She crossed her legs as she studied the man before her, her hazel orbs melting. She told him before but she was so happy to have him near her again. The past year of not talking to him once were torture to her.

"What happend between you two?" John laughed softly, his fingers delicately tracing the top of his glass.

"She had broken up with Charlie about a month before she asked me out..and it came to my knowledge that she was just using me to make him jealous..no big deal." Stacy's mouth twisted into a sneer, shaking her head at the thought of Jackie, a longtime friend of hers.

"I swear, Jack doesn't know what she wants!" she smiled sweetly at him, her fingertips gently sliding down his arm. John chewed his lip as he stared at the woman across the table from him, slightly raising his eyebrow.

"Guess I wasn't what she wanted." Stacy snorted, her eyes sharp.

"Don't you dare say that! She's just dumb." The Baltimore native licked her lips before she searched the crowds for Trish, spotting the diva talking to some of the other WWE girls Maria and Joy. Stacy turned her attention back to John, who was watching her. "It seems Trish is chattin'..want to dance, catch up on old times?" John agreed instantly, taking her arm in his hand to lead her through the packed hallway towards the dance floor. The two took a place in the middle of the crowd, John's hands grasped firmly to her slender waist, her fingers locked behind his neck.

"This brings back memories, eh? I remember when we used to go dancing every Friday night after our joint shows.." John recalled, looking away as he thought of the past. Stacy let out a small laugh as she shifted in his arms.

"I would've sworn you'd forgotten those crazy nights." John shook his head, a far away light in his eyes.

"Never!" The two fell into silence as the music continued to play, both of their minds traveling back through the years they'd spent together. John watched the floor as Stacy stared at his face, a soft glow rising in her cheeks.

"Is the floor that interesting?" she asked laughing, tilting her head.

"No. Just thinking." Trish chose this moment to squeeze between the two, loudly announcing to her friends that she was ready to get down. The two divas danced together for awhile while John sat in the booth, watching them with a smile on his face. Trish questioned continually why the brunette was so quiet, Stacy just as in the dark as the Canadian. Time passed by quickly and so did the clubhopping. The trio had visited two more other dance clubs and at this time, Trish was wasted. John drove back with a sober Stacy to the hotel, silence once again falling over him. She kept having the urge to ask him what was on his mind but she'd known him for three years, and in that time she'd learned that he only spoke when he wanted to.

"We're here," she whispered in his direction, unhooking her seat-belt.

"Wait Stace.." Stacy closed the door at the sound of his voice. "I want to ask you something..why didn't you contact me after you left?" Stacy rubbed her temples, her eyes closing in exhaustion.

"I didn't think you'd care after..you know, how close you were with him. I figured, for some reason, that you two were in it together." John looked at her, the temper she knew so well firing in his blue eyes. She sighed into the silence, lightly tossing her hair.

"How could you think that?" Stacy swallowed the lump in her throat, her hands trembling at the very mention of all her past problems.

"This is not important anymore. That's why it's the past..damnit John! You know how paranoid I was after everything I'd been through." Stacy opened the passanger side door and stepped out into the night. She took in the scents around her as she took a deep breath. Trish, who had been asleep in the back, woke up and stumbled back to their room, leaving Stacy behind to say goodbye to John, who had now found his way next to her.

"I guess tonight just made me realise what I was missing," he said to her, taking her hand in his and giving it a light kiss. Stacy didn't try to conceal the blush that spread across her cheeks at the feeling of his lips lingering on her skin.

"Aw..I don't know what to say..I should probably say sorry first!" Before she could continue, John pressed his finger to her lips.

"Don't say anything of the sort..no need to say sorry. I'm just glad you're back!" They shared a quick embrace before he left for the night, leaving her in the middle of the hallway in silence. Stacy felt tingles in her stomach..was she really crushing on John like Trish had predicted earlier? The leggy blonde shook her head violently as if to remove the thoughts from her mind. She turned and entered the hotel room, still fighting with herself in the silence of her room. She quickly dressed for bed and sunk down into the stiff sheets, her tense body relaxing on contact. Stacy was asleep before she knew it but the road to the morning was not as easy as she'd liked. She kept tossing and turning, never seeming to find a comfortable spot in the bed. It seemed like forever until the morning light would shine..

