Chapter I: Head of Female Talent Relations

In hindsight, he really should have known. He should have known that she was going to butt her match making nose into his love life the moment she had accepted the position as Head of Female Talent Relations that had been offered to her by Paul Levesque. There was no good reason for her to even be on the road anymore, with the exception of visiting her husband, who just so happened to be his best friend in the WWE. Rayleigh Mizanin had slowly become the bane of his existence and he was beginning to curse the day that she had set her blue eyes on his, at the moment, very empty, but not monk-like love life. He didn't need anyone's help in that part of his life, and more importantly, he didn't need the help of the WWE's resident match maker.

"You know," Mike started, as he lifted a set of weights with his legs, "If you just went on the dates that she's been setting you up on instead of cancelling them, she'd eventually just leave you alone."

"I don't want nor need your wife's help man, I get dates all on my own," Nick responded, as he took a pause in his own work out, "Look, I know, she's practically set up everybody on the roster-"

"And for good reason," Mike interrupted with a chuckle, "Her set ups last. Just last week, Nikki called her, practically screaming in her ear because she managed to do the impossible. John finally proposed. Don't you want to be happy man? Don't you want someone who will love you because you're Nick Nemeth and not because you're the WWE's resident show off?" Nick ran a hand through his sweaty bleach blonde locks and looked over at his best friend. Mike was right, obviously. Everyone that Rayleigh had managed to set up after she and Mike had gotten married and even before then were happy. It was like one giant love fest backstage at WWE shows.

"Of course, I want that," Nick responded, setting his water bottle back in his bag, "I-I just want to be able to say that I did it on my own. Practically everyone in the locker room has Rayleigh to thank for their happiness. Is it so wrong that I want to be different?"

"No, it's not, but how successful have you been in this venture to find love on your own," Mike asked, looking at his friend knowingly, "I get it man, I do, but she just doesn't want you to look lonely anymore. She's sick of you looking like the odd man out and I know that I'm probably the last person you want to complain about this to because-"

"You're married to the absolute bane of my existence at this point in time and the moment that we walk through your hotel room door, your lovely wife is going to weasel this entire conversation out of you and use it against my later on," Nick finished for the proud father of two, "I thought you wanted her to stop with the set-ups anyway?"

"At one time I did," Mike answered, as he wiped his neck free of the sweat that was dripping from his hair, "But, then I realised that taking care of myself, Sophie, Wyatt and then herself, as well as taking care of the Divas needs only took up so much of her time. She was bored and looking for something to do."

"So instead of occupying her with more physical activities of the horizontal kind, you, oh I don't know, decided that she should occupy her time by using her match making skills on your best friend. I thought it was us against the world man?"

"It is, and I didn't really do anything," Mike defended with a hint of humor in his voice, "She set her sights on your love life all on her own, I just, sort of, encouraged it."

"Encouraged it," Nick repeated, with a hint of exasperation, "She took a job just to keep an eye on me…"

"She was thinking about taking that job long before she even thought about setting you up with her friend from high school," Mike chuckled, as the two friends packed up their gym bags before picking them up and making to exit the hotel gym.

"What is this friend of hers like anyway," Nick asked, running a hand through his still sweaty hair. Mike inwardly smirked. The moment that the question left the show off's mouth, Mike knew that he had the man hooked or at least slightly interested. The mental smirk only last half a second before a frown replaced it, because even after being with her almost seven or eight years, he had no idea how she did it.

"Well," Mike started, "She's really sweet, she's kind of quiet and timid though, so if you decide to go ahead with this, Ray and I will be joining you for your first date. Rayleigh really doesn't want you to back out at the last minute and well…" Mike trailed off with a mumble, causing Nick to look at him in complete confusion. Mike always mumbled when he wasn't sure how Nick would take something that he was trying to tell him.

Mike mumbled when he had broken the news to Matt Cardona and himself when Mike had decided that he was going to start traveling with Rayleigh when they had first gotten together. He had mumbled when he had broken the news that he was going to propose to Rayleigh and needed Nick's help to find the perfect ring. Mike even managed to mumble when he had broken the news both time that the married couple had found out Rayleigh was pregnant. If anything was for sure in this business, Mike Mizanin was a creature of habit.

"Do you want to repeat that one more time," Nick chuckled, "This time maybe without the mumble you're so found of doing." The two friends shared a chuckle before coming to stand in front of the elevator. As the elevator doors opened, Mike turned to look at his friend with a serious look in his eye.

"She's a single mother."

"Look, I know that look," Jon sighed, as he watched the new Head of Female Talent Relations tap away on her computer, while his beautifully pregnant wife, Beth bounced their godson on her knee beside him. Rayleigh looked up at him peering over the top of her black framed glasses.

