"So has was your two days with your girl?" Randy asked, as he signed a poster of himself. Blake and Randy were at a meet and greet in some mall in Iowa. Blake shrugged, and gave his attention to a little boy in front of him. "Did you get some?"

"What's wrong with you, Randal?" Blake said, in a motherly tone.

"I'm guessing you did." Randy said with a chuckle as he sipped on his water. Blake laughed, choosing to ignore the previous question and continued to sign posters and shake hands with the numerous people that were in line. "How come you get hot girls in your line?"

"Cause I'm a badass." Blake said, with a smirk. The young champion looked up to see two beautiful girls, that looked nothing like the typical wrestling fan. "Hi ladies."

"Hi, can we both take a picture with you?" one of the girls asked, holding up her camera.

"Yeah. But who's gonna hold the camera?" Blake asked. The girl quickly turned around, and handed her camera to a random person that was behind her in line. Normally, if someone wanted a picture the superstar would lean over the table or the fan would kinda bend to their level. But the girls, walked behind the table and both took a seat on Blake's lap. He could hear Randy laughing and had no idea where to put his hands.

"One more please." the girl asked, as the camera flashed a few more times. Blake rested his hands on their back, as he felt the two each kiss his cheek.

"Thank you!" she squealed, looking at the pictures before scooting past Randy and leaving.

"Why didn't they want a picture with me?"

"Someone's not as sexy anymore." Blake teased, patting Randy on his shoulders. "It's okay, Grandpa." The line was finally coming to an end, and Blake was glad. He was exhausted and flying to a different time zone threw him off track. He was glad today was a house show, and also that it was a 6 man tag team match would mean less effort from his part. He loved wrestling, but the business can take a toll on you.

"Let's get the hell out of here. Randy said, throwing on his pair of sunglasses as mall security escorted them to their car.

"Do you have directions to the arena?" Blake asked, as he started the engine. Randy nodded, digging through the car. After a few moments, Randy set the GPS to the location. "We would've been screwed."

"Hell yeah, aren't you excited to be in the six man tonight? I am."

"Yeah but I know you guys are gonna make me do the most work, since I haven't hit the mat in about a week."

"Damn right." Randy said, resting his long legs on the dashboard. "Did you load up on any snacks?"

"Yeah, check the backseat. Should be some energy drinks and donuts." Blake said, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Want some?" Randy asked, shoving some donut near his face. Blake shook his head, and sipped his water. "On a diet or something?"

"Yes, exactly." Blake said with a small chuckle, "Do you want to go back to Raw?" he asked not looking over at the older man. Randy looked out of the window, and then shrugged his shoulders.

"Kinda, to be honest I'm getting old. And I wanna watch my daughter grow up, I think I'm about done with house shows."

"It slightly bugs me that we aren't live, I don't know why that shit bugs me but it does. And the fact that I miss Barb, doesn't help." Blake said, pulling off the freeway. He missed her a lot, but he was glad that were talking almost everyday and skyping with her at random times.

"Well you might be in luck, since I know Mike is working with an injury so if he's on the shelf they will probably bring you back over."

"What kinda injury is it?"

"No one knows for sure, since he hasn't gotten x-rays but they gotta tape his ankle up real good for him to work." Randy said, as he played a game on his Ipad. Blake said nothing, as he pulled into the arena parking lot. He drove slowly looking for a parking space and making sure he didn't run over any crazy fan that would decide to rush past security. "There's a spot, next to where Layla is." Randy said, sitting up and pointing over. Blake nodded, and pulled the car in the spot. The two got out, and smiled at the curly haired diva.

"Hi." Blake greeted, politely. He didn't really know the diva, he didn't really know most of the Smackdown roster to be honest. She smiled, and nodded his way before grabbing her suitcase and made her way inside. Blake watched her walk by the crowd, that was being held back by arena security. And for some reason, Blake thought of Barbie. She would've of stopped and signed as much as possible, or until security forced her into the building.

"Come on, let's get going before everyone arrives and we get mobbed." Randy said, patting his back and bringing him out of his thoughts. Blake nodded, and dragged his suitcase alongside Randy's. He would normally walk right past the screaming fans who would stick out their cameras and markers for the superstars, but Barbie would stop so why couldn't he?

"I"ll meet you inside." Blake said, patting the back of his friend. Randy watched in confusion when Blake ran in through the doors of the arena, and came back moments later without his suitcase. The young champion said nothing to the older man, and began signing and greeting fans.

"That's a nice shirt you got there." Blake smiled, at a fan who had his WWE shirt on. He knew he was suppose to be the bad guy, and the fans knew it too so that's probably why some of them looked shocked to see the most hated guy in the company staying out to sign posters and magazines while everyone else in the roster walked through.

"Your one of the last guys that I would expect out here." a fan said, as Blake signed his shirt.

"I surprised myself too." he said with a small chuckle. The security man alerted Blake that he needed to come in since the show was about to start. Blake nodded, and looked to see a small group of people left. "If any of you are left after the show, I'll be here." he said, as the security guard tugged him in. He felt good about himself, seeing all those smiles made him somewhat pleased. He never was a person that enjoyed the spotlight, but he loved his job and in a way the fans came with the job.

"Someone felt nice today." Randy said, as Blake came into the men's locker room. "Barbie's rubbing off on you."

"Can't I do something nice and for it not to be questioned?"

"You don't like people, Blake. You have a few close true friends, and you like it like that." Randy said, with small chuckle as he laced his boots. Randy was right, Barbie was rubbing off on him. "Good thing is that she's a good girl."

"Tell me about it, she makes me a better person in a way." Blake said softly, as he took off his shirt and threw on his WWE designed one. "She told me she loved me."

"That's great, and please tell me you said something back." Randy said, turning his back to face Blake. The young champion opened his mouth and nothing came out. "Your a fucking moron."

"I know." Blake muttered.

"Guys, meeting in catering." Jay Reso said, popping his head in. The two followed Jay, commonly known as Christian to a wrestling fan into the catering room. Blake grabbed a plate and filled it with fruit before making it over to Randy who was sitting in the back row with Stu, Jay and Ted Dibiase.

"It's good to have all of you in one room." Dean, one of Smackdown's producers said. "I just wanted to let all you know is that we are going on our annual tour to Mexico. You'll be working ten shows in a week, we've managed to sell out all the shows. But don't worry, it won't be the same match every time. We don't want any repeats and Vince wants each night to be unique for the fans. I'm handing down the card for the tour."

"Orton, Sheamus, Christian, Ted, and Wade. Shit, I'm gonna be a busy boy." Blake joked, reading off his scheduled matches.

"I have to call Sam." Randy said, getting up from his seat. Blake got up as well, and pulled his phone out of pocket waiting for the familiar voice to greet him.

thanks for reading loyal readers! idk how many of you are left but thanks. would you guys like to me to include what Randy said about Kelly Kelly in an recent interview? and cause some drama? comment and review :)