A/n: Yay...i admit,i wrote this one a lot faster...it was probably because i was having so much fun with it. Lol. .i hope you enjoy...
Chapter Six: Payback's more like a slap in the face.
The car was silent. Neither of the two spoke to each other. Delilah had her arms crossed and was glaring out the window while John focused his attention on the road before him. He was drumming his fingers on the steering wheel trying to feel less awkward about the position he had put him self in.
They pulled up to the arena and found a parking spot near the back where the superstar's entrance was. He put the car in park and pulled the keys out of the ignition. Delilah was the first out of the car, slamming the door before folding her arms over the purple lace of her black camisole and waiting for John to get out as well. He did and they walked side by side to the doors of the arena.
"It's no use to just be mad the whole night. Why don't we try and at least have some fun." She said, the hint of evilness leaking over every word she said. John didn't notice, he shrugged and opened the door before letting her walk in.
Backstage was busy, newer, less experienced superstars were either running around like chickens with their heads cut of, while the more experienced wrestlers were just hanging around here and there. Delilah was amazed they were organized and at how many crewmen there were back stage. There was a camera man at every corner of the area, in hopes that a fight would wander their way so they could get up close to the action.
Delilah glanced around at the lounging superstars. Some of t hem seemed familiar from when she glanced up at the TV when Lisa was watching, others she hardly recognized. John waved this way and that before the two actually ran into the people John was looking for.
Vince McMahon looked down at Delilah as she continued looking around curiously. He looked to John who only smiled at his boss and patted him on the shoulder.
"That's not subway girl, is it?" Vince asked quietly as Dee, wandered off to some unknown territory. John nodded and shook his head as Delilah walked further away from the both of them. John continued his conversation with his boss, unaware to the fact that Delilah had ran deep into the locker room area of the superstars competing in the evenings festivities.
She stopped and smiled. Before fixing her hair and walking forward towards the group of obese wrestlers. She walked up to the group and smiled her sweetest smile.
"Could one of you guys possibly do me a favor?" She asked, holding up a twenty. The one closest to her raised his hand and she smiled, having found the perfect candidate.
John turned from his conversation with Mr. McMahon and to the person who was standing behind him. He jumped back and held up his hands in defense.
"Don't you even think about it?" He told Big Dick Johnson who immediately smiled. Delilah stood several feet away, trying to make it seem as if she were having a conversation with Viscera.
"Calm down john. I just wanted to ask you a question," Johnson replied hiding the hand that held the baby oil behind his back. John waited for his question and let his guard down; deciding it couldn't possibly be what he thought was going to happen. "Is it hot in here, or is it just me?" Johnson cried, ripping the removable sweats off his lower body and spraying the baby oil every where.
Delilah burst out laughing at John being air humped by some she paid only twenty dollars to. Viscera was laughing too, as were everyone else who happened to be in that general area. Johnson ended up dancing down the hallway leaving John to gag and almost puke in the corner.
Delilah stuffed her hands in her jean pockets and waltzed over to him, smiling evilly. She bent down to where he was crouched in the corner, as if fearing for his life. She giggled and tapped him on the shoulder.
"You alright," she managed through the toughness of trying not to burst out laughing. John looked up from his crouch and glanced around; making sure the attacker was long gone before he stood up. He straightened his shirt and made it look like as if everything was cool. She crossed her arms and looked at him.
"Very…funny." He told her trying not to explode too much. If it was a war she wanted, it was a war she was going to get. John walked off with out saying another word; he had to come up with some way to get her back. He walked around the arena aimlessly, leaving his date behind to laugh about his misfortune with every one he knew.
It was a while before he came across a random bucket of water, used so the athletes could dip their towels in some cold water before or even after a match to cool down. He grinned and picked up the half full bucket. It took a while to get back to where Dee stood, arms crossed and listening to a long story about Vince's grandchildren.
