• Amageddon 2005
• Mike sees another side to Carrie
• The Batistas get reacquainted on the road
• Randy finally gets to see Rebecca, but is that a good thing?
• A diva is willing to accept what’s available instead of her goal
• This one got away from me.  It started small and just kept growing.
• Nan and her great graphic again.  Thanks!
• The working title for this one was Discoveries

Feedback: always appreciated!

"Mom," Liz said with the appropriate eye roll.  "We'll be fine.  It's not like you're going to the moon or anything."  Kris was fussing with anything and everything within her reach.  The kids were at her parents’ house for the next four days so she and David could spend some time together on the road.  Mikie and Lissa had already run away to find more interesting things to do rather than get smothered by their worried mother, again.  Kris knew they’d both gone in search of Grampa, he was way more fun than her. 

Darlene was standing in the kitchen, watching her nervous daughter fuss.  She knew there was more to her traveling with her husband than she'd been told, but she was more than happy to help out regardless.  The kids were always fun to have around, even if they did tire her and Neal out.  Darlene looked at the clock before she decided to interrupt. 

"Honey," Darlene asked.  Kris ignored her or didn't hear her since she kept rummaging through Lissa's bag for some item. "Kris, it's getting late, time to go," Darlene said with more authority.  Kris looked up at her mom, understanding in her eyes, but she was still reluctant to leave.  Her attention was diverted to her youngest child’s overnight bag again.  "Krystal Anne, you need to leave right now," Darlene said sternly.   

Kris's head popped up in surprise, her blue eyes wide.  Her mother hadn't called her that in years. 

"Okay, okay.  I'm going.  Just promise me, you'll call me if you need me," Kris said as she backed away.  She glanced at the kitchen clock on the wall and realized she really did need to get moving. 

"They'll be fine, sweetheart," Darlene assured her worried daughter.  Kris nodded one last time as she turned to leave.  Darlene saw that her daughter was trying to keep from crying in front of her children, knowing they'd think she was being silly.  Darlene understood her daughter's worries all too well.  But she needed to let go and spend some time with her husband as well.  The kids would be fine with her.  Kris and David would get to spend some time together and Kris would get to experience some of the road life that had become second nature to her husband. 

 ***

We all have a sickness
that cleverly attaches and multiplies
No matter how we try.
We all have someone that digs at us,
at least we dig each other.

So when sickness turns my ego up
I know you'll act as a clever medicine.
If I turn into another,
dig me up from under what is covering
The better part of me.

            Incubus - Dig 

"What is so fucking hard to see what I'm saying," Mike snarled at the love of his life.  The petite woman noticed his climbing temper and ignored it, preferring to let his tantrum play out without her.  She turned from him without a word, leaving him fuming in the kitchen.

She made it several steps before she was spun around to face the enraged man by the simple act of grabbing her hand and pulling...hard.

"God damn it, why is this always an issue with you," Mike shouted.  She raised her eyes in silence, keeping her temper firmly in check.  She'd learned early on that it didn't pay to loose her temper.   

"Answer me, damn it," he shouted, grabbing her shoulders.  She continued her silent response to his actions, driving him further over the edge.  Mike shook her shoulders slightly, trying to will an answer out of her.  Her continued silence was his undoing, he couldn't stand it.

"God damn it," he said, pulling his hands off her shoulders, leaving one hand pulled back, instead of dropped by his side.

Carrie glanced at his hand that was ready to inflict whatever pain he could and tipped up her chin up in challenge to his raised hand.  He couldn't hurt her anymore.  No one could.  She'd been toughened years ago by surviving abuse at the hands of someone else who professed to love her.

Mike watched her chin come up as she again raised her eyes to his.  Her eyes stopped him instantly.  He'd expected her to be irritated or even angry.  But the eyes that stared back at him held nothing.  They were blank, giving away nothing.  He'd seen that empty gaze from her before.  Two other times when she had disappeared on him, leaving her body so to speak.  Both of those times she had shut down completely, but this time she'd retreated without any of her previous struggles.  The thought that she had already retreated behind her mile high walls stopped him cold.  Somehow he'd managed to frighten her enough that she felt she had to hide behind her weird ass Vulcan mind thing or whatever the fuck it was called.  Add to the fact that she stared back at him, seeming to almost dare him to hit her brought bile up quickly.   

He turned away from her as he fought down the instant wave of nausea that his sudden insight had brought.  Christ almighty, why couldn't he ever learn to control his temper?  Why did he have to keep harping on her about shit?  What was his fucking problem?  She said she wasn't going to change her mind and that was that.  Why he couldn't take no for an answer, he didn't know.  He had to keep pushing and pushing her and deep down he knew there would come a day that he'd push her one time too many.  He just had to shut the fuck up and trust her to know her own body.  Didn't mean he had to like it.  Wondering if Hunter would have any more luck than him, he followed her down the stairs.  As she reached for her keys, he piped up.

"I'll drive, Babe. You might be tired after," Mike said quietly, his raging temper evaporated.  Carrie glanced at him, nodding quickly at his offered olive branch.  Mike reached for her gym bag, relieved that she didn't bark back at him.  He knew if their roles were reversed he'd be ripping her up one side, down the other for the next two hours before he ran out of steam.  Not for the first time, he thanked God that one of them had some self control.  As he veered to Giselle, she spoke up.

"The truck, Mike.  We gotta pick up Jeremy," Carrie said quietly.  She was still too reserved for his liking, but he wasn't about to snap at her about this Jeremy person.  The specter of calling her pompous, overbearing, self appointed big brother loomed larger in his mind, but he shoved it aside for now.  Hunter had stated many times that Mike could call him at any time for any issue with his Lil’ Sis, but he knew that their domestic squabble wasn’t exactly the kind of issue Hunter had been referring to.

"Okay," Mike said slowly as he helped her up.  She scooted over to the middle and fastened her seatbelt in silence.  The next few moments were filled with quiet directions from her and Mike following them without a word of complaint.  Mike was dimly aware of Carrie flipping open her phone and texting someone, but he again stayed quiet, trying not to dig a bigger hole for himself.

"This drive, Mike." Carrie said quietly.  No sooner had they pulled in and he'd put the truck into park that the front door of the rambler opened.  Mike clamped his lips shut as the kid approached the truck.  His first impression was of a leggy yearly, all legs and elbows.  But as the harmless kid approached the truck, he revised his impression and his age estimate up by a couple of years.  Harmless kids don't have sideburns.  Shut up, he chided himself.

"Thanks, Miss Martin.  My mom is sick or she'd have driven me," Jeremy said before he was even seated.  Carrie smiled at him in genuine welcome.  She hadn't seen him in months and was relieved he'd be able to help her teach class tonight…

Mike watched in silence as Carrie returned from one of the hallways dressed in what she had laughingly once described as her dress whites.  They definitely looked like white pajamas, but he knew they weren’t.  She called them something like gee, or whatever.  He also knew she had one of her stretchy yoga tops on underneath, going against standard protocol.  He’d watched her pack her bag as he’d tried to reason with her earlier. 

Now his stomach was in knots, but he daren’t let it show around all the parents that he was seated with.  They had all been thrilled when his girlfriend had walked in twenty minutes ago with the kid in tow.  Jeremy.  That was his name.  As he sat in silence, listening to the excited parents and kids, he learned how rare it was for Carrie to even agree to teach a class.  The fact that she’d chosen to accept it tonight was seen as some sort of benediction of the little ankle biters by their parents.  Mike was at a loss to keep up with the chatter, but he shut his mouth and kept his ears open, hoping to learn more about the mother of his boys.  He learned that the Jeremy kid was one of her advanced students, but the parents didn’t understand why he was with her tonight in a class of kids that were all under ten years old.  Some looked barely school age.  Fuck, he had no idea how old some of the tiny ones were, but if he kept listening, he bet he’d learn.

