Hope yall enjoyed chapter one. If you didn't, please let me know why. Anyways, Chapter two is here, obviously. Much love to anyone who stays with me through this entire story.

***CHAPTER TWO***

As Nik and Cody entered the room, Nik noticed her best friend and Drew McIntyre wrestling in the middle of the hotel room. "What the hell? I thought you said yall were behaving, Crys! You do realize if there are any damages to the room, it comes out of OUR paycheck, dontcha?" Nik took a deep breath, then sat her son down on the bed, shaking her head slowly.

"I'm sorry Mommy," Crys looked at her overly stressed and responsible best friend. "But we didn't break anything, see! We were just having some fun. You should try it from time to time." Drew and Cody gave each other a funny look, both mouthing 'Mommy?'

"We can discuss that later baby girl. If yall will straighten up the room a tad, I'll have supper ready in bout 30 minutes" Nik said as she walked into the kitchen-like area in the hotel room.

"Whatcha cooking? And why the hell should we clean when room service and maids come to do that shiz every day. Its kinda what they're PAID to do, yuh know?" Crys pouted, trying to get out of doing any cleaning.

"Ugh whatever, then just throw all your dirty clothes into the backpack, I'm doing laundry after we eat. And we're having baked snapper, went to the market this morning and bought some fresh, and I've had it marinating in orange juice and garlic all day. We got that and coleslaw, and then I sliced up some apples I'm gunna bake with cinnamon sugar for dessert." Nik looked at the two men, who were looking at her like they hadn't eaten in days, "Yes, yall can stay for supper."

"Thank ye, but are ye sure ye have enough?" Drew asked, mostly out of guilt.

"Yeah its fine, sugar, we got plenty. I always make enough food to have leftovers for a couple days," Nik smiled kindly at the handsome man.

And true to her word, 30 minutes later, supper was ready and there was definitely plenty to go around. Grabbing the paper plates from the counter, Nik fixed four plates of fish and coleslaw, putting some extra fish on her plate for her son. They ate in silence for about five minutes until Cody broke the comfortable quiet.

"I didn't think you could actually cook this good, the fish is amazing," he said, shoving another bite into his mouth.

"Um, thanks. Yeah I love cooking. Crys and I've been cooking together for years, then again when we do, well lets just say it aint always the most…expected ingredients in the dishes. But when I cook for people I usually try and make it somewhat normal."

"Yeah, like one time we decided to see how many things we could put in…" Nik held up her hand shaking her head. "You know what, that's a story for another day. Would yall wanna come by for breakfast in the morning?" Crys looked at the boys eagerly, silently praying for them to come over and eat the special breakfast. Nik had to look down and bite her lip to keep the laugh from escaping her mouth, knowing full well what her friend was up to.

"Should we be scared?" Drew asked, noticing the suddenly sneaky actions of his hostesses.

"We will definitely be here for breakfast," Cody said, completely oblivious to the devious looks exchanged by the Texans.

Nik bit her lip and held her breath for a second to regain her composure, then smiled, "Well I guess that means I gotta make a Wally Run, yall know where the closest Walmart is? There are, uhm, several items we need for breakfast tomorrow," she finished, having to fight the laughter once more. She had to cover her laugh with a cough when she looked over at Crys, who was about to die of laughter.

"I can take you if you want," Cody piped up quickly. He wiggled his eyebrows at her, and she rolled her eyes.

"I think I can manage the trip on my own, thanks though." The young brunette looked down at her son who was currently trying to steal the knife off of they're plate. "And what, lil man, do you think you're doin with that?"

He looked up with an innocent look on his face, looked down at the leftover food on the plate and started stabbing it. Suddenly he looked up and said "Spear Spear Spear." Nik shook her head and took the knife out of Aaron's hands.

"No son, you are not Edge and that's not how he spears. So you wanna go with Momma to Wally?" He nodded his head quickly and jumped off of his chair and grabbed the keys to the rental.

"Seriously, let me take yall," Cody began, but stopped when Nik's phone started ringing. "Who is it?" he asked as she looked at the caller ID.

