DISCLAIMER: These stories are real people in fake situations.

RATING: NC-17

PAIRING: Victoria/A Male Fan, Terri Runnels/A Male Fan

AUTHOR'S NOTES:
1st, my fanfic will often deal with strange situations/pairings, so if your 
easily shocked/offended, don't bother reading any further. Also, a lot of 
these stories deal with wrestlers that are "Past There Prime", so to speak. 
Just imagine all the wrestlers in the best shape of their career, and you'll 
be fine.

2nd, please don't post this on any websites or message boards without my 
permission. It's not hard to get. Just ask. Also, please don't edit any part 
of this story without asking me.

3rd, keep any feedback constructive please, and I'd prefer if sent to my e-
mail address, and not on a message board.

4th, this story is written from the viewpoint that what happens on TV isn't 
real, that the wrestlers are actors and know it's just a storyline.

5th, timeline wise, this story takes place August 21st, 2006.

~ Denotes Thought ~



Booked Solid Part 5: A Day In The Life
by Nero Rain (nero__rain@hotmail.com)

Stifling a yawn, Maria pushed the blankets off of her body, stretching out 
and making sure not to disturb Trish, her bunkmate she'd been "Assigned" 
when she'd weaseled her way in as a permanent fixture on the RV. Kicking her 
legs off the bed, she stood up, her mind racing as she tried to collect her 
thoughts.

~I gotta talk to Tim.~ She thought, stretching out and standing up. Checking
herself over, she made sure she was decent, her nightshirt and Tim's boxers
were covering everything they needed to. Smiling as she moved towards the
door, she thought, ~Not that he hasn't seen it before...or kissed it...or
licked it...~

Giggling at the thought, she moved out of the bedroom and through the 
bathroom, making sure to open and close the doors as quietly as possible, 
the hum of the RV moving down the highway covering her sounds as she moved 
towards the drivers compartment. Reaching down for the latch, she took a 
deep breath, collecting her thoughts before she pulled on the handle softly, 
smiling as the door slid open.

Moving in and closing the door behind her, she smiled as she took the 
passengers seat, tucking her hair behind her ear and looking at him. Before 
she could stop herself from talking, she realized something.

~He didn't even look up...~

"Tim, can we..." Maria started, before he cut her off.

"You know what, Maria?" He asked, his voice eerily calm. "Sometimes, late at 
night, when you guys are all asleep, tucked into your nice, warm, cozy beds, 
I fantasize. Do you know what I fantasize about, Maria?"

"Umm..."

"A long, winding road." He said, a glint of joy coming into his eyes. "It's 
a wondrous road, Maria. Nothing but sharp turns, and some sort of gravity 
field from space that would let me drive as fast as I want without tipping 
the RV over on the aforementioned sharp turns. I haven't figured that part 
out yet." Smiling softly, he said, "Just whip around turn after turn, 
tossing you ravenous, bottomless pits of Divas out of your warm, cozy 
dreamland and onto the cold, hard reality of the floor. And do you know 
what's at the end of that mystical road, Maria?"

"Tim..."

"Sushi." He continued, oblivious to her words. "And cheesecake. Several 
kinds. And leftover pizza. Cold, succulent, day old pizza. And butterscotch 
ice cream tubs that have more than one measly spoon full left in them so 
that the person who ate the rest could claim it wasn't empty, thereby 
letting them off the hook to clean it. All of them, dancing around a big, 
open bonfire in some kind of pagan ritual as a whole, roasted pig spit 
roasts over it, just coated in brown sugar and honey sauce...."

Sighing, Maria asked, "Who, and what?"

"Trish." He said, still smiling a calm, unnerving smile. "My one and a half 
pound Kobe beef steak." Looking over at her, he added, "It was a marvelous 
cut of meat, Maria. I trimmed the fat myself. Had been marinating it for two 
days."

"Was it expensive?"

"Yes." He said. "And not the point."

"How expensive?"

"Very, very expensive. Out of my price range. And very, very hard to find. 
But do you know why I got it?"

"Umm..."

"Kobe talked to me, Maria." He said, nodding softly. "She was my soul. She 
was a part of me. We were destined to be together. I loved Kobe."

"Tim, you're worrying me..."

"Have you ever had a piece of meat talk to you, Maria?"

"No, just the person attached to it." She said, before quickly adding, "And 
that's what I came up here for."

"You came to talk about my Kobe?"

"I came to talk about your meat." She said. "Or, more accurately, what you 
plan on doing with it."

"I was going to eat Kobe." He said with a firm nod. "Ours was a physical 
love."

"Not that meat, Tim."

"Your talking about my dick, aren't you?"

"Yes I am."

"I like Kobe better. Can we talk about Kobe?"

"Do you ever want to use your meat on my meat again?"

"I had hopes of doing that, yes."

"Then the steak can wait."

"Kobe won't be happy." He said. "She haunts me in my dreams. Cries to me 
that Trish ate her. I didn't think such little women could eat so much..."

"Tim, drop the steak, or your getting dropped."

"You two would have gotten along. She had some zip to her to." Seeing the 
look on her face, he sighed. "What can I help you with, Maria?"

"I just wanted to talk to you and clarify where we stand." She said.

"Which would be where?"

"I'm leaning towards friends with benefits." She said.

"Where are you leaning from?"

Looking confused, she asked, "Huh?"

"You said you were leaning towards friends with benefits." He said. "Which 
means you had other options in mind. What are they?"

"Well, dating, for one." Maria said.

"I take it your not looking for a boyfriend?" He asked, images of Kobe 
joining in the dancing around the bonfire filling his head. ~She'd be the 
tribal chieftain~ Tim thought firmly.

"Not at the current time, no." She admitted.

"Any other leanings?"

"Stopping altogether." She offered.

"I don't like that option." He admitted. "But, hey, you're the boss..."

"No, you're the boss..."

"Which is why you have the final say." He explained. "So, when you make a 
firm decision, let me know."

"I'm gonna settle on friends with benefits." She said with a nod. "If that's 
alright with you."

"That's great for me." He said, smiling. Looking at her, he sighed. "Why are 
you wearing my underwear?"

Looking down, she smiled. "There more comfy than mine. Silk rules. And 
they're the Tasmanian Devil to boot!"

"People will ask questions if you start walking around with my underwear on."

"No one asked Trish questions." Maria said. Thinking, she corrected herself, 
saying, "Well, they asked where she got them and got her to show them, but 
other than that, no questions."

Whining softly, he asked, "How many people?"

"Umm..."

"Maria?"

"I really should be..."

"Telling me how many people before I book you in every gimmick match and 
stupid angle I can think of."

"Six...I think."

"Six?"

"Well...maybe...nine."

"Nine!" He yelled. "Maria, I only have like a dozen pairs of underwear!"

"I know." She said. "I got lucky and got one of the first ones. Mickie got 
stuck with Tweety Bird..."

"Oh my fucking god..." He sighed. Looking at her, he asked, "Who has my 
underwear?"

"Umm..."

"I'm thinking of a pregnancy angle..." He started, looking over at her. 
"With Viscera, Snitsky, and the Boogeyman fighting over who the father is."

"I know me." She said quickly. "Trish, Mickie...umm..."

"I'm leaning towards the Boogeyman..."

"Umm! Umm! Victoria!" Maria spat out, her mind racing for answers. 
"Candice..."

"That's five..."

"Oh fuck...umm...Jillian and Kristal grabbed one!" She said, tossing people 
under the bus left and right. "That was the first day they were here!"

"Seven." He said. "Two more. Come on, Maria. I might be persuaded to upgrade 
the father to at least one of the Highlanders..."

"I don't know!" She whined. Seeing him look at her, she thought with all of 
her might, trying to get the last two, when it hit her. "Traci and Gail! 
They were the first ones in!"

"Traci and Gail." He said, nodding. "I give them jobs..." He started, before 
adding, "And don't fuck Traci..." Before finishing. "And this is how I'm 
rewarded..."

"I'm sorry, Tim." She said softly. Looking at him, she said, "You can have 
them back, if you want. I'm sorry. It's just...I like them." Sighing, she 
looked down, holding them out. "I love Taz. I was super happy that I saw 
them before anyone else did..."

Sighing, he shook his head. Looking over at her, and seeing the look on her 
face, he whined. ~I'm not getting them back without upsetting her.~ He
thought. ~Are a pair of silk boxer shorts really worth upsetting Maria...and
the rest of them over?~ Letting his right hand drop from the steering wheel,
he motioned her over. "Come here."

Looking up at him, she sighed softly. "Tim, I don't have anything under 
them...I suppose I could try and sneak back..."

"Come, here." He said, patting his lap. Seeing her get up, slouched over, 
and move over to him, he hooked his arm around her quickly, pulling her into 
his lap so she wasn't blocking his view of the road. Letting her rest 
against his chest, he leaned down, kissing her softly. "Maria..." He said, 
before sighing. "You can keep the shorts." Seeing her face light up, he 
quickly said, "If!" Seeing her looking at him, he said, "If, somewhere down 
the road, when I ask you for a favor, you do it. Deal?"

"Deal!" She said quickly, diving into him and hugging him tightly. "Oh my 
god, thank you Tim!"

Trying to look around the mass of long brown hair in his face, he said, 
"Need to drive here."

Pulling back, she ducked down lower, hugging him tighter. "Thank you, thank 
you!"

"Your welcome, Maria." As she pulled back slightly, he smiled. "So, you got 
a friend with benefits, you got the boxers...which, please remind me to do 
laundry because I think I'm wearing my last clean pair... I'd say that's a 
good day, right?"

Smiling, she nodded, looking at his clock. "And it's only one AM!"

"I know." He said, nodding. "Now get that sexy ass of yours back to bed. I 
have driving to do. Someone insisted on seeing a movie in the next town..."

"It's a group outing!" She argued, standing up from his lap. "You're welcome 
to join us!"

"I'll pass." He said with a smile. "Now go, shoo, scat!" Giving her butt a 
quick slap, he smiled as she giggled, quickly opening the door to the 
drivers compartment and diving out ahead of another slap. Reaching down and 
grabbing the door handle, he flung the small door closed quietly, making 
sure not to wake up the sleeping beauties scattered around his living room 
before turning towards the road again, giving his hours of attention his 
full, undivided attention once again.

* * *

"Fuck, Victoria...fuck..."

Holding the young man tight to her body, Victoria moved in time with his 
thrusts, her arms wrapped around his shoulders as he continued to thrust 
into her softly pussy, her own moaning picking up as nails started to 
replace finger tips in his back.

Hissing softly, Tim kept thrusting, Victoria and Maria teaching him well and 
forcing him to keep going, even as he felt flesh being pulled away from his 
back, old wounds reopening and new ones adding on as he took it as the 
ultimate sign he was doing well, her verbal cries not good enough for him.

"Tim...Tim...stop..." Victoria said softly, her release running its course 
as a new feeling started coursing through her body. Feeling him slow to a 
stop, she pushed on his chest, lifting him up and off of her.

Smiling, he slid out of her pussy and laid down beside her, reaching his 
arms out to pull her close. "Did you..." He started, before she removed his 
hands from her.

"I gotta get dressed." She said quickly, sliding out of his grasp and off 
the bed.

Getting confused, he sat up, looking at her as she gathered up her clothes 
quickly. "Victoria, no one's around." He told her. "They all went to that 
movie, remember?"

"I know." She told him, pulling her panties and socks on.

"They why are you rushing like were gonna get caught?" He asked. "Doors are 
locked, no ones around..."

"I just wanna get going, ok?" She said, still not looking at him as she 
pulled her shirt and pants on.

Moving off the bed, He stood up, moving towards her. "Victoria, did I do 
something wrong?" He asked softly. "Did you say stop before and I didn't 
listen? I'm sorry..."

"You didn't do anything wrong." She told him. "I just want to get going..."

"I know, you already said that." He said, starting to pick up on her 
nervousness. As she went for the door, he moved over, pressing his hand 
against it and closing it before she could slide out. "Victoria, what is 
going on?"

"I told you, nothing!" She said, still not looking him in the eye as she 
tried to open the door again.

"Bullshit." He said flatly. "Look me in the eye and tell me that."

Looking him in the eye, and fighting to hold his gaze, she said, 
"Nothing..."

"You're lying." He told her. Before she could come up with something else, 
he said, "Vicky, you've been acting weird lately. Is someone bothering you? 
Am I bothering you? Am I doing something wrong? Because I'm not above 
changing. And if you need help, you know you can come to me with pretty much 
any problem."

Looking at him, she told him, "Tim, you can't solve every problem."

As she went for the door again, he pushed it closed, this time with some 
force as it slammed shut. "What does that mean?" He asked. When she didn't 
answer, he told her, "I'm starting to think that I've done something to piss 
you off, and you're not telling me."

Her eyes full of anger, Victoria snapped, "I told you, it's nothing! Can I 
please go?"

Looking at her, and seeing the anger on her face, Tim nodded softly, 
stunned. Opening the door, he said, "Go." When she started out the door, he 
added, "And maybe it's for the best that you don't come back."

Stopping in the door, she looked at him, her face a strange mix of 
confusion, and anger, and fear. Giving him a small nod, she said, "Maybe."

Turning and moving out of the room and through the bathroom, Victoria made a 
quick exit from the RV, moving towards the women's changing room as Tim 
closed his door softly. Locking it, he stumbled back towards the bed, taking 
a seat on the edge as he let his head drop into his hands. "What the fuck 
was that about?" He mumbled, still shaking his head as he tried to figure 
out what had caused him and Victoria to go from the throws of passion to 
deciding it was over in the matter of a few minutes.

Shaking his head, he pushed himself off the bed, ripping his condom off and 
tossing it towards the trash. Moving over towards his dresser, he opened the 
top drawer, scowling at the lack of underwear staring back at him. Looking 
around the room, he grumbled, "Victoria doesn't mind stealing my underwear, 
but can't give me an answer." Sighing, he reached into the drawer, knowing 
he had more important things to do than stand around and worry about another 
Victoria mood swing. Pulling out a pair of shorts, he quickly hopped into 
them, to tired to care about whether he should take a shower or not as he 
kicked the drawer closed, reaching down and opening up another drawer, 
pulling out a pair of shorts and pulling them over his legs.

Looking himself over, he sighed, reaching out and opening his shirt drawer. 
Looking down at it, he tilted his head to the side, whining as he peeked 
deeper into the small space, hoping his shirts had somehow crawled to the 
back and were hiding from his view, and not missing in action like he 
feared. Quickly realizing that they were in fact gone, he sighed again, 
starting to get tired of hearing the noise as he pulled a shirt on, moving 
away from the dresser, not tempting fate and seeing how many socks he had 
left.

