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Chapter 7...

"Knock, knock."

Cory jumped, nearly burning herself with her curling iron when she heard Randy enter the dressing room she was sharing with Stacy. She unraveled her hair from it and turned it off, setting it down on the counter.

"Didn't mean to scare you," he smirked.

"I'm sure you didn't," she said, running a hand through her hair, not turning to face him yet. She could see him in the mirror, staring at her ass. She rolled her eyes, turning around, "Did you need something?"

"No," he shook his head, stepping closer to her.

She arched a brow, waiting for him to explain his presence, backing up until she was against the counter.

He smiled, stopping only a few inches in front of her, "I just wanted to see if you needed any help."

"I think I've got everything under control," Cory said, annoyed at Randy's gaze focused on her chest.

"You sure?" he asked. "I'd be more than willing to help you get dressed."

"She looks dressed to me."

Cory looked over Randy's shoulder and found herself surprisingly relieved at the sight of John Cena. Randy turned around and Cory took the opportunity to slide out from between him and the counter.

"And if she needs any help," John walked over to her, putting an arm around her waist. "I'll be the one to handle that."

"Don't get all territorial John," Randy laughed. "Cory and I were just joking around."

Cory was almost amused at Randy's attempt to smooth things over.

"Well, pardon the interruption but we need a few minutes alone," John said.

Randy walked toward the door, "Cory, meet the rest of us in Ric's dressing room when you get a chance so we can go over some things."

Cory nodded and Randy left. Once they were sure he was gone, Cory started laughing, moving away from John.

"How long was he in here?" John asked.

"Not very long," Cory shrugged. "But I'm glad you came in when you did."

"Are you?" John smirked.

"Oh shutup," she rolled her eyes. She turned, taking a quick look at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a black blazer that revealed some of her white lace bra and a pale pink miniskirt. She could swear she saw John checking her out in the mirror but when she looked over her shoulder, he looked away quickly.

"So, did you have a reason for coming in here or did your spidey sense tell you I needed help?" she asked, picking up her lip gloss.

"I was walking by and I heard Randy's voice," he explained. "You seen Portia yet?"

"Oh yeah," Cory nodded. "When I got here with Jesse and Dawn, she was staring a hole through me."

"Sounds like her," John laughed.

"I wonder how she got so crazy over someone like you," she smirked.

"You think you're funny, don't you?" he shook a finger at her.

She smiled sweetly at him.

He started toward the door, "You know, I've been wondering the same thing about Randy."

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"Have either of you seen Rene?"

Adam looked up to see Viveca leaning into he and Jason's dressing room. As usual, she looked amazing. She was wearing a short, black strapless dress and she had a black beret on top of her long, dark waves.

"You're looking very French today," Jason smirked.

She laughed, rolling her eyes, "Thanks Jay."

"I haven't seen him," Jason shook his head.

"I need to talk to him about his match tonight," she explained. "Adam?"

"Huh?" Adam snapped out of it. He had been staring at her since she came in.

"Have you seen Rene?" Viveca asked.

"Yeah," Adam nodded. "He was talking to Devon a few minutes ago by the catering area."

"Thanks," she smiled. "I'll see you guys later."

As she left the room, Adam felt something hit the side of his face. He looked down to see a towel on his lap and then over at Jason, who was smiling at him.

"It's to wipe up your drool," Jay explained.

"Shutup," Adam pointed.

"Dude, could you be more obvious?" Jason laughed.

"Look, I told you, it's not gonna happen," Adam said.

"I know, I know, because of Jeff," Jason said. "I'm just saying you could stand to hide your attraction a little better if you're not gonna let anything happen."

Adam rolled his eyes, "I'll work on it."

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Taylor wrang her hands nervously as she followed Chris down the hall in the arena. Almost everyone she'd seen so far towered over her. She got the impression that they were looking for someone by the way Chris was rushing but he hadn't told her who. She had a feeling that his plan to find her a job wasn't going to work but she had decided to humor him and come along. By the end of the night, she was sure she'd be on her own again.

"There she is," Chris said, taking Taylor's hand, making her walk a little faster.

"Who?" Taylor asked, confused.

"Dawn!" Chris called down the hall. "Hey Dawn!"

Taylor saw who he was talking to when a green eyed brunette in an incredibly short blue dress walked toward them.

"Hey," she smiled warmly. "What's up?"

"Dawn, I want you to meet a friend of mine," Chris explained. "This is Taylor Vogle. Taylor, this is Dawn MArie."

"Nice to meet you," Dawn extended her hand.

Taylor shook it, "Nice to meet you too."

"Listen, Dawn, I'm supposed to go talk to Shane about something," Chris said. "Do you think you could maybe show Taylor around or something?"

"Do I look like a welcome wagon to you?" Dawn said, looking annoyed.

Taylor suddenly felt tense.

Dawn laughed, "I'm kidding, of course I can," the brunette's warm smile returned, putting Taylor at ease.

"Thanks," Chris said. "I'll be right back."

In a flash, Chris was gone and Taylor was alone with a stranger.

"So," Dawn smiled. "How do you know Chris?"

"Well, I don't really," Taylor admitted.

