Despite what I said earlier about long periods between updates - here's another one just for the hell of it! Thanks Devilish princess for your review. Glad you like it! And anyone else who reads it - just a little note to say what you thought is of course more than welcome!

Jeff took a sip from the bottle of water in his hands, deep in thought as he waited for Shane to return from Kane's locker room. He wasn't surprised that it was taking so long, it always did. Not that it was Shane's fault. Or Kane's. No, the blame for being difficult could be laid squarely down at the feet of one man, also the reason Jeff was sat in the locker room alone instead of accompanying Shane, that man being Kane's best friend. Mr Monday Night himself - Rob Van Dam. Just thinking of him made Jeff shudder.

RVD. Asshole. Conceited, haughty, condescending, annoying JACKASS. He was such an prat, thinking he was better than everyone. Particularly him and Shane, whom he hated. He treated them like scum, and took every chance he could to belittle them and show them up, who ever it was in front of.

Oh, on screen he had to have a good relationship with Rob, but the moment the camera's were off them Rob either ignored him or treated him like he was a petulant child, a spoilt brat so much lower than the almighty Rob Van Dam. He was always so condescending - the patronizing git never said anything with even a hint of sincerity. Not to them anyway.

Which was the really annoying point - He was fine to everyone else, they all loved (or at least liked) him. He was respectful to his seniors and peers, and to the rookies he was always willing to lend an ear. Though everyone else was at least civil to them, Rob pushed the limit's of Icy shrewdness and for that they hated him!

That screwed up, two faced, judgemental, smug, supercilious, sexy, holier than thou, grade A fucking loser!

Jeff was brought back to reality by the feeling of cool liquid dribbling down his hand, and the gentle patter as the droplets hit the floor. He looked down at his hands and was surprised to find the bottle he'd been holding was now split in the side, spilling the water it had been containing.

"Shit" He swore quietly, dropping the bottle to the floor - there was only a little bit left - and standing up. Sitting here think about Rob wasn't helping anyone and he had better things to do than think about that ignorant fuck. He turned round and begun to study his reflection in the mirror, pulling a hair tie out of his bag. Not that he had much to put up anymore, he was almost completely shaved after the last time he let wardrobe loose on his hair. Though he didn't hate it, he didn't really like it, and he wanted it back longer. Of course wardrobe 'had to do it' cos after all the dye he used on it it was becoming brittle and he was beginning to molt! It didn't stop him wishing for his long locks back again. He sighed unhappily as he pulled at a strand of strawy blonde hair.

"Something's never change!" A female voice called behind him. He spun round to see Ria standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame, her arms crossed in front of her, a jaunty smile on her lips.

"What's that s'posed to mean?"

"You. In front of a mirror! Narcissus! Isn't that what you were always getting yelled at for in Omega? Being too preoccupied with appearances " She laughed at the memory, but Jeff just scowled "They just wanted an excuse cos I was perfect at everything else."

"Yeah right!" Ria smirked, walking over to him, and running her fingers through his hair. "I always told you that dye would leave you with Hay Hair"

"I like it all the pretty colours," He smiled like a little kid, all sweet and innocent.

"Your too good at that! Lookin' like butter wouldn't melt."

"Its a skill!"

"Unlike your hairdresser. Who cut this? A lawns men?"

"The makeup department here!"

"Figures" She gave a derivative snort and pushed his head a little "Though I can't believe you let such amateurs loose on your hair!" Jeff just pulled is head away, ignoring what she said. This didn't stop her though; "Y'know I heard this trick you can use to dye your hair, only lasts one wash but its really mild. And on your hair it will look good." Jeff studied her, trying to decide if she was telling the truth or not, and obviously decided she was.

"Really?" That childlike look was there again.

"Yeah, but I'm not telling you until you get to a proper stylist and get a treatment for the dryness." Ria laughed at the look of upset on his face.

"What dryness?" A voice asked from the door. Shane walked in, over to Ria and wrapped his arms round her waist. She looked at him over her shoulder. "Jeff's hair. Hay" She simply stated.

"He finished with you then?" Jeff asked trying to change the subject.

"Nah, Rob turned up as per, stuck his nose in, tried to stir. Kane said he might as well come here in a few." At the mention of Rob, Jeff snorted angrily "Fuckin' typical!"

"Rob? As in Van Dam? As in the oh so sexy, fine and plain old gorgeous RVD?"

"The very same jackass" Jeff turned to Ria an angry glint in his eye "The one that we hate cos his head is up his ass and....."

"Ohhhhhhh.....do I detect a little rejection angst?" Ria asked jokingly but the looks on Jeff and Shane's face made her stop. "Oh!"

"Yeah. Oh" Jeff repeated, looking disgusted. They all lapsed into thoughtful silence, Ria's hands still holding some of Jeff's hair, with Shane's arms round her, all looking at each other in the mirror. It was like a picture, and they couldn't help smiling at memories this scene invoked. Their little trance was broken by a cough. All three lifted their eyes up the mirror to where Kane stood watching. He was in costume, with his mask balanced on the top of his head, his head in its trademark tilt.

Ria shook Shane's arms off and they all spun round. "Am I interrupting something?" Kane asked, walking in anyway. "Only we still haven't sorted out your run in tonight." He was speaking to Shane, but his eyes never left Ria, who was almost squirming under the strength of his gaze. She was used to being checked out, nearly everyman she saw would give her a lingering sweep with his eyes, and most women too, but never the way Kane did, feeling like he was actually touching her as he looked over her.

"Great!" Shane muttered sarcastically.

"We'll leave you to it!" Jeff said looking from Kane to Ria. "Otherwise Kane might not be able to concentrate." He then proceeded to pull Ria from the room, closing the door after him.

