Due to complications with the laptop, I need to skip ahead MILES. So, I have started a new one for this, called 'Six of One, Half a Dozen'. This will all be from Lena's point of view, just cause I want to try it out. I own Lena, and a new character coming in soon. I don't know their name, yet, but I'll work them out. All WWE personnel are themselves, I don't have any rights over them.

I sighed as I turned the hot water on, letting it run down my body. I was glad I'd taken to wearing swim-suits in the shower around here, just because I could. That, and people knew I did, so they knew who was in if they saw bright blue or red through the glass.

I know I shouldn't be showering in the arena's, but I need one. Mike and I have been travelling non-stop, and I'm out of deodorant, and perfume. I can't help but to think sometimes about how I ended up here.

But I know this is where I belong. This is who I am, and I'm going to stay here for a long, long time. At least for as long as I can hold up. A lot has happened since Wrestlemania, but I'm glad it has happened. I wouldn't be me properly if it hadn't.

Wade and I broke up three weeks ago, over the same damn thing that Kevin and I broke up over. I spent too much time with Heath and Justin. I don't understand it! Heath and Justin also broke up, which is completely beyond stupid. Their reasoning was because they couldn't be in the middle of a feud if they were going out.

I told them it was bullshit. And they knew it was too. It was unbelievable. I mean, you want the perfect example, look at Kevin and Mike. They're STILL going out, and it's honestly helping them be stronger together. They don't hit each other, they don't yell at each other. Off the screens, and when they can meet up, they are so wonderful together. It makes other couples sick.

Why am I travelling with Mike, you might ask? Well...in a very long, and thrilling, story turned into a two sentence story, The Corre split, managed Heath and Justin for two weeks. They split, and I just yelled at them on Tuesday, saying they could go screw themselves, that I'd be on RAW where someone actually wanted me around.

I checked my waterproof watch - I learnt better last time...Don't ask, it's another LONG story - and realised I have a segment to do. I dress quickly and pick up the title belt I can't believe I own. I smirked, remembering how I got it.

"And I promise to make you all so proud an - "

"Excuse me? I'm so sorry for interrupting...Actually, I'm not. Michael Cole was not the only one about to vomit around here. Now, as you all know, I had my title shot thrown back last week! But I got an e-mail from the RAW General Manager...Yes, Cole! He e-mails other people TOO! Unfortunately, he used some crap e-mail, like...Right, thanks Miz..." I smiled as Miz elbowed me.

"Anyway, he said I had a title shot whenever I wanted it...and I want it now!"

I'd kicked ass. Kelly hadn't even gotten her name on the thing, which I found funny. I did her a favour, though - everyone would remember her as the person who held the Diva's championship for a minute.

I quickly ran towards Mike's locker room, where camera's were already set up, and recording him. Wow, I was nearly late. I was signalled to and I jumped into the scene in a salute. Mike startled.

"Lena Lloyd reporting for duty SIR!" I said cheerfully, and he laughed as I plopped myself down in his lap. "You don't need to do anything tonight...You have your match to focus on."

"Okay...Darn, I was hoping to help...You're not as hot as you think you are in the ring..." I broke off laughing as he dumped me off of his lap.

"I am very much insulted!" He informed me, and I giggled at him, sticking my tongue out. "Good! Looking forward to the match?"

"I've done it once, and I'll do it AGAIN!" Mike told me. "Because I'm..."

"Awesome? So I've heard..." I yawned, and he socked me with the boot he was pulling on. "You suck."

"WHO'S the champion out of you and I?" I asked him, and he sighed. "...get your ass outta here."

"Yes Sir!"

"Don't call me that."

"Yes, ma'am!" I left, leaving a dumbfounded Mike behind. He shook his head. "Why did I agree to take her on in the first place?" He asked himself and then face palmed. "That's why..."

I snickered as the cameras cleared off, and Kevin and I joined him. Kevin shoved me playfully. "You leave my boyfriend alone. There is no crawling into laps if he's mine!" He warned me, and I laughed cheerfully, wrapping my arms around Mike teasingly. "I dunno…I could straighten him out…"

"Don't you think about it." Kevin dared me, and I snickered. "Gay isn't my type." I admitted and Kevin rolled his eyes. "Bull-shit, I turned out to be gay." He reminded me, pressing a kiss to Mike's head. I snickered a little at the memory.

