Chapter Three

I smiled as I waited for my music to play.

Sister, I'm not much… a poet but a criminal and you never had a chance!

My music, Thank You for the Venom by My Chemical Romance, blared through the whole arena. I slowly walked out onto the ramp. Nobody could see my face, but my eyes still shone a bright red, then I lifted my head up. I lifted my head up in the air and growled, showing my bright, white fangs. I lowered my head again, and smirked. I slipped into the ring. I waited patiently for music to come on.

I heard something that made my ears perk up.

John Cena's music played and he smiled as he walked down the ring. I smiled warmly to see him up and walking well. I wondered worryingly, how was Dave? Honestly, the thing in the magazine was only a rumor. The crowd didn't know we were actually together yet.

He walked up to me.

"Well, well, well. What have we here?" laughed John.

"Okay…? Anyways, what did you want to say? You were going to tell me something in the hallway." I said, playing along with the script.

"Look, Dameon… you know I've sorta had a thing for you for a while, right?" John smiled.

"Yeah. Since, like, kindergarten."

"All those years, I thought I was in love. But now, I'm positive. I am in love."

I blushed. I couldn't help it. Just hearing this was making me hot.

"You… l-love… m-me?" I asked shakily.

"And always have. I just… I wasn't sure if I did love you." John's eyes glistened as he made a confession.

We drew close for a kiss. Our lips were inches away. Close… closer… Nothing could happen now. Or, so I thought.

Only centimeters away, I heard music come on. We drew away from each other. It was Dave!

"HOLD ON A GOD DAMN SECOND!" Dave yelled.

"Ugh, what now?" asked John as he leaned against the ropes.

"What the hell is going on?" asked Dave to me.

"I don't understand- -"

"Oh, come on."

"Dave! We broke up! Alright? You and I broke up, and I—I just need change!"

"Dameon… I love you. There is now doubt about it. You are the only woman for me. You always will be. I don't want you kissing this… this… so called 'Champion'."

"Woah, hold on there for a minute. I am a Champion. And Dameon, deserves a champion boyfriend. Don't you think?" asked John as he held me close to him.

"Man, do you know what it's like?! You have it made! I am trying to get a title back from Khali. Do you know how hard that is when the guy can knock you out in a punch?"

"He can't knock me out with a punch. It only happened to you because you're a weakling." John laughed.

"Boys! Knock it of—"

"I want to kill you so bad right now…" Dave murmured.

"Then why don't you?" asked John, arms open for a hit.

"I'm not bringing myself to a cheap shot." Dave turned his head towards me.

"Okay, so… according to you… I stole your fame, I stole your girlfriend—"

"You forgot about the part where I tripped you." Dave smirked.

"I don't recall—" John was cut short by a sweep at the feet, tripping him.

"Okay… I walked right into that one." John rubbed his head.

I heard more music. Oh… don't tell me… I shoulda read more of the script.

"Knock it off, you nitwits! Listen, Batista… I am sorry about you losing Dameon…so I propose a match... Batista vs. John Cena for the lovely Dameon Guerrero!" William Regal announced.

"Oh… with pleasure…" Dave cracked his knuckles.

"This… will be fun…" John stretched.

"When's the match?" I asked.

"Well, Little Miss Lovely, in about… an hour." William Regal left the ring, and so did we.

I could tell, now… this wasn't entertainment… this was real…

xXx

WARNING: ADULT CONTENT

I lay down on my bed in my locker room. I was so stressed. I got up, and opened my fridge. I pulled out some strawberries and whipped cream. I sat back down on my bed and plopped a strawberry in my mouth. I heard knocking at my door.

"Ugh." I moaned as I got up again.

I opened the door, to see John.

"Oh, hi." I grinned.

"Hey, lovely." John said.

I invited him in.

"Want a strawberry?" I asked him.

"Alright." I threw it to him and he caught it.

I sprayed some whipped cream onto my finger from the can. A bunch of it landed on my chest. John's eyes widened and he blushed furiously.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"N-nothing…" John still blushed.

"Are you sure?" I asked as I took my finger and got some of the whipped cream of my chest.

"Yeah…" John lay down next to me on the bed.

I got all the whipped cream off of my chest.

"Hey John…" I began.

"Yeah, Dameon?"

I lay on top of John and kissed him passionately. John placed his hand over my ass. He had a worried kind of look, then relaxed as he didn't get slapped. Normally he did…

"Wait… Dameon…" John stopped.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"We're not getting ready to have sex… a-are we?" asked John.

"Why? Did you not want to?" I asked worriedly.

"No! No, I do! But… you never… are you… are you ready?" John wrapped his arms around me.

"I'm ready…" I said hotly.

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John swiftly kissed Dameon passionately again. Putting his hands up her shirt, he slowly undid the hooks on her bra. Dameon giggled slightly. John still kissed Dameon lovingly, as he pulled off her shirt. Her bra lay on the floor, and her shirt was thrown on the floor as well. Dameon unbuttoned her pants, leaving her only in her black, gothic underwear. John's shirt was already off, and it was on the floor next to Dameon's shirt. Dameon unbuttoned his pants, and he was in his Word Life boxers.

John tore the skinny strap of the gothic underwear and threw the underwear on the floor. Dameon got off of John and lay down next to him.

"What's wrong?" asked John worriedly.

"1: Your boxers aren't off yet… and 2: Man on top." Dameon smirked.

John removed his boxers and rid up on Dameon.

John begged for entrance, and she allowed. Dameon moaned with pleasure as John paced himself. Trusting his hips, John went faster. Dameon moaned louder.

xXxXxXx

Outside the hall, Dave heard moaning coming from my room.

"Dameon!" Dave called out as he opened the door.

I was still being pressured on top of John. I blushed furiously. So did Dave as he stared at my chest. I got off of John and sat next to him. John covered us up with covers.

"Dude! Ever hear of 'knocking'?!" asked John furiously.

"D-Dameon…" Dave still had a shocked look on his face.

I waved at him with shame.

"You probably don't even have a condom on!" Dave practically screamed.

"If I say no…?" asked John.

I saw another person run in.

"Dave! What's wrong—" my brother GENT ran in the room.

"Holy crap."

I waved at GENT. GENT ran out of the room. Great, knowing him, he'll tell Kevin, and Kevin'll pissed…

Well hey… I think it may be worth it.