Dave …

I pulled up to the arena parking lot with a lot on my mind. I had just woken up only 3 hours ago and I already had a headache. Trying to clear the cobwebs from my head, I grabbed my bags out of the car and headed inside. As usual, fans were bustling outside eager to meet their favorite wrestler and ring rats were pulling out all the stops to get me to pay attention to them. I signed a few autographs then headed inside. The building was overflowing with activity accompanied by the sounds of chatter from the surrounding staff. Nodding greetings to my coworkers, I made my way to my lockerroom and began to unpack. Wrestling had definitely changed from when I debuted in 2002. Mark, Amy, Jeff, Matt and Adam had retired so that left the two Paul's as the only veterans from the attitude era. I sat down on the bench holding my head in my hands. It seemed like Vince was letting anybody who said that they had so-called talent work in his business. Oh well, in the end it was his business not mine. I had started to get my wrestling attire out of my bag when there was a knock at the door.

"Come in."

Stephanie and Paul Levesque walked in smiling from ear to ear. To most unsuspecting people it was a kind gesture. To me it meant that something was up.

"Dave, what's going on man? How are you feeling?"

Truth was if I did tell him how I really felt, it would scare the shit out of him. Dave wasn't one to tell his deepest and darkest feelings, and he didn't give a damn what people thought about it. Dave wearing his heart on his sleeve didn't mean a damn thing. Melina was going to be the last female he let near his heart.

"I'm hanging in there. Mel's lawyer served me the divorce papers yesterday. Honestly, I'm wishing that I never married her crazy ass. But nooo, I had to have a Puerto Rican. God they don't say Puerto Ricans are crazy for nothing. I should have known that bitch was after me for my money. "

Paul shook his head. He knew that Melina was a bad apple from the moment that she stepped foot in the WWE. You could tell she was only in it for the fame and the perks that came with it. She was what he called a ring-rat diva. He had known Dave since they were in Evolution together and he still didn't understand why women like Melina were attracted to him, especially when he could do so much better. Now that he thought about it, he recalled the conversation that he and Vince had last night. That's when Paul told his him about the plan he concocted to trick Dave into getting a manager. It was a long shot, but it was definitely needed. He sighed as he remembered having Stephanie as a manager for the first time.

He met Stephanie at a script meeting for their new storyline 1 year after he had entered WWE. He, just like Dave didn't want a manager, fearing that it would do nothing but slow him down. 4 months afterwards he started to warm up to her and eventually they fell in love. 8 months later they were married. 1 ½ years later, Dave met Melina. Everything was cool at first, with the majority of people being happy for him, until she started getting in his ear. She started telling him that he was above everything and everyone and no one could tell him what to do and if they did he didn't have to listen. Like a fool he believed it and went around reigning terror on anyone that she felt was a threat. Until Mark better known as the "The Undertaker" knocked his ass back into the real world.

Flashback…

The sound of the lockerroom door slamming against the wall disrupting Mark's train of thought. Behind it a gruff voice that sounded angry. "Just what I need. He hasn't even been here for a month and he's already raising hell." He was interrupted by a loud bang resounding in the room.

"What the hell is everybody's problem today? Motherfuckers are jealous of me and because they can't fuck with me, they fuck with my girl? That shit ain't cool."

Mark listened from his position in the lockerroom as he continued to pack his gym bag. This young ass punk just didn't get it. His so-called fiancé was making him believe the hype that he was bigger than the company he worked for. Well, it was no matter, because he would end up following the traditional process called the 'card-drop'. It started with you being on top performing and doing promo's every minute. Then after a while you would drop to mid-card where you would still be seen, just not as much which basically let the WWE Universe know you were still hot, just losing steam. Finally, there was the low-card, where you were either backstage candy, or dropped completely. His ears perked up upon hearing his name.

"And now everybody wants to tell me to go talk to 'The Undertaker' about what's going on. Scoff. Like his old ass can tell me anything about my life."

Sadly, he didn't hear the Deadman walk up behind him. Before he knew it, he knew it he had Dave up by his throat on the wall.

"Do you follow whatever your bitch tells you, boy? Ain't you got a lick of sense in that cantaloupe head of yours?"

"What the fuck are you talking about, man? What the fuck are you doing in my business Calaway?"

The way he was talking to him right now wasn't making matters any better for him, if anything it was pissing him off. He tightened his grip.

"The way I see it, you'll be out of here in 6 months, maybe a year with that attitude. Now don't come in here badmouthing me because you can't get your shit in order with your broad.

Dave pushed against his arm, but it was no use. "Why the hell do you care? You know you're just jealous that you didn't get to her first. Then again, what would your old ass be able to do with her, except cough up dust?"

"At least I know when I'm being used by a female." Mark released his grip on the young man's throat, who fell back against the wall rubbing his sore throat. "Now you ain't gotta be friends with me, hell you ain't even got to say hi to me, but I will tell you this. Everybody's been talking about you, calling you a goddamn idiot because you don't see that she is using you to get up in rank. You deserve better than that, at least I think you do. Far as I'm concerned if you like it, I have no issue with that."

