Ray walked through the day like she was on autopilot. She had been feeling this way since she realized Lydia found her and found some creepy man to call her and scare her a few weeks ago. Jesus have mercy, she couldn't go back home, she couldn't.

Shane and Mark weren't much better. Of course they knew it wasn't Lydia that had found Ray, it was a lot worse. The man who tried to kill her as an infant was back to finish what he started.

"Oh my God Mark!" Vince cried when he had told him.

"I know. Vince you do realize this isn't her fault."

"Oh of course I do." Vince mentioned for Mark to sit. "She is my best female competitor, I'm not giving her up. And she's one of my little jewels; I'll be damned if I'll let anything happen to her. We'll just heighten her security and no one is to leave her alone."

"Same thing I told the boys." Mark assured him.

"Good."

Mark felt tears well up in his throat. "That's my daughter."

Vince nodded, "You really have taken a liking to her."

"I love her."

"I can see that. Well we all do. So we aren't going to let anything happen to her."

"Thank you." Mark walked outside of the office. Glenn and Shane were there to greet him.

"How'd it go?" Glenn asked.

"Well he said the same thing we did. She's not to be without someone at all times. Vince said he would heighten her security, but we all just have to be on the lookout."

"We will be big brother. That's my niece, we aren't going to let anything happen to her."

"I'm going to go sit with her." Shane said finally.

"Hey, did you talk to her last night?"

"Yeah, I talked to her. She still thinks that it's Lydia after her. I can deal with Lydia,"

"Good, we don't tell her about her father unless we absolutely have to."

Shane nodded his agreement. Lately he felt so numb. Ray continued to see John, they were getting pretty serious from where he sat. But that really wasn't his area of concern. He could always deal with his feelings for Ray; right now there was a mad man after the woman he loved.

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Ray was sitting in the locker room with John, "But I want you to do this."

She shook her head, "No John, it isn't my style."

"So what I want doesn't count?"

She looked up to him as if to say, not this time it doesn't. She wasn't about to play this game with him. This wasn't who she was and he was going to have to deal with it or leave her.

"Please Ray, just once. That's all I'm asking."

"No, John."

"Damn it Ray, you're a lady."

"No, I'm a female, get it right."

"And while we're on the subject, why do you still get changed in here?"

"Because this is where I've always changed. You never had a problem with it before. Actually if my memory serves me right, and I'm sure it does. You rather much enjoyed me changing in here. What's different now?"

"You weren't my girl before."

"And that makes any kind of a difference?"

"It does to me. I'm sorry if I don't want to have the entire male locker room drooling over what's mine."

What's his? What in the name of all that is sane is talking about? Oh this is gone far enough, this boy is on an ego trip and it time that he came down from it.

"What's yours?" Ray's face flushed with anger. "John, let's get something straight right here and right now, that way you don't have to go through this again."

"So what are you saying, you're not my girl?"

"No, that isn't what I'm saying. I'm your girlfriend, yes. I'm not your property, got it?"

John let out an irritable sigh. He was getting nowhere with this girl, and quite frankly he was getting a little tired of trying.

"Yeah, aight."

"I know you're not even getting irritated buddy. If anyone should be agitated, it ought to be me, and trust me I am."

"All I'm saying to you is that it wouldn't kill you to dress like a woman just once."

Ray had the sudden urge to strangle him. He wasn't listening to a damn thing she was saying. Why was she even speaking when it was obviously going into one ear and out of the other?

"Yes it would." She said as she walked out of the locker room.

"Where are you going?"

"To cool off." She stormed off.

"Hey," John called out the door.

"What?" she turned around to face him.

"Aren't you supposed to be with someone?"

"I will be when I get there." She said turning again.

Ray wasn't quite sure what to make of what John was asking. He has told her many times how he feels. That he cares for her deeply. But if he cares so much, why is he insisting on changing who she is?

"Whoa there Citizen Ray," she heard Shane call out.

Ray smiled, "Just the person I was looking for."

Shane smiled, "I knew that."

"And how so, dear Hurricane?"

"See, it's all because of my Hurri-powers. I know when you need me."

Ray smiled again, "I am a humbled woman."

