Disclaimer: All characters (besides the ones that I make up) belong to World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE) and the universe that comes along with it. Oh, by the way, this will probably be only between 10 and 15 chapters. Like I said, it's to be much shorter than The Way Back was. I just don't have the time to make it long. I have to turn in my laptop next month. Anyway, enjoy!

John sat in his locker room thinking. Tonight he had a tag match with Torrie. It was him and her versus Alberto Del Rio and Beth Phoenix. Stacy and Randy also had a match against Brock Lesnar and Eve.

But above all that, he was contemplating his feelings. Ever since his arrival in 2002, he'd had a bit of a crush on Torrie, or that's what he thought that it was. Since she'd came back, he'd been happier and he was almost positive that it wasn't just a crush anymore. Maybe it was love.

It wasn't like he was seeing anyone. He'd had a failed engagement a year ago, but that was it. Ever since then, he'd remained single, completely focused on his WWE career. But now that Torrie had returned, maybe he could start over.

Before he could do anything else, though, he had to take down Lesnar and Eve. It was bad enough that Lesnar was going after him and that Eve was going after Torrie. But once Lesnar went after Torrie, well, it changed the whole damn situation. Lesnar was getting his ass beat come Extreme Rules, if not sooner. That contract signing was coming up and who the hell knew what would happen then.

A knock on the door of John's locker room woke him from his thoughts. "It open! Come on in!" he called.

His heart began to somersaults in my chest at the sudden appearance of Torrie. She had a perturbed look on her face and she was biting her lip.

"Hey, Tor," John said, worry crossing his face, "what's the matter?"

She began to bite the nail on her index finger and she sat down beside him. "I don't know how much longer I can do this."

John frowned. "Do what?"

"This," Torrie replied, "Eve and Brock, the feuding, the WWE. I hate that Stacy and Randy are in this, too."

John grabbed her hand and squeezed it. "Tor, Stacy and Randy really don't mind. They wanted to help, even the odds."

Torrie shrugged. "Maybe, but John, people are talking. Like, they're saying mean things about my parents, my brothers, hell, even my little nephew."

John furrowed his brow. "Torrie, they talk about everyone. Aren't you used to that?"

Torrie shrugged again. "I guess. They're talking about me, too. They're calling me a worthless playboy cover girl, a diva jabroni, a washed up, has been, and worst of all, they're calling me your hoeski."

John's blood began to boil. "We both know that none of that's true, Tor. You're not worthless, you're not a jabroni, you're not a has been, and most of all, you're not a hoeski. Want to see a hoeski? Look at Eve, look at Lita."

Torrie grinned in the teeniest bit and slapped John's arm. "Hey, Amy's my friend."

John laughed. "I'm just kidding. I'm talking about her character, you know."

Torrie nodded. "Yeah, I remember all of your ho jokes. 'He traces her heritage all the way back to Navajo,'" Torrie quoted one of his cracks on Lita.

"Yeah, I loved that," John laughed, "of course, I apologized to her after the show. She actually thought that it was funny, too."

Torrie smiled for a moment, but her frown soon returned. "We've also got that match tonight, John. What if I make us lose?"

"Tor, you're not gonna make us lose. You're an excellent athlete and you know it," John hugged her to him.

John's touch eased Torrie's worry, but she wasn't done talking. "Beth's the Diva's Champ, though," she murmured into John's shoulder.

"So?" John asked, grasping Torrie gently, "You can be, too. You're twice the diva that she'll ever be."

Torrie looked up at John and felt an emotion that she hadn't felt in a long time: attraction. But it wasn't just that, she also felt admired and safe. She always had when it came to John Cena. Yet, it felt slightly different now. She was very grateful for him and his compliment. It felt great to know that someone believed in her wrestling ability. "You really think so?" she asked him.

"I know so," he replied, gazing down at her.

Torrie smiled at John softly before reaching out to brush her fingers down his cheek. This one gesture had changed Torrie and John's relationship forever. John could not stop himself from closing his eyes, gripping Torrie's hand in his own and bringing it to his lips. Torrie grinned softly and tilted her head up as John tilted his head down so that their lips could graze each other. A small caress, however, was not enough for them. Within seconds, the kiss had deepened and they'd drawn one another closer. His hands were on the small of her back and her arms were wrapped around his neck, her hands stroking the back of his head and nape.

It was unlike anything they had ever experienced. Indescribable, it was. It should have been wrong, seeing as though they were best friends, but it was also right on many levels. It was as if they could read each other's thoughts and feelings, though all they were really doing was kissing. John had taken a chance with the girl he'd had feelings for, for a long time, and somehow it was working. What he didn't know, however, was that Torrie had waited for this a long time, too.

John moved down from Torrie's lips to her cheek, chin, and then began to nibble butterfly kisses down her neck, collarbone, and shoulder. Torrie did nothing to stop him because she was enjoying it as much as he was. So, it didn't matter that their match was in about an hour, or that Stacy and Randy's was coming up soon and they were to accompany them to the ring. No, everything about Brock and Eve were briefly forgotten. The only thing that mattered right now was John Cena, Torrie Wilson, and this small, but ideal moment.

Until there was a knock on the door. Not that they heard it, of course. They were still wrapped up in fooling around.

Randy and Stacy Orton stood outside the door. Randy knocked and yelled, "John?" He shared a confused look with Stacy before knocking again. "John!"

Stacy chuckled. "Maybe he's sleeping."

Randy frowned. "Right before our match? His match? Come to think of it, have you seen Torrie tonight?"

Stacy shook her head. "Not since we got here."

They exchanged a shock glance. "You don't think...," Randy trailed off.

Stacy shrugged.

"Nah," they said in unison.

"Is the door even locked?" Stacy asked.

