A/N: There are times in this chapter where Ray and her dad are talking simultaneously but not to each other. Just a warning so that you didn't get confused. Keep those review coming, much appreciation.

"Where's Ray?" Mark asked. He had long since given up on anyone going after his daughter. He hadn't let his guard down completely but he had let her have a little more freedom.

"She's with John. He's trying to pump her up about that photo shoot of hers."

"She is so not willing to do that." Shane said.

"I know, but it is her job."

"I told her the same thing, and do you know what she said?" Adam said.

"What's that?"

"Her job is to wrestle, not to parade in front of a bunch of horny men."

"That sounds like my darlin'."

"Damn straight." Ray said walking into the locker room with John.

"Watch your mouth." Mark said rolling his eyes. He wasn't going to get anywhere with this girl.

"Sorry daddy." She said not looking a bit sorry.

"So when's the big day?" Adam asked.

"I leave tonight, it's tomorrow bright and early."

"Well if it's any consolation, Amy and Joanie used to be the same way."

"Now Joanie is my kind of girl. I'm so glad she's coming back."

There were some grunts about how Joanie changed in the locker room with the other divas.

"Not a diva," she called out from where she bent over in the corner.

"Smart ass." John said smacking her ass.

"You know it." She said grabbing his cock.

"Whoa! Darlin'!"

"Hey, he started. Tell him to keep his hands off me."

"John, behave. You know how she is."

John threw his hands up, "Hey, that was all her, I didn't have anything to do with it."

"Yeah right." Ray said as she walked into the shower.

"After seeing that, I need some air. You guys keep an eye on her." Mark said walking out of the room.

"I can't believe she just did that." John said aloud.

"That was definitely bold." Adam said.

"Well you did grab her first," Shane said. He was vastly amused.

"Oh can it Helms. You're always taking up for her."

"That's because she's my best friend and we do that for each other."

"Damn straight." Ray called out from the shower.

"WATCH YOUR MOUTH!" They all yelled back to her.

She stepped out of the shower, her hair dripping down her back.

"Sorry daddies." She said sarcastically.

"When are you going to start dressing in the girls' locker room?" John asked her.

"When I feel like I'm a girl." Ray retorted.

"So basically we're looking at."

"Never." She finished for him. "Besides, you're the only one complaining. Relax."

"What time do you need to be with the girls?" Shane asked Ray.

"In fifteen minutes. I'll be dressed in five." She said disappearing into the bathroom. She didn't know why John got all bent out of shape. She has gotten dressed in this room more times than she can't count. For the entire time she's been in the WWE. Men, who understood them?

"Good." John said. "The sooner she's with those girls, the sooner the transformation could begin."

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When Ray arrived on the set, she knew she was way out of her league.

"Hey Ray." The girls called to her.

She waved back. Why the hell had she agreed to this?

"Hi." A photographer introduced himself, "I'm Peter. You're Ray?"

"I am."

He looked over her t-shirt and sweat pants. "You are going to need a lot of work."

She rolled her eyes. This was going to be a long day.

"Ladies, can I have your attention please. We've got a lot of work to do. We are going to do two photo shoots in one within the next few days. We are going to do Torrid's photo shoot," He looked over at Ray, "And as we can see that's going to take some doing. And then we have to do each of you. We are also going to have to do Torrid's Q & A. So let's hop to it. Torrid, you're up first."

Ray rolled her eyes. It was not going to take a whole lot to make her girlish. It was just going to take a lot whining on her part.

"She has awesome cheek bones," said Cindy, "she's naturally beautiful, this is going to take us no time at all."

Going to take no time at all? This is what Ray was hoping to here. Maybe it wouldn't be such a long day after all. And true to her word, before Ray knew it she was in her medieval cloak tight tank, leggings and her spike heeled boots. She standing against a chain linked fence and her long hair had been teased in all directions.

"Okay, have you done anything like this before?" Peter asked her.

"Nope." She really didn't want to be here.

"Well I'm going to say to you like I say to all the divas, the camera is your friend. Play with your friend.

Ray rolled her eyes, she had been right all along; this was definitely going to be a long day.

"Okay, just do what feels right, and I'll guide you from there."

Ray just stood there. She had no idea what this man wanted her to do. She tried to think of her character, what would Torrid do?

"Could you do me one favor?" Peter asked her.

"What?"

"Pose."

Smart ass, she thought. Then she thought of something, this is like competition, this is another male thinking he can over rule her. Not this day, not this girl.

"Can I hear my theme music please? I have the CD."

"Someone bring this girl her music!" Peter demanded.

SHOUT!

Torrid leaned back against the fence sticking her pelvis out toward the camera.

"Good!"

HEAVY! I WANT IT HEAVY!

Torrid turned around looking over her shoulder sticking one foot through one of the links.

"There you go."

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

Torrid climbed the fence like a cat looking over her shoulder her hair falling to one side.