"What did you do that for?"

"We want you distracting the enemy, not the good guys" Jeff told her once they were outside. "And much as I hate to admit it Kane is most definitely a good guy!" Ria pouted, which just started Jeff laughing.

"So where are we going?"

"Bischoff's office."

"Why?"

"I'm not booked to fight!"

"Why?"

"I don't know but I intend to find out."

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"Jeff, what can I do for you then?" Eric asked as Jeff pushed open the door. His eyes swept past Jeff and landed on the delectable lady that had followed him in, "And PLEASE say there is something I can do for your beautiful friend." Ria refrained from rolling her eyes, choosing a girly giggle as a more suitable response. Jeff, however, had nothing to lose by an exaggerated raise of his eyebrows, and rolling of his eyes. "You can tell me why I came all the way here when I don't have a match, and fix it!"

Eric managed to pull his eyes away from where he was undressing Ria with them, and glared at Jeff "Need I remind you that you are on probation for constant lateness?"

"Look Eric, need I remind you that I am one of the biggest draws you've got, and what with the crap your scriptwriters are churning out at the moment you need as many as possible." Jeff spoke with the air of someone that knew he was right, he had all the cards, and by the look Eric's face Ria could tell that Eric knew it to.

"Jeff, you misunderstood me," Eric gave a nervous laugh, "I gave you the night off, the memo must have been lost. If you want a match tonight then I'll see what I can do. And as for your friend" He gave Ria a sleazy grin "What can I do?"

"Nothing. She's just a friend who's joined us for the night." At this Eric looked both upset and shocked.

"What? You mean she doesn't want a job?"

"Not really," Ria decided to speak before Jeff did. "I'm very happy with the job I have right now."

"You don't want to become a Diva?"

"I can't wrestle."

"No problem you could be taught. You don't want to be a valet?"

"For who. I'm not accompanying him to ringside every week. Not good for my image"

"We could sort you a team. You don't even want a job backstage?"

"As what?"

"My PA. A make-up artist or stylist - though it would be a great shame to hide you behind the scenes."

Ria just shrugged, inwardly grinning like a Cheshire cat. He really was desperate to have her, and she doubted if it was just a fuck. Though he wanted one, she'd met his sort before - promise you the world and give you an STI. The scum of the earth and she'd met enough of them! No, Eric wasn't acting like that, she could tell that he wanted more than just the normal. She couldn't help wondering why though.

"I guess I could......Nah it would be ungrateful" Now was her turn to play her hand.

"Look....." He gestured searching for her name.

"Rhiannon......Hazel" She informed him, earning her another stomach churning smile.

"Ms Hazel. I have the entire Raw brand at my disposal. There must be something I could offer you. Make a wish, I'll grant it."

Ria viewed him sceptically. He was getting worked up now. He'd risen from his seat and was pacing the room, waving his arms as he walked. "There is so much we could do with you. You know it. I know it. Hell, the tech guy outside my room knew it when he saw you walk by. Rhiannon your special and just what the RAW brand needs."

"If your that desperate I guess negotiations could be made" She reluctantly said, looking over at Jeff for support.

"Great! Here's my card! Phone me. Tomorrow. In a week. Tonight. Whenever." He handed over a small white card, that Ria immediately placed in her bra. Eric noted this move, Jeff and Ria noticing him look.

"I'm sure we're going to get along wonderfully." He gave one final smirk before Ria and Jeff turned and left. Once outside they turned to each other.

"What was that about?" Ria asked.

"Dunno."

They walked together down the corridor in stunned and confused silence, not saying anything until they heard raised voices floating down the hallway.

"Well if we could have a five minute conversation with out him interrupting we could get a lot more done!"

"Don't blame me Shane. Its you who has to act like a kid every time I turn up!"

"Last time I looked Rob you weren't part of this team and you don't need to be here! Jeff has the common decency to keep out - so should you!"

Suddenly the door swung open and RVD walked out, casting a quick look down the corridor at where Ria and Jeff stood, before storming off the other way. Ria looked at Jeff to see him giving a smirk as he watched RVD walk off. After Rob disappeared into his own locker room Jeff broke into a run, laughing loudly and disappearing into his and Shane's locker room. Ria followed at a slower pace, opening the door to find Kane staring shocked, as Shane and Jeff talked. At the sound of Ria's voice they all turned to face the door.

"What the hell is going on?"

Jeff gave another happy chuckle as Shane said "Rob turned up. Stuck his nose in. I just got rid of him."

"Really?" Ria smiled at Kane "Or is that just his bias view?"

Kane shrugged mutely, his eyes connecting with Ria's. She tried to shake the feeling this gave her, turning back to Jeff. "So why did this madman run in here then?"

"To rub it in." Kane spoke in his screen voice - one both deeper and gravellier than the voice Ria had heard him use earlier. "He's like that" He added in a more quiet subdued tone that only Ria heard. She gave him a withering look before walking to Shane. "Did you get anything sorted then?"

"Yeah, 'fore Rob came in." This time it was Kane who gave the withering look - aimed at Shane. "Look Shane, we've said all that needs to be said. I'll see you out there 'kay?"

"'Kay" Shane replied, watching interestedly at Ria and Kane, who caught Shane looking and turned and walked off.

"Ria" Shane scolded the moment Kane left the room. She slowly dragged her gaze round till it met Shane's

"What?"

"No chasing Kane."

At this point Jeff smiled, stood up, walked over to Ria and wrapped his arms around her shoulders saying, "No, we have plans for you my girl - you need to be focused on the man at hand." Ria looked at him confused. At this point there was a knock at the door and Bubba Ray stuck his head in the door "Time Jeff."

Again I could have a new chap up in days, hours, weeks, I dunno but the more people review the quicker it will be!