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Chapter 4 : Showers, Rumours and Confrontation.


Damn that was a good sleep.

That was the first thought to enter Randy's head as he woke up the morning after Survivor Series. As he began to move he realised that it must be really early judging by the light coming through the blinds of the hotel room. He turned to the side and saw Jennifer fast asleep. He was momentarily confused.

What the Hell happened last night?

As the sleep cleared from his mind he remembered; he had gone to get ice and saw Jenni getting some, he apologised for earlier on in the night and they talked for a bit, then they watched a movie together and she began massaging his shoulder. He must have fallen asleep and she hadn't wanted to wake him he guessed.

"Fuck me she's good at massage," he muttered to himself with a smile.

He watched her sleep peacefully for a minute before going to the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror he couldn't help but think he had forgotten something, but what?

"Oh shit! Sam!"

He exited the bathroom quickly and moved to go to the door but a sigh from the bed stopped him in his tracks.

He turned to see Jenni still fast asleep and looking as peaceful as ever. Knowing she would understand, even if she didn't like it, that he had to get back to his girlfriend he turned back to the door and left the room.

Opening the door to his hotel room he hoped that Sam wouldn't wake up. Less because he was concerned about her sleeping well and more because he didn't want her nagging him about where he had been. Slipping into bed beside her he lay down and touched his shoulder, it felt a lot better since getting that massage. Just thinking about it made him feel happier.

Shaking those thoughts out of his mind he closed his eyes and tried to sleep.


By 8.30 Randy couldn't try to sleep any more. He got out of bed and waked into the bathroom, not bothering to be quiet. He turned the shower on and while the water was getting to the right temperature he brushed his teeth. Stepping into the shower he let the water drench his body and sighed.

Jenni always said there were two feelings in the world that relaxed her more than anything and one of them was the feeling of the water from a shower first hitting her skin, he was beginning to understand what she meant.

The other feeling, he thought with a smile, was sex, he remembered her telling him once that collapsing on a bed after being with a guy who knew what he was doing was one of the best feelings ever.

His thoughts were interrupted a few minutes later when the door to the shower opened and Sam walked in.

"Mind if I share your shower baby?" In the girlish voice she did when trying to be sexy. He hadn't ever thought the voice sexy but he did use to think it was cute.

Now it annoyed him.

"I'm getting out in a minute Sam."

"Oh come on baby," she 'sexily' said, "you can't still be angry about last night."

"I'm not angry," he said in a tone that clearly suggested otherwise.

"Speaking of last night where did you go?" Her sexy tone still in place.

"I went to get ice Sam," he said.

"Yeah but you were gone for ages baby. I waited for over an hour but I got bored."

"You got bored, how terrible that must have been for you," he said dryly.

She ran a finger down his chest but he stopped her hand when it reached the bottom of his stomach, intending to go lower.

"My shoulders feeling much better Sam," he said sarcastically, "thanks so much for asking."

"I don't know what you're getting so pissy with me for," Sam said angrily.

"Oh Halleluiah! You finally dropped that annoying voice," he snapped.

"Is this because of that slut? Is that why you're so angry?"

Randy worked hard at controlling his temper, but this was not the best start to his day.

"I'm not angry Sam, but keep going like this and I will be." Randy said reaching for a towel, and angrily walking into the bedroom drying himself of.

Sam followed him out in another towel.

"But I tell ya Sam, if you insist on calling her a slut, a cow, a bitch or any other High School insult then I am going to be very angry."

"Oh God Randy, why are you always defending her? She say's stuff to me too you know. She's not some perfect angel."

"No your right she's not," he said pulling some clothes on, "she can be even worse than you sometimes, she's obsessive, she always has to be right, she hates compromise, she's independent as hell; way too much for her own good and she thinks the Foo Fighters are one of the best bands in the world but she's my friend. She's my best friend. If you can't grasp how important she is to me Sam then that's your problem but I am not gonna push her away to make you happy."

Randy panted, the anger coursing through; it happened again, he snapped over the subject of Jenni.

"Oh and if you must know," he added walking toward the door, "I was with Jenni last night."

"WHAT?" Sam shouted as he walked out.

Randy ignored her shouting and went down to the hotel restaurant for breakfast.

God it's gonna be a long day.


"Well man, rumour has it your girl was spoilin' for a fight last night," a voice said coming up behind the treadmill.

"Hey Cena," Randy said without turning around. "Why are you still here? Shouldn't you be on a flight for Raw tonight by now?"

"Nah, my flights not for a while yet," John said, "but you didn't answer my question dawg."

"You didn't ask one, dawg" he mocked.

"Ok, man you wanna be like that. Ok, then I won't tell ya what the rumour mill got goin' 'bout you right now."

Randy turned the treadmill off and walked over to a bench on the side of the room.

"Rumour mill? Didn't know you were such a gossip John," Randy said.

"Not usually man you know me but…this is a little too big to ignore. 'Sides, I figure it better you hear it from me than some jumped up tech guy."

"Ok Cena, tell me what's being said," said Randy while taking a swig of water.

"Well basicallypeople aresayin' that you've bin tappin' Princess's ass."

