Disclaimer: I don't own any characters you recognize. As much as I would love to own Dave Batista and Randy Orton, unfortunately WWE owns them along with Stacy Kiebler. Don't know any real members of Stacy Kiebler's family or Dave's daughter's real names so I am making them all up.

Note: I know a lot of my fellow readers and writers don't like Stacy Kiebler, but sorry guys it works with my story.

Chapter 1

Stacy Kiebler stood impatiently waiting in catering that night. Tonight RAW was in Corpus Christi, TX, and her sister Michelle was due to the arena any minute now. Tonight her sister was making her debut as Dave Batista's valet. Apparently the WWE thought that since he was on his own now without Evolution, that he needed a woman by his side to escort him to the ring. Stacy paused to look at her watch and sighed. She heard someone call her name and then sit next to her. She looked up into the handsome face of the blue-eyed legend killer, Randy Orton.

"Hey Stace…you ok?"

"Yeah Randy. I'm just waiting for my sister to get here."

Randy sat in shock. He'd known Stacy since he got to RAW and he had no idea she had a sister. He found himself wondering what else he didn't know about her.

"You've got a sister huh?"

Stacy laughed at the look on his face.

"Hate to burst your bubble Randy, but she's out of your league. She's too old for ya."

"So an older sister? What's her name?"

"Her name would be Michelle. And there she is."

Randy turned towards the doors of catering and was surprised. This girl looked nothing like Stacy except for a few things here and there. She looked taller than Stacy by a good few inches, but once he saw the black stiletto boots on her feet, he figured she was a good few inches shorter. She was a brunette instead of a blonde. And she had far by more curves than Stacy did along with some extra weight. She was dressed in a black pinstriped suit with a white button up shirt underneath the unbuttoned jacket. Around her neck he noticed the same necklace Stacy was wearing at the moment. The necklace was a simple silver chain with a silver K on it. Meanwhile on the other side of catering was another man known as Dave Batista. His gaze was wandering over the woman as well. He had no idea who she was or why she was there. But when he saw Stacy Kiebler walk over to her, he knew then that she was his valet.

"Missy!"

Michelle turned and saw her younger sister walking over to her. She pulled her sister into a hug and smiled.

"Hey Stace. So where's the guy that I am valeting? And who's the hot guy you were talking too?"

Stacy shook her head at her older sister. She knew how her sister worked. And once she found out about her onscreen budding romance with Randy, she'd try to hook them up. Just as she was about to open her mouth, Randy walked up.

"Well, well. Stacy are you going to introduce us?"

"Randy this is my older sister, Michelle Kiebler. Missy, this is Randy Orton. He is the guy I valet."

"Nice to meet you Michelle."

Michelle shook his hand and smiled.

"Nice to meet you too Randy. Although I heard that you two were having a budding onscreen romance."

"Yes Missy we are."

Then she paused as she noticed Randy walking over to talk to some of the guys.

"That's all it is Missy. I don't like him like that."

"You sound as if you're trying to convince yourself more than me. But to change the subject…who is the guy I am valeting for, and where is he?"

"Well he would be right there at that table that Randy's sitting at now. And he would also be Dave Batista."

As Michelle turned to see where her sister pointed, she noticed the man sitting across from Randy. 'Damn! I'm like a midget compared to him. But oh how good he looks in that suit. Damn all black looks good on him.' Stacy however knew that look of her sister's as well. 'Well if she wants to try to set me up with Randy…I think I'll let her think she is. Maybe I should talk to Randy and form a plan.'

"Come on Missy. I'll introduce you. And yes although he looks intimating, he's really not."

Michelle looped her arm through her sister's and walked with her over to the table. As she did, she noticed she was getting appreciative glances from some of the men in there, and it made her feel self-conscious. When the two arrived at the table she put a smile on her face, hoping no one saw the unsure look and fear that was their earlier. But somebody did and made a mental note of it.

"Guys I'd like you to meet my sister Michelle. Missy these are the guys."

"Real specific Stace. What am I supposed to be psychic and know their names? Ya know I thank God everyday I am not as blonde as you."

Soon the playful comments turned into a little verbal match.

"Ya wanna have a go round with me?

"Stace…the job of being a diva is yours not mine. I prefer valeting."

Then she turned to the table of men and looked at Randy.

"Since my sister has had a brain fart…can ya introduce me to these guys?"

