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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 reirei and Candice for the reviews, I'm pleased you're both 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 Five: “Vengeance.”
Back at the blissful sanctuary of the Louisiana Hotel, Mike caught up with his manager.
“You alright?” he asked.
“What do you think? Everyone knows I hate Cena, god even he knows it. What the hell is Dusty playing at?”
“He's repackaging the Champ and giving a talented diva a huge push,” replied Mike, honestly. “Think what all this will do to your career,” he went on.
“Yeah, but at what cost? Do Dusty and Mr. McMahon really want their Champ ending up in the E.R? 'Cos I swear, that's where this is heading.”
“Sam, it's too late now. I know you don't like it, and if I'm honest I don't either. But there's nothing anyone can do about it now. You’re just going to have to put a brave face on and act your ass off.”
“I can't, I can't do this any more Mike. I'm quitting, I'm going to Mr. McMahon right now and I'll tell him to stick the job up his ass,” cried the blonde.
“And where will that get you? No job, that's where.”
“I'll go to TNA.”
“You can't, you're contracted until next year. Besides, do you think they'd touch you if they heard about this?”
“Damn it, damn it to hell. And damn him too,” she screamed and stormed off.
Knowing there was no way out now, unless a miracle happened, Sam disheartenly pulled on her wrestling gear.
This was the worst match in the history of the world. Not only would she no longer be working with her best friend, she'd now be working with and kissing Cena, someone she hated with all her might.
All too quickly, the arena filled up, causing it to become stiflingly hot, and 'Vengeance' started.
Sam paced the locker room, feeling like a death row prisoner about to meet their fate. Her stomach turned as she thought about what was to come.
Why him? And why kissing? They could have picked anyone. Hell, I'd be fine if it was someone else, just not Cena.
Cheryl departed, going to face off against Trish. The red head knew the outcome of the match favoured her, but she was still nervous.
“Good luck,” Sam said as her mentor left.
“Thanks, and don't worry, you'll be fine,”
“Humm,” muttered Sam, feeling sick at the thought of it.
Half an hour later, the woman's Champion returned, victorious, but very tired. Sam's match was up next. By now she was resigned to her fate and felt a little calmer.
“Well, here I go. Off to meet a fate worse than death! And for what? God, not even all the money in the universe is worth kissing him for!” Sam melodramatically stated, walking off.
Outside the women's locker room, Mike was waiting for her and looking depressed.
“All ready to go, my little sunshine?” he asked.
“Yeah, come on, let’s get this over with.”
As they reached the curtain that lead to the ramp, arena and Sam's doom, they spotted Cena. He was in his wrestling attire of baggy black shorts-with the top of his boxers showing- the newest 'chain gang' t-shirt, a tacky pendant, a baseball cap and just to finish off the depravity of it, the WWE championship.
Ever since he'd won the title a few years back, the belt had been changed to suit his character. Gone was the traditional black leather strap with an elegant gold plate on- the representation of all the wrestling ideas Sam loved and respected. In its place around his waist was the tackiest thing Sam had ever laid eyes on. The gleam from the millions of fake diamonds was almost too much to take and that god awful spinner made her sick- in contrast to the old title, it represented everything Sam hated, him, his gimmick, the fake gangsterness.
At the sight of him standing there, zoned out in preparation for the upcoming fight, Sam wanted to turn and run screaming in horror.
In just under an hour’s time, they would be bound together for god knows how many months, working together, travelling together, and kissing.
Sam's stomach lurched.
“It's gonna be ok Sam,” reassured Mike.
“Yeah, right.”
Lillian Garcia's voice echoed into the backstage area.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to present the last match of the night. John Cena verses Mike Summers, with Sammy Edwards in his corner, for the WWE Championship.”
The Louisiana crowd outside went wild. The promo video played, showing how each wrestler had got to where they were now. From Mike beating hoards of rivals to win the number one contendership, to his weeks of fighting and talking smack with Cena. Always one thing was constant, the presence of his 'girlfriend' Sammy by his side. Cena's showed how he'd retained the title against Shawn Michaels at the last pay per view, to him laughing at the news Mike would be his next competitor. The constant there was always his arrogance and self-assurance. The Champ was here, and nothing could stop him.