Let just say I was a little surprised.

"Of the three people I've kissed romantically - two have gone gay…What does that say about me?" I asked them, and Mike snickered, while Kevin tried to think about it. "I really, really do…Oh, hey, Evan…" Kevin stopped when his travelling buddy came into the room.

Of all the couples that were together when I first started, Mike and Kevin, and Evan and Cody are the only two couples still together. Only, in Cody and Evan's relationship, a third wheel sort of developed. Ted DiBiase got thrown into the mix.

Evan had developed a crush on him, and Ted had had a crush on Cody for years. So, Evan found out, and informed Cody. Cody had been dumbstruck about the whole thing, but he was good with the both of them. He travelled with Ted, and whenever they could, they met up with Evan. Sorta like Mike, Kevin and I. I travel with Mike, until we meet up with Kevin, and then we go our separate ways again.

Except I don't hook up with either Mike, nor Kevin. No, I promised Justin after Wade tried to strangle me that I wouldn't go out with anyone until I could work ME out. He thinks I have issues. I think he's the one with issues. HE broke up with his soul mate - not me.

Yes, I said it. Heath and Justin were made for each other. Anyone who has seen them will know that. Their arms fit each other, hell, Justin tucks just right under Heath's chin. It's gorgeous to watch.

I got called for my match, and Mike came with me, sitting quite comfortably against the barriers stretching, while Kelly mostly dominated me. If she yelled 'come on' one more time, her face was coming off.

"Come on!"

That's it. She's got another face underneath anyway.

I jumped up and dug my nails into the side of her face, glad I hadn't cut them in two weeks.

She screamed, while the ref pulled me off of her, and I got disqualified for pulling most of her extensions out in a submission hold on the ropes when I didn't let go. At least I could keep my title. For good measure, I kicked her in the face. I had been told to keep it however I wanted to.

I had. Mike and I made it backstage, alive, surprisingly. He had a few minutes to relax, and Kevin pressed a kiss to his forehead, and Mike wiped his eyes for him. "No crying, damn it! I did that on screen before, and everyone noticed it...You're the newest baby face of this company!" Mike told him, while I watched. Kevin sighed and nodded his head, while Mike kissed him on the cheek. "You go out there and lose!"

"Who's winning?"

"Me!"

"Dream on, I'm winning!" Kevin told Mike. I rolled my eyes. "Screw the both of you, I'm going out there and winning it!"

"You aren't even IN it!" Mike reminded me, and I winked. "I can change that VERY quickly..." I giggled, as Mike ruffled my hair. I'd dyed it again. It was just black now. They'd probably ask me to change it again, but for now, I'm working on getting it healthy again. My poor hair...I treated it so badly last year.

Before Vince had seen me, I had had neon green hair as part of my character in the amateur wrestling league I was a part of. Neon green roots, with neon pink tips. I practically glowed in the dark. Literally the day I was going to meet him, I dyed my hair black. Then it was blue for a little while (Maybe a month), then black with red streaks, and now black again. In less than a year.

I watched as Mike waved goodbye to me and sat back in his locker room. The luxury of following The Miz all over the country.

I practically ran to the trainers when Mike was sent backstage. He was informing the Trainers that no matter what they said, he was going to go back out there.

He had seriously injured his knee. It was about the same size as the dinner plates I eat off of. "Holy shit Mike! Do NOT go back out there!" I commanded, and he laughed. "The Miz does not listen to any of his managers, no matter how cute they think they are!"

"I am very much insulted." I sighed, and reached out to touch his knee, ignoring the trainers. He yelled out, and slapped my hand. "Hands off!"

"If that hurt, you're NOT going back out there." I informed him. "I barely ran a finger over you." I told him. He spent the next maybe three minutes arguing, before he flung himself off of the table and hobble-ran out into the ring.

I raised my eyebrow as one of the trainers turned to me. "Pig headed ass-hole, isn't he?" They asked me, and I turned my head towards him. "You call any of my friends that again, and I will do to you what I tried to do to Kelly Kelly." I informed him icily. He backed off, and I ended up waiting behind the entrance. Alberto Del Rio won, and I gagged on my drink.