"Sure Missy…"

Before he could continue though, Michelle had grabbed his ear and pulled him onto the floor. This action caused all the wrestlers at the table to be surprised. They'd never thought she'd do that appearance wise.

"Were you given permission to call me Missy? No I don't think so. Now I'm going to let go of your ear now, and you're going to apologize. Got it?"

As Randy nodded, she kept her word and let go of his ear.

"Sorry Michelle. Can I call you Missy?"

Michelle took his now vacated seat and smiled up at him.

"Sure Randy."

"Ok as I was saying Missy…this is Paul Levesque or Triple H. This is Ric Flair, Chris Irvine or Chris Jericho, Chris Benoit, and this is The Animal or as we like to call him, Dave Batista."

As Randy introduced her to the men, she shook their hands and let them know they could call her Missy. When she shook Dave's hand, she felt a slight spark. She looked up at him to see if he felt it too, but couldn't read the look on his face. Again the feeling of being nervous and failure entered into her. Just then Stacy pulled on her sister's arm gently.

"Come on Missy. Let's go introduce you to the divas, the GM, and Mr. McMahon."

Michelle nodded with her sister and followed her out of catering. Just as they were about to head on their way to the divas locker room, Michelle heard someone call her name. She turned to the voice, and saw Dave.

"Yes Dave?"

"Well Michelle I just wanted to let you know when Stacy gets done introducing you around…well come find me ok? I think if we're going to work together we should at least know each other's basics. Stacy can show you to my locker room. If I'm not in there right away just wait for me. Ok?"

"Ok Dave."

Just as Dave was about to open the door to entering catering, he heard her call his name.

"Yes Michelle?"

"You can call me Missy if you'd like. Everyone else does."

Dave looked at the woman and grinned.

"Actually I'd prefer to call you Michelle. I like to be unique."

Michelle smiled and turned to catch up with her sister.

"Stacy would you wait? My legs aren't nearly as long as yours ya know?"

Dave couldn't help but laugh at the two sisters who seemed as different as night and day even though they shared some similarities.

After being introduced to all the divas and the GM Eric Bischoff, Michelle headed to Dave's locker room. She followed Stacy's directions exactly and looked at the open door. Just as she entered the empty room, she heard girls' voices walking down the hall. She wasn't going to listen in, but then she heard her name. She quickly hid in the locker room and listened in.

"Can you believe that she is actually Stacy's sister?"

"Oh come on Molly…give her a break. She's actually really nice."

"Oh come off it Victoria. She doesn't belong here. I mean just look at her. Can we say Miss Piggy? It's no surprise she wears those black suits. It is a slimming color ya know?"

"That's harsh Molly."

"Hope she doesn't fall for Dave. Cause hell would have to freeze over or she'd have to loose like major weight for him to like her."

As she heard the voices getting further and further away, Michelle slid down the wall she was leaned up against next to the door. Just as she felt the tears begin to fall, she quickly wiped them away hearing Dave's voice echoing in the halls.

"Guess she isn't in here. I'll go look in catering."

When he was about to leave the room he felt a gentle touch against his hand. He looked down to see Michelle sitting on the floor. He could tell she was minutes away from crying. He closed his door, pulled her to her feet, and over to the couch in his locker room.

"You ok Michelle?"

"Yeah. I'll be fine. So what's on the agenda tonight boss?"

"Well I have a match against Ric Flair tonight. We have a promo to do in an hour to introduce you. But first I think we were talking about getting to know each other."

"Ok well I guess I'll go first. My name is Michelle Kiebler. Got a middle name, but only special people get to know it."

"So I'm not special enough yet huh?"

"Considering we just met tonight…no. But back to my basics...On April third, I'll be thirty-one. I live in a nice loft apartment in Baltimore, Maryland with my Yorkshire Terrier Sierra. I have two younger sisters Stacy and Teresa. My mom's name is Jennifer and my dad's name is William. I have one tattoo and I have to wear contacts or glasses. I have nothing pierced. Anything else?"

"Single? Dating? Married? Kids?"

"My divorce was finalized when I realized I was pregnant with my son. My ex-husband told me that marrying me was a mistake. He told me he only did it because I was pregnant with our daughter. He didn't want to keep lying to me, and he wanted to be with the woman he'd been seeing behind my back. So I have complete custody of my three-year-old daughter named Gabriella and I just had a baby boy three months ago named Christopher. So what about you Dave?"

