A/N: I mixed bits and pieces of the truth. The firings may be out of order for the stories sake, bear with me. I am NOT trying to keep up with the current storyline. After all the firings I just decided to write a little story and put my usual spin on things. As always, I'll review you, if you review me :) Special THANKS to Justagirl8225, Mentally-Unstable and Lance Cortex for the awesome reviews.

"Yeah Heyman, I know what it would take, but something has to be done. You can't tell me that you agree with this shit? Ratings are at an all time low. This corporation is sinking fast, and I for one, just as soon jump ship, while I still have some dignity intact." Eric was quiet, as he listened to the voice on the other end of the phone. "That may be so. But I'm too old for this shit. What do I have to lose?" He paused, and looked around, making sure no one was within earshot, he continued. "I just got out of a meeting with the princess. Things aren't looking good for anyone. Money is supposedly tight, at least that's the line their feeding the talent. They are going through the list right now, getting ready to weed out seven more superstars." He nodded his head, as he paced back and forth in the corridor. "Look, I think there's more to the story, things just aren't adding up. Keep your ears open and I'll call you when I get some more information." Eric flipped his phone shut and walked towards his make shift office for the night. He didn't like the way things were going. Stephanie and Hunter were up to their old tricks again, only this time the repercussions were irreversible. The amount of jealousy those two harbored was ludicrous. Add to it, the power that Hunter now wielded, made for a volatile mix. Test had witnessed it first hand. A feud from almost two years ago, between Hunter and Test on-air, eventually spilled into real-life. So when the opportunity came to dismiss talent, Hunter was quick to nominate Test. Although, Hunter technically had no authority to do so. Once inside the sanctity of his office, he took a seat at his desk and inhaled deeply. Shit around here was getting thick. Maybe conspiring with Heyman wasn't the wisest idea, but he had no other choice. And it wasn't like he hadn't tossed the idea around before. He opened his briefcase and removed a folder. Looking through a list of names and addresses, he highlighted three numbers in particular. He planned to make a lot of phone calls in the next week, but he couldn't very well make these calls without complete and utter privacy. He turned to the fax machine, as it's obnoxious beeps brought him out of his daydream. He reached over and removed the sheet of paper. Reading over it, he mumbled a curse, wadded it up and threw it at the door.

"Do you believe this shit?" Mel asked, as she stormed in through the door.

"I take it you just read the card for tonight?" Eric moved from behind his desk, walking over to her, he placed an arm around her and pulled her close. He needed her now more than ever.

"This is no doubt a set up. When has Christy ever wrestled? It's too easy. I mean, Nidia and I, against Stacy and Christy. We'll wipe the ring with them in sixty seconds! They can't keep me away from the belt forever. The fans know I am due a title shot. Where's the Women's Champion, Trish at anyway?"

Eric laughed sarcastically. "Well, she's probably where she normally is about this time. Right behind Stephanie, kissing ass."

"Yeah well, I'm sick of this shit Eric! I'm tired of being screwed over because of my relationship with you. I should have gold around my waist now. Not being made a joke out of by wrestling two of the biggest sluts in the business."

Eric took on a somber look. "Look babe, I am sorry that you are getting punished for loving me. I don't blame you one bit if you walk out on me. I have half-way been expecting you to leave me anyways. I love you babe and I need you in my life, but if your career is more important than us, then by all means leave."

"Eric, that's not what I am saying. I'm not leaving you. That's exactly what they want. Our love is strong enough to conquer anything, even this. I'll get my title shot one day, hopefully." Mel smiled at him, as he leaned over and placed a quick kiss on her forehead. He got up and returned to his desk.

"Babe, if all goes as planned, you will dominate the women's division." Eric gave her a wink. A look of mystery veiled his face.

"Do you know something I don't Mr. Bischoff?" She playfully teased, as she walked over to him and took a seat on his desk, resting her slender legs on either side of him.

Eric cleared his throat and loosened the top three buttons on his shirt. "Well, Miss Melony, actually there is something I know, that you don't. But I will fill you in on that tonight, once we are back at the hotel. Now don't you have a match to prepare for?"

Melony gave a throaty laugh. "Very funny. You wouldn't actually call it a match would you?"

"Good point sweetheart."

"I can take a hint though. I'll leave. I'm sure you have lots of work to get to." Mel gave him a smile and run a hand over his short hair. Hopping off the desk, she kissed him fully on the mouth and turned to leave.

"Are you worried that Stephanie or Hunter might pull something?" Eric asked, worry lines etching his face.

"Nah. And even if they do I can handle myself. There's always a mass of weapons ringside."

"Be careful babe."

"No worries." Mel winked and walked out of the office.

"So, what did Eric say?" Nidia prodded, as she pulled her top over her head. Mel was obviously in deep thought, as she was struggling to adjust her elbow pads. She had know Eric long enough to know that he was hiding something. Frankly she was a little worried, to say the least.

"Hello? Anyone home?" Nidia loudly popped her gum, garnering Mel's full attention.

"Sorry Nid. What did you say?"

"What did Eric say about your match? And what did he say about Stephanie pulling you out of the title shot tonight?"

Mel shrugged her shoulders. "Oddly enough he didn't say much. Just that he will handle things. I'm sure that was directed towards the Billion dollar bitch. He really seemed preoccupied. I think he's definitely plotting something."

"Maybe he's been drinking." Nidia smirked.

"Yeah, that's probably it. Cause we all know he would never be so sneaky as to plot something behind someone's back unless he was drunk." Mel laughed and threw a towel at Nidia. "Come on girl, we've got a match to win." Nidia groaned at the thought.

Nidia and Mel walked down the hallway towards the gorilla. "So, Nid. You never did tell me if a certain someone would be moving in with you. Hm?"

Nidia giggled at the implication. "Well, actually we haven't really discussed it yet. I don't want to rush into anything. I really want to enjoy owning my own home before I have to share it with anyone other than my animals."

"I don't blame you. Where is Mr smoochy pants at anyways? He didn't come by the locker room for his daily dose of kisses." Mel made kissing noises at Nidia and laughed. Nidia paused in mid-stride and elbowed Mel in the arm. "Ow Nid! Geez can't you take a joke?"

"Shh! Look."

Melony followed Nidia's gaze and saw Stacy, Trish, Christy and Stephanie in a heated debate. Their voices low enough that Nidia and Mel couldn't make out what they were saying. They exchanged looks, not doubting for a minute that the four were out to cause trouble.