Stacy strolled around as the house show rolled on, bored to death. She had caught up with a few of her old friends but they all had things to do tonight so it was just her. But another thing that was weighing on her mind was that he was here. Stacy had yet to see him and she prayed that she didn't have to look at his face. That was the last thing she needed at this point in time. The leggy blonde strolled down the halls in silence, stopping momentarily to study the pictures on the walls.

"Stacy! There you are!" John called out, rushing quickly to her side.

"Yes, here I am. What is it?" she asked slowly, smiling at her friend. He shrugged slowly, taking a long sip of the ice water in his hands.

"Just wanted to find you before I go out to wrestle. You going bowling with us tomorrow night?" Stacy crossed her arms firmly across her chest, tilting her head to the side.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" John laughed aloud, realising that she had a point. He gave her a side hug before he dashed back down the hallway, disappearing before she could yell another goodbye to him. Stacy felt the silence weighing in on her again as she was left alone, for the millionth time that night. She began to wander around, without truly paying attention to where she was going. But if she did happen to take notice, she'd know that where she was, she didn't want to be. And she'd notice that his eyes were burning into her back. Stacy glanced around her slowly, feeling somebodys eyes on her..she knew that feeling. It was almost as though ice were traveling up her spine but it left a bitter tingle in her stomach..and she dreaded turning around to meet his gaze.

"Stacy.." he whispered aloud, slowly making his way over to where she was frozen. Stacy's bottom lip began quivering at the feeling on his breath on her neck, her knees buckling below her. What should she do? The only thing she knew to do was run. And it would've worked if he didn't know her so well.

"Let me go!" Stacy yelled, trying to escape the hold that he had on her. But she gave in quickly, trying with all her might not to fall into fits of sobs at feeling his strong arm wrapped around her. She slowly turned to meet his face and those icy blue eyes. They stood face to face once again, the former lovers trying to conceal the emotions running through them. Expect that Stacy felt despair and he felt something different, something even he couldn't figure out.

"You always tried to run when you were afraid to face something, Stace.."

"Don't you touch me again, damn it, why do you always do that?" Stacy once again looked up into those eyes, the eyes of Randy Orton, her former lover. He looked absolutely gorgeous, just like she knew he would.

"You look beau--"

"Don't..don't finish that sentence," Stacy hissed, wiping at the corners of her eyes. Randy ran his hand down her cheek, drawing closer to her.

"Why not, Stacy?" The leggy blonde flinced at his touch, her hazel eyes closing in an attempt to hold back her tears. On instinct, she nuzzled her face against his palm. Randy traced her lips with his fingertips, his blue eyes locked on her beautiful face. "You are still the--"

"Stop! There is no us anymore..we don't exist. Now leave me alone, please.." Stacy finally broke free from his grasp, throwing his hand violently off of her and walking briskly away for fear that he'd follow her. Once she was out of earshot, the blonde broke down into sobs..sobs that didn't seem to cease until she saw John's concerned figure drawing near her.

"You didn't have to bring me back," Stacy sniffled into John's chest, her red eyes still spilling unwanted tears.

"Oh, shut up. I wanted to, sweetheart." John helped Stacy out of the car, allowing her to lean into him as they walked along the sidewalk, in front of the hotel. Trish had left early to catch up on her beauty sleep, leaving Stacy and John spend time together.

"I can't believe I saw Randy..and he touched me." John ran his fingers along the bare skin of her hip, perfectly revealed by her tummyshirt.

"I'm touching you.." he whispered, pulling the leggy blonde closer up to his chest. Stacy smiled at the ground, a glow rising in her cheeks.

