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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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Chapter Seven: Fortune Cookies.

Sam Edwards and John Cena met in the hotel lobby before heading out to find a café to eat at.

“What do you fancy?” asked Cena.

“I dunno, I’m not really hungry,” replied the blonde.

“You've gotta eat something,” he protested.

“Ok, you decide,” she said giving in.

“Alright, do you like Chinese?” he asked.

“Yeah,” the diva said.

The superstars walked on, now looking for a Chinese restaurant. They found one on a nearby corner called 'Mr. Happy's'.

Sitting down in the dimly lit restaurant, they ordered drinks. Sam had a large mineral water and Cena had a soda.

“You know, if you drink that, you'll be too full to eat anything,” commented the diva.

“Yeah, but I like it,” said the WWE Champion.

“Nah, too much sugar,” mused the woman.

“You don't need sugar, you're sweet enough,” joked Cena.

“Oh my god, that is the cheesiest chat up line I've ever heard,” replied Sam rolling her eyes.

“I know I just always wanted to try it on someone. Did it work?” he asked.

“Yeah, I now secretly wanna rip your clothes off,” stated the woman.

“There's nothing secret about that,” teased the champion.

Ignoring his comment, Sam opened the menu. After talking about her Dad's death, the woman had no appetite and nothing appealed to her.

The poor waitress had to come back three times before the diva was ready to order.
Sam had Wonton soup and Cena decided on Mongolian Beef, each also got a fortune cookie.

Ripping open his fortune cookie to see what it said, Cena urged Sam to do the same.

“No, they're stupid. I bet there's a million of these things written, all saying the same,” insisted the woman.

“Go on, I wanna know what yours said. Mine informed me, 'I haven't lost my mind- it's backed up on tape somewhere.' ”

Sam burst out laughing, “Well, if that's what yours said, they've got to be true.” So she pulled open the cookie.

On the small slip of paper, she read the motto, 'Your luck is about to change - What was elusive will now be available when you are honest with your love, honesty and warmth will come back to you.'

Sam read the lines over and over again, before finally screwing up the paper and throwing it in the ashtray.

“See, I told you they were stupid.”

“What did it say? You didn't even show me,” protested Cena.

“Nothing interesting. It just told me that when I died, I'd be very old, wealthy and happy,” she lied.

“Why throw it away then? It was better than mine.”

“It's just a load of rubbish, it doesn't mean anything.”

Cena reached for the discarded scrap of paper, knowing Sam was lying. But she saw what he was doing and made a grab for it too. Their hands touched, and the woman felt a tingle of heat between them. Sam pulled her hand away, taking a little longer than was normal.

The diva hurriedly ate her meal, not pausing once.

“I thought you said you weren't hungry.”

“I changed my mind,” she lied, feeling sick from forcing food into her mouth.

With the meal over, Sam was eager to leave, but Cena had other ideas.

“Do you want another drink?” he asked.

“Not really.”

“Go on, I'm having one. I don't fancy walking back to the hotel on a full stomach.”

Feeling pretty much the same and knowing she would throw up if she moved yet, Sam gave in.

“Alright. You don't suppose I'd get away with having a beer, do you?”

“I can't see why not. There's loadsa guys that drink and it's not like you'll be turning up drunk.”

“Yeah, that's true, ok I'll have bottle of Budweiser please.”

Cena ordered Sam's drink and had the same too.

“God, I could go with a cigarette right about now,” said the blonde.

“I didn't know you smoked?” asked the dark haired man.

“I don't, any more; I gave up about five years ago. I just some times really want one,” confessed the diva.

“It's a filthy habit, you know?”

“Tell me about it, that's why I quit. I tried everything, in the end I had to have hypnotherapy.”

“I guess everyone has their vices.”

“Yeah, yours is that you're an annoying egomaniac,” she teased.

“You're a fine one to talk, I try to be nice and you just carry on being nasty,” he mocked.

“Yeah, well I have to do something to pass the time,” the blonde teased.

“I bet you couldn't be nice to me if you tried,” suggested the champion.

“Is this another one of your stupid dares?” asked the diva.

“What if it was? You'd do it, and then just complain that I started it all,” said the man.

“That's because you do,” insisted the woman.

“Yeah, but you fall for it every time,” Cena returned.

“No I don't,” Sam said.

“Yes you do, you're falling for it now,” he laughed.

He was right. For some reason, Cena had a knack of pulling Sam in.
Noticing the time, the two wrestlers realized they had to be at the arena in an hour.

“We better be going. Don't wanna keep Dusty waiting,” said Sam.

“Alright, I'll settle up with the waitress,” insisted Cena.

“No, I'll pay half. If you pay, you'll start claiming it was a date,” said the blonde.

