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Chapter Two: The Day I Met Him

Riz stood there inside a locker room she had been shoved into. They had told her to change into whatever she could find inside the closet that was there. She had gone through all of the clothes and presumed them all to be 'diva' clothes. Diva. Meaning: girly-girl. Riz wasn't a girly-girl. She had some feminine touches but she wasn't the biggest fan of short clothes. All she saw inside that closet were short miniskirts, revealing tank tops and halters with 'sexy' stitched onto the front. Ugh. So not her style.

She scanned further into the closet and found a desired outfit. She slipped on a pair of loose fitting Lee jeans that had a rip on the left knee and some paint splatters on the right leg. She chose a green camouflage RRJ baby-tee that had a black G.I. Jane stitched onto a green cloth badge that was on the left chest. She wore the rubber shoes that she brought in case of emergency; a pair of white Skechers rubber shoes that had black laces. To accentuate her style, she slipped a tattered white denim belt through her belt loops and fastened it securely. She grabbed a white Roxy baseball cap that had black paint splatters and placed it slanted onto her head.

Feeling that her arms were pretty bare, she took two white Chain Gang, John Cena's proposed 'group', wristbands and reversed them to hide the logo. She placed them on either wrist and adjusted them to her liking. She looked around the locker room and saw that there was particularly nothing to do. She reached into her black Bench body bag and pulled out her iPod and Razr. She slipped the earphones on and began to blast 'Get On The Dance Floor' by Ciara. She flipped her Razr open and saw a couple of messages from family and friends.

Noodle! Yeah, I know, I'm so excited for you! How did it go? Do I get to move into Forbes Park and have so many bodyguards 'coz my lil sis is a WWE diva? Or do I have to stay here at home and have to tolerate Koko? Haha… Text me soon, noodle! I heart you! –mingo

Rizriz! Yeah, it's your bestie, nikka, here… Got a new number so you may want to save it so you and I can text day and night like before… I heard from the grapevine that you got an interview with the WWE! You go, girl! msg me soon about how it went, okay? I miss you like hell! Last I saw you was before Christmas… Well, at least we got to go shopping… hehe… te quiero, mi amiga!

(a/n: the term "ate" means older sister in Filipino. It is pronounced as a-te.)

Ate Riz! Yeah, didn't expect a msg from me now did ya? Well, what's a lil bro to do? Sit here and think about how my big sis is probably talking to John Cena right now? Wait… Did you get me an autograph of Cena already? I want it! Please, ate… I want his autograph here in my hands the next time you come home… Which I hope is soon… Mom and dad are annoying and ate Lin is… irritating! Ü

Looks like she was missed back home. Truth of the matter is that she never wanted to leave home. She wanted to stay there and take care of her mom and dad. She could probably help her sister with the family business or teach in her alma mater. It used to be her dream to teach, and she did for a short while. It was a part-time job in her alma mater as a Math teacher. But the next year, she became an English teacher. Both were in high school. She loved her job, but she had a higher dream to go after. She typed in some replies to her family and friends.

Hey, mingo! I've got some news to tell you… You better start looking for lots in Forbes Park! Haha… Kidding… But yes, I got the job! And I'm gonna debut tonight! As someone's valet… Too bad it's three weeks delayed there in the Phils… You can't see me debut tonight with… whoever… Anywho, I've got to go… Got some other texts to reply to… Love yah, mingo! –noodle

Niknik! Yeah, I am already saving your number so I can bother you anytime! Whoo! …And yes, I did get an interview with the WWE! And to tell you how it went, it was fantastic! I got the job! Yay me! Haha… I miss you, too, Nik… Actually, I haven't been away from home for what, like three days and I already miss you guys! …And about the shopping… You mean person! You used my credit card! Well, it's only fair since I used yours, too… Haha… I've got to go… adios, amiga!

Koko!… Haha… Kidding… Hey, Rico! Yes, I have talked to your 'legendary' John Cena and he was pretty nice… Too bad I ain't so you're not getting an autograph! Bwahaha… Mean sister, ain't I? I know you still love me… Anyways… ate Lin is just concerned, and so are mom and dad…So, until you're eighteen, you're stuck with them! Live with it! Haha… Buh-bye now! Text you later! Ü

She laughed as she pictured her little brother's face when he would read her message. Ever since she had started training for wrestling, he had been pushing her to get into the WWE so that he could meet his idol, John Cena. Amazing how teens would see him as an 'icon'. She opened her gallery and flipped through some pictures. Some of her and her friends; her and her bestie; her and her sis; her and her brother; her parents; and some of other people. Of course, there were also pictures of her German Shepherd, Cali. She had named him after her favorite, well one of them, places in the world, California.