"That's different."

"How so?" John asked, looking up into the night sky, the full moon reflecting in his eyes. Stacy pulled the jacket that John let her wear tighter across her body, desperately trying to warm up her chilly arms.

"It just is..you never cheated on me." John chuckled as he looked down at the woman in his arms, chewing his bottom lip as he studied her features.

"And I never would." Stacy stopped dead in her tracks, making the brunette beside her do the same. She stared at him for what seemed like forever, trying her best to read into that statement. Was John hinting at something? Or was he simply stating that he is better than Randy? She had the urge to ask but she shut her agape mouth when John took her face in his hands. "Please wipe that sad smile off of your beautiful face." He tilted his head as he smiled at her, his hands tucking a few strands of her windblown hair behind her ear. Stacy kept quiet as she watched his every move in the dim light..she didn't understand. John drew her up against his chest and wrapped his arms around her, holding her in a soft hug. Stacy's tense body melted into him as they rocked slowly back and forth.

"John..it's hard for me to pretend it's okay..when it's really not. I didn't want to see Randy." He stroked her hair in silence, absently sucking on his lip.

"I know, Stace. But you did and you can't take it back." Stacy nodded sadly, wishing with all her might that she somehow had the power to turn back time and make sure she didn't meet up with Randy Orton.

"I know.." she whispered, squeezing John's hand softly. Stacy may have felt like shit but being in his arms was like the antidote to whatever poison Randy had injected into her soul. They strolled the streets for another ten minutes in silence before John suggested that they get to bed, for they had a fun day planned for them tomorrow. Stacy said goodbye to John before she closed the door behind him, leaning up against it to listen to his footsteps die away.

'I wish he was still here,' Stacy thought, sighing as she heard him shut his hotel door from down the hall, the silence that surrounded her louder than anything she'd ever heard.

Stacy tied her bowling shoes tighter as she watched John from the bench at which she sat, a smile creeping along her glossed lips at the sound of Trish bitching at him about what time he'd told Dave Batista to come. The fiesty Canadian finally let it go and threw herself beside Stacy, absently tapping her foot against the wooden floor.

"I hate John sometimes," she said shaking her head, pulling her hair back into a ponytail.

"Why? At least he told Dave to come." Trish sneered at her friend, leaning down to tie her own shoes.

"Yeah, well, he gave him the wrong time. You know I'm perfectionist when it comes to planning and timing--"

"We're all well aware," Dave said into Trish's ear, lightly patting her on the shoulder. She turned around relieved to see the tall man that was towering over her. Now, at last, she could relax. The four friends spent some time catching up before they got ready to bowl, John making sure Stacy was on his team. There was something mischievous about John tonight..he had a strange twinkle in his eye.

"What's gotten into you?" Stacy asked him once Trish and Dave had walked off, taking the empty lane next to them so they could bowl seperately.

"What makes you ask that, Stace?" he replied slowly, raking his eyes over the rack of bowling balls. The leggy blonde licked her lips, softly tossing her hair.

"Don't play innocent with me! I see that gleam in your eyes.." John chuckled softly, handing her a lightweight ball. He sat in silence as he prepared the electronic scoreboard for their game, all the while being stared down by Stacy. She rolled her eyes as she began to walk away, ready to roll and hoping to get a strike. But John grabbed a hold of her arm, pulling her back near him.

"I want to propose an idea to you," he whispered, smirking at her as she raised a brow in wonder. When she didn't say anything, he figured it was safe to continue. "Are you interested?" Stacy's stern face melted into smug features, her arms crossing defiantely across her chest.

"Go on." John looked over to make sure Dave and Trish weren't close, turning back to the leggy blonde when he'd seen that the coast was clear.

"Aight, if you lose, you'll have to do something special for me," he whispered, a hint of sensuality in his deep voice. Stacy tilted her head as she thought deeply, staring around the bowling alley to avoid his eyes.

"And if I win?" she said, smiling at him.

