Some Things Never Change-

"So how do you feel?" The photographer asks me as I walk on to the large court of the Phillips arena in Atlanta Georgia.

Looking down at my outfit and then at the various people preparing to set up for the house show later on tonight, I give the idiot photographer a mumbled response. "Naked."

I sigh, standing in the middle of the court, basketball in my hand as make-up and hair do a few more touch ups before the shoot begins.

"Nice jersey." I cringe, hearing Cena's voice behind me as he enters the arena. "Representing the Celtics, no surprise there." He finishes, winking at me as I watch his eyes roam up my long slender legs all the way up to the jersey that covered little of my upper half, before settling on my eyes.

"Cut the bullshit Cena. What the fuck are you doing here?" I bluntly reply, adjusting the black boy shorts I was wearing as somebody fixes my top, lowering the jersey further down to expose more of my chest. "Fuck my life."

John lets out a chuckle, causing me to smile but when I realize what was going on I quickly change my expression.

"You didn't answer my question." I say again, beginning to pose as the photographer snaps away.

"I just got back from the gym and when I heard the Diva's had a shoot today, I thought you and I could get in the ring and work on some stuff together since we'll be working together a lot."

I roll my eyes, laying down on the floor on my stomach, legs in the air as the photographer begins to shoot me from down there. " I would rather not."

"Roxy. I mean Roxanne, I'm not doing this to get on your good side, I'm doing this so that we won't look like idiots when we get into that ring together."

"Trust me, I won't be the one looking like an idiot."

"The ring should be set up a little while before the show starts." John says, grabbing his stuff and heading into the back. "I'll see you out there Roxanne."

Rolling my eyes, I stick my middle finger at him as the photographer continues to snap away.

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"You're late." I state stretching, when I see John comes towards the ring. "Groupies kept you busy?"

John doesn't respond, he just drops his bags on the floor and goes underneath the ropes to enter the ring.

"What's going on Cena?" I ask because for a moment I had an ounce of sympathy for my mortal enemy.

Grabbing my outstrecthed arms, John helps me onto my feet. "Family issues." He replies not letting go of my hands, as we stand in the middle of the ring.

"You wanna talk about it?" I ask not even bothering to remove myself from the position I was in.

"Naw, it's cool." He responds, letting go of my hands."Just mom and dad got into it again, you know how things used to be."

"I guess not that much has changed." I add, watching his expression change as he lets out a small laugh.

"Yeah, not much at all." He sarcastically says, grabbing me by the waist and throwing me over his shoulders.

"Is this necessary." I say, trying to hold back my laughter.

Adjusting my position on his shoulders, John says. "Umm. Yeah." He finishes, throwing me over his other shoulder and doing an Attitude Adjustment.

"OW!" I groan as my body his the mat, feeling john instantly hovering over me.

"You okay Rox?"

Smiling, I manage to flip John onto his back. "Now I am Cena." I reply sitting on his lap.

"Really now?" He asks, lifting his eyebrows at me. Moments later lifting himself up completely so that I'm fully straddling his waist and John brings his lips to mine.

Grabbing my waist John rolls me onto my back and pins my hands over my head as our kiss continues to get deeper. Moaning into his mouth, I arch my body against his when I feel his hands beginning to travel up and down my leg.

"MIC CHECK, MIC CHECK!" Fills the arena as the sound people prepare for tonight show, startling me.

"Shit!" I groan, releasing myself from John's grasp and getting up from the ground, leaving John there stunned about what had just occurred.

"I'm so sorr-." John begins but I cut him off.

"No, this is not your fault." I mutter, frantically leaving the ring and walking up the ramp and going backstage.

Touching my lips as I get behind the safety of the curtain, a sudden realization hits me.

I actually enjoyed that kiss.

Holy shit, this cannot be happening.