Ignoring the question, she answered the phone, "Whatcha need, sir? Uh huh? You didn't have to do that. I know we need to, but its really not my scene. Cant we just… Yessir, you're the boss. Nine? Yessir. No sir, you don't need to tell them, I can let them know. Is it alright if we may be a little late, I needed to run to the grocery store first, for breakfast. Yessir I know the provide room service delivery, I just prefer cooking. Alright, nice talkin to yuh. G'bye." She hung up her phone and looked slightly pale. "Apparently Vinnie Mac has decided to buy out a local club round here for the night, specifically for us to get to know everyone on the roster at once. Fuck," she hung her head.

"Whas wrong with her?" Drew looked at Crys for answers.

"Hehe, she tends to stay away from alcohol and dancing since she had Aaron. When she drinks, she flirts. And when she dances, well, she looks like a whore." Nik muttered a quiet 'bitch', and Crys continued. "Hey nothing wrong with lookin like a whore from time to time."

"Fine, but I'm wearin jeans and a tank top, end of discussion" Nik said confidently, and slightly angrily.

"Oh HELL no, we're gunna play dress up til we find what we are wearin. Now if yall will excuse us boys, we will meet yall in the lobby when we're ready to go. And we can put off cooking breakfast til another day. This is gunna be fun!" and the boys left.

"Oh come on. I AINT wearin a skirt!" Nik said as Crys held up a black miniskirt. She looked down at her son. "Are you gunna be good for the babysitter?" He frowned and shook his head. "I got an idea. If your real good for the babysitter and you go to sleep when she asks, tomorrow I'll take you to the park before we have our show. Does that sound good, baby boy?" He smiled and nodded, reaching up for her to pick him up. "Do I really have to go, Crys? I hate meeting new people," she pouted at her best friend. "I don't wanna dress up."

Crys walked over and held her hands out to Aaron, who hesitated then went over to her. "Come on, this is our job now. And you love to dance, I don't know why you stopped. You're still young, you should start having some fun. Look, just wear your cutoff shorts and the camo corset we made. I'll wear my cutoffs and the green corset." Nik began to open her mouth, but Crys interrupted, "Yes wear your boots, and I'm wearing my black hooker-heels."

"Hair up or down?" Nik finally gave in, taking her son back and sat him down in the pac-n-play.

"I dunno. How bout I straighten it for you?" Nik nodded and walked in behind her friend, who was looking at herself in the mirror. "You wanna gimme a little trim first?" Crys asked, handing Nik the scissors.

Two and a half hours later, the babysitter had arrived and the two women were on they're way down the elevator. Inside the lobby, McIntyre and Rhodes were standing close to the door waiting on the two. Drew had on a purplish blue button down long sleeved shirt and faded jeans on and his long hair pulled back in a ponytail, while his friend had on a green and black short sleeved button down with darker jeans.

As the elevator doors opened, the men's eyes were instantly drawn to the two beautiful women who stepped out. The emerald green making the paler Texan's skin glow, and the shorts making her legs look as though they went on for miles, helped by the four inch heel boots she wore. The light makeup and rich eye shadow making the flecks of green in her normally chocolate brown eyes dance. The brunette, on the other hand, looked slightly uncomfortable as she ran her fingers along the cutoff hem of her shorts, trying to pull them down to cover her legs a little more. Her hair, which was normally pulled up in either a ponytail or twin braids, was falling straitened around her face, framing the dark lined and naturally toned eye makeup, making the hazel stand out. Though actually the same height, the light skinned woman looked taller.

"Damn" the men said in unison as the women joined them. Crys beamed at the speechless guys and slid her arm inside of the taller male.

"Come on, I wanna dance," Crys said, literally dragging her escort outside. She turned to look at her friend who was falling farther behind everyone else. "Get your ass in gear! I wanna dance damn it."

Nik rolled her eyes and walked a little faster, Cody waiting up slightly so she wouldn't be walking alone. "Is it really so bad to have to go out and have some fun every once and a while?" he asked her.

"I can have fun," she sounded indignant. "I just can have MORE fun when I'm in pants." She sighed, realizing that she was already ruining everyone else's fun. "You know what, fuck it," she said as they stopped at Cody's car. Smiling evilly, she reached into his jeans before he knew what was happening and stole his keys out of his pocket. "I wanna drive."