Dawn looked a little confused.

"He helped me out last night," Taylor explained. "My car was broken down on the side of the road and he stopped to see if I was okay. Now he's refusing to let me out of his sight until he knows I'll be safe or something like that."

"That sounds like Chris," Dawn nodded. "Well I'm glad he could help you out. Come on, I'll introduce you to a few people."

Over the course of the next few minutes, Taylor was introduced to Kurt Angle, Kevin Nash, Shawn Michaels, and Steve Austin. She didn't really know who any of them were but something told her this was a pretty big deal. What she did know was that they were all very nice.

"Cory come here," Dawn waved to another very pretty brunette who was talking to an older man wearing a glittering robe. The brunette said something in parting to the man before walking toward them.

"Taylor, this is my best friend, Cory," Dawn smiled. "Cory, this is Taylor."

"Hi Taylor," Cory shook her hand. "Are you new here?"

"Oh no," Taylor shook her head. "I highly doubt I have the legs it takes to work here."

Cory laughed, looking down at her short skirt, then back at Taylor, "Oh I'm sure you do."

"She's here with Chris Irvine," Dawn explained.

Cory looked intrigued.

"Not like that," Taylor shook her head.

"Of course not."

Taylor heard a voice over her shoulder and turned to see yet another good looking woman. This one had black hair and brown eyes. Taylor didn't get the same good feeling from this woman that she did from Dawn and Cory.

"Looks like Chris was out picking up strays," she smirked.

Taylor was about to say something but Cory beat her to it, "Portia, back off."

"Don't make us go get the bug spray," Dawn crossed her arms over her chest.

"I don't believe I was talking to either of you," Portia smirked.

"But I'm talking to you," Cory said, stepping in front of the other woman. "Leave her alone."

Portia flipped her hair and walked away, mumbling something Taylor couldn't understand.

She wasn't thinking about Portia though. She was just surprised that Dawn and Cory had taken up for her the way they did.

"Don't mind Portia," Dawn said. "She's just the devil."

"She is," Cory nodded.

Taylor laughed, "I'll try to keep that in mind."

"So, where's your boyfriend?" Dawn asked, putting her arm around Cory's shoulders.

"My what?" Cory stared.She thought about the question for a second and then a knowing expression finally appeared on her face, "Ohh, right, my boyfriend..He's uh...hell, I don't know where he is. I'm not his keeper."

"Cory's seeing John Cena," Dawn explained.

"Lucky me," Cory rolled her eyes.

Taylor didn't know who John Cena was but from Cory's reaction at the mention of his name, they must have an interesting relationship.

"Anyway Taylor, tell us about you."

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"Chris, you know full well that I cant just give your friend a job," Shane shook his head.

"Why not?" Chris asked. "I'm vouching for her."

"She has no qualifications," Shane said. "You said she was a waitress and a receptionist in a doctor's office. What does that have to do with anything around here?"

Chris shrugged, "I don't know. I'm sure there's something."

"There's not," Shane shook his head. "I'm sure she's a nice girl and if you're this enthralled she's probably quite a looker-"

"Shane, this isn't about how she looks," Chris insisted.

Shane gave him a look, "You mean to tell me she's not good looking?"

Chris rolled his eyes, growing frustrated. Yes Taylor was pretty, very pretty but this had nothing to do with her looks. In fact until Shane mentioned it, he hadn't really thought about that.

"She's pretty, yeah," Chris nodded. "But I'd ask you this even if she was a troll, okay? She needs my help."

"Did she ask for your help?" Shane asked.

"Not really," Chris answered. "But I wanna help her. I just..I don't know, I have this weird feeling."

"What kind of a feeling?" Shane asked.

Chris shook his head, "I don't know. It's not important. Look, can you help me out?"

"No," Shane shook his head.

Chris sighed.

"I want to," Shane admitted. "But my father would never go for it. You know that."

"Well what am I supposed to do?" Chris asked, running a hand through his hair.

"Maybe she could be a personal assistant," Shane said. "But you would have to convince someone to hire her."

"Who needs a personal assistant?" Chris thought out loud.

Shane shrugged, "Someone high maintenance."

Chris smiled, he knew just the person.

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"So I was talking to Dawn earlier," Glenn said, sitting on the couch in he and Mark's dressing room.

"And?" Mark waited for him to continue.

"And she told me how you stayed with her the other night," Glenn said.

"And?"

"And I was wondering what that was about," Glenn said.

"She was drunk, I didn't think she should be by herself," Mark shrugged.

"You don't stay with me when I'm drunk," Glenn laughed.

"You can handle your liquor," Mark said. "Look, I know where you're going with this. And believe me, I'd love for it to mean something more, but it doesn't. I had my chances with Dawn. It didn't work out. It's not gonna happen again."

"But not because you don't want it to?"

"No," Mark shook his head. "Not because I don't want it to."

"Maybe her mind will change," Glenn shrugged. "You never know."

"Trust me," Mark sighed. "I know."

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Hunter walked into Cory and Stacy's dressing room, knowing that was where he would find Jessica. She was assigned to share a room with Portia and he knew that wouldn't go over well. Sure enough, there she was, dressed for the show in a Dudleyville t-shirt and a camoflouge print skirt. That night, Devon had a match with Rene Dupree which meant that Jessica and Viveca would both be at ringside.