"Then I'll do whatever for you." John extended his hand as if to close the bet. "Are you game?" Stacy responded with a shake of his hand, her face glowing with confidence as she stepped up to bowl. John watched as she rolled a strike, cringing at the taunt she sent in his direction. He studied her body as she did a small victory dance, all the while a smirk on his handsome face.

"So, you think you're all that? Move away, honey and see what a man can do." The night rolled on with constant teasing between the two, both having the time of their life. Stacy had forgotten all about her problems and about her little encounter with Randy, which was welcomed by the blonde. For once nothing was weighing on her mind..well, expect her bet with John and the little fact that she'd lost to him.

"You lost, babe.." John said as the two exited the building side by side, informing Trish and Dave that they'd meet up with them later. Stacy sighed playfully in defeat, pouting at him.

"You cheat." The brunette beside her laughed aloud, suddenly taking her hand in his.

"Oh, whatever. But..we have to discuss the fact that you owe me.." John said, now capturing her other hand in his, locking his fingers with hers. Stacy leaned into him, smiling at him as she swung their arms gently in front of them.

"Okay. Hit me..do you want me to buy you something, be your personal maid for a month or whatever?" she asked, laughing at her comment. But John merely smirked at her, leaning his face closer to hers.

"Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of you spending the night with me." Silence fell over the blonde as she stared at what she thought was her friend, now seeing him in a different light. Stacy knew damn well that she still had that crush on John but she never imagined that he shared her feelings..or was it just lust?

"E-excuse me!" she asked, her eyes wide with shock.

"You heard me, Stace.." John sucked his lip as he peered down at her, that strange twinkle in his eye. Stacy felt him pull her closer, her mind too boggled to push away. "You did lose the bet and you agreed to do something for me." Stacy pushed away from him, her palms sweating profusely. She had never felt nervous in front of him but at his moment, she was scared to death.

"I didn't think this was on the list!"

"C'mon, Stace..you lost fair and square. Don't make me beg.." John whispered, his fingertips sneaking down to caress her hips. Stacy closed her eyes as she leaned into his strong chest for support. "You have to." Defeat was written all over her face as she stared up at John, her hair slightly blowing in his face at the soft winds. Stacy didn't have to will to fight like she used to..she'd go kicking and screaming before she'd do anything this spontaneous. But it wasn't as if she didn't want John's body, oh she sure as hell wanted that.

"I just didn't expect this.." John put a finger to her lips, leaning so close that his sweet, warm breath caressed her blushing cheeks.

"Relax..I'm not gonna bite you, baby." John took her hand as they began walking back towards the hotel, which was but a block from the bowling alley. The whole time Stacy's heart was pounding in her chest violently, her knees buckling below her so that it was a struggle for her to walk. She felt like it took an eternity to get to John's room but when the door closed behind her, she wished that it had taken longer to get into what felt like a prison. Stacy stood in the living area as John removed his shoes, her heart still pounding quickly. "Take a seat, sweetheart." John motioned for her to sit beside him, his arm stretched out along the back of the leather sofa. Stacy slowly sunk into the couch, tensing up when one hand traveled down to her waist and the other hooked under her chin.

"I'm so nervous," Stacy whispered, her lips quivering as she spoke. What had she gotten herself into?

"Don't be, Stace. But..can I kiss you?" John asked, silently begging for her permission with his eyes, which were darting back and forth between her eyes and her lips. Stacy blinked at him, realising that she was beginning to feel a moisture rise in the middle of her legs.

"Yes.." John leaned into her ever so slowly, finally meeting her lips softly. Stacy instantly parted her lips on contact, allowing John's hungry tongue to explore the spaces of her mouth. She moaned against his lips, her tongue wrapping sensually around his. John tugged on her hips, wanting her to move onto his lap. Stacy followed his lead and sunk down on him, the feeling of his erection beneath her making her moan in the back of her throat.

