A/N: Sooooooooooooooooooooooooo...this chapter is definatly interesting...I'm pretty sure from the last time i wrote an on screen thingy, that italics are...on screen..lol. anyway. I hope you enjoy this chapter...it's weird...I'm also posting chapter 13 on friday the 13th..thats weird...

Ayla Raspus

Chapter 13: Sex Defiantly Does Not Equal Love….it just means you're a little horny.

The energy in the arena was out of the roof. Delilah had never seen or heard it like this before. As she made her way to the ring, alone, the fans cheered her on. She was ready for her match with the Women's Champion Melina for the women's championship. It was her third week on the show, and she had been pushed into doing this match.

Melina was waiting for her in the ring, looking at her like she had said she would, with disgust. Delilah waited out side the ring, looking back at her with a glare. She walked up the steps and climbed inside the ring, waiting for the referee to ring the bell.

Melina was an excellent fighter, way better than Delilah was, but the crowd and their dislike for the former was cheering her on. Delilah couldn't fight well enough to become the Woman's Champion, even if she won she wouldn't be able to hold it for even a day.

Melina came at her ready to knock her out of the ring before Delilah ducked and pulled the rope down, sending her opponent to the floor. Delilah gripped the top rope tightly before leaning back and jumping over, landing on the torso of Melina.

She then resumed her assault on Melina to the announcement table she grabbed her arm threw it over her shoulder to suplex her on to the table. As she was in the air, Melina reversed it into DDT. Delilah didn't know were she was at. She felt her forehead. She had to fight back the urge to throw up; she wasn't exactly used to the sight of her own blood.

Delilah was still trying to recover from getting the wind knocked out of her but the harder she tried she couldn't. That's when she realized Melina had a cable from the announcement table and was choking the life out of her.

Delilah didn't realize Melina could be this protective of her championship belt. She struggled to free her self from her grasp. Melina, before her ten count was up, threw Delilah back into the middle of the ring, where she began to cough, holding her throat where a red mark was forming.

Delilah struggled to get up on her feet. With a little help from Melina, she held on to the top rope. Melina was pulling her by the hair to the center of the ring, putting her head under her arm so she could do DDT.

Finally regaining her strength, Delilah pushed Melina off of her and spiral kicked her to the ground. She climbed the ropes, making Melina's throat come in contact with her elbow. Delilah went down for the three count. Melina was out, giving Delilah the win.

The bell rang, setting her win in stone. Delilah sat up, wiping the blood from her forehead and looking at the crowd with disbelief. The ref handed her her belt and lifted her arm above her head, letting her know she had actually won. She held the belt to her chest, and tried to catch her breath before sliding out of the ring and walking back up the ramp, holding her new belt high above her head.

She walked back stage, clutching the belt with dear life. Mick Foley, her newly acquired friend and idol, ran up to her. He hugged her tightly, congratulating her over and over again.

"Didn't actually think I'd win…." Delilah admitted, in awe as she looked at her belt. She turned to look at Mick with a smile and jumped around happily.

It wasn't enough that that very night she had won a belt, but that night was also the tri brand draft, another possible good thing for Delilah. Torrie had already been drafted to SmackDown!... which was a very good thing for Delilah. She was hoping John would get drafted to another brand too. If he didn't, she hoped she would.

She sat back stage, happily looking at her belt, swing her feet back and forth like a little kid on the playground. They traded her belts five minutes before; the one she was staring at now had her name on it. She traced the name with her fingers before smiling again.

John walked down the halls of the arena. He was looking for someone else but ended up walking by Delilah. Who he found to be extremely obsessed with her belt. He scoffed as he passed her, and she looked up.

"Did you get drafted?" She called after him and he shook his head. "Damn it…." She cursed getting up and running down the hall to Vince's office.

"Delilah, for the last time, I can't draft you any where. It's random. Even if I could draft you to a different brand, you'd lose your women's championship. It's not fair to me or you…"

Delilah huffed and sat down in one of the chairs in Vince's office, pushing her hair back and out of her face. Vince smile at her and cleared his throat.

"Tell you what. You're the new woman's champion, you need a good storyline, and we need to get your name up there. No one knows the new champ. I mean, you've only been here three weeks; they've been good weeks for you. So…let's see…any ideas?"

Delilah shrugged her shoulders and looked around the room. It remained silent; she could faintly hear Vince scribbling away ideas.

"I got it! Okay, our fans get to know the real Women's Champion. How she fights, what she likes to do. And what better way to do that then to pair her up with someone at the top of their game too. One of our top superstars….okay! Come to my office next week in Denver!"

The next week on Raw, Delilah did as she was told and walked herself down to Mr. McMahon's office as soon as she arrived at the arena. When she walked into the office, she almost fainted.

"Now I know you two absolutely hate each other," Mr. McMahon started, looking at both of them as he talked.

"Who said that?' John defended, not hating Delilah entirely, only a little.

"But, this story line is perfect. I've thought it through all night." He smiled, ignoring John's comment. Delilah, who was standing by the door with her arms crossed, looked up from the floor and at her boss.

"Well, what is it?" She asked, glancing slightly at john.

"Okay, thanks to some motivation from a few of the DIVAS. We are starting a new tag team division, with a belt and such. Mainly it's a mixed tag team championship, and you two, will be dominating the division. You're both the champions, the fans absolutely love you…"

"You know what, I'm not even mad any more. I think that's a brilliant idea," Delilah admitted, sitting down on the couch next to John.

After their quick meeting, John and Delilah walked down the halls of the arena silently. When they reached Delilah's locker room, she waved goodbye. But before she even got through her door, John had pushed her inside, closing the door behind him by pushing her up against it.

He kissed her and she kissed back, not knowing if she was doing something right or wrong. She didn't even know what her status with Adam was anymore, he wasn't even talking to her.

But she thought too soon. As John began to unbutton her blouse, there was a sharp knock on the door. She didn't answer.

"Delilah, are you in there? We really need to talk." It was Adam's voice. She reached a hand behind her and locked the door, ignoring him completely. She could hear his footsteps wandering off.

She opened her eyes to look at the clock…it was almost seven. She felt her eyes widen, and she pushed John off of her. Which she didn't even know why he was there in the first place.

"Shit, I'm gonna be late…" She stammered, beginning to get in her wrestling gear, not caring if John was watching.

John sat down in the chair next to the door and ran his hands through his hair.

"What are we doing here?" He asked her as she pulled her shirt over her head. She sighed before she grabbed her belt and threw it over her shoulder.

"Keeping it strictly professional, no more of this random….sex cravings. That you start…I'm going to go, before I miss my cue to go out."

A/N: Well, again this chapter was interesting...lol very interesting...lol Oh welll...

Delilah and John need to work things out...instead of having sex all the time...

lol

Ayla Raspus...

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