He laughed, realizing Crys had just done the same to his tag team partner. "Yall are a lot alike, you know that? But seriously, give me my keys, this is my baby and I'll be damned if you put a single dent in it." Nik scoffed, pulling her hand away just as Rhodes reached for it. "Damn it give me my keys."

"No, I wanna drive! I love Chargers damn it and I wanna drive!" She giggled as he reached for the keys again. She threw her hand as far behind her back as possible pushing Cody slightly with her other and as he started trying to get closer so he could take his keys back. "You'll get them back soon as we get to the club, I swear." Suddenly, she felt herself being pulled flush against the second generation superstar and then leaned up against the 1969 black Dodge Charger. Cody stopped quickly, realizing how close they actually were. Blue gazed into hazel as they stood completely still, still leaning against each other. Both sets of cheeks flushing a light shade. "Ahem," Nik cleared her throat and snapping back first, she pushed off her secret dream car and away from the tall man. He continued to stare for a second longer, until Nik unlocked the driver side door and got in and cranked the car. "You coming or what?" acting as if nothing had happened.

Cody grumbled and plopped down into the passenger seat. "Do you even know how to drive a stick?" he asked, his voice finally coming back to him completely. She nodded happily at winning. Cody looked over at the driver, watching as she gently ran her hand first over the steering wheel, over to the dash, then down to the gear shift. She continued looking over the car for a few more seconds, then took off.

"How long have you had this?" Nik sounded as if she were in awe as they got out of the car and she went straight over and popped the hood to get a look at the inside.

"Dad bought it for me when I got my WWE contract," he said honestly. He watched curiously Nik leaned in a little farther, using her phone to get a better look at the engine.

"Damn its beautiful," she all but whispered, gliding her hands over the hood as she slowly shut it. Cody cocked his head to the side as he watched the enamored female staring at his car.

"Thanks," he chuckled as Crys and Drew came up and Crys jumped on the long-haired brunettes back, snapping her out of her own world.

"Damn it, thanks for the warning," she groaned as she slipped her hands under Crys' legs helping her stay in place. Hearing her friend laugh, Nik took off towards the club entrance, "Well, lets get this night over with."

"We'll be in in just a minute," Drew said to the women, who were now laughing like crazy for some unknown reason. After the Divas were far enough away, Drew turned to the shorter man. "What was that about?"

Cody tried to play dumb. "What was what about?" Seeing the stern look on his friends face, Cody sighed and said, "I don't know, man. Shes weird, I think she's bipolar or something. One minute she's bitching about not wanting to come out to the club and acting like she hates my guts, the next thing I know she's stealing my keys right out of my pocket. Oh well, we're out here to have fun tonight, lets see what these girls can do." And at that, they went into the club.

When the guys got into the club, they saw the girls standing with John Morrison, Ron Killings better known as R-Truth, Randy Orton, and John Cena. As they got closer, they saw the huge smile plastered on Nik's face as she carried on a conversation with Orton while Crys had started running her fingers though Mor's hair over and over again.

As soon as the boys reached the group, Cody started listening to the conversation between Orton and Nik. "I know, I saw the new picture of her and Sam on the internet. She is the most beautiful baby girl."

"Thank you, it will be cool for Al and Aaron to meet, Al needs some friends closer to her age," Randy said. He wrapped an arm around Nik as Cody and Drew approached. "What's up guys?"

Cody looked on slightly confused as his friend answered, "Some party going on. Not often Vince buys out a club for us." Noticing Drew close by, Crys walked over and stood between him and Randy.

"Randy, where'd Cena go? He promised me he'd bring my book back," Crys pouted, looking around for John.

Nik smiled and wrapped both her arms around her best friends waist, "Baby girl I wanna dance and I cant dance with Randy. He's got no rhythm! Come dance with me." She pulled the blonde closer to her and began dragging her out to the dance floor.

Quickly they vanished into the crowd, and Cody turned to look at his former Legacy leader. "How do you know them?"

Randy laughed and sighed, "Guess they didn't tell you. That trip Vince sent Cena and me on to Texas was to scout out some talent. We saw them and new instantly that they would be great for the company. When we talked to them about it, we came up with a new concept for the Diva's championships and McMahon loved it." After his explanation the tattooed man leaned over the bar and ordered three more beers.