"So what's going on beautiful?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well you're walking around here like you could kill someone. What's going on?"

"John and I got into it."

"Again?"

"Yep. Shane I like him, and I want to keep him happy. But what he wants me to do, it's down right unbearable."

"What does he want you to do?" he asked, as if he didn't already know. Hell half of the locker room knew that John was intent on changing everything about Ray.

"He wants to change everything about me,"

"And is that what you want?"

"Well no. It isn't. I like John; I want him to be attracted to me. But I don't know if I can do what he's asking of me."

"Then don't do it beautiful. You are gorgeous just the way you are. And if he can't see that, he doesn't deserve you."

"Thanks Shane. You always know how to make me feel better."

"It's the Hurri-sensors. They are indeed one of a kind."

Ray kissed his cheek lightly, "Yeah they are."

Shane looked at Ray; he looked deep into those slanted grey eyes of hers. Oh my God how he wanted to kiss her, but just he moved his head to do so a loud cough stopped him.

"Moving in on my girl Helms?" It was Cena.

"What is it now John?" Ray asked, she was obviously still angry with him.

"I just came to apologize but I see you are busy."

"Yeah, I was talking to my best friend, in case that's a problem with you. What since I belong to you, do I need your permission?"

John was taken aback a bit. He wasn't used to girls throwing his words back in his face. At least not this forceful. Damn, this girl was a little more bad ass than he thought.

"Hey ma, I would suggest you take it down a notch. Pump your brakes."

"I would suggest you kiss my ass." Ray said walking off yet again.

"Hey Ray, wait up." Shane called after her.

"I see Adam," She called over he shoulder, "I'll be with him."

Good, Shane thought, as long as she was with someone. He turned around on Cena.

"Now what's going on with you two?"

"I don't see how you stand her. She's got so much attitude. Makes me want to knock the hell out of her sometimes."

Shane felt his face grow warm. If he ever laid a hand on his Ray, it would be the last thing he did with that hand.

"Well," Shane said trying to remain calm, "I'm just her friend. Dealing with her is easy for me. I'm not the one trying to change who she is."

"Oh come off it Helms. You know as well as I do that girl has a body under them baggy ass clothes."

"Your point being?" Shane asked.

"Wouldn't you like to see it?"

I already have, don't forget, she's my roommate.

"It's not my place to." Shane told him. "Like I said, I'm just her best friend."

"Well I'm her man, and it's my place to see my woman's body damn it."

How the hell does she put up with him is what I wanted to know? Shane thought to himself.

"Well I'll talk to her, I doubt I can get anything out of her though."

A light bulb went off in John's head. Shane could get Ray to do anything.

"Yeah, talk to her. See what you can get her to do. I mean I don't need to be an every day thing. But damn when we do see her body it's just in sports bras and shorts. Just a little skirt every now and then, that's all I'm asking for."

Hell seeing Ray in shorts and a sports bra was all Shane needed to see her in. Damn, she looked good enough to eat then.

"Alright, I'll see what I can do. But like I said I can't promise you anything."

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"Hey there's my favorite girl."

"Hey Uncle Adam," Ray said. "Uncle Adam, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure hon, what is it?"

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Why of course I do."

"No really. Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Well honey, you do know I'm a married man. But let's put it like this, if I wasn't."

"Okay Adam," she said blushing, "'Nuff said."

"Why, what's bothering you?"

"Well John doesn't seem to think I'm pretty the way I am."

"Do you think you're pretty the way you are?"

"I don't care."

"That doesn't answer my question Ray."

"I guess not. I mean tomboys aren't meant to be pretty. I'm an athlete, I go in the ring do my thing and that's the end of it. In the end, I don't care if I'm pretty or not."

"Listen to me honey," Adam said, "All those divas in that locker room, they are athletes too. Now mind you, they don't go in there mixing it up with the big boys like you do, but they are athletes. And they are pretty too."

"Why do I get the feeling that you agree with John?"

"Because in a way, I do."

"Adam!"

"No, listen to me Ray. You are one of the prettiest girls I've seen since my wife. And if Alannah had a body like yours and hid it all the time, I think I would be about as frustrated as John is."