He watched his small girlfriend wink at a few of the kids before assuming a serious expression and stepping barefoot on to the mat.  She bowed to the mat and before she’d even straightened all chatter stopped.  Turning to the class of suddenly silent kids, she bowed to them after they bowed to her.  Mike didn’t know what the fuck just happened, so he sat in his corner and tried not to stare.  The sometimes willful, funny, stubborn woman that he loved was suddenly replaced by a soft spoken, patient instructor.  Mike watched it happen and he still didn’t get it.  The kids all sat in silence, watching with huge eyes as Carrie walked around them, speaking quietly.  No one off the mat could hear what she said, but it was obvious the kids could.  She never raised her voice, or had to chide any of the little ones to pay attention.  An image of the Pied Piper popped into his head at her obvious control of her students.  Mike stared, enraptured.  The loud whispers of the parents had stopped too, he finally noticed.  He frowned, looking around at the group of proud parents.  More than a few returned his questioning stare with knowing smiles. 

One mother was brave enough to speak up, saying, “She is gorgeous, isn’t she.  Trent, my husband,” she added quickly.  “will be so pissed that he didn’t come tonight.  He has the biggest crush on her.”  Mike blinked at her words, trying to understand what the woman was talking about.

“I hear she’s not married,” another woman spoke up.  Several other heads bobbed in agreement.  Suddenly emboldened by the subject matter, the parents all started speaking at once.

“I hear she doesn’t like men.”

“Wonder why Jeremy is demonstrating tonight?”

“Shame, if I looked like her..” 

“She looks different somehow, don’t you think?”

“Morgan was so thrilled when he heard who was Sensei tonight.” 

“Must be all the hair,”

“Why doesn’t she teach anymore?”

“I heard she was married and that her husband throws her around,” one of the few fathers offered.  Several gasps of shock greeted the announcement.

“I can’t see that.”

“He better have good life insurance.” 

Mike’s brows were still raised at the opinion that his girlfriend didn’t like men.  She sure had a funny way of showing it.  A grin started unconsciously. 

“Oh, look at Elijah.  He’s trying so hard,” a proud mother said, watching one of the smallest tots holds his hands down and kick a leg out, all without toppling over.  Mike’s attention was drawn back to the matt and the sudden noise as the kids started moving in some form of unison.  Some had more control than others, he noticed.  He quickly put his hand up to his mouth to hide his widening grin at some of the serious faces.  They were all so serious, trying so hard as Elijah’s mother had said.  The din around him continued as parents watched their little darlings.  Carrie eventually spoke with each child and patiently helped them into the requested position.  Jeremy was her helper, demonstrating if needed. 

Now he understood and realized how stupid he’d been earlier.  She knew that she wasn’t in any danger.  He’d had visions of her doing some wild ass flying kicks and punches without regard for their unborn babes.  What a dumb fuck.  He certainly owed her an apology, again.  Hell, a hundred apologies for his earlier actions causing her retreat.

“Which one is yours,” Elijah’s mother asked.  Mike frowned at her, oblivious.  “Which child is yours,” she tried again, pointing at the strangely quite but energetic kids on the mat.

“Huh,” was all Mike could say in response.  One of the other mothers leaned over to explain better, since it was obvious that this father wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer.  Probably his first time bringing his kid.  She glanced around trying to see which mother wasn’t in attendance.

“Is your kid still a white belt,” was asked of Mike.  He blinked as their questions finally made sense.  He grinned back at the suddenly quiet nosy adults.  All of them seemed to have tuned into the little conversation.

“She’s right there,” he grinned, pointing at Carrie as she instructed a little girl with her hair knotted on top of her head.

“Jessica?”

“No, right next to her,” Mike said quietly, knowing that the devil was gonna make him pay for the little tease but he couldn’t help himself.  Silence met his words since no her was next to Jessica.  The closest little girl was several rows away and his pointing finger was no where near any other.

“You don’t mean,” one of the parents finally asked.  He nodded, grinning.  Gasps could be heard as the rest of the parental clutch realized exactly who was sitting in their midst.  Mike was amazed at the change in their demeanor, the gentle teasing and banter was suddenly replaced by seriousness.  Mike could hear whispers around him, but didn’t bother listening, knowing he’d made an impression on the gossipy bunch.

Before he knew it, the class seemed to come to an end.  Seemingly without a word, the children put themselves back in order on the matt to bow at both Jeremy and Carrie.  Once they’d received a bow in return, they exited the matt and the typical kids noises resumed. 

“Really?  Wow,” Mike overhead one kid say in his direction, knowing his not so secret identity had just been shared.  More surprised voices joined the first making Mike smile as he watched his girlfriend walk to him and the extra water bottle he’d been charged with holding.

“Thanks,” she said quietly, taking the water from him.  He leaned down to kiss her forehead, knowing all eyes were on them.

“How are you, Babe,” Mike asked, sliding his hand to her tummy.  There was no mistaking his gesture.  The devil really was with him tonight. Seeing the wicked glint in his eyes, Carrie looked past him to the gathered group pretending not to gawk.

“I’m fine,” she said quietly.  “Enjoying yourself,” she teased.  He nodded, kissing her cheek before she pulled away to change… 

***  

If I was beautiful like you
I would never be at fault
I would walk in the rain
between the raindrops
Bringing traffic to a halt

But that can never be
that will never, never be
Coz I’m not beautiful like you
I'm beautiful like me
     Garbage – Beautiful 

"Kris," David said as he squeezed her hand gently in a signal to her.  "I want you to meet Melina," he said turning to smile at the diva.  Kris' smile never faltered even though she was aware of the meaning of her husband's silent warning. 

"Melina, I'm so glad to finally get to meet you.  Dave's told me so much about you," she said, extending her hand to the vivacious brunette. 

"Thanks.  Good to meet to you, too.  Dave's always talking about you," Melina admitted.  No way in hell was she gonna admit anything else to the beautiful blond in front her.  No way.  Before either woman had a chance to say anything else, David spun his wife to face him, effectively dismissing the diva.   

Melina watched in outrage as David tilted his head to his wife’s ear. She heard him mumble something like have I told you how sexy you are today.  Melina blinked at the words and actions of the usually polite world champion.  She narrowed her eyes in anger as she watched the woman flush at her husband's words. 

Kris' eyes locked onto her husband and saw a minute wink.  She knew he had purposely 'dissed the other woman, not wanting to ruin their evening.   

She leaned into his neck and murmured, "Show me where the locker room is."  As the words left her mouth, she nipped his neck, causing him to start in surprise and pleasure.  She felt his growl in response.  She knew they were putting on a show for the diva and she had no problem playing along if it meant the woman would stop hounding her husband.  

"God damn, baby.  I have to get changed," he said, sliding his hand down.  He squeezed his favorite ass in appreciation 

"I know," she breathed. "I'm looking forward to it," Kris teased him.   

Without another word, David guided his wife away from the seething brunette.  He'd initially been surprised she understood his actions, but remembered that they'd been through the same shit years earlier when he worked security and all the club rats. 

Melina fumed in silence, watching the happy couple walk away without directing any thought to her.  They didn't bother with any niceties, saying something insincere like nice to have met you, hope we meet again, let's do lunch or any of that shit.  Melina was still fuming as one of the newest diva's walked up uninvited. 

"They look so happy, don't they," Ashley said.  Melina glared at the 2005 Diva winner.  She didn't like her before and after stating the obvious, she liked her even less.   

Ashley continued, "They look so good together."   

Melina heard Ashley but ignored her as she stared at the couple walking away still, willing David to turn around or say something.   

"Dave said she was pretty, but she's beautiful," Ashley gushed. 

"Enough!"  Melina held up her hand in front of the blond, signaling her to shut up.   