After that Mark grabbed his bag and left.

Since that day, reality had done more than smack him, it had kicked his ass.

This was mostly due to the fact that Melina and Steph were two women that handled relationships differently. Stephanie took a different approach to situations such as conflict, finances, and sex. Usually someone would have to cuss her pretty bad and become a threat to her family and friends to get her riled up. Melina on the other hand was like a category 5 hurricane with 400 mph winds and didn't really need a reason to go off on somebody. He could only hope that Val could control Mel and put her in her place if the time ever came when they would meet face to face.

"That's seriously screwed up. Oh yeah, we came by to tell you Vince wants to meet you in 5 minutes.

"What's the meeting about?"

"I don't know. He wouldn't tell me. Why don't we walk you down there?"

"Yeah, sure."

Hesitating for a moment, I stood up to my full height to straighten my suit. "Okay, I'm going to give whatever Vince is planning a chance. But if I don't like it, I'm walking out. Got it?"

"Got it."

5Minutes Later….

"What! Are you kidding me? Why do I need a manager out of all people?"

Vince took his glasses off, pinched the bridge of his nose in an agitated manner and began to speak.

"Well, we feel that your current "situation" at home has made you more of a beast in the ring lately. Before it was okay, because you're The Animal, Dave Bautista. But in the last 3 weeks I've gotten 10 complaints from Wade Barrett, Cody Rhodes, Ryback, and Damien Sandow about you. They say you are being too rough in the ring and becoming increasingly difficult to work with."

When Vince finished speaking, he looked me squarely in the eye and gave me a look that said he wasn't changing his decision, no matter how much I begged.

I slumped back in my chair with a defeated look. "Well can I at least find out what the person looks like? From what Paul told me walking down here, it's a female." Vince hesitated slightly. "I can say that she has great work ethic, keeps track of scheduled appointments, plus you can help each other out with your anger problems."

I sighed. There was no way he was going to let me out of this room without agreeing. "Alright. I'll do it. But don't blame me if the girl comes back with a mental disorder."

Vince opened his mouth to add a rebuttal, but a feminine voice beat him to it.

"Girl? You clearly don't know what or who you're dealing with buddy."

I turned around in my chair to face quite possibly the smallest female I have ever seen in my life next to a midget. She couldn't have been any more than 4'9 or 5'0. But what caught me off guard was how beautiful she looked. Her skin reminded me of a European chocolate mixed with the perfect amount of caramel. Her facial features were small and delicate, but her eyes are what caught me off guard. They were bright green, even brighter than Mark's. My eyes moved further down, admiring her style. She was dressed in a grey pinstripe skirt suit with a silk baby blue shirt underneath. She was a little on the portly side but I could still make out the curves of her waist. That's when I noticed that her hips and bust were pretty big for her frame. I started to turn around before my eyes caught her sight of her legs. My god, this woman had legs that could easily rival Tina Turner's. I had to shake my head for a minute to get my thoughts together.

"Don't make me have to go off on you if I'm supposed to be working with you, Mr. Batista. I've been known to make a man lose his balls."

I turned towards Vince with pleading eyes, but he didn't care. "Dave, this is Valencia Burton . She is going to be your manager." I opened my mouth to say something but he cut me off. "Can you start today?"

She turned towards me with a condescending smirk. "Yes I can."

Vince pushed back his chair and stood up. "Well then. Everything is settled. I hope that all goes well Dave, and Valencia...you have my sympathy." With that, he got up and walked out the door. It was silent for about 6 minutes until I broke the silence.

"Well, it's just you and me." I said turning to face her. "Indeed it is, Mr. Batista." She replied sarcastically. The silence returned again. Looking at her posture, you could tell she was tired and anxious to finish her job. "What the hell are you looking at?" her voice broke through my train of thought. "Nothing…no reason at all." Pursing her lips slightly and rolling her eyes, she pulled a stack of papers out of her bag and handed it to me.

"Here's your schedule. I took the liberty of arranging all your appearances daily, autograph signings, scheduling time for you to spend time with your children, among other personal things. If you have any questions, feel free to ask." She then clasped her hands together and laid them in her lap.

Nervously, I glanced down, said a prayer and hoped that she lived up to the credit that Vince gave her. Whenever Vince tried to give me a PA, it never worked out. Either they would fuck up my schedule when they tried to sort it out, complain because it was too much work, bitch because I was grumpy in the morning, or I scared them to close to death. Surprisingly, everything was in order. She had even managed to work out 5 hours a week for my girls. Nodding my head in approval I glanced at the clock, noting it was 3:00. I figured she would want some time to get rested for tonight.

