Author's notes - Thanks for the reviews. I'm posting this chapter a little earlier than usual as I'm going to the TNA house show in Manchester (UK) tonight. And for anyone who's wondering what's going on with Jess and John, things will be revealed in Chapter 9. Please R & R.
Chapter 8
John was sat alone in the locker room. He'd just finished taping a spot for tonight's Raw. He was about to head to the production meeting when the door opened and Randy walked in. He closed the door behind him and headed towards John.
A smirk broke out on his face when he sat down next to the other man, "I gotta hand it to you dude, you really know how to piss Li off. She is steaming. She thinks I'm in here giving you a going over so if she asks, I ripped you a new one, okay?"
"This ain't funny man. Do you think I like treating her like shit? I fucking hate it. This was your idea, remember?"
Randy smirked again, nodding, "But it was your decision to pull it off now. Great timing."
"Shut the fuck up, Orton."
"Okay, simmer down, man."
John stood up, "I'm going to the meeting."
"I'll be there in a minute," Randy replied, watching as John left the room.
In the arena, lots of the wrestlers, creative team and other backstage workers had taken seats ready for the meeting. John walked in and took the nearest available seat. It was only after he'd sat down that he realised that chair was next to Edge's. The WWE champion shooting him daggers. He stood up ready to change seats.
"Sit your ass back down," Edge commanded.
John complied with the request, "Look man …"
"Save it for someone who cares. I just want to tell you I think the way you're treating Amy is wrong and if you don't fix it before she leaves tonight there's gonna be trouble," Edge explained.
"Don't worry man, I got it covered."
"You'd better," Edge replied, getting up from the seat and going to sit by Lita. He took hold of her hand and squeezed it tightly.
"What did you just say to John?"
The blond man shrugged, "Nothing much, we just had a little chat."
"He doesn't look very happy. Not that he deserves to be happy … pig."
Edge grinned at her, "You been practising that long? Because you're starting to sound like you actually think he's a pig."
She smiled back at him, "About two minutes."
Randy walked into the arena and sat down on the other side of Lita. He was about to say something to her when Vince appeared and the meeting started.
The meeting lasted a little longer than usual as it was officially announced that this would be Lita's last Raw. Shane had requested that she and John stayed behind after everyone else was dismissed. So now the two of them were sat in a near empty arena waiting on the return of Shane.
They'd been sat in silence for about two minutes when Lita spoke up, "You still being a Jackass?"
He laughed bitterly, "I guess I deserved that."
"You sure did. Now, are you still being a Jackass?"
He turned to face her, "No, I'm sorry Li. I don't know what came over me. Actually I do but it sounds so fucking unbelievable even in my head. I feel real bad about ruining your last weekend at house shows."
She folded her arms in front of her chest, "Let's hear it then but bear in mind that if it's a really lame excuse I may have to kill you."
He reached out and took hold of her hand, "I thought if you hated me it would be easier to let you go."
"What are you talking about?"
"You leaving. As in, I don't want ya to. I kinda thought that if I made you hate me that it wouldn't be such a big deal when we drifted apart."
She shot him a look of confusion, "When we what?"
"Drifted apart. I mean we won't be working together anymore and then you're doing the surrogacy thing for Orton. You're not going to have time for me," John stated.
"John Felix Anthony Cena, that has got to be the most stupidest, lamest, most idiotic thing I've ever heard come out of your mouth. And believe me that's saying a lot."
"I know." He slipped off the chair and onto his knees, "And now I'm throwing myself at your mercy and begging forgiveness."
She pretended to think about it, "I'll take it under advisement …"
John shot her a puppy dog look, "Purlease."
She smiled at him, "Not the puppy dog look, that's cheating. You know I can't resist that."
He shifted his weight so he was now only on one knee, "Does that me you forgive me?"
"Yes," she yelled.
Randy Orton re-entered the room just in time to see John down on one knee and Lita yelling yes. He marched over to them, a look of thunder on his face, "What the fuck is going on?"
John grinned and winked at Lita, "I've just proposed and Li's has said yes."
"John!" Lita said, sounding outraged, "I thought we weren't going to tell anybody."
"I just couldn't help myself, baby. And look, doesn't Orton look happy for us?"
By this time Randy's face had turned about three different shades of red. He didn't look happy, he looked pissed, "This is not right, do you not remember how miserable you were all weekend because of him?" He pointed to John.
"Relax man, we're just messing with you. Li has agreed to forgive me though."
"So you've forgiven him, just like that?" Randy asked.
Lita smiled, "What can I say, he used his secret weapon."
John finally got up off the floor and released Lita's hand. "What did you want anyway?"
"Shane sent me to get Li. They want to see you in make up for a few minutes," Randy explained.
"Guess I'll be back soon then." She got up and walked off.
Randy wanted until she was out of earshot, "What the fuck are you playing at? We had a deal."
At make up …
"So let me get this straight. John and I are gonna have a title match with the stipulation that if Lita interferes she gets fired?" Edge asked, not sound impressed at all.
