NOTE: This story is for entertainment purposes only. I have no idea all that went on in real life. It's none of my business. This is just a fanfiction story, and if anyone's offended in any way, I will remove it. There will be references to what in the past between Steve and Debra. I don't know them personally, but I respect them as former WWE superstars, and I hope this story doesn't offend them, either. Anyway, enough rambling. Please let me know what you think! :)

Steve was frustrated. He had been standing here at the airport terminal for forty-five minutes, waiting on his new assistant. For some reason, Vince thought it would be a good idea for Steve to have an assistant while on the road. Someone to book his hotel rooms, personal appearances, that kind of thing. Vince was a good friend of Steve's, but right now, Steve was frustrated. Who was this assistant, and where was he? Reaching into his pants pocket, Steve pulled out his cellphone and was about to call Vince to find out what was going on, when a young girl ran up to him, carrying what looked to be a heavy suitcase.

"Mr. Austin! Mr. Austin! Sorry I'm late. I tripped coming off of the plane, and I ended up in the wrong terminal, so I had to come back. Anyway, nice to meet you. I'm Jamie Turner, your new assistant."

What the-? This young thing was his assistant? She looked like a little child! She had to be around five-foot-two, and she had short, wavy brown hair, and dark brown eyes. Her face was round and childlike, and she wore glasses. She wasn't fat, goodness no, but she certainly wasn't skinny. Her voice had a shyness to it. She did have a nice tan, though.

"You can't be serious."

"About what?"

"Are you really my new assistant?"

"Uh-huh. Mr. McMahon thought I would be perfect for you. Why, I don't know. I'm a bit of a klutz, but I do work hard. I try to, anyway. Okay, you're the first person I've been an assistant for, but still- I am going to try my best, Mr. Austin. I wouldn't want to let down the Texas rattlesnake."

Steve couldn't help it. He gave a small smile. She was kind of sweet, and seemed determined to work. It wouldn't hurt to let her be his assistant. Well, for a little while, at least.

"All right, you're hired. Welcome aboard. But here, let me help you with your luggage. That's way too heavy for you."

Jamie smiled and blushed.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Austin. It sure was a nightmare lugging that thing through the terminals."

"You're welcome. Okay, now, here's what I want you to do. Raw is tonight, and I need you to have some bottled water for me waiting in the dressing room. Along with a towel, and some clothes from my bag. That's all you need to do tonight. You got that?"

"I got it."

"Good. The hotel is right across the street from the arena, and my room number is 215, should you need anything."

Jamie smiled. "Mr. Austin, I'm your assistant, not the other way around."

"Gotcha. What's your number then, should I need you?"

"Oh, I'm in 204."

"Okay, then. Let's get to the arena. I have to get ready to my match tonight."

"Who are you wrestling?"

"The Undertaker in the main event."

"Awesome!"

"You an Undertaker fan?"

"I'm a fan of both of you guys. You're both actually-"

"What?"

Jamie was embarrassed. "Well, my- my two favorite superstars."

"Thanks, Jamie. Want me to buy you a beer?"

Jamie shook her head.

"No thanks, Mr. Austin. I can't drink. I'm on anti-anxiety medication, and it would mix."

"How about a Coke, then?"

Jamie smiled at this.

"Deal. Thanks, Mr. Austin."

Steve gently took Jamie by the hand.

"Enough of this Mr. Austin crap. Steve, okay?"

"Steve."

With that, the two headed for the arena.