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The Fine Line Between Love and Hate	By : wandaXmaximoff Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 1906 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrities of WWE/WWF. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Notes: Thanks to Sugar for the review, I'm pleased you're enjoying the story and your comments are always appreciated.
In addition, thanks to Gin, who beta'd for me when I originally posted this fic.

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Chapter Four: It could be worse, you could be kissing Viscera.

Saturday was the most perfect day of Samantha's life. She slept in until eleven and then enjoyed a late breakfast with her friend. All three were buzzing at being so close to the pay per view. After they had eaten, Cheryl went to meet Dave at the airport.

He wasn't working on Saturday and had a house show in Mississippi on Sunday. As 'Vengeance' would be held in Louisiana, the four wrestlers were travelling to the venue of Saturday's show, Arkansas, together. Dave would come to that night's show to watch his wife and then on Sunday the four of them would go to the airport together, before heading to different southern states.

Mike and Sam spent a pleasant afternoon travelling to the airport and then enjoying the flight. She herself, Cheryl, Dave and Mike were all seated together, and so played a fun game of celebrity guess who.

Sam brought tears of laughter to everyone's eyes by thinking that the telytubbies were an icon of the twentieth century.

“Don't be so stupid. They wouldn't class the 'Spirit Squad' as icons,” joked Dave, insinuating the tag team champions were kid's T.V stars.

Arriving at yet another hotel, the four wrestlers had a pleasurable lunch together before Cheryl and Dave retired to their room for some time alone together.

Mike and Sam remained in the bar, enjoying each other's company, getting ready for that night's house show.

The three 'Raw' stars, and Batista, travelled in a cab together to the arena.

That night's house show was the best ever. Sam didn't run into Rebecca or Cena once and her and Mike's match brought the house down.

The crowd obviously loved the Intercontinental champion and his manager and were hopeful for his title match the next day.

Deciding that she'd be best off with an early night before the pay per view, Sam went to bed as soon as they reached the hotel. Tomorrow would be an early start, followed by a lot of travelling and then a warm up for 'Vengeance'.

“Good night, y'all. I'll see ya bright and early tomorrow,” she said before heading to her room.

The room was empty, as Melina and Nitro were enjoying themselves in the bar.
Changing into her bedclothes, Sam curled up with The Amber Spyglass.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on her door, assuming that it was Mike having something he'd forgotten to tell her, Sam hurried to answer it.

Throwing on her silk robe, she opened the lock and came face to face with the one person she'd been avoiding since Wednesday night.

“Hi, you ok?” asked John Cena.

“Yup. What do you want? Have you got something important to say or are you just disturbing me for the hell of it?”

“I just wanted to see if you were alright. I haven't seen you since Wednesday.”

“Well, as you can see, I'm fine. So you can go now,” said Sam, going to close the door.

Cena held it open and asked, “Wait, can we talk?”

“I thought we just did.”

“Come on Sam; just let me in for a few minutes.”

“Alright,” she replied, walking off and sitting on her bed.

Cena sat down on Melina's bed.

“Nice robe,” he smirked.

Sam rolled her eyes and replied, “If all you've come up here for is to annoy me, you can leave.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Whatever. What do you want?”

“I'm sorry for upsetting you on Wednesday.”

“Great, now you've apologized you can go back to the bar.”

“Sam, look at me,” Cena said, standing up and grabbing her arm.

She peered up into his blue eyes and asked, “What do you want John?”

“I just... I wanna… I dunno.”

“Well, I'm glad we cleared that up.”

“I'm sorry, alright. I never meant to upset you.”

“Yeah, I got that.”

“I just… every time we…” he trailed off.

“We what? Fight? What, you get some sick pleasure out of it, so you thought you'd come up to my room to taunt me.”

Cena sat on the bed next to Sam, their bodies touched and Sam felt the heat between them. Ignoring it, she shuffled aside.

“Why can't you talk to me, with out getting mad?”

“I dunno,” she shrugged
“I just want us to get along. I wanna be your friend.”

“I have plenty of friends already, I don't need another.”

“Stop doing this. Every time I try to be nice, stop pushing me away.”

“No, I've told you already. Just because we have to work together, doesn't mean I have to like you.”

“Why though?”

“Because everything isn't black and white, John, sometimes people don't get along.”

Again, Cena held her arm, the electricity crackled between them and Sam knew some thing was going to explode.

“I like you, is that so hard to deal with?”

“Yes.”

“Then why does it feel so good?”

“Trust me, it doesn't,” Sam lied.

“For the love of god, don't start this again.”

“Start what?”

