Sorry about the delay in updating, but Fall semester just began, and I'm taking 5 classes (17 credit hours), so this story will only be updated on weekends. However, it's time to head to New York for Survivor Series! What surprises are in store for our friends?

As soon as they returned to the hotel, Stu had excused himself to the bathroom, leaving Heather lost in her thoughts. She took a seat on the bed and looked at the bag hanging innocently on the closet door. Why did he insist on buying her that dress? It wasn't that she didn't like it, God knows it was gorgeous and she loved it, but she didn't understand why he would spend so much on a woman he had been dating for less than two months. She loved Stu for being Stu, and would have fallen for him if he had worked at Sea World and not the WWE. No one had ever spent that much on her in her life, and she didn't know how to take it.

Stu was wiping his hands on a towel as he came out of the bathroom and saw Heather staring off into space. He knew that she was troubled, but he didn't know why. Most women would be thrilled that someone would buy them something so expensive, but Heather looked guilty for some reason. He sat down next to her and wrapped his arm around her.

"What's on your mind, sweetheart?" Heather sighed and looked up at him.

"Why?"

"Why what, love?" Stu was honestly confused at her question as Heather bowed her head.

"Why did you do it? That dress...far too expensive...I'm not worth it...you shouldn't be wasting your money on me..." Stu pulled away and lifted her chin.

"You are worth it, sweetheart. Hasn't anyone ever bought you nice things before?" Her silence was enough of an answer, but she eventually spoke.

"I've been working since I was twelve," Heather's voice was quiet, but steady. "Babysitting, yard work, then in retail until I joined the military. Even then, I knew if I wanted clothes or anything that wasn't either secondhand or salvage, I'd have to save up and buy it myself. That hasn't changed." She saw his expression and misinterpreted it. "You don't need to pity me, Stu. I don't feel sorry for myself, and I don't want anyone else to feel sorry for me. If I want something, I have to earn it, and I didn't earn..." Stu pulled her into his arms.

"It's not pity, Heather," he said, dropping a kiss on her brow. She pulled back, disbelief clearly written on her face. "You deserve nice things, and I want to buy them for you, so let me." She could see that he was determined, and inwardly promised to be a lot more careful in the future. Heather was not going to let him waste that kind of money on stupid crap for her if she could help it.

Michelle and Drew were finishing dinner and talking about what had happened earlier at the mall. Drew was trying and failing to understand why Heather had been so upset over Stu buying her a dress and Michelle was trying to explain her friend's attitude. Finally, as dessert arrived, the couple agreed to drop the subject and concentrate on each other.

The waitress had brought the check just as Michelle's phone rang. On the other end was her friend Dina, inviting them out to Reales, one of Northeast Philadelphia's hottest nightclubs. They had already intended to go out, so now they had a destination. Michelle's silver metallic Juicy Couture dress and Miu Miu sandals were perfect for Reales, and Drew was equally resplendent in a cobalt blue Marc Jacobs shirt and charcoal Hugo Boss slacks.

Michelle had warned Drew that she had not revealed exactly whom she was dating to any of her friends, and at least two of them would recognize him immediately.

"Are ye ashamed of me, lassie?" Drew asked, a touch of hurt evident in his voice.

"No," she replied, "of course not. It's just still hard for me to comprehend that we're together. Besides," Michelle added with a slight smile, "Dina would probably ask 'Aren't you that guy from Smackdown' while Tim would say 'Oh my God, you're Drew McIntyre...wait a minute...Bitch, you didn't tell us you were dating Drew McIntyre'." Drew laughed and shook his head.

"I take it that this Tim is a pansy?" Michelle grinned and nodded her head.

"Honey, he makes Sir Elton John look like a womanizer." Drew snorted and shook his head.

"The lad knows that I'm straight, right?" Michelle giggled and loosely wrapped her arms around his waist as they watched her friends approach.

"Yes, but that doesn't mean he won't try." Linking arms, Drew escorted Michelle to her car while her friends climbed into the backseat. Drew took the keys from Michelle and the Philadelphians gave the Scotsman directions to Reales Sports Bar and Grill. Parking outside, music could be heard from the local establishment and it was all pop music.

"It's a good thing Heather and Stu did not join us tonight,"Michelle whispered to Drew.

"And why is that love?" Drew asked.

"Because they would both kick my ass if they knew this place is known to blast pop and hip-hop music." Drew laughed as he escorted Michelle and her friends into Reales. As they strolled in, *NYSNC's hit, "Bye Bye Bye" came on and Dina squealed as she dragged Michelle onto the dance floor, leaving the guys to order the first round.