Moving through the bathroom and into the kitchen, he reached for the door 
and snapped the lock shut, wanting peace as he took his seat at his table, 
opening up his laptop with groan, rubbing his throbbing temples as he waited 
for it to power up and let him get his work done so he could go back to 
sleep.

*Ring, ring*

Eyeing the phone, he shook his head, contemplating not answering it.

"It's never anything good." He reasoned, listening to the phone ring. "No 
Playboy Bunnies calling to seduce you."

*Ring, ring*

"Or even Vince to say thanks." He said.

*Ring, ring*

"If that's Trish trying to bum a ride to the arena..." He grumbled, reaching 
over and picking up the phone, punching it on and holding it to his ear. 
"What?"

"Tim?"

"Last time I checked, yes." He said. "Who's this?"

"Torrie." She said. Smiling, she added, "Didn't think it had been that long 
that you'd forget me..."

"I didn't forget you." He assured her. "Just having another in a long string 
of shit days."

"Did I call at a bad time?"

"If you waited for a good time, you might not get to call at all." He joked. 
"What can I do for you?"

"I was just calling to let you know I got all my shit cleared up." She said. 
"The divorce went through this morning, and I'm ready to come back, if you 
still want me back..."

"Of course." He told her firmly. Smiling, he made a note on his computer. 
"Someone needs to help Maria against Victoria and Candice."

"You just wrote that down, didn't you?"

"I did." He confirmed. "But whether I erase it or not depends on the answer 
to this next question?"

"Does it involve me on my knees?" She joked.

"What would you be doing on your knees?" He asked with a grin.

"Begging for my job?"

"You have a job." He promised her. "But no, not that question. The question 
is, how quick can you get back here?"

"How quick do you need me there?"

"Next week, if you can." He said. "I can have Maria come out and have a 
match with Candice and get jumped by Victoria, and say she's got someone 
waiting to help her out, which, by the way, would be you."

"Gee, I'd have never guessed." Torrie giggled. "And yes, I'll come in for 
next week. Like I said, I'm free and clear from here on out. Problems 
solved, moving on."

"I'm happy to hear that." He told her. "So I'll put that in the official 
notes for this week, which means I expect you to get your butt out here for 
next week, got it?"

Giggling, she told him, "Got it."

"I'm happy to hear that." He told her. "Missed you around here."

"I missed you guys to." She said, before smiling to herself. "And don't 
forget, I owe you for holding my spot for me."

"And don't forget." He said, making some more notes. "I told you that you 
don't owe me shit. It's like sports. You don't lose your spot to injury, 
even broken hearts."

"And don't forget..." She said, grinning. "I told you that was bullshit, and 
I owe you. You could have just sat me at home for needing time off, but you 
obviously didn't, so I owe you. No ifs, ands or buts. I always repay my 
debts."

Shaking his head, he said, "Whatever. If you think you owe me for doing my 
job, by all means, work with that. Whatever gets you back out here and 
wrestling for me, I'll take."

"Will do." She said, grinning from ear to ear. "I'll see you next week, 
Tim."

"See you then, Torrie." He said. "You do remember what time the show starts, 
right?"

"Hanging up now..."

"See you next week." He said, smiling as she hung up the phone. Shaking his 
head as he set the phone down, he looked at his notes, smiling as he started 
reworking Maria's angle, speeding it up to include the injection of Torrie. 
"Feisty little thing." He joked, his mood lifting slightly as he began to 
type again, ideas flowing into the computer.

* * *

Looking at the door in front of him, Tim scowled. He hated this door. Every 
time he went near this door, something shitty happened. Last time, he had a 
glass of Pepsi thrown in his face. The time before that, spat on. Shaking 
his head, he prepared for the worst as he gave the door a few heavy knocks, 
waiting for the customary bellow to come in before pushing open the door to 
the Divas locker room. Looking around, and seeing smiling faces, he smiled a 
bit, thinking he had gotten off lucky.

Then he spotted the scowling red head sitting in the corner, and his mood 
went to hell instantly.

"Here's this weeks notes." He said, trying to avoid eye contact with Lita, 
moving down the line of Divas, handing them notes.

"Tim, can we..." Victoria started, before he blew past her, dropping her 
notes into her lap as he moved on to Trish, holding hers out.

"If you're not on the show tonight, which there are very few who aren't, 
feel free to head out early." He told them, moving to Lita and holding out 
her notes. When she looked at him and scowled, he tossed them towards her, 
not in the right mood to deal with her. "Take them or not, I don't give a 
shit." He told her. "You're not on it anyway. The only reason your still 
here is because Edge begged Vince to keep you around without pay, so I'm 
just going to do us both a huge favor and just not print your notes off, ok? 
Save some trees..."

As Tim moved on towards the next Diva, Mickie, sitting several stalls down, 
Lita stood up. "Why aren't I on the show?" She spat. "I sell more than 
almost every other Diva in the company..."

"Which means exactly jack shit to me because you refuse to go to wrestling 
practice." He said, continuing down the line, handing out papers, avoiding 
eye contact with the red head stalking in behind him.

"We've been over this a million fucking times!" She yelled. "I! Do! Not! 
Need! Wrestling! Practice!"

Turning to glare at her, Tim snapped. "You need more practice than any 
fucking person around here! He bellowed. "The fucking lighting guy could 
pull off a better match than you! You! Are! A! Human! Fucking! Lawn! Dart!"

"You fucking prick!"

"You fucking worthless cum bucket!" He shouted. "Why don't you just hurry up 
and kill yourself and fucking leave me alone!" Seeing her go to spit some 
more venom, Tim threw his hands up, tossing the notes around as the Divas 
stood up to break up another fight. "Fuck it, I don't care!" He shouted. 
"There's the notes, read them, I'm fucking leaving!"

Spinning around and storming from the locker room, he pushed past Trish, who 
was attempting to keep him from blowing a blood vessel in his brain, and 
Victoria, who was looking at him with big, wide eyes, and threw the door 
open, shattering plaster on the wall as the door rattled with the impact. 
Rearing back and kicking a trash can, he sent it sprawling down the hallway 
as he walked back towards his RV.
 
Moving down the hallway, he ran his fingers through his hair, trying, to 
calm his frayed nerves down. "Pizza." He told himself. "You need pizza...and 
a nice, tall, cold glass of Coke...and some wings...and oof!"

Stumbling backwards from the impact into his stomach, Tim scrambled to keep 
his footing, his anger returning as he snapped his head up, looking around 
for Orton or Batista, wondering which one had decided it would be funny to 
gut punch the booker this time. Seeing Traci falling to the ground, he moved 
to her, holding out his hand and taking hers, helping her to her feet 
quickly.

"Shit, Traci, I'm sorry." He said, looking her over quickly, making sure she 
wasn't hurt or bleeding. "I just wasn't looking..." Looking down at her, and 
seeing her face, he asked, "What's wrong?" Sniffling softly, she tried to 
shake her head, but Tim stopped her. "I'm tired of hearing "Nothing" today, 
so don't even." He told her. "What is wrong? You look like you're scared 
shitless."

"Tim, it's ok..."

"I'm going to give you till the count of three to tell me what's wrong." He 
told her. "And if you don't tell me by the count of three, I'm going to 
assume it's so traumatic that you can't talk about it, and therefore need 
some time off the road to recover. One...two..."

"Someone made some...unwanted advances." She said softly.

"Who is someone?" He said, trying to smile and put her at ease as murderous 
rage built up in his body, not having far to go after dealing with Lita and 
Victoria all day.

"Tim..."

"One..."

"Orton." She said, looking away. "He didn't do...anything, just...I don't 
know." She said softly. "I didn't feel comfortable saying no, put it that 
way. I all but had to mace him to get him to stop."

"Ok." He said, giving her a nod and pulling her in for a hug, putting on a 
happy face as she relaxed in his arms. "Don't worry about it. I'll take care 
of it, ok?" When she looked at him and tried to say something, he put his 
finger over her lips, nodding slowly as he smiled wide. "Shhhh..." He told 
her. "I'll deal with it. That's what I get paid to do, remember?" When she 
nodded a bit, he pulled back. "There's some notes scattered around the 
dressing room floor. Go grab one. You have a big match tonight, missy."

"I do?" She asked softly.

"You do." He said, skillfully changing the topic. "Get to wrestle Jillian on 
Extreme. Gonna be your first match on Extreme."

"Thank you Tim!" She said, hugging him tightly.

"No problem." He said, breaking apart slightly. "Now, excuse me, but I gotta 
go finish up some work." Looking at her, he grinned. "Don't forget, you're 
the newbie. Your turn to cook tonight." When she nodded and giggled, he 
broke apart, moving past her as his smile slowly fell, turning into a scowl 
as he moved down the hallway. Making a turn, he grabbed the first stagehand 
he could find, pulling him aside. "Where is Orton?" He asked. When the guy 
gave him a blank stare, Tim held his hand a few inches above his head. 
"Randy Orton? Bout this tall? Constant shit eating grin on his face? Ring 
any bells?"

"Last I saw, that way." The guy said, pointing down the hallway.

Giving the guy a pat on the shoulder, Tim continued down the hallway, 
sighing as he saw Stephanie walk out from around a corner, spotting him.

"Tim!"

"In a minute." He said, locking onto his target as he picked up speed.

Looking between Tim and Randy, Steph had a fairly good idea what was about 
to happen, and started moving quickly towards Tim, trying to cut him off 
before he made it to Randy, but falling short as Tim gained the large mans 
attention.

"Orton!"

~To late...~ Stephanie thought, picking up speed in an effort to at least 
stop the confrontation from becoming a slugfest.

Turning away from the stagehand he was talking to, and towards Tim, Randy 
smiled. "Tim! Leader of the cheerleaders..."

"We have a problem." Tim said, not returning his smile.

"Ribs still hurt from last week?" Randy asked.

"Ribs are fine." He told him. "I was referring to something you said to one 
of my Divas. Something I thought several months worth of therapy and a 
suspension would have gotten out of you."

Shrugging, Randy told him, "What can I say? I'm set in my ways."

"Are you fucking retarded?" Tim spat, yanking his arm away as Steph finally 
caught up to him. "No means no, asshole."

"If she meant no." Randy told him. "I could tell, she didn't mean no."

Seeing more wrestlers quickly taking an interest to the situation, and 
Batista quickly moving to Orton's side, Tim knew it might be best to put it 
to bed quickly. "Why are you always picking on my Divas?" He asked. "A 
professional man whore like you must have a skank in every town."

"I probably do."

"Then why?"

"Because I can." He told Tim. Shrugging, he said, "The cunts around here 
love that shit."

His fists balling up, Tim gritted his teeth, wanting so badly to punch the 
smug grin off of Orton's face, but knowing it wouldn't be healthy for his 
job security, or, with Batista standing by his side, his physical health. 
Realizing that if he stood there to much longer and traded barbs with the 
wrestler, it was going to come to that, he pointed at him. "This is your 
last warning." He told him. "There big girls. They do what they want. But no 
means no. And if you don't follow that, next time, I will fucking end you."

Turning around and storming off, Tim ignored the calls from Orton to come 
back, knowing any return to the scene of the argument would be done charging 
and with violence intended.

Watching as Tim rounded the corner and headed to the parking garage, 
Stephanie turned towards Orton. "Cunts?" She asked. "One more comment like 
that, and you're heading back for another ninety days of sensitivity 
training. Got it?" When he shrugged and walked away, Batista in tow, 
Stephanie did the same, racing after Tim, intent on catching the young man 
before he went postal. Spotting him heading out the ramp towards the 
parking, she picked up the pace, her shoes clacking off the cement floor as 
she thought about calling out to him, but knowing it would be pointless, 
that in his mood, he wouldn't stop for a train wreck.

Putting on the afterburners, Stephanie reached out, grabbing Tim by the 
shoulder and dragging him to a stop with her best horse collar tackle as he 
whipped around, glaring at her.

"What?"

"Tim...slow...down..." She panted softly.

"What do you want?" He asked. Pointing towards the backstage area, he said, 
"I don't know if you noticed, but I'm not in a real great mood today."

"No shit." She said, slowly catching her breath. "Look, Tim, you know I like 
you and everything, but you need to calm down." She told him. "You can't be 
going around threatening wrestlers."

"But they can go around sexually harassing my Divas?" He asked. Before she 
could answer, he told her, "Fuck no. If Vince won't do shit about it, I'll 
do shit about it."

"And get fired?" She asked. "For what? To get a little revenge on Orton? And 
then what? He comes back..."

"Assuming I don't cripple him..."

"And does it all over again, and you're not here to stop him, because you're 
sitting at home unemployed." She finished.

"So, pretty much, I'm fucked." He said. "I can let him do what he wants, or 
I can get fired for standing up for my Divas?"

"Since when have they been "Your" Divas?"

"Since your father put me in charge of them and told me I had control." He 
said. "If one of them quits because Orton decides to revert to grade school 
and shit in their bags, I lose a talent. And your father isn't helping me 
one fucking bit!"

"Then let me help you!" She said. "Tim, I really don't want to see you 
fired. I can't suspend Orton like my dad can, but I do the writing. I can 
book him out of matches. Put him in the mid card. I can punish him, even if 
you don't think I can. Just let me help you."

"You don't understand..."

"No, you don't understand." Stephanie said. "Save for raping someone, Orton 
isn't getting fired. He's be suspended like half a dozen times, been linked 
to steroids, the whole nine, and he's still here. He's not going anywhere. 
No matter how much you think your job is important, to Vince, it's not. He 
likes the money, but he'd shit can you in a heartbeat if he though it was 
you or Orton. Believe that."

Letting out a long breath, Tim ran his fingers through his hair. "Then what 
the fuck am I supposed to do?" He asked softly.

"Next time, come to me." She said. "I'm the one you report to, so any 
further incidents like this, tell me. Got it?"

"And you'll do something?" He asked. "Because I'm sick of seeing that dick 
bag getting pushed to the moon after I report him for shit."

"I'll do what I can." She promised him.

Shaking his head, he motioned towards the back. "What the fuck is Batista 
doing here, anyways?" He asked. "Isn't that shaved ape on Smackdown?"

"He got transferred back." She grumbled. "Hunter wanted him on the same show 
as him, and viola, he's dropped into my lap." Looking at Tim, she said, "And 
his bimbo came with him."

"Does his bimbo wrestle?"

"Not a bit."