She was taken out of her reverie when the door swung open and in walked Steph and John Cena. They smiled at her and waved. She took her earphones out and flipped her phone closed as she waved back and said, "Hey! Uum… I see that you have something up for me, Steph…"

"Well, yeah… I was thinking of making you either a member of D-Generation X with Paul, Shawn and Chynna or John Cena's girl… I weighed out the pros and the cons… And seeing as it is that DX already has a female in their group, I decided on Cena… Then, coincidentally, John comes barging into my office and asks if ever you got the job… I said yes… Then, he asked if he could have you as a valet since you looked 'like a Chain Gang Soldier'… And yes, apparently, and unfortunately, for the next couple of months, you'd have to tolerate John Cena and his crazy antics…" Steph said.

John hit Steph playfully on the arm and said, "What a nice way to introduce me, Steph… Thanks a lot and good goin'…" He looked at Riz and smiled at her, "Well, are you okay with being my valet? 'Coz I thought you looked fit to be on my team… So, uum, and I had a good feeling that you'd get the job… It's aiiite if you don't want to be… I ain't forcin' ya…" he said.

"Well, I've got just about one thing to say, Cena…" Riz said as she walked closer to him. She looked down and smiled before shoving her iPod and phone inside her pockets. She took off the wristbands on her wrists and reversed them. "Looks like I won't be needing to reverse these Chain Gang wristbands…" she said as she saw a smile come to his face. She slipped the wristbands back on and adjusted them to make sure that the Chain Gang logo was highly noticeable.

"That's set then!" Steph said with a clap of her hands. "I'll leave you two to get better acquainted! Oh, and Riz, you'll be staying in the Women's locker room with the rest of the divas, okay? This is kind of like the costume room… So, you two better go on and practice your parts! Here are your scripts!" she handed them two bunches of paper. "Cheerio!" she said before leaving the room.

"How much time do we have until RAW starts?" Riz asked, flipping through the pages of her script. "This looks like one hell of a show…" she said, commenting on the length of the lines and the number of pages they ran on. "Are you sure we can get this all down pat by the time we have to go on air? I mean… This may sound stupid but this is a long script…"

"Well, Captain Obvious, we've got exactly three hours until RAW starts and four and a half hours until we have to come out and grace the world with our presence… So, let's head off outside and practice our lines, aite? I don't feel so comfortable rehearsing inside a costume room…" John said with a bit of playfulness. Hey! It was the girl's first day on the job. At least he was nice enough to make her laugh, even if just a little.

She laughed a little at his actions. If this were one of John Cena's crazy antics, then she would be very happy to go along with them for the next few months. She grabbed her bag and slung it around her body before walking out with John to find a nice place to practice and rehearse. They found a couple of equipment crates not far from the locker room and decided to rest there and practice. They ran through all their lines and how they were supposed to do everything. John even showed her how to act all goofy, and that made her laugh so hard, she caught tears sliding down her face.

Thirty minutes before the show, they had memorized all their lines and rehearsed every single part of the act five times. She was beginning to fumble with her fingers as she felt butterflies swirl in her stomach. She began to bite her lips constantly and check her phone for the current time every ten seconds. "Nervous?" John inquired as he walked her to the Women's locker room where she would need to fix up even further.

"Wow, was I making it that obvious? To think I was trying to hide it so badly!" she said, a slight twinge of sarcasm noted in her voice. It wasn't that she was trying to be sarcastic or push him away; it was just that that's how she would often react whenever she was nervous or scared. Even when she was annoyed, she would be sarcastic. It was just her nature to be somewhat defensive. "I'm sorry, John… It's just… I'm not used to being shown to big crowds… I usually just appear in small crowds… And yeah, you think you weren't nervous on your debut…"

"It's no problem, Riz… Everyone in the WWE went through that stage… Hell, you'd think we were all so unafraid but we really are nervous before going onstage… You know, the fear of getting things wrong or trippin' onstage or whatever… It's scary sometimes… But you've got to face your fear and think about what brings you out there to the stage… What does drive you to be here?" he asked as they passed a couple more crates.

"Well… Since before, when I've watched people wrestle, I've always envied them… You know, you get to feel the adrenaline rush whenever you go out there… You can show people you're strong and you can back it up… You can compete with others for titles and you can be the best you can be…You can entertain the people by doing what you love to do… You can go beyond limits and get through all your worst fears in that ring…" she said, getting very full of expression and desire.

John saw the passion judging by the tone of her voice. From there, he could say that she will go far in the business; there was no doubt about that. "Well, use that to think that you can do it… You can overcome this fear and be the best you can be… The adrenaline rush, bah, it's nothin'… What will really drive you is the reason why you wrestle… You want to entertain people and push yourself beyond limits and excel… And that's why you're goin' out there with me later on tonight… 'Cause you want to see the people smile…" he said, offering her a comforting smile as they stopped in front of the Women's locker room.

"Thanks, John… I think I can handle it now… So, uum… I'll see you out there in a while? I think I better go in a acquaint myself with some of the other divas since I'll be traveling with them for some time… And I think I'd better spruce myself up so that I'd look good…" she said as she motioned her head towards the locker room door.

"Yeah, I think you'd better acquaint yourself, too… I've got a little something for you… It's for good luck and you know, so that you'd feel less afraid…" John said as he grabbed inside his shirt and pulled off his dog tags. He placed them around her neck and smiled. "I've got my padlock anyways… I think you'd need these more than I do…" he said. She smiled up to him and gave him a hug.

She said thanks before turning to enter the locker room. He had left and walked to the Men's locker room to get ready as well. Riz, upon entering the locker room, was greeted by the divas. Trish Stratus approached her and said, "Hi, Riz! I'm Trish… Full name is Patricia Stratigias… Screen name is Trish Stratus… You can call me by any nickname you want…"

"Hey, Trish… I'm Riz… Uum, yeah, my full name is Ann Laurice Cruz… Riz, for short… My screen name is going to be Riz, too… and yeah, you can call me whatever you want but I'd prefer it if you'd call me Riz…" she said, imitating the older woman's introduction. The rest of the group introduced themselves one by one. Stacy Keibler, Lisa Marie Varon a.k.a Victoria, Amy Dumas a.k.a Lita, Torrie Wilson and many others found a friend in Riz quite easily.

After all the introductions, the diva got back to gussying up for the show. Trish and Amy left the locker room to start off RAW for that night. Riz grabbed some stuff from her messenger bag and laid them out on the vanity. She wasn't a big fan of make-up. She only wore it whenever she had to be under the lights so that she wouldn't look as pale as a ghost. Her mother insisted on her brining some to the US in case she had somewhere to go. They had proved to be useless until now.

She applied some foundation, the one that were the same color as her skin, followed by some light brown eye shadow to accentuate her brown eyes. She applied some blush and a little clear mascara before moving onto putting on some light pink lipgloss. She wasn't a girl to wear a lot of make-up; I think you could see that by now. She wore minimal make-up so that she would look presentable.

An hour and a half into RAW, a stagehand knocked onto the door of the locker room and asked for Riz. "Ms. Cruz, it's time for your segment with Mr. Cena…" he said. She nodded ad followed him to the entrance where John was already waiting for her. He heard the familiar clinking of his dog tags so he spun around to see Riz there. "Are you ready?" she asked him.

"Are you sure you really don't want to be with DX?" he joked. 'Are you ready?' was DX's trademark line. She laughed and hit him playfully on his arm. "I'm sure, Cena… Now c'mon… I think we're on in ten seconds…" she said. In a couple more seconds, 'Basic Thugonomics', a recording made by John Cena himself, played throughout the arena starting with the well-known, 'So… You think you're untouchable…'

The crowd went wild for their favorite heel. Yes, John Cena was still known as a heel to the WWE fans. With his raps, he annoyed most superstars in the ring. But backstage, judging by how he's been with Riz, you could say that he was quite the joker and sweetheart. John and Riz stepped onto the stage and admired the crowd before them. John raised his hands to show his appreciation for his fans while Riz smirked at them, just like how they'd practiced.

They, indicating that they were still heels, walked down the ring hand-in-hand and smirked at all the fans. John opened the ropes so that she could step in and then stepped in himself. They each got a mic and waited for the crowd to tone down their extremely loud screams. Once the crowd was pacified, John started out on what his script said.

"Well, I think y'all might be wond'rin' who this girl beside me is… Imma give y'all a slight background check on that reason… Steph, RAW's GM, finally came to her senses and thought that John Cena needed a girl beside him… And yeah, I agree with her… It was getting kinda lonely comin' up this ring every time with no one beside me but myself…" he said.

"…And so, Steph interviewed some pretty ladies from blah blah blah and found this girl… She was beautiful, she was talented… She was extremely good with her mouth, too, but that's beside the point and only for me to know, y'hear?" the crowd laughed slightly at all the antics John was pulling off.

