Disclaimer: Standard.. I as the lowly fanfic author own not.

Notes: Challenge reply, slightly A/U in that Lita & Trish have never been in wrestling... Lita & Trish are also sisters for the story and with my usual? I ignore real life.. keep that in mind for the fic.

Pairings: Lita/Christian (but it'll take awhile), Trish/A.J. Styles; possible others

Amy Dumas exchanged a look with her younger sister, the sibling waiting for the arrival of their newest clients. They had just recently left their previous positions as Executive Assistant/Personal Assistant to a major business executive and his son. It had certainly paid well, they had learned quite a bit on the job, more than enough they both figured, but that wasn't why they had left. Certainly yes, this job offer, while they hadn't been given much in the way of details-- would pay slightly less. They wouldn't be on-call twenty four hours a day either.. Or so they hoped, anyway, that having been the cause for their departure from their previous job. The stress of it all had just gotten to be too much, Amy and Trish both enjoyed their job but...their previous employer had been nothing short of a tyrant. As such, they had left New York City, Trish having caught wind of a new job opening in Orlando, Florida.. The younger sibling had been the first to inquire if the job was still open and much to her delight, not only was it open but it was for two personal assistants. Once she had relayed that bit of news to Amy, the two sisters then giving their landlord the proper notice so they could move out. And now, here they were, two weeks later.. Seated in a neatly decorated office... Somewhat tastefully decorated, Trish had commented under her breath.. Amy having to fight back a snort of laughter..

"Are you serious?" Jay Reso made a face, the blue eyed blond wrestler standing in the hallway outside of the office. "Jimbo called us to his office so he could introduce us to some chicks?"

"Not chicks, Jay.. They're going to be our personal assistants." Allen Jones shifted his X-Divison title belt to his left shoulder, one tag title belt draping over his right. "Cornette told us last week that our workload was going to increase."

The TNA Champion scowled, "but that doesn't mean we need help, does it? I'm perfectly capable of making my own reservations at a hotel, perfectly capabale of buying a ticket and--"

Tyson Tomko shook his head, the bald man holding the other half of the tag titles. "Jimmy said we were going to be treated like top stars--"

"Which we should be."

"And that includes certain perks, boss.." Tyson continued unphased, "just shut up and deal with it."

The blond man arched an eyebrow, "so care to explain why me and Allen are getting stuck with some chicks and you aren't?"

Tyson smirked, "maybe because Jimmy wants someone else to keep your whiny, pain in the ass in line?"

"By making hotel and flight reservations? I highly doubt it Tomko." Jay rolled his shoulders, "although, if they're our personal assistants.."

"Think with the head above your shoulders," Tyson suggested, then rolled his eyes when Jay glared. "Seriously man, I'm sure they know what they're supposed to do.. Just accept that and deal with it."

The blond man opened his mouth to retort, only to stop himself when the door was swung back.. Jim Cornette motioning for the trio to step inside. And once the door had closed behind them, Amy and Trish stood to greet their new clients. Amy didn't look the least bit impressed, but smiled politely to the three.. Trish sporting a similar smile.

The portly balding man gestured to the two women, "Amy and Trish Dumas, your new personal assistants." Gesturing to Allen and Jay, he continued: "Allen Jones and Jay Reso, your new clients."

Jay arched an eyebrow at the two siblings, "twins?"

Amy rolled her eyes, "do we look like it? We're sisters...seperated by two years."

Cornette cleared his throat, a pointed look directed towards the TNA Champion. "Trish will be working with Allen from here on out and Amy will be working you. I expect for you to treat her respectfully."

The blond man shrugged, "and just what are they supposed to be doing? If it's as simple as making hotel reservations and stuff like that, we really don't need a personal assistant."

Amy forced a smile, "it's a little bit more complicated than that."

Trish coughed, "I'm pretty sure I brought one of our standard introduction packets with me." Reaching for her briefcase, she turned a dazzling smile to Allen. "I'm looking forward to working with you, Mr. Jones."