Smiling, he patted her on the shoulder. "Good luck with bimbo."

As Tim turned and walked away from her, Steph shook her head, grinning 
slightly. "Gee, your all heart." She said.

As Steph turned and moved back towards the backstage area, Tim made his way 
towards his RV, reaching up and opening his door, pulling himself in and 
going straight towards the bedroom, needing some rest. Pulling up his shirt, 
he moved through the bathroom, slowing down so he could navigate into the 
bedroom without walking into anything.

"Oooooo, take it all off, Tim!"

Pulling his shirt off and looking into his room, he sighed. "Trish..."

"Come on, come on..." She teased. "Just the pants and underwear left."

"I have shoes and socks on." He noted.

"I don't care about them." She teased. Seeing his face, she shook her head. 
"Not in a good mood?"

"Am I ever?"

"Sometimes." She said. "Ready for our nap?"

Sighing, he rubbed his forehead with his hands. "Trish, I'm having a piss 
poor day, and I don't want to take it out on you."

"You're not going to take it out on me." She told him firmly, scooting over 
and off the bed, moving over to him and taking his arm in hers, leading him 
towards the bed. Reaching around to his front, she grabbed the belt on his 
jeans, unhooking them and letting them drop to the floor. "You're going to 
get into bed, relax, and tell Trish all about your shitty day." She informed 
him. "Stay facing that way. I gotta change."

"Can I help you?" He asked, grinning slightly. "You seem adept at helping 
me."

"I'm adept at undoing your belt." She said. "Without grabbing cock, I might 
add. I'm not so sure you could do the same without grabby hands."

"How did you learn that skill, anyways?"

"You fall asleep on your stomach a lot. If you do that with a belt on, it 
might hurt." She told him, quickly stripping nude before reaching into her 
drawer, pulling out his underwear and pulling them on, grabbing a shirt and 
pulling it over herself. Grabbing his arm again, she waited for him to kick 
off his shoes, socks and pants before moving over to the bed, laying him 
down before assuming her spot beside him. "So, spill. What's so shitty?"

"How often do you take off my pants?"

"Excuse me?"

Looking at her, he asked, "You seem very...skilled at it. How often?"

"Once or twice a week." She told him. "Can't have a sore booker, can we?"

"Would this be going back to my sushi for sex suggestion?"

"No. Now, quit stalling, and spill."

"Trish..."

"I'm not letting you out of this bed until you spill."

Looking at her with a grin, he asked, "And that's supposed to make me want 
to talk?"

"Alright, correction." She said. Reaching over, she started poking him 
softly. "Not gonna stop doing this until you spill. I want a happy booker. 
Happy booker means happy Trish. I like being happy, Tim."

Letting his head fall back, Tim groaned. "There are some things I can't tell 
you about. There personal, ok?" When she nodded, he told her, "If you can 
deal with the vagueness of it, I'll tell you. Deal?"

"Deal." She told him. "You know you can tell me anything."

"Ok...umm...." He said, smiling. "Trying to figure out how to vague this 
up."

"Do your best, booker man."

"I have this...special friendship..."

"You're fucking someone."

"Thank you, oh blunt one." He said with a grin. "I never said that. Anyways, 
as you well know, I'm not making many new friends around here as is." He 
told her. "Been here for months, most people still hate me."

"Hate is a strong word."

"And the right one." He said. 

"The Divas like you."

"Which is all I care about." He told her. "Anyways, me and this friend are 
having a weird patch right now. Our...special friendship..."

"Fucking."

"Again, not saying that. It's kinda going weird." He said. "Not, like, cover 
her in lube and use her for a slip and slide weird, but...we have an issue 
between us, that she thinks is one, I don't, and she's been acting strange 
lately on top of it..."

"You need to lay better wood."

"I lay plenty good wood, or so I'm told." He told her with a grin. "Ever 
fall for my sushi trap, and you'll find that out." When she giggled, he 
continued, "And, Lita. I don't think I have to explain that one."

"Ah, no."

"And, when I'm done fighting with Lita today, I go storming out, and Traci 
runs headlong into me, looking like she's gonna bawl, saying Orton was 
sexually harassing her. So I go and bitch him out, but there's nothing I can 
really do about it, because he's one of Vince's boys, and I'm just the 
retard who got stuck with the Divas."

"You have had a shitty day." She told him.

"I have." He said. "Been a shitty few weeks. Had some bright spots." Looking 
at her, he grinned. "Our sushi time was nice."

"It was."

"And, Torrie called after me and my...special friend had an argument this 
morning, and told me she'd be coming back next week."

"That's good news." Trish told him. "I need someone to help drown out 
Maria's snoring." When he grinned, she asked, "So, this special friendship 
thing...you are fucking someone, correct?"

"That's one of the things I'd like not to talk about."

"Why not?"

"Because."

"Ah, good point." She said sarcastically.

"Anyways, it just seems that I'm spending more time putting out fires lately 
than I am doing real work, and it's starting to take it's toll." He said 
with a sigh. "My head feels like it's going to implode half the time."

Grinning, she told him, "Tim, you need to get laid."

Looking at her, he smiled. "You offering?"

"No."

"Shit." When she giggled, he said, "Getting laid isn't a problem..."

"So I was right about fuck buddy?"

"I never said that."

"Can I ask a question?" She asked, smiling at him.

"Trish..."

Leaning up slowly, Trish kissed his neck softly, catching him off guard, but 
making him moan softly. "Please, Tim? Just one?" She asked, peppering his 
neck with kisses.

"Yes..."

"Is this special friend the same special friend who's panties I found on 
your floor that night I came and picked up Mickie?" Trish asked, giving him 
a few soft licks to seal her question.

"Yes..."

Pulling back, he mission accomplished, she smiled. "So, which Diva is it?"

Looking confused, more so that her lips were gone than he question, he 
asked, "What?"

"Which. Diva. Is. It?" She asked, grinning at him.

Shaking his head, he told her, "Trish, you know I can't sleep with Divas..."

"You can't hit on us." She said. "I've read your little rules list, Tim. You 
can pound us all night if we do the hitting on. And, since we're half the 
country away from that night, you don't fly, and I never see anyone 
following us, it has to be one of us. So, who is it?"

Realizing he had been found out, Tim went ghostly white, all the color 
draining from his face. "Trish..."

"Tim, I'm not going to rat you out." She promised him. "Shit, if Vince knew 
about us napping together, you'd probably get fired. Notice I don't tell 
anyone that?" When he nodded, she said, "Who is it?"

"Trish..." He whined softly. "I can't tell you that. It might get them..."

"Them?" Trish asked, her smile picking up. Seeing him whine, she giggled. 
"Please, Tim, I promise, I won't tell. Please?"

"Trish..." He said, shaking his head. "Please, I promised I wouldn't say 
anything. And me telling you will get me in all kinds of shit, not just with 
them, but with Vince. Lita would love to find out because it could probably 
get me fired."

Nodding, Trish's face fell a little bit. "You're right." She said softly. 
"I'm sorry."

"It's ok..."

"How many are them?"

Looking at her, he said, "Excuse me?"

"You said "Get them in trouble."." She said. "Them is plural."

"I know." He said. "I passed second grade English."

"How many is them?" Seeing him go to fight, she whined. "Please, Tim? If you 
give me numbers, I won't ask for names. Promise." Holding up her hand, she 
said, "Shake on it."

Sighing, he realized he wasn't getting his nap without telling her, and she 
was being persistent about something that wasn't a big deal to her. "No 
names?" He said. When she nodded, he took her hand, shaking it. "I will bury 
you if you keep after me about this. I'm talking making ménage au trios with 
Viscera and Big Dick Johnson type of buried."

"Eww, and got it." She said. "Promise."

Sighing, he let his head fall back, making sure he got the numbers right. 
"Four."

"Four?" She asked, giggling. When he nodded, she poked him softly. "You 
little stud muffin you."

"Not quite." He said. "It's looking like it's down to three, after today."

"Why?" She asked. Seeing the look on his face, she quickly told him, "If you 
can tell me without giving away a name, tell me. If not, I'll drop it."

Nodding, he thought it over, trying to figure out how to explain it without 
getting himself in any more shit. "This person, and I, have had an on going 
argument about a barrier between us, with me telling her it's not a problem 
for me, but she keeps insisting that it is. This morning, after we...did it, 
she acted really weird, and wouldn't talk to me. I tried to figure out what 
was wrong, but she wouldn't say, and started acting mad at me for wanting to 
help her, so I finally just told her that I think it would be better if we 
stopped. She didn't argue, so I let it drop." Sighing softly, he added, 
"She's been trying to talk to me all day, but I keep blowing her off. My 
days been going shitty as it is, and I don't need to fight with her."

Nodding, Trish told him, "You should talk to her." Looking at him, she said, 
"What's it gonna hurt? If you like her, you wouldn't want to throw that away 
just because of your pride."

"I suppose." He said. Reaching down and curling his arm under her, he pulled 
her closer. "After our nap. Now shut up." As Trish giggled and curled up 
against him, he looked down at her, smiling, before tilting his head back, 
and scowling. "Are you wearing my underwear?"

Looking down, she nodded, before looking back up, a proud smile on her face. 
"I got Marvin The Martian. My favorite." Hearing him grumbled, she giggled. 
"What?"

"I only have...had like a dozen pair of underwear you know." He said. 
"Apparently, I'm down to like three now."

"You should buy some more then." She giggled. "I could use some more."

Looking at her, he shook his head. "I have half a mind to rip the fucking 
things off and take them back."

Arching her eyebrow, she cooed, "You can touch me anyway you want, Tim..."

Shaking his head, he leaned back as she continued to giggle. "Shut up." He 
told her. "And get to sleep."

"Whatever you say, you big strong stud muffin you."

"Shut up, or I will take my underwear back."

"You can..."

"Sleep. Now."

Smiling, Trish let her head rest on his chest, closing her eyes as she got 
her giggling under control, taking a few deep breaths to calm herself before 
trying to get back into a sleeping mood, making sure Tim drifted off before 
she allowed herself to relax fully.

* * *

"I don't think its Maria who needs drowning out."

Looking over at Tim as he pulled his jeans on, facing away from her, she 
smiled. "Are you insinuating that I snore?"

"No, I'm flat out telling you that you do." He told her. "You sound like a 
bull moose."

Scoffing, Trish reached out and hit him on the shoulder. "I do not! Only fat 
people snore that loud."

"Well, you do have plenty of weight on your chest..."

Hitting him again, she said, "You are in a mood today, aren't you?"

"I'm trying to joke." He told her. "Joking helps my head not hurt."

Pulling her shirt on, she grinned. "You do joke very well. But I don't 
snore."

"It's like a chain saw going through a fully revved up Mac truck..."

"I'm never napping with you again." Trish said with a grin as she pulled her 
jeans on. "Same time next week?"

"Whenever I get tired." He told her. "Happens every so often."

"You know, for a guy who claims to be an insomniac..." She said, patting him 
on the shoulder, giving him the sign that the coast was clear. "You sure nap 
a lot."

Turning to face her, he reached for the door, unlocking it and opening it up 
for her. "That's because you talk me into it. Who could say no to napping 
with you?"

Giggling, she moved out through the door. "Anyone who knew that it was a 
nookie free nap."

"I dunno." He said, grinning. "I got some kisses out of you. I'm wearing you 
down."

"You got kisses because I wanted info." She said.

"I think I'm wearing you down." He said, moving out into the kitchen. 
Looking up and spotting a short blonde standing by his table, his mind raced 
down the options. ~Trish? Right in front of you. Torrie? Still at home. 
Ashley...?~ "Umm, hello?"

As the blonde turned to face the nappers, Trish's face lit up, making her 
surge across the room. "Terri!" She squealed happily, pulling the ex-Diva in 
for a hug. "Oh my god, how are you?"

"Good!" Terri said, smiling as Trish pulled back, her face still beaming. 
"You didn't tell me you guys were gonna be doing tapings in town..."

"Ohmygod, I forgot!" Trish said, slapping her hand over her mouth. "I've 
been so busy with shows, and signings, and..."

"It's no problem." Terri giggled. "I keep an eye on the site to see when you 
guys are rolling through my neck of the woods." Looking around Trish and 
smiling at Tim, she asked, "You Trish's new man?" Looking at Trish, she 
grinned. "Landed a cute one, Trishy..."

"Umm, no." Trish said softly, smiling. "Not my boyfriend. Still single." 
Pointing at Tim, Trish said, "This is our booker, Tim Cutler."

Looking at the young man as he rocked back and forth on his heels, she 
asked, "Your booker?"

Holding out his hand, Tim smiled. "I'm the booker for the Divas. Vince 
brought me in a while back to look after these pack of freaks..."

"Hey!"

"...And I accepted the job because they are great to work with." He 
finished, smiling at Trish. "Especially Trish. But don't tell anyone I said 
that."

Taking his hand and shaking it, Terri smiled at Trish. "So the girls got 
their own boss, huh?"

"Our own boss, more TV time, and our own web show." Trish said with a proud 
smile. "All because of Tim here."

Looking at Tim, Terri joked, "Where were you when I was around?"

"Umm...probably finishing high school." He said. "Early."

Smiling, Terri said, "You got a young one here, Trishy."

As Terri and Trish giggled at the joke, Tim blushed softly, trying to find 
somewhere to be other than between the two giggling blondes. "Well, if you 
guys will excuse me, I have some stuff I have to work out." He said. "Gotta 
go lobby Steph and try to get a good spot on the show..."

"No problem, sweetie." Terri said, making him blush worse. "It was nice to 
meet you."

Taking her hand and shaking it, he told her, "It was nice to meet you to, 
Ms. Runnells..."

"Terri."

"Tim's big on manners." Trish said with a grin.

"So I see." Terri said.

"...I've always been a fan of yours." He finished.

Arching her eyebrow, Terri smiled. "Have you now?" When he nodded, she 
asked, "So if I was looking to get a job around here and get back into it, 
you'd have a place for me?"

"Unless you wanna be a full time wrestler, then no. That's what I look 
after." He said. "And now, if you'll excuse me..."

Seeing his red cheeks and Trish's smiling face, Terri moved into his path, 
blocking his exit. "Do you think I have the look to be a wrestler around 
here?" She asked.

Looking at her, he asked, "The look?"

Nodding, she told him, "Well, it's no secret honey, Vince doesn't hire ugly 
girls. So, do I have the look?"

"Tim does the hiring now." Trish offered, knowing it would be of no help to 
Tim but of great use to Terri's teasing.

"You do?" She asked, smiling at him. When he nodded, she smiled. "So, do I?"