Mike was helped back stage, and I crossed my arms over my chest. "You are a complete dick-head. But I love you anyway…" I informed him. "You know you're not going to be able to walk on that tomorrow."

"Bull-shit..." He told me, and I raised an eyebrow. Kevin joined us, and he gently tapped Mike upside the head. "You big fucking idiot! You could have ENDED your career THEN and THERE." Kevin teased, before he quickly put his arm under Mike's shoulders to support him when he collapsed. "Lena, get the car ready, we're getting his ass to a hospital." Kevin snarled. I knew better than to question him.

Mike looked very small now, and I heard him trying to apologise to Kevin. I felt an overwhelming sense of dread, especially when I heard Mike sobbing.

But when Kevin got him into the car, I found out why. His knee was even more swollen than it had been before, and now it was bright red and twisted. Kevin was stroking his cheek, muttering for him to calm down. Mike couldn't even straighten his leg out properly.

We weren't allowed in when they were doing his check-up. But the random shrieks and yelps was enough to freak us both out, Mike's yelling or not. Kevin actually yelled at one of the nurses to, and I quote, 'shut your fucking face and let me in to see him already'.

Had I not been there, he would have been escorted from the building, and asked not to return. He thanked me for the story I fed them, and continued his pacing, jumping whenever someone yelled. I felt sorry for him, but I couldn't really say or do much to make him feel any better about the whole thing. I felt sorry for Mike too. I checked my messages and plugged a finger in my other ear to listen. Three.

One from Evan, asking if Mike was okay, with Cody and Ted's worried voices in the background. One from the trainers, who had said to not bother bringing Mike back to the trainers room, just get him straight to the hospital - idiots, where did they think we were? - and the last from Vince, saying he'd send a script back with Evan for us. Nothing completely important. I'd answer them later.

Mike was helped out, and we could hear him arguing about 'I don't need crutches'. Kevin ran forward and actually picked Mike up, while I smiled at the man, and got some of the details. He was prescribed some pain medication, and told he wasn't allowed to do too much on it.

I figured the last part would be no trouble at all - whenever Kevin gets worried about Mike, the latter is not allowed to move from the bed to the bathroom with Kevin wagging his tail worriedly behind him. It's funny if you're sitting there watching, probably not so much any other way.

We helped him back into the car, and Kevin got the rest of the results. "Punk wins."

I slammed down on the breaks at the stop light and turned my head. "What? Phil won?"

"In a new shirt, apparently."

"Why would he have a new shirt when..." I frowned, before beaming. "Maybe he re-signed?" I guess, starting to move the car a little slower than I'd stopped it. Kevin shrugged, more wrapped up in making sure Mike was comfortable.

I watched them through the rear-view mirror every now and again, until we got to the hotel. We had six people come and help us with Mike. Evan, Cody, Ted, Santino - who I nearly told no - Derrick Bateman, and Johnny Curtis. Mike couldn't help but smile at them, but that could have been his meds kicking in.

Evan helped me with the bags, so the others all lifted Mike into the building. "How're YOU feeling after that?" I asked Evan, who cringed. "I'm going to need a hot bath, and a lot of other things."

"My, my, is Ted going to be a busy boy..." I mused, and Evan whacked me upside the head. That's the fun thing about being the same height as him - we can do that to each other a lot easier than I could Wade, or even Justin.

"Get your head outta the gutter...and then have it wipe it's feet and take a shower before it comes in the hotel." Evan told me. I stuck my tongue out at him. I adore Evan, he's just gorgeous.

We eventually go everything in between us - two midgets carrying heavy bags, and a Diva's championship is heavy work - and Kevin was already mothering Mike while Cody read through Evan's script.

"Well, aren't you screwed, Mike? They want you to wrestle tomorrow."

"HE IS -"

"Doing it. Kevin, I'm fine…"

"You call that fine?" Kevin asked, throwing back the covers so Mike could get a better look at his knee. Santino's voice spoke up.

"Whya am I not in the script? I am RAW's biggest STAR!" He stomped out of the room, leaving raised eyebrows behind him as he did so.