"Well my name's Dave Bautista, with a u really…but for wrestling they take it out. I am thirty-six years old. I live in my own apartment right now in Washington DC. My wife, Angie, and I have been separated for five months now. I have a twelve year-old-daughter name Gracie and a ten-year-old daughter name Allison. I see them on my off days after they get out of school. Then during the summer if my wife and I are still separated, we're talking about letting them come on the road with me. I have four tattoos. I've had my navel, ears, and tongue pierced. It's funny that you have a Yorkie because I have two named Saki and Sumo."

Michelle and Dave continued to make small talk when Michelle's cell phone rang. She excused herself, got off the couch, and walked over to her purse.

"Hello?"

"Hi Michelle."

Michelle smiled hearing her daughter's voice in the background. Until she registered her children with the traveling daycare service provided by the WWE, her parents were watching them.

"Hi mom. How are they doing?"

"Oh they're fine Missy. They miss their mommy though. But I've kept them busy. Teresa has been playing with them when she gets out of classes."

"Well I talk to Courtney Mason tomorrow about daycare so hopefully by the time I have to leave again after my few days off I'll be able to bring them on the road with me."

"When are you days off again?"

"Um I believe my first one is the eighth. Then I have to be in Mobile, Alabama, on the eleventh."

"Honey are you sure you should bring Gabby and Chris on the road with you?"

"Right now not really. But I can't keep letting you watch them mom. I'm not going to bring them on the road with me all the time. Just sometimes. Now I really can't talk right now mom. I'll call you later ok?"

"Ok honey. I love you."

"Love you too mom. Kiss Gabby and CJ for me."

As she hung up her cell phone and turned to Dave she noticed him smiling. She returned his smile and went to sit on the couch next to him again.

"How much longer till the promo?"

"We need to start heading over there now."

Michelle nodded and walked out of the room waiting for him. As Dave followed her out of his locker room he held out his arm to her. She shyly smiled at him and took it.

"You know what sucks Dave?"

"No what?"

"I just realized I'm going to have to keep wearing heels around you."

"How tall are you exactly Michelle?"

"I stand at five foot five. You're like a whole foot taller than me."

Dave laughed at Michelle as they continued walking. They walked over to the GM's office and noticed the camera crew waiting for them. Their promo was entirely stupid. Dave heard her mumbling about how the writing staff seemed to be going through a permanent brain fart and couldn't help but grin. He noticed Jackson, one of the guys that ran the promos standing with the camera crew. He also happened to notice the look of disgust on his face as he noticed Michelle.

"Ok. Michelle what we are going to do is have you waiting in Eric's office. Then Dave you'll come in…"

"We know what to do Jackson."

Michelle looked at Dave quizzically. She had no idea what made him snap out like that.

"Ok sorry Dave. Go on with your promo then."

"Come in."

Dave entered Eric Bischoff's office and noticed the woman sitting in one of the chairs. He walked over to the desk slowly and looked at the GM of RAW.

"What's this about Bischoff?"

"Well we here at RAW figured that since you're no longer in Evolution that we think you now need a valet. This is Michelle Kiebler, older sister to our very own Babe of The Year, Stacy. She'll be your valet. Michelle this is Batista."

Michelle stood up and shook his large hand with her small one.

"Well allow me to show you to my locker room. We'll discuss tonight's events in there."

Michelle nodded and took his outstretched hand as they headed down the hall.

"And cut."

Michelle and Dave turned around and looked at Jackson. When they were given the go ahead to head back to his locker room the left. Once inside, Dave noticed a frown on Michelle's face.

"What's wrong Michelle?"

"I just love how they had to add in what they said about me being Stacy's sister. Like saying Michelle Kiebler didn't let them know I was her sister already."

Dave leaned over from where he stood by the couch and kissed the top of her head.

"It'll be ok Michelle. I'm going to go change. Then we need to head down for my match."

Michelle nodded and it then seemed that time flew by because soon she heard them being announced by Lillian Garcia. As Lillian paused Batista's entrance music played. As it started Dave walked out with Michelle right behind him.

"Making his way to the ring, being accompanied by Michelle Kiebler, the challenger weighing in at three hundred and seventeen pounds, from Washington, DC…Batista!"