Realizing he wasn't getting out of there with any shame left, he nodded, 
blushing madly. "Your look is as beautiful as always, and if you'd want to 
wrestle, I'd be willing to work with you." He told her, before moving her to 
the side. "Gotta go."

As Tim made a quick exit from the RV, Trish and Terri waited for the door to 
close before bursting out laughing, both of them doubling over as they 
howled. Wiping her eyes dry, Terri stood up, shaking her head.

"God, Trish, you have a cutie on your hands there." She said, smiling at the 
other Diva. "Don't let him sweet talk you into bed."

Moving past Terri to the fridge, Trish opened it and grabbed a soda, holding 
it up and giving it to Terri before taking one herself. "Tim is anything but 
smooth." Trish told her. "And I think he bed is plenty full."

Smirking at Trish as she took a drink of her pop, Terri offered, "There's 
always room for someone else in the bed."

Gawking at the older Diva, Trish said, "You like him, don't you?" Seeing it 
was Terri's turn to blush, Trish laughed. "What the hell did you used to 
call it? Taking a shine to him?"

Shrugging, Terri said, "What can I say? He's cute. But if he was in high 
school when I was here, then I'm way to old for him."

Smiling, Trish shrugged back. "You never know unless you try, now do you?"

Looking at Trish, Terri asked, "Are you trying to hook me up with your boss? 
What, aren't you getting matches or something?"

"I'm getting more matches now than I ever got before." Trish said. "Not 
saying it for that. I'm just saying, you know?"

"Yea, I know." Terri said, shaking her head. "I just don't trust you."

Smiling, Trish shrugged, her shoulders, leaning back against the counter. 
"Just offering suggestions." She mused, taking a sip of her soda as she 
smiled.

* * *

Shaking his head as he moved down the long hallway, Tim looked over his 
notes, trying to figure out where to start. "I should start by talking to 
Victoria..." He mumbled, looking over his notes again, hoping something else 
would pop up at him that didn't involve the pissed off Diva.

"Booker! Booker!"

"I just wish she'd talk to me..."

"Booker! Fuck...what's your stupid name?"

Stopping and looking behind him, Tim rolled his eyes and sighed as he 
realized that the large mass of muscles huffing and puffing down the hallway 
wasn't calling for Booker T, but him. "It's Tim." He said. "What do you 
want, Batista?"

Rumbling to a stop in front of Tim, Dave Batista put on a big grin. "Tim?" 
He asked. When Tim nodded, he held out his hand. "Batista. I don't think 
we've been properly introduced..."

"Yea, I seem to remember something about Orton elbowing me in the ribs and 
bruising two of them while you tripped me into a guard rail." Tim said 
flatly. "I think we've been introduced all I want. What do you want?"

"Get right to the point. I like that." Batista said with a smile. "Listen, I 
just got shifted back over to Raw a few days ago, and I brought someone with 
me, and I was hoping you could help me out a little bit..."

"Forgive me if I don't jump at the chance to help you." Tim said. "Who is 
someone?"

"Rebecca. Sexy girl, bout this tall?" Dave said, holding his hand up to a 
vague guess at Rebecca's height.

"That describes about every girl around here." Tim said. "Be more specific."

"Alright, my girlfriend." Dave said. "Happy now?"

"Don't you have a wife?" Tim asked.

"I want you to put Rebecca in some matches." Dave said, ignoring Tim's jab. 
"She's got it in her head she wants to wrestle, so I figured I'd ask you to 
do me this favor."

"Does she have any training?" Tim asked, slowly becoming aware of who he was 
talking about. ~Batista's DS cock-socket.~ Tim thought. ~I thought I stuck
her with Steph?~

Shaking his head, Batista waved his hands. "Doesn't need any..."

"If she's going to be stepping into a ring with one of my Divas, she needs 
training." He said. "Send her down to OVW, get her some training, and I'll 
consider it. Until then, no. Go talk to Steph. She deals with the non-
wrestling Divas, not me."

Getting visibly upset that the much smaller man hadn't done what he 
requested right away, Batista told him in a firm voice, "Listen, it doesn't 
matter if she can wrestle or not. Trained, untrained, women on TV are a 
waste of space. All they do is prance around, act tough and take up TV time 
that could be used for the boys."

"Are you fucking serious?" Tim asked, quickly losing his patience with the 
larger man. "This coming from an Ultimate Warrior clone? You wanna talk 
about wastes of space? How about you, Captain Rope Shaker, and your running 
buddy Orton, Captain Headlock!" Pointing at Batista, he spat, "My Divas work 
ten times harder than you, have ten times the moves you do, can cut a promo 
without cue cards..." Smiling, he took his final shot, adding, "And I'm 
betting most, if not all of them could pass a piss test without masking 
agents." Seeing Batista's somewhat restrained demeanor completely evaporate, 
Tim pushed past him. "When she gets training, let me know. She is hot, so 
I'm sure I can find something for her to do...even if it's not on TV."

Moving out into the main area, and quickly getting lost in the shuffle, Tim 
smiled at himself, proud at his upper hand in the sparring contest as he 
quickly ducked into another hallway, knowing the larger man would want to 
tip the scales in his advantage, probably with a beating, and not wanting to 
go down that road. "Besides." He grumbled, starting down the hallway. "Gotta 
find Victoria..."

Shaking his head, Tim walked down the hallway, honestly not knowing where 
Victoria might be in the massive building, but determined to find her. 
Rounding the corner and walking down the hallway, he smiled as he spotted 
Mickie running in place, her back to him and oblivious to the young man 
watching her body with rabid interest. Seeing her bend over, Tim smiled as a 
plan formed in his mind, looking around and making sure they were alone in 
the hallway, grabbing his clipboard tight to keep it from making noise as he 
crept up behind her, moving as quickly as he could without making a noise.

Stretching her arms out, Mickie reached out as far as she could, stretching 
her back as she bent over at the waist, looking down the hallway before 
closing her eyes, relaxing as she tried to get ready for her match.

*SLAP!!!!*

Bolting upright with murderous intentions, Mickie spun around, her eyes 
alight with fire as she started to yell, "Who the fuck..." Before she saw 
who was shaking their hand at the stinging her pleather pants had caused on 
the slap. "Tim!"

Smiling, Tim grabbed her around the waist, pulling her aside and ducking 
into a small hiding spot. Leaning down, he offered her a kiss, something she 
gladly took, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him close as his 
hands slid around from her hips, cupping her booty, making her moan.

Breaking apart, he smiled. "I saw that big booty sticking up in the air, and 
I just had to tap that ass." He said, rubbing her squirming butt. "Sorry if 
I crossed the line..."

"New rule." Mickie said, smiling. "Booty spankings are on the menu, 
anytime."

"I'll remember that." He promised her, kissing her again.

Smiling around the kiss, Mickie held him closely, happy with the fact that 
Tim had made the first move for the first time. Pulling back, she smiled a 
wide smile. "Looking for a sucking, are we? I have time before my match..."

"Not right now." He said, kissing her to stop her from pouting. "Was looking 
for Victoria. Have you seen her?"

"I think she's down by catering." She said, leaning up for another kiss. 
"Are you busy later?"

"Not that I can think of." He said. "Why?"

"Well..." She said, trailing off as she smiled. "I was wondering if you'd 
want to hook up for some sushi and sucky?"

Nodding, he grinned. "I'll get the sushi."

"No, no, don't worry about it." She said softly. "I'll get it. You sprung 
for it last time."

"If you insist." He said, kissing her neck softly. "Your so kissable..."

"I try." She mused, holding him close. Smiling, she asked, "Are you sure you 
don't want one for the road?"

Shaking his head, he grinned. "I really, really do, but I don't have time." 
He said. Moving up and kissing her full on the lips again, he smiled. "But 
I'll let you make it up to me two fold tonight, ok?"

"I'll hold you to that." Mickie said, letting her arms drop as he broke 
apart.

Smiling, Tim moved away from Mickie and let her get back to her stretching 
as he moved down the hallway, looking for his angry women's champion. Moving 
around the corner and towards catering, he spotted her, picking away at the 
layout of food, still not looking especially happy, and he knew he was the 
cause.

Moving over to her, he slid in beside her, trying to smile. "Hey."

Hearing his voice, Victoria didn't turn. "What?"

Looking around to make sure no one was around, he leaned in, telling her, 
"Victoria, we need to talk..."

"Great idea!" She said, turning to face him. "Why didn't I think of that? Oh 
wait, I did. Twice!" She snapped, spinning on her heel and moving towards 
the exit.

Quickly following her, Tim knew he had to settle this now, whether he liked 
it or not. "I deserved that..."

"Of course you did!" She hissed, turning to face him. Pointing at him, she 
said, "I tried talking to you, and you blew me off like a piece of garbage!"

Grabbing her hand, Tim power walked backwards, pulling her aside against her 
struggles. Putting her so he was between her and an exit, he took a deep 
breath, running his fingers through his hair. "Victoria, I'm confused, and 
mad, and just having an all around rotten day. I didn't mean to blow up at 
you this morning, and I'm sorry, but, god, what is getting you so upset?"

Crossing her arms over her chest, she glared at him. "You didn't seem 
interested in finding out earlier." She said. "Why the fuck should I tell 
you now?"

"Because I'm an asshole." He said, rubbing his eyes. "Because I fucked up, 
and I'm sorry." Looking at her, he added, "And because I care about you, 
Victoria." Seeing her go to say something, he quickly added, "And not just 
because we've been having sex. I care about you as a person, as one of my 
top performers, as a friend. If the sex has to stop so we can be friends, I 
promise, I won't be mad." Seeing her stop trying to interrupt, he added, 
"But every time we make love lately, you seem so upset after we're done, and 
I'd like to know why."

Sighing softly, Victoria rolled her eyes upward, mimicking his actions and 
running her fingers through her hair. "It's not you, Tim." She said. "It's 
me."

Nodding, he asked, "What are you upset with yourself about?"

Knowing she wasn't getting away without saying it, she said softly, "I'm 
upset with myself for sleeping with you again." Looking up at him, she said, 
"Tim, no matter what you may tell yourself, I am to old for you. And I 
shouldn't be taking over your life with my needs..."

"Whoa, whoa, hold up." He said, holding up his hands. "Victoria, if you 
don't want to sleep with me because I'm no good, or you want more in life, 
or you just don't want to, then fine. But I'm a big boy. I can make up my 
own mind, and you are not taking over my life. You're a key part in it." 
Reaching out and putting his hands on her hips, he pulled her closer. "A 
very good part in it. And if I didn't want you in my life, I wouldn't take 
you into my bed, and into my heart." Deciding to take a chance, he leaned 
forward, kissing her softly on the lips. Noting she didn't reject him 
outright, he took it as a moral victory. "Victoria, when I spend time with 
you, be it in the bed or out of it, I cherish every moment of it. I love 
spending time with you, and it hurts me to think that you don't love 
spending time with me."

"I do love spending time with you..." She started. "But I'm too..."

Cutting her off before she could say "Old" again, he said, "Then please, 
please, please let me know you enjoy it. Every time we're done and you give 
me that disgusted look, I feel like a sleaze ball, like your only doing it 
because you're worried about your job." Holding her softly, he shrugged his 
shoulders, looking away. "But I can't say no to you. I love what we do too 
much. You'll have to say no to me."

Forcing him to look her in the eye, she told him flat out, "Tim, I'm not in 
love with you. I'm using you for my pleasure."

Nodding, he smiled softly. "I'm not in love with you. I'm using you for my 
pleasure." His smile getting a little wider, he asked, "But is that so 
wrong?" When she smiled, he pressed his advantage. "Victoria, I'm not in 
love with you, but that doesn't mean that I don't love you. I love kissing 
you, and making love to you, and waking up to see that wicked smile looking 
back at me, asking me silently if I'm ready to go again." Leaning in and 
kissing her again, he smiled as she kissed back a little. "I love spending 
time with you, and I'd love for that to continue, if you'll have me."

Smiling, Victoria sighed. ~He's doing it again.~ She thought to herself.
~He's talking you into it.~ Grinning, she nodded. "I'll have you. If you do 
really want me."

Smiling, he nodded. "I do." He said. Deciding some humor was in order, he 
added, "And it's not just because you have an awesome rack...although you do 
have an awesome rack...so big, and perky, and firm, and bouncy..."

Feeling his hands leave her hips and move up to her chest, she giggled as 
she swatted them away, only to be replaced by his face. Feeling him nuzzle 
the tops of her breasts, she giggled as she grabbed his head, pulling him 
up. "No touching my boobs until we're doing it again. Which, I promise, I 
will be more receptive to. Anytime you want, just lemme know, and I'll be 
waiting with just a smile on."

Smiling, he nodded. "So..."

"Just not tonight." She said with a giggle. "I gotta fly home."

"You could drive with me. Spend the week with me, driving from town to 
town..." He offered slyly.

"Stop that." She said, smiling. "I don't even wanna consider that. I have 
things to do, and I can't miss them." Leaning over and kissing him softly, 
she said, "But if I didn't, I'd be happy to be your road fuck buddy."

"Good to know." He said.

Feeling his hands moving up her body again, she smiled as she tried to fight 
him off, but found herself not wanting to, his nimble touch to much for her 
flimsy willpower to over come. "So, why is your day so shitty, besides me?"

"Orton trying to force himself on Traci." He said. "And I think I might have 
told Batista I'm going to fuck his girlfriend."

"Not good."

"No." He said, smiling. "But I got a show to run." He said, smiling as he 
cupped her breasts softly. "And you have a hot outfit to pour yourself 
into."

"It's so, so hot." She teased. "I picked it out just for you."

"Do I get to see you model it sometime?" he asked, smiling. "In private?"

Her face beaming with a grin, she nodded, happy her and Tim were back where 
they should be. "Of course." When he nodded and leaned in, kissing her neck, 
she smiled. "So, you got the girl, got the sex, and shows about to start. 
Day complete, I'd say."

"Not quite." He said, peppering her neck with kisses.

"What more do you need?"

Pulling back and smiling, he put on his best innocent face. "My day will be 
complete if I get to see those big, perky, bouncy, sexy boobs one more 
time."

Whining softly, she tried not to smile or laugh. "Tim..."

"Please?" He asked, rubbing her body gently, making her squirm. "Please? 
Pretty please? Just a quickie?"

"Your quickies aren't quick." She reminded him.

"No sex." He said. "Just a peek. Please?"

