Disclaimer: Vince McMahon and the WWE own all the characters mentioned. I own the ideas and the bar is based on one in France somewhere.

Author Notes: Wow you guys are still with me! Thanks so much for the encouraging reviews. Big thanks to Mizz Mattitude, Evilution and Moonchaser1 for their inspiring words and reviews. An extra special thanks to my Fallen Angel Manda for reviewing me and causing me to remember that my adventure in fanfic world began with a friendship with her – thanks for everything girl!

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Scott snapped his cell-phone shut as he stepped into the Riot Zone. He'd just taken a call about work and then found that the club's doors were shut. Luckily he'd managed to get Bubba on his cell phone and the older Dudley brother had arrived quickly to let him in and relock the doors afterwards. Scott felt lucky to be wearing his ever-present shades when he saw the practically fluorescent green floor pattern (which he mentally attributed to Jeff) as he easily waded through the crowds. There was a new redheaded woman working behind the bar, sparkling as she moved. Scott rapidly assessed her with a trained bodyguard's practice of having to work out who was a threat and who wasn't, it was amazing what you could pick up in a matter of seconds; tight body, beautiful smile, good toned muscles, appearing ditzy as she handled orders with ease but there was something strong there. She was wearing a protective mask to keep the world at large at bay but when she smiled at Lita, the mask disappeared completely. Then she said something to Matt and everything seemed to stop. Scott narrowed his eyes as he waved to Chris and Edge, something was wrong.

"Hey, Scott," called Billy, pulling him in for a brief handshake. "How's life treating you?"

"Same old," answered Scott, keeping one eye trained to behind the bar. "I hear married life's tough on you and Torrie."

"It can be," agreed Billy, pulling his white unbuttoned shirt open wider. "But we manage. I wouldn't have it any other way though the shifts at the garage are a killer."

Christian lent lazily over the edge of the DJ booth as Jeff interwove his band's music into the soundscape that blanketed the club. Something was happening at the bar. Matt was still; the static centre of the teaming crowds. Lita's friend, Christy was her name according to Jeff, was talking to him in earnest as Chris and Lita worked around them.

"We have a double blonde treat for you tonight," Jeff drawled over the quietening music. "For the last time tonight, welcome our resident dance divas, Torrie and Stacy!"

The crowd erupted as Torrie and Stacy, clad in sugary pink skirts and tops, appeared on the stage. The music was loud and brash and they moved like identical angels through the steps. Billy and Scott turned their full attention to the stage and Matt pulled Christy to the opposite end of the bar to talk to her in private as everyone else watched the dance.

"Lita isn't pregnant!" he hissed furiously.

"Of course she is!" laughed Christy surprised. "I may not have known, Lita for as long as you have but she's one of my best friends and I can tell when something's wrong with her. I've worked with models for an even longer time and after a while you learn to pick up the signs to cover for them. Lita looks sickly, I bet she's been throwing up a lot recently and I could tell when I hugged her something was wrong. Look, I'm sorry you didn't know but believe me, Matt. You're going to be a father."

Before Matt could construct a reply, Christy spun from his grasp to catch the bright blue bottle Chris threw her way. He was throwing her a lifeline. Lita danced near to Matt, seeming more alive than he'd seen her all day. The shadows had lifted from her eyes and as she danced back to back with Christy, he even thought he heard a laugh spill from her lips. Looking at her toned stomach, he could hardly believe she was carrying a child but it certainly explained her increasingly lacklustre behaviour. Matt wondered when Lita was planning to tell him and as pain squeezed his heart, why she'd kept such a secret from him.

As the song reached halfway and the girls struck a provocative pose, the crowd burst into spontaneous applause and Stacy truly properly smiled as she saw Scott clapping loudly. He was safety to her. With Scott here, everything would be alright.

"Does that guy look familiar to you?" said Billy suddenly, gaining Edge's attention.

A swathy looking guy in neatly pressed dress pants and a pale blue button-down shirt was hovering at the edge of the crowd, his eyes trained on the stage. He was alone which was unusual, The Riot Zone usually brought in couples or groups, rarely anyone who came in solo. But there was something definitely familiar about the way the guy stared at the stage and clenched his fists at his side.

"He looks like one of the guys Bubba and D-Von threw out," Edge replied in low tones as Billy nodded.

Scott remained silent, his eyes trained on the floor as the man inched closer. He remembered the mess of chunky muscular jocks swarming the dance floor and fights breaking out as Jeff leapt from the DJ booth. He remembered a man's smirk as he threw him out of the doors. That guy was here to cause trouble, there was no other reason he'd be here and especially with such an interest in the stage. He could be working for that scum, Andrew. He could be here for Stacy.

Slowly Scott began moving around the crowd, the shadows at the edge swallowing him up.

"Where's Scott going?" asked Lita.

"See that guy over there? He's one of the jocks who trashed this place," replied Edge, his eyes staying focused on the stage.

Chris glared into the darkness, his ice blue eyes focusing on the unwieldy shape that was moving closer to the stage. He could just make out Scott, skulking in a predatory manner practically painted into the shadows, his bleached blonde hair flashing like a beacon when a light hit him. A grin grew on Chris's face as a plan began clicking into place in his head.

"Scott needs a distraction," Chris voiced. "He's gonna need something to keep that guy from getting too near Stacy and maybe even get a lot of the crowds out of the way too and then we can help bring him in."