Lillian's voice sounded again, “The challenger, making his way from Lexington, South Carolina, with manager Sammy Edwards in his corner, is Mike Summers.”
The audience erupted, Zebrahead began to play and Mike and Sam walked through the curtain hand in hand. The last thing Sam saw before walking down the ramp was Cena winking at her.
At the top of the ramp, Mike held Sam in his arms and they kissed briefly as the pyros went off. Them kissing was nothing new; pretending to be a couple they did it week in week out, and fifteen years of solid friendship meant there were no awkward feelings.
They walked down the ramp, still hand in hand, Sam clutching tightly knowing if she let go she'd never make it to the ring.
Mike entered the ring first and held up the ropes so 'his lady' could enter. Sam bounded in, the lights, music and atmosphere instantly making her get into character. She ran to the left turnbuckle and, facing the adoring supporters, waved happily. Her cute appearance and bubbly nature endeared her to the crowd and they went crazy showing their feelings for her.
Mike strutted about, waving and clapping his manager, before they settled in the top right corner of the ring.
The lights dimmed and Lillian's voice could be heard above the now silent fans, waiting in anticipation.
“Making his way from West Newbury, Massachusetts, he is the 'Doctor of thuganomics' and reigning WWE Champion, John Cena.”
Cena's music played, and Sam closed her eyes as the crowd went mental. She was holding Mike's hand so tight now that it was losing all feeling.
“It's gonna be ok,” whispered the challenger to his manager.
Pops from the audience lifted the roof, and Sam guessed, her eyes still closed, that Cena had entered the ring. A few minutes later the bell rang and competition was about to get under way.
Sam opened her eyes, looking determinedly down at the ring canvas, and made her way to the apron.
This isn't happening, it's just a bad dream, you'll wake up any second now and it'll be all over, she kept repeating to herself.
Sam felt numb, and the match passed her by. Even though the three of them had rehearsed this millions of times, she was totally unaware of what was going on. She couldn't even make out the sound of Jim Ross' commentary.
As if by some instinct, Sam would cheer Mike on or interrupt the action at appropriate moments.
Every time making sure she had no contact what so ever with Cena, not even looking at him.
From the corner of her eye, Sam saw Mike set Cena up for the 'Summer time', the moment had come.
Stepping into the ring, as if to help the challenger, she reached for the title belt.
Mike covered Cena and was going for the win. Guided on by some unknown force, Sam rushed forwards. She smacked the belt off the black haired man's head, causing him to break the pin and fall onto his back.
Shocked gasps came from the onlookers as she moved back to her corner, knowing the worst was still to come.
Cena then lifted his opponent up into the 'F U', the crowd were on their feet. He hit his mark and the three count was called. The arena erupted into cheers, most of them not fully aware of what was going on but loving it none the less.
“The winner of this match, and still WWE Champion, is John Cena,” Lillian shouted into the mic.
Cena's music started to play, and for a second Sam froze. As if some invisible hand was leading her, Sam rushed to the Champion.
She grabbed his hand and raised it to the air, tension prickling between them.
Cena grabbed Sam around the waist and, before she could even process what was happening, he'd bent her backwards.
Eyes closed, her back arched and her blonde tresses skimming the ring, Sam opened her eyes, hoping to wake from a nightmare and find herself safely in bed. Looking back at her were Cena's perfect, clear blue eyes.
He leaned in and kissed her. Sam felt like she'd just been given much needed water after days in the desert.
The crowd looked on in amazed shock.
The kiss deepened, and Sam felt the familiar and longed for electricity between herself and Cena.
He was holding her tightly and a swoon overtook her body.
Again, the world stopped. Sam couldn't feel a thing, apart from her and Cena's rapidly beating hearts. Everything melted away, and she felt as though she was flying free through the night air.