"What look?"

"The look on your face that is clearly telling me that you have your sights set on someone else's love life again," Jon chuckled, as the blonde mini version of Rayleigh began climbing all over him trying to grab his attention away from her mother, "I was on the receiving end of that look quite a few times less than a year and a half ago, I know what it looks like."

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about," Rayleigh answered, pushing her glasses back up her nose before looking back down at her computer, "I also don't know why you just didn't go to Carrano to book this time off. He's the one that is actually in charge of the male roster."

"Yeah, well, he's a pain in my a-uh rear end most of the time," Jon explained with a shrug, as he wrapped an arm around Sophie keeping her from falling off of his lap, "At least you just ask the mandatory questions before doing what needs to be done, plus at least I know you'll make sure that the time I ask for is booked off. I don't have to keep reminding you every month." Rayleigh looked at him over the top of her glasses again. Jon still wasn't used to seeing her wear them.

A couple of months after her Hall of Fame induction and John Cena's match against the Undertaker where she had ultimately vowed revenge against the man after him with a steel chair twelve times when the match and pay-per-view were over, she had started to complain about severe headaches. Mike had been an emotional wreck during that time because he thought that it was something much worse, but upon visiting the optometrist, they realised that she just needed a pair of prescription glasses and all her headaches went away.

"What are you talking about," Rayleigh asked, looking at him confused, "I called you, remember? I had received the results of Beth's mandatory drug and pregnancy test and called her to talk about them. You just decided to come with, so you can spoil the little girl on your lap with all of your attention."

"What can I say," Jon grinned, "Girls love me."

"Uh huh," Rayleigh answered with a roll of her eyes, "I don't know what the Diva's division is going to do for the next year and a half. April's out, Trin's out, Brie's out, now Beth's out because they're all pregnant, I swear I'm starting to think we need to hold a Sex Ed class now. Nikki's taking a couple of months off to plan her and John's wedding that probably won't happen until next year at the earliest, Paige isn't set to return from injury for another two months, Layla is retiring in less than month, Summer Rae is off filming another movie and I had to suspend Eva Marie and Cameron because of that horrible debacle with that spiteful, little Grande girl last week at the Teen Choice Awards. At this rate, we're going to have to call up all of the NXT Divas just so we can have a good women's division on the main roster. And as if the turmoil in the Divas division wasn't bad enough, I have a giant Talent Relations meeting with Carrano, DeMott, Zahra, Colby, Paul, Steph and Vince because of Colby's giant social media problem last week during RAW." Rayleigh groaned, as she threw her head into her hands. Wyatt and Sophie giggled at their mother's behavior.

"You look like you need a drink," Jon commented, as Rayleigh continued to whine and groan about the fact that they were going to have to end up putting the belt on Rosa, if they lost anymore Divas. Rayleigh took off her glass and placed them on the desk beside her. Jon was right; she really did need a drink.

"Awe, babe," Mike cooed, as he walked into the room closely followed by Nick, who decided it was better that he didn't look directly at the former Diva, "You look like someone just stole the last Kit Kat bar."

"Kit Kat," Sophie repeated, looking around the room for her favourite chocolate bar. Jon chuckled and continued to run his fingers through her hair before pulling a small fun sized Kit Kat bar out of his pocket and handing it too her.

"It's official," Rayleigh whined, as Mike ran his fingers through her hair in an effort to try and calm her down, "We're down to Rosa, Alicia, Emma and Nattie for the Divas division until at least next month when Summer Rae is set to return and nobody wants to bring Charlotte up quite yet and I'm ready to fuc-fudging scream because I do not know how we're going to accomplish anything in this division if there isn't one and-and-and-"

"Okay," Mike said, taking his wife's hands in his own and placing them on her knees as everybody looked on, "You are going to take a deep breath with me on the count of three, okay?" Rayleigh nodded in response.

"One, two, three." Together, the married couple took a deep breath and held for a moment before exhaling. Beth, Jon and Nick could visibly see Rayleigh calm down, as Mike made to stand back up.

"Plus, I don't think you have anything else to worry about," Mike added, "Because Nick just agreed to go on this blind date that you set up with Ashleigh." If there hadn't been small children within arm's reach, Nick would have reached towards Mike and tried to strangle him for effectively throwing him under the damn bus. Rayleigh looked up at him with her sparkling blue eyes and a large smile on her face, her previous almost panic attack completely forgotten.

"I guess, I owe Mike ten bucks," she joked, "I didn't think that he would actually be able to get you to agree to this, Nick." Nick glowered at Mike. This was obviously news to him. To think that his best friend would throw him into the shark pit from hell just so he could win ten dollars, TEN DOLLARS, from the woman that he slept to each and every night. Though, he really shouldn't be that surprised.

