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Chapter Eight: Serious Misconceptions.

The following morning, Marissa woke with a pounding headache. It felt as though someone was drilling inside her head, but at least she could breathe properly and her throat no longer felt as raw. Sitting up in bed, the redhead looked over to where Kate was sleeping. The brunette was still dead to the world and Marissa hoped she was just sleeping in and not coming down with the same virus. Silently, the video tech got out of bed and poured herself a glass of water before heading to the washroom to shower. Marissa supposed the one good thing about Kate sleeping in was that there wasn't a fight for the bathroom every morning.

As the warm water washed over the redhead and soothed away all her aches and pains, she had a hazy recollection of the previous night. She remembered passing out on the couch in the crew lounge and Phillip offering to ready the video footage for that night's show. However, she had no memory of getting back from the arena or into bed. Marissa assumed Kate had managed to sneak off work for an hour to bring her back but then realized that couldn't be right as the brunette had gone out clubbing with Brad and Josh, accidentally waking her up when she sneaked back in at the most ridiculous hour.

Stepping out of the shower, Marissa began to worry about how exactly she had gotten home the previous night. What if she'd just walked out in the middle of the show? Hoping Kate could shed some light on the situation, the video tech returned to the bedroom to find her friend just waking up.

"Sleep well? Feeling any better?" asked the brunette as the other woman entered the room.

"Yeah, I did thanks and I'm feeling a lot better now," replied Marissa.

She was just about to ask her friend if she too had slept well and check she wasn't coming down with a head cold too when Kate spoke again. "I take it John got you back here okay then?" she asked.

The redhead was about to question her friend's statement when all her memories came flooding back to her. She could now clearly picture John Cena bringing her some water and medicine at the arena, then him bringing her back to the hotel. Her heart raced a little as she mentally saw him supporting her in the lift, their bodies just inches apart. Then, Marissa's jaw dropped to the ground and she covered her mouth in shock.

"Oh no, he saw me in my sheep pajamas!" she exclaimed. Kate took one look at the expression on the video tech's face and burst out laughing. "Katherine! It is not funny when one's crush sees one in their pajamas!" insisted Marissa, trying her hardest to keep a straight face. "My goodness, I must have been real sick. I hope Cena doesn't think I'm a right loony now."

"Nah, he doesn't. He told me he took you back to the hotel and all he said was that he was real worried about you," reassured the brunette, leaving out the part that Maryse had been all over him or that she'd later seen the two dancing at the club. She didn't like hiding things from Marissa, especially as the redhead had a knack for always discovering the truth. However, nothing was going on between Cena and Maryse and for all she knew the wrestler was just being friendly by dancing with the ex-diva search contestant.

"Whew, that's a relief as I really like him," said Marissa.

"I know you do, chick, and he seems to like you too. Have y'all arranged when you're going for dinner?" asked Kate.

"Not really, to be honest, I think he just said that to be polite," replied the redhead.

"I don't think he did from what Dave has said. He seems pretty keen," fabricated the brunette. While Batista had said nothing of the sort, it didn't hurt to encourage Marissa a little, especially since she was freaking out about her sheep pajamas. If the video tech had even the slightest doubt in Cena's interest, she'd give up all together.

"'Dave' is it now? And since when were you on a first name basis with Mr. Batista?" teased Marissa.

"Since he's taking me out for dinner the next time we're free," replied Kate. She instantly regretted saying it however. She wanted Marissa and John to get together, but she didn't want anyone thinking she had feelings for Batista in the process… or did she? The woman then hurriedly added, "Besides, I've always called him 'Dave.' You just haven't been paying attention." She didn't know if it was true but it sounded like a good cover-up.

Inside, Marissa was in turmoil. She wanted to see her friend and the wrestler together; they'd be good for each other. However, if Kate and Dave hooked up too soon she wouldn't be able to use the excuse of double dating to get closer to John.

Down in the hotel gym, Batista and Cena were having a similar conversation. The larger wrestler had agreed to accompany his friend on his morning work out with the sole intention of finding out how Cena felt about Marissa. After all, that was the whole point, wasn't it? To get the two of them together. In addition, if he had nothing to report back about, there was no reason for him and Kate to go out for dinner.

"When are you taking Marissa out for dinner?" Dave asked as casually as possible.

Cena just shrugged and pressed the button to speed up the treadmill he was working out on. "Dunno, I haven't given it much thought to be honest," he replied after a few minutes.

"You really should, you know? She's a great chick and you don't wanna keep her hanging on," cautioned the older man.

Even though Dave only viewed Marissa in a platonic way, he found her attractive and knew that if John left it too long someone else would ask her out. The bigger man was also well aware of how the redhead felt and didn't want her to be strung along. Cena would be a fool if he didn't go after the video tech.

"Jeez, if you're that damn bothered by it, why don't you ask out her yourself?" huffed Cena, before abruptly heading for the showers.

Damn, what was that all about?Batista sighed to himself. Putting the little outburst down to tiredness, he thought nothing more of it and vowed to talk to Cena about Marissa later.

In the shower, John was feeling oddly jealous. He'd only been on one date with Marissa, so he didn't know her that well. However, Batista's closeness with the video tech bothered him. The redhead and Dave got on so well and found it easy to talk. In addition, his friend had met Maddie and the five-year-old liked him a lot. If Batista did have an interest in Marissa, could he really compete?

That next Friday Marissa was still feeling under the weather and wished it had been some other week that they were doomed to have an early houseshow on Friday. She had just finished her rounds of checking the monitors and so decided to find Kate. The redhead had high hopes that her friend and Dave were soon to become a couple from the causal remarks the woman had made about him over the past few days.

Trying to act mature about it, the video tech was pleased for her two friends even though this meant she might see less of Cena. She knew they'd make a great couple. As Marissa rounded the corner, she stopped dead in her tracks. The sight in front of her made her stomach drop and her heart ache.

Standing by a drinks machine, Cena was chatting animatedly to Maryse. The blonde-haired woman was vigorously flicking her hair and batting her eyelids. As the WWE Champion leaned in a little closer to the diva, the redhead's stomach lurched. If there was a clear sign that Cena wasn't interested in her that was it. Feeling tears burning in her eyes, Marissa turned on her heel and ran off. She'd been a fool to ever think someone like John Cena could be interested in someone like her. She should have known when he hadn't called her this past week to set up their dinner date.

So, it had only been three days since John had called Marissa and missed her, leaving a voicemail. He said he was just calling to check on her, that he'd check in with Kate, and not to worry about calling him back since she just needed to rest. He didn't sound like his usually bouncy self and Kate even mentioned it when she passed on his well wishes for her health from when he called her. Right then she should have known when he didn't ask her to call him back. Still, she had agonized over whether to call him or not. The woman had spent a great deal of time either resting from the cold or just being with her daughter, so she rationalized waiting to speak with him since it would only be three days before she saw him again. She was grateful that she hadn't mentioned it to Kate because the brunette would have made her call and she would have looked like a fool. A stupid, utter fool, that's all she was.

After his little confrontation with Batista Tuesday morning, Cena's head had been reeling for the rest of the day. What did he care if Dave and Marissa hooked up? They'd only been on one date. However, he did care. Something about the redhead fascinated him and he wanted to find out more. He dashed off that one quick phone call, panicking over what he would say as he realized he wouldn't sound anywhere near as suave and smooth as Dave Batista. He meant to call her back but two of his brothers were back in town and they seemed to want to be on the go 24/7. It was only three days; he'd talk to her that weekend if he could just figure out now what to say.

Seeing Dave and Marissa talking not more than thirty minutes ago had ruffled him again. Trying to collect his thoughts before that night's match, John stopped to buy a bottle of water and that had been when Maryse had approached him. The newest diva was a little full on, but she was easy to talk to. When Maryse had suggested that she and John hit a club after the show, Cena had agreed. After all, he wasn't officially dating anyone and he needed something to take his mind off his mixed thoughts. Procrastinating was what he did best.

Batista barely made it through that night's houseshow without punching someone. For some odd reason, Cena still wasn't speaking to him. In addition, whenever the bigger man brought up the subject of Marissa, the WWE Champion made some bitchy comment and walked off. By the third time it happened, Dave was beginning to get pissed off. How could he get John and Marissa together if John didn't even want to talk about the woman? Moreover, did Cena actually think that he, Dave, had feelings for the video tech?

The thought made Batista laugh aloud. In the early days of their friendship, people had often wrongly assumed he and Marissa were seeing each other, especially when he and the redhead had taken Maddie to the park. However, they were just close friends and both had made this point clear. Yet, Batista was frustrated by Cena's assumption. His friend was bound to back off if he thought Dave wanted to date the video tech. Plus, if Cena was no longer interested in Marissa, he'd have no reason to go for dinner with Kate. A nagging voice in the back of his head also told him he didn't want Kate getting the wrong idea if she heard the WWE Champion's theories.

Why all this bothered him so much though, he didn't know. Surely, no one got this wound up when their friend didn't like a woman? Plus, why did he care so much what Kate thought?

Her world was always confined to the small space behind the stage and she liked it that way, so Kate made it through the houseshow oblivious to the goings-on of Marissa, Cena and Batista. As far as the sound engineer was concerned, Marissa liked John and he seemed to like her back. If Dave did as he was meant to do, she'd know for sure and they could discuss the next step of getting the WWE Champion and the redhead together over dinner. The brunette hoped Cena did like her friend as much too since she wanted the video tech to be happy. Plus, for some reason she couldn't quite explain, she was looking forwards to having dinner with Batista.

They had spoken only once and that was just a quick call from Dave to let her know that he hadn't had the chance to talk with Cena. Instead of telling him that Marissa was freaking out over Cena having seen her in her PJs, Kate had simply replied that it was no problem and they'd just play it by ear. When he found out something from John, then they'd make plans. He promised to let her know something by Saturday afternoon and she couldn't wait to hear from him, even if she chalked the feeling up to getting her two friends together. Friday couldn't have come fast enough as the restlessness of waiting was driving her crazy.

However, Kate's thoughts were then dragged away from the romantic lives of her friends when her boss approached. Stephen had the final list of songs and artists they were going to present to management to be used as pay per view and entrance themes. "Have you checked out what's on the CD yet?" he asked, handing the list over.

The brunette nodded. "Just once through. I thought I still had another week."

"John didn't tell you?" the older man asked.

"Apparently not," she muttered in reply but then her jaw dropped to the floor as she read over the list. Chrome Bumper? No, that can't be right, she thought. "Wait a second, Stephen," she mumbled and pulled out the CD of sample tracks Cena had given to her on Monday. The sound engineer's heart stopped as she heard the lyrics of track eight.

Damn that woman just took off with my heart

Didn't my friends warn me she was nothing but a tart?

The brunette didn't know how she'd missed it the first time she'd listened the CD. After all, she'd co-written the song and played the piano part for it in all those stuffy dead-end lounges and clubs. However, there was no mistaking the sound of her ex-boyfriend's voice or his band. Turning the CD off abruptly, Kate turned back to Stephen.

"There isn't a problem, is there?" he asked.

"I'm not sure, to be honest. You see…the thing is, I use to date Austin Mitchell, the lead singer with Chrome Bumper," she admitted.

"That's great. We should have them bagged for the next pay-per-view though but maybe you could talk to them and get them to agree to do C.M. Punk's new theme?" suggested Stephen.

"Erm… Not exactly. Austin and I kinda ended on bad terms. I doubt he'll even talk to me," confessed the sound engineer.

"Damn, that's a shame, as his band are quite something and I was hoping they'd do the theme for us so we can skip all that crap of having to go through their agents before we can even ask, blah, blah, you know the drill," he replied.

Quite something? Yeah, I should know, I helped them to get where they are now, Kate thought bitterly and then remembered exactly how she had missed the song. They were in the airport and she had noticed Batista walk by. Accidentally turning off her MP3 player, she had risen from her seat to stop him and ask him if he had talked to Cena but he seemed to be in a hurry. Thinking she was on track nine instead of six, she had restarted the player past the song.

Later that night in the nightclub, Cena's head was still all over the place. Maryse was obviously into him and he knew without a doubt that if he wanted to take her back to his hotel room, he could. However, every time the blonde-haired woman tried to kiss him, all John could see was Marissa's face looking back at him. The two women were such opposites and he felt kind of trashy being there with the blonde given how modest and unpretentious the video tech was.

The WWE Champion wasn't the only person in the club that night whose head was spinning. Kate had agreed to go out with Brad and Josh to take her mind off Austin. However, it'd done exactly the opposite. So much so, she didn't even notice Maryse and John dancing together for most of the night.