Ashley blinked at the other's anger.  She understood her anger but thought she was sniffing around the wrong big dog.  It looked like Melina wasn't even going to get any scraps from him.  Ashley was privately elated, since she didn't like Melina.  She was one of the few that had been cold and unhelpful since she started weeks ago.  She had been curious about Dave's wife, so she understood the Diva's frustration at being out classed in every way, but knew Melina was wasting her energies thinking about a very happily married man.  Not her issue, Ashley thought as she left the pissed off diva to her own devices. 

"Kris, have I ever told you how proud you make me," David asked with his customary twinkle back in his eye.  Kris nodded with an evil smirk. 

"She got an eyeful, didn't she," Kris asked.  "Poor baby," was all she said in response to the diva's likely response to their impromptu grope session.  Kris had heard from both her husband and her sister about some of the ladies, so she knew exactly what the exhibition was for. 

"Here's the locker room.  There's the ladies room, and over there is catering, honey.  If you need anything, just knock," David said with a quick look to the locker room door.  "I'll be out in a few minutes and then we can continue what you started."   

Kris had been smiling at her husband's instructions, but stopped as the last of his words left his mouth. 

"Hey, what I started?  What about you, Wally," Kris teased. 

"Don't start that now, not here," David warned with a mock glare for his lovely wife.  He felt so much more at peace today having her beside him. 

"Okay, you big baby.  Go on, go get in your shiny undies.  I'll see you back in catering," Kris said with a wink.  She knew he'd be at least half an hour.  So she reasoned she'd use that time to grab something to eat and wait for him.   

Melina had followed at a distance, guessing correctly where they were headed.  She smirked as she watched the blond walk back toward the catering area, leaving her free reign to do as she pleased.  She made a quick dash in to the bathroom, to make some necessary adjustments to her wardrobe.  She used the time to also freshen her makeup and hair just a little.  With a flounce, she walked out the door, turning back toward the men's locker room with her plan firmly fixed in her mind. 

Kris stat down at an empty table with her tray filled with some indescribable chicken dish and fruit.  Randy was passing through the catering area when he spotted her.  He did a double take to make sure he wasn't seeing things.  He smiled, detouring to her table.   

Kris saw Randy approach and smiled in response to his grin.  He looked so happy, she noted.  Much different than the last time she saw him. Recalling her sister's comments, she thought maybe the mystery woman might be the cause of his change in demeanor.  She'd find out soon enough since he was no damn good at hiding things from her.  He never had been. 

"Kris," Randy called out to her as he strolled up.  "Dave never said.  He never said you were coming this week.  How long," Randy asked.  Kris set her fork down and stood up.  She reached for him and wrapped her arms around him, giving him a genuine hug.  He reciprocated by wrapping his arms around her. 

"Let's give them something to talk about," Kris giggled, tightening her grip on his neck.  He chuckled and held her, willing to play. 

"You haven't changed," Randy murmured against her hair.  She released him with a smile. 

"Did you think I would," she asked, resuming her seat.  She motioned for him to take one too. 

"Nah, not really.  You look great, Kris.  Just great," Randy said sincerely.  She smiled at him in acknowledgment of his compliment. 

"Thanks, I think," she teased.  Before he had a chance to reply, she asked, "You look like you're doing great, Killer.  New lady?"  Kris was stunned to watch the Legend Killer, Randy Orton blush at her question.  He squirmed in his seat at her penetrating gaze. 

"Yeah," he said, trying to sound oh so casual and failing big time.  He hadn't told anyone about Rebecca other than Big Sis.  That must be it, he thought.  "Carrie tell you?" 

"No, just a lucky guess," she admitted, taking her next bite.  She watched a debate rage in front of her.  She could see he was excited about this new mystery lady, but didn't want to say anything, but knew if he told her she wouldn't blab to the rest of the crew anyway.  Finally he decided he had to share his excitement with someone and Kris was nice and safe, someone he knew he could trust. 

Randy rolled his head on his shoulders, trying to decide where to start and to work out some of his nerves.  He still wasn't convinced that Rebecca wouldn't just hang up on him, regardless of the fact that she hadn't done it in a couple of weeks.  Add to the fact that she was flying out today and due to meet him in an hour or so and he was a fucking bundle of nerves.  Kris waited him out, knowing him better than he realized. 

“She’s due here in an hour or so and I haven’t told anyone, because…” Randy admitted.  He shrugged again.  “Shit, in case she bails on me.  I don’t want to get shit for it.”  Randy’s eye slid up to meet Kris’, holding all his insecurities about his new girl.  Kris understood exactly how important this girl was to him and what he didn’t say. 

“What’s her name and where did you meet her?  C’mon, I want all the details, kiddo,” Kris teased a grin out of him. 

“Okay,” Randy laughed, holding his hands up in mock surrender.  “You’re as tough at your sister, geeze,” he groused, grinning.  Kris nodded at the comment but cocked a brow in waiting.  Randy blew out his breath first.  He had already made the decision he wasn’t even going to talk to his dad tonight except for the cameras and if he could help it, he’d keep Rebecca far away from his dad.  The fiasco with Big Sis was still giving him nightmares.  Shoving that shit aside, he proceeded to fill Kris in on his extremely unlikely meeting of Rebecca in a health food store and her initial impression of him.  Kris watched him as she listened, knowing that Randy was painfully transparent about things that were important to him.  And this girl, this Rebecca, was very important to him. 

“I got her a suite, ordered a late dinner for her in case she doesn’t like this shit,” Randy waved an arm at the catering line. 

“So, you’re not…” was all Kris asked delicately. 

“Oh hell no!  Not yet.  What do you think I am,” Randy said, his outrage obvious.   

I know what kind of man you can be.  And welcome to the more mature man you seem to be growing into.  Kris kept her thoughts to herself, smiling at the highly offended young man sitting across from her.  She batted her eyes at him, knowing that he’d understand she’d been teasing him. 

“Oh, hell.  Sorry, Kris.  Sorry for yelling at you.  I thought…” Randy flailed around verbally, trying to find the right words to explain himself, as always.   

*** 

Melina looked around quickly, spotting David’s luggage in one of the furthest alcoves.  Far from the door worked for her.  Now she just had to find him.  The looker room wasn’t that big.  Six foot six foot of man is kinda hard to hide, she smirked at herself.  Yes, very hard to hide.  She slipped the rest of her top off, proud of her breasts and any chance to show them off.  Licking her lips in anticipation, she held in her giggle, not wanting to give The Animal any warning of her intent.  Realizing that a certain someone must be in the running shower, her grin became Cheshire Cat like.  Pinching her nipples to make them stand up and be even more eye catching, she counted herself ready to pounce on her prey.  She strutted to the end of the room and the opening to the showers.  The steam was considerable, but not blinding.  Melina looked to the tiled area, expecting to see The Animal. 

“It must be my lucky day,” the long hair man drawled at the sight of the diva semi naked and obviously willing, greeting him just out of the shower. 

Melina blinked back her surprise, starting to back up, caught by her own machinations. 

“Is that any way to treat a man?  You tempt me with such a beautiful sight,” he asked, dropping his barely used towel to reach for the scantily clad diva.  Melina was many things.  One of them was a slave to her ego.  She’d been prepared to turn tail and flee, but when he’d said beautiful, she paused.  She knew what her plans had been, but considering her own frustrations, she was willing to take the offered attention instead.  Any attention was better than none and she was too much woman to tolerate that. 

“Do you like what you see,” she purred, sliding a leg up to his naked hip.   

“Do I ever,” Darlin’,” he leered, sliding his hands over her large peaked breasts, causing her to groan.  He loved a willing woman and when one happened to wander into his path, he wasn’t one to turn away from the available delights. 

David came back out of the bathroom, pausing to take in the sight of Matt and Melina going to town on each other, oblivious to anything else.  He grabbed his gear and headed back into restroom, not wanting to watch the woman that tormented the shit out of him get her groove on.  After lacing his boots and sliding on a t shirt, he exited the bathroom again, briefly forgetting about the coupling happening. 