"…With my approval… This girl standin' in this ring with me right now, on the 27th of December, is my girl… my pretty lady… She's not yours… She's mine… And yes, she's talented and smart and all that crap you'd think of as the perfect girl for me… Plus, she knows how to talk… Talk smack, if ya catch me… Without further ado, I'd like to introduce y'all to Riz!" John said into the microphone as the fans gave the valet a hearty welcome.

"WWE fans! Riz is here, and I'm sure y'all are so happy with my presence…" she said in that exaggerated way similar to John's as she portrayed her cocky persona so well. "…And Cena, I don't appreciate you sayin' it to these people that I am pretty good with my mouth… 'Cause as you said, it's only for you to know…"

"But, baby, I thought we had this connection? You know… The one that I'd flaunt you off as my girl? And so yeah, baby, I just want the world to know how well I see you as a person… After all, you are my baby… Right, baby?" John said as he wrapped an arm around her waist. Before RAW, they weren't so sure if Steph was planning on a love angle or just a simple storyline between them.

"Ah, you flirt you…" Riz said as he slapped him gently on the stomach. "Well, this is what I get for fallin' for this big chunk of muscle standin' beside me… Anyway, I want you all to know that I will be John Cena's 'girl' slash valet… And y'all are gonna see a lot of lil ol' moi… So, get ready, WWE, 'cause this girl…" she pointed to herself as John pointed to her, too. "… This girl is here to cause some major trouble… What can I say? I'm a bad girl…"

"That your are, baby… That you are…" John said. Before they could say anything more, a familiar sound of electric guitars blasted through the arena followed by the pounding of drums. 'Hey… Hey… Hey! Nothing you can say…' blasted through the arena in Mercy Drive's music. Randy Orton, a pompous jerk to the fans, stepped out and smirked at the fans.

He held a microphone to his mouth and said, "Well… well… well…" in that low husky voice of his. "What do we have here, Cena? A new ho to cling onto you? Wait… I almost forgot… She isn't a new ho… She's the first one, to state it nicely!"

"What do you want, Orton? You come out here interrupting Riz and I just so you could tell me how many hoes I've had on me? Well… Orton… She's not a ho… And yeah… So, if you think she's the first… If I have one, then you have none… Y'dig?" John was fast in his backfire to Randy as the crowd cheered. This wasn't in the script. But what the hell, they couldn't say 'this isn't in the script!' in front of the crowd.

"Well… I've got two things to say, Cena… Number one, about that 'If I have one, then you have none' shit, well, you'd best get your facts straight because if I can recall properly, the proper line would be, if said from my perspective, 'If I have ten, you have seven'… I'm always ahead of you, Cena… Don't forget that…" Randy said.

"…And another thing… You're right, she isn't a ho… She doesn't look like a ho… Boy, Cena, you do not know how to pick your girls now, do you? Because judging from what I see, that's not a girl beside you… Looks more like a boy, Cena… She's standing beside you wearing that and talking like that, are you sure that's the kind of girl you'd want?" Randy said further.

"Aha…" Riz let out a sarcastic laugh. "…Mr. Mighty Cocky A-hole Randy Orton… I'm not a girl?" she faced the crowd and smiled with her mouth open as if she were over astonished. "I've got just three things to say to you, Orton… Number one, what the hell is up with the 'If I have ten, you have seven' crap? So you mean, if that's applicable in all areas, you've had ten girls dump you, while John over here has only got seven… Isn't looking good for such a playboy like yourself, is it?"

"…Oh! And secondly, John doesn't know how to pick his girls? Newsflash, Orton, he chose me. Not you. So, he even better be thankful that he chose someone who has a bigger chance to be a girl…" the crowd burst out in laughter. "…Lastly, Orton, you could go around wearing a miniskirt and a tube top and I'd still call you normal, for someone like you… So, if I, in these clothes, am not normal, then what's normal for ya? Me wearing a clown suit?" the crowd laughed again as Riz smirked.

"Well, John…" Randy started, obviously livid. "Your girl over there does know how to run her mouth… And what a big mouth it is… You talking about normal, Riz? You haven't seen normal in the WWE… Never… You're just new here… So, you'd best respect me 'cause I know you'd never learn anything from that thug over there…" he said as he stepped backstage and left the two in the ring.

"That's right, Orton! Walk away 'cause you know you've just lost…" John said. "…To a girl, as a matter of fact!" the crowd laughed. "Oh, and by the way, Riz, about the whole thing 'bout you sayin' that I chose you over Orton, that's way creepy, woman… I know Orton's gay…" the crowd laughed. "…But hell, I don't swing that way!"

