Hey guys! Here's another chapter for ya.

I'm having a damn good time writing this story and I'm really excited for it. I hope you guys check out my other story, Pretty Twisted. It's still about John Cena and an OC but in a helluva different world.

In the meantime, I introduce you all to Liberty Lafayette! Have a blast :)

Love,

Marchesa

"Look at him. God, no wonder he's so damn successful. Pecs like that could get you anywhere. Don't even get me started on that gorgeous smile."

It had only been a week since I first started working in the company had been so open and welcoming from the start, it overwhelmed me, to say the least. I was definitely grateful for Vince. He had taken a chance with me and I wasn't going to disappoint him anytime soon. If it wasn't for him, I would still be back in the bar trying to pry away the hands that were groping around my shirt and shorts as I served them the tequilas they never drank. I was so glad to be free from that hellhole now.

John Cena seemed to be the only exception. Whilst everyone had been friendly, he had been pretty distant and I'd be damned if I didn't notice the dirty looks he kept sending me like I was some demon he wanted out of his sight. Even then, I seemed to have developed some crush on the poster boy.

"Morisson?" came Kelly Kelly's startled cry. "Lib, he hasn't won a championship in two years."

I rolled my eyes at BirdBrain BlondHead. One of these days, I'm going to have to give Vince a serious wake-up call that his Women's Champion was no smarter than LayCool combined. And the fact that she had just measured a man's capability by his championships seemed really shallow.

"Sweetie, the day I'll go after Morisson will be the day you'll learn what cacophony means." I left her to ponder that as I addressed the other Divas. "Anyone else know who I'm talking about?"

"Please. John?" I was surprised to hear that from Melina, who was usually just kissing my ass every five minutes. Thankfully, she knew how to think. "I'm sorry, honey but you're not exactly his type."

I tried my best not to look disappointed as John laughed with his friends Thunder Thighs and Tacky Shades. I could feel my thong soaking. Those dimples will be the end of me. "What makes you say that?" I asked her.

"The only person he's ever dated was his high school sweetheart and apparently, not all women can be as Stepford Wife as she is," Victoria said as the others nodded. "I've seen him hang out with suburb ladies with their color blocking pencil skirts and ruffled blouses. Johnny can't handle a diva, especially one like you."

They all nodded and hollered approvingly at that but maybe that was just because it was Victoria talking.

"I still bet he's a pretty good lay, though." Oh my God, was I actually defending him? Shit, I wanted him bad.

Melina laughed at that. "Honey, you'll probably be the only lay he's ever gonna have. Cena's pretty hot but he's gotten as much action as Santino Marella." She thought about that for a moment and changed her mind. "You know what, Maria actually slept with Santino that one night. Hah. It's official, Cena's at the bottom of the pack."

I smirked at that. He sounded like a challenge. Well, I'll be damned if I don't accept it. She took a swig of the nearest beer. "You know what, I'mma prove all you bitches wrong and then you're all going to regret why you didn't come after him first."

Melina smirked. "How exactly are you going to accomplish that?"

I smirked right back at her. "Bartender, I'll be needing ten mugs of that beer."

Before I knew it, people were crowding around me and cheering me on as I chugged mug after mug. The alcohol barely affected me now. I had grown up with drunks and for a while, I lived on them. After the fifth mug, I saw John eyeing me like I was some possessed woman.

"Liberty! Liberty!"

Oh what the hell. I poured the other half right down to my clothes and then regretted it right after. Shit. This was the Beatles band shirt my sister gave me for Christmas. I looked down to where Paul McCartney had signed. It was nothing more than a big black blotch.

Cena, you better be worth it.

I spotted a pole and began dancing. I ignored the rest of the testosterones and eyed one Superstar. He was still talking with those two idiots. I didn't really want to come so far as this but he gave me no choice.

"Get off your asses bitches! We've got all night!"

Finally, Morisson gets a clue and comes to join the rest of the party. Randy stayed there and kept looking stupid and John...

Fuck me now, did he just leave?

"Hey Lib, get on that pole again!" I didn't even bother to care who the hell just said that but I suddenly found myself walking out of the door to give John Cena a piece of my mind.