Hours later the group was fairly intoxicated and laughing as Dina told

Drew stories about growing up with Michelle. The majority of the time,

Michelle was turning bright red and trying to hide her face in Drew's shoulder. Drew almost spit out his beer as he learned that his sweet young lassie was a bit of a troublemaker when she was a teenager working in a fast food restaurant.

"So there I was counting the money, when I heard commotion in the back. I came out of the office yelling 'What the fuck is going on out here?' All I saw was Michelle and the rest of the night crew with our sauce dispensers, covered in condiments. They all turned to me and pointed the damn things at me. I warned them that if they even thought about each and every one of them would be written up! Michelle just turned to each of them and said 'Ready, Aim, Fire!' and I was covered in crap!" Drew cracked up laughing as Michelle retaliated.

"Well we might have been written

up, but we got a shitload of overtime because we had to clean up after

ourselves. We were just smart enough to lay garbage bags on the floor before

we started our food fight," the redhead stated. Dina smacked Michelle in the arm as Tim returned with a round of Jager Bombs and a Buttery Nipple for Michelle. Tossing back his shot, Drew turned to his red-headed girlfriend.

"So ye like to get messy, don't ya lassie," he teased as he nipped at her neck. Michelle giggled and turned to him.

"Wouldn't you like to find out?" Drew felt his pants begin to tighten as Michelle shot him a smirk. Soon a

familiar song came on and Michelle took her two gay friends out to the center of the dance floor. The trio began to put a show on to the entire crowd as "Single Ladies" blasted through the speakers. Michelle and her friends memorized the whole routine and the red head was putting Beyonce to shame as she grinded and shook her assets to the crowds' amusement. Drew was taking in deep breaths as his love was getting dirty on the dance floor and knew he had to get his hands on her. When the song ended, Drew stood up and began to stalk Michelle. When he approached her, he stood behind her and placed his hands on her hips. As the music played, Drew began to grind right into her full, round bottom and Michelle began to feel her panties getting soaked. Drew bent down to her ear and growled deep within his chest. Michelle looked her shoulder and seductively asked "Is there something that you want?" Drew pressed his throbbing manhood into her back and Michelle could not help moaning at the sensation he was causing. Taking his hand, Michelle said goodbye to her friends and led the way out of the club.

Within fifteen minutes the couple was back at Michelle's apartment, making-out like two teenagers in the hallway as Michelle fumbled with her keys to unlock the door. Finally the door opened and the pair entered the hallway as Michelle proceeded to unbutton Drew's shirt and kiss down his chest and sculpted abs. Drew wanted her to go further but unfortunately his bladder had other ideas.

"Lassie get into that bedroom and wait for me, I will be out in two minutes." Michelle nodded as the Scotsman ran to the bathroom

to relieve himself. Michelle went into her drawer and pulled out a pair of

silk blue pajamas and quickly undressed and put them on. As she lay on the bed, the effects of the alcohol she consumed began to take a toll. By

the time Drew entered the room, he found his girlfriend out cold and couldn't help but shake his head. "Now I know what Heather was talking about," he laughed as he placed Michelle under the covers and climbed into bed, wrapping his arms around her and placing a gentle kiss on her head. As sleep began to take over his body, Drew wondered if he and Michelle

were ever going to go to the next level in their relationship.

The next morning, a little after nine, Drew groaned as he heard his phone

ring. Picking it up, he glanced at the screen and saw Stu's name and

number flashing. As he pressed the talk button, he reached over to shake

Michelle awake.

"Sweetheart ..., it's time to get up; we have to get ready to go to

New York." Michelle rolled over and looked at Drew bleary-eyed and asked

for a few more minutes of blissful slumber. Drew nodded as his girlfriend

fell asleep again. Drew got out of bed and went into the bathroom to take

a hot shower in order to wake up. Just under half an hour later, he emerged showered, shaved, and fully dressed to hear pounding on the door. Closing the bedroom door, Drew walked over to the front of the apartment and opened the door to see Stu and Heather looking at him and shaking their heads.

"What the bloody hell took you so long mate, and where is Taylor?" Stu questioned his best friend. Drew rubbed the back of his neck.

"I think she's still asleep." Heather looked at Drew, her eyes starting to narrow.

"Drew, exactly how much did she have to drink last night?" Drew looked sheepishly at the brunette.

"I lost count after the fifth round was bought."

"Oh fuck," Heather said as she ran to her best friend's bedroom and began

pounding on the bedroom. "Michelle you better get your ass out of that

bed right now!" she yelled. There was no response and Stu walked over and

turned the doorknob.

"Allow me love" Stu spoke as he walked into the room. Trying to rip the covers off the red head, Stu stated sternly, "Taylor, I am giving you one last chance to get out of bed before we do things the hard way." Wrapping the blankets tighter around her body, Michelle chose to ignore the Englishman. "Very well then," Stu muttered as he attempted to reach for Michelle's ankles.

"Stu," Heather called out, "watch out for her…" But it was too late as the 6'6" superstar was quickly brought down to his knees by one errant kick. Drew couldn't help but laugh as he saw his former tag-team partner double over in pain.

"Well I guess me girl puts Ste's kick to shame." Heather had to bite her lip to prevent herself from laughing as Stu cursed under his breath.

"Alright guys," the brunette said as soon as she composed herself. "We

are going to do this my way." Heather quickly doffed her jacket and tossed

it to the side. Pushing up her sleeves, she stalked towards the bathroom

and went inside. The next thing the two men heard was the shower running.

A second later, her voice echoed from the room: "Alright boys, bring her

in her and Galloway, this time you take her feet."

"What are ye planning to do ta her Heather?" the Scotsman questioned. Heather stuck her head out the door, wearing a devilish grin.

"Oh I'm just going to expedite this

process,"she replied. Stu raised his eyebrow.

"And just how do you plan to do that?"

"Well nothing cures a hangover like an ice cold shower," Heather smirked. "Oh boys, try to get the blankets off of her, if you can't, well I guess they will be washed as well."

On the count of three, the two men began the process of ripping the down

comforter and sheets off the sleeping girl and after three minutes were

finally successful. Before she had the chance to wrap herself back into the

covers, Stu grabbed Michelle under her arms, while Drew captured her legs,

carefully avoiding her feet. Groaning, the red head began to stir slightly

as the two men carried her towards her best friend. Heather had turned off

the shower and was standing next to the tub as Stu and Drew carefully

deposited their burden into the tub. Heather turned the knob and the next

thing the trio heard was an ear-piercing scream as they rushed out of the

bathroom.

"You three are so fucking dead, and Heather, be thankful you don't

have a set of balls." Stu cupped himself as Heather moved to sit on his

lap.

"Don't worry sweetheart, I'll protect you." Drew looked over at the couple and muttered thanks as he ran into the bedroom closet to hide from his girlfriend. "Hey Drew, that will be the first place she looks," Heather yelled as they heard the water stop. Michelle came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, with her hair resembling a very infamous picture of Stu that had been taken by the Hillsborough County Police Department. She looked at her best friend sitting protectively on Stu's lap. "You already got him once; you are not touching him again." Michelle glared at the duo.

"Well we got Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum, where the fuck is Tweedle-Dumber?"Stu looked at the fuming red-head.

"I honestly have no clue what you are talking about," he stated as he pointed towards the bedroom.

"You might want to get some clothes on Michelle," Heather said as Michelle stomped towards the bedroom. Throwing open the closet door, Michelle's eyes flared as she saw Drew

trying to hide behind her jeans and failing miserably. Drew gulped as he tried to give an explanation,

"This was all Heather's idea. I wanted nothing to do with it."Michelle's eyes darkened as she stepped towards the Scotsman.

"I know it was her idea, you didn't have to help with it." Drew

slipped around her and back into the bedroom. As Michelle whipped her body

around trying to reach for him, her towel became undone and fell down to her ankles. Drew's eyes widened as he saw his girlfriend's body for the first

time. Stepping towards her, he leaned down towards her and kissed her

deeply.

"My god you are so fucking beautiful," he said as his hands began to caress her arms and shoulders. Feeling the anger leaving her body, Michelle pressed herself into Drew and her hands went to the hem of his t-shirt.

"Hope you two aren't fucking in there because Michelle needs to get her ass dressed and get ready. We need to get on the road!"

"Yes sir, drill sergeant" Michelle shouted as she pulled some clothes from the closet and began

to get dressed.

"I was a fucking Petty Officer, you twit," Heather shouted as Drew emerged from the bedroom with a huge grin on his face.

"And you said we had the worst timing," causing the brunette to laugh.

"Galloway, you can screw her brains out later, you two have a PPV to get to, and Michelle and I have serious shopping to do." Drew turned to Stu.

"Something tells me our credit cards are about to get a workout." Stu felt Heather's body stiffen as the brunette shook her head firmly.

"No, my credit card will be getting the workout." Michelle emerged from the bedroom, her face bright red as Drew wrapped his arms around her. Everyone gathered their belongings and they were off to the parking lot. As Heather was getting in the car, Stu leaned over and handed Michelle his credit card.

"I know she won't accept it from me, but perhaps she will accept something from you."

Michelle nodded as she climbed into her Corolla while the guys walked over to their rental.

"We will have your tickets and backstage passes at the will-call window for you," Drew said as he climbed into the passenger seat.

Both cars pulled out and they were off to the Big Apple.