"…And hopefully you never will…" Riz said before leaving the ring. John followed suit as he chased her like a lovesick puppy all the way back up the ramp. They reached the backstage and then the RAW announcers, Jerry 'The King' Lawler and Jim 'JR' Ross, closed the show and said goodnight to all the fans and viewers.

Backstage, everyone gave Riz a huge standing ovation. For her first time on air, it was fantastic! The Randy Orton part wasn't in the script but she managed to pull it off without a hitch. She even entertained the fans well. Steph came running to her and said, "That was so good, Riz! The ratings went through the roof with you and Orton fighting! They all loved your little catfight!"

The backstage crowd cheered her on even more. She felt welcome, not to mention accepted in this group. She felt John wrap an arm around her shoulders and squeeze them slightly, indicating that she had done a job well done. "That was a great stint out there, Riz! The crowd absolutely loved you!" he said with a smile.

As soon as the crowd had cleared and most of the superstars were on their way home, Riz and John were still standing there near the curtains. Riz had been exclaiming about how good it felt to go out onstage and in the ring for the first time in front of the WWE fans. She was so hyper and proud of herself that she was almost jumping around and that amused John. She was hyper. So, they were a good pair. He was crazy and loved to exaggerate, she was hyper and loved to be sarcastic.

"Oh, hey, Riz… I want you to meet my best friend…" John said as he pointed to behind Riz. She spun around to come face-to-face with none other than Randy Orton. John walked over to Randy and put an arm around his shoulders. "Riz, this is my best friend since ever, or more probably since I started OVW, Randy Orton… Yeah, he was the man you were catfightin' with earlier…" he said.

Randy Orton was a man who was apparently taller than John. He was 6"4 and he had brown hair and baby blue eyes similar to those of John. He had a pretty muscular physique and a cocky aura to him. He held his head high and looked down on the smaller woman. Yep, indeed she did feel very vertically-challenged around here being only 5"4.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Randy!" she held out her hand for him to shake. "I'm Riz! You can call me whatever you want but I'd prefer if you'd just call me Riz… It has a nicer ring in my ears…" Her hand remained stranded there in the air for him to take but he never did. He just glared at her and smirked before John decided to leave. "Hey, guys, Imma go fix my stuff… I'll pick you up in the locker room, aiiite, Riz?" John said before leaving them alone.

"I think it's best if I'd call you bitch… It has a nicer ring in MY ears…" Randy said once John was out of sight. She took her hand back and looked at him weirdly. "Look, Riz, I don't like you bitching about me out there… Don't you think that was rather humiliating? I mean, calling me gay? Could you really stoop so low?" he attacked.

"THAT was rather humiliating? See it from my side, Orton… You called me a guy! You called me, well implied, that I was a bisexual! Now who's stooping so low? Now who's seeing it as humiliating?" she said, firing back. She didn't mean to sound so rude but her pride was at stake here.

"It isn't a very nice start for you here in the WWE, now, is it? On your very first day… On your RAW debut, you just had to mess with me… Listen here, bitch, I am Randy Orton, the Legend Killer… Around here, what I say goes… So, if you don't mind, get out of my face, stay away from me, and leave my sexuality alone…" he said, defending his side to make him look oh so innocent.

"Whatever you do, Orton, I am in the WWE… I made it here with my blood, sweat and tears… And I'm not going to let some cocky arrogant man like you ruin in… Sure, I'll let you run around tellin' people that I'm nothing but a ho, oh, pardon me, I meant boy, running 'round clingin' onto John Cena's shirt… Yeah, sure, go ahead and say that but that doesn't mean I am one… So, you don't have to ask if I'd leave you alone, Orton, because after this, as sure as your heart is frozen over I won't even bother to look at you!" she said before spinning around and walking back to the locker room.

Maybe this wasn't such a good day after all.

People! Might I repeat: THIS IS NOT A RANDY BASHING STORY. It may only seem like one but it isn't, 'kay? I'm just playing around with his persona but I am, in no way, bashing him! M'kay?

This one… kinda gets interesting. Well, kind of. Not saying it is. But it's kind of. Lol. For those who are waiting for the prologue's time frame to come back into the picture, it's gonna come back sometime. Aiiite? Don't worry. Speaking of reviews, honestly, I was kinda frustrated at the number. Ah well, might as well post more for more reviews.

Please, people! R&R so that I'll post the update sooner, m'kay? Thankies.

-veracruzortongal