“You, acting like there's nothing there, when we both know there is.”

“So what if there is? Ok, I find you attractive, but that doesn't mean anything,” she said honestly.

“Why not?” he pushed.

“Because the world revolves around more than looks alone. I've told you already, I can't stand you and it kills me being around you,” spat the blonde woman.

“Fine! Forget it!” Cena raged, before storming out.

Sam lay back on her bed, tired of the same thing happening every time they were in the same room.
At least he didn't kiss me again, she thought.

However, for some strange reason she didn't feel as riled up as usual and a little bit of her was disappointed he'd left.

Uneasily Sam fell to sleep and it seemed like only a few minutes had passed when her alarm went off at seven.

Dragging herself out of bed, Sam dressed, packed and went downstairs for breakfast.

In the dinning room, Sam saw Cena sitting alone reading the paper. He looked up briefly before turning away.

Mike arrived ten minutes later.

“Morning, sunshine,” he said.

“Morning,” she smiled back.

“What do you fancy for breakfast?

“I dunno, just some toast.”

“I'm starving, I'm going to have the works,” the black haired man said.

“That's because you're a pig,” his friend teased.

As their food arrived, so did Cheryl and Dave.

“Good morning,” said the couple in unison.

“Sleep well?” Cheryl asked the two diners.

“Yeah, you?” replied Sam.

Mike mumbled something incoherent through mouthfuls of food.

“Yeah, I did thanks. It's always great having my husband besides me in bed,” replied the married woman, to the blonde's previous question.

“What time’s your flight Dave?” asked Mike, his mouth now free of food.

“Eleven, so I'll only have an hour to wait after you guys have gone,” the World Heavy Weight Champion informed them.

The four friends chatted and enjoyed coffee together, the married couple having some food too, for an hour before it was time to get on the road.

The four wrestlers climbed into a small mini-bus together and departed.

Soon enough, they were in the airport waiting room. The flight to Louisiana was due for boarding in an hour, so the friends said goodbye to Dave.

“See ya soon, big man,” said Mike, embracing the other wrestler.

“See you soon mate, good luck with your match,” replied Dave.

Then it was Sam's turn to hug the Champion.

“Have a good night, Dave.”

“You too, hope the match goes well,” said the older man. “Have fun kissing Cena,” he added in a whisper.

Sam glared at him and replied, “That's not even funny.”

Mike and Sam walked off, as the married couple said an affectionate goodbye to each other.

“What's your seat number?” Mike asked.

Sam looked down to check her ticket, remembering the last time she and Mike hadn't sat together.

“Thirteen, yours? Please god say it's twelve or fourteen.”

“Nah, its 23,” he joked, holding up the ticket that showed number fourteen.

“That's cruel, man. Don't even joke about something like that. If I'd got stuck next to Cena again, I swear I'd have changed my flight.”

Mike laughed as a teary-eyed Cheryl joined them.

“Cheer up Cheryl. It's only a few days,” said Sam.

“Yeah, I know. I'm just being silly,” sniffed the red head.

“Sam wants to know your seat number. She's hoping she won't end up by lover boy again,” teased Mike

“Your in luck, it's twelve,” replied Cheryl.

“Thank god. I was starting to formulate an escape plan,” joked the blonde.

The three 'Raw' stars boarded their plane, Sam disappointed that she didn't have the window seat.

Rebecca sauntered passed, looking as if she was up to something.

As the last call for the Louisiana flight was came, Cena boarded the plane, looking dismayed.

To Sam's horror, he was sitting right in front of her.

“Looks like I'll be needing that parachute after all,” she said, nodding her head to indicate who had taken the seat in front of her.

“Don't worry, I'll look after you,” said Mike.

As the plane took off, Cheryl began to doze off and Mike turned on his C.D player, leaving Sam alone in silence.

Taking out her book, Sam felt restless and uneasy and it had nothing to do with flying.

Over the top of her seat, she could see Cena's capped head bopping along to his music.

I wonder if he'd notice me setting fire to his cap, Sam thought.

As if sensing that she was looking at him, Cena peered over his seat and smiled at her.

Sam looked back down to her book but, a minute or two later, a small ball of paper landed on the open page. She merely flicked it back. Again, the ball came back. Shutting her book, Sam peeked over the chair.

“Will you quit that?”

“What? I wasn't doing anything.”

“So the balls of paper magically landed in my book, did they?”

“I guess so,” he shrugged.

“Whatever just leave me alone,” she replied, going back to her book.

A few minutes passed, and again another ball rolled down the page. Looking up, Sam saw Cena staring at her.

