Chapter 2
Monster

Randy sat in a booth in the darkest corner of the bar which also happened to be the one furthest from the entrance. There were several empty beer bottles in front of him but he wasn't drunk or even tipsy. He only came down to the bar because he didn't know what else to do. He didn't feel like dealing with any fans so he decided to stay inside the hotel and that narrowed down his choices of things to do greatly.

He didn't have many friends he could hang out with on days like these when he was in chill mode. A lot of the other guys in the locker room felt that he didn't deserve the major pushed and title shots the writers gave him. He could care less what they thought, he proved himself every time he went out there and that was all that mattered in the end. The friends that he did have however were Dave, John and sometimes Stacy. At the moment Randy wasn't talking to Stacy, Dave was out due to an injury, and John was on Smackdown which didn't benefit Randy at all because he was on Raw.

Finishing off what Randy decided was going to be his last beer, he neatly put all the empty bottles at the edge of the table but just as he was about to leave the bar someone plopped into the other side of the booth. He looked up to find a distraught looking Carlito sitting in front of him.

"What do you want?" He asked him harshly. All Randy wanted to do was head back up to his room and go to sleep before the pain medication wore off and Carlito was preventing him from doing that.

"I need your help" It was after Carlito said those four little words that he knew he was serious and in some deep shit because for once in his life Randy heard him say a sentence without the word cool in it. Randy found himself curious about what could be wrong, but then again he really did want to get back to his room. After carefully thinking and weighing his options, his curiosity won and he decided to listen to what Carlito had to say.

"Help with what?" He asked as he sat back down in the booth and motioned for the waitress to bring him another beer.

"Well I'm having these woman related problems and I thought why not come and ask you for advice because I heard that you're like a love doctor or something like that." He said as he fidgeted. He was talking so fast that it took Randy a couple of minutes to even comprehend what he had said.

"Well you heard wrong because I'm anything but a love doctor" He replied as he thought about his 'Stacy Problems' yeah, if that showed anything it showed how much he was not a love doctor.

"Could you just hear me out at least I really need some help or advice or something. Just anything to help me out, I'm desperate"

This time Randy did a double take; his ears had to be deceiving him because to him it almost sounded like Carlito was begging him.

He didn't know where it came from maybe it was because he knew what it was like to feel like Carlito was feeling but somewhere inside him a little piece of ice on his heart melted because he felt sympathy for Carlito.

"Okay I'll try to help you as best as I can. So what's the problem?" He asked as he took a sip of beer that the waitress had brought over to him.

"Well you see I kind of have a stalker." Carlito started but stopped when Randy snorted.

"What?" He asked not able to see what was so funny.

"Nothing." He said clearing his throat and putting on a straight face. "Is it a diva?" He asked after he regained his composure.

"Yes." Carlito responded then told the waitress to get him three shots of tequila. He could tell he was going to need it.

"You do know that it's most men's ultimate fantasy to have a diva stalk them or even talk to them right?" Randy asked Carlito with a smirk on his face.

"Oh I know, trust me, I've had my fair share of romps in the divas' locker room, but this isn't just any diva we're talking about." Carlito said and immediately downed his shots.

"Oh. I guess that means Victoria's stalking you?" Randy asked with a grimace. He got chills just thinking about Victoria stalking him. Talk about a true nightmare.

"Yes, but not only is she stalking me she keeps coming up and molesting me in parking lots and hallways and planning these unwanted dates with me. Carlito said, his Spanish accent growing thicker as he spoke.

"And you let her do this because?" It was a simple question Randy asked, but it was also one Carlito couldn't answer for the life of him. He had no idea why he let her get away with what she did to him. It was annoying, frustrating and sometimes downright gross, but he honestly never took the precautions to stop her.

"That's the problem. I don't know why. It's like whenever she comes around I freeze up and I just feel obligated to go just go along with her crazy ideas and things she plans. If I don't, my conscience eats up at me and I go crazy. I feel bad for her! She doesn't even have friends! I feel like I'm going to be the one that puts her over the edge and end up the reason she may off herself. Plus it's not like I can just hit her or something because for one I don't hit women and I don't even know if it will hurt her." His only response from Randy was a laugh.

"Have you told her that you don't have any romantic feelings for her?" Randy asked after he got finish laughing at Carlito's rant.

"Why no I didn't do that at all." Carlito responded sarcastically.

"Hey don't get mad at me I'm just asking questions trying to help you."

"I know and I apologize. It's just so frustrating because I have done everything I can think of and it just seems to make her stalk me even more! It seems like everything I do only serves to draw her in more, like it intrigues her!"

"Okay maybe if we start from the beginning I can pinpoint where these feelings are coming from and help you to make her stop wanting you?" Randy said finally seeing how much this was really killing Carlito.

"Well it all started about four months ago . . ."

Four Months Ago

Carlito stood behind the curtain warming up and getting ready to go out for his Beat The Clock Match. He didn't know who his opponent was but that wasn't important. He knew he was going to win and that was all that mattered in the long run. He saw the sound man cue him that his music was about to start so he began his walk down the gorilla and stepped out onto the ramp when he heard his song begin.