Apparently, Chrome Bumper really were quite something. They must have just released a new album as virtually every other song played that night was one of theirs and their image was frequently on the TV screens around the club. She had heard them very rarely on the radio over the past three years, assuming that they had failed to make it big and were just lingering around the edges. This "new" song was being touted as their biggest hit and expected to go number one on the charts, according to a host on MTV.

Seeing Austin up there appearing on the music channel's show made Kate's heart ache. That should have been her dancing with the band. That should have been her fawning over her ex and the other members of the band. Hell, she would have just settled to be in the audience knowing that the very next weekend she'd be in the sound pit working her audio magic. It wasn't so much the fame as the credit and the desire to be loved and accepted that she longed for.

The following morning Batista decided to bite the bullet and have it out with Cena. One way or another, the bigger man was determined to find out if his friend liked Marissa and clear up this silly misunderstanding. At the least, he was going to make John speak civilly to him.

Cena agreed to have a late lunch with his friend and the two met in the hotel restaurant around three due to a meeting they both had to attend. As Dave sipped his coffee, John stood up to get some more sugar. When he did, the WWE Champion's phone went off.

"It's only a text. Can you read it for me, mate?" asked Cena.

Dave picked up the phone and smirked as he read the message.

Hey John, I had a great time with you last night. We should do it again soon, M xxx

The bigger man smiled to himself. So Cena and Marissa hooked up last night? Great, he thought.

Without thinking about what he was doing, Dave hit reply.

Sure, baby, I'd love to. I'll call you later and we can hook up xx

A little push in the right direction wouldn't hurt, right? Pleased with helping to get Cena and Marissa a little closer together, Batista texted Kate to tell her what was going on. As Dave hit 'send' to the brunette's phone explaining about the text Cena had received and the one he'd sent on the WWE Champion's behalf, Dave couldn't help but feel a little downhearted. If his plan worked and John and Marissa did get together, he'd have no reason to take Kate out for dinner. That was the plan, anyhow, he tried to tell himself, tolerate the woman until he got John and Marissa together.

Up in her hotel room, Marissa picked up the phone to call her daughter. It was a tradition for the video tech to speak to Maddie on her days off when she wasn't home. The redhead dialled in the digits of her parental home. Within two rings, the little girl had picked up as she was expecting her mom to call. "Mama," screamed Maddie.

"Hey, baby. How are you? Is school going well?" asked Marissa.

"I'm super great. I learned a new word yesterday, Mama," replied the five-year-old.

"And what was it, Maddie?" asked the woman.

"Scarlet," replied the little girl.

"And what does it mean, honey?" Marissa asked.

"It means red," answered Maddie.

"Well done, sweetheart," gushed the redhead. "When I get home, I'll buy you a present as a reward."

"Can I have one of those wrestling dollies, please, Mama?" asked the girl.

Marissa laughed. "They're not dolls, baby, they're figures, plus they're for boys," she replied.

"Ohh... but I wanted Barbie to marry Shawn Michaels," complained Maddie.

The mother giggled. "Sorry, honey, but Shawn is already married," she informed.

"Oh," sighed Maddie. "Barbie will be really sad now. What will I tell her?"

"Well, honey, what about Ken?"

"He lost in a match to the Undertaker and he's missing a leg."

Trying to change the line of conversation, Marissa asked, "Have you been feeding Xerxes his new doggie food?" The massive dog had to be put on a diet last week as he was coming dangerously close to being too large.

"Of course, Mama," she replied and Marissa could tell her daughter had rolled her eyes.

"Ok, baby," conceded Marissa, realizing her little girl was growing up fast and becoming more independent. It broke the video tech's heart to miss so much of her daughter's life, but the bills had to be paid. She refused to take a dime from her parents and her father didn't seem to have a problem with that arrangement either.

"Is Grams or Gramps around please, sweetie? I need a little word with them before I go," asked the redhead.

"Yeah, Gramps is just watching the news, but I can get him for you," replied Maddie.

"Thank you, baby."

"If I do though, will you promise to talk to me again after?" insisted the strawberry-blonde.

When her mother assured her that she would, Maddie rushed to get her Gramps. Marissa had really wanted to speak to her mother. However, she could do little about it now. The video tech just hoped her father was in a good mood and wouldn't have too much to say.

"Hello, Marissa," came Joseph's voice on the other end of the phone. "How are you? Is work going well?"

"I'm good. Thank you for asking, Papa. Work is good. Are you well?" replied the redhead, her voice tensing up just from speaking to the man.

Marissa and her father weren't exactly close. As a child, she'd been the apple of his eye. However, all that changed when she'd fallen pregnant with Maddie, and her sister, Shannon, had gone to University in England.

Joseph Carlson, being a financial consultant and devout Catholic, had disapproved of his eldest daughter falling pregnant out of wedlock. He'd been optimistic for Marissa's future, but all he'd received back was dissatisfaction, a fact he was unafraid to admit, even to his own daughter. Even now, at twenty-seven, the redhead could be reduced to tears by her father's comments. Therefore, it was no surprise that she was tense about talking to him.

"Work is going well, thank you, Marissa," answered Joseph, not feeling the need to elaborate any further. "What I'm more interested in knowing, however, is how you're getting along in the WWE?"

The question shocked the video tech as her father didn't really approve of her job, let alone care how she was getting on there. She was just home; he could have asked her this stuff then. "I'm really happy there, Papa. I've got some good friends and it helps that Kate is there too," replied Marissa. She didn't really know what else to say. She'd been working for the WWE for almost a year now, yet this was the first time her father had asked her anything about it. Her mother, Glenna, had been a lot more interested when Marissa had taken the job and the redhead kept her updated on how she was coping there.

"Are any of these friends you've made wrestlers?" Joseph pressed.

Again, her father's questioning made Marissa feel a little taken aback. Surely, her mother had mentioned things about her life to him. Heck, she'd even talked about Dave in front of him. In addition, what did he care if she were friends with the wrestlers; they were people too after all. "Papa, you know that they are. I've told you before about my friend, Dave. He and I have taken Maddie out to the park and I meet him for coffee whenever I'm home," informed the video tech.

"Oh, yes, I remember him now. He's a tall, very muscular, dark haired man, isn't he?" her father checked.

"Yes, why do you ask? Most of the wrestlers are muscular, it's part of their job," insisted Marissa. Something about her father's tone told the video tech there was more to his questions than just curiosity.

"And how about the female wrestlers? What are they like? Are you friends with them too?" asked Joseph, his voice now sounding more commanding. The sound of it gave Marissa chills; it was a tone he only used when something was bothering him.

"Well, a few of them are, yes. They're nice women, happy to help each other out," insisted the redhead. Marissa wasn't quite sure why her father wanted to know all of this and that unsettled her.

"Well, I've seen them on TV, and they don't look very nice," her father stated. Now the redhead understood why he was asking so many questions. Obviously, he'd watched Raw and gotten the wrong idea about everything. "To me they look like nothing but fancy prostitutes and the men seem no better. Are these really the type of people you want Madison growing up around? The people she looks to as role models?"

The video tech tried to explain to her father that the characters he saw on TV weren't real, that they were like actors, but he cut her off and continued.

"And how about this Dave Batista? Do you want to date him? Do you think he'd make a good father figure for Madison? Because I don't. To me he's nothing but a violent animal, the way her throws other people around like they're rag dolls. He could do that to you, to your daughter," accused Joseph.

Marissa was appalled by her father's misjudgment. He didn't know anything about Dave, so how could he say such things? "Dave isn't like that, Papa. You don't even know him. He's a good friend and a kind and gentle man," protested the redhead.

"Oh for goodness sake, Marissa! Don't be so naive and selfish. You've already ruined that little girl's life by bringing her into this world without a proper father, don't ruin it any more. If you keep surrounding Madison with such people, she'll turn out no better than you, a cheap little tart," he bit.

Tears streamed down Marissa's face and she had to use all her force not to shout back at him. How dare he say such things to her. She was a good mother and did the best by Maddie. It wasn't her fault that Greg had run out on them before Maddie was even born. The video tech had done what she thought was right and best for everyone at the time by keeping her daughter.

Not prepared to take any more abuse from her father, the redhead spoke as calmly as she could. "Papa, I love you, but I cannot talk to you when you're like this. Would you kindly put my daughter back on, please?"

