Amy paced around the locker room, with her script in hand she tried to memorise her lines.

"See John the problem with you, is that you're too deluded with all this Chain Gang bullshit." She closed her eyes and tried to recall what she had just read.

"See John the problem with you is that-"

"I'm just too good looking for my own good?" Came a voice from the door.

Amy's eyes shot open and a scowl settled across her features. Making his way into the room was none other than the 'Champ' himself. She scoffed at the label, 'Champ' the man only knew five moves. That hardly constituted wrestling, but then again he was one of the guys Vince had hand picked to be a champion. He didn't have to work half as hard as the other guys and didn't he know it, 'conceited bastard' she thought to herself.

"What no snappy comeback Red? You must be reeeaaall tired, Chlamydia will do that to you, so would Syphilis and Gonorrhea. You know I was watching the news the other day and-"

"You were watching the news? Are you sure?" She asked faking shock

"Don't look so shocked."

"How can I not? I'm shocked every time you tie your shoe laces without hanging yourself." She shot back. Rolling her eyes as he feigned hurt before dramatically dropping down onto the couch.

John watched the redhead pace in front of him. She had on black hip huggers with a 'Rated R' T-shirt ripped up in all the right places. He found himself a little hypnotised as she walked back and forth. He and Adam had been coming to her locker room every night before RAW to practise their lines since the storyline had begun, and as usual Adam was late. Although it wasn't a fact he minded, it just gave him extra time to observe the beauty in front of him without fear of getting caught. She was always too wrapped up in learning her lines to notice. Until tonight.

"Cena!" She snapped bringing him back into reality, "unless you want my fist in your face you'll stop staring at my ass like it was made for your approval."

"Ohh someone's getting feistier, but your fist in my face wasn't the interaction I was thinking of while I was staring at your ass." He replied with a smirk. Getting up he walked over to her, he was enjoying how tense she got whenever he got that close.

"I was thinking," He whispered stepping closer to her, "something more," he continued as he pressed his body closer to hers, "like this."

Amy took a step back but he was quick to regain their connection by taking another step towards her. She glared up at him defiantely, she wouldn't let him have the satisfaction of getting her flustered. As if reading her thoughts his smile turned down right smug as he brought his hand back and smacked her ass. Amy yelped, she looked up at him half in shock and half in fury, her mouth opened and closed as she watched him laugh himself stupid.

"What the hell was that!" She said cried angrily.

"Hahaha what were you expecting Ames? God you weren't thinking I wa-"

"You weren't what?" A nonchalant Adam asked as he strolled through the door.

"Nothing," She answered for John irately, "where the hell have you been?" She asked her ex-boyfriend/current bestfriend

Adam looked over at John, "Bro, what did you do to her now?" He asked ignoring her question. He'd known Amy long before they joined the WWE if he responded to her now it would only add fuel to her ever-burning fire.

At that moment a stagehand knocked on their door, "5 minutes guys"

"Well that's just great now isn't it, 5 minutes until we're on, Vanilla Ice here hasn't even opened his script, you probably used all of yours to make paper airplanes and I still don't know anything past the first page" Amy cried angrily. She put it down to the fact that Cena was in the room.

Later that night

John walked down the corridor to his dressing room. He was hot, sweaty and in desperate need to get some undesirable thoughts out of his mind. Amy had definitely gotten her revenge for his earlier antics in her locker room. The small part of the script he had read before going out entailed that she would just hit him with the belt. His mind drifted back to what she had done instead.

John was backing Amy into the corner of the ring, the crowd was chanting for the "F-U" and Amy was stalling, attempting to flash him before signalling that there was someone coming behind him. Thinking it was Adam he looked back providing her with enough time to pick up the belt that lay in the corner, by the time he looked back all he saw was a flash of diamonds and he was on the ground. Just as the script had asked. Expecting to play dead long enough for Adam to pin him John stayed still only to feel someone straddle his chest. Someone female. Opening one eye he noticed it was Amy. Who else could it have been? He wanted to flash her a megawatt smile and shoot off a smart-ass comment about her current position but he had to play dead and she wasn't going to make it easy for him. The minute he closed his eyes he could feel stiff right and left punches landing on the sides of his head. This is gonna bruise, he thought to himself before someone most likely Adam tore her off.

'Just being convincing." He heard her exclaim.

John snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Adam call out his name "Hey John, fighting a little stiff there tonight, I thought you were gonna take my head off with that first clothesline." He said grinning, "So what's up bud?"

"Nothing's up," Amy stated suddenly appearing next to him, "Nothings been up for John for a while, poor guy couldn't even get it up if he wants to." She smiled at her own wit. She was liking getting the first insult in for once.

"It's my insurance policy against you Red, because God knows if it were up I couldn't get you off me." John shot back obviously still annoyed at her convincing performance tonight but more annoyed at himself for fighting stiff at the beginning of the match.

Attempting to break the tension Adam began, "anyway Randy, Ames, Trish and the rest of us are going clubbing after this so meet us in an hour," the Canadian saw the look on Johns face and decided to add for good measure "and don't say your tired, a guy that wrestles as stiff as you have been is a guy with aaa lloooot of pent up sexual frustration." He said with a laugh, seeing the look of anger cross his Johns face, Adam made a hasty getaway grinning all the while.

John shook his head, he'd gotten close to the Rated R Superstar over the past few months of working together but sometimes he felt like giving him a good ass kicking. He continued on to his locker room just wanting to be alone with his thoughts. He knew this feeling would pass soon, he was always annoyed after his matches with Adam and it wasn't even the match that was the problem. It was Adam and Amys' pre-match PDA's that bugged him the most. What did he care if they made out like horny teens before the match? He tried to rationalise to himself. God he couldn't even achieve that, he sighed. Running his hands through his hair he laughed at himself, this little crush he had on Amy was not going to go away as quietly as he'd hoped. It was driving him crazy. One minute he'd be fine laughing and joking with Adam and Randy the next minute he'd be out in the ring and the minute he'd see Adams tongue flicker towards Amy he wanted to knock his head off.

That wasn't the only problem for John, he hated to admit it but he never knew how to act around her. He didn't want anyone to know he had a crush on her. He knew he'd never stand a chance with her. She tolerated him like a bad cold. Enduring his presence until the storyline was over. He was determined to change that. He was determined to have her.

A/N: Hey guys I don't know if this is any good so some feedback would be really appreciated. If it really is terrible and not worth reviewing or continuing I'll delete it and we can forget this terrible incident ever took place.