The men stood around and chatted through a couple more songs until the young women came back, Nik instantly ordering a beer for her and a wine cooler for her friend, Crys coming to stand between Drew and Cody. "So what were yall talkin bout?" Crys asked.

"Nothin of importance," Drew said as he wrapped his arm around her waist. "Did ye have fun dancing out there?"

"Always," Crys replied after taking a long sip of her drink. An hour pasted, and Crys had drank almost four wine coolers, "Drew les go dansss. I'z wans tuh dansss wit you."

Nik, who had only had a couple beers, laughed at her friend. Drew gave her a funny look, "Bless her heart, but she can't hold her liquor. I could tell you story after story of the shit we've done, but all I can say is," and she turned to her friend, "Yall are NOT fucking in our room!"

Crys pouted and her eyes watered slightly, "Aw but Mommy why not? I needz a gooooooood fuckin!"

Drew's cheeks flushed slightly, they'd just met that day. Cody, who'd had a few too many shots of vodka, came up behind Nik and wrapped both his arms around her stomach, pulling her back against him. "You wan dance?"

Nik pushed off of him, rolling his eyes. "Hey Cena, where we goin?" She ignored Cody's pout as she and her friend were pulled over to the DJ station.

John quickly grabbed the mic and getting the DJ to stop the music. "Alright everyone shut up and look up here. Not all of yall know why Vince organized this little get together. Most of yall have seen these two all night, and I'm here to introduce the newest Diva's, Crystalia Terramia and Nik Bael. Also" he reached down under the turntable and pulled out two huge belts with two women on them and a ref in the center holding the women's hands up, "Vince has decided to give the Diva's a new Title, the 'Divas Tag Team' championship. So women, if yall are interested new matches, here's where to start. McMahon said at our next PayPerView, the two Diva tag teams that beat out all the other Divas will compete to find out who will be the first Divas Tag Team Champs," everyone clapped. "Now, I'm gunna hand over the mic to the newest women to our roster and let them introduce themselves a little better."

Cena smiled at Nik, who frowned as she took the mic. She inhaled slowly, then began. "Hey everybody, great to finally be here. I'm Nik, and this is my best friend, Crys. We're from Texas and have been taggin' together for bout two years now." She looked at her friend and handed the mic to her. "I'm Crys, and I'm a bit drunk, cuz we didn't know we were gunna have to come up here and talk." Crys handed the mic back to Nik. "Really aint much to say, we make all our statements in the ring. Love us, hate us, just know we aint goin way. Hope ev'ryone has a blast tonight, and we'll see yall tomorrow in the ring," and they stepped away from the mic, half the room clapping, LayCool and a few others booing.

Soon as they were cleared out of the limelight, Nik turned around and smacked Cena in the chest, "What the fuck? Coulda warned us we were gunna have to go up there tonight, we coulda at least not drank so damn much before we had to talk." She frowned and punched him in the stomach. Crys just laughed at her friends annoyance.

As the trio reached the bar that Randy, Ron, and Morrison were leaning against, Mike Mizanin, better known as Miz, had come up and stood in between Nik and the alcohol she so wished to consume. "Hi, I'm Miz…"

"And you're awesome, I know," Nik laughed as she stepped around him to grab the beer out of Randy's hand. She turned back to Miz, "So are you as much of a tool in real life as you are in the ring?" She gave him a half smirk, but kept her tone friendly.

"I can be, so are you as much of a bitch as you seemed up there?" he asked back.

"I can be," she let go of the smirk and gave him a real smile. "Yeah, I was just pissed bout bein put on the spot by SuperCena over there." "What did I tell you about calling me that?" they heard Cena, but ignored him. "Anyways," she continued, "I'm not a shy person, but when I have no clue what to say and I've been drinkin, I freeze up and just say whatever comes to mind."

Miz laughed, until Cody came over and stood next to them, draping his arm over Nik. Before Nik could go off on the tall man, Crys came up behind her and wrapped her arms around her stomach. "What do you want, baby girl?" Nik asked, leaning her head back and looking her friend in the eyes.

