Yep, this is very unlike me. Nothing for like, three months and now two updates within a couple of hours.
I'm impressed.

Day one.

"That was a great match last night."

"Thanks." Missy smiled at the Englishwoman. "I love slapping that plastic blonde around."

Katie Lea laughed. "Doesn't everybody?"

"Pretty much."

"So what're your plans for tonight?"

"Not much." Missy shrugged, shoving her hairbrush into her bag. "Back to my room to dump this and change. I'll probably head over to Paul's room after that."

"What's going on with you and Paul?"

"What do you mean?" Missy lifted her bag and rested it on her shoulder. "There's nothing going on between us."

"You are probably the best heel in the business, love, and you are definitely champion material. London is one of Raw's biggest faces. He is really the only male you get around with that is not a big-name heel. Something is going on there."

"Nothing is going on there." Missy laughed, attempting to imitate Katie Lea's accent. "We're just friends, Katie. Nothing more, I swear."

"Whatever you say." The darker-haired woman shoved her friend. "I still don't believe you."

--

"Does she know?"

"Of course not!"

"So how're you gonna do this?"

John shrugged. "No clue. But there's no way I'm losing a two hundred dollar bet."

Dave Bautista laughed, shaking his head. "There's no way you'd live it down. Missy would probably adjust your anatomy, if I know her well enough."

John bit his lip, a pained expression crossing his face. Dave chuckled at his friend's reaction. Missy was known for her very painful threats and nobody dared press the matter.

"So what's your first idea?" Dave broke the silence. "You've got two weeks and Missy Leigh is far from a pushover. You've got a reputation to uphold and Missy Leigh is the one who's gonna make or break it."

"Pick-up line, dinner and we'll be in bed before the night ends." Cena stopped when he realised his friend was laughing hysterically. "What?"

"You forgot the part where she slaps you for the pick-up line and tips the dinner over your head. That is if she's stupid enough to consider going in a date with you- which we both know she isn't. Even so, you'd end up looking like you dived into a pool of spaghetti."

"She wouldn't."

"Man, she hates your guts. And it's Missy Leigh, Cena. Not some skanky playboy model wannabe. It's the one who's next in line for the title. She has more skill in her little finger than you do in your whole body."

"That hurts." John feigned shock. "How could you say something like that?"

"Easily. Now come on, we have work to do."

"We?"

"You're up for two hundred dollars, man. I'm not gonna let you screw this up."

John smiled. "Thanks."

"Don't thank me yet. Now, let's go."

--

"Hey Missy. Come on in." Paul greeted his friend at the door of the hotel room with a smile on his face. "I was planning on heading out for a swim. Join me?"

"Sounds great." Missy grinned. "I'm ready to kick back and relax for a while. That blonde little thing sure put up a fight last night."

"But you didn't lose."

"I rarely do." Missy winked.

Paul chuckled and stepped outside the room, closing the door and locking it behind him. The duo started towards the stairs.

"So how're things going for you?"

Missy shrugged nonchalantly. "Fine, I guess. I'm up for a title shot next week."

"You don't seem too worried about that."

"Should I be?"

"You tell me."

"You're the one who thinks I should be worrying."

Paul sighed. "You're impossible, you know that?"

"All part of my charming personality, 'eh?" Missy laughed.

"Totally." Paul pushed open the door to the outdoor area where a large pool complete with several deckchairs and plastic tables with umbrellas was located. Both of them dropped their bags on chairs, Paul pulling off his shirt and kicking off his flip-flops before diving onto the cold water. Missy smiled as she watched him swim his first lap before turning around and pulling off her own shirt and shorts and sitting on the edge of the pool.

--

John and Dave stood on the balcony outside Dave's room. John was pacing, shaking his head, while Dave watched.

"Look down there, man. I've got a damn challenge ahead of me."

"You think?" Dave rolled his eyes. "You're the one who can't keep your mouth shut."

"I've been over this with Randy. I need my mouth open when I-."

"No."

John frowned. "Huh?"

"I don't need to hear it. We're meant to be concentrating on Missy."

"Sorry."

"I want you to talk to her."

"Well duh." John laughed. "I was going to win the bet without saying a word to the girl. Though, I'm good with women. I could probably pull it off."

Dave rolled his eyes. "I mean I want you to talk to her now."

"Now?"

"That's what I said."

"But she's down there with London."

"I realise that. In case you haven't noticed, we've been watching them for a while."

John shook his head. "I can't talk to her while she's with him. If he doesn't hit me, she will."

"You're scared of the woman you say you're able to get into bed without speaking to her?" Dave laughed. "You make no sense at all."

"I'm not scared of her I- I just- don't want to talk to her while she's with him."

"She's always with him. Go on, talk to her. It's a start."

With a sigh, John disappeared from the balcony.

--

Giggling, Missy pulled herself up onto the edge of the pool, squeezing the water from her hair. "I told you I could beat you."

"You cheated. Pulling me back so you can get ahead does not count as beating me."

"I never said how I'd beat you," Missy pointed out, "just that I'd beat you."

"Cheat." Paul rolled his eyes, diving back underneath the surface of the water. Missy smiled, tilting her head back into the sun and closing her eyes. With a soft sigh, she leaned back further, resting her head against the cool tiles around the pool and listened to the birds chirping and the water splashing as Paul continued to swim laps.

Several minutes later a shadow blocked the sun and Missy opened her eyes, groaning when she saw what- or, rather, who- it was.

"Not you."

"Hello to you too." John Cena chuckled nervously, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

"Why don't you run along and try to get a willing skank into bed instead of annoying me?"

"Can't I just say a friendly hello without you snapping at me?"

"You're never friendly without wanting something in return." Missy sat up, turning to face John. "Now why don't you go and get lost?"

Sighing, John sat on the edge of the pool, letting his bare feet dangle in the water. Missy turned again, doing the same.

"Am I not good enough to be your friend?" John inquired, looking at the blonde.

"I never said that."

"Then why do you not talk to me? Why do you brush me off all the time?"

"I prefer not to associate myself with sleazy men." Missy leaned forward; drawing circles on top of the water and watching them ripple outwards. "I do have standards, you know."

"And I don't meet them?"

Missy laughed. "Far from it, Cena. You honestly think I'd be caught dead with a guy who has a different woman every night?"

"That doesn't make me sleazy."

"Then what does it make you?"

John thought for a moment. "Irresistible?"

Missy bit her bottom lip, attempting uselessly to contain her laughter. She chuckled, shaking her head. "You're unbelievable."

"That's a good thing, right?" John asked hopefully. He was, for once, nervous around a woman.

"As if." Missy slid herself into the water. "Now run along."

John shook his head, watching as she swam to Paul, who was looking curiously at the pair from the other side of the pool.

There we have chapter two of DLS.
I have a lot of plans for this one.
Hopefully writer's block won't eat me alive again.
Review.
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