"Wait, why do you have to attend that giant Talent Relations meeting," Beth asked, interrupting the conversation before Rayleigh could even continue, "If Carrano is the one that's in charge of the male roster, and DeMott is in charge of Talent Relations for NXT, why do you have to attend the meeting?"

"Because, we're going to be talking about 'preventive measures' that now have to be taken," Rayleigh groaned, as she shook her head, "Carrano's going to be giving me the evil eye the entire meeting because I apparently set a precedence when I let the 'Lana Debacle' slide."

"I never understood why you did that," Beth added, as she made funny faces at the small, almost toddler that sat in her arms.

"There are a lot worse photos out there of other Divas former and present, plus WWE was very much aware of the photos and the movie that was out there when she signed with us," Rayleigh explained, as she clicked away on her computer once more, "It wouldn't have been fair to let her go because of that, just like I'm going to continue to fight to make sure that Zahra gets the same treatment that Colby is."

"I thought you would've been all for Leighla getting her revenge," Nick added, completely ignoring the slight glare that had made its way onto Jon's face, "I mean, we all know what happened between you and John." Rayleigh chuckled, while she shook her head.

"Oh trust me, if Colby was cheating, he'll be hearing it, but she had no right to do that," Rayleigh said, "I mean I had some pictures of John-"

"La la la la," Mike sang, as he covered his ears practically begging his wife not to continue.

"But, you didn't see me posting them all over the internet where anyone can find them during my four months off," Rayleigh answered, over the noise of her husband "There are more mature, private ways of dealing with that kind of situation, one that doesn't involve ruining one, maybe two people's careers. Now, Nick, I'll let Ashleigh know that you have agreed to this date and we'll see you for dinner on Friday."

"Shouldn't I let her know?"

"Oh no," Rayleigh answered, with a quick shake of her head at the bleached blonde, "No, I'm not letting either one of you out of this blind date, now that Mike and I have gotten the both of you to agree to it. There will be absolutely no kind of communication between the two of you until this Friday when she finally joins us and we go out for dinner."

"Why is she coming to us just for a blind date, why don't we wait until the next time that we're in Toronto? I mean wouldn't that be easy for a single mother?" Nick asked, looking extremely confused. Rayleigh looked at Mike, who returned her look with a sheepish look of his own.

"You didn't tell him?"

"I thought it would be a good idea to let her tell him on Friday?"

"You know what she's like Mike."

"Well, excuse me for being able to give them some kind of conversation."

"Bah, your useless as an assistant, you know that right?"

"Can someone please tell me, what's going on here," Nick interrupted, looking between the former Diva and WWE World Heavyweight Champion.

"She's coming to work for the WWE," Rayleigh explained, "She needed a job because the last job she had, they let her go due to budget cuts. She's going to be Steph's new road assistant, which means she'll be working closely with Beth and myself."

"What do you mean working closely with Beth and you," Jon asked, looking in between his wife and sort of sister-in-law, "I thought Beth was just going to continue travelling with me until she was about eight months and then she was going to stay in Nevada."

"I'm going to be her assistant," Beth explained, placing her hand on his bicep, "I'll still go home when I'm eight months, but I need something to do when we're travelling Jon. I can't just travel, be surrounded by it every day and not do something."

"Alright, but the moment I see you working too hard, I'm taking it up with your boss," Jon joked, throwing a wink at the brunette sitting across from him. Rayleigh shook her head, a smile spreading across her face. Nick looked in between the three and for a moment he inwardly smiled. Rayleigh really was amazing with finding someone their ultimate happiness.

"Who's picking up, uh, Ashleigh from the airport," Nick asked, scratching the back of his neck. Rayleigh looked over at him with a thoughtful look on her face that made Nick slightly uneasy.

"I don't know yet," she answered, biting her bottom lip, "I know she said that she might rent a car, but she hasn't called me back yet to let me know whether or not she made a reservation. I guess, you'll just have to wait and see. Now, if you all will excuse me, I must go die of boredom during this stupid preventive Talent Relations meeting." All eyes followed the brunette as she left the room. Nick turned to look at Mike with a wide eyed look.

"I shouldn't have asked," Nick thought out loud.

"No, you probably shouldn't have."

A/N: Alright sorry everyone, but I felt the need to rewrite this first chapter completely because after a month of trying to write the second chapter, I had no idea how. Hopefully, now, I'll be able to give you all a good story. Keep voting on the poll and check out my forum for any upcoming announcements that has to do with this series. Also, I have a community just for this series and any one-shots that may come out of it.

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