Mike burst out laughing, breaking the silence, and I soon joined in. "Did he do that JUST to clear the air, or is he really chucking a tantrum?" Evan asked, and Ted shrugged. "I couldn't tell you. I don't think any of us understand him well enough to have a clue what goes on in his mind."

"Unless your name is Vladimir Kozlov…" Kevin trailed off, and Cody snickered behind his hand, causing all eyes to find him. He raised his other hand and shook his head, silently pleading with us not to ask. Unfortunately, Evan and I are way too curious.

"Codddyyyy." Evan dragged the word out, and Cody burst out laughing. "What?" I asked, while Kevin went back to babying Mike.

Ted was curious now, and the three of us pestered him about it until Evan had the wonderful idea of tickling him. I let Ted and Evan do the tickling, I just sat back and offered them useful tools, such as feathers off a feather duster hiding in one of the cleaning cupboards, and a cloth at one point so he'd stop giggling.

He managed to get Evan off, but Ted wasn't as little. Kevin rolled his eyes right at us. "Will you all quiet down a little? Mike's trying to sleep!"

"Mike is fine, Kevin. Kevin needs to stop panicking…they can make as much noise as they like. Hell, go join 'em. I'm the screamer, not you…"

Kevin darkened to a similar shade of red to the mouse lights you get when they're working on your computer, and kissed Mike's temple worriedly, before he came and sat by me. It wasn't long before Mike's snoring announced he was out.

Cody was released, and the gag was freed from his mouth when Kevin pointed out he would suffocate. "I'm still not…ARCH!" He started laughing again when Evan's fingers found the ticklish spot right behind his knees.

"Fine, I'll tell!" he almost danced away from Evan and right into Ted's arms. "Santino and Kozlov…worked out why they're so…close, and why Tamina broke it off with him…"

"No…"

"yep." Cody confirmed. "Got it straight from Kozlov's mouth…And Tamina's…and half of the Diva's locker room…"

Kevin snickered softly, as he leaned against his chair. "Enthralling as this is, Ted, don't you have two beaten and bruised men to look after?"

"I'll look after 'em alright." Ted cast me a wink, before he left with Cody and Evan in tow. "I know why you like Evan. He's YOU in male form."

"I'm not that tanned." I reminded him, extending my arm out to compare with his. I looked like a ghost. Kevin snickered. "Don't ever do that to Sheamus…" He reminded me, and I beamed at him. Things were a lot better between us now, than they had been in a long time. Even when we were going out.

I stretch out over the back of the chair, relaxing slightly. "You looking forward to travelling with Mike again?" Kevin asked and I nodded. "Yeah, I kind of missed travelling with him while I was on SmackDown. I know it doesn't make sense, but he was still a good friend…"

"And me?" Kevin asked tentatively, and I reached out and petted his shoulder. "Once we got over the whole awkwardness thing, you were my friend again too, Kevin." I told him gently. "How's travelling with Evan been?" I asked.

"Tiring, but…good, none the less." Kevin murmured, sighing. "I much prefer to travel with Mike though…" He admitted, and I flinched. "Sorry if it seems like I'm taking your place…"

"In a way, you are, but I know that he'll always be mine behind the camera's." I smirked at this. He was so very right. "The only reason I'm comfortable with you two travelling together is because I know that you two trust each other, and I trust you both."

"Thanks, Kev." I murmured sleepily, and he smiled. "Get some sleep…You've got a busy day of sitting on your ass tomorrow for Mike." He reminded me and I nodded, crawling into bed, and pulling my MP3 player with me. I found one of my current favourite songs, Love The Way You Lie, by Skylar Grey, and stuck the earphones in my ear.

"Goodnight, Kevin…" I called softly. He waved a hand at me and turned the lights out. I fell asleep after a few songs.

"Mike, are you…"

"YES!" He yelped at me, and I dropped it. We were just heading into the arena, and I was trying to help him. It's a lot harder to help someone when you're carrying four bags, but I didn't mind.

I had nothing to do, except accompany Mike out to the ring tonight. I stroked the title I'd pulled up over my shoulder, and smiled affectionately at it, before Mike and I disappeared into the arena.

The trainers wanted to check him before he went anywhere, and I agreed with it, even though I knew he'd kill me for it later. When they okayed him, I helped him tape his knee up underneath the knee brace.

"You know you're an idiot, right?"