She smiled when she saw him, "Hey, what are you doing here? The show's starting pretty soon."

"I just wanted to make sure you hadn't killed Portia," he smirked.

"Not yet," she said. "I let her have the dressing room. Cory and Stacy said I could use theirs."

"Makes sense," he nodded. "I wonder whose idea it was to put you two together."

"Someone with a sick sense of humor," Jessica rolled her eyes. "I cant think of many people I hate more than her."

"You know, a couple weeks ago, she pitched an angle to me where she would turn on Cena and join Evolution," Hunter laughed.

"She did?" Jessica looked surprised. "Well that certainly explains her instant dislike for my sister."

Hunter nodded, "I told her it wasn't gonna happen but she seems to think it would make for big ratings."

"Yeah well, crazy people are prone to delusions," Jessica laughed. She held her long hair up with her hand, "Up or down? What do you think?"

"I like it either way," he shrugged, closing his mouth quickly to keep from telling her she looked beautiful no matter what. He really needed to do something soon. It was strange, he wasn't a self conscious guy. He knew he was good looking. He knew there were plenty of women who wanted him. But something about Jessica made him nervous.

"What are you doing after the show tonight?" she asked, brushing her hair.

He shrugged, "I think Ric, Dave, and I are going to get something to eat."

"Ah," she nodded.

"But you're more than welcome to come if you want to," he said quickly.

She smiled, "I'll think about it."

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Taylor sat, laughing as Cory and Dawn told her stories of their days in ECW. She had immediately taken a liking to these two. When she told them she'd rather not talk about herself, saying that there wasn't anything very interesting to tell, they hadn't pushed her at all. They'd taken her to the catering area to get some food and now they were sitting in Dawn and Viveca's dressing room. Dawn was curling her hair and Cory and Taylor were eating grapes.

"So she had dark green hair for a few days," Dawn laughed.

"I love that everyone thinks that's so funny," Cory shook her head, popping a grape into her mouth. "Rob wasn't laughing when he had icy hot in the crotches of all his pants the next week."

"You put icy hot in his pants?" Taylor laughed.

"And I'd do it again," Cory smiled proudly.

Taylor laughed, taking another handfull of grapes. There was a light knock at the door and then it opened slowly.

Taylor smiled when she saw Chris lean into the room with his eyes closed, "Everybody decent?"

"No, we're all stark naked and covered in oil," Cory said in a dramatic, breathy voice.

"Very funny," Chris opened his eyes.

Taylor was surprised that she'd never noticed how blue they were before.

"Having a good time?" he asked her.

"Yeah," she nodded, realizing that for the first time in a long time, she was starting to feel comfortable, almost relaxed.

"Damn right she is," Dawn smiled. "It's a party in here."

"Now Dawn, you know it's never a party until I get here," Chris smiled. "I hate to interrupt the fun but would you mind if I tear Taylor away for a few minutes?"

"I suppose you can take her, but you have to bring her back," Cory ordered.

"Don't worry, it wont take long," Chris said as Taylor stood up.

They walked out of the room and Taylor noticed that Chris was looking at her funny.

"What?" she asked, suddenly feeling self conscious.

"Nothing," Chris smiled, shrugging. "You just...nothing."

"What?" she asked.

"You were smiling," Chris said. "I haven't seen you smile very much."

"I guess I'm having fun," she shrugged, putting her hands in her pockets.

"Good," he said. "Because I think I may have found you the perfect job."

"What?" she stared at him.

"Yeah," Chris nodded.

"That's great," she smiled excitedly. Then, she noticed, for the first time, that Chris was still wearing the t-shirt he had on earlier but his jeans were replaced with a pair of shiny black leather pants and a silver belt.

He noticed her looking at his attire and smiled, "It's all a part of being Y2J baby."

He smiled at her and she knew she just looked lost.

"You really have no idea who any of us are, do you?" he laughed.

"No," she shook her head. "I really don't."

He laughed, "Well you just be sure to watch the show tonight. I guarantee you'll love it."

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John looked over at Cory, ignoring whatever Portia was saying. They were all at the Gorilla position, waiting for their cues. Cory was standing with Hunter, Randy, Dave, and Ric. He had to admit, though their personalities seemed to clash, she really was easy on the eyes. He would never tell her that, of course, but it was the truth. She was laughing at something Ric said and he noticed that Randy casually put his hand on the small of her back. He rolled his eyes, finding it interesting that his friend would have no problem hitting on someone that, as far as he knew, was John's girlfriend.

"Are you listening to me?" Portia asked.

John shook his head, "Not really."

Portia looked shocked, "What is your problem?"

"I don't have a problem, I just knew you weren't saying anything important," he shrugged.

She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. He knew that move. That was supposed to make him apologize for ignoring her. Instead, he waved when he saw Chris, his tag team partner for the night, coming toward them.

"What's up man?" he shook hands with his friend.

Portia made a frustrated noise, walking a few steps away.

"What's her problem?" Chris laughed.

John shrugged, "Got me."