"Exactly," Shane stated.
Edge made a face behind Shane's back, "And Lita's gonna interfere to help John? That makes zero sense. They haven't shown any interest in each other at all."
"Quit ya grumbling, I think it's a great idea."
"You would," Lita and Edge said at the same time.
John held his hands up in surrender, "I was just saying."
"Well don't."
"If you'll excuse me, I have some more business to take care of," Shane explained. "I'll catch up with you all later."
Lita forced a smile, "See you later, Shane."
Edge waited until he'd left the room before he stood and started pacing.
"Dude, what are you doing?"
"Shut up, I'm trying to think."
"So that's the ticking noise I can hear? Cause I was starting to wonder …"
Lita laughed and Edge glared, "I thought I told you to shut up?"
"Ya did, but since you ain't the boss of me I don't have to do what you say. Lighten up, man. Sure, I agree it's not the best storyline for Li's departure but it's a lot better than it couldn't have been. I mean look at Jericho's exit. He got fucking carried off and he was begging and all that shit."
"John's got a point, Ads. It could have been a whole lot worse," the redhead admitted.
The Canadian stopped his pacing, "I guess. I just hate the fact the bastards are turning you against me on your last night without any build up … at all."
John smirked, "Admit it, you're just pissed their turning her against ya full stop. You've been a redhead hogger for too long. You're time is up, my time is now."
Edge rolled his eyes, "You suck."
John gave him a one finger solute, "I'm gonna get some coffee. You want anything?"
"No, I'm good." Lita replied.
"Copeland?"
"Nah … thanks." Edge said.
"Okay, I'll be back in a few."
"Take your time."
"Bite me, pretty boy."
John exited the locker room, he looked around hoping to avoid coming face to face with Randy Orton. Their earlier conversation had been cut short when Shane had appeared requesting John's presence. He wasn't quite sure what exactly was wrong with his so called best friend but he intended to find out. He just had some one else to deal with first.
End of Raw ….
Randy Orton was currently sat in the locker room, eyes glued to the screen as he watched his two best friends kissing on live worldwide television. He studied the picture a little harder, was that Cena's tongue in Lita's mouth? He couldn't believe that this was how they were writing out Lita by turning her against Edge and having her interfere in a 'Interfere and you're fired' match. "This is pathetic!" He got up and stomped off unable to watch anymore.
"What's up with him?" Shawn asked.
"It's Orton, who knows and let's face it, who really cares?" Hunter replied with a shrug, "But .." The two DX members shared a look, "he's probably jealous."
Shawn nodded, "Yup, you're probably right."
"I'm always right."
"Not always but … Most of the time," HBK agreed.
John and Lita had just entered the backstage area through the curtain. John was grinning like an idiot and Lita was looking pretty pleased with herself too. She hadn't been expecting the huge crowd response when she and John had just kissed but surprisingly they had loved it. She hadn't been cheered so much in years and it made her happy. She didn't mind playing a heel but she'd always preferred being a face.
She turned her attention to Edge who was waiting for her as he always did. She walked over to him, "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Did you hear all those cheers when you hit me on the head with that chair? It was awesome."
Lita smiled at him, "I know. I couldn't believe it." She gave him a quick hug, "I'm going to miss you so much."
"What are you talking about, I'm going to be around you so much you won't have time to miss me. I have my own house key, remember?"
"How could we forget?" John said as he approached the two. "Great match out there, man."
Edge nodded, "Thanks … Champ."
"I'm going to go get changed and then find Randy so I guess I'll see you two back at the hotel?" Lita said.
"No doubt," John replied as the redhead walked off.
"I can see why you always liked kissing Li so much, she's a hell of a kisser," John admitted.
"She sure is," the blond man agreed as they made their way back to the male locker room. Edge entered first, closely followed by the new WWE champion.
John looked around expecting to find Randy but the legend killer was no way in sight, "Anyone seen Orton?"
"He took off the moment you stuck your tongue down Li's throat," Hunter informed him.
"Oh great," John said sarcastically, "That's all I need."
Randy was standing outside the diva's locker room, waiting for the redhead to exit. As it turned out, he didn't have to wait long as the door opened and Lita stepped out.
"Hey Randy, what's up?"
"Nothing," Randy lied.
"Oh really? Come on Randy, I know you too well. What gives?"
"Okay, maybe there is something. But not here okay? We're riding back to the hotel together, right?"
"Sure, just let me call Adam and tell him I'm leaving now. I already said we'd meet them back at the hotel."
Randy smiled, "I take our bags to the car while you make the call. I'll see you in a few."
Lita nodded, "Okay."
Across the other side of the arena, John Cena pulled out his cell phone and selected a number from his address book.
Three rings and it was answered, "Hello?"
"It's me, just making sure you were back."
"Sorry to disappoint you but I'm here," Jessica Orton replied.
John laughed, "Well damn. Expect me sometime in the morning before your husband gets back. I can't wait …" he said, hanging up.
Jessica smiled as she listened to the dial tone, "Neither can I, John. Neither can I."