Rolling her head around with a groan, Victoria knew she could say no, and 
he'd drop it. But with a smile, she knew it wasn't a horrible request. 
Looking around and making sure they couldn't be seen, she pulled back 
slightly, reaching down and pulling her shirt out of her jeans and pulling 
it up, slinging it over her head before reaching down, hooking her thumbs in 
her bra and pulling it down, exposing her breasts to his hungry, 
appreciative gaze.

Leaning down before she could stop him, he kissed her breasts softly, giving 
each soft orb a soft smooch before nuzzling them gently, making her giggle. 
Grabbing his head and pulling him up, she smiled as she kissed him.

Looking at her, he grinned. "So, is my Widow's Peak Freak happy now? Are we 
cool?"

Nodding, she grinned. "We're cool."

Breaking apart from her, he blocked any view anyone would have as she got 
dressed again, before reaching down and slapping her on the ass, making her 
jump. "And you're hot." He said. "Gotta go."

"See you later, Tim." She said, smiling as she ducked around the corner and 
back into catering.

Moving out into the main hallway again, Tim did a quick check for three 
hundred pound monsters before starting on his journey again, trying to find 
something to do to kill the time before Raw. "I could watch TV..." He said, 
grumbling, "If it wasn't infested with Divas. Maybe the TV in my room..."

"Hello, friend with benefits."

Turning to his side, and smiling at Maria, he said, "Hello, friend with 
benefits."

"How is my friend?" She asked with a grin.

"I try to be good hard-worker-man, but refrigemater so messy, so so messy." 
Seeing the blank look on her face, he smiled. "From a TV show...yea...umm, 
not so well, actually." He said, smiling. "Considering sticking my head 
under the first truck leaving here tonight. You?"

"Slightly better." She said. "My boxer shorts are in the wash, so I'm 
getting them ready to wear on the flight home." Smiling, she said, "They 
really do make the flight more enjoyable."

"Ahh." He said, nodding. "I have a three hundred pound roided up gorilla 
pissed off a me because I think I took a pot shot at his girlfriend."

"Eeek." She said, smiling. "I guess I should ask what I have planned for the 
show and get the hell away from you, shouldn't I?"

"I'd like it if you didn't." He said. "Someone to witness the bloodbath."

"I'll pass." She said, smiling. "So, what's up? Are the notes I got tonight 
the final notes?"

"They are." He said with a nod.

"Who's someone?"

"Torrie." He said. "She called today, said she'd be back next week."

"Sweet!" Maria said, smiling. "And we're gonna tag up?"

"For a while at least." He said. "You still have your thing with Carlito 
going on, so I'll have to work on it a bit. Just changing gears because 
she's coming back."

"No problem." Maria said. "Torrie helped me out shit loads when I first got 
here, so if I gotta adjust so she can come back quicker, by all means."

Smiling, he said, "See? That's the team spirit I love about you guys."

"We love you to Tim." She said, giving him a hip bump. "And not just because 
you have comfy underwear."

Looking at her, he smiled. "I know I'd like to take them off of you 
sometime..."

"Soon." She promised. "But not right now. Gotta go get my game face on."

"You do that." He told her. "I'm gonna go flake out and watch TV."

Smiling, she leaned over, giving him a hug. "Go be good hard worker man."

"I try." He said with a smile, veering off from her as he moved towards the 
parking lot. "Gonna watch some TV, gonna watch some TV..."

"Tim! Tim!"

"Gonna stop and start crying, gonna stop and start crying..." He sang 
softly, turning towards the voice and watching as Steph walked towards him. 
"Any news on ass bag?"

"No." She said, looking nervous. "Why didn't you come and see me today? You 
normally give me your show listing..."

"I could have sworn I did." He said. "I know I dropped one off."

"And you usually come back to go over it." She said, before adding 
sheepishly, "And if you had, you'd know that the Maria/Candice match has to 
be moved to Heat..."

"What?" Tim yelled, glaring at her. "Why?"

"Dad wanted to do a title ceremony for Cena tonight, and something had to 
go..." She said, before Tim cut her off.

"And you offered up one of my two fucking spots instead of one of the dozen 
or so other spots!" He shouted.

"Tim, calm down." She said, looking up at him. "It's a one time thing..."

"Until the next time you need a few extra seconds for some bullshit." He 
spat. "And then, I lose another spot. Then it happens again, and again, and 
pretty soon, I don't have shit to work with." Throwing his hands up in 
frustration, he moved away from the bosses daughter, intent on getting away 
from her before he did something he'd regret.

Chasing after the angry young man, Stephanie held out a sheet of paper, 
pushing it towards him. "Here, take this."

Looking down at the paper, he asked, "What's this? Proof that I'm getting 
shafted?"

"It's the Vixens notes for the ECW tapings tomorrow." She said. "You always 
look at them for me..."

Shaking his head, he glared at her. "After what you did, you expect me to 
help you?" He asked in disbelief. When she went to say something, he turned 
his back to her, moving away. "Just...just go away. And leave me the hell 
alone. I'll have someone bring you my notes from here on out."

Leaving Stephanie behind him, Tim veered off course, moving towards the 
exit, needing some fresh air before he exploded. Rearing back and kicking 
the door open, storming out onto the sidewalk and taking a seat against the 
building, making sure he had his pass to get back in before letting the door 
close. Letting his head rest against the cold wall of the building, he shook 
it softly, scowling as he felt something vibrating in his pocket.

"Steph, if that's you, I'm quitting." He grumbled, shaking his head as he 
reached into his pocket. Pulling out his phone, he looked at the caller ID, 
trying to place the number but coming up blank. Shaking his head, he flipped 
open the phone, holding it up to his ear. "Who's this?"

"Tim?" Came the voice from the other end. "Tim the booker person?"

Quickly placing the spotty English, Tim would have smiled if he didn't think 
it would have killed him. "It's me, Maryse." He said. "How are you doing?"

"I..." She started, before sighing softly. "I unsure I can talk how I am."

Getting curious, he asked, "Why not? Is someone harassing you?"

"Harassing?"

"Bugging you."

"No!" She said quickly. "But I have...problem here. I want to know I can 
tell you and no have you get mad."

"Of course you can." He told her. "What's wrong?"

"I...I no like it down in OVW." She said softly. "I no mean I want to come 
to Raw, but I no like it here. The other girls say the trainers are being 
bad on them and we no get much training. I have been here for more than I 
only train twice, and then I just get thrown around ring!"

"I thought you said you were training twice a day." He told her.

"I was, on my own." She told him. "I come here, they say stop training 
outside of school. But when we go to school, we get no training. We expected 
to do all things others do, clean up arena, be on time, but we no get to do 
anything. I sit and I sit and I no get in the ring."

Sighing, Tim leaned back, rubbing his throbbing forehead, trying to keep his 
skull from exploding in a fiery ball of hate and anger. "Well...I'll figure 
something out." He told her. "I'll see what I can do for you guys, ok?"

"I...I no want to be one who tells you that." She said. "I no want to have 
the trainers think I out ratted them. I...I very sorry I bug you about this, 
but I want to train to make Raw, and I no get train, so how can I make Raw?"

Her spotty English and her concern for training making him smile, Tim told 
her, "Maryse, just sit tight. I'll get right on it and make sure you and the 
others down there get good training, ok? And I won't say who told me."

Sighing, Maryse smiled. "Thank you Tim. This means lot whole to me."

"Whole lot." He corrected.

"Whole lot."

"Was there anything else?" He asked.

"No." She said. "I just call to tell you and ask how you are. I ask how you 
are?"

"No."

"Oh...how are you?"

Trying not to laugh, he told her, "I'm having a very bad day. Very 
stressful."

"Awww, poor Tim!" Maryse cooed. "You come down to O-Hi-O and I give you 
massage?"

"I so, so wish I could." He told her, making her giggle. "But I have a lot 
of work to do up here."

"Ok..." She said, smiling. "I should let go?"

"As much as I'd love to sit here and talk to you, I probably should get 
going." He said. "I have a little show to run. But it was nice talking to 
you. Probably the best part of my day."

"I happy for that." She said with a giggle. "I talk to you later, Tim."

"I'll get right on your training problem." He said, smiling. "I want you 
trained and up here teaching me French as soon as possible."

Giggling, she told him, "I'd like that to. I talk to you later, Tim."

"Talk to you later, Maryse." He said, smiling as he turned off his phone. 
Shaking his head, he smiled to himself as he pushed himself to his feet, his 
mood lifting slightly as he moved around to the parking entrance to the 
arena, getting his pass ready as he got mentally ready to get the show 
going.

* * *

"Did you really mean what you said earlier?"

Turning away from the monitor he was staring at, Tim looked down at Terri. 
"Excuse me?"

"You said if I'd be interested in wrestling, you'd work with me." Terri 
reminded him. "Were you serious?"

Confused, he nodded. "I guess so, yea. Why?"

"Because I don't want to wrestle." She said. "But I have thought about 
getting back into the business."

"I thought you got out to spend time with your kid." He said, before looking 
around. "Where's your kid?"

"With her father for the week." She said. "And I could do it on a limited 
basis. But not wrestling."

"Then why are you asking me?" He asked. "Steph and the rest of those people 
deal with the managers and stuff."

"Are you sure you don't deal with managers?" She asked.

Trying to focus on the match he was supposed to be watching, he said, 
"Positive. I only deal with the divas who want to wrestle. Did you want to 
wrestle?"

Quickly shaking her head, she told him, "No. I'm to old to get started in 
that."

Looking at her, he grinned. "What's with you Divas and saying your to old?"

Smiling, she said, "I say it because I am. I'd probably break my hip if I 
tried."

Shrugging, he turned back towards the TV. "Well, if you wanted to give it a 
shot, I'd be willing to try."

"Are you serious?"

"Dead serious." He told her. "You have what new girls don't - Name power. 
You were the inventor of the puppy chants...I think. My brains kinda hazy 
today."

Laughing, she shook her head. "It wasn't me that started that, but I might 
have perfected it." Sighing, she said, "But looking around, I see I've been 
trumped in that department lately."

Smiling, he told her, "I don't know how to answer that without getting 
slapped."

"Give it to me straight." She said with a grin. "I could use the flattery."

Watching as the ref counted to two, Tim turned towards her, smiling and 
blushing. "They still look good to me."

"Oh my god!"

Whipping his head around to the TV, Tim watched in horror as Candice 
crumpled to the mat, clutching her knee and rolling around. Watching as 
Maria went over to attack her, he watched helplessly as Candice pushed her 
away weakly, still clutching her knee as the ref went over to talk to her 
before calling for the bell, throwing up an X with his arms, signaling that 
Candice was really hurt.

"Excuse me." Tim told Terri quickly, taking off towards the gorilla position 
as the medics went towards it. Seeing Victoria standing around, waiting for 
her cue to go in and interfere, Tim yelled, "Victoria!" When she looked over 
at him, he pointed to the entranceway. "Candice is hurt, go down there and 
do your shit NOW!"

Nodding quickly, Victoria bolted down the long hallway racing past the EMT's 
and towards the ring, intent on doing her storyline and attacking Maria. 
Stopping at the bank of TV's set up in the gorilla position, Tim looked 
down, watching as Victoria slid into the ring and speared Maria, keeping her 
away from Candice as the EMT's got to her, stopping her from dropping onto 
the floor and holding her up. Watching as Victoria improvised as best she 
could, flipping Maria up for a widow's peek before the smaller girl fought 
out of it and rolled from the ring, Tim turned his attention back to 
Candice, knowing the Maria/Victoria part of the angle was going as planned, 
and putting his concern solely on the brunette limping up the ramp towards 
the back.

Moving down the hallway and waiting anxiously for Candice to come through, 
he held open the curtain as the EMT's helped he thought. "What happened? 
What's wrong?" He asked quickly, following them as she moved down the 
hallway.

Looking up at the booker, Candice smiled weakly. "I think it's just a 
sprain." She said with a small smile. "Lemme tape it up and we can re-shoot 
the end..."

"No." He said, moving over to her and pulling her into a soft hug as she sat 
down. "You did awesome. Get some rest, and be ready for next week."

"Will do, boss." She said, smiling at him as she saw the relief on his face.

"Get some rest, kid." He joked.

Moving away from Candice and down the hallway, Tim ran his hands through his 
hair, thankful that his luck was finally beginning to break to the good 
side. Looking up and seeing Trish, Mickie and Traci running towards him, he 
smiled. "To what do I owe the privilege of having you three racing towards 
me?" He asked. "Something good I hope?"

"Tim..." Trish said, slowing to a stop as she panted softly. "Someone 
trashed the RV..."

His smile instantly fading, he swore he didn't hear them right. "Wh...what?"

"Someone wrecked the RV." Mickie said, letting Trish pant. "It's a disaster 
in there..."

Pushing past the three Divas and breaking into a run, Tim barreled past 
people as he ran towards the parking lot, the three Divas lagging behind him 
as he took the corner to the ramp like a man possessed, flying around it and 
speeding into the parking lot, getting a bead on his RV and racing towards 
it. Grabbing the back door and flinging it open, he dove into the back, 
moving into the kitchen and looking around, his face falling as he staggered 
backwards, having to catch himself on the stove as he caught sight of his 
RV.

Looking towards the drivers compartment, he watched as his plasma screen TV 
hung limply from the cable cord, the screen busted out and shards of glass 
from it mixing with the scratched DVDs and broken plates on the floor. 
Pushing the ripped and broken door of his fridge out of his way, he stumbled 
over a pair of kitchen elements as he stepped over the stove top as a whole, 
dials broken and missing as he looked at his table, his laptop in a dozen 
pieces and his printer mangled beyond recognition. Hearing movement behind 
him, he turned and pushed past Trish and into his bedroom.

"Tim...Tim..." Trish said, following him into his room, slightly frightened 
as he completely avoided the shattered toilet that was pouring water onto 
the floor, making a slick mess with the glass from the shower door and 
chunks of broken sink. Looking behind her and seeing Divas pouring into the 
RV, Trish left Tim to his own devices, moving into the living room. "We 
don't think anything's stolen." Trish told them softly. "Me, Mickie and 
Traci just found it like this. Tim's looking things over." When they nodded, 
she moved back through the bathroom and into his bedroom, moving towards him 
as he sat on his bed, his head in his hands.

"Tim..." She said softly, moving over and sitting next to him, putting her 
arms around him. "We'll find out who did this..."

Growling with anger, he told her, "I know who did it." Seeing her look at 
him, he said, "Orton, or Batista, or both of them. There both pissed at me, 
and they did this." Taking a deep breath, Tim stood up, moving over to the 
side of his bed, kneeling down on the wet carpet as he reached under the 
large bed. "I need you guys to go away for a little bit." He told her.

"What?" She asked, confused. "Why?"

Latching onto something, Tim pulled an object from under the bed, tucking 
the long, black thing under his arm. "Good Tim needs to go away for a 
minute." He told her, moving towards the door. "Bad Tim has something he has 
to do."

Growing more and more worried by the minute, Trish stood up and followed him 
from the room, trying to get a look at the object, but not being able to see 
it clearly as he moved, but making out enough to know it wasn't a gun.
~Thank god.~

Moving into the kitchen, Tim smiled at the Divas. "Look around, check your 
stuff, make a list of anything that's broken or missing." He told them. "I 
have some people I need to have a chat with."

Watching as Tim moved out the back door and into the parking lot, Trish 
looked at the other Divas. "Something is seriously wrong with Tim." She said 
flatly. "He's got something, and I don't think he means good intentions with 
it."

Nodding, Maria moved towards the back door. "Gotta stop him then?" She 
asked, hopping out and moving towards the booker, trying to cut into his 
head start.

Watching as the other Divas piled out of the RV, Trish nodded, taking up the 
rear. "Gotta stop him." She said.

"Tim!" Maria called out, trying to power walk towards Tim, not wanting to 
startle him.

"Hi Maria." He said in an eerily calm voice. "I told Trish to tell you guys 
to go away for a minute."

"Trish said you have something you probably shouldn't." Candice said, 
limping towards him.

"I have my security system." He said, moving into the main hallway and 
looking around. "If I was a VD riddled cock socket and a roid raging ape, 
where would I be?" He asked, before starting moving again. Seeing his prey 
down at the very end of the hallway, he smiled. "There they are."

Looking up at where Tim was looking, Maria quickly realized that he had 
spotted Orton and Batista. Seeing him pick up speed every so slightly, she 
watched as he put whatever he was holding behind his back, giving them a 
good view but keeping it hidden from everyone else. Seeing his other hand go 
behind his back and grab slightly above his first hand, she watched in 
horror as he pulled up, shiny silver steel becoming exposed as he pulled and 
pulled, the fullness of his "Security System" coming into view.

"Holy fuck." Maria said, watching as Tim slid the sheath off of the three-
foot long katana blade. Looking back at the other Divas, she said, "He has a 
fucking sword! Did you know he had a sword?"

Shaking her head, Victoria stormed towards him. "Tim...Tim, stop..."

"I'll be right back..." He said, holding the blade out to the side slightly 
and moving at a nice, even clip.

Watching as he moved, Victoria waited for him to let the blade fall away 
from his back slightly, diving on his right hand and grabbing him by the 
wrist, stopping him in his tracks. Watching as he whirled around, Victoria 
grunted as a pile of female flesh fell on top of her, half a dozen Divas 
tackling Tim as the rest grabbed at his right hand, pulling at fingers and 
trying to pry the blade out of his death grip.

"Give...me...my...sword!" Tim hissed, looking at them. "I'm not going to use 
it. I'm just going to scare them..."

"And get your stupid ass fired." Trish grunted, putting her knee on his 
chest as she wrestled with his hand. "Let go!" When he didn't budge, she 
whined. "You'll forgive me when your not as pissed." She said softly.

"Forgive you for...fucking biter!" Tim screamed, Trish's teeth sinking 
brutally into his hand flesh and snapping his hand open, the blade clanking 
to the floor as Traci dove towards it, pushing it away and grabbing it, 
sliding it back into the sheath.

"Go!" Trish yelled, watching as Traci and Maria took off for the parking 
lot, Tim's struggles getting worse as he pushed Divas off of him.

Springing up, Tim thought about chasing after them, but thought better of 
it, some of his senses coming back to him after the shock of the last ten 
minutes.

But the anger still remained.

Pushing Divas out of his way, Tim stormed down the hallway, glaring at Orton 
and Batista as they laughed to themselves, unaware of the angry man bearing 
down on them. Power walking towards the laughing duo, Tim pushed Divas off 
of him as he continued to march.

Looking up from her coffee, Stephanie watched as Tim moved down the long 
hallway towards her. Seeing the look of anger still etched on his face, she 
pushed herself up with a sigh, realizing having him upset with her wasn't 
going to be a great thing. "Tim..." She said, moving towards him. Watching 
as he moved, she started towards him, closing the distance. Looking on in 
confusion, she watched as Mickie dove onto his back, Candice dropping to the 
floor and grabbing his left ankle while Trish and Terri tried to tackle him 
from the side. Shaking himself with the strength only anger could bring on, 
Tim pushed Terri and Trish aside crudely before dumping Mickie as gently as 
he could from his back, wrenching his foot free from Candice's grip and 
continuing down the hallway.

Looking up from the floor and seeing the bosses daughter watching the action 
with interest, Candice blurted out, "I think he's going to kill Randy and 
Dave!"

Whipping her head around, Stephanie spotted Tim's targets at the end of the 
hallway, slowly becoming aware of the young man walking towards them. Seeing 
the hesitant look in their eyes, she quickly realized something bad was 
about to happen, and tossed her coffee aside, charging Tim. "Help!"

Watching as Stephanie charged at Tim, slamming into his side and making him 
stagger a few steps, wrestlers poured out from the surrounding areas, the 
larger men able to accomplish something that the smaller Divas couldn't and 
stopping the pissed off man. Looking up and spotting Orton and Batista 
walking towards the mob, Steph pointed towards them. "Keep them back! Back!"

Not quite sure why they were being given directions to separate the Divas 
booker from two of the top stars on Raw, the wrestlers did as they were 
told, moving over and stopping there progress as Tim continued to struggle, 
wanting desperately to get at them.

"Someone get Shane!" Stephanie yelled out, holding onto Tim as he fought 
against her, trying not to get crushed under the mass of wrestlers helping 
her. "Tim, what's..."

"You fucking god damn bitches!" Tim yelled, shaking himself and trying to 
free his body from the mass of grips from around his body. "You fucking 
trashed my home!"

Looking at each other and smiling as Tim's rage grew and grew, Randy and 
Batista feigned innocence. "I think he's finally losing it, Steph." Randy 
said, shaking his head slowly. "Why would we of all people do something like 
that?"

"Because your fucking children!" Tim yelled, ignoring Steph's attempts to 
silence him and still struggling. Glaring at Orton, he spat, "You're fucking 
pissed because I stood up for Traci, at her request!" Shifting his glare to 
Batista, he yelled, "And you're being a fucking whore because I wouldn't 
give your rat a job!"

Fighting with the angry young man, Steph almost sighed in relief as she saw 
Shane come running up, before she sighed with disappointment as she saw her 
husband right behind him.

"What the hell is going on here?" Shane yelled over the commotion, gaining 
everyone but Tim's attention.

Pointing at Tim, Batista smirked. "This whack job is howling about 
something."

"You know good and damn well what I'm talking about!" Tim yelled, resuming 
his struggling.

Pointing at Tim, Shane told him, "Alright, you need to cool it or your gonna 
be looking for a new job."

Glaring at Shane, Steph asked, "Excuse me? Who made you the boss?"

Before Shane and Stephanie could add to the already tense situation, not 
that he cared, Tim spat, "You childish mother fuckers!"

"Alright, enough!" Shane yelled. Pointing at Orton and Batista before they 
could speak, he said, "You two, shut up." Turning his attention to Tim, he 
said, "Calm down, and tell me what the hell your yelling about."

Taking a few deep breaths, Tim tried to relax, collecting his thoughts. 
"Those...fucking children totaled my RV." He said. "There both pissed at me, 
and they totaled my RV because of it."

"I don't know..."

"I said shut up!" Shane snapped at Batista. When the bigger man silenced 
himself, Shane asked Tim, "How do you know?"

"Because they are the only two with reasons to do it." He said. Pointing at 
Orton, he said, "That little fuckers pissed at me because I told him to stay 
away from Traci, at Traci's request!" Shifting his finger to Batista, he 
said, "And that's pissed because I wouldn't give his rat a job because she 
can't wrestle."

Smiling, Orton shrugged as he shook his head. "I have no idea what he's 
babbling about." He said. "I have no idea what happened to his shaggin 
wagon. And, for the record, jugs came onto me. I shot her down, and she got 
upset."

Seeing the fire go back on in Tim's eyes, Shane moved over to him, moving 
close enough that only Tim could hear him. "I'm trying very hard to be fair 
in a situation that I've been thrown into." He said firmly. "But you going 
off the deep end isn't giving me a whole lot of leeway here. Either calm 
down, or tell me right now and I can just get rid of you and end this whole 
argument." When Tim nodded and gritted his teeth, Shane took a step back, 
resuming his role as judge, jury and executioner. "Is that all the proof you 
have?" He asked.

Looking at Shane, he slowly shook his head. "Well, it's not like I found any 
empty syringes and plant piss samples lying around..."

"Could it have been anyone else?" Shane asked.

Shaking his head firmly, Tim told him, "No, it couldn't. Orton is pissed 
because I told him not to go around Traci again, and his childish fucking 
nature got the best of him, and Batista is mad that I won't bend over and 
give his useless girlfriend a job, and they totaled my RV." Looking at 
Shane, he told him, "No one else even knows I'm here, let alone gives a fuck 
that I'm here. There the only ones with reason to do that. And since it was 
in the supposedly secure parking lot, which is something else we need to 
talk about, it had to be someone from the WWE."

Nodding, Shane looked around at the crowd of wrestlers and Divas. "Where's 
Traci?" Not spotting her, he looked at the group of Divas still latched onto 
Tim, waiting for him to start struggling again. "I need to talk to Traci. 
Someone go find her."

Slowly extracting herself from the pile, Maria stood up, giving Shane a nod 
and turning and heading for the parking lot as fast as she could, knowing 
what Traci was doing.

Moving over to Orton and Batista, HHH looked at them. "You guys might wanna 
get going." He said. "Vince is probably gonna get involved soon. I'll see 
what I can do and smooth things over with him."

"What?" Tim snapped, startling Hunter, Orton and Batista. "Smooth things 
over?"

"Are you serious?" Stephanie asked.

Looking at the duo, Hunter waved his hand at Tim. "What proof does he have?" 
He asked. "All he's doing is wasting everyone's time here, yelling about his 
stupid RV getting wrecked..."

"If it's just a waste of time, why do you need to smooth things over?" Tim 
yelled, arms tightening around him as they braced for the worst. "The fact 
that you seem to know what's going to happen tells me you know a whole 
fucking lot about what I'm talking about! If you thought I didn't have 
anything, you wouldn't be trying to smooth anything over!"

Quickly realizing whatever small amount of calm he was about to come 
crashing down, Shane waved Orton, HHH and Batista away. "You three, get 
lost." He said. "I'll deal with you later." Before Tim could get his two 
cents in, Shane turned back to him, watching as the three superstars made a 
quick retreat. "Alright, forget about them." He said. "Them being here 
doesn't help anything." Seeing Tim look at him, he asked, "How much is it 
going to cost to fix your RV?"

Taking a deep breath, Tim tried to get his mind in gear, switching from 
anger to math. Shaking his head, he shrugged. "I have no idea. My plasma 
TVs, my computer, my DVDs, everything in my bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, 
everything is wrecked. I don't know if it can be fixed. And that's assuming 
they didn't fuck with the motor at all."

Nodding, Shane asked, "You had insurance, right?"

"I did." Tim said, before looking at him. "But I'm not using it. You're 
paying for it." Seeing Shane's questioning glance, he said, "You provided 
the security for the event, which clearly didn't do its job. It's your fault 
my RV got trashed. I expect you to make it right."

Realizing he was stuck, Shane nodded. "We'll make it right." He said.

"And that's it?" Tim asked. "And they gets off free and clear? What if they 
decide to do this again? I'm not replacing my life every week."

Starting to say something, Shane leaned around the mass of wrestlers still 
holding onto Tim and watched as Maria and Traci returned. Thanking whoever 
was looking after him that he had a distraction from the angry booker, Shane 
motioned for Traci to come towards him. "Alright, we have an issue to clear 
up." Shane said. When Traci looked at him, he asked, "What happened between 
you and Orton?"

Looking at Shane, Traci went blank, her expression taking on that of a deer 
caught in the headlights. She could feel the stares of all the wrestlers on 
her. She knew there was a certain code of silence among the wrestlers, that 
you don't rat each other out. She just wasn't quite sure how far it went. 
Making up her mind, she gathered her thoughts.

"He cornered me when I was trying to get out to the ring for wrestling 
practice." She told him. "I tried to ignore him, but he kept getting in my 
way. I tried to push past him, but he grabbed me and pinned me against the 
wall. I had to fight him off to get away. He kept asking me if I'd be 
interested in...things." Looking at Shane, she said, "I'm hoping as adults 
we both know what things I'm talking about." When Shane nodded, she said, "I 
tried to tell him no, but...well, when you have someone almost a foot taller 
than you with a death grip on your wrist asking you that, you don't really 
feel comfortable saying no. I finally broke away from him, and ran."

Nodding, Shane asked, "And would you be willing to make a formal complaint 
about this incident? I can't promise it'll get anywhere, since it's your 
word against his."

Sighing softly, Traci shrugged. Looking around, she caught a glimpse of Tim, 
his head hanging down in defeat, the reality of what had happened to him 
finally settling in. Looking at Shane, she nodded firmly. "Yes, I will." She 
told him.

"Alright." Shane told her. Looking at Tim, he said, "Tim, we'll set you up 
in a hotel tonight..."

"I don't want a fucking hotel." He spat, wrenching his arms free. Glaring at 
Shane, he said, "I want my fucking RV." Turning and walking away, Tim moved 
down the hallway, leaving the locker rooms and backstage workers behind him 
as he moved towards his broken home.

Looking around, Shane clapped his hands. "Alright, everyone, back to work. 
Shows over." He said.

Turning and watching Tim move around the corner, Trish looked around at the 
Divas, who were moving into a group as the other wrestlers moved away. "We 
should go talk to him." She said. "I got a few questions."

When the group nodded and started moving, Trish taking the lead as they 
moved down the hallway towards the exit to the parking garage, Tim long 
since out of sight. Looking around at the other Divas, Trish asked, 
"Alright, show of hands, who knew he had a sword?" Seeing blank looks and no 
hands, Trish shook her head. "Yea, we got stuff to talk about."

