A/N: The usual disclaimer applies: I own nothing but Catarina and Sam, and Jasie. Oh, and what could potentially pass as a plot but is in fact the author's weak attempt at passing drivel as fiction. This was written in 2008! So semi fresh. Cursing, violence, all that good stuff that gets overdone in my stories ahead.

Summary: Catarina in independent, semi wealthy and doesn't put up with anyone's crap. She has her life exactly the way she wants it. At least until she meets Mark one night at the bar she owns, along with his disturbingly charming friend; Glenn. Chaos follows as she winds up doing a job for her cousin Shane McMahon; finds out Glenn is married and possibly insane. And then there's Mark, who seems to be everywhere she is. Oh, not to forget the fact that she's also in the process of divorcing her husband -Matt Hardy- for a third time.

CHAPTER ONE

Cat -short for Catarina- prowled the bar besides her best friend, Jasie. Her sapphire blue eyes were narrowed as she scanned the other patrons, doing the usual survey of the people on the dance floor before brushing them off. Flicking her waist length black hair over her shoulder, her jade green halter top rose up; revealing a tattoo of interlocking chains and roses around her naval. She moved towards the back, where games of pool were being played, and her favorite thing to do here, besides drink of course.

"So, who is he?" Jasie asked slyly, smirking at the exasperated expression that crossed Cat's face. "Look, I know there's something involving a man going on in your life, you've been looking smug all damn day. Now I want to know who he is." She all but demanded, shooting down her tequila.

The two could pass for sisters with their long black hair, only Jasie's curled at the end and her eyes were green. Those green eyes were currently peering at her friend.

"Spill it, Catarina."

"If you MUST know, I don't have a current boy toy. Matt and I ended it weeks ago, again, while you were out of town with your last flavor of the week." Cat said finally, not looking too upset about it. "I'm just browsing tonight, is that okay with-" The words died on her lips as she took in a man who took up one side of a pool table by himself. "Mine."

Raising a curious eyebrow, Jasie slowly turned her head to look at the table and snickered. "He's bald…" She drawled, glancing back at Cat and wiggled her brows in an obscene gesture. "Nice, though I think I prefer the one in the corner." Her eyes drifted to a dark haired, dark eyed man who was nursing a beer in a booth. "Think I have a chance?"

"No. I want them both." Cat said, completely serious. She heard Jasie snort and smirked, knowing her friend would very likely call her a slut and ordered another round.

She was a good friend in all arenas but one: she got what she wanted. She wanted them both at the moment and until she decided… "Let's play a game while my mind makes itself up." She suggested, laughing when she received a patented smirk from her friend. "Hey Jesse, VODKA!"

"How bout we don't wait and I just… take what I want?" Jasie shot back, downing one more shot before sauntering over to the man.

"Oh that bitch." Cat thought, trying not to chuckle as Jasie worked her magic on the man, sliding across from him. She grinned when the bartender brought her a fifth of Grey Goose and a pack of Starburst, along with warm root beer to shoot it down with. "You know me to well."

"I even brought the kitty's smokes." He set down a pack of Marlboro Red's.

"My kinda guy." Cat winked at him, shooing him away before setting up her apparently solo game. She jumped when she got a cue stick to the ribs. "Listen here jackass, this is MY table." She snarled, turning to deck whoever was interfering with her downtime.

Had to be someone new, everyone else was aware she had staked out her territory.

"The name is Mark, lady, and this is MY table." The behemoth stated heatedly, green eyes lighting on fire as everyone else just sort of backed away. Being six foot nine inches tall had its perks. He stared down at the tiny, petite woman coldly. "Get yer own." He snorted, turning back to his game.

Cat bristled, not taking kindly to this stranger. She placed her hand in front of the pocket he was aiming for, blocking his shot and proceeded to sink the eight ball, ending his game rather abruptly. "Look, troglodyte, maybe you aren't aware of the fact THIS-' She gestured to the table. "-is MY table. So take your steroid munching ass elsewhere."

"Problems, Puss?" Jesse asked, walking over cautiously. His eyes took in the man and swallowed hard, wondering why Cat couldn't be like a normal woman and just walk away.

"I was here first, lady. So take yer ass elsewhere." Mark snarled, glancing at the bartender before snorting. "Yer a puss alright, but not the kind I'm interested in. Now move." He ordered, shoving her none too gently aside and set up for a new game.

Cat sighed. "Jesse, call the police and let them know some jackass is causing a ruckus in MY bar." She smirked when she seen the big man's shoulders tense.

Jesse nodded. Normally she didn't interfere with the running of the place, leaving it to him, but when someone fucked with her pool… she got pissy.

"Wait no- scratch that. Bring him a round of whatever he's drinking, he's gonna play me. Unless-" She looked at the man, her blue eyes gleaming wickedly. "You're the pussy?

Raising an eyebrow, Mark shrugged and smirked, deciding to be a gentleman for once. "Sure, I never back down from a challenge." He twirled his cue stick for a second before stepping aside, bowing mockingly. "I'll even let ya break, honey."