"Why can't we call the cops?" Billy asked as Lita quickly filled Christy in on the details of what was happening so that the newcomer wasn't lost.

"We don't know for sure who he's working for, all we know is he looks like someone we know could cause trouble but that's it," replied Matt in frustration and inwardly fuming as he saw the way the guy was gazing at Stacy with hungry interest.

"Christy!" called Chris, getting everyone's attention who was huddled round.

The redhead turned as she slid a drink across the counter and accepted the offered money.

"I need you to cause the distraction," Chris said in low urgent tones. "If you can get people's attention, make a lot of noise, maybe the guy won't be so focused and he'll make mistakes. Also we need the crowd to keep away from the stage for a while. Then the rest of us can get him out of here."

Christy frowned, her gaze sweeping the floor as she quickly took in the situation. Then she grinned.

"Give me a boost onto the bar top," she instructed. "I'll get the crowd nice and noisy."

"Bubba, grab D-Von and Jackie and get into the crowd to help Scott," rattled off Matt, quickly taking control. "Chris and I'll keep things going here at the bar. Edge, can you go let Christian and Jeff what's going on?"

"Sure," replied Edge.

He hopped off his bar stool and melted into the darkness like a streak of moonlight, followed by Bubba going to find D-Von and Jacqueline in the masses of people filling the floor. Christy righted herself carefully on the counter and began stamping her feet and pumping her arms. She immediately garnered attention.

"Come on, people! Who wants to see me dance?" she hollered loudly.

Lita looked up at her friend with a wide smile. Christy had always had such an irrepressible spirit which was shown in everything she did and now she sparkled as she began moving rhythmically. Lita felt an ache in her heart, suddenly wishing she could be as unfetted by life as her friend was.

"Go for it, sister!" yelled Chris, clapping along.

Jeff glanced down from his booth and arched his eyebrows at what he saw below. Bubba, D-Von and Jackie had spread themselves throughout the crowd and were closing in on someone, a man who was oddly familiar. Christy was dancing on the bar and Edge was making his way to the steps up to the DJ booth.

"What the hell's going on down there?" Jeff called to Christian.

"Its one of the morons who trashed this place," replied his boyfriend. "I think Christy's the distraction."

"Then lets help them along," decided Jeff, grabbing his microphone and flicking a switch. "Now not only do we have our blondes on stage but a redhead on the bar top! Give a huge Riot Zone welcome to Christy Hemme!"

Edge grinned as a roar rose up to thunder in his ears as he reached the DJ booth. Christy pointed at Jeff excitedly and carried on dancing.

"Feeling better, Jeff?" he asked slyly.

Christian scowled but hugged his brother anyway and Jeff merely smiled in his usual laid back manner. Then his face became serious as he glanced down again.

"Is that really one of the guys who trashed the place last time?" he asked.

Edge nodded and launched into the formulated plan so far.

"Hey Lita! Come up here with me!" called Christy, beckoning to her friend.

Lita frowned and a hand went automatically to her stomach. Christy nodded encouragingly and Lita realised as she looked into her friend's wide chocolate eyes that Christy knew her secret. Before she could form a reply, she felt Chris's strong arms around her waist and her feet found the countertop. Christy helped her steady herself and flashed her enormous smile. Lita found herself smiling back and her apprehensiveness began melting away as she moved her body. Christy knew her; Christy would understand her predicament and wouldn't push her or be shocked by how she felt. Christy knew the hell she'd been through years ago.

"How long have you known?" asked Christy as she twisted and turned in the pulsing violet lights.

"Long enough to feel sick."

"And you're keeping it a secret."

"How do you know?"

"Because of Terry."

Lita clenched her jaw and poured her inner turmoiled anger into her dancing as thoughts of her ex-lover crowded her mind. Only Christy knew the full story, she'd been the first one to see Lita the next day and had pried the story out of her after seeing her friend's white expression and fearful eyes. She felt Matt's eyes burning her back as he served customers who gazed up at her.

"He doesn't know, does he?" guessed Christy. "Matt I mean, about Terry."

"He knows the basics."

"That Terry made you get an abortion."

As pain twinged at Lita's mind, a glass pitcher slammed onto the bar beside her and Chris grinned.

"Come on people, tips for the ladies who are dancing for you!" he exclaimed.

Sure enough handfuls of change clanged into the jug and Lita thought she even saw some paper notes being crushed under the coins. Chris could read crowds like other people read books and knew when one was ripe for giving money willingly. It didn't take her mind off Christy's words and she sidled closer to her friend as they moved so that they wouldn't be overheard.

"All he knows is I got an abortion and that Terry didn't stay with me afterwards." she hissed under the music's pulsing beat. "We're going to leave it at that for the moment."

There was a pause and Christy looked almost regretful as she turned to her friend though Lita noted there was something like affection and triumph swimming in her wide eyes.

"Sorry to break it to you, Lita but Matt knows you're pregnant. I told him about ten minutes ago."

As emotions charged through Lita like wild fire, a yell from Matt caught her attention. Across the club, the unknown man had made a grab for Stacy and as Scott made an even fiercer grab for him, the Dudleys with Jackie sandwiched in between them were swarming towards the stage to help him out. With the crowds offering her no way down to help and having to face Matt behind the bar, Lita felt completely trapped as all hell broke loose in her bar.