"I don't know," Randy said, turning the doorknob. Surprisingly, it opened.

"Oh my God!" Stacy clapped her hand over her mouth.

Randy's eyes widened at what he saw. On the couch, Torrie was in John's lap, and they were kissing. But they weren't just kissing. Oh no, it was more like...

Making out.

Randy should have apologized and left them alone, but he was Randy Orton. He grinned widely as John and Torrie pulled apart from each other, both of them blushing furiously. "My God, John Cena," Randy said, smirking, "what have you done now?" John wiped his mouth off, trying to get Torrie's pink lip gloss off of him. "Go away, Randy."

Torrie was smiling, looking down at the floor. Then, she realized that she was still sitting in John's lap. Blushing, she scooted over and exchanged an awkward glance with Stacy.

"What were you doing?" Randy asked, coyly.

"Nothing," John replied, "we weren't doing anything."

"Really?" Randy asked, "Because it looks as though you were fooling around with Torrie. Who knows what would have happened if Stace and I hadn't have busted in."

Torrie blushed and John glared at Randy. "Right, you busted in. It's my locker room, Rando. You should knock, dude. I could have been naked."

Instantly, John regretted saying that.

Randy and Stacy exchanged a knowing glance. "So, you're saying that something would have happened had Stacy and I not have busted in. You guys could have been naked-"

"And naughty," Stacy added, giggling.

Randy and Stacy were a perfect match, each one as perverted and insane as the other.

Torrie rolled her eyes. "Isn't you guys's match next up"?"

Stacy nodded. "Yeah, but we were looking for you two. You said that you wanted to tag along."

"Right," John replied, "I know that Del Rio and Beth will try some sort of crazy shit and we want to even the odds."

"Let's go then," Randy said, standing John up. Then he said, "and please, try to keep it in your pants."

John rolled his eyes, Stacy laughed, and Torrie turned beet red.

"The following mixed tag team match has been scheduled for one fall, being accompanied by John Cena and Torrie Wilson, introducing first from St. Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 235 pounds, Randy Orton! And his tag team partner, from Baltimore, Maryland, Stacy Keibler-Orton!"

The crowd cheered as Randy, Stacy, John, and Torrie walked down the stage to the ring. Randy and Stacy climbed in, and John and Torrie stood outside them, giving them approving looks, but never glancing at one another.

"And introducing their opponents. First, being accompanied by Alberto Del Rio, from Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing in at 235 pounds, Brock Lesnar!"

The crowd booed as Lesnar and Del Rio made their way to the ring and Lesnar jumped in. What they didn't notice however, was that Torrie was whispering something to one of the audio men. She smiled to herself.

Eve's music hit and she walked down the stage. "Introducing his tag team partner, being accompanied by Beth Phoenix, from Denver, Colorado, Eve!" Eve smiled and waved to the people cattily, before sneering at Torrie. Torrie smirked back. You a stupid ho, you a, you a, stupid hoe! You a stupid ho, you a, you a, stupid hoe! You a stupid ho, you a, you a, stupid hoe!

Nicki Minaj's "Stupid Hoe" blared throughout the arena. John, Stacy, and Randy all burst out laughing, but none more than Torrie, as this had been her little ploy to begin with.

Eve glared at everyone, as did Brock. Someone handed her a mic and she began to speak. "This is stupid, Torrie. I don't know anyone in this arena who finds this funny, but-"

She was interrupted by a "it's funny, it's funny" chant.

She rolled her eyes and said, "To these idiots, perhaps it's funny. I am not a hoe, nor am I promiscuous. That is just a nickname that John Cena came up with so that he'd trend on Twitter, but it's obviously-"

"Would you shut your trap and start the match?" Torrie asked. Someone had handed her a microphone, too, "You talk so much crap and don't do anything to back it up."

"Fine," Eve said, jumping into the ring.

But right before the bell could ring, she rolled out and jumped on Torrie.

To say the least, Torrie was pissed. She flipped Eve over and began to throw punches left and right into Eve's face.

"Get off me you stupid bitch!" Eve cried.

Torrie yelled in anger and threw her against the barrier. What she couldn't see was that three more fights had broken out, too. Randy and Del Rio, Stacy and Beth, and John and Lesnar.

Beth had Stacy in a headlock and Stacy was screaming to get out of it. "Barbie!" Beth was screaming over and over, almost psychotically.

"My God, King! Do you see what's just happened?" Cole exclaimed.

"I sure did!" King agreed, "Torrie's totally mauling Eve, Orton and Del Rio are clobbering the life out of each other, Beth's got Stacy in what looks to be an awfully painful headlock, and Cena and Lesnar are trading punches as we speak."

It was almost like a repeat of the brawl a couple weeks earlier. Each time one of them would ahead, the other would knock the living daylights out of the other. This time, however, Brock's lip was the one that was busted. John was bleeding on his forehead, from a hard right hand thanks to Lesnar.

"Stop!" Laurenitis walked out to the stage, "Stop this now!"

All eight of the WWE Superstars ignored their boss.

"I said to stop!"

Again, he was ignored.

Laurenitis sighed as referees and the WWE locker room emptied out. Trainers, superstars, divas, and officials ran over to stop the octet of brawling wrestlers.

It looked as if RAW was ending early tonight.

I loved this chapter! Not only did Torrie and John kiss, but I got to put in some Randy/Stacy humor and a brawl! LOL, loved the "Stupid Hoe" part. RAW really confused me. I mean, was Cena angry, mad? For 10 years, I've been able to read my guy, but tonight, I just...couldn't. I'm pretty positive that he was angry, but I don't know. God, I hate Lesnar. He's the biggest douche on the planet! Man, I can't wait until Extreme Rules! Just so you guys know, based upon my research, Lesnar and Orton weight the exact same. That's really weird. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed! :