“You can't ignore me forever.”

“Want to bet!”

“Go on; just be nice to me for once.”

“No, I don't want to.”

“Is it really that hard? Go on, give me a smile,” he said, his blue eyes danced with mischief and Sam noticed the dimples on his face.

Not wanting to be drawn in to another one of his games, Sam continued reading.

“You'll be kissing me later,” Cena said.

“Don't bank on it.”

“Dusty'll have a fit if we don't”

“Doesn't mean I have to enjoy it though.”

“Yeah, but you know you will,” he smirked, before turning round and putting his headphones back in.

The remainder of the flight passed uneventfully and at two in the afternoon, they touched down in Louisiana.

The air in the southern city was muggy and oppressive, making the cab ride to the hotel in New Orleans uncomfortable.

After booking in, Sam went to her room and showered. It was now three O'clock, meaning they had two hours before they had to be in the arena.

Going down to the bar for some lunch, the diva felt drained. She wasn't looking forwards to wrestling in this heat; she knew the pay per view would draw a large crowd, making it even hotter.

Mike and Cheryl were already seated by the open balcony as Sam joined them.

They all ordered a small meal of local fish and chatted happily as they ate.

“Well, it's the end of the road Sam,” said Mike.

“Yup, after tonight no more S and M,” she joked.

“Unless you hoping for some with your new partner,” teased Cheryl.

“He wishes. You know he was going on about us kissing on the plane,” the blonde informed them.

“He's got it bad,” mocked Mike.

“Nah, he just gets a sick kick out of plaguing me.”

“Not what I heard last night,” said Cheryl.

“What?” questioned Sam.

“I over heard him telling Nitro that he liked you.”

Sam rolled her eyes and added,” He told me the same last night.”

“What, when? You went straight to your room,” queried Mike.

Sam filled her two friends in about Cena's visit to her hotel room. When she'd finished, both sat opened mouthed.

“He never?” exclaimed Cheryl.

“Yup thought he was going to kiss me again, I guess he'll get his chance later,” sighed the diva.

“What you going to do?” asked Mike.

“Nothing I can do, I'm stuck with him now, aren't I? Dusty will do his nut if we don't kiss tonight, and I dread to think what Mr. McMahon will say,” said Sam, resigned to her fate.

“Could be worse, you could be kissing Viscera,” reassured the older diva.

All three burst out laughing.

Within no time at all, they were on their way to the arena. As soon as Sam had gotten into the locker room and changed, Dusty called for her.

She made her way to his office backstage to find Cena and Mike already there.

“All set for tonight Sam?” the booker asked.

“Yup, looks like there'll be a big crowd. It should be interesting,” replied Sam.

“You bet it will be,” said Cena, a grin on his face.

“Looks like the golden couple are ready to go. I hope you do as well as you did on Tuesday.”

Sam looked at the floor; suddenly the room felt very small and her throat tightened.

Dusty went on, unaware of Sam's discomfort, “I also have some news about tomorrow's edition of 'Raw'. Mike, you'll be defending the Intercontinental title against Carlito. You should have a lot of support going into the match and you'll be getting a clean victory.”

Mike nodded, appreciating the faith the WWE had put in him.

“John, Sam, tomorrow's a big one for you two. After tonight, the crowd will hopefully be giving you a lot of heat, so I want you to give them something to get even madder about. You'll be opening the show.”

Sam gasped; she'd never opened 'Raw' before.

“John, you'll come out and brag about your victory, claiming you beat all the competition and put it down to your new lady, Sam. Then you'll come out Sam, we'll be giving you new attire, which I'll show you tomorrow, and you're proudly congratulating the Champ. I want both of you to really play it up, make out like you've been seeing each other for months behind Mike's back, and that you had the whole thing planned.”

Both the diva and the Champion nodded.

“I also want you to out do your performance tonight. Remember Edge and Lita's sex celebration? Well I want you to be like that.”

“What? I'm not getting naked in the ring, especially not with him,” Sam blurted out.
Dusty took no notice of the woman's complaints. “Obviously we aren't going to be as X-rated as they were; Vince learnt his lesson with that one. Nevertheless, I want to see heat, and chemistry and lots of action.
You're to convince everyone you've been at it like rabbits for months, that you're the hottest couple on T.V and that you can't keep your hands off each other.”

“Easy,” smiled Cena.

Sam just looked on in horror.

“But don't worry about that now, we'll be going through it all before the show tomorrow,” added Dusty, not reassuring Sam one bit.

Sam stalked out of the booker’s office, wishing she'd never signed a WWE contract.
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