"Since my schedule is in order and RAW starts in about 6 hours. Why don't you head back to the hotel? I'll pick you up at 8. Sound fair?" I wasn't shocked by the look on her face, but I was a little ticked by her tone of voice. "Look, don't tell me what to do. I might be your personal assistant but I still take my orders from Vince. Got it?" I held my hand up to stop her. This woman was slowly working my nerves with her attitude. I had done nothing to harm this girl, yet she was giving me problems like I did something to her. "I don't know what your fucking problem is, but as long as you're working with me you will not give me attitude, understand? I can make this easy or I can make your life a living hell. Which would you prefer?" She smirked, before she walked over towards the door.

"Oh yeah, Mr. Bautista?"

"Yes?"

"I don't need you to pick me up. I have my own car. I'm sure you don't want people to think that we are together."

I leaned my head back, rolling my shoulders around. "This is going to be harder than I thought."

Valencia…

3:30-Mandarian Oriental Hotel

After arriving at the hotel I set about getting things that I needed before Mr. Batista picked me up. Looking around the room, I decided to read. Surprisingly, I found myself thinking about him. He seemed like a good natured person with a good natured attitude, at least from what I had seen on television. When Vince told me I was to be Dave's assistant, I researched and watched everything I could find on him. Personally, the guy was too damn cocky. I shook my head. "I always get stuck with chauvinistic assholes." I set the alarm on my phone for 7:30 and turned over.

4 Hours Later…

I woke up to the alarm on my phone ringing. I rubbed my eyes and stretched before I got out of the bed. I grabbed a fresh pair of underclothes and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. 20 minutes later, I walked out feeling better. I quickly slipped on my suit but after a quick inspection thought better of it. "Didn't he say that RAW was 2 hours long?"Surely I didn't want to be uncomfortable for those 2 hours, and then again why did I give two flying fucks about what he thought. I had just finished when I heard a 3 sharp knocks on the door. Grabbing everything I needed, I opened the door to see him smirking.

"Hello Mr. Batista."

"How are you Valencia? Are you ready to go?"

"Well I'm standing here outside my door with everything I need. I think I am ready."

He rolled his eyes as I closed the door and we started walking towards his car. He opened the passenger door, letting me inside. He shut the door and hopped into the driver's seat and drove off. After 10 minutes of silence, he began to speak.

"You know, since we are going to be working together, you can call me by my first name okay?"

"Whatever."

He looked over towards me for a second with a hint of agitation clearly written on his face.

"You know, you don't have to be such a smart ass about everything. I'm only trying to get along with you so we can work together."

"Yeah, right. Like anyone gives a shit about become friends with me. You act like I haven't heard about you and what you're all about."

He snorted then replied, "And what would that be?"

I turned in my seat to get a better view of his expression when I told him how I really felt.

"That you're a chauvinistic asshole who uses women for you own sexual desires simply because you feel like you're god's gift to women just because you're mixed. Then we have your credibility as a steroid user which frankly I don't dispute because there is no way in hell that muscles are supposed to look like that. Then we come to your so-called "anger problem" where personally I think you're just angry that you're dick hides behind your balls and no woman that you care to fuck tries to find them for you . Did I hit the nail on the head?"

He pulled his attention from the road to look at me. The look on his face didn't really surprise me. It was a mix between frustration and humor. "So that's all you got? I take it your waiting on me to tell you how I feel about you. I look back at him with a disapproving glare.

"I really don't give a shit what of think of me, but you have piqued my curiosity. Tell me Dave. Enlighten me as to what your impression of me is.

"I think that you're a beautiful woman….that feels insecure because your short and the only thing you have going for you is your ass and tits which are humongous by the way. Then we have your so-called 'rage problem' that Vince tells me that I should be aware of. Let me tell you right now, I will never be afraid of some midget that throws temper tantrums when she doesn't get her dose of lucky charms. So there, we are settled. We both have anger issues, so we won't cross each other unless we have to, got it?"

I sat back in the car seat smirking to myself. Now that was settled, I wouldn't have to worry about him trying thinking I was a pushover.

We finally pulled up to the arena and grab the things in the car. We walked up to the security guard, who nodded at Dave. His gaze then rested on me. "Does she have a pass?"

I held my head down in frustration, but only to keep from saying a smart ass comment. I know I have my backstage pass around my neck. Dave sees it, I know this douche bag sees it and I know it's around my neck.

"Umm...Yes she does. It's around her neck. See?" he pulled the pass off my chest and showed it to him. The guard bent down and squinted hard inspecting it. His eyes floated between me and the pass. After a minute, he stood up to his full height. "Alright, she can go." "Took you long enough." I rolled my eyes as we continued on our way towards the door. As I made my way through it, I felt eyes on my back. I turned around see the security guard looking me like I was a piece of meat and licking his lips. I shook my head in disgust. Picking up my bags, I was more than eager to start the night. My mind went back to Dave telling me how wild the WWE can get. "Well, what's the worst that can happen?" I didn't know how true my words would ring.