Chapter 1

Montana Hayes was bored out of her skull; one would have thought Creative would live up to their name. As she sat taking her usual copious notes at yet another meeting, Montana could only shake her head in bemusement as she listened to yet more recycled or duplicate gimmick and story line ideas.

God, she thought as she wrote down meeting minutes, I've seen kids posting on wrestling boards or even chimpanzees that could come up with better ideas than these.

"Monty, could you read back the minutes of what we have so far, please?" one of the staff asked her.

"The name's Montana," she corrected, before reading back her notes while concentrating on not rolling her eyes.

And while you're at it, she thought, HBK, Diesel, Chavo and Bam called. They want their gimmicks back.

She was finally snapped back to attention when one of the staff women had brought up that the 450 was being used again at a few house shows.

"Wait," Montana spoke up while scribbling on her pad furiously. "Didn't they ban that move some time back?"

The woman nodded. "Yeah, looks like the big boss is now letting talent use the 450 splash again without getting in trouble. Evan Bourne's been using it since his debut in ECW brand Paul London used it during his match at a house show in Lexington."

"Isn't that the kid that got in trouble for using it last year or the year before?" Montana was still a bit confused.

"That's him. At one point the boss had said that if he used the maneuver again that he would fire the kid on the spot. Considering all the things that boy had done and run his mouth off a few times, he's really well thought of by management."

Montana shrugged. "I only know the guy to just see him around. Obviously I don't get to mix with the talent much."

"He's really a nice guy," the woman replied. "He can get kind of mouthy and put in his opinion where it isn't needed at times and has some anger problems now and again, but other than that, he's a class act. Of course, any man raising two little girls by himself scores high in my book."

"Wait…what? He's a single parent? How does he manage that and where is their mother?"

"No one knows; he doesn't talk about it. Paul did bring the girls with him a lot before the older one started school. She's about five or six, I think. Then he'd leave them with his parents a good deal. I suppose he'd figured they needed some kind of home life, and to be honest, road life isn't really suited for small kids like that. They're good little girls, though."

"Those poor kids," Montana said sympathetically. "No mother in sight and a dad that's away at least 300 days a year."

"Even so, they seem quite well adjusted. The older one is a little mature for her age, though; she looks after her sister very well. The little one is about three, but one would hardly know she was around, she's so quiet. Did I mention they are also beautiful girls?"

"No, but something told me to guess that anyway," Montana smiled. "Then again, I think all kids are beautiful. So tell me more about this guy, outside of the fact he's got two daughters, is a classy person, and hardly shown on TV."

"Well, Montana, here is the story……"