The pair had moved from exploring every inch of available skin to grunting and sweating at each other as Matt was on his feet behind Melina, planting her face into a wall.  David grinned at the sight, knowing she’d hate to know he’d seen her in so unflattering a position.  He left them to it, knowing they’d be professional when the cameras rolled in a few hours. 

“What’s got you grinning,” Kris asked her husband when he was close, seeing his smile as he’d left the locker room. 

“Oh nuthin’,” he lied badly.  Randy raised a brow at the lie that even he could detect.  David shook his head in defeat.  His wife tended to do that to him, and he was fine with that.  Randy silently watched the chemistry between them, hoping that he’d experience that one day. 

“It’s just that I left Matt and Melina getting busy,” he said, sitting down next to his wife.  He leaned in to kiss her cheek. 

“Maybe she won’t bug you tonight then,” Kris chuckled.  Randy pursed his lips to keep his surprise hidden.  He had no idea that Kris knew about Melina, none.  How did she stand it?  He should ask her, in case Rebecca got freaked out by some of the groping he was subjected to.   

A loud wail interrupted any other conversation.  The pitch of the wail changed, broken only by the wailer pausing for breath.  Kris’s left brow arched high as she looked at her husband.  

“I take it that’s her?” 

“Oh yeah,” Randy said, grinning.  David nodded back at his wife in agreement to Randy’s comment. 

“Always,” Kris asked. 

“I’m pretty sure, babe.” David said, his grin threatening. 

“Stupid.  She obviously doesn’t have kids,” Kris said without thought.  David chuckled at his wife.  Randy choked on his coffee at her words.  It never occurred to him to think of Melina’s noises like that.  “You okay, kiddo?  Not gonna die on us, are you,” Kris asked as Randy finally manage to swallow his coffee instead of spraying everyone with it.  He nodded in silence.  Kris rolled her eyes at the continued wailing.  “The only reason she does that is for attention.  We can all make that much noise if we wanted,” Kris said in disgust. 

David reached for his wife’s hand, stoking the back of it with his fingers.  So delicate and soft.  “I know, honey.”  Bringing her hand up to his lips, he flipped her hand over and kissed the inside of her wrist.  Kris locked eyes with her husband, seeing his already dark eyes darken even more as she watched.    

*** 

Randy was forgotten, sitting across for the Batista’s in catering.  He squirmed in his seat for a few moments not wanting to interrupt them, knowing how much David missed his wife when he traveled.  He’d talked to Randy often enough about it.  He finally made a decision and stood up in silence, leaving the two to continue their silent communication.  He needed to calm down anyway since she was due any time.  And watching David and Kris with each other was not a way to calm down.  He shrugged into his coat, patting his pockets for his smokes thinking he’d step outside for a few minutes and calm down.  The last thing he wanted to do was jump all over Rebecca when she showed up.  He’d promised her he’d be on his best behavior and the asshole would be reserved for the crowds around the ring tonight. 

He was passing the garage level entry, intent on a side entrance when he heard his name called.  Knowing that he was walking in clear view of any fans waiting outside, he didn’t bother looking their way, just waved and continued on. 

“God damn it, Randy!  You said,” was all she got out before Randy whipped his head toward the female voice starting a tirade.  He grinned, drinking in every detail of her irritated glare - right down to the way she stood, with her feet apart and legs braced, ready for battle.  He grinned, striding to her. Ignoring all the female demands for his attention, he focused solely on her. 

“Sorry Rebecca.  Sorry,” he said as he reached for her hand.  “I thought,” he grimaced trying to think of a way to explain himself.  Rebecca let him take her hand, guiding them both away from the growing crowds.  After walking far enough away from the crowd and any other person who might over hear, Randy stopped.  He used Rebecca’s hand to pull her to his chest.  “So glad you could make it.  How was your flight,” Randy asked her hair.   

Rebecca blinked at the sudden onslaught to her senses.  Being pulled into a hug after seeing him for less that thirty seconds wasn’t what she was ready for, what her hormones were prepared for.  She inhaled his scent, trying to listen to what he’d just asked her.  She had been ready to rip him a new ass after she’d checked in to her room.  What was his thinking?  Don’t be stupid, you know exactly what he’s thinking.  Booking some huge room that a large family could stay in was just stupid as far as she was concerned.  And if he thought that she was going to sleep with him just because he got her a room with a Jacuzzi he had another thought coming.  She sighed against his chest, letting his scent fill her mind, chasing away all her other irritations. 

Randy suddenly realized she hadn’t said anything.  He’d been off in his own world for a minute, enjoying the feel of her in his arms.  Snap out of it, dumb ass.   

“You okay?  Did anybody give you any shit,” Randy asked her, pulling her away from his chest even though he desperately wanted her to stay that way all damn night.  Rebecca felt the loss of his comfort and embrace briefly before she gathered her wits about her.  She wasn’t about to let him know how he affected her.  His ego was big enough already, according to everything she’d read.  The guy on the phone was different though, she reminded herself. 

“No.  Nobody gave me shit.  Speaking of that.  What the hell is the deal with my room,” Rebecca asked him, trying to give him a glare.  Randy’s pulse quickened at her look.  God, he loved her fire. 

“What?  You don’t like it,” he asked.  She rolled her eyes at him and sighed. 

“Well duh.  It’s spectacular, but I don’t need all that shit,” Rebecca said.  Randy grinned at her.  He’d been right in his guess that she wasn’t accustomed to being spoiled.   

“Sorry.  Next time I’ll book you a room at the Motel 6,” he teased.  With that comment, he grabbed her hand again, leading her into his world, something so far from normal that in spite of all his explanations to her over the phone, the best way to understand it was to experience it.  Randy was prepared to introduce her to anyone that asked, but secretly hoped he could have her all to himself. 

Rebecca managed to keep her mouth closed, in spite of all the famous people that were strolling past, some in not much more than their under wear.  Jade was going to kill her if she didn’t remember to tell her all the people she saw.   

“Hi, Randy,” a pretty blond said.  Randy paused, in part because he didn’t know her very well, meaning he hadn’t slept with her, and he didn’t want to be the asshole with Rebecca in tow. 

“Hi, Ashley.  I’d like you to meet a friend of mine,” Randy smiled at the woman holding tightly to his left hand.  “Rebecca, this is Ashley,” Randy said, watching as the two woman shook hands briefly.  Rebecca was trying to appear not intimidated and Ashley was genuinely curious about the pretty woman with Randy. 

“Nice to meet you.  You staying for the show,” Ashley asked.  Rebecca nodded.  She thought she remembered Randy telling her he got her a ticket. 

“Oh yeah.  She’s gonna get to see all of us, up close and personal,” Randy teased.  Rebecca looked alarmed.  “Don’t worry.  You’ll be safe.  You just have to dodge the flying blood and teeth.” 

“What,” Rebecca squeaked. 

“I’m pretty sure he’s kidding.  Mick isn’t here tonight and he’s the flying blood and teeth guy,” Ashley grinned.  Rebecca breathed an audible sigh of relief.  “Randy, you meanie.  What a thing to say,” Ashley teased him.  Randy shrugged, tugging Rebecca’s hand so they could continue on their way.   

Rebecca kept quiet, but she knew she was gawking.  She couldn’t help it.  Oh, isn’t that Vince McMahon over there?  Shit, that tall guy.  Is it?  No, it can’t be.  He looked their way and Rebecca realized her first guess was right.  He stepped away from the techs he’d been talking to, intent on intercepting them.  Randy stiffened but forced himself to relax.  The Undertaker wouldn’t be an ass to him in front of his girl.  At least he hoped not. 

Taker had looked up for a second, spotting Randy with a very pretty girl that definitely didn’t look like his normal flavor of rat.  She didn’t simper like one either.  That sparked his curiosity enough to intrude on them, forcing the kid to introduce them.  Taker grinned at the worry that flashed across Randy’s face.   