"Damn." Trish said from where she and Amy watched the sidelines. "The girl's a natural."

"Bring the blood." Peter called.

The tech's doused her in a ruby fluid it ran down her body.

"Okay Ray, I need your eyes. I need you to tell me with your eyes that you are the Dark Angel."

Torrid twisted her lips up into a smirk, pushing her hips out to one side.

"Beautiful Ray." Peter said, "Give me one more."

Torrid thought about this, "I have an idea."

She rummaged through her bag, no gothic girl would be complete without her spiked dog collar, bringing it back she crawled on all fours with it.

"Nice, just one more now."

Torrid stood up on her knees, leaned her torso all the way back reaching her hands back to reach her ankles. Her chest stood out and her head tilted back.

"For a butch bitch," Randy said, "the girl has skills."

"Who invited you?" Trish asked.

"I invited myself. After all, Ray has an interest in me."

"No, he doesn't have an ego." Trish started.

"Nope, not at all." Amy finished walking away from him.

"That should be good for that." Peter called. "Shower her up and get her ready for the next roll."

Oh, God there's more? Would this day never end?

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"Beautiful's birthday is in a few days." Shane said aloud.

"What are you going to get her?" Mark asked.

"I got her her own green lantern tee with 'Beautiful' written on the back. That way I can have mine back."

"That's cute." John said.

"What did you get her?" Mark asked him.

"This." John held out this short slinky one-piece dress.

"And you think my darlin' is going to be caught dead in that?"

"She will when I get done with her."

Shane and Mark exchanged looks. Mark decided that he would let Ray handle this. Because if he stepped in he was going to knock John right in the mouth.

"Right." Mark said looking away. "I got her this." He showed Shane a piece of paper.

"What's that?" John asked.

"You'll see on her birthday. She is going to have kittens."

"Well damn." Shane said. Mark was right. Ray was going to have an absolute fit.

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My birthday is coming up, Ray thought, and no one knows about it but me.

My sunshine's birthday is coming up. What a surprise I'm going to give her. She's going to just love it.

I only have one wish, same wish every year.

Same wish every year.

To be normal.

To have my baby.

Looks like its coming true.

Only a few days to go. I'm going to be normal.

I'm going to be a daddy again.

"Ray!" Trish called out.

"Yeah," she snapped out of her train of thought. "What's going on?"

"Peter needs you on the next set."

"Okay cool. On the beach?"

"Yeah, that's it." She said toweling off he long blonde hair.

"Shit, I don't want to do this. Did you see that thing they have me wearing?"

"I saw it, it's cute."

"Yeah if you have the body for it." Ray smirked.

"But you do have the body for it Ray." Trish smiled.

Ray laughed, "Yeah I wish."

"Stop downing yourself girl." Amy said. "We've all watched your shoots. You're bad girl."

"Thanks Amy. That means a lot. But meanwhile what am I going to do about this suit?"

"But your own twist on it." Trish suggested.

"Yeah, put a little Torrid heat on it," Amy laughed.

Ray smiled back. Since being on this shoot one good thing has come about, she has become real close with the girls.

"Maybe I will." She said.

"How about after we wrap today we go act up, have a true bad girls night out?" Trish asked.

"Sure." Ray shrugged.

"Okay. Knock 'em dead girl."

Okay how can I make this a Torrid thing? Ray asked her as she looked at the black swimsuit. Then she had a great idea. She ran back into make up.

"I need a pair of scissors."

"For what?" Cindy asked.

"This." Ray held up the swimsuit.

"What are you planning on doing?"

"Just hand me a pair of scissors Cindy."

Together they cut the swimsuit in a million different places.

"Now give me my cloak and my boots."

"How about you wear these?" Cindy asked holding boots.

"Now those are hot!" The boots were very similar to the ones she wore on a normal basis except these ones went up to her mid thigh.

"Glad you like them. Pull them on and let me tease your hair a bit."

She sat in the chair zipping up her boots while Cindy teased her already curly hair.

"Damn girl," Randy said as she walked by him, "you clean up nice."

"Kiss my ass Randy." She said walking by him.

"Looking like that I'll kiss anything you want me to." He said to her back. Damn she really did have one of the hottest bodies he'd seen in a while.

"Here she is Peter."

"Finally," Peter said turning around, his mouth dropped. "Damn girl."

Ray turned around, "So you like?"

"Girl I love." Peter said, "Let's get started. First take off your cloak throw it over you shoulder."

Ray did as she was told tossing the black cloak over her shoulder tossing her hair over the opposite shoulder.

"Alright Ray, show me you're a bad ass."

Ray glared at the camera; the light caught her perfectly.

"Part your lips a little bit, stand with your feet shoulder with apart." Peter instructed her, "Good. Look straight at me. Good. You're making my job very easy."

Ray smiled. This wasn't half as bad as she thought it would be.