"Grind into me," he demanded, his hands gripping her hips with force as she began to move herself up and down on his lap. John buried his face into her neck, a soft groan leaving his lips.

"Aren't we moving too fast?" Stacy said, tossing her head back as she grinded herself into his groin.

"It's all part of the bet." John moved her off of him and layed her beneath him on the couch, his arms holding himself up so he wouldn't crush on tiny frame with his muscular body. Stacy had her eyes closed when he looked down at her, causing a smile to spread along his features. She looked so beautiful when she was worrying. "Relax.." he whispered as she gasped softly, squirming as his hand traveled up her mini skirt.

"John, please don't," Stacy begged softly. But she spread her thighs slightly as his hot fingers caressed them, all the while his other hand removing her thong. She was so wet and it made her nervous that he would know it in a second.

"Stace..stop squirming." John left her thong hanging on her knees as he slid his skilled fingers over her delicate area, his hand prying it's way into her wet opening. He inserted two of his fingers inside of her and slowly began to pump them out and down, at the same time sucking on her neck. Stacy tried to supress a loud moan and tried to hold herself back from moving her hips at his pace but she couldn't, not even if she had the might to..it felt so good. It'd been forever since she'd been touched and kissed.

"God, John..oh God.." she moaned, wrapping her long legs around his hard body, forcing his hand deeper inside of her. John's heart pounded in his head as he watched her move on him, his mind racing in a thousand different directions. "Fuck me.." she whispered, biting down on her lip. As much as he wanted to reply, he couldn't. He wanted to take all of her tonight..how long he'd waited to be in this situation with the leggy beauty.

"I.." John faded into silence, pulling his hand out of her tight walls. Stacy sat up in disappointment, staring over at her "friend", who looked more than distraught.

"What's wrong, John?" she asked, confused.

"I want to fuck you, trust me. But not tonight because it seems like you're only doing it because of the bet, not because you want me." He ran a hand through his short hair, shrugging his shoulders before he mumbled a goodnight, leaving Stacy alone on the couch. She felt so dirty..like she was a slut for rushing into this odd situation. But the feeling of disappointment out weighed her guilt. Why did he choke? Why did she have to tell him that she wanted him too? Couldn't he just fuck her and be happy that she followed through with the bet? Telling a man her true feelings was the last thing Stacy Keibler wanted to do..because, when she did that, she ended up losing him..

MEANWHILE

Dave Batista watched Trish intently as she rolled the last strike of the game, declaring herself to winner. The blonde returned to him, ready to rub it in his face.

"For such a hunk of man, you suck at bowling!" Trish said, laughing. Dave snorted softly as he grabbed her arm, escorting her out into the warm night air.

"How do you know I didn't let you win, hm?" he asked, his chocolate eyes twinkling over at the Canadian.

"You didn't? Ugh, Dave!" Trish yelled, punching in the arm, only to practically break her hand in the meantime. "Ouch! Stop workin' out so much, damnit!" She held her hand to her chest, wishing that the throbbing pain would soon fade. Dave leaned up against his rental, chuckling as he studied over beautiful features.

"You know I was kidding, right?" He took her limp hand in his and massaged it gently, all the while letting Trish slid into his arms. It was clear, to only the two of them, that something was devolping between them. But both knew that Dave already wore a wedding ring and that was the thing that ate at Trish's mind everyday.

"I know it now, thank you very much! You better pay for my doctor bill..it's your fault for being so fuckin'..huge!" Trish explained dramatically, taking a hand full of Dave's shirt and shaking him as hard as she could.

"Yes ma'am," he whispered, now wrapping his arm around her tiny waist. Trish flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder, sniffling as she pretended to cry over her injury. "You're so crazy, Trish." She nodded in response, a huge smile creeping along her lips.