“Sam, trust me, if you agreed to go a date with me, it wouldn’t be to some side street Chinese restaurant,” commented the brown haired man.

“Really? Go on then, tell me, where would you take me?” inquired the diva.

“Well, I'd insist on picking you up, and I'd have a really nice car. A Porsche or something. When I arrived, I'd give you a big bunch of flowers, roses, and some really swank chocolates. Then I'd take you dancing, somewhere real nice, where it's open to the night air and we could see the sea. After we going dancing, I'd take you to this great little place I know back home, it's really cosy. And I'd get the works for us, champagne, anything you wanted to eat and finish off with a huge piece of chocolate cake. We'd end the night going for a walk in the moonlight, and it'd be kinda chilly, so I'd lend you my jacket. Then I'd take you home, and as we said good night, I'd lean in and...” Cena said, but Sam cut him off before he could finish.

“Aw, that sounds real sweet. But you know I'd never go out with you.”
Sam was completely taken aback, was Cena being genuine? She doubted it; she bet it was a line he used to impress the girls. Never the less, it sounded perfect.

The two wrestlers paid the bill, Sam insisting on paying her share, then caught a cab back to the hotel.

When she got to the hotel, the receptionist informed Sam she had a message waiting. Picking up the phone, Sam listened. It was just Mike, checking to see if she was ok.

“Hey Sunshine, I got your message. Hope your flight went well and that you haven't killed Cena. I'll see you at the arena tonight, and after we can go for a drink. Cheryl sends her love. Speak to you soon hun.”

Touched by her friends' concern, Sam hung up. She went up to her room, had a quick shower and changed into her joggers. Packing her wrestling bag, she then left.

As she expected, Cena was waiting for her in the lobby.

“All ready to go?” he asked.

“Sure am. You called a cab?” the woman replied.

“Yeah, it should be here soon,” replied the champion.

Within five minutes their cab had arrived, and Sam felt extremely nervous. She'd be getting her new attire soon, she hoped it was good, and opening the show tonight. Not to mention the kissing that was to come. Yesterday Dusty had suggested that he wanted Cena and Sam to put on quite a show.

Arriving at the arena, the superstars headed straight for the bookers office. Upon arriving there, they didn't find Dusty, but Mr. McMahon.

Sam felt weak at the knees, and she instantly regretted having that bottle of beer in the restaurant.

“Good afternoon, Miss Edwards,” said Vince, extending his hand.

Sam's hand trembled as she shook the WWE chairman's hand.

“Good afternoon, sir,” she replied, feeling like a schoolgirl meeting the headmaster.

“I'd like to commend you on an outstanding performance last night,” the CEO went on.

“Thank you,” the diva said.

“I just hope that you both continue in the same vein.”

Mr. McMahon then turned his attention the WWE champion, something Sam was thankful for.

As a very happy looking Vince left, Dusty arrived to greet his stars.

“Good afternoon,” said the booker.

“Afternoon,” the wrestlers replied in unison.
“I see Mr. McMahon has already been to see you. He's very pleased with how the pay per view went.”

“Yeah, I just hope I can live up to his expectations,” confessed Sam.

“Everything will be fine Sam, as long as you keep working hard,” Dusty assured. “First things first, I'd like to give you your new attire,” he went on, presenting Sam with a bag.

Sam peeked into the bag and felt relief wash over her as she saw what she'd be wearing from now on. Inside was a pair of greenish black combat pants, blue wrestling books come trainers and a baby blue woman's Cena T-shirt, with the logo 'You want some? Come get some!' on the back.

“Thanks Dusty, these are great. I'll get my check book and pay for them later,” replied the diva, pleased with her new attire.

“Whenever you're ready Sam, I know I can trust you. If you want any more, just order them in the usual way,” replied the booker. “Anyway, on with business. You'll both be pleased to know you haven't got a match tonight, just your segment,” he went on.

Both wrestlers nodded appreciatively.

“As I explained before, I want you both to play up what happened last night. I've been on a few websites, and already your new allegiance is getting a lot of heat from fans. Now Sam, I must warn you, the audience is really going to be on your back tonight,” said Dusty.

Sam wasn't at all shocked by this, she knew how the business worked, and she knew that after turning on Mike people would be after her blood.

The booker continued, “But I don't want any of that to put either of you off. While you might be getting a lot of heat from the crowd, they also like what they see. Therefore, tonight will be very important. The people here in Texas will have come hoping to see the birth of a hot new team, and I don't want them to be disappointed.”

The superstars agreed, so Dusty went on.

“You two will be the first thing people see tonight, so it's gotta be gripping. I don't want a repeat performance of the Lillian Garcia and Viscera angle.”