Rebecca remembered to make sure her mouth was closed as the legendary superstar walked toward them with a smile for her.  She tried hard to not stare but it was hard when a) someone you remember from your childhood TV is walking toward you and b) when someone is so damn tall.  Randy cleared his throat just before he made the introductions. 

“Rebecca, this is The Undertaker.”  Rebecca looked up at the big man as she reached for his offered hand.  She blinked at the gentleness she saw in his look.  It was the opposite of what she had expected. 

“Nice to meet you,” Taker said quietly.  “This your first show,” he asked.  It was obvious to him that she’d never been back stage before.  Her eyes could not open any wider.   

“Um, not really.  But it’s been years since I came to a show.  Last time was when you were battling Yokozuma,” Rebecca said.  Randy blinked at the unexpected information.  Taker nodded, forcing a smile for the young woman.  It wasn’t her fault that she’d reminded him of a beautiful time in his personal life.  One that he wished he hadn’t fucked up so bad. 

“Lucky for you, I get to beat on your boy here,” Taker teased.  Rebecca giggled in the face of such a tease.  She was nervous seeing one of her childhood favorites and having Randy being called her boy was the final straw.  She couldn’t have stopped her giggles if her life depended on it.  Taker nodded at the two, leaving Randy to deal with his girl.  Taker had no qualms that the girl was very important to the young superstar.  His whole being screamed it, even if he was unaware of it. Welcome to the adult world, kid.  It’s about damn time.   

“You okay,” Randy asked Rebecca.  She nodded, wiping her streaming eyes.  “You sure?” 

“Yeah, he’s so different form what I expected, that’s all,” Rebecca explained, leaving off the her boy thing or she’d start giggling again.  The couple spent the next hour touring around backstage with Randy explaining all the equipment, including the titon tron to a wide eyed Rebecca. 

“Sweetheart, I have to go get changed.  Let me give you your tickets in case I don’t have time later,” Randy said as he reached into his pocket.  Rebecca kept quiet about the sweetheart comment.  She was having too good a time to bitch at him and his presumptuousness.  He handed the two tickets over to her.  She looked at him in confusion. 

“I only need one, Randy,” she said.  He grimaced. 

“I bought two in case you brought a friend.  I wasn’t sure if you’d come by yourself, so I…” was all he said as he shrugged.  He didn’t tell her he’d bought two plane tickets for the same reason.  She’d obviously not been told at the ticket counter.  Gotta love those efficient ticket agents.  Assholes.    

Rebecca shut her mouth on the words that almost popped out.  The tickets were front row.  No wonder his crack about blood and teeth.  Oh my God.  She really was going to get an eye full tonight.  Too bad Jade hadn’t been able to come.  She was going to be so pissed when she learned about everything tonight.  That thought brought back her wonder then irritation about the room. 

“Randy,” Rebecca asked quietly, pulling on his hand to stop his progress.  He waited, seeing she had something she wanted to ask.  “That room?  That was for me and a friend?”  He nodded at her steady gaze.  She blinked but kept her apologies to herself.   

Randy felt himself starting to drown in her exquisite turquoise colored eyes.  They were exactly as he remembered them and their effect hadn’t lessened on him one bit.  

“Look at you, Killer.” David said, grinning at the dumbstruck look on the kid’s face.  The boy had it bad for this pretty girl.  Randy blinked, hearing David’s voice, looking around for him.  “You better get you ass in gear or Vince will shit again,” David reminded the other superstar.  Randy grimaced at the truth of his friend’s words. 

“Yeah, okay.” Randy said as he glanced at his watch.  “Rebecca, please meet Dave Batista and his wife Kris,” Randy said.  David took Rebecca’s hand gently, seeing how overwhelmed she looked and not wanting to spook her any more.  Randy would do that soon enough, he was sure. 

“Nice to meet you, Rebecca,” Kris said, smiling at the young woman glued to Randy’s side. 

“Thanks, nice to me you too,” Rebecca managed.  Was everyone here fucking gorgeous?  She suddenly felt fat and ugly standing next to Batista’s wife.  Kris sensed the sudden change in Rebecca, knowing she’d try her best this evening to let her know she was safe, if that was what she was worried about. 

“Kris, are you watching the show tonight,” Randy asked, seemingly out of nowhere.  Kris curled her lip in distaste. 

“I hadn’t planned on it.  Why,” she asked.  She hated to watch her husband get beat, up close and personal.  It was all she could do to not climb over the barrier and kick their asses herself. 

“Rebecca’s got two front row tickets and no one to sit with her,” Randy said, his request left unsaid.  He knew Kris would know exactly what he was asking. 

“Oh?  Sure, I don’t mind.  Besides, Rebecca can make sure I don’t pound on Kane and Show, or something equally stupid,” Kris giggled.  Rebecca smirked at her. 

“You wouldn’t,” she asked quickly.  The pretty lady in front of her pounding on someone?  Sure didn’t fit with the outside package.  Kris nodded. 

“Oh yeah.  Anyone hurts my man, they have to answer to me.  And then, only after I’m done with them.  If they can still talk, that is,” Kris said seriously.  Randy laughed, pulling Kris in to a hug. 

“God damn, I’ve missed you,” he said, releasing her quickly.  Randy stepped away from the couple, pulling Rebecca with him.  

“You going to be okay with her?  She’s super sweet and tough as all hell.  If someone fucks with you, tell her.  She’ll take care of them for you.”  Randy brought Rebecca’s hand to his lips, planting a soft kiss on the back of her hand before releasing her. 

“Okay, I’ll be fine.  When this shit is done tonight, you’re still gonna spoil me?  You gonna be up to it,” Rebecca asked, mindful of the fact that he was in a cage match tonight with The Undertaker. 

“Oh yeah.  No problem.  There is some cool shit in Providence.  Maybe we can check it out more tomorrow, if you’re up to it,” Randy said.  Rebecca nodded, still feeling overwhelmed at everything.  “I’ll meet you after it’s all over, right back here.  Stick with Kris, she’ll get you back here.  Trust me, nobody screws with her,” he grinned.  Rebecca nodded a bit wistfully looking back at her partner for the next few hours. 

**** 

Kris looked over at the young lady seated to her right.  Pretty girl and not an air head, if her guess was right.  Trying to remember how she’d felt at her first live event, Kris asked, “You doing okay, Rebecca?” 

“Yeah, it’s just that all this shit,” she waved her hands to encompass the arena.  “Is so twilight zone or something.  I would never have guessed I’d be here tonight.”  Kris smiled, she remembered. 

“You don’t like wrestling,” Kris asked.  Rebecca purses her lips at the question, trying to decide what to say without offended her escort. 

“It’s not that, although until recently I hadn’t watched it in years.  Last I knew DX was still around and Austin was always kicking some ass,” Rebecca admitted.  Kris smiled at the young woman’s confession, deciding to let the interrogations lie for now. 

“Did you need to hit the concessions?  You have anything you’re supposed to buy tonight,” Kris asked, betting she did.  Rebecca blinked. 

“Oh shit!  Thanks for the reminder.  Jade would’ve killed me if I forgot.  You don’t mind if I...” was all she said. 

“Heaven’s no.  Go right ahead.  I’ll kill anyone who even thinks about crowding us while you’re gone,” Kris warned, looking at the large man sitting directly behind her.  The same asshole who’d tried and failed to take their seats earlier, forcing Kris to stare the large balding man down.  She wasn’t about to let some sweaty asswipe intimidate her out of her front row seat.  If she had to sit and watch her husband’s match, she was going to stay in her seat, regardless of others attempts to irritate her.  Not for the first time did she wish she had her sister’s ‘quiet death’ stare mastered.  The look, the posture screamed, ‘try me, you won’t like it’.  Kris knew her version was more like a ‘shut the fuck up’ stare, effective, but not quite as gratifying. 

