One of the great things about Punk, was that I could lay half naked in bed with him, and he wouldn't instantly want sex.

Granted, he did later.

But that was after we spent close to an hour talking about how awesome our date was going to be.

We ended up being late to tonight's show, and management wasn't exactly happy about that.

Oh well.

I was just leaving the Diva's locker room, about to go for a quick jog around the arena, when I heard my name from down the hall.

It was from a voice I could never quite get out of my head, especially when I was doing something stupid.

When I turned, I was less then surprised to see Pop's walking towards me.

He was dressed in his old ring gear.

"Kiddo. Where you headed off to?" he asked, his voice the usual low baritone sending shivers down the spine of whoever was in ear shot.

Including myself.

It was the effect he had on people.

But underneath it all, he really wasn't that intimidating like every would think.

When he finally reached me, he placed his forearm on my head, his hand dangling in front of my face; using me as an armrest.

He was almost two feet taller then me.

"I was headed off on a quick run." I answered.

But our small talk didn't last long before I asked the question that was burning on everyone's mind.

"So who's going to be your latest victim at Wrestlemania?"

I was too giddy for my own good, hoping like hell he'd tell me this time.

But he just smirked, and shook his head.

"Who knows?"

I groaned.

That's the usual answer I got.

"Hey, maybe it'll be your little boyfriend? That'd be fun." he muttered the last bit, keeping his smirk.

He seemed to relish in the thought of kicking the crap out of Punk.

It prompted my cocked brow.

"Since when did you start thinking that?"

I tried to keep my tone light, mostly succeeding.

But there was a hint of actual shock in my voice.

Last I knew, Pops loved Punk.

He just shrugged, and left it at that.

"Oh, there is something I wanted to tell you before all the commotion tonight." Pops started, sounding not entirely himself.

I glanced up at him, his lips in a hard line.

I guess it was something he didn't really want to say.

It worried me.

"After Wrestlemania this year, I'm retiring."

Instantly, I froze, stopping dead in my tracks in the middle of the hallway.

Pops just looked down at me, my jaw dropped to the floor in utter shock.

"Really? Why?" I asked, my voice squeaking, still in shock.

He shrugged.

"Eli. I'm pushing fifty. I'm getting too old for this."

He ran a hand through his long black hair as he said it.

"So who are you going to pick for your final show?" I asked again.

Pops just laughed, and shook his head.

"Oh come on! It has to be someone huge!"

But the old man just kept on laughing and left me standing in the middle of the hall.

"Seriously, you're going to leave it like that?" I yelled down the hall.

He just waved as he turned the corner.

I grumbled for a few minutes, idly following him around the corner.

"Hey partner."

A voice came and jumped me.

Tonight I had a mixed tag team match.

And my partner was none other then the Show Off himself.

Dolph Ziggler.

I was actually kind of excited.

It'd been so long since I was on the same team as Dolph.

But of course there was one major draw back.

I got to have Vickie Guerrero yelling in my ear the whole match.

Dolph slung his arm over my shoulders, reminding me that I had to get ready for that match.

I was to go head to head with Layla.

And she was always a strong competitor.

"Hey to you too. Are you ready for our match. You've got quite the opponent tonight." I asked, smacking the back of my hand against his chest.

He smirked.

"Cena isn't going to know what hit him."

I smirked too.

But for two reasons.

One because, Dolph was a damn good athlete.

And two, because Dolph was too cocky for his own good.

That's why we get along so well.

Just like he says, it isn't showing off if you can back it up.

And the both of us can.

"Have you even started warming up yet? Our match is in less then an hour." Dolph asked, looking down at me with a cocked brow.

I sighed.

"I was about too." I stated, using a playful attitude.

He laughed.

"Whatever, just get on it!"

As he spoke, he backed away, pointing at me all the while.

Like an idiot.

I shook my head and tore off down the hall.