"Okay turn around, put the cloak on and look at me over one shoulder. As a matter of fact first take one without the cloak and then one with."

Randy watched as Ray posed. She was turning him on by the second with this Bettie Bad Ass persona she had going, and like it's been mentioned, she has a bad body.

"Bring me a chair." Peter called.

"What's the chair for?" Ray asked.

"I have an idea." Peter told her.

She shrugged, "Okay."

"Okay Ray, this is what I want, first lean back again that wall, squat and open your legs. Good just like that. Now run your hand through your hair, look at me, good."

Damn! Randy thought, his cock hardening. I don't know how much more of this I can watch.

"Now, the chair, cock your leg up on it."

Ray did as she was told leaning over her leg as she did so.

"Ray take your cloak off, throw it back over your shoulder. Good. Now put your hand on your knee. Good."

Ray smiled. She was actually having fun with this.

"Lean back a little for me, good, now run that hand through, good."

"She's a natural." Trish said to Amy.

"Yeah, and she's gorgeous, I hate to see her waste that all under those damn clothes."

"I know." and this time Trish actually meant it. It had nothing to do with Cena, Ray was a pretty girl and she deserved to show it to the world. And she was really sweet too. Maybe Cena was just being an ass.

"Ray, put your cloak back on and sit in the chair,"

"Which way?" Ray asked.

"The way you would normally sit in the chair, Ray." Peter smiled at her.

Ray turned the chair around backwards and sat in it. She leaned over her knee placing her chin on the back of her hand.

"Part your lips, good. Now lean back close your eyes. Good." Peter instructed, "Now turn the chair around. Sit good, now spread your legs on either side of the chair, good. And I believe for now, that's a wrap."

Ray got up from the chair. That was actually fun.

"You did well Ray." Peter told her.

"Thanks Peter. It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be."

"My sentiments exactly. When they told me the infamous tomboy was going to be here. I thought good Lord this was going to be hell."

Ray smiled. "Now I'm not that bad."

"You let them tell it." Peter said.

"Come on Ray, let's go live it up." Trish called already dressed.

"Let me just throw on a pair of jeans and a top."

"Oh no you don't." Trish said, "Not after we saw the body you have."

"What?"

"Why don't you leave on the swim suit and put on a pair of jeans?" Amy suggested sensing that Ray may not be ready for the entire girl make over thing.

Ray shrugged, "Sounds good."

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Ray was exhausted. She sat on the edge of her bed in Shane's green lantern tee shirt and a pair of jeans. She had been out with Trish and Amy all night. But they indeed had a blast. They danced they drank and they just bonded. Okay so having female friends wasn't the end of the world.

"Someone looks like they had a long night." Randy said to her as she looked up.

"The hell are you doing in my room Randall?"

"It's Randy, and I'm here to get your for your interview. Come on." As he pulled her off the bed.

"Thank you for sitting down with Ray magazines Torrid."

Torrid looked away from him unconcerned.

"First questions first, there seems to be a mix up about your gender, care to straighten that out."

"I'm a competitor, that's all they need to know."

"Yes, but male or female?"

"I'm a competitor. Simply put."

"Alright moving on. How does it feel to be Intercontinental Champion?"

"I'm IC champion because I deserve to be. There was no fluke about it. So how does it feel, it feel like this belt belongs around this waist."

"And what a waist it is. We understand that you are going to be apart of the new diva magazine."

"I am."

"So I guess that answers the gender question."

"Like I said, I'm a competitor. What is it with you?"

"Never mind. Any way, we understand that there is a backstage romance between you and Mr. Cena."

"You don't seem to understand anything. This interview is about my career not my personal life."

"Right, so about this unholy alliance of yourself, The Undertaker and Kane."

"What about it?"

"You three have been known to do some sadistic things."

"To whom?"

"For example to the Hurricane."

Ray had to fight to stay in character. The fact they brought up this incident with Shane was killing her.

"The Hurricane stuck his business in affairs that weren't his own and he paid for it."

"And the recent match where you brutally tore his shoulder out its socket."

"A risk any one takes when they step through those ropes and I'm standing on the other side of that ring."

"So you're saying he brought it on himself."

"I guess you could say that."

"I will."

"You do that. Are we done because quite frankly I'm tired of you."

"Just one last question, what else can we expect out of Torrid?"

"I'm here for one reason, to show men that this isn't a male dominated world after all. They have met their match in Torrid the Slayer. You're dismissed."

"Good interview Ray." The reporter shook hand.

"Thank you. Not bad for the first time huh?"

"Not to bad at all."

As soon he was out of her sight she whipped out her cell phone.

"This is the voice mail of Shane Helms. Feel free to leave a message after the tone."

"Hey Shane, it's Ray. Just checkin' on my favorite super hero. Send my love to everyone, tell daddy and John I miss them and will be back shortly."

Truth be told, she missed everyone, but it was Shane that was on her mind, now she wonder's why that is.