"Yep…But, this is my job." Mike told me, and I sighed softly, as Kevin poked his head in, and grinned at us. "Guys, we gotta go." He reminded us, and I nodded.

"Give me one minute." I muttered, as Mike patiently let me tape him up. He looked like one of those duct tape jobs people do when they taped you to a tree or something, but I wanted to make sure he'd be fine.

We got called and went out, me almost supporting Mike as he limped to the ring. He put a hand on my shoulder and smiled at me, before gesturing off to the side of the ring. I re-adjusted the Diva's championship on my shoulder, and sat cross-legged against the barriers, yelling at Kevin whenever I could. Crowd hated it, but I really didn't care.

Mike won, which was a bit of a shocker, and I needed to help him backstage again. We went straight to the trainers, and Mike nearly collapsed on me. His knee had swollen up, and if it weren't for my expert tape job, he'd have probably injured it further. "Please, I got two more matches…" Mike murmured at me, and I sighed, but nodded my head.

"Fine. But don't bitch at me when you hurt yourself again, got it?"

"Deal…" He panted, and I withdrew his water bottle from my bag. "Here…" I shoved it into his hands, and he drowned himself in it.

His next match came around, and I had get into the ring straight away to keep him standing straight. I even had to help him out of the ring. I had never felt better about wearing jeans and a t-shirt live.

We made it backstage, and the trainers took one look at him. "No way in hell are you going back out there. Not happening. Not a chance in hell." They told him, and he tried to be stubborn about it, but Kevin and I put our feet down.

"NO. You nearly ended your career last night, you're not doing it again." I told him, and Kevin threw another one in.

"Ever hear the saying 'quit when you're ahead'? Now's the time to quit. Please, wait until next week, give your knee some time to recover." Kevin pleaded, and Mike consented. We ended up getting to the hotel, then and there. Mike was half asleep by then, and Kevin was just as exhausted, for a completely different reason. Mike was tired from too much activity.

Kevin was tired from stress. When he tried to get Mike ready for bed, I shook my head. "Get some tea, get some sleep…I'll take care of him." I promised him. He looked like he doubted it, but he obeyed me anyway, too tired for an argument. All he insisted on doing was helping Mike change, and that part REALLY didn't bother me.

So I waited while I heard Kevin and Mike laughing, and sometimes Mike gasping in pain, at their efforts to get him into his pyjama's. It sounded funny from here. They came back not a few minutes later, and I found myself laughing. Their efforts had almost proved fruitless, but they had his clothes on at least. Badly, but on.

I smiled to myself. My big idiots…I helped Mike get onto his bed, and Kevin was soon snoring his head off. I found myself laughing again. "I never noticed he snored before…"

"You snored MUCH louder."

"I did not!" I muttered, as I got he and I dinner, smiling to myself as I let Mike talk behind me, about how travelling had been without me. After dinner, we played maybe a million games of hangman, and maybe a million more of zero's and crosses, before Mike actually fell asleep with the pen in his hand. I let him sleep with it, and collapsed across my own bed.

It was tiring work, that was for sure. I reminded myself to start sorting out Mike's appearances properly in the morning while we were driving. I got a text message from Nattie.

Hunter's the new CEO of the WWE! Just announced it, and it is real! HOLY CRAP! Maybe a new era? I'll have to talk to you next week, Tyson's being a jerk.

Lena raised her eyebrows and smirked to herself. Well, this would stir things up quite nicely.

First chapter over. Mostly a filler, trying to explain what has happened. Not a good job. Possible questions I will get asked and their answers:

Why is Lena the diva's champion instead of Kelly? - No blonde bimbo will hold the title while I am writing a fan fiction.

Why did Wade and Lena break up? - Because I didn't like them together

Why did Ted get thrown in with Cody and Evan? - I don't know, I needed something else in with Cody and Evan, and Ted DiBiase came into my head.

How did Lena come to travel with Mike again? - On screen, two weeks before this took place, Mike accompanied her out both times, and she won both matches. A segment was done after the second win, where she asked him if he would let her come back if it came to it, and he agreed, saying that it would 'be nice to know one of my rookies was loyal to me'.

Anymore questions? Feel free to review them, or message me with them. 'Til next time, Violent