"I know!" She struggled out of his strong grasp, surprised that she actually found a way out. "C'mon, let's stop standing here..I'm hungry!" Dave followed her into the car, quickly zooming out of the parking lot to find something for his hungry guest. They settled on getting a salad from Wendy's since it was open late, the time being twelve midnight. Trish got a small diet soda along with her chicken salad and stretched her feet out across the dashboard, making herself comfortable as she munched in silence. Dave got only a bottled water so he sat back, turned the car off and watched the blonde eat.

"So.." he spoke, running his hand across his short hair. Trish looked up from where she was sitting beside him, raising her delicate eyebrows.

"What?" Dave shrugged in reply, staring back at her with a smile on his face. "Am I funny or something?" He chuckled under his breath, leaning forward, so close that his breath caressed her face.

"No..you just have a piece of lettuce on your chin." Trish rolled her eyes, reaching up to pull down the visor mirror, only to have Dave stop her. "I'll get it." He softly brushed against her face seconds later, leaving a crimson blush lingering on her cheeks. Trish took careful notice of how his eyes traveled from her eyes to her lips then back again. She knew he wanted to kiss her.

"Thank you.." The silence in the car got thick and uncomfortable so the blonde diva suggested they crash for the night, relieved when Dave started up again and drove them back to the hotel. The silence was broken by the radio, much to Trish's approval. "Oh my God! It's my song!" she declared aloud, turning up the volume almost to full max. She unhooked her seatbelt and being dancing, all the while staring at Dave while singing "I know you want my goodies.." He raised his eyebrows at her, chewing his lip as he watched her wink at him.

"What are you tryin' to say?" he yelled above the music, a mischevious gleam in his brown eyes.

"I dunno.." Trish said, turning down the volume as the song faded, noting that they were back in the hotel parking lot. "I do know that you better walk me up to my room." Dave grinned and jumped out of the car, heading over to the blondes door, pulling the handle so she could take his outstretched hand. They strolled in silence, Trish swinging their arms as they moved along.

"Did you have tonight?" he asked, smiling over at her as they entered the elevator.

"Yes, I had an excellent time.." Trish yawned, leaning over to snuggle her face into his shoulder.

"Tired I take it?" Dave whispered, hoping to conceal the fact that he was taking in her scent.

"Very." She pulled him out of the doors at hearing the quiet bell from the elevator, ready to get some sleep. As much as she wished that Dave could stay with her, it was out of the question..after all it was almost time for him to go spend time with his wife and children. A twinge of disgust and jealously stung at her heart at this dreaded thought.

"Trish? Do you have your keycard?" The diva looked up at Dave in confusion, soon realising that she'd been lost in thought and was forgetting to unlock her door. She found the card in her back pocket and swiped it through the lock, leaning her back against the door to say goodbye to Dave.

"Like I said, I had a lot of fun..thank you." She leaned forward to embrace him quickly, only to find herself captive in his strong arms. Trish found herself melting into him even though the thought of his wife was nagging at her conscience.

"Me too, sweetheart. We need to hang out after..you know, after the weekend," he replied, obviously not wanting to remind her of where he'd be. "Take care, Trish." Dave pressed a kiss into her sore hand, his eyes burning into hers as she stared at him in surprise. He nodded before he turned to walk away, leaving her to reflect on his actions. Trish's head was spinning as she stared after his large figure, her heart in her throat. What the hell just happend?

Stacy had awoke to find a note taped to her door, a note from no other than Randy Orton. Surprise and dread was the first thing she felt sting at her heart, but now the only thing eating at her was the fact that he was on his way over to talk with her. Stacy paced the room repeatedly, almost expecting to wear holes in the carpet from her obsessive walking. Why the hell was he coming over? He hadn't even given her a chance to say no. But she figured that was the way he wanted it..to catch her off guard.

"Stacy, open up! It's me Randy!" The leggy beauty stared at the door, his voice sending shock waves through her entire system. Fuck..he was here. She forced her legs to carry her along as she reached out to turn the handle, stopping only breifly to take a deep breath. Stacy slowly opened the heavy door to find Randy's handsome face staring back at her.

