Warning: there are LOTS of characters, these are just a few. Most of the current Superstars, along with a few released Divas. This picks up the morning after a RAW/SmackDown super show.

Dave Batista grimaced in pain as he applied an ice pack to the back of his neck. He sighed and sank deeper into his chair.

"Thanks a lot for that RKO last night, Randy," he said.

"Oh come on," said Randy, putting his coffee cup back on the table, "That happened, what, twelve hours ago? How long are you gonna hold that shit over my head?"

"Until my damn neck stops hurting," Dave replied, holding the ice pack on his neck with one hand and taking a bite of pancakes with the other.

"Dude, at least you're on SmackDown," John said to Dave, "you've only gotta deal with that at house shows. I put up with that shit on the regular!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," said Randy.

The guys—who, strangely enough, prided themselves on being best friends—were really ready to get into it when three girls sauntered into the hotel's dining room.

Mickie James leaned over John's shoulder and kissed him. "Be nice, guys," she said.

"I'm trying," John replied.

"It's not my man's fault he has a pension for causing pain," Kelly Kelly, government name Barbie Blank, smiled as she wrapped her arms around Randy's broad shoulders.

Dave rolled his eyes as his girlfriend, Beth Phoenix, sat down on his lap.

"Poor Dave," she said.

"My neck hurts like a bitch," said Dave, "massage it for me, babe?"

"I'm gonna have to pass right now, sweetheart," Beth replied, "the girls and I are going to get coffee." Beth, Mickie, and Barbie immediately took off in the direction of the espresso machine.

Dave groaned. "I cannot catch a break this morning!"

Awwwesome! I came to play, there's a price to pay...

Mike Mizanin's ringing phone awoke both him and his now-extremely-unhappy girlfriend, Alicia Fox.

A groggy Mike answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Dude, are you hung over or something? 'Cause you so sound like it."

Mike recognized the voice as that of his NXT rookie, Alex Riley.

"No, I was asleep," Mike replied, "just like other normal people are at eight AM on a Saturday morning."

"Oops, sorry," Alex replied, "So I guess that means you and Alicia don't wanna come working out with Ashley and I?"

Mike suddenly sat up in bed. He looked over at Alicia, who was just beginning to fall back asleep. "Meet you at the gym in twenty," Mike said.

Mark Calaway had just woken up and was watching when someone knocked on the door to he and his wife Michelle's hotel room.

"Who the hell...?" Mark began to ask, but a British-accented voice cut him off.

"Mr. and Mrs. Calaway, open this door!" Layla El, Michelle's best friend called from the other side of the door. Michelle came out of the bathroom, with her blonde hair in a ponytail, a bottle of water in her hand, and clad in a sports bra and shorts.

"What's Lays doing here this early?" Mark asked as Michelle kissed him on the cheek.

"We're going jogging," Michelle replied in her thickly Southern accented voice, "Can't you tell?" She gestured to her clothes.

"Please tell me Kaval had enough sense not to go with you two at this hour," said Mark, referring to Layla's boyfriend (and Team LayCool's NXT rookie), Brandon "Kaval" Silvestry.

Michelle laughed. "You know just as well as I do that Brandon's not a morning person," she said.

"A man after my own heart," Mark replied, "Screw jogging! TV is where it's at on Saturday mornings."

Michelle just shook her head before smiling at her husband and disappearing out the door.

Okay, so nothing's going on just yet...I'm pretty much just giving you all a chance to feel out the characters. But fear not! Exciting times are on the way(: