((Hooray! Chapter 3 is COMPLETE! But I need some advice…I'm really not feeling the title of my story that well. What do ya'll think? Have any suggestions? Please, tell me in your reviews. Anyway, hope you enjoy!—MC Penguin))

Torrie straightened out her elegant blond hair, making sure it flowed neatly and evenly down her rose pink blouse. She had been eager for this day to come, and after waiting anxiously throughout the week it had finally arrived. She had said yes to Batista's phone call that night after their little celebration party, and had been making preparations for the perfect outfit ever since.

After digging throughout all her belongings, she had finally decided on a casual yet classy look by wearing her rose pink blouse, hip-hugging denim jeans, and pink stiletto heeled sandals. During one of him and Torrie's many conversations on the phone throughout the week, Batista had specifically told Torrie to pack a swimsuit for their little date.

Torrie had listened, of course, but was secretly wearing it under her street clothing. After a few more minutes of waiting, Torrie heard a knock at the door. "Torrie!" Batista's deep, manly voice called from outside the hotel door. "Torrie, are you ready?"

"Yes," Assured, Torrie opening the door with her usual bright sparkly smile one her face. Batista handed her a beautiful bouquet of pink roses, and she took them happily. "How beautiful!" she exclaimed, sniffing them. Their scent was sweet and fruity, almost as if they had come from a jungle far down in South America. "Let me put them inside," Torrie pushed the unclosed door and set them on a table while she filled a vase with icy cold water.

"I'm glad you like them," Batista said with a smile, still outside the door.

"Like them? I love them!" Replied Torrie excitedly after she had put the flowers in the vase. "Thank you so much!" She skipped over to him and wrapped her arms around his firm muscled body. She felt her fingers tingle as she brushed up against his black shirt, nuzzling him slightly. She let back and shut the door, smiling sweetly.

"Ready to go?" Batista asked, blushing. Torrie nodded and put her arm around his and they began walking together down to the lobby, and finally outside. The Miami sun shined brightly above them as they walked arm in arm towards a taxi cab. During the week the WWE Superstars of Raw had traveled from their stop in Dallas, Texas all the way to Florida. The plane had been cramped, and Torrie hated that, especially when she found some other Superstar's belongings burying her legs. But now she saw that it was all worth it.

"So, what are we doing today, Big Guy?" Torrie giggled, resting her head on Batista's upper arm as they walked.

"Well, I rented a boat so that we could sail out into the ocean