Still the two remained locked at the lips for what seemed like an eternity but in reality was a few minutes.
She felt fingers brush lightly through her hair and, craving Cena's touch more than anything she had ever wanted, Sam's arms found her way around his warm body.
The kiss stopped and the champion and diva broke apart. The on looking audience were on their feet, shouting and booing in shock. Their much-loved stars had just betrayed the well-liked Intercontinental champion, costing him the title.
No one could believe what had just happened, a new alliance had been formed, and by the looks of things it was going to be a hot one.
Sam clung to Cena, as if scared she'd fall if she let go. The music played on, and Jerry 'the King' Lawler's voice announced his feelings.
“Well J.R that was one heck of a match. If that's the way Sammy congratulates champions, I need to get me one of those belts.”
“Yes King, but you’re forgetting the fact that Cena has retained his title by stealing another man's girlfriend. If the end to this match was any indication of what's to come, I'll be keeping my eyes on the Champion and his new manager.”
The commentary faded out as Cena and Sam walked up the ramp, the blonde woman still clinging to her new partner for dear life.
She felt shaken to her toes and something about the arena made her feel as though everything was fading away from her.
At the top of the ramp, Cena held the WWE championship aloft to the crowd, to which they responded with hatred for his treachery. The superstar then lifted his new manager off her feet, again holding her tightly and ran his hands through her thick blonde hair. Unable to stop herself, Sam placed her hands on his cheeks and kissed him again.
The audience let out wolf whistles as the couple embraced for the second time.
Still holding the shaking Sam, Cena walked though the curtains and set her on her feet.
Hitting the ground, the diva finally realised what was going on, where she was and what she'd just done.
“You ok?” Cena asked her.
“Yeah.”
“Good to hear I haven't traumatised you for life,” he joked.
Sam blinked and walked off without responding.
She walked in a dazed state to the locker room, to find every woman in the company waiting for her.
“Oh my god,” squealed Melina.
Cheryl rushed forwards and grabbed Sam's arm, leading her to a quiet corner of the room.
“You alright?” asked the woman's Champion.
“Erm… yeah… I guess. You got any water?”
The red head handed her a bottle, and Sam drank greedily from it.
Rebecca sauntered over, “Hot in here, isn't it?” she smirked.
“Not as hot as out there,” replied the blonde.
Melina and Micky James fell about laughing.
“I need some air, see you in a bit Cheryl,” said Sam.
The diva walked absent-mindedly through the backstage area. Why was everyone looking at her?
Carlito stopped her and grinned, “That, that was cool.”
Finally, she found Mike, talking to Charlie Hass.
“Hi Sam,” said Hass.
“Oh, hi Charlie,” she replied.
“Great match,” he continued.
“Thanks.”
Mike was looking at her strangely, something wasn't right.
He took hold of his best friend and dragged her into the parking lot.
“What the hell was that about? I thought you hated Cena,” the black haired man raged.
“I do,” protested Sam.
“Yeah, it really looked like it out there.”
“I was acting, just like everyone told me to.”
“Well, you deserve an Oscar. Sam, I know that look in your eyes, I've seen it before. You like him, a lot.”
“Do I? That's news to me. Last I heard, I was gonna knock his lights out.”
“So you thought you'd do it by sticking your tongue down his throat?”
“It's a job Mike, chill.”
“No, I won't chill. I'm worried about you,” he replied, now shouting, “I've seen what he does to you, Sam. Because of Cena, you went running off to another state and ended up off your face.”
“That... That was nothing to do with him. There's nothing going on between us, and there never will be.”
“Stop kidding yourself and admit it.”
“Admit what? I told you, Mike, I don't like him, god it's more than that, I can't stand him. I was just doing my damn job.”
“Ok, I'm sorry,” replied the Intercontinental champion.
“Come on, I'm knackered. Lets get out of here, I need a drink.”
The best friends returned to the backstage area where Dusty Rhodes was waiting for Sam.