Joseph didn't say another word to Marissa and a few minutes later Maddie's voice greeted her again. It was amazing how the sound of one person's voice could create such a feeling of calm and happiness within Marissa.

"Mama, when you were on the phone to Gramps, I taught Xerxes a new trick," informed the little girl, her voice ringing with pride.

"Well done, baby. What did you teach him?" asked the mother, curious to know what her little girl had been up to since she passed the phone over to her Gramps.

"I taught him how to play possum, like the wrestlers do on telly. If I ask him to, he lies down and acts as though he's dead. But don't worry, it's only pretend," assured Maddie.

The redhead chuckled, amused by her daughter taking so much pleasure in something so simple as making a dog play dead. "That's great, honey. Maybe you could get him to do it when we come home and scare Aunt Kate with it," joked the video tech. However, she instantly regretted saying that as she knew Maddie would now scare everyone with her new trick for the next month.

"I can't do it too much though because he wants three doggie treats when he does it right," confessed the strawberry-blonde.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't do it then," cautioned Marissa, remembering the animal's new diet. "We don't want him getting so fat that he can't go for walks."

"Yeah, you're right," conceded Maddie. "Maybe I'll just teach him to do my home work instead." Again, the redhead laughed. It amazed her how simple life was to a five-year-old. "I better go now, Grams said dinner is ready," announced the little girl, after a few seconds. Marissa began to ask how she was already eating dinner but remembered the three hour time difference. "Promise you'll call me tomorrow?"

"Of course, baby. You be a good girl for Grams and Gramps now and remember to eat all your greens," instructed the redhead. Again, she knew her daughter had just rolled her eyes and she was left with sadness at how fast she was growing up.

"I will, Mama. Talk to you soon, I love you," said Maddie.

"Talk to you tomorrow, sweetie. I love you too," replied Marissa before she hung up.

Less than a second later, Kate, grinning broadly, emerged from the washroom where she'd been hiding out fixing her hair so that Marissa could have some privacy. The brunette pretended as if she hadn't heard the video tech and her father arguing and instead launched right into what was making her smile so much. "A little birdie told me you had a visitor last night and apparently you quite enjoyed yourself too," teased the sound engineer. "Is that why you didn't go out with us last night? You should have told me."

"Kate, I have no idea what you're talking about, so why don't you stop grinning like an idiot and fill me in," Marissa stated simply, not in the mood for playing games.

"You and John getting it on. Dave just told me about the text you sent him and said that you should be getting one back soon," informed Kate, the smirk on her face obvious.

"I haven't spoken to Cena since I was ill, so Dave must have misread the message," informed the redhead, now beginning to wonder what on earth was going on.

"Well, the text was signed 'M' and we don't know anyone else whose name starts with that letter so…" the brunette reasoned but then stopped dead.

Both women looked at each other and thought the exact same thing -- Maryse! Kate covered her mouth in disbelief as tears threatened to blind Marissa for the second time that afternoon.

"I wouldn't be so sure. I saw him flirting with Maryse yesterday. Obviously they both got what they wanted," whispered the redhead, her voice chocked with heartache.

"That bitch! I saw her sniffing around Cena, but I hoped she wouldn't get her claws into him. Moreover, what the hell does John think he's playing at? Last weekend he offered to take you to dinner and now he's seeing her?" raged the sound engineer. She'd always liked Cena and considered him a friend. However, if he was just going to use the woman that was like a sister to Kate, he'd just made himself a dangerous enemy.

"Obviously he's come to his senses," stated the redhead. "Why would he like someone like me when he can have any woman in the world? My father's right, I'm nothing but a tart and men don't want that. Who in their right mind would be interested in a single mother that has a five-year-old child out of wedlock?"

"Marissa, you're being silly. You should take a look around you some time. If anyone's the tart, it's me," Kate reassured but then got back on track. "So, okay, John isn't interested in you, but that's his loss. You deserve someone who knows how great you are and respects you as a person." The redhead collapsed on her bed and dissolved into tears without saying another word.

Kate, knowing it was best to leave her friend for now, returned to the washroom. She needed to see Batista and sort out this mess now. Picking up her cell, the sound engineer sent a text straight to the wrestler.

Dave, it's Kate. Marissa didn't send the message to John. I think Maryse did and now Marissa is convinced he doesn't want her. Can you meet me ASAP? We have to sort this out.

TBC...