I couldn't take my eyes off her. Even with her eyes rimmed in red, from crying and lack of sleep she was the most beautiful women I had ever seen...

I had noticed her earlier that day at the arena. She was on Jerry's arm. For an old dude, he sure can get the babes. We pulled up at the same time, and I watched as he jumped out of the driver's side and before she could even get her door open, he was there with his hand stretched out. She smiled as she took his hand. The sun bounced off her deep brown hair, that hung in soft curls down her back. Her skin was kissed by the sun in the perfect way, making the ink on her shoulder pop. She was dressed very nice. I couldn't help but notice what she was wearing; a light cream, silk halter top with ruffles flowing down the front, that perfectly accented her chest. She slipped on a short sleeve black half jacket, that matched the flowing black skirt that cut off a few inches above her knees. The black pumps she was wearing helped show off her perfect calfs. I watched them flex as she walked away, the musical giggle that had just left her mouth floated in the air.

I was surprised to see that she was well known among the talent as the night went on. She spent time speaking with several different superstars through out the time leading up to the start of the show. I saw her standing with Jerry as he chatted with Bret Hart quietly, off to the side of the gorilla. I tried to focus on what I had to do in the show, but her laughter kept interfering with my thoughts, making my eyes fall on her over and over again. She hugged Hart, then turned to Lawler. She embraced him and kissed his cheek. I saw her mouth moving, but she was too far away to hear what she was saying. I watched as she walked away, then I finally went back to my routine. The show started and I waited for my mark to head out.

'Look into my eyes, what do you see...'

My music blarred, echoing through the rafters, and I took my spot on the top of the ramp. I forewent my normal entrance as I heard the boos flood the arena. I slowly jogged down the ramp, listening to the crowd, then I climbed the corner ropes, and let the smirk inside me show as I stood there. I hopped off the top rope into the ring and got a microphone, letting my music die down, then I let the words spew out of my mouth.
It never bothered me being a heel. It actually came kind of natural to me. I spoke what I thought, what no one else would dare to say, but I did. The past few weeks I had been down Lawler's throat, for his 'lack of respect', and tonight would be no different, especially after seeing him with that gorgeous lady backstage. I wouldn't mind giving it to him, maybe even a little more than usual, knowing he would be comforted by her after the show.

As I walked to the back, the trainer wrapped a heated compress around my waist to help with the pain my ribs had been in, I turned to walk down the hall when I saw her watching the feed on a nearby monitor with a head set pressed against her ear, my motion must have caught her attention, as her focus on the screen changed and she looked at me.
I grinned and winked at her. To my surprise she smiled back. This was the first time I had seen her eyes. Her sunglasses were now removed, and even in the dim light of back stage, her light blue eyes seemed to almost glow. She was stunning. Her gaze was taken from me by someone whispering in her ear. That's when I noticed Cena standing next to her, with his arm drapped around her waist. Her eyes went back to the monitor where Cena was pointing, and she laughed at whatever he was saying. I stood there and watched her talk to John, when I noticed her eyes turn quickly to the monitor. She leaned over the monitor, and said something to one of the men sitting there. He pushed a few buttons and spoke into his headset, after a minute he looked back at her and nodded saying something to her, that seemed to put her at ease. A minute later Cena was pulling her down the hall. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Cena was fresh off a divorce, and wasn't shy about getting laid. I walked off for my segment with AJ, then headed to get a bottle of water before my match. There she was again, sitting in catering with Orton and Cena.

"Orton, you know our match is next, right?" I asked.

"Yeah. Just chatting with an old friend." He grinned, turning back to the women, whose phone started ringing.

"I gotta take this. I'm sure I'll see you guys before leaving tonight." She hugged them both and got up and walked away, feeling a little guilty for thinking the worst of her and Cena. I listened to her heels echo down the hall. If my match wasn't next I would have followed her down the empty hall, just to be able to still hear her voice.

"Come on Punk." Orton said, walking passed me. I followed him to the gorilla, my mind still focused on the women I had been seeing all night.

"Hey, Orton. Who was that you and Cena was sitting with?" I asked.

""Why?" Orton asked, confused.

"I saw her arrive with Lawler. She's a little young for him, isn't she?" I asked. Randy laughed.
"What?"

"Mr. Straight Edge got a crush?" He smirked. But before I could answer I heard her heels again. I turned and watched as she walked to the monitor.

"I knew you'd watch." Randy smiled.

"I have a vested interest in this match." She said, winking at Orton. "Well, I guess just the ending. Remember what I said."

"I got it, I promise." Orton winked at her, as my music hit. I forgot that Lawler was coming in to save Randy at the end of the match, turning it into a tag match.
'Damn it, Punk, focus!' I yelled at myself as I made my way to the ring.

