A/N: It took me forever to write this chapter. Mainly because i didnt know what to do. But i hope you like it...here ya go

Disclaimer: I dont own Wrestling dudes.

Chapter three:

Delilah glanced across the table and smiled before taking another bite of her cereal and reading her newspaper. Lisa had her arms crossed and was glancing at her friend disappointedly.

"Give up Lisa; I'm not going to give you ANY play by play of the evening last night." She spoke laughing as she red the ads for movies and plays that were coming to their small pathetic town.

"Delilah I'm asking you as a friend; please just tell me what happened last night." Lisa pleaded once more leaning forward on the table in a beg. Delilah didn't get to answer. The girls heard the front doors open and a hair of shoes being taken off.

Delilah glanced over her paper and watched the kitchen archway closely. A tall, dark haired man walked through. He was wearing a pair of sunglasses, a black ECW shirt and a pair of jeans.

"Hi-ya James," Dee smiled finishing her cereal and getting up to put it away. The man known as James waved at both Lisa and Delilah before taking a seat at the table and taking off his sunglasses.

"How's my favorite duo?" He asked accepting the cup of coffee that was offered to him. "Apparently Delilah makes coffee now. I thought you hated coffee." James probably knew Dee better than anybody, including Lisa. This was only possible because he was her older brother. Delilah enjoyed her brothers company, even if he was just as obsessed with wrestling as Lisa was.

"I like to try new things," she said glancing at the brownish liquid with a look of disgust. James took a drink from his mug before spitting it back out. He wiped his mouth calmly and pushed the cup away from him.

"I never said I was any good at making it." Delilah answered with a laugh.

"Oh! James, you're a lawyer, you can get people to tell the truth help me pry something out of Dee!" Lisa perked up with a smiled. She had been silent for the past five minutes trying to figure out a way to get her friend to spill the details of the evening before.

James smiled and shrugged smugly, looking to his sister for an explanation. She held up her hands in her defense and sent Lisa a death glare if she answered him.

"Dee had a date last night," Lisa chirped. James began to laugh.

"That's really funny guys. Dee hasn't had a date since college. Remember, she's given up on dating."

"Lisa, it wasn't a date. It could hardly be defined as a date." Delilah snapped, washing the dish in her hand furiously. James' laughter died and he looked at his sister.

"She had a date with john Cena." Lisa explained as James began to laugh again.

"Man you guys are funny. I don't even think Delilah would run into Cena, let alone agree to go out on a date with him."

"Stop calling it a date, it wasn't a date!" Delilah snapped once again crossing her arms and sitting down at the table in a huff.

"You mean a true then." He asked with a slight grin. The girls glanced at him then at each other. "Then I guess you won't be coming along with us then?" He whispered pulling out three small tickets from his back pocket.

"Are those for Summer Slam?" Lisa squealed snatching the tickets out of his hand and glancing at them longingly

"I'm not going," Delilah decided, only to be ignored.

"When did you get these?" Lisa asked still entranced by the slips of paper.

"When they went on sale." James smiled evilly up at his sister.

"I'm NOT going."

John Cena made his way through the halls of the arena whistling quietly to himself as he made his way to the ring for his match against Edge. His music started to play and he started his entrance. He made his way down to the ring.

He did a double take as he walked past the first row of chairs in the arena. He laughed and took off his had. He placed it on a drunken Delilah's head as she sat lazily in her chair with a 32 oz. cup of beer in her right hand and a crumpled up piece of paper in her left.

As john placed the hat on her head, Delilah lifted her beer drunkenly and cheered. Her friends next to her shrugged as they laughed at her drunkenness. She lifted her head to watch the match, as best she could. She tried to make it seem as though she was having an extremely good time, and with her being drunk and all, it wasn't too big of a problem.

John's match ended in a mater of ten minutes, giving Delilah enough time to finish her beer and start another one.

"I have to pee!" Dee decided, yelling it to her brother before pushing her way out of the crowd and to the back halls of the arena. She wandered around for awhile trying to find the bath room.

"Just look for the stick figure with the dress." She told her self as she past several doors, two of which were bathrooms that she passed as locker rooms. She came to a door with a taped on sign. She squinted with her impaired vision and examined it closely before reaching for the door handle.

She pushed the door open and walked into the room. She stopped dead in her tracks and a large powder of red formed over her cheeks.

John snatched up the towel from behind him in his bag and wrapped it around his waist. Delilah began to laugh and she giggled into her hand drunkenly. She turned her head to glance at the door and giggled some more.

"Well, that certainly is not a stick figure with a dress on it." She told a very confused as she placed the backwards on her head. "I found another stick figure though, and it's wearing some form of dress." John raised his eyebrows as she continued to laugh and shifted uncomfortably underneath his towel.

"Hey I almost forgot! I wanted to tell you I had a very good time last night. It was a blast." She said slightly slurring her words.

"Can I change now?" He asked expecting her to realize she was still in the room and he was still in a towel.

"Uh, Yeah! Hey! We should go out again sometime! Here call me and let me know!" She rushed handing him a slip of paper and taking one last glance at his "Garments" before booking it out of the room.

John looked at the number and shook his head.

"She is wasted." He laughed and tucked the number in his wallet before continuing to get dressed.

A.n: Yay...review por favor...

Ayla Raspus