Kris busied herself with checking her phone messages, and sending a couple of messages out, mostly to her kids.  But one she sent to Carrie telling her to make sure to watch tonight because Kris was going to be on TV, whether she wanted to be or not, thanks to Randy and his tickets.  In less than a minute after closing her phone, it chirped.  She read the caller id, smiling.   

“Hey, that was quick,” Kris grinned into the phone. 

“Well, shit.  You tell me you’re gonna be on TV.  You think I’m not gonna call after you say that,” her sister’s voice floated across the miles to her.  Kris laughed with her, letting her nerves go for the time being.  She’d have plenty of time for her nerves while David wrestled.  “So, tell me about Slim’s girl,” Carrie prodded.  Kris proceeded to fill in as much as she could to her sister, knowing Carrie genuinely liked and cared about Randy, in spite of his fuck ups, or maybe because of them.  She wasn’t sure but knowing Carrie it could be either. 

“Gotta let you go, she’s coming back with a bag full of stuff.  Talk to you later and see you on TV,” Kris joked.   

“Yeah, whatever.  Have fun, bye,” her sister laughed, hanging up. 

“I guess I got a little carried away,” Rebecca said, setting her large plastic bag down at her feet.  Kris shook her head and smiled, knowing she’d been the same the first time she went. 

“Is there anything you’d like to get signed,” Kris asked.  Rebecca blushed instantly at the thought.  Oh my God.  Getting the hats and t shirts signed was even more than she could hope for. 

“A couple of things.  I got a few Randy things,” Rebecca admitted.  Her blush was fading quickly.  I also have a few Batista things,” she said quietly, bringing the bloom back to her cheeks. 

“Dave would love to sign for you.  Don’t worry.  Remind me later if I look like I might forget.  It’s no problem, really,” Kris said quickly, heading off the other’s attempts to downplay her wishes. 

Once the show started, Kris felt her entire body tense in anticipation.  She kept an eye on Rebecca, making sure she was okay.  Rebecca seemed to be enjoying herself, cheering and boo’ing with the crowd.  Kris had a quick thought that Randy might have prepared Rebecca for his match tonight.  She hoped like hell he had or she was gonna kick his scrawny ass. 

David had made sure all of his commitments for the day were scheduled and completed earlier in the day so Kris and he would have some time before the show, so she hadn’t yet been subjected to the insane crowd response.   

Finally.  David’s music hit, making the crowd erupt from their seats.  Kris was stunned at the reaction.  She knew his popularity had increased drastically, but the cacophony that greeted his entrance was past anything she had been prepared for.  She stood with the rest of the crowd to get a better view, plus in case she was on camera.  Not good to be sitting on your hands when one half of the tag team is introduced.  Rebecca was beside her, cheering with all the rest. 

“I forgot how big these guys are,” Rebecca leaned to Kris to say, eyeing the Big Show and Kane outside the ring. 

“I know.  It’s impossible to see on TV.  You can’t get any perspective when they’re all giants,” Kris laughed with her.   

She quickly regained her seat, as the match started, feeling herself tense.  After the first take down of her husband, Kris’s fear turned to anger.  She knew exactly how much that fall had cost him.  Oh, she was so going to kick his ass later.  How the hell did he expect to heal when he kept doing shit like that?   

Kris’s silence alerted Rebecca.  She glanced at the beautiful blond, seeing her lips thinned and her eyes boring into her husband.  Oh shit, Batista was gonna get it later, Rebecca mused.  No matter the kind of punishment he was taking from the Big Show and Kane, his pretty wife was going to hurt him later.   

Once the match ended with the beat down on Rey, David spared a glance for his wife at ringside.  He blinked at her glare.  Shit, he was surprised he hadn’t gone up in flames from just her look.  She was pissed all right, and she was pissed at him.  He wasn’t exactly sure why, but Kris would tell him.  Of that he had no doubt. 

There was a quick break as they changed some rigging, in preparation for the last match of the night, the Hell in a Cell match. 

“Is he okay,” Rebecca asked Kris, thinking that maybe she was pissed if he got hurt. 

“He’s okay for now.  But just wait until I get a hold of him.  That damn man.  How in the hell does he expect,” Kris started but snapped her mouth shut, not wanting to ruin the young lady’s experience for the night. 

“Isn’t he just getting done with an injury,” Rebecca asked, finally remembering some of the details of her month long catch up on all things WWE. 

“Yes, but he’s not following doctor’s orders so I will have to remind him later tonight,” Kris said, her grin not reaching her eyes.   

Okay, do not piss off the Animal’s wife.  Got it.  Now what the hell?  Oh shit, the cage, I almost forgot.  Rebecca stared up at the huge monstrosity as it was lowered, letting her know that the cage was all too real.  Noting fake about those posts or that chain link.  Oh god.  What if Randy gets hurt?  How was she supposed to sit and watch that?  She’d done her homework over the last month and learned that Randy was far from a crowd favorite.  He was a bad guy, someone everyone loved to hate.  If only her grandmother were still alive.  She’d be loving this shit.  She was the one who’d introduced a five year old Rebecca to wrestling on one of her overnight stays.  Her grandma took delight in boo’ing the hell out of the good guys and cheering for the bad guys.  With that thought uppermost in her mind, Rebecca cheered the hell out of Randy as he came out with his dad.  Seeing him up close and personal in his little speedo was another site she wasn’t quite prepared for.  He found her in the crowd and smiled at her and he stretched is arms wide again, seeming to welcome all the boos and derisive comments.   

Rebecca glared at the fuck head seated behind them.  One more word about Randy and she was gonna kick his nuts into next week.  She felt a hand on her arm, causing her to turn toward it. 

“Relax, hon.  I’ll take care of him if the time comes.  You just enjoy yourself,” Kris said, making sure it was loud enough for the obnoxious ass to hear every word.   

Rebecca nodded, her eyes drawn back to the ring, watching Randy stretch and sweat in the darkness, waiting for the Undertaker to make his appearance.  Oh god, how the hell does he stand this shit?  This suspense?  It was making her crazy.  She was finally was able to let her breath back out after the bell rung to start the match. 

Kris risked a glance at the young woman on her right as the match progressed.  She immediately started cursing Randy every name she could think of silently.  He hadn’t told her.  He hadn’t bothered to tell her that he was going to get beat down and loose the match.  Now she had two men that were going to get a piece of her mind when this shit was finished tonight.  She reached for Rebecca’s hand, prying it off of the arm rest. 

“He’ll be fine,” Kris said quietly, even as he was getting his face raked across the cage.   

The blood flowed, making Rebecca start to whimper at the site.  She felt so helpless, so useless.  It was all so stupid.  Why would he put himself through that?  No amount of money was worth that.  And she had to sit and watch it happen.  Never again, she vowed.  No way was she gonna sit and watch him get his ass beat for money again.  She just couldn’t. 

Once the cage was lifted up at the end of the match, Rebecca finally released the hold she had on Kris’s arm.  She looked down in shock, seeing the bruises forming. 

“Oh my God.  I am so sorry, Kris.  I didn’t mean to,” Rebecca said, horrified at what she’d done. 

“I know sweetheart.  I know how hard it is to watch,” Kris said quietly as circulation returned to her fingers.  She grimaced, looking at the young woman’s stricken face.  “Now you see why I don’t normally sit ring side?”  Rebecca nodded emphatically.  “Let’s wait for a few minutes.  Wait for the crowd to thin, then we can make our way to the back,” Kris said.  She knew Randy would be seen by a trainer and get a stitch or two for his troubles tonight.  The less this young woman has to see of that, the better.  She still hadn’t forgiven or forgotten her own husband’s shit, but at least she knew what was involved.  This poor girl had no idea before tonight.  Slim better stay away from her tonight, unless he wanted to be wearing his balls around his neck.  Where the hell did all this aggression come from?  She wasn’t normally so blood thirsty.  Probably all that testosterone in the air.  That and thinking about the promises her husband made to her earlier.  But that was before she watched his match.  No kind of frolicking was going to happen tonight, not after that. 