Sam laughed to herself, remembering Cheryl's comment that kissing Cena couldn't be worse than kissing 'the world's largest love machine'. Poor Lillian.

“I want you to really pull out all the stops tonight. Umaga’s match is up after you guys, but I don't want the crowd to remember a thing about it.”

“Got ya,” replied the couple.

“Right, well I think that's all. I'll speak to you after the show about your schedules for the week,” said the man.

“Ok, thanks. We'll see you later,” Cena and Sam replied.

“You up for giving them something to talk about?” asked the Champion.
“Would I get in trouble if I said no?” the blonde asked.

“Yup,” her team-mate replied.

“Fine, no,” joked Sam, before walking off to the locker-room.

Inside the women's only area, Sam changed into her new wrestling gear. It fitted well and made a nice change from the usual pink she wore. The only problem was the T-shirt; it was cut so that the hemline finished just under where her bra was. If she wasn't careful, she might end up exposing herself, and she wasn't that kind of diva.

Some women in the business thought nothing of appearing in Playboy or accidentally letting their breasts slip out in matches, hoping it would further their careers. Sam guessed that all the silicone had turned them into tramps and distorted their morals.

Another thing the blonde was thankful for was the lack of pigtails in her new appearance. Dusty didn't seem to think the cutsie baby-doll image went with her new character and had suggested she just wore her hair in a high ponytail. The down side was the amount of make-up she now had to wear. Sam was by no means the type of girl who felt comfortable not wearing any, but the change to a heel meant that she now had to walk around looking like a drag queen come hooker.

With an hour before she needed to be getting ready, Sam ventured to the backstage area, hoping to find a familiar face. As it was still fairly early, only event staff were about, so the diva headed to the parking lot, hoping to find a crewmember she might be able to steal a cigarette from.

A sound engineer named Brett obliged, and Sam was just taking a drag on a five year longed for cigarette when she heard someone shouting her.

“Samantha Edwards! I thought you'd given up that filthy habit.”

The guilty woman recognized the voice of her best friend at once.

“Hey Mike. It was only the one,” she said, snubbing the offending article out.

Mike gave her a reproachful look before he went on speaking.

“The flight with Cena really that bad that you needed to take up smoking again?”

“No, actually it was alright. We went out for lunch, and after eating so much I needed one,” confessed Sam.

“You went out for lunch?” quizzed Cheryl, pulling on her sports bag.

“Yeah, went to a little Chinese place. It was really nice actually.”

The diva's friends looked shocked, and Mike began looking over her ID.

“Well, it says your Sam Edwards. I'm not convinced though, first I find you smoking, then you tell me you had fun with Cena,” joked the black-haired man.

“Trust me Mike, I'm me. Nobody else would know about lambkins,” teased the diva.

“Ok, point taken. You can shut up now,” blushed the Intercontinental Champion.

“No, I want to hear more about lambkins,” insisted Cheryl.

“I'll tell you in the locker-room,” whispered the blonde.

“So, what's your new gear like?” the red head went on.

“It's pretty good. Just combats and a Cena T-shirt. I was expecting a lot worse,” Sam confessed.

The three friends made their way back inside, looking for something to eat, although Sam was still too stuffed from lunch.

“So, what's in store for you tonight?” asked Mike.

“Not too much, haven't got a match, just the segment opening the show,” replied his ex-manager. “How about you?”

“I'm not sure yet. I've got to go and see Dusty after we've eaten. You coming to get your match details too Cheryl?

The Woman's Champion nodded, unable to speak, as she was eating an apple.

“Oh, guess what? Mr. McMahon came and spoke to me today,” said Sam.

“Really, what did he want?” asked Cheryl now apple free.

“Just to congratulate me on last night,” the other woman went on.

“Oh, well get you. Praise from the boss and everything,” teased Mike.

“I guess kissing Cena had its perks after all,” grinned the blonde.

“So, what did you want when you called before? You sounded down,” asked the man.

“Oh, nothing. I was just missing you and wanted to say hi.”

The trio of wrestlers took some seats near the buffet table and continued chatting.

“How's Dave?” Sam asked Cheryl.

“Yeah, he's good, thanks. Said he saw the show last night,” replied the red head.

“Oh, what did he think?” questioned Mike.

“He thought it was really good. Said I wrestled fantastically against Trish and that he was really proud.”

“Aww,” commented the other two in unison.

The married woman blushed, and went on speaking, “He thought your guys' match was brilliant and even complained that I didn't kiss him like that when he won the title.”
This time it was the blonde woman's turn to blush.

Finishing their food, Cheryl and Mike made their way to Dusty's office to get the details for their matches on tonight's edition of “Raw”.
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