"But this is the way John met me, this is the way I've always been. Why is trying to change me now all of a sudden?"

Adam scratched his goatee. As much as he hated to admit it, Ray had a point there.

"Well honey, I don't have an answer to that. All I can say is do what's in your heart. And change isn't so bad, try it once, if you don't like it, there's no law that says you can't change back."

Now as much as Ray hated to admit it, Adam had a point.

"Okay." She said walking off.

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know yet."

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"Ray," Cindy the make up girl called out, "You're just who I needed to see."

"Why, what's up Cin?"

"New T-shirt." She told Ray as she threw it at her. "Vince says for you to wear next time you're on T.V."

"Okay." Ray said holding the shirt out in front of her. It was black with UV reactive lettering on it. The front said Torrid, written in flames, the Slayer written with blood dripping from it. On the back it said, A Destructive Force written in steel, it was way cool.

This is so wicked, she thought to herself, I can't wait to show this off. With that she tore off through the corridor screaming at the top of her lungs.

"Daddy, Uncle Glenn, Shane!" she yelled as she tore into the locker room. The normal griping about knocking and so forth.

"What is it darlin'," Mark asked her.

Ray held out her new T-shirt proudly in front of her. "Look."

"Wow, beautiful." Shane said, "That's nice."

"I know. Isn't it hot?"

"Can't wait to see it on you, ma." John called from the corner.

Ray looked over her shoulder, she had the sudden urge to kiss him so she went on it.

"Sorry I can be such a bitch."

"It's okay. I can be an asshole too sometimes."

"I forgive you."

Shane thought he was going to vomit again.

"What's wrong son?" Mark looked at Shane.

Ray turned her head quickly just in time to see Shane dart to the bathroom, his cape flowing behind him. She rolled her pretty grey eyes.

"Oh heaven on Earth, not again. Someone get that man a pregnancy test." She joked. The locker room roared in laughter as she chased her best friend in the bathroom.

"Why is it you're always around to see me hurl?" he asked her at catering.

"Yeah, I got some powers too. Maybe not as strong as yours, but I have 'em." She said retying his cape.

Shane nodded his head. That's good to know, he thought to himself.

"Thank you." He said.

"What's a friend for? I have to go change for my match."

"Defending the title?" Shane called.

"Nope, number one contender for the light heavy weight title."

"Yeah, I heard. Do you know who your opponent is?"

"Does it matter?"

She was so cocky, he couldn't do anything but smile. "Give 'em hell Ray."

"You know I will."

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"Ray, before you go out there tonight," Vince was talking to her as she crouched down in her normal tiger position in gorilla, "I just want to congratulate you personally."

"On what sir?"

"On being on the cover of the new Raw magazine."

Ray's hand shot to her mouth. "Oh my God."

"Wait, there's more. There's a diva photo shoot for the next diva magazine. I would like you to do that as well."

"Wait a minute Vince, you know that's not me." She said as she slipped her new t-shirt over her head.

"I know. But you are one of my divas and the fans want to see you."

Ray nodded her head solemnly, this wasn't going to be good.

"Just one photo shoot Ray. Just one."

"Okay Vince, let's see what happens."

He hugged her, "That a girl. Now good luck on your match tonight."

SHOUT!

I can't believe these people want me to do a photo shoot!

HEAVY! I WANT IT HEAVY!

Why? I'm so not a diva!

WELCOME TO MY WORLD ANYWAY YOU PICK YOU'RE WINDING DOWN!

"The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is to determine the number one contender for the WWE light heavy weight championship. Introducing first, from Boston Mass, weighing in at 190, the WWE Intercontinental Champion, Torrid the Slayer."

"Look at Torrid's new T-shirt J.R."

"It tells the truth doesn't it? A destructive force."

"Got that right."

"And the opponent, from Smithfield North Carolina, weighing in at 215 pounds, the Hurricane."

A/N: Thank you to my latest reviewer Shelby, glad you enjoy the story. The last chapter, Found, is the entrance into the R rating I gave my story.so hold on, cuz the next few chapters are going to be a doozy. And of course, still sending mad love Phoenix and Sam, you guys still rock!