Hornswoggle entered the ring and held the box up to her reach. She lifted the belt from the cloth, smirking as the cameras flashed. Cena looked at the belt with curiosity. She chuckled as the flashes faded. "Looks like a pretty badass belt, don't you think? Well, let's just say, it has a few secrets." She pulled at the belt a bit, pulling the strap apart slightly, so what was once one strap of leather with two rings in it became two straps divided by two rings. It was essentially a bondage harness, only without the more taboo fifth strap. A few of the crowd recognized the belt for what it was, whistling. Cena blushed, and backed away.

"Get back here." She said with authority. "This is your coronation, Cena. Don't make me call for help."

Cena stepped back up, and she smirked. "Good boy." She snapped the title into place, and the silver ring in the center of the new belt had an inscription of her pet name for him: Feels. She pulled him closer to her by the ring. "Next time, think before you challenge me, because those jorts are the next thing to go." She strode confidently from the ring, and Cena stood there in confusion. She looked back as she left the arena, framing his face with her fingers and chuckling.

Cena walked backstage quietly, preparing himself for the storm of crap that was about to befall him. Alicia had left early in disgust at his loss, renting a hotel alone for the next show. Cena immediately went to look for Darren. Darren looked over from a conversation with his tag partner Titus, and felt his heart leap into his throat at the sight. He excused himself, heading for his rental car and texting Cena furiously.

Oh My God. What the hell you have never looked hotter! -D

Hush. This is the new European Championship. Embarrassing for a whole nother reason. –J

You better wear that to my room tonight. I don't take no for an answer. –D

Fine. Text me the room number –J

Cena made the humiliating trek to Darren's room, blushing profusely. He got several odd looks as he walked to the elevator, people wondering why the wwe's golden boy was wearing such an obviously sexual object.

Darren answered the door in a hotel robe, and as soon as the door closed he dropped it, revealing he was wearing nothing but a cock ring, and had bought a soft whip for the occasion. He moved the straps of the vest slightly, lapping at Cena's pert nipples. Cena groaned loudly, melting into the bed. He clutched Darren and pulled him onto the bed.

The next morning, Cena awoke painted in a familiar stickiness. He looked over at Darren's sleeping face, nudging him slightly. He never left without kissing Darren goodbye. Darren awoke slowly, touching his jaw gently. "Mm mm. You know we need to discuss this diva's champion. "

"That's what you wake up with?"

"Yeah. I kept looking up at that ring on you all night last night. It gave me something good to grab."

"Oh, yeah? I've got something you can grab."

"Cena."

"What?"

"Does she know about us?"

Cena lay in silence. Not quite ready to tell Darren about the video. "Well?" Darren asked expectantly.

"I didn't tell her, she just kind of found out."

"Hell, man? You could have told me! How long has she known?"

"About a month."

"And didn't tell anyone? Sounds like someone you could trust to bring in."

"I'm with Alicia."

"Dump her."

"Darren."

"Dump. Her. She knows nothing, and swore she would not get involved with you in the first place. Dump her and the fight becomes about the title. Just do it. The two of you were meant for each other. "

"I would think you would be the last person to tell me to go find a good woman."

"Well I'm not. You should do it."

Cena decided to go visit the champion before he broke up with Alicia. He told himself it was to see if they had much in common, and just to see where things went. He knocked on the door, surprised that Punk answered. "Uh, Sorry. I was looking for the Diva's champion's room."

Punk sighed. "This is it. Come on in."

"Feels is here!" he cried. The shield rented their own room that night, so the champion and Brie could have room. The champion walked from the bedroom, an expression of amusement crossing her face as Cena blushed and looked around. She grabbed the ring and pulled at him wordlessly. Pulling him towards the couch. "Sit." He sat. "What is it, feels?" Punk sat on the floor Indian style.