He lifted the bucket over his head and tipped it over, careful not to get the Chairman of the board wet. Delilah shrieked in both shock and the sole reason that it was freezing ice water. John let out a laugh and watched as she turned to face him angrily.
Her hands were clenched at her side and her dark bangs were in her eyes, making her look even creepier when she was angry.
"You…are…so…dead," she shivered, her teeth chattering as she spoke. John smiled a smile of triumph.
"Is that a threat or a challenge?" He asked, fixing the hat on his head before smirking. She smiled evilly, like she had been for a while and continued shivering. She flipped her hair back, wetting who ever it was to the side of her and crossed her arms. She turned around and laughed.
John didn't know if it was a reply or a preparing for her reply. But she walked away instead, leaving John wondering why he had added to the fire.
Delilah walked around; she knew what she wanted to do. With all the wrestlers at her disposal, she could bribe any of them to do anything she willed to the famed WWE champ. She walked up to a pair who stood near the bathrooms.
"Woah, what happened to you?" Batista asked, watching as the girl before him folded her arms.
"John Cena. Actually that's the reason I'm here. I'm Delilah," she told him extending her hand. He took it and nodded his head.
"I'm Dave, that's mark…or Undertaker if you prefer." The tall one nodded his head as she looked up to him with a small grin of fear on her face.
"Uh…is it alright if I call him Undie?" She asked, and the two only laughed before Undertaker agreed to the weird nick name.
"So, you need our help getting back a Cena?" Undie replied, his loud voice echoing through the halls.
"Uh yeah, I'll give you each twenty bucks!" She chirped up, still slightly frozen.
"Not necessary my lady, the first one's free." Batista answered, patting her on the shoulder and walking to where john stood talking with a different set of wrestlers that Delilah recognized from the subway incident. She went to stand some where else and watch what the two would do to him.
Undertaker stood in front while Batista stood next to him. They both grinned before Undertaker took John and threw him over his shoulder. They walked to a near by trash can and dumped him inside. Batista took the lid next to them and set it on her head.
"Thanks… and come again." Undertaker said, leaving John to struggle to get out of the trap by himself.
Delilah glanced over with a sigh; her conscious was getting the better of her. She walked over to the trash can and extended a hand. He took it hesitantly and she pulled him out of the trash can.
"I think it's high time we just left," she announced as he rid his boxers of the banana peel. He nodded and both walked out after saying bye to everyone else.
Once again, the car drive was silent. Delilah was still freezing from the water that had been dumped over her head. She watched the street lights pass by as they rode towards her apartment. She grinned. 'This war is far from over,' she thought, leaning back in the seat.
It was a couple more minuets before they pulled up in front of the small apartment building. Delilah grabbed her purse and opened the door. John got out too and walked behind her to the door. She turned to face him with a smile.
"I'm sorry…about the trash can thing. I didn't know they were going to do that." She admitted, adjusting the purse on her shoulder. He shrugged and waved, turning to leave. She thought fast, grabbing his arm she pulled him back and forced him against the door of the apartment. She leaned up quickly and pressed her lips against his.
John didn't know what to do, but to accept the kiss. He placed his hands on the lower of her back and pulled her in tighter. Her hands rested on his chest, and she slid them up to place them on either side of his face, deepening the kiss with all her might.
It had been a good three or four minutes before Delilah cut off the kiss and waved, unlocking the door. John wasn't going to lose. He grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him.
His kiss was stronger and deeper than hers had been. It was a lot more thought out than Delilah's had been. He even had her at a slight dip. The kiss lasted longer too. John broke it after a good five minutes and walked away.
He got in his car, and drove off with in a matter of seconds, leaving Delilah on the stairs in as much shock as she had been when she found out she had been fired from her job, probably even more.
She walked into the house and closed the door behind her. She leaned up against it and sank to the floor before burying her head in her hands and shaking her head in disappointment of her self.
A/n: Wow...i liked the ending..it was fun to write!...hee hee...ReViEw