"Come in," she stated dryly. The brunette followed her into the room, closing the door behind softly. Stacy took a seat on the bed, wrapping her long legs under her, motioning for him to do the same. "What do you want, Randy?"

"I wanted to see you before you leave tomorrow and--"

"Why?" Stacy hissed, glaring at the man beside her.

"Because..it's been a year and there is still unresolved issues between us," Randy sighed, his icy orbs locking with hers.

"I prefer to keep it that way. After all, you left me." Randy stared blankly at the floor, biting his lip forcefully.

"Will you please just join me for dinner tonight? I need to talk with you.." Stacy couldn't believe he had the nerve to ask her out after everything he'd done to her. "I won't take no for an answer."

"Why should I?" she asked, vemon in her usually sweet voice.

"Becuase, you owe me some answers!" Randy shouted, now standing up to tower over her. Stacy knew he was right but that was the last thing she wanted to think..

"Fine. I'll join you for dinner."

Even though she hated herself for agreeing to meet Randy for dinner, Stacy still forced herself to come. She did, afterall, owe him some answers.

"I was beginning to think you wouldn't come.." he whispered as she approached the table where he was seated, her long legs revealed by the short black dress she wore. Randy swallowed as she glared at him, moving past him with a quick snort.

"Don't think I wasn't planning on it.." Stacy said coolly, nodding at the waiter as he placed a glass of wine before her. Randy took a sip of the contents in his own glass before he leaned forward towards her.

"We need to get some things straight. Got it?" Stacy crossed her legs under the table, all the while staring at the man before her.

"Well, ask away. But don't think you don't owe me explanations!" Randy nodded sadly, fidling with the napkin in his lap.

"Believe me, I know that. But..first off, I need you to know why I did what I did." Stacy's hazel eyes fluttered shut..she knew that she'd have to face this painful memory tonight. "John Cena." Her eyes flew open in an instant, her eyebrows raised in confusion.

"John? You cheated on me because of John?"

"I cheated on you because..do you know how many nights I sat awake, wanting you to come back to our room? But where were you, off with Cena, Stace! Jesus..what was I supposed to think? All I kept hearing around was that he had the hots for you..and what proof did I have that you weren't fucking him?" Stacy drew in a sharp breath at his words.

"Oh, please! Like you were such a saint? Flirting with all the new divas? I caught you in the hallways all the time with that Christy girl!" Randy growled under his breath, staring at the blonde across the table.

"I never flirted with her--"

"And I never fucked John. But there's more..remember that night when we were in Mexico? The night I caught you with my best friend!" Stacy hissed, pointing her fork at her former lover in disgust.

"Remember the night I caught you with my best friend!" Randy's eyes flashed violently after his words, Stacy realising that his hands were shaking. She shook her head slowly, her blonde hair gently caressing her face.

"You jumped to conclusions when you found me in John's arms..I didn't..I found you kissing Torrie Wilson.."

"I only got with her because she was your best friend at the time. I figured that if you wanted my best friend, I'd do the same." Stacy's head fell into her hands, her cheeks becoming flushed with realisation.

"So, you honestly thought I was cheating with John? Our beautiful future was ruined because you jumped into bed with Torrie, having no proof what so ever that I was with John?" she whispered, blinking repeatedly to try and fight back the tears. Randy sighed as he leaned back in his chair, his own face shadowed with bitter truth.

"Jealousy took over me.."

"So, we'd still be engaged if it wasn't for my friendship with John?" Randy shrugged his shoulders, draining the wine in his glass.

"I don't know, Stace..we were just so young and all.."

"We still are," she whispered. Randy reached across the table to take her cool hand in his, a sad smile on his face.

"I still blame myself, you know? We'd still be together if I didn't get so jealous of John." Stacy sighed into her hands again as she stared back at Randy in the candlelight. She saw him in totally different light now..it became clear to her that she still loved this beautiful man before her. And the whole time she thought that he cheated on her for no reason..but the real reason was John..