Disclaimer: I do not own anything other than Drea and other OC characters. Unfortunately enough, I don't claim any ownership to any WWE Superstars or the WWE itself. I'm entirely too poor and unlucky for that to be the case. ;)

CHAPTER 2

Hours later, and here I sit in the Dallas airport, on a 3 hour layover. I'm cursing the day I was born, telling all that Master Hunter- mister Jagermeister for those who are Germanic language challenged-to go screw itself, and trying not to see all 12 of those cosmos I had again. I do manage to take some quick looks at the new bosses, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to like the tall, gorgeous scenery. All I could think of now is just a shower and a bed.

I arrived at San Diego airport at about 6 or 7 or something a.m.; I'm hung over. I manage to follow my email directions, and tell the cheerful cabbie to take me to the Hilton. Apparently, my new boss is nice enough to talk the hotel into sponsoring a minimal room for me to have for the day until check out tomorrow. I walk into the big lobby, and instantly I'm sure that I have the wrong place. There are about 5 different giant, adorable, simply hot men walking towards me from the elevators. I figure it's better to go check in than get run over and be a greasy, drunk spot on the marble as my previously spotted herd of wonderful men walk into the gym. This is the place, Drea – this is exactly where your tired, fabulous ass should be. Surrounded by hot guys, and not wearing anything restricting. Restricting…wait; I look down and notice I've been barefoot since the plane ride, my shoes tucked into my purse. Fuck.

The bell boy is nice enough to fill me in a little on the ride up to my room. He politely tells me that the company usually rents out a lot of space so that the stars can have theirs – without being all creepily stalked (like I was almost guilty of this morning, barefooted in the lobby like I was coming from Woodstock or the Manson ranch). As I politely thank him for the help, and for not judging me by looks or smell, he reminds me that the Wi-Fi here is splendiferous, and I could get up to speed in a fraction of a second. For this help, I tip him. Again, no judgment. This guy is good.

After my shower, I crawl into bed with the computer and start looking things up. I have decided to make it easy on myself – I'm going to call everyone by their stage names until I'm corrected. That has to work. I'm going to be watching over a lot, A LOT, of people. Keeping them sort of in line, i.e. no spontaneous murders or robberies of banks, and making sure there are powerbars and brown m&m's in the right room. Still pays more and I'm already in Cali. This is a step up still. I doze off about the time I'm reviewing a profile for one of the Divas, Melina, who looks like she might be a good option for someone to hang out with. Next thing I know, my alarm is waking me up, and I'm scrambling to get something on, including shoes this time, to go meet the new bosses. I finally walk out of my room in my favorite blue jeans (which make my ass look spectacular – the only pair that does this), a silk tank top with some cleavage, slightly heeled open toe sandals, and my MK aviators and bag. As my hair flows loose and wavy on my back, I walk through the lobby full of superstars milling around, and head straight for Ms. McMahon.

"Excuse me, Ms. McMahon, I'm Drea. Drea Macklin. I'm your new, well, gopher." I smile sweetly as I pull my glasses up into my hair. She smiles and offers her hand; I take it and shake it excitedly.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Drea. Please, ride with us to the arena, and we can talk all about what we need you to do, and how happy we are to have you here with us." I follow her out to the Escalade that is waiting, and climb on in. As I'm shutting the door, I notice the same 5 gorgeous guys walk by, heading towards the valet stand this time. I watched her nod slightly towards the group, "Those are some of the guys you will be assigned to, Drea. Hope you're prepared to jump right in, 'cause they will keep you on your toes!"

The car flew through traffic, and I only caught about a small portion of what I was told. I get to basically float; help out where needed. It was my concern if someone needed something in particular, and try to get it possible or legal. I would be needed to help set up sometimes too, or manage wardrobe if they need it, make-up, etc. I get a standard issue walkie-talkie, ear piece, credentials, and a much, much bigger salary. I nod where appropriate, and try to push the cute guys from my head. I'm told that sometimes I might need to keep up with them after hours even, and I'm sure that my face lights up – this is something I can handle – and to just keep them out of trouble. I should recognize any potential actionable situations because of my background, and when we arrive at the venue, Stephanie shakes my hand, points me to the supplies manager, and says good luck. Here goes nothing.