Allen grinned, accepting the folder from the pretty blond. "Please, just call me A.J."

Jay turned a condescending look towards Amy as she handed him a packet. "You can call me God."

Amy arched an eyebrow, "I'm sorry, I think I may vomit. According to the information I received? I'm calling you William."

Tyson snickered at the outraged look on the blond man's face. "I like you already," he held out a hand to the pretty redhead. "I'm Tyson Tomko."

The redheaded woman grinned, "Amy Dumas, personal assistant to William Reso." A frown, "well that will take some getting used to.."

"Trish Dumas, personal assistant to Allen Jones," her younger sister tested out the phrase. "Are there any further duties you require?" A wink, "within reason of course."

A.J shrugged, "well, can you tell us about your last job? I mean, maybe that'll give me and Jay a better idea."

The two sisters exchanged strained smiles, the younger sister speaking first. "We did pretty much everything that was requested and expected.. Appointment setting, gift shopping, cooking, cleaning.."

Cornette held up a stack of papers, "I've outlined a few things that you'll be needed to do." He handed the sheets to Amy and Trish, "and if Reso or Jones can think of anything else, I'm sure they'll let you know about it."

Amy sent a look towards the disgruntled blond man. "I don't do laundry, I refuse to serve meals in bed and my car is not your personal taxi."

Jay snorted, "like I would need your piece of crap car anyway. I have my own. And just what makes you think I even want you in my house, huh?"

Tyson rolled his eyes as Amy and Jay continued to bicker with each other, the pair leaving the office ahead of him while A.J and Trish chatted quietly behind. It wasn't until they had reached the locker room that Amy and Jay had stopped arguing with each other, but, that was more because of Tyson than anything..

"I must have forgot to mention the fact that I don't make wake-up calls either. Surely you can handle that."

"You're my personal assistant, remember? You're supposed to handle these things for me."

"Well I could throw an alarm clock at your head, would that work for you?"

"Do that and I will have you arrested for assault and breaking in."

Trish coughed loudly, "well... if neither you or Jason have anything else for us to today, we should head back to our apartment.. Finish getting settled in and all of that." She handed A.J a business card. "My contact information should you need me at any time."

Jay smirked suddenly, "I'll have a detailed list of daily tasks faxed to you, along with a list of weekly tasks... In addition to whatever Jimbo has already told you about."

Amy rolled her eyes, "I'll be sure to forget it all." She sent a smile to Tyson, "once again.. It was nice meeting you." The redhead opened her mouth to add something, Trish grabbing her sister's arm before she could say a word, quite dragging her older sister into the hallway.

"Give him a break, Ames.. You just met the guy."

"And you've already seen what he's like, Trishers. He's no better then that pitiful excuse for a corporate executive."

Trish gave her sister a quick hug as they walked out of the building, "well still.. It's only the first day and technically, we haven't even done anything yet. We're only working part time, we might as well enjoy that much.. Right?"

Amy frowned, running a hand through her long hair. "I guess so.. But, come on Trish, he has some nerve."

"Maybe, but that doesn't mean you have to insitgate, either." She linked arms with her sister, "come on.. Let's just get home, get the rest of our stuff un-packed... Have some dinner and relax."

Amy rolled her eyes good naturedly, but, complied with her sister's simple request none the less. Maybe their initial meeting hadn't gone off so well.. Or least hers hadn't, from what Amy had seen Trish and Allen seemed to hit it off instantly... Her client, on the other hand, well.. the redhead didn't really want to think about him anymore.. the very nerve. But, Tyson didn't seem too bad, Amy reasoning that she would at least have two friendly people to talk to whilst putting up with the pain in the ass known as Jay Reso. Of course, if he wasn't going to make things easy on her, she decided that there was no way she would make it easy for him.. After all, it wasn't in her contract that she had to absolutely be nice to him.. A smirk forming on her face as she and her sister left for home.