“Great performance tonight girl, Vince is very pleased. The ratings are just in and you and Cena stole the show.”
“Thanks,” replied the blonde.
“I want you and John in Texas bright and early tomorrow. You've got a lot to do, I've booked you both on a ten O'clock flight, and I've left your tickets at the hotel reception.”
“Ok, thanks. I'll see you tomorrow then, Dusty.”
“That you will. Good night then, Sam, you too, Mike.”
“Night,” the friends replied in unison.
Sam rushed into the woman's locker room to change and to find Cheryl was waiting already dressed. As the diva walked into the room, whispers filled it.
“You ready to go, Cheryl? I'll be two minutes, and then we can head to the hotel,” asked the undressing woman.
“Yeah sure. What did Mike want? He looked pretty annoyed.”
“Just to hassle me about doing my job. God, you'd think he's never seen two people kiss before.”
“Yeah, but it was one hell of a kiss,” Melina butted in, “I wish Nitro would kiss me like that.”
Sam said nothing but packed her gym bag. They arrived at Cheryl's car to find Mike waiting.
“Hey, good match tonight, Mike,” said Cheryl, greeting her friend.
“Thanks, but its Sammy here who stole the show. I think Michaels might have a challenger for his showstopper title,” joked the black haired man.
Still Sam remained silent and climbed into the car.
“We gonna stop for a drink?” the diva asked as the other two passengers got in.
“Haven't you got to be on a plane to Texas at ten?” Mike questioned.
“Yeah, but a few drinks won't hurt.”
“I'm going to call it an early night, sorry guys. Dave said he'd call me soon.”
“Oh well, just the two of us Mike,” said Sam.
“You're on your own there I'm afraid. I need an early night, I think you should have one too,” said the man in the front passenger seat.
“God, way to ruin all the fun,” complained the blonde, she was feeling uneasy and not at all ready for sleep.
Arriving at the hotel, both Cherry and Mike were still adamant about having an early night, so the three friends said good night.
“Sweet dreams, Cheryl,” said Sam.
“Yeah, good night honey. Don't stop in the bar too late,” replied the red head.
“I won't. Night, Mike.”
“Night, Night, sunshine. Please be careful in there and don't drink too much.”
“Don't worry so much, I'll be fine. I'm just going to unwind a bit and then I'll be straight up.”
Cheryl and Mike headed up the stair and off to their respective rooms as Sam made her way to the full bar.
Because it was the night of the pay per view, there were many superstars in there along with many fans.
As the blonde diva walked into the bar, there was a few catcall from drunken punters and she was sure she got dirty looks from a group of giggling girls wearing Cena t-shirts.
Sam held her head high and walked right over to the bar, promptly ordering a tequila slammer.
Within ten minutes, she'd already downed three shots of the Mexican spirit.
A drunken sweaty guy in his late fifties approached her.
“How abouts you lay one of those kisses on me, like you did with the Champ earlier.”
Disgusted by the creepy leech, Sam answered him.
“How about you drop dead.”
Not looking at all offended, the man walked off and started harassing another poor woman.
Having enough of pervy blokes, dirty looks and crude comments, Sam went to leave.
As she got to the door, she bumped into Cena. A chill ran through Sam's body.
Not even looking at him, she went to walk off, but he stopped her.
“Sam.”
“Forget it, you're not getting a repeat performance,” she snarled.
“I... erm… here's your plane ticket,” the Champion stuttered.
Sam took the ticket, without thanking him, and looked down at her seat number.
She was sitting in seat twenty-seven, a window seat again, thank god, and she didn't even need to ask Cena to know he was in seat twenty-six.
“I'll see you tomorrow in the lobby at eight,” he said.
“Fine,” she replied, stalking of to her room.
The room deserted, Sam got into bed, her head throbbing slightly from too many tequilas.
Tired from all the travelling and tonight's pay per view, she promptly fell asleep.
That night her head was filled with wild dreams about her and Cena, most of which involving a lot of kissing.
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