A/N: I don't own anyone!
Triple H walked through the backstage area of Raw as if he owned it. That was almost true. He had really married the boss's daughter. Stephanie was his and a part of the company came along with her. Smiling, he decided to go and get some coffee.
When he arrived in the area backstage where all the food was set up, he saw a cute little blonde chick getting some coffee as well. It was that chick who won the 2005 WWE Diva Search contest. What's her name, what's her name...Ashley! he remembered. Putting on his sexiest smile, he walked over to her and leaned against the wall.
"What's up, sexy?" he asked. He gazed at her with a look full of longing in his eyes.
She glanced up at him, her hat tilted over her eyes. "The name is Ashley," she said, taking a sip of her hot coffee.
"Ok, then, what's up, sexy Ashley?" he asked, starting to fix his own coffee.
"Aren't you married?" she asked, still sipping her hot coffee.
"Yeah, so what?" he asked. "Being married doesn't mean that I can't talk to other women."
"True," she agreed, "but I don't think it's very ethical to be flirting with other women. Very disrespectful to your wife."
"Don't worry about her. I'm not," he said shortly. "Now back to you... How would you feel about joining me tonight for a little date?"
"You're married," she reminded him. "And besides, I'm kind of seeing John Cena right now."
"John Cena? That wanna be rapper?" He laughed out loud. "You can't be serious."
"Actually, I am," she said. "John and I hang out a lot."
"What a shame," he said. "You hang out with John Cena instead of hanging out with a real man like yours truly."
"It's a shame that Stephanie married you," she said. "Because you seem like a cocky jerk."
"Some people would say that, but I can back up every word that I say. How does that make me cocky?" he asked with a grin.
"You know, maybe you're right," she said suddenly, looking at him with a new look in her eyes.
"About what?" he asked suspiciously. "And why the sudden change in attitude?"
"Why shouldn't I be hanging out with a man like you?" she asked. "I mean, look at that body!"
"You like it, don't you?" he asked, flexing his muscles. "I work out every day so my physique is top notch. I'm so hot."
"And getting hotter by the second..." Then she threw her coffee onto the front of his shirt.
He jumped a little as the hot coffee scorched his chest through his shirt. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked. He wasn't really mad, but he wanted to know exactly how she had the audacity to throw coffee on him.
"Maybe the question is what's wrong with you," she said. She turned around and started to walk away. She was smiling big. It felt great to pour hot coffee on cocky jerks like Triple H!
Suddenly, Triple H grabbed her arm. "Think you can lead me on, huh?" he asked, getting in her face. She backed up, trying to get away from him. She backed into the wall and had nowhere to go, which had been his goal in the first place.
"I wasn't leading you on," she said, trying to uphold her tough girl image. "Now get your damn hands off of me."
"Sure," he said. "But only if you let me kiss you."
"Bull shit. I'd like to see you try," she scoffed.
"Oh, you shouldn't have said that."
And then he leaned down and kissed her. It was nothing passionate; rather, it was rough and lustful.
He pulled back and looked at her as she stood there shivering. "What's wrong, Ashley? Afraid to play The Game?" He laughed and walked away, leaving her staring after him.
"Oh, I'll play The Game," she said. "And I'll win."