Before you say anything, I know it has been an ultra-long time since I have updated this fic (or any other for that matter). However, I have decided to be responsible and post some more. Please read and review as always, if you haven't lost interest in this story.

Love

Katy

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*Paul's POV*

After the show, Caitlin and I went back to her place. She was still very hyper from getting signed.

"Okay, what can we do now?" She squealed, throwing herself down on her couch.

I smiled at her as I was filled with memories of how I was when I first signed all those years ago.

"Come on Paul," she was saying. "We need to celebrate."

I leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips. "So what do you want to do? It's your night?"

She reached up and pulled me on top of her. "I'm sure we can think of something."

*Caitlin's POV*

I spent the next few weeks with the creative team working on my character and a storyline for me to fit into. I was so excited, I just wanted to get into the arena and show the world what I was made of.

During that time Paul and I grew a lot closer, despite him being away for half of the week. Any fears that I had about him using me were brushed aside as we spent more time together. I knew I had something great and I didn't want to mess it up.

Jeff had also been helping me out, giving me some in-ring training, so that if I ever needed to get in the ring, I at least knew the basics.

"Although," he joked during one practice. "You'll just have bra and panties matches, and we can practise those if you really want."

The night of my RAW debut I was so nervous. During the day I had a pre-tape to do with Shane. The story was I was an old friend visiting him.

"Citizen Masterson," he said in his Hurricane character. "It sure is swell to have you here. The Hurricane missed you."

I was just about to respond when Randy Orton and Paul interrupted.

"Look, it's the Hurri-geek." Randy laughed. "And he's got a groupie."

Paul smirked at us and replied. "Yeah but he still won't score. She looks too pure."

Then the two of them walked away, leaving me and Shane staring holes into their backs. It was a lot of fun, and afterwards they came back over and Paul whispered in my ear, "well I know that's not true."

During Shane and Randy's match I waited in the Gorilla Position for my cue. When I saw it, I raced down the ramp to the ring. Picking up a steel chair, I cracked Randy in the head with it, giving Shane the win. Then the two of us high-tailled it out of there pretty fast.

Backstage Trish came up and congratulated me on a successful debut.

"You did so well," she gushed. "Did you hear the crowd?"

As I was talking to her, Paul came and kissed my cheek.

"You were amazing," he growled kissing me again. "You were made for this."

*Paul's POV*

As I watched Caitlin I felt a huge rush of pride. I wanted to leap to my feet and year "that's my woman" at the top of my voice.

The next week we were in Raleigh so Jeff came to watch the show. I couldn't help feel a small twinge of jealousy as I watched them play about. They just seemed totally at ease with each other.

I went out at the start of RAW to do an in-ring speech about Randy's match the previous week. As I was in the middle of talking about it, the Hurricane's music hit and out strutted Caitlin.

"God will you shut up?" She yelled into the microphone. "All you do is talk Hunter. The fact is, with or without my help, the Hurricane would've beaten that wimp Orton."

"You must have been dreaming during that match," I retorted, ad-libbing slightly. "You're just saying that so the Hurri-dork will give you some. But while you had a plan last week, it's Evolution's turn tonight."

I wanted to cover my eyes as Ric and Randy grabbed Caitlin from behind and dragged her into the ring. I saw the look on her face and I knew she was nervous about what was going to happen.

"Let's take a look at her," I spat, walking around the ring. I look a long look at her ass and remarked, "not bad".

"Girlie, you messed with the wrong people last week." I snarled, my face inches from hers. "You see, you didn't just mess with Randy Orton, you messed with the whole of Evolution."

"Bite me," she replied, making me chuckle slightly.

"Maybe later. Right now I have to decide what to do with you."

As I ran my hand up her arm she slapped my face. I saw her cringe at the contact and I knew I would have to convince her it was okay. Meanwhile I had to stay in character.

Forcefully I grabbed her shoulder and raised my fist as though I was going to punch her. The Hurricane's music hit and we all scattered.

Once we were backstage I saw Caitlin and Jeff talking. I wandered over and hugged her from behind.

"Sorry about that slap," she blushed. "I got caught in the moment and hit you a bit hard."

"It's fine," I grinned cockily, trying to hide the fact that it did hurt a bit. "Besides, you can make it up to me later."