I walked backstage, with Heyman in tow, and saw her still standing there, watching the monitor. I smiled at her, but had to keep walking, for a small on camera segment with Stryker.
About an hour later, I had finished eating and was walking down the hall. Laughter drifted around the corner. I turned it quickly, recognizing who the sound was coming from, and saw her chatting with Orton again. He was saying something about the match we had been in. His bag was on the floor next to him. I gave in and was going to walk up and introduce myself. Let her know that contrary to my character, I did have respect for Lawler. I had never been someone to meddle in someone else's relationship, but Jerry had to be at least twice her age. As soon as I took my first step a crowd of people ran passed us. I turned to see a number of EMT's and trainers. Everyone's eyes followed them through the curtain. Her heels broke the silence of the backstage area as she walked to a monitor.

"No, no, no, NO..." She said, as Orton rushed to her side.
"What's wrong with him?" That's when I heard the whispers that something was wrong with Jerry. Randy wrapped his arm around her slender waist, supporting her weight, as he took her to where the team of people had come back, carrying Lawler. When they started performing CPR, she collapsed, and Randy pulled her up and away from them. She was surrounded by numerous people, as they all hit their knees to pray, hands on her. After several minutes of working on him, he was placed on a stretcher and loaded into an ambulance.

"I'm done for the night, I'll drive you to the hospital." Orton said, grabbing his bag, then helping her up, supporting her weight, as he walked her passed me. Tears were streaming down her face. I watched as they walked away.

It had been hours since the show had come to an end. I had finally made my way to the hospital. Jerry had suffered a heart attack. I was shown to a waiting room, that was full of people. My eyes focused on her immediately. She was sitting in the corner of the room. Her long tanned legs tucked under her, with her small jacket wrapped around her shoulders. She looked cold and tired. I looked around, everyone's heads were down. That's when I realized I walked in on a prayer. A minute later it was done, and the seat next to her opened up. It was the only open seat, so I took it. She looked at me and let a small smile cross her beautiful face. I slid my cubs sweat jacket down my arms and drapped it across her legs.

"Thanks." She said softly.

"Is there anything I can get for you? Maybe a hot cup of coffee?" I asked, handing her a tissue.

"That would be really nice." She said, her voice still quiet, and shaky.

"I'll be right back." I said. I got a cup of coffee and brought it back to her.
"Any word?" I asked, before she could answer a doctor walked in, and walked over to her. Everyone in the room hushed.

"Ms. Lawler, his vital's are stable." He started.
'They were married?'

"Can I see him?" She asked jumping up, pulling my jacket to her shoulders and slipping her arms through the sleeves, her own falling to the ground.
"Please." She asked. The doctor nodded and she bent down and pulled her shoes out from under her chair. I stood up and offered my arm to give her support while she put her shoes on.

"Follow me." He said. She still had a tight hold of my hand, so I followed behind her.

"You have to breathe." I said to her as we walked down the hall, she had been holding her breath since we walked out of the waiting room. I felt her take a breath, as her hand tightened on mine. I interlaced my fingers with hers, letting her know that I was here for her. The doctor looked at me as we stopped in front of a door.

"You'll have to stay out here." He said.

"I'll just make my way back to the waiting room." I said.

"No. Please wait." She said softly. I nodded and leaned against the wall outside the door. The minutes passed like hours as I stood there. Finally the door opened and she walked out, the doctor followed her. She looked around until her eyes fell on me, and she walked over, standing next to me. The doctor talked, and explained some things. When surgery was mentioned, I felt her shiver. I put my arm around her, worried she would collapse again. She listened intently to the doctor. Once he was finished explaining things, she thanked him and started walking with her eyes on the ground. I opened the door to the waiting room, and she walked through, still in a daze. She explained to everyone the latest news, then sat down. After a few minutes she looked around the room.

"I know most of you have to get on the road. There's nothing that you guys can do here. You might as well go get some sleep, or get on the road. I'll keep all of you updated." She said. Everyone stood up, most saying a word of encouragement before leaving the room, some just giving her a hug or a hand on the shoulder. Someone had started a list of numbers. Orton was the last in line.

"Call if you need anything." He said giving her a hug. She nodded. "Are you sure you don't want me to have Sam fly in and be here with you?"

"No. Family will be flying in tomorrow. I'll be ok till then. Thanks Randy." She said, fresh tears forming in her eyes as he walked out. I was still sitting there. Not wanting to move, but as the door closed behind him, I looked at her. She had put her head in her hands. I put my hand on her shoulder.

"He's a tough guy. He'll pull through this." I said.
Despite her tears, she let a small smile appear on her lips.

"You sound like a guy who's sorry for all the things he's been saying." She said.

"Listen, all of that, it was..." I tried, but she shook her head.

"I know." She said. "You should get some rest too."

"What about you?" I asked her.

"I couldn't sleep if I wanted too. I'll be fine. You go." She said. I hugged her and stood up.

"I'll be back in the morning before I hit the road." I said, adding my number to the list. I walked out of the hospital and found my car.