I'm wandering around the back, ear piece in, when I sit down on a box for a second to take a load off. Ugh, how do these women do this all the time? Sure my shoes and outfit were smoking hot, but it was costly - my feet were killing me and my body was not a fan of the constriction. As I leaned back a bit, arching my back to stretch it out, eyes closed, I suddenly felt a little off – like there is someone right next to me. I open up my eyes and screetch loudly; there are 5 men standing there looking at me like they had found the Holy Grail, which seemed to be hidden down my shirt. I bolt up, and realize that when you buy a push-up bra, and you're naturally blessed, it can lead to a good show for everyone.

"Oh my God! Ya'll scared the crap outta me!" I started panting; my hand on my heaving chest.

The first, and most approachable man, extended his hand slowly and helped me get up onto my feet. Smiling, "We're sorry. Didn't mean to, uhm, scare you or anything. I think we may have just enjoyed the view. My name is Matt, or Evan." I took his hand and shook it slowly – he was adorable. Beautiful smile; nice eyes that sparkled behind his glasses, and definitely not as scary as some of the others because he would be in my height range. "So, are you new here, or?"

I shook myself away from looking at his perfect smile, "Sorry, my name is Drea. This is my first day…heh…I'm the new floating PA slash risk manager. I'm here to help you guys out with whatever you need." As I finish my hand shake with the nice one, I hear the tallest one in the back let out a small whoof of air, and the blonde next to him moved his arm back as he finished his remark under his breath.

"I bet you might have some things she can take care of, huh?" I immediately snap into bitchy alert – are they cracking these jokes on me the first day? This isn't my first rodeo, buddy, and I'm really not going to be teased by the tan, tattooed version Godzilla, and his merry band of jerks. Godzilla pushed the blonde, and drops his gaze to the floor immediately when he met my eyes, which are now turning an incensed shade of blue.

"Excuse me, Matt, it's nice to make your acquaintance, but I think your friend back there, Barbie or Ken or whatever his name is, might have something to say." I hear all the men snicker, and Godzilla is stifling a loud laugh as the blonde looks impressed. I direct my attention back to him as the men start to form a semi-circle around me. "I'm sorry, you were saying?"

"Wow. Been a while since I've been busted on like that. I didn't mean anything by it, and my name is Ted, not Ken." He smiled sincerely, looking amused that I had a brain in my head. "Seriously, I'm impressed. Cody, you catch this lady?"

I smirked – I had nailed the blonde. Apparently, the look on my face was well read by this Cody person. A very cute, dark haired guy stepped forward a little with his hand outstretched. I took it lightly, and he instantly smiled. "Yeah, he's really not always that much of a douche. Just sometimes." He winked at me, and I grinned slightly. "My name is Cody; welcome to the WWE." I detected a little southern twang in his voice, and it was easy to see the man had that charm. God bless a southern gentleman.

Godzilla pushed Cody to the side slightly, and walked directly in front of me. I looked up; I had to. He was still taller than me with my slightly heeled shoes on. The dude was dripping sex from every element of himself. He thrust his hand to me, and looked almost through me with a steel gaze. I timidly took his hand, and he crushed it with one squeeze. "I'm Randy, and I have to go." He twirled around on his heels and took off from the group. I stood there with a frozen look of terror on my face, and I could hear the other guys snickering behind me. I turned around to them, still slightly taken aback from this encounter.

"Okay then. So we have Matt, Ted, and Cody." As I pointed to each they nodded and smiled. I pointed in the direction of Godzilla's exit, "That was Randy." They nodded again. I looked at the last member of the group. He was of a massive stature; looked like he did nothing else but live in a gym. He had a strong jaw and muscular looking, well, everything. As I looked in his direction, he began to smile softly, and his whole stoic face softened. He had lovely blue eyes that began to dance. I offered my hand out to him, and he took it; his grip was much lighter than I had imagined. "And you are?"

"I'm John. Please ignore him," he nodded in Godzilla's direction as the other guys grinned mischieviously, "he is having a rough time right now. He's at least normal most of the time. Talks without grunting or anything." John's smile was friendly, warm, and completely disarming. I started to hope that I didn't look like I was doing my best impression of Goofy again. John was a cutie.

"Well, it was nice to meet you, too, John. It was really nice to meet all of you. I hope you guys will let me know if there is anything I can take care. If you don't, I might be let go, and I like the idea of being employed, and maybe even having to follow everyone out tonight to make sure nothing happens." All the men smiled and laughed. As the left, I gave them a friendly wave, and collapsed back onto the travel box I had been resting on when I was rudely interrupted. The perk here now is that I know I'm tracking down all these adorable guys, and one giant reptile who terrorized Tokyo. Maybe 1 outta 5 ain't bad.