After nearly choking on his water Randy recovered long enough to choke out, "What?"

"Apparently people think you and Jenni have been applyin' some holds of the non-wrestling kind."

"Just because of the argument last night?" Randy asked.

"Well…no."

"What? What do you mean no?" Randy asked taking another drink of water.

"Well all I know is one of the Diva's recons she saw you an' Princess goin' into her room late last night."

"So? We were watching a movie."

"You think that matters? There are a lotta gossips in this company an' all there carin' 'bout is that you and Princess were in a hotel room…alone…with ice."

"So what if there was ice. My shoulder and her ankle were hurting."

"Yeah man but you know what the gossips like here. First it's ice then it becomes ice cream then before you know what goin' on, its whipped cream and kinky leather boots. S&M's a big thing in the gossip mill these days."


"Ok our flight isn't until nine so I figure we still have plenty of shopping time," Jenni said sitting down in Starbucks.

"Good because we still haven't talked about why you're in such a good mood," Melina said."

"What? What are you talking about? I'm not in all that good a mood."

"Yeah but, your not in a bad one either."

"So?"

"So…after the reported bust up in the trainers room last night I figured you'd still be furious. I almost called to cancel our shopping trip."

"No I'm not angry. Besides I talked to Randy last night and everything is fine."

"Hold up, when did you talk to Randy?" Melina asked taking a sip of her coffee.

"Last night in the hotel, we bumped into each other at the ice cabinet and we talked. Then he came back to my hotel room – Melina!"

"Sorry it's just that I thought that was just a rumour. Sorry Jenni."

Melina, in her surprise that for once the rumour mill might have gotten something right had spat her coffee out 'Triple H' style, spraying Jenni a little.

"You thought what was just a rumour?" Jenni asked, still wiping the coffee off of her.

"I thought it was just a rumour that Randy had spent the night with you," Melina said taking another sip of her drink.

"Well he did – Melina! Stop doing that!"

Melina, again surprised, 'Triple H'd' her coffee.

"Sorry Jenni," Melina said. "Back to more important things, he spent the night?"

"Well yeah…actually I'm not sure, he was gone before I woke up." She answered shrugging.

"He left before you woke up? Well that was rude."

"Not really, he had to get back to his girlfriend or as I like to call her 'the slut from St Louis'."

"Wait a minute. He's still with her?" Mel asked surprised. It didn't seem like her best friend to sleep with a guy who had a girlfriend. Even if the guy was Randy.

"Yeah of course. They're engaged Mel…wait a minute why would you think they weren't together anymore?" Jenni asked confused.

"Well if you guys had sex I–"

"What!" Jenni exclaimed.

"You and Randy, why would you have slept with him if he still had a girlfriend?"

"I didn't have sex with Randy," Jennifer insisted thinking back over their conversation, wondering were her best female friend had gotten that idea from.

"Really? But you said he spent the night."

"No you fruitcake, we saw each other at the ice cabinet and talked for a bit. He said he didn't wanna deal with Sam so he came back to my room and we watched a film. During the film I asked him about his shoulder and he said it was still hurting so I started massaging it for him, after the film he had fallen asleep so I just went to bed as well," Jenni explained.

"Oh…that makes sense I guess. It's just with all the rumours going around and then the fight last night and you saying he spent the night…I got confused," Melina said.

"Yeah you obviously did," Jenni said laughing a bit, "Honestly like I'd sleep with Randy. Not only does he have a girlfriend but he's my best friend. Anyway lets change the topic, Miss Melina Perez, how're things with you and Johnny?"

Jennifer rolled her eyes as an uncharacteristically dreamy look came over her friends face.

"Oh he's perfect."


That night the tension in the airport could be cut with a knife. The SmackDown superstars where waiting for their flight so that they could tape the next show in Cincinnati. Most of them were sitting in a lounge area near a coffee bar waiting to be called for boarding.

"Mark, how's the wife and kids?"

"They're okay. Just got use to having me back and I took off again. I tell ya son, I'm getting too old for this. How about you Randy? How's thing with Sam?"

Mark Callaway gestured over to Randy's fiancé who was sitting next to Randy's father Bob. She was scowling and he was looking around at everyone else.

Probably looking for an escape, Randy thought.

"She's erm…she's…well to tell you the truth Mark, she's annoying the hell out of me."

Mark laughed a bit before telling his coffee order to the star struck young man at the counter.

"It's not easy travelling with the Mrs when you have the stress of work on you mind. I remember when Sara was travelling with me for a while, before the baby was born obviously, but it was definitely a strain on the marriage after a while," the 'Deadman' said understandingly.

"It's just," Randy started, "I have a hard enough time getting along with her when I see her at home. Having her on the road, especially with…" he paused not finishing his thought but Mark seemed to pick up on what he meant.

"You've told me before about how Jennifer and you fiancé don't…see eye to eye shall we say."

"That's putting it mildly, anyway, it's hard enough getting on with Sam when it's just the two of us but if you put Jenni in the mix, the stress of being on the road and the rumours about our relationship all together then…" he stopped and looked over at Sam who was now talking to his mother about something but his eyes travelled over to Jenni, she was playing cards with Dave Batista and Chris Benoit.

