A/N: I don't know whether or not this story will bump back up to the top when I edit it, but if it does and you're reading this, I feel like I should say something. I wrote this story in 2002, when I was 18 and an internet n00b. At the time, I didn't have anything on the computer I had except for Wordpad, and I was used to MS Word automatically capitalizing any word that needed it. So in some strange form of rebellion, I refused to capitalize anything, lol. Hey, it made sense at the time! Since this was the first story I ever put up anywhere for anyone other than myself to read and I've done a lot of growing up, when I came back to re-read this, the grammar and punctuation was hard for me to see, so I can only imagine how hard it was to read! Either way, I decided enough was enough and now I'm editing all the chapters.

Disclaimer- I own nothing but Ronda.

My first wrestling fic! Hope you like it. R&R, please.

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'I have GOT to stop fantasizing about HIM!' Ronda told her journal for about the 50th time. 'Gotta go over strategy with Amy for our match tonight. Folks already think girls can't wrestle, gotta go prove 'em wrong!' she closed the book and put it in her bag and decided to stretch before she left the empty women's locker room. She went to catering and saw Stephanie having lunch, so she got a plate and decided to join her.

"Hey, girlfriend," Ronda said.

"Hey!" They kissed on the cheek. "Where've you been?"

"In the locker room. I needed to recharge with some me time."

"Oh, yeah. You ready for your match tonight?"

"I will be when I hit the curtain."

Just then Chris walked past. "Ladies" he nodded and sat down with Kurt. Ronda watched as Stephanie's gaze fell from Chris back to her plate.

"Steph, you can breathe now." she laughed as her friend suppressed a blush.

"I keep forgetting that you know."

A while ago at one of Ronda's day off parties, Stephanie got a little too drunk on margaritas. While Ronda was carrying her up the stars she had spilled it all. Then she said that she and Chris were lovers.

"Don't worry, girl. You know your secret is safe with me," Ronda said and Stephanie sighed.

"I know."

They continued eating, and she had just gotten some sauce from the lasagna on her face when HE walked past.

"Oh that's sexy, Ronda. New makeup trick?" Using her middle finger, she wiped off the sauce and put her finger in her mouth, and when all the sauce was gone she held the finger up at him for about two seconds and then went back to eating when he walked away.

"God, I HATE that man!" Stephanie laughed. "It's not funny, Stephanie."

"Ooh, my whole name? I'd better be quiet," Ronda sighed and continued eating.

Meanwhile, over at the men's table...

"Hey, Rock, why are you always picking on her, man?" Kurt asked. Rocky smiled.

"'Cause she's an easy mark." He enjoyed picking on Ronda. He looked forward to it. He was always thinking of new ways to mess with her, and she got mad so easily that he didn't even have to try that hard. His favorite thing to do other than just plain pissing her off, was tickling her. He had found out early on that Ronda was ticklish. Very ticklish, almost everywhere. His favorite memory was last year when she's been in the WWF for maybe 2 months and was in catering walking to a table with a plate full of food, he snuck up behind her and squeezed her sides. She squealed and threw her plate, hitting Vince McMahon square in the face. Her face was priceless! He remembered her bursting into tears and tearing out of catering like a bat out of hell. He always brought that up when he wanted to get a quick rise out of her.

"Have I mentioned how much I hate him?" Ronda asked Stephanie as they walked through the hall.

"Maybe once or twice," Steph smiled.

"And I just can't figure out why he won't quit messing with me. I mean, I've done nothing to make him mad. I hardly know the little asshole." Stephanie laughed.

"Well, maybe he likes you." Ronda stopped and stared at her.

"Don't even."

"He could be doing that elementary school I-hate-you-really-means-I-like-you-"

"Stephanie Marie-"

"Alright! I'm dropping it. But don't you think he's attractive?" When Ronda opened her mouth to answer Stephanie stopped her, they were at her dressing room. "I gotta go, okay? I'll talk to you later."

"Oh...yeah, okay." and started walking down the hall. She looked back in time to see Chris wink at her as he slinked into Steph's dressing room. She smiled and shook her head.

"Damn rabbits."

"You mean like this?" Said a voice from behind her, as Rocky squeezed her sides, making her jump. When her heart came down from her throat she was furious.

"What the hell did you do that for?!" She asked him.

"Well, you were talking about rabbits, rabbits jump. You kinda brought this on yourself," Rocky said, smiling that smug, stupid smile of his. Anyone who says The Rock and Dwayne aren't the same is lying, she thought.

"DJ, do me a favor?" Ronda asked, almost sincerely.

"Sure, sweetheart."

"Go to hell, would you? Now leave me alone, I have a match in a few hours," She said, then turned to walk away.

"Sure thing, Ronda. Hey, good luck, okay?" He said and smacked her on the butt, then walked away laughing. She groaned and mumbled a bunch of words with 'fuck' in them on her way to find Amy. After they were done going over the match, they both decided to get together 45 minutes before Raw to decide if it needed tweaking. Ronda grabbed a bottle of water and sat down. 'Don't you find him attractive?' Huh. That was a stupid question. Of course she found him attractive; she had eyes, and a pulse! Who wouldn't be attracted to those deep brown eyes, that creamy peanut butter skin, and those lips, the lips that made her heart quicken whenever he licked them. Then there were those arms. She'd fantasized about getting swept up in those arms, with his long fingers grazing her skin. Wondering what his body would feel next to hers, just wondering how he fu--

"Ronda!" Startled, she turned around and saw one of the agents.

"Yeah?"

"Okay, and where were you just then?" Ronda laughed

"Just thinking. I'm back now."

"I just wanted to let you know that you and Lita have the first match." Her face fell.

"Super," she said, and the agent walked away. Ronda hated having the first match, she felt like all the pressure was on her. She got up to find Amy and see if she knew about the match, and threw away the water, which had gone warm. odd, she thought, I was only there for a few minutes.

After the match was over she went into the shower while no one was around. It was just her time to be alone and wash the day away, or so she thought. When she was done showering about 20 minutes later, there was a nice amount of steam left and she wrapped her towel around her body and headed from the door. When she opened it, Rocky was standing there. She did not feel like any of his shit right now.

"Uh, hello, this is the women's locker room. We're slower than usual today." She said rolling her eyes. She tried to push past him but he wouldn't move out of her way. She looked up at him and all the anger faded away. He had an odd, lusty look in her eyes and it made her nervous.

"Uh, DJ, are you-"

"Move," he commanded. She stepped back and he came in, closed the door behind him and the steam enveloped them. He backed her into a shower stall and closed the door.

"You'd better hold on to something," he said and hoisted her up like she was nothing. In the process her towel opened and his head had vanished into the steam then she felt his hot, wet tongue. She gasped and held on to the sides of the shower to steady herself, as if she could steady herself. She panted in confusion which gave way to ecstasy. She closed her eyes and laid her head back, as his tongue went from fast to achingly slow. When she felt like she couldn't take it anymore he used the tip of his tongue to bring her to orgasm, and she melted in his mouth. She let out a loud moan that she instantly regretted because 1) she sounded like a cow in heat and 2) that meant it was over. He held her hips as she lowered her legs, picked up her towel and handed it to her. He licked his lips and looked at her lustily.

"Good pie. I've gotta go, but we'll do this again, okay?" he kissed her forehead and left.

When she discovered her voice she squeaked "Okay," and sat on the shower floor, a disheveled, but deliriously happy mess.