“Okay, hold on to me, no matter what,” Kris said, just before they started to go against the flow of people.  Everyone else was going out, toward the exits.  They were going deeper into the arena.  Rebecca nodded and clung to her escorts hand with one hand and her bag of stuff with the other.  People were pushing at her from all sides.  Running into her and shoving her in their own rush to get outside.  Rebecca clung to Kris like a lifeline, only watching the back of her blond head, knowing that if she focused on the crowd around her she’d lose it.  She hated crowds and drunk crowds were the worst.  Why do people come to shows and get so shit faced that they can’t remember them the next morning?  Some ass hole stumbled into her, groping her at the same time. Before she had time to react, Kris was next to her and the groper was on his knees. 

“Watch where you’re going next time,” was all she said to the downed drunk.  Rebecca stared, fascinated at the woman and how quickly the man was on his knees.  She needed to learn how to do that.  There were a few times in her life that she could use that skill.  “Let’s go find Randy first,” Kris said, bringing Rebecca’s mind back to the present. 

It didn’t take long to find the former member of Evolution.  All they had to do was follow the screaming females, all clamoring for his attention. 

“Is it always like this,” Rebecca asked her guide.  Kris shook her head, continuing to weave her way through the crowd. 

“No.  This is a pay per view and they tend to get a little rowdy, but usually it’s pretty normal and quiet back here,” Kris said.  Kris found Randy, just leaving the trainers.  “Stay here, do not move,” Kris said to Rebecca.  A nod was the only response. 

“You stupid ass,” Kris greeted Randy with.  Randy frowned at her.  What the hell did he do now?  “You didn’t tell her.  She had to watch without knowing.  She was scared shitless for you, you dumb ass,” Kris said.   

Understanding finally dawned on Randy.  Oh hell, he’d forgotten, totally.  He wasn’t used to having someone besides family watch and worry about him.   

“Damn it, you’re right.  Is she okay,” Randy asked. 

“Just barely,” Kris said, pulling Randy with her to Rebecca.  “Go easy on him,” Kris teased the young woman with, leaving them to sort their own shit out.  She had to find her husband and give him a piece of her own mind…. 

*** 

After Randy had showered and changed, and Rebecca had got all the signatures she wanted thanks to Kris,  they linked arms to leave for the night. 

“Let me take that for you,” Randy said, taking her bag of souvenirs.  As they stepped out from behind the barricade, the fans swarmed Randy and Rebecca.   

Rebecca clung to his hand for dear life, even as she felt his grip slipping.  She looked around, trying to find him in the suddenly crowded parking lot, desperate to see him, but all she could see and hear were the hundreds of fans that must have waited for him.  She felt the crowd swallowing her up, making it hard for her to breathe, impossible to think or hear.  Oh God, not now.  Move, Bec.  Move, you can do it.  She couldn’t, it was too much, too loud.  She couldn’t see anything but the blur of the faces in the crowd. 

Randy felt his grip slip from Rebecca hand, cursing silently at the fans poor timing.  Didn’t they have lives to go to?  Or was meeting him or any wrestler more important?  That didn’t make any sense to him as he glanced around trying to find her.  He saw the top of her head, in the middle of the crowd of fans.  She wasn’t able to move thanks to the crush.  He caught a glimpse of her pale face, turning his irritation to anger.   

“God damn it!  Get the fuck away!  Get away from me.  Leave me alone,” he bellowed as he made his way through the crowd.  He finally waded through the masses to get beside her.   

“Rebecca,” he asked, reaching for her limp hand.  “Bec?  Honey?  Talk to me sweetheart,” he asked.  She was taking big gulps of air, trying to remain calm.  The last thing she wanted was for Randy to think she was a big baby all because of a bunch of people.  “You wanna get out of here,” he asked unnecessarily.   

She nodded quickly.  Without another word, he tossed his bag over his shoulder and picked her up in his arms.  The crowd finally melted out of his way, hurling insults at him as they did so.  Randy ignored every single one of them.  It’s not like he wasn’t used to that shit by now.  None of that was important.  He needed to get her safe and if it meant telling every single one of them to fuck off, he would. 

“You can put me down now, Randy, I can walk,” Rebecca said quietly once they cleared the crowds.  Randy had veered to the parked cars. 

“You sure?  I kinda like you in my arms,” he smiled at her. 

“Yeah, I’m sure,” she said quickly.  The asshole had reappeared in that grin.  

He set her back down and she walked the last few feet to the rental car.  They were silent during the car ride back to the hotel, Rebecca too embarrassed by her near melt down earlier and Randy full of emotions that he’d never felt before.  Fear for her safety when he’d lost her in the crowd.  White hot anger at the same crowd that was causing her harm and total contentment he’d felt when he held her in his arms tonight.  All of that jumbled up inside him, making him feel like his world had suddenly shifted and he wasn’t in control anymore.  The strange thing was, he was okay with that, and that was what was causing him concern. 

“You okay,” she finally ventured.  Randy glanced at her, drinking in every detail of her he could see from the dash lights. 

“Oh yeah.  I’m fine.  Just a couple of stitches.  I’ve had worse.” He said, not wanting to upset her with cataloging how much worse he’d had.  “How about you,” he asked. 

“Yeah.  I’m fine.  Sorry for freaking out on you back there.  The crowd and everything, it was just,” was all she said before he interrupted her. 

“Don’t worry about that.  As long as you’re okay,” he asked.  She nodded silently, staring straight ahead.  “Listen, I’m sorry about tonight.  I forget that my life can get like that sometimes.  I’m used to it, but you’re not,” yet he added to himself.  Randy pulled into the valet parking area, jumping out quickly to open her door.  He beat the valet to it with a cocky grin.  His bags were handed to him by a second valet. 

“Let me take your bags up.  Plus I ordered you a dinner in case you didn’t get anything tonight,” Randy explained, pushing the elevator call button.  Rebecca watched him in silence, fully aware of the admiring looks some of the women in the lobby were giving him. 

“Dinner?  How do you know what I like,” she teased as they stepped on to the elevator. 

“Simple, you told me,” Randy teased back.  Rebecca frowned.  He chuckled at her look.  “Yeah.  How many times in the last few weeks have you been eating dinner when I called?  Plus I know you like teriyaki chicken.”  As she opened her mouth to ask, he said, “No. I didn’t order you that.  Don’t worry.”   

He took her key card, opening the door for her and waiting until she had passed befor he followed her in with his own bags.  He left them by the door, not intending to send her the wrong message.  He’d forgotten to ask the valet to deliver his bags to his own room.  No worry, he could haul them there himself later. 

“Randy, this room is fantastic,” Rebecca said, looking around again at the beautiful but highly impractical furnishings.  Other than cruise ships, who else makes little critters out of their towels?  This place did.  She’d found her small bath towels folded into all kinds of strange shapes this afternoon.  Pushing that thought aside, she kicked her shoes off. 

“Glad you like it.  I didn’t want to have to move you downtown to the Motel 6,” he teased.  Any other words were cut off as a knock sounded at the door.  Randy grinned as he stepped to the door, loving that this hotel was many things, punctual being one of them. 

Once the bellboy had left the rolling tray with food just inside the door as asked, Randy turned to Rebecca, “Dinner is served.”…  

Rebecca leaned back on the bed, stuffed from dinner.  Randy was right, he did know what she liked.  Was she that simple to read?  She hadn’t thought so until tonight.  Randy watched her relax, making him smile.  Finally she’d managed to let go of that shit earlier. 

“Randy, I feel I owe you an explanation about earlier,” she said, willing him to meet her eyes.  Randy gazed at her on the bed, finally relaxed, not wanting to bring up something that might stress her. 