Mark had watched the way his gaze moved and spoke, startling Randy out of his thoughts.

"Randy, do you remember when you first came into the WWE and I sat you down and talked to you for over an hour about the Philosophy of Wrestling?"

"Yes," Randy answered, "you told me that to make it nowadays it takes three things, talent, luck and drive. Oh and that being good looking didn't hurt,"

"Do you remember what I told you about refusing to settle, about knowing what you want and not apologising for it?" Mark asked.

Randy nodded his head, not quite sure where he was going with this.

"Well, that philosophy works in the ring and out of it."

Randy frowned. "What? What does that mean?"

Mark smiled at the youngster's obvious confusion. He looked at him while the boarding call came across the speakers.

"It means you shouldn't settle," he looked at Sam and said, "If you're not happy with what you have, if you're not content then…," he paused and looked at Jennifer who was walking arm in arm with Dave, "…decide what you really want, and don't apologise for it." He winked at Randy with a smile before walking away and picking up his carry on bag.

Randy wasn't quite sure what Mark had meant by that but promised himself to give it some proper thought. Mark had never given Randy bad advice and in his few years in the company had always been there with a willing ear.

Walking over to Sam, who was still smarting about him spending the night with 'complete slut that's trying to ruin or relationship' even though he explained that afternoon what had happened, he picked up the bag and without saying anything walked towards the gate.

Taking his seat on the plane he sat besides Sam, in front of his parents and said hello to the in front of him. He sighed for a second before praying that they wouldn't start fighting at 30,000 feet.

This should be interesting.


Half an hour into the flight and Jenni was carefully ignoring Sam she occasionally spoke to Randy but she mostly spoke to Dave who was sitting next to her. Randy was quite impressed that Jenni wasn't even responding to any of the digs that Sam kept throwing at her.

"But," Randy thought ruefully, "It's only a matter of time."

Ten minutes later Jenni stood up and walked past his seat and the time Randy had been dreading finally happened.

"You know Dave you should be careful, if you're nice to Jenni for too long she'll probably make a move on you," Sam said scathingly from her seat.

"Sam, shut up!" Randy said.

"Oh really Samantha, now why would I make a move on a married man?" Jenni asked as politely as if she had been enquiring about the weather.

"Well it's not such a big leap is it, an engaged man like Randy to a married man like Dave."

"Well Samantha, since I have never made a move on an engaged man like Randy there is no reason for Dave to be concerned that I would make a move on a married man like him," Jennifer looked away from Sam then and looked at Elaine, "Elaine did you bring any of those cookies?"

"Oh of course Jennifer," she said fiddling in her bag.

"Oh yes go on Jenni, act all sweet and innocent." Sam said.

By this point Randy was looking quite fearful of what was going to happen and near by wrestlers began to pay attention to the argument as it became clear that Jennifer's temper was rising with every comment Sam made.

"Sam if you have something to get off your chest then do it now. I'm getting a very tired of this."

"Oh please Jenni, I know what you're up to," Samantha said. "I'm wise to your game."

"Sam you're not even wise to the alphabet."

There were a few muffled sniggers to that from Dave and other onlookers, even Randy choked back a laughat that.

"Don't talk to me like that you bitch!" Sam exclaimed standing from her seat and squaring up to Jennifer.

"Why not? What are you gonna do Sam?" Jenni said smirking, "There isn't a thing you can do to me, except maybe slag me off at every opportunity but you already do that. So come on Sam, enlighten me, what are you going to do."

Sam stood in the aisle furious, just staring at Jenni's face, Jenni's face that was daring her to do something.

Sam stepped closer to her so their faces were inches from each other before whispering, "Don't tempt me."

"I'm not tempting you Sam, I'm begging you."

Randy, along with his parents and a lot of other people on the plane, felt the knot in his chest tighten; the looks they were giving each other looked lethal.

When Sam stood unmoving Jenni laughed a little.

"Do you have any idea how pathetic you are?" she asked in a hushed voice. "You go around giving it the big I am but you're nothing."

"Just because you play a big strong wrestler on TV doesn't mean anything," Samantha said her voice wavering slightly. "You're the one that's nothing."

"Really?" Jenni asked with a smirk.

Seeing Sam nod slightly she spoke again.

"Well Sam if I'm nothing then why are you so terrified? Why are you're hands shaking? You are beyond pathetic. Now this is how it's goingtowork, we're gonna sit down in our seats like good little girls before the air hostess comes and we're going to ignore each other. Got it?" Jenni asked.

Sam didn't say or do anything but Jenni took her silence for a yes so she backed away a little before moving to the side slightly and stepping around her best friends fiancé and sitting in her seat picking up her magazine. Sam still hadn't moved so Elaine stood up and pushed her gently into her seat before giving a warning look to Randy.

You better sort this out. Before someone gets very, very hurt.


Well there ya have it. Chapter 4 is over but fear not loyal reader the next chapter will be up in a few days. Leave me a review and let me know what you think.

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