A/N: Well Ladies and Gents we have a new contributor to the RR. I would like to welcome Wrestlefan4 to the family. Nice to see another brave sou...I mean intrepid writer bring their unique flavor to this story.

Enough of my yammering on to the chapter 7.


Phil leaned over the railing and watched the dazzling green water glimmer as
it caught the light. McMahon was always coming up with something new and this
was just one of his oddball ventures. But, it was a good thing. Being here
was a break from being hustled in and out of cities, airports, and rental cars
that smell funny. This was kind of nice and more peaceful. Well, then again
with all these superstars and divas aboard it would probably not be very
peaceful for very long. Drama, thy name is WWE. Even without the writers
coming up with their little concoctions the people who worked for the
McMahon's had enough real life drama. Dating just seemed to be a major
ordeal for half of the people he knew. It was almost like high school never
ended. Rumors spread and passed from person to person like notes being passed
in class. Phil ran a hand through his raven hair. He may have his own part to
play in drama soon enough. The truth was he had something running through his
head that wouldn't leave him alone. Usually this thing would not be such a
constant and persistent bother, but that was because the person who induced
these feelings was not normally around him. They were on different rosters and
so as the saying goes, out of sight out of mind, at least for most part.
However, this person was also on the cruise so this was going to be different.
He would have the chance to examine his feelings more closely and maybe…what
the hell are you thinking? He repeated the earlier gesture of running his
hands through his shoulder length hair. This is not the place or the time to
get into such a thing as you are thinking of. Besides—

Phil was drawn from his thoughts when a sickening groan issued from the man
next to him. Chris Irvine stumbled up to the railing, and he just had to pick
the place right next to Phil to stumble up to. He leaned over and groaned
again. Phil studied his face which was pale and slicked with sweat.

"This was a bad, bad idea." Chris moans. "I am so sick."

Phil left Chris ill at the railing and walked the deck watching his coworkers
and some friends idly. Fans mingled here and there some acting normal, others
acting over excited, a few young girls to the point of crying when approaching
John Cena who just has that affect on teenage girls. Glen was talking
with—more at—Mark and trying to pull him out of some sort of brooding he
was doing. A couple of little boys were peeking around at them trying to
decide whether or not they should bug the two men for fear they may be set a
flame or charred with a lightening bolt. The two kids whispered among
themselves seeming to banter as the two big men did. This seemed to be a quite
regular and repetitious scene between Glen and Mark. Bam, Hawkins, and Ryder
were clustered in a group checking out some of the women aboard the ship and
some of the women whom they were checking out were not being shy about being
noticed. Suddenly as he was walking and minding his own business his arm is
pulled.

"Hey look!" Kelly Kelly is the one who has pulled his arm and her other
arm is extended outward. Her finger points to a shape in the distance. Phil
squints to see what she is seeing with her excited
eyes."Dolphin?""Yeah!" She looks so overjoyed, almost like a kid.
"Isn't it awesome!"

She looks over to Phil who has resumed staring over the ocean as he was
earlier before he was interrupted with Irvine's guttural utterances. She
studied his expression and tucked her blond hair behind her ear.

"Well men always talk about women but I've seen more men brooding around
here than women. We're supposed to be having a good time rubbing shoulders
with the fans and half of the people act like they don't even want to be
here."

Phil blinked. He only heard some of what she said as he was once again lost
in his own thoughts."Huh?""Brooding, you guys I swear. Mark and Jeff are
the worst about it, now you."

"I'm not brooding." Phil defended and as if too prove this he broke his
gaze over the silvery waves and looked into her eyes and smiled. She shook her
head and gave him a playful slap on the arm. She batted her eyelashes and
poked her lips into a pout.

"You are spinning a yarn." This is accentuated with her finger poked once
at his chest. She giggled.

"Wait…this has a name…is it called flirting?" Phil grinned at her and
she looked shocked.

"Not with you, you only wish!" She teased.

"Hey, look!" Phil pointed out to sea and a delighted Kelly Kelly looked
on eagerly."What!"When she turned Phil was walking away from her. Her
turned and looked over his shoulder and flashed her a smile. She giggled back
good naturedly.

"Meanie!" She called after him.

"Monkeys always look nahnah!" He called back ribbing her childishly. This
downgraded it from high school to elementary, Phil thought to himself. Kelly
Kelly rolled her eyes and turned back to see if she could indeed spot the
dolphin again she had seen earlier. Under her breath she whispered a reply to
his 'monkeys always look' line.

"Dicks always point."

"Watch it!" Vince held up his list of DON'THIS and tapped it. He pretened to
be over stern. "No jokes about the male anatomy...or anatomy period!"

Phil found another spot on the ship to, as Kelly had put it 'brood'. His
thoughts were preoccupied with this person. Right now from his spot could
actually watch the person without them noticing. It was something he had
became good at because on the occasions they were on the same show or ran in
to each other he had never really gotten up the nerve to get too close, and
seeing as how this person had a set group of friends, Phil didn't know what
his chances were of actually getting close to this person at all…but he had
to try.

If he did that would mean letting someone, and probably everyone knowing how
rumors fly around the WWE (no, never!) know about his feelings. What would
erupt once they had been made known would be major. It was a huge balance act
weighing the costs over the gain. This was a lot of what had kept him from
pursuing this person as well. He was still certain he would lose more than
gain because this person would probably not want the thing he wanted.

This was not lust, of course he found this person attractive which was just
bizarre. He had never been attracted to that type before and it was still a
little unnerving at times to realize just how attracted he was, how he could
stare at this person—like now stupid! Phil turned his gaze downward as the
person turned and noticed his gaze. Idiot, quit thinking like you have a
snowball's chance in hell!

"Mark, come on!"

Mark stomped passed where Phil was sitting. The big man's fists were
clenched at his sides, his jaw set in annoyance, his green eyes glimmered. On
his heels is Glen, still trying, unsuccessfully, to do something. Matt Hardy
turns from where he was talking to Jeff and Shannon to watch Glen throw his
hands up in frustration with Mark. Phil laughs to himself. Maybe this place
does need something to throw it for a loop, it is all so predictable. Maybe I
will be the one to do it, but maybe not here, this is not the place or the
time. He went back to watching the person he is unsure of. A lot of the allure
is just that this person is the unknown, in more ways than one. Phil is
intrigued by the mystery, the puzzle, the—

"Hey Mr. Punk!" The two kids who were considering whether or not to
approach The Brother's of Destruction have now approached him. They stand
looking down at him with wide eyes and even wider grins. "My brother wants
to see your tattoos!"