Pushing open the door, Trish looked at the RV, watching as Tim disconnected 
the water hose before opening up the main valve, trying to empty the main 
tank and stop the flow of water from the toilet onto the bathroom floor. 
Realizing calling out to him wasn't going to be any good, the Divas merely 
watched as he moved to the back door and climbed in. Moving towards the back 
door, Trish climbed in first, helping the others in as Tim moved around, 
making notes on the small note pad in his hand.

Looking at his hand, Maria asked, "Why does your note pad have flowers?"

"It was a gift."

"From who?"

Not looking up, Tim continued to write. "Maryse Ouellet." Looking at the 
Divas, and seeing the blank look on their faces, except for Trish, he forced 
a sarcastic smile to his face. "You know, Maryse. Blonde girl. French. I 
have a crush on her. Everyone thinks it's fucking hysterical. Ring any bells 
now?"As they all looked sheepish, he shook his head, continuing to write. 
"Plasma TV... DirecTV satellite box..."

"Tim, we need to talk." Trish said, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"Kinda busy Trish."

"This is important."

"And my life getting destroyed isn't?"

"Where the hell did you get a sword?" Trish yelled.

"I have a headache." Tim said, shaking his head.

"And a sword!" She said.

"My uncle gave it to me when I was ten." He said. "I've been taking Kendo 
since I was five. I know how to handle the thing."

"Yea, that's my worry." She said softly.

"I haven't killed anyone, if that's what your wondering." He said. "Speaking 
of it, where is it?"

"Traci took it back." Trish said. "So you'd have to ask her."

"I'll do that." He said, resuming his note taking. "Did anyone else notice 
anything missing?"

Looking around, Maria took in the sight of her friends, before turning back 
to Tim. "I guess not." She said. "Some of my stuff got broken, though. 
Mostly stuff in the bathroom."

"Make notes." He said. Sighing softly, he shook his head, stumbling over to 
the couch and brushing some plate fragments off of it before collapsing, his 
note pad falling to the floor as he cradled his head in his hands. "Jesus 
Christ, what next..."

Shuffling en-mass towards the couch, Divas crowded around Tim, Trish sliding 
into his lap and hugging him as Candice and Mickie took his sides, all three 
of them pulling him in for one big hug as the others offered moral support.

"I don't want to stay in a hotel." He said softly. "I'm sick of hotels."

"You can crash at my place." Trish told him. "I wouldn't mind sticking 
around for a new flight..."

"I'm not flying anywhere." He said. "I don't fly."

"You could stay with me." Candice offered. "If you don't mind taking turns 
driving, we could drive back."

"I don't want to put you guys out." He said. Leaning back, he shook his 
head. "I don't know what the fuck to do. The only thing I can find that 
didn't get trashed was my zip drive, which is good, since it's what has all 
my storylines on it."

Smirking, Victoria said, "So that's where you keep them..."

"Please, Victoria, not now." He said softly. Sighing, he shrugged. "I should 
probably stay put for now. Don't know what Shane has in mind, so I don't 
want to go to far."

"You can't stay here." Trish told him. "This place is a bomb scene."

"I don't have anywhere else to go." He said. "I'm not staying in a hotel..."

"You can stay with me."

"I'm not staying with..." He started, before looking towards the source of 
the voice, getting confused. "You're still here?"

"You're welcome." Terri said with a smirk. "And yes, I'm still here. I live 
about an hour outside of town. It's the perfect fit. Not a hotel, and your 
still close by."

"Terri, I'm very grateful for the offer." He said. "But I don't like 
imposing."

"You're not imposing." She said. "I got a big house. Probably won't even 
know your there. And the kids with her father, so you don't have to worry 
about her."

"I wasn't worrying about her..."

"Well then?"

"What is it with you people and being pushy?" He asked.

"It gets things moving." She told him. "Well?"

"Tim..." Maria said softly, getting his attention. When he looked around 
Trish at her, she gave him a look. "I'm not that far from here." She said in 
a very clear voice. "You can stay with me if you want." Looking at him dead 
in the eyes, she gave it her best shot, trying to convey her thoughts 
through her eyes, trying to tell him, "If you come stay with me, you will 
not get any sleep whatsoever."

But all Tim got was her glaring at him with a weird twitch.

"I'll pass." He said. "I don't feel like driving that far. But thank you 
Maria." Looking around, he sighed. "Thanks all of you. I really do 
appreciate the offers." Looking up at Terri, he said, "If you really don't 
mind, I think I'll take you up on your offer..."

"I really don't mind." She assured him. "I can only imagine what you're 
going through right now. Least I can do is roll out the couch, so to speak."

"Would you have a place I could get this towed for the night?" He asked, 
motioning to his RV. "Shane seems to want to handle this internally, but I 
don't want evidence going missing if he chooses to try and sweep it under 
the rug entirely."

"I got a big driveway." She told him. "You can leave it there as long as you 
need."

Looking around, he asked, "What time is it? I'm all fucked up tonight..."

Looking down at her watch, Trish told him, "Just about ten. So..."

"Raw's half over, my segments done..." Looking up, he asked sheepishly, "How 
did it go?"

"It went great." Trish assured him. "You should get going. I wanna look 
around and see what I can salvage, so if you wanna call a tow truck and get 
them to come by, I'll look after the RV until they get here."

"Could you tell them to put the keys in the mailbox?" He asked. "I don't 
think I'll be up late tonight." When they nodded, Tim motioned for the Divas 
to move away, waiting for Trish to dismount him before standing up slowly. 
"Thanks guys." He said softly. "For everything."

"No problem Tim." Mickie said, pulling him in for a hug. "We'll look after 
the ride until the wrecker gets here."

"Could someone tell Shane where I'm staying?" He asked, letting each Diva 
come up in turn and give him a hug. "I don't know where I'm going...or the 
phone number...did my cell phone survive?"

Looking around, all the Divas started the search for Tim's cell as he looked 
in his pockets, not finding it as Candice squeaked in triumph. "Got it!" She 
said, reaching over and grabbing it from between the seat cushions of the 
table and handing it to him. "It was spared."

"Of course it was." He grumbled. "Infernal contraption." When they giggled, 
he grinned softly. "Anyways, get him to call me." Looking at Trish, he said, 
"And if you happen to see Fit around anywhere, can you tell him I ordered 
some tapes from OVW I'd like him to look at? Tell him I was concerned about 
the training methods down there." When she nodded, he sighed. "Well, I'm 
leaving. This place depresses me."

"Me to." Maria said, looking around. "I really liked this RV."

Hearing the murmurs of agreement, Tim shook his head. "I'm leaving before I 
start bawling like a baby." When they giggled, he smiled. "I'll see you guys 
Saturday, come hell or high water."

"Goodbye Tim." The Divas said, all of them piling on for one final group hug 
before letting him move towards the back of the RV with Terri, moving out 
the exit carefully and into the parking garage.

* * *

"Why are you limping?"

Limping inside the door and pulling his jacket off, Tim looked at Terri as 
she closed it behind him. "Excuse me?"

"You're limping." She said. "Why?"

Looking down, he took a few steps, noticing the limp. "Well I'll be damned." 
He murmured. "I dunno." He admitted. "Something must have tweaked tonight. I 
don't normally limp. Probably got hurt during that gang tackle by the 
Divas."

"Yea, that was kinda nasty." She admitted. "You're a hard guy to bring down. 
Ever play football?"

"No." He said, limping across the room and heading for the couch. "Finished 
high school early. Went to work for my uncle writing on TV shows, which is 
where Vince found me for this damn job."

"Damn job?" Terri asked, following him and taking up a seat on the other 
side of the couch. "Sounds like your tired of it already."

"Not the job." He said. "I love my work. Love the girls. But the guys are 
pricks to deal with. They seem to take me as some kind of threat to there TV 
time, so I get all kinds of shit. I'm still recovering from some bruised 
ribs."

"Yea, sounds like nothings changed around there." She murmured.

Looking around the living room, he spotted the large TV in front of the 
couch. Pointing at it, he asked, "You wouldn't happen to get ESPN, would 
you?"

Smiling, she nodded as she reached to her side, grabbing a remote and 
turning on the TV, switching the channel before handing it to him. "I do. 
Sports fan?"

"Big time." He said. "That, and the Divas, are about the only thing that 
keeps me sane...well, as sane as I am anyways. Was going to watch the 
Yankees play tonight, but this happened, so now just looking for the score."

Nodding, Terri leaned forward, pushing herself up and off the couch as he 
focused on the screen in front of him. "Are you hungry? Trish said something 
about you guys usually having supper after the show, but...well..."

"It's alright." He said. Looking at her, he asked, "Where's the kitchen? 
After I get my scores, I can get myself something..."

"You need rest." She said. "After the day you had, you could use it. What do 
you want?" Seeing him go to argue, she crossed her arms over her chest. "You 
can tell me, or I can guess."

Grumbling, he slumped down. "I don't even know what you have."

"Well, got the usual stuff. Soup, sandwich...I think there's some pizza pops 
in the fridge. Or, if you don't mind waiting, I can cook something..."

"No." He said, shaking his head. "A sandwich is fine."

"Drink?"

"Milk or whatever." He grumbled. "Seriously, I could get this myself..."

"Just relax hun." She said with a grin. "You're my guest."

"I also seem to remember something about not imposing..."

"You're not imposing." She said, turning and moving towards the kitchen. 
Stopping at the door and looking back, she almost grinned as she caught his 
eyes moving back up to her face quickly. "I did invite you over, remember?"

Grumbling again, he nodded. "I guess..."

"Now watch your show, get your scores." She said. "I'll be back in a 
minute."

Leaning back on the couch, Tim grumbled softly as she moved into the 
kitchen. Turning his focus to the TV, he tried to pay attention to the 
scores as they trickled across the bottom of the screen, but quickly 
realized it was no use. Grabbing the remote and pushing himself to his feet, 
he turned the TV off before moving around the couch, limping slowly towards 
the noise coming from the kitchen.

Reaching into the fridge, Terri pushed a few jars out of the way, grabbing a 
bottle from the back and standing up. "Tim, do you like...!" She started to 
yell, turning around and gasping slightly as she saw the young man standing 
behind her. "Oh my goodness!" She yelped, catching her breath. "Don't sneak 
up on me!"

"I didn't." He said. "Just got here."

Taking a few deep breaths to calm her nerves, she nodded. "I guess so. 
Didn't I tell you to stay in the living room? That I could handle it?"

"Got bored." He said, moving towards the counter and hopping up onto it, 
taking a seat. "Do I like what?"

Looking at him, she got confused. "Excuse me?"

Looking at her hand, he tilted his head to the side, pointing at it as he 
read the label. "Mustard. And yes, a little bit please."

Pulling the jar up, and looking at it, she quickly got her brain back on 
track. "God, forgot what I was doing for a second." Looking at him as she 
moved towards the counter, she said, "You scared me..."

"Sorry."

"It's ok." She said. "Just not used to having someone around here who 
doesn't make a ton of noise when they move."

"Again, sorry."

Waving her free hand, she set the bottle down on the counter. "No problem." 
Looking at him and smiling, she added, "Guess I have a strong heart, huh?"

Smirking, he nodded. "Must have."

Turning her attention back to the task at hand, she said, "You look pretty 
damn young to be working for the WWE, if you don't mind me saying so. How 
old are you again?"

"Twenty."

"Twenty?" She asked, making sure she had heard right. When he gave her an 
affirmative noise, she asked, "When's your birthday?"

"A closely guarded secret." He said with a grin. "I hear people do strange 
things around there on your birthday, so I kept it secret."

"And no ones been able to pry it out of you yet?"

"Not yet."

"They will." She promised him with a grin. "They always do." When he smiled, 
she asked, "How did you get involved with this? When I was around, Vince 
came up with all the ideas, and that was that. At least, that's what he led 
you to believe."

"My uncle is a friend of one of Vince's friends." He said, swinging his feet 
slightly. "I guess they had lunch or something, and Vince mentioned how a 
lot of the script writers for the WWE aren't that good, how they can't keep 
focus, and my uncle brought my name up, saying I was a big fan. A few back 
and forth calls, and I agreed to help with the Divas on a trial basis. 
Didn't want to handle the guys. To many egos. Heard to many bad stories."

"The Divas can have some big egos to." Terri noted.

"They can." He admitted. "But I lay down the law pretty quick. You can do 
what I say, or you can sit on the sidelines and learn to live off of your 
base contract. Work with me, and you get lots of perks."

Looking at him, she smiled and arched her eyebrow. "Perks?"

Smirking back, he shook his head. "Not that. I let them use my RV...well, 
did until now. Some of them ride with me. Gives them a home away from home. 
Apparently the lure of cooked meals and clean laundry can bend the bitchiest 
of wills. I haven't had many problems with them, and none for months."

"Lucky you." She said, moving over to the fridge and grabbing some more 
supplies, holding them up for his inspection. When he gave her a nod, she 
moved back over to the counter. "I would have liked to stay in the WWE, but, 
at the time, I had to think about my daughter. Her father was working full 
time wrestling, and I had to leave her at my mothers whenever I went out on 
the road. I tried to just get it so I could go out to Raw and come back, but 
Vince wanted me out on the road full time...mostly doing bikini contests."

"Ahhh, yes." Tim said, smiling. "He loves his bikini contests."

"Don't you?"

Shrugging, he said, "I do. But I don't put them on unless I have to. They 
serve no purpose, and only hinder what I'm trying to put together. Whenever 
Vince hints around about one, I send him to Steph and let her put the non-
wrestling girls in it. That's what they're there for."

"Which would have been me."

"You wrestled a bit."

"A little." She said. "I didn't have the training to do it, and Vince didn't 
want to give it to me, so I got stuck. He was more interested in pushing 
Lita and Trish..."

"...Than having a complete women's division." Tim finished.

"Exactly."

"Yea, well, that's not me." He said, watching as she put the bread together 
and cut the sandwich at an angle, scooping it up onto the plate and moving 
over to him. "One sandwich. Enjoy. Now get into the living room, and I'll 
bring your drink along."

Knowing arguing wasn't going to do anything good, he pushed himself off the 
counter and let himself down gingerly, taking the sandwich and moving out of 
the kitchen. Looking up at the clock, he stopped his forward progress, 
turning towards the fridge. Seeing Terri's eyes snap upwards to his eyes, he 
stopped himself from smiling, he asked, "Do you have any pop? I don't drink 
milk this late at night. Upsets my stomach."

Looking up at him, and trying to figure out if she had been caught, she 
said, "Pepsi good?"

"Pepsi's fine." He said, giving her a grin as he turned and limped out of 
the kitchen towards the couch.