“No honey, you don’t,” he said quietly.  She shook her head at him, jumping right in to why she had issues with crowds.  Randy listened in silence, taking her feet in his hands.  He felt the need to rub her small feet as he continued listening to her.  He loved the sound of her voice.  It made him hard every time he talked to her on the phone the last couple of weeks.  Hell, just the thought of talking to her on the phone made him stiff, who was he kidding?  Her voice interrupted his train of thought. 

“What do you normally do after a show,” Rebecca repeated.  Find a rat and fuck like bunnies for a few hours was his standard.  But that didn’t hold much allure to him right now.  Rebecca watched him, waiting for the asshole to re-emerge.  She still wasn’t convinced that this wasn’t all some big game to him.  Randy coughed; a blush showing through his tan. 

“What I used to do?  I used to go out with friends and party until dawn, or have my own private party,” he admitted.  Rebecca closed her eyes at the images his words brought.  At least he hadn’t lied to her.  She’d read that he was the male equivalent of the biggest whore that the WWE had.  But none of that jelled with the man in front of him or the guy on the phone.  The guy that she’d first met?  Oh yeah, definitely. 

“Am I keeping you from something or someone,” Rebecca asked, yanking her feet out of his hands, suddenly pissed.   

“No.  Hell no, Rebecca.  I don’t want to do any of that shit tonight.  I’d be a poor host if I left you here all by yourself, first time in Rhode island.”   

“First time on the East Coast,” she reminded him.  He nodded.  He pulled her feet back to his lap, wanting to re-establish the warm and cozy feeling they’d been sharing as she told him of her crowd phobia.  He flipped his shoes off before he said anything more. 

“Tell me more about your feisty grandmother.  She sounds like she was fun,” Randy asked, knowing Rebecca still missed her, even though she’d been gone a few years already.   

***

“David, will you stop moving so I can kick your ass,” Kris fumed in the hotel room. 

“Baby, you don’t want to do that.  Not tonight,” he said as he flipped his suit jacket onto a chair.  He grinned at the fire in her eyes.  She was pissed at him, but he wasn’t going to let that ruin their plans. 

“Yes, I do,” she said slowly, her eyes watching his long fingers as they unbuttoned his dress shirt.  Once the cuffs had been unbuttoned, he strolled the few steps to her.  Snaking a hand around her waist and pulling her to him, she could feel exactly how hot she made him, even when she was pissed.  Hell, especially when she was pissed.  He loved her, temper and all.  It was rare that she let it out, but when she did, holy hot damn.  He was like a teen in a titty bar, all jacked up and stupid. 

“No,” he said, nipping her neck.  “you,” sliding her zip of her dress down.  “Don’t” 

“Damn it, Dave,” she whispered.  “I hate it when you do that.” 

“Liar,” he murmured against her neck, sliding his hand down from her shoulders, sweeping dress, slip and bra strap off with them…. 

*** 

Consciousness was slowly intruding in on his great dream.  He and Rebecca were sitting around a roaring fire with their kids asleep, waiting for Santa Claus to come.  He was trying to put together a drum set for his son and he was failing miserably.  She was watching his attempts and laughing with him, wine glass in hand.  God he loved the sound of her laugh.  He said slowly, ‘you think you can do any better?’  She nodded, setting her glass down.  He had half a second warning before she tackled him to the floor, ribbons, wrapping paper, tape and all. 

She laughed, pinning him down.  He reached up, sliding his fingers through her hair.  She parted her lips, enjoying the feel of his caress.  He lifted his hips, reminding her exactly how she had him pinned… 

Randy blinked as the dream faded.  Not sure where he was and why he was sleeping on his left side, still in his slacks.  He always slept naked on his back.  It was then that he realized she was still in his arms.  She was curled up fully clothed, against his chest, her ass snugged up to his hips and painful morning erection.  Serves him right for dreaming shit.  He stared at the back of her head, knowing that she stirred some serious shit in him.  Shit that he’d never felt before, shit that he wanted to continue to feel because she made him feel alive for the first time.  He didn’t feel like he was just going through the motions with her.  It mattered, finally.  He glanced past her head to the clock.  Seeing he had tons of time, he relaxed again, enjoying the sensation of sleeping with her in his arms. 

*** 

David was stiff as all hell and sore in a few places, but that wasn’t going to slow him down this morning.  The rarity of waking up with his wife in his arms, on the road too special to let pass by all because of a few aches and pains. 

Calculating his next move, he slid his knuckles lightly down her spine, ending just above the small of her back.  One of her definite hot buttons.  She was awake, he could tell, but she was willing to let him play for now.  He slid his hand from her back to her tummy, pulling her against him.  She groaned in response to the friction his erection caused against her ass. 

“You’re a naughty girl and I am so going to punish you for that,” David mumbled, nipping her ear. 

“Bastard,” she whispered back, playing along.  She was ready, more than ready.  He must have been tormenting her while she slept, again.  Something he loved doing to her when they were home. 

“Do you deserve a spankin’,” he whispered, sliding his aching cock into her without waiting for an answer.  She groaned, enjoying the feel of him, filling her up.  It was sinful what he did to her.  He eased himself slowly out of her, tormenting both of them. 

“Only if you think you can handle it,” she teased him with.  He growled in response, shoving his cock in deep.  He continued to torment both, keeping his movements slow.  He was giving her as much as she could take, but he was keeping it slow, in part because she had been a bad girl, and he was going to make her pay.  A devilish thought intruded, making him groan.  Why the fuck not, he thought. 

He pulled her tight to his hips, rolling on to his back.  She was laying on his stomach, staring at the ceiling.  He temporarily left off his torment of her clit to position her even more to his liking.  He lifted both her legs to rest on the outside of his legs, with both of their knees bent, making her even more vulnerable.  He snapped his hips, ensuring that his idea was doable.  Fuck yeah, very doable.  

“Baby, I want to hear you this morning.  Tell me what I’m doing to you,” he said, distracting her from his words by moving his cock inside her. 

“Oh god Dave, you make me crazy,” she whispered. 

“Louder,” he said, snapping his hips again.  He spread his legs wide, knowing he was forcing hers even wider.  “Tell me more,” he growled… 

Joey and Melina were arguing about who was going to drive as they left their hotel room.   

“Last time I trusted you, we got lost,” Melina snapped at the young man.  Joey shrugged, hurt at her words.  She’d been so sweet to him all night, but as soon as the sun came up, the nasty bitch was back, just like Johnny said. 

‘I’m sorry, Baby,” Joey said, trying to soothe her.  She held her hand up, backing away from him and his tactics. 

“Don’t call me Baby.  I am not your baby,” she continued.  The unhappy pair walked from the end of the hallway, past many rooms to get to the elevator.   

Joey suddenly smiled and paused outside a door.  Melina continued on her tirade, bitching at him about various things, not noticing he had stopped following her.  Finally noticing that her bags and Joey were not right with her, she turned to look for them.  Joey was grinning at her.  He put a finger to his lips as she walked back to him, indicating he was listening to the noises from within the room. 

Melina walked up to him, ready to rip him another ass at his childishness.  The words stopped before she even finished forming them.  She heard the yelling and the sound of slaps going on behind the door.  The words left no doubt as to the identity of the two.  Melina snarled, reaching for her own bags.  She wasn’t about to stand outside and listen to him.  A scream and a roar chased them away from the door.  Joey laughed trying to catch up with a suddenly fuming Melina.  

Taker watched the little drama play out in front of him as he waited for the elevator.  Dave wasn’t kidding, he thought.  She really had no idea, no sense.  He’d met her kind many times before.  It was made worse by the fact that she actually had some ring skill.  Most of the others only had the one skill and it had nothing to do with being in the ring.  Too bad.  If she didn’t get her head right, the business was going to eat her alive.  Shrugging that it wasn’t his problem, he let the door slide close on Melina’s protests to hold the door.  The last thing Melina saw the Undertaker’s grin.

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