Meeting with Maria and Mike

I shut the door as we both make our way to the Kanellis' hotel room. I couldn't help making quick glances as Sasha's cute butt as she walked in front of me. At one point, I didn't realise that Sasha had started another conversation.

"So, have you met Mike and Maria yet?"

"Huh?" I stammer, bringing myself back to reality.

"Have you met them yet?" She asks again, this time looking back at me as we continue walking.

"Erm... no. I don't think I have."

"Oh. Don't worry, you have nothing to worry about, they're cool people."

"I hope so." I say as we approach their door.

Sasha knocks on it with a musical tune, and we are greeted by a very good-looking Maria Kanellis. She first looks at Sasha, then looks up at me.

"Hi guys, come on in." She said, turning around as we entered their hotel room. I walked in and saw that they had a similar room to us. They were smart enough to push their beds together though. Mike was sitting on a kitchen stool, drinking a beer.

"Yo guys, what's happening?" He says, waving at us.

"Mike, come in here. We need to start planning some spots in the match." Maria says to her husband.

Mike makes his way to the bed, opening the notes app in his smartphone. Maria takes a seat next to him and puts her hand on his leg. She smiles at us.

"So, who did they say was winning the match?" Mike asks, ready to take notes.

"Erm, I believe that John is going over you." Sasha says as we both sit on the sofa next to the bed. Her hand falls onto my inner thigh, but she quickly removes it and apologises.

"Okay, and how long do we have?"

"Erm, I would say about ten minutes. There are bigger matches and this match isn't going to be the most interesting to the fans." Maria says. We all agree.

"So, is it just going to be a quick 'hit me with a finisher and pin' ending."

"I would say so." I respond. You can see Maria thinking.

"I think it would add a bit of tension if John goes for his finisher, then I distract him. Then, Sasha clotheslines me out of the ring and hits a suicide dive on me. Whilst the ref is looking at us, Mike goes for a low blow, which John counters into his finisher." Maria adds. Mike is nodding, clearly impressed by her ideas.

"Yes, that sounds awesome." Sasha says, congratulating Maria's creativity.

"Paul told me that he wanted me as a heel, but I'm partnered with Sasha. How will we create a heel turn?" I ask.

"John, you're making your main roster debut, in front of some of the most passionate wrestling fans. They won't boo you. You'll just have to give it some time." Mike responds.

"You're right. I should just embrace my babyface character whilst it's here."

"There's the spirit." Sasha says, looking into my eyes. She gives a light smile.

The four of us continue talking. Because of our short time limit, we don't really talk about spots, more about personal lives. Mainly mine because they don't know me that well. An hour passes and it was time for myself and Sasha to leave. We say our goodbyes and walk out.

"Well, what did I say? They're cool, aren't they?" Sasha says to me.

"Yeah, they're alright. Good first impression." I respond.

"Let's just hope that you make a good first impression on Sunday." She says as we approach our room.

She bends down slightly to swipe her card in the lock. She wiggles her butt at me in the process.

"Don't think I didn't catch you staring, John." She says, cheekily.

"Sorry about that." I apologize.

"No need to be sorry, I like it. It's nice to get a bit of sexual attention, especially when you crave it from your own husband." She says as she looks at the ground. We're both still outside with the door wide open.

I hold the door open so Sasha can walk in. She still looks upset. She sits on her bed and curls up, facing the wall. I didn't know what to do.