Slumping against the fridge, Terri shook her head, taking a deep breath and 
letting it out. "What the hell did you put into my head, Stratus?" She 
murmured to herself, pushing off the fridge and opening it, reaching in and 
pulling a can of Pepsi from the box.

Moving to the door and turning off the light as she moved into the living 
room, Terri clutched the can in her hand as she watched him lower himself 
onto the couch gingerly, keeping his ailing leg out and stretching it. 
Handing him the can and moving to the other end of the couch, she took a 
seat as he turned the TV back on, grabbing one half of the sandwich and 
lifting it up. Watching as he took a bite of the sandwich, she smiled as he 
chewed.

"Good?"

Nodding, he made sure to swallow what was in his mouth before saying, "Very. 
Thank you."

"Not a problem." She said.

Taking another bite, he washed it down quickly with a drink of soda, 
glancing towards the screen to see which scores were going across the ticker 
before looking back at her. "So, you got stuck in a lot of bikini contests, 
huh?"

Nodding, she told him, "More than I can count. House shows mostly."

"Did you like them?"

Looking at him, confused, she asked, "Excuse me?"

"Did you like doing them?" He asked. Taking a glance at the screen, he said, 
"From what I can gather, some Divas like them, some don't. All depends on 
the personality."

"Well..." She said, trailing off as she tried to form her words in her mind. 
"I didn't dislike them. I didn't come to work thinking "Oh boy, another 
bikini contest!", but I didn't go out of my way to get out of them. Depended 
on the crowd mostly. If they were into it, it went a lot smoother."

"Yea." He said. "Some crowds can be good, others are assholes. Like I said, 
I try to avoid them all together if I can help it, but all the Divas know to 
bring a swimsuit just in case. Sometimes it's easier to give into Vince's 
perv leanings than argue with him."

"I know all about that." She said.

"So, you said you got out of wrestling because of your daughter, right?" He 
asked, taking another bite. When she nodded, he asked, "So what's changed? 
You were talking about coming back earlier today."

"I was just talking." She said. When he nodded, she told him, "Dustin is 
home a lot more now, so he's been taking Dakota more, so I'm left with more 
free time." Looking at him, she shrugged. "And I can't lie. Being out in 
front of a live crowd is addictive. There's nothing like it. I'd really want 
to come back if the WWE could find a job for me, but I'm not going to beg 
for a job. Vince told me when I left that I'd always have a job, but you 
know how Vince is with his promises."

"They're good so long as it suits him." Tim said with a nod. "Hence why I 
got everything in writing."

"Smart move." She told him. "I got promised tones of things in my career, 
and they never came true. Getting tired of empty promises was a part of the 
reason I left. And I doubt Vince would welcome me back as openly as he said 
he would."

Nodding, he told her, "It's hard to get a job with the WWE. I was lucky in 
that Vince came to me. I'm trying to make it easier for girls to get in, but 
I'm only in control of the wrestling side. You were always more of a 
manager, and I don't have anything to do with managers."

Nodding, she looked at him, asking softly, "Were you serious earlier about 
being willing to work with me? I mean, I have NO training what so ever..."

"Neither does half the Divas I got stuck with." He told her. "And, to answer 
your question, if you are serious, I'm serious."

Smiling softly, she said, "If I was younger, I'd be all over that."

Smiling, he took another drink, glancing over to check the ticker. "Well, 
even if you think you're to old, I'd be willing to give it a whirl if you 
wanted to."

Her smile growing a little, she asked, "Really?"

Nodding, he turned his full visual attention to the TV, telling her, 
"Really. Like I said, you have a name. That's not something you can buy in 
this business." Smiling, he added, "You'll learn quickly that I don't 
bullshit. Lying wastes time."

Grinning, she leaned back on the couch. "I dunno what to say. Thank you, 
maybe?" When he shrugged, she smiled. Letting her eyes drift up and down his 
form, his diverted attention making it a low risk proposition, she smiled at 
what she saw. "You really are cute as a button, you know that?" Seeing him 
blush and continue to look away, she smiled. Deciding a change of topic 
might be in order, she asked, "So what's with the sword?"

"Yea, that." He said, his smile fading. "My uncle got me into kendo when I 
was young, and I really took to it. Was never much of a straight up, punch 
and kick fighter, but I took to kendo pretty quick. Got really good, won 
some trophies, and my uncle got me the pair when I was ten."

"Pair?"

Realizing what he had said, he sighed. Looking over at her, he said, "This 
doesn't leave the room?" When she nodded, he told her, "There's another one 
under the bed. Shorter sword. It's part of a pair. The Daisho. Samurai set. 
I used to keep them at my uncles, but when I started driving around with the 
WWE, and having the Divas traveling with me...well, I wanted some 
protection. I hate guns, and I'm trained...even have a permit to carry them. 
See?" Reaching into his pocket and retrieving his wallet, he pulled out a 
card, holding it up and letting Terri see it before putting it back in his 
wallet. "Seemed like a good fit."

"Until you pull one of them out to go after Orton and Batista." She pointed 
out. When he nodded and hung his head, she told him, "Look, Tim, it's really 
admirable that you worry about there safety so much, but if you really did, 
you'd ditch the swords. If Vince finds out you have them, you're going to 
get fired, and the Divas will be on their own again. And, from what Trish 
and the others told me, you've done a lot for them."

Nodding, he leaned back on the couch, setting the empty plate and can down 
on the night table and closing his eyes, taking a few deep breaths. "This 
has been one of the most stressful days in my entire life." He said. "Just 
one headache after another."

Leaning back to match his pose, she looked over at him. "Want something to 
drink?"

"I already had something."

"I meant booze, Tim."

"I'm twenty, Terri."

"You say that like I'm a bartender."

Chuckling, he smiled, shaking his head. "Thank you, but no. Not good with 
booze."

Smiling, she said, "I thought you were twenty, and off limits for booze?"

"I am." He said, grinning. "More because of prior experience than my age." 
Seeing her eyebrow arch, asking for an explanation, he shook his head, 
smiling. "I am not telling you that."

"Oh, come on." She said, reaching over and poking him. "I'm letting you stay 
at my house, making you food, and you'll probably never see me again...for 
at least a few months, anyways, until the WWE comes back this way." When he 
chuckled again, she grinned. "Spill. Everyone has a bad booze story. I wanna 
hear yours."

"Will you tell me yours?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because your not old enough to hear it." She said with a wicked grin.

Shaking his head, he sighed. "Now I don't wanna know." When she giggled, he 
smiled. "Me and a couple of buddies got one of there brothers to get us a 
two-four of Budweiser for a camping trip we were taking." Looking at her, he 
smiled. "I was...I wanna say thirteen." When she giggled, he continued. "We 
had no idea what we were doing, how to pace ourselves, anything. We just 
split the beer, and hammered them back. Mine were gone in like half an hour, 
tops."

"Oh god."

"Yea, oh god." He said, laughing. "I got so sick, puked so hard that I tore 
a muscle in my back and my friends had to call my uncle to come pick me up. 
They had to pump my stomach at the hospital, which I thought was bogus since 
I'm sure I didn't have anything left. My uncle grounded me for the rest of 
the summer."

Howling with laughter, Terri leaned on the couch, looking over at Tim. "You 
talk a lot about your uncle. Was he around a lot when you were growing up?"

"He was what I had growing up." Tim said. "He raised me since I was like 
eight."

"Oh." She said, her laughter slowing down, but still bubbling up from time 
to time. "Didn't you have any parents?"

His smile falling slightly, Tim nodded. "I did."

"Did?"

"Did."

"Did they...move?"

"No."

Realizing she had hit on a bad spot, Terri fought with herself on how to 
continue. "Did your parents pass away?"

"Yea." Tim said, nodding. "When I was eight."

"How..."

"I don't talk about that." He told her firmly. "Ever." Looking over at 
Terri, he smiled softly. "I hope I'm not being a prick, but I really don't 
like talking about them. No good memories. I've moved on."

Nodding, Terri watched him as looked away, his gaze towards the TV, but his 
focus clearly miles away. "I don't drink much anymore either." She said. 
When he nodded, she leaned back, letting her head rest on the couch, trying 
to figure out what to say to get herself out of whatever hole she had dug. 
Deciding that he just needed a few minutes to clear his mind, she turned 
towards the TV, watching as the sports highlight show started up again, 
signaling the beginning of a new half hour.

"That kinda killed the fun, didn't it?" Tim asked. Looking over at Terri, he 
sighed. "I'm sorry. I know you don't mean anything by it, it's just..."

"Touchy." She finished. When he nodded, she said, "I won't bring it up 
again."

"Thank you."

Watching as he turned back towards the TV, she smiled. "So, are you and 
Trish...you know, an item?"

Smiling, he shook his head. "No. Just friends."

"Who sleep together?"

"Nap together." He corrected. "She has a thing for naps, and I sleep during 
the day, so it works out." When she nodded, he said, "And, I like bouncing 
ideas off of her from time to time to get a sense of how they'll work. She's 
been around longer than I have, so I always like getting a second opinion."

"Ahh." Terri said. Looking at him, she smiled. "Surprised she hasn't at 
least made a move on you. You really are a cute one."

Smiling and blushing slightly, he told her, "You said that already...several 
times, actually."

Sighing, she said, "I probably have. I tend to ramble a fair bit."

Grinning, he looked over at her, returning the favor and looking her over 
quickly. "Well, women who are cute are usually ugly, and you are certainly 
not ugly, so I guess I can't call you cute."

Now it was her turn to blush, making her lips curl up into a tight smile. 
"Thank you, Tim." Looking towards the TV, she noted the time, realizing how 
late it was getting. "Shouldn't you be getting some sleep sometime?"

Shrugging, he looked at the clock. "I don't sleep all that much. Byproduct 
of working in Hollywood. And driving Divas from town to town."

Nodding, she pushed herself up on the couch, adjusting herself on it to get 
more comfortable and stretch out her legs, unconsciously getting closer to 
him. Giving him another look as he focused on the scores on the screen, she 
licked her lips softly, before backing up slightly, shaking her head. ~What 
the hell did you put into my head, Trish?~ She thought, trying to keep her 
eyes on his face, but failing and drifting them over his body, taking in the 
way his clothes hung off of his muscled frame. "So, your pretty much up all 
night?" She asked coyly before she could filter her mouth.

Nodding, he turned to look at her, realizing that she had moved across the 
couch slightly, moving closer to him. "Yea." He said, nodding. Watching her 
eyes, he noticed as her breathing hitched slightly, her eyes roaming ever so 
slightly as she looked at him. Thinking back to what she had said, he
thought, ~What does she mean, I'm cute?~ Turning back towards the TV before
he got found out staring her down, he thought, ~God, she isn't talking
about...she couldn't be, could she? She's like twice your age!~ Risking
another glance over, and finding her still looking at him, he tried to
compose himself, suddenly becoming uncomfortable with the scores rolling
across the screen. ~Just go with it. All she's doing is looking. Lots of
people stare. Maybe she's just a stare-er?~ Feeling her eyes lingering on 
him before leaving, turning towards the TV before returning, he wondered,
~What if she is getting at that? She's older than you...but so is Victoria. 
And you tell her age isn't a problem. If you shot her down because of her 
age, how true would that make what you tell Victoria? She's still smoking 
hot, so what does age matter?~

Licking his lips slightly, he nodded, gathering his thoughts. "Yea, pretty 
much." He said, nodding. "Just staying up late, watching TV, and trying to 
keep ahead of the scripts for the Divas."

Smiling at his expanded answer, she tried not to stare at him, looking 
towards the TV, but catching him returning her gaze and quickly shifting her 
eyes back. ~Are you fucking high?~ Her mind screamed. ~He's twenty fucking
years old! What are you doing?~ Her mouth not responding to her brain, she
grinned. "Must get lonely, huh?"

Now completely confused, he tried to figure out an appropriate response.
~What the hell can you tell her?~ He thought. ~You don't even know what 
she's getting at! She could just be being nice, and you go all horn dog on 
her, and next thing you know, she's kicking you out and you're sleeping on a 
bench in the rain!~ Almost whining at his internal struggle, he decided to 
lob a softball answer at her, seeing what she'd say. Shrugging, he told her, 
"Well, sometimes. Sometimes I have some company to stay up with me, but 
usually, when I do, I don't get a lot of work done." Seeing her interest 
visibly peek, he almost jumped for joy. Controlling his emotions, mostly, he 
thought, ~Fuck this. The bench can't be that bad.~ "Are you doing anything 
tonight?" He asked, trying to come off as casual, and, for once, succeeding, 
almost surprising himself. "I don't even have my laptop, so I can't write. 
I'm pretty much limited to watching Sportscenter re-runs and raiding your 
fridge. I get the sports package with my satellite box, so at least I 
usually have that."

~Holy shit!~ Her mind screamed. ~Is he serious?~ Trying to come up with 
an equally vague comeback, she asked, "What would we do? I mean, I don't 
have a whole lot else to do. And you are company, so..."

Listening to her trail off, he gathered up all of his courage, quickly 
realizing that he wasn't dealing with a WWE Diva, someone who was off limits 
unless he was specifically asked to do something with them, but an Ex-WWE 
Diva, someone who had occupied many of his lewd, lustful thoughts, and was 
waiting for him to make the first move. ~If that's what she wants.~ His 
mind reminded him. ~Remember, you don't have a blanket. Some hobo might 
shank you for your watch if you wind up on a bench.~

Realizing that he was to far in to stop now, he stayed the course, asking 
her, "Well, do you like sports?"

"Well, soccer." She said. "But I don't get much on this TV...especially at 
this hour."

"Ah." He said, nodding. "Got any good movies? All mine got wrecked."

"I do." She admitted, before sighing, "But I've watched them all to death. 
And I put a parental lock on the TV so the kid couldn't order movies...and I 
kinda forgot the password."

"Smooth." He said with a grin. When she giggled, he shrugged. "I dunno what 
to do then. That's mostly what I do, besides writing my scripts."

Nodding, she realized it was her turn to further the conversation. Looking 
at him, she casually asked him, "What do you and your friends do when they 
keep you company?"

Smiling, he shrugged. "Things."

Smiling, she asked, "Things?" When he nodded, she smiled wider. "Thank you, 
oh vague one."

Grinning, he shrugged again. "You know, things." Looking at her, he added, 
"Things guys and girls do when they get together."

Quickly realizing that what he was offering was exactly what her twisted 
mind wanted, and her body assured her it needed, she knew a choice had to be 
made. Either tell him she didn't mean that, back off, make a hasty exit, and 
hope he didn't get to mad with her leading him on.

Or go for it, and worry about the consequences