"Why thank you, sweetheart." Cat replied, leaning over the table. She broke with no problem, sinking a solid and sending the rest scattering. Her eyes found Jasie who was looking pretty comfortable and winked, receiving one in return. "Your shot." She announced finally, popping a Starburst in her mouth before taking a shot straight from the bottle. She lit up a cigarette and leaned comfortably against the table, watching him.

This woman was a nerve and Mark hated nerves. He grunted something unintelligible under his breath and took his shot, smirking when he sunk two stripes, calling them both. "Lucky I guess." He shrugged cockily, taking another shot. He took the chalk, tweaking his cue stick, taking his sweet time. He took a shot and missed, stepping back with a satisfied smirk. "Beat that, Princess."

"Sure thing, darling." Cat smiled at him sweetly. He was a cocky prick and she couldn't stand that. Winking at him, she bent down to take her shot. And the next, and the next and the next…

"I believe that's game." She said finally, straightening up and looking at the table. Nothing but stripes. "Damn honey, you got how many shots in?" She quirked an eyebrow up at him. "Enjoy the table." Cat took her vodka, smokes, candy and pop to another table, waving across the room at some people who hollered to her.

"Who the Hell is she?" Mark demanded after storming over to the bar, glaring at the tender and dropped down onto a stool. "Jack on the rocks, double and no ice." He ordered gruffly, slapping a bill on the counter, his blood boiling.

"Damn man, you just got your ass handed to you."

"Shut it, Bautista."

"The woman who just whooped your ass, I mean, uh…" Jesse trailed off. "Well her name is Cat and she owns this joint. She's also a damn good pool player, obviously." He set down the man's drink and wandered off, laughing when Cat shouted for another fifth. "Already, Puss?"

"I'm on a roll darling, keep it coming, I'm sharing!"

Mark shook his head, downing the shot and grunted. One thing for sure, she wasn't customer friendly. He glanced at David who was with the bitch's little tart friend and rolled his eyes, deciding now was as good a time as any to leave.

Cat said her goodbyes at closing time, waving to the regulars as she allowed her newest 'friend' to guide her out of the bar. She couldn't even remember how she'd met him, she'd been shooting a game with Jasie and her man of the night when he'd walked up. The man- David- had known him. Glenn, that was his name.

"Glenn, I'm gonna call a cab…" She murmured, wondering why Jesse didn't stop her damn drinks after the second fifth, he knew better.

"Nah, how bout you just come on back to the hotel with me?" Glenn suggested with a smirk, his eyes sparkling with wicked, albeit drunk, intentions. He pulled her into his arms, bending down to kiss her. "I promise to take real good care of ya, darlin'." He whispered against her lips.

"I'm sure you will but…" Her words were drowned out with another kiss. The next ten- or was it twenty- minutes were a blur. She closed her eyes one second and when she opened them again, she was in what had to be a hotel room. "Glenn?" Cat reached for her cell-phone which she always kept clipped to her pocket, fumbling with the numbers. Call a friend, that was her option.

Glenn chuckled, taking the phone from her hand and chucked it over his shoulder before pulling her into his arms.

Okay this felt good, definitely very good, especially when his lips found her neck. Her mind was blank, her body doing the thinking. Cat felt her jeans being tugged down her legs and sluggishly moved to grab them, the attempt feeble. Being drunk was never conducive to keeping up the principal 'not with a random stranger' unless she had predetermined him of course.

"Glenn, really, no." She finally managed to get out, pushing his bald head away from her, wondering how she'd gotten into a laying position. "I really gotta get home."

"No, what you got to do is relax." He murmured huskily in her ear, his clothes already discarded as he hook his thumbs into the waistband of her panties. "Come on now, I know you want me." He whispered, sliding them down her lean legs, his eyes meeting hers. "Just relax…"

***

When Cat woke up, the bedside clock read 3 in the afternoon. Wait a minute, she didn't have a bedside clock. Groaning, she rolled onto her back and blinked, letting the world finish sliding back into focus. God did her head hurt. After a few minutes, she sat up, wincing.

One glance at the man beside her brought back some images. His name was Glenn and he didn't play pool that well. Whatever they'd done apparently had been either very kinky or very rough because muscles were hurting in places she hadn't been aware she had muscles.

"Hey Glenn, I brought ya some- what the fuck?" Mark halted, watching both individuals in the bed jump. Glenn wound up on the floor, tangled in sheets, gawking up at his friend. Mark could only stand there, dumbfounded. His best friend slept with the bar owning bitch? Was he insane?

"Mark, what the Hell man?"

Cat didn't have enough energy to be indignant as the moron gawked at her and Glenn. She just stood up, her toned body all to visible in the afternoon light as she began pulling on her clothes. She snorted when Glenn held up her bra, trying not to laugh. "Thanks." She shrugged it on, trying not to find this funny but it kind of was, in a very sick sort of way. She nodded at him before walking out, ignoring the moron completely.

"Wait…" Glenn got up, walking over to the door and kissed her lingeringly on the lips, handing her her cell phone. "Can I see you tonight?"

Mark bit back a groan, raking his hand through his hair. Was Glenn out of his mind? He shook his head when Glenn stepped back into the room. "What'd she say?"

Glenn just smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know?"