"Mommy, I'm happy. I'm happy and I wanna fuck."

Nik shook her head at her friend. "I know you're happy, babe, but no fuckin tonight. We just met all these men and I don't think it would be a good idea to make them think you're loose." Crys pouted and pecked her friend on the lips. "No fuckin, got it?" Nik asked. Crys sighed and nodded.

Before anything else could be said, both members of LayCool came over to the group. The tall blonde spoke first, "So I had heard Vince was hiring some new Divas, but seriously, Lay, who would want to watch these ugly bitches."

"I know, Michelle, it's like he can't find anyone that looks as good as us," Layla said.

"Lay, no one looks as good as us. I mean really, who could?"

Nik sighed and shook her head. "Look, like I said. We solve all our shit in the ring. Make fun of us all you want, I don't care. Just leave us alone. Talk behind our back, cuz I sure as hell don't want you talkin to me."

Layla looked shocked. "Are you a lesbian?"

Nik and Crys burst out laughing, "Mommy, can we just whoop they're asses now?"

"Baby girl, I told you, no fightin outside the ring. If we did, we woulda been in a constant fight from the day we stepped into the Indy league til now." Then she turned back to Layla and Michelle. "Look, no, we aint lesbians. No, she's not really my daughter, she's just been callin me that since our freshman year of high school. And you know what, if yall don't leave Crys and me alone, we will personally make sure that yall will NEVER hold the Diva's Tag Team Championship belts. That is, unless yall are shinin them for us. Now go away."

Michelle, completely ignoring Nik's little spew, turned and wrapped her arms around Cody. "Cody, baby, why didn't you call me today? I thought we had a good time last night." She reached and pulled at both of Cody's hands placing them on her hips and leaning in close.

Cody quickly looked over at Nik, who rolled her eyes. "We did have fun, the movie was great. But I got busy today. It's not like we're explicit or anything." He noticed Nik walking away holding Crys' hand, and Miz catching up and wrapping his arm around Nik. Cody sighed.

"What's wrong, Cody Bear?"

"Don't call me that," Cody tried to walk off, but Michelle caught him and dragged him off to the dance floor.

"He's an idiot," Nik said to Crys as she ordered a Jägerbomb and downing it quickly.

"I KNEW YOU LIKED HIM," Crys exclaimed. "You told me you didn't, you told me hes too egotistical, but I knew you liked him," she kept going on and on in her drunken state.

Miz laughed. "What's so damn funny?" Nik asked him, but not sounding completely angry at him. Miz just shook his head and Nik rolled her eyes. "Whatever, I got my booze and a babysitter for the entire night. There is absolutely nothing that could go wrong." She spoke too soon.

Right after she spoke, she noticed Layla hitting on Drew McIntyre. Before she could hide her friend from seeing it, Crys had turned around and saw the tiny brunette running her hand up and down the Scots bicep. "Mommy, I'm drunk, lets go back to the hotel?" Nik nodded, and they quickly said they're goodbyes to the few friends they had made that night, and Randy called them a cab.

Soon after they had gotten into the cab and taken off, Cody and Drew had finally managed to get away from LayCool for a few minutes. Looking around the club, they headed over to where Miz was standing and talking to Alex Riley.

"Hey, you wouldn't happen to know where Crys and Nik are wouldja?" Cody asked.

"They went back to the hotel," Miz said coolly. Remembering what Nik had said before they left, he lied, "They both had drank enough and Crys wasn't feeling too good."

"Thanks man," Drew said as they took off towards the exit of the club. "Les make a stop at the store, get them some crackers and gingerale."

"Why do we even care? Seriously we met them today," Cody said as they pulled out of the gas station to get some hangover helpers.

"Ye tell me, yer the one who told me in the hotel that you couldn't stop thinking of Nik," Drew smirked.

"You aint no better, McIntyre. Wanting to rush over and get something to help poor little Crys." They continued to bicker all the way to the hotel and up the elevator. When they arrived on the right floor, they came to the door and knocked.

A few seconds later, the door flew open and Nik was staring blankly at the two men. "We're busy, can I help yall?"

***CHAPTER TWO END***

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