A/N – This story is my current project. I posted this story before yet stop posting because I didn't know where it was going. Now, I got it. I plan on this being a three part series. After a full month of editing this story over and over again, I'm ready for the public to see. Readers, I hope you love this just as much as I loved writing this.

Of course, reviews will help me. Good or bad. Yay's or nay's. Give them to me.

The breeze of the windy city blew the wavy brown hair of twenty-six year old Lori Taylor. Living in Chicago her entire life, she embodied the city from the way she talked to the way she walked. Sitting on the CTA train heading towards Madison Ave, she wrestled with her pen and pad humming a melody in her head.

Love, love, love remains the lost light in my…darkest

"Now approaching Madison. You exit on left at Madison."

With her 27th birthday rapidly approaching, 'What am I going to do with my life?' pops in her head. An aspiring songwriter living in a small apartment uptown, at night, she is at the job that she desperately cannot bear any longer. From the racial comments, gender discrimination, and being simply manhandled by hopeless men who come there to "relax", Lori just cannot get a break.

That same windy breeze does not stop the rowdy group of men from entering the Gentlemen's club, Bottoms Up. Stressed, after a hard night at work, the oldest of the pack orders the first round of drinks. With the odor of Jack Daniels beginning to linger on their clothes, the night of endless possibilities begins.

"Guys, do you know one of the best things about the life we live?" One man said.

"The money!" the blonde man said.

"No. Wait who are we kidding, it's all about the money!"

In the mid 1980's, the franchise of the wrestling industry was at its peak. Along with nationwide coverage, the wrestlers, themselves, were involved in the transition, meaning: more pressure, more stress, less sleep for the leading men on the roster. Business aside, the group sat dazzled as women removed each layer of clothing as dollars filled the floor.

"Here is a toast to Bret and I on our win tonight. And to a night be full of laughter, good times and fine ladies," Jim Neidhart said.

The men shouted a roaring "Cheers" while taking shots.

"Man, you seem down. What is going on?" Jim said.

"I'm fine. Just taking this moment in," Bret said smiling.

Just at the starting point of his career, Bret Hart just won the WWF Tag Team Championship with Jim. To outsiders, his life may seem ideal but the pressure was getting the best of him.

"Rudy, I'm sorry I'm late," Lori said, entering the backdoor of the club.

"Lori, this is the third time this week," Rudy said. "I'm going to have to cut your pay. Now get out there. We have a disruptive gang tonight."

Lori wraps the apron around her curvy waist. Then wearing a skintight red polo shirt that hugged her caramel frame, she undoes the first two buttons. Carrying her pen and pad and putting on a million dollar smile, she makes her rounds.

"Hello boys! Hope you are having a good time at Bottoms Up. I am Lo and I will be your waitress for the rest of the evening. Another round of drinks?" Lori asks.

Analyzing every feature she had to offer, the guys gawk at Lori, especially Bret.

Jimmy Hart finally spoke up, "Another round of Jack pretty lady."

"Ok, I'll have that right out." Lori says walking away smiling.

"Oh, this night keeps getting better." Bret said.

An hour and many shots later, the once noisy group stumbles around the club, girl to girl. Bret spent the majority of the night not eyeballing the half naked women on the platform.

"You gunna talk to her?" Jim asked.

"Who?" Bret said.

"The waitress, bro. Get the move on before someone else does." Jimmy advised.

Not giving them his full attention, he kept gazing.

"Looks like you have a fan," fellow waitress Angela said, pointing in Bret's direction.

Lori laughed, "Yes, I've become aware of that. He is very attractive."

"He is more than eye-catching sweetheart," Angela said. "That man is going to be famous one day and basically loaded!"

"Really?" she said fascinated. "For what?"

"Wrestling. You know that WWF stuff. My boyfriend is really into it." Angela said.

Lori turns full-circle where Bret and she catch eyes. A little before midnight, confidently, she marches over to him and asks if he wants another drink. Timidly, he nodded. Then allows her to walk away. Throughout the rest of the night, he is constantly kicking himself.

"These girls are amazing." Bret hears one of his friends yell from across the room.

"Oh yeah." Bret said quietly to himself.

"Strippers not your forte?" a voice behind Bret said.

He turns around to see Lori standing there with her hand on her hip.

"Not really," Bret chuckled.

Lori takes the seat next to him, "We have something in common. I am not fond of strippers either."

"Well, looks like you are in the wrong profession." Bret jokingly said.

"I don't plan to be a waitress forever you know."

"So then, what is it you plan on becoming?" he asked.

"A songwriter," Lori paused. "Ok fine and wrestling is such a realistic career." Lori said sarcastically.

"I never said it was," he said.

One of the few left in the club by the AM, the conversation between the pair seemed to get deeper as the amount of alcohol increased.

"So she broke things off with me because she couldn't deal with my life style."

"That's awful," Lori slurs touching his hand. "She's missing out."

Feeling a spark go through his body by her straightforward touch, Bret could not help but smile at that compliment.

"Thanks," he clears his throat. "So are you seeing anyone?"

Lori giggles flirtatiously, "Oh no. I don't do relationships."

"So you've lived in Chicago all your life."

"Born and raised. You?"

"I am Canadian."

"Ahh, a foreigner." Lori says. "I've never been there. Is it nice?"

"If you ever need a peaceful vacation spot, Canada is the way to go."

"In that case, if I'm ever in the area you have to show me around sometime." Lori said leaning closer to him. They stared at each other's lips.

"Bret! We're getting ready to go." Jim said slowly as he realized he was interrupting something. "You going to introduced me?"

"Lori, this is my friend Jim Neidhart."

"Glad to meet you Jim." Lori said holding out her hand.

Jim takes her hand and kisses it, "It's always a pleasure to be in the present of a lovely lady."

Bret laughed at his friend's flirtatious ways. "Alright, I think that is enough." He separated their hands.

"Meet you back at the hotel." Bret said.

Seconds into the uncomfortable silence, Lori said. "Do you want to go back to my place?"

He simply responds, "Sure."