As he stood in the ring, he was surprised when he heard Victoria's music began to play. Sure they had told him everything that was supposed to happen but they were on a tight schedule and they didn't have time to actually run through the match. They had never told him that a woman would be doing the moves to him. He had never saw a woman perform some of the moves she was going to do or take the bumps she was going to take.

After Carlito won and did his signature apple chunks plus spit in the face he went backstage. It was later that night when Carlito was about to get in his car to go back to the hotel that he saw Victoria standing by his car. He tried to ignore her and put his stuff in the trunk but when he was done she was still there.

"Can I help you?" He asked her as he tried to open the car door but was blocked by her.

"Actually you can." She pushed herself off of the car and walked until she stood toe to toe with him. He instantly began to feel uncomfortable as she wrapped her arm around his neck and leaned up to speak directly into his ear. "You see that little apple thing in the ring tuned me on." Carlito couldn't lie to himself; he was slightly turned on and became very turned on when she slowly traced the shell of his ear with her tongue. "I was thinking we could head back to hotel room for a different kind of wrestling." This time she accented the sentence by tugging on his earlobe with her teeth as her free hand traveled down to his butt and gave it a firm squeeze.

"I don't think that's such a good idea Victoria . . . because I'm tired and . . . we have an early flight tomorrow." He said as he finally regained his mobility and pulled back from her and unlocked the door to his car.

"Call me Lisa, and that's okay there's always tomorrow." She said with a wink and with one final slap on his ass she was gone.

Present

"Wow" It was all Randy could say after hearing Carlito's story.

"Yes I know" By now Carlito was more than a little tipsy. It had taken him more shots to tell the story than he should have had.

"Well from what I see she's kind of like me, she likes the chase. She keeps chasing you because she knows how much you don't want to give in to her. Like the whole you only want what you can't have thing. All you have to do is let her have it and then she'll lose interest and leave you alone." Randy sat back with a grin on his face. It was obvious he just solved Carlito's predicament. Damn he was good. Carlito just stared at him with a blank look on his face.

"Are you loco?" Carlito couldn't believe what he just heard. It was if Randy hadn't paid any attention to what he had said. "Let her have it? Let her have it? Did you not hear me when I said she is VICTORIA?" He screamed at him.

"Damn calm down. Just listen to me for a second. Would you rather be molested and stalked by her forever or just give it up once and have her leave you alone?" Carlito let Randy's words mull over in his head.

"She is coming to my room at 12:30 . . ."

"I see the perfect opportunity to just end this thing forever…..." Randy said with a bright smile.

"I guess." He could sort of see the logic behind it. The thought of a Victoria free life was more than appealing.

"See now problem solved."

"Oh my problem might be solved, but your problem is not." Carlito said getting a smug looking grin on his face.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Randy was surprised, he wasn't sure what Carlito was hinting at, but he already didn't like it.

"I know that you and Stacy aren't just friends."

"We aren't a couple."

"But your not just friends either."

"Well would you look at the time it's 12:20 shouldn't you be somewhere?" Randy said with a smug looking grin of his own.

"We're not done with this talk." Carlito said as he stood up and after a few sways he caught his footing and left to head to his room.

Carlito sat in his room waiting for Victoria to hurry up and show up so he could get it over with. The longer she took the more doubtful be began to feel about the plan and the more he began to feel that this was wrong. Just as he was about to finally say forget it and not go through with it, he heard a knock on his door.

He got up, walked over to the door, took a deep breath and quickly swung it open before he lost his nerve, and to no surprise on the other side stood Victoria, still in her ring attire.

She was wearing her black bra and shirt combination with her booty shorts and fishnet stockings only this time she had the addition of a whip at her side. Just the sight of her made Carlito whimper and wonder what he was thinking by convincing himself to go through with this. It was too late to pull out though because she barged in and pushed him down on the bed and straddled him with a predatory gleam in her eyes.

"No where to run now" She said as she grabbed him by the hair and kissed him. Carlito simply laid there doing nothing hoping that it wouldn't last too long when suddenly he felt a sharp pain across his chest. She had hit him with the whip! The worst part was he hadn't even realized she had taken his shirt off. It was when she was working on trying to get his belt off that Carlito took a second to think that the whole give it up ordeal might not have been that bad of an idea. Especially because he was going to get free sex out of it, and maybe even a blow job. He hated to say it, but Victoria looked like she had the potential to give amazing blow jobs.

And boy was he right; she had a mouth with the suction of a Hoover. He could definitely get used to that mouth. But all it took was the simple realization that while the mouth felt like heaven on his dick, the mouth was attached to Victoria. Victoria currently had her mouth around his penis. His penis was inside the mouth of Victoria. That was all he needed to snap him back to reality. He quickly shoved Victoria off of him in order to run to the bathroom and throw up everything he had that day. As he sat in from of the toilet puking his brains out, he never noticed that Victoria was behind him holding his hair back the entire time.

Randy sighed as he plopped down on his bed. He was restless and he didn't know what to do because he wasn't tired so it was impossible to go to sleep. He got up off his bed and decided to go to Stacy's room. The fact that he didn't know where her room was didn't matter because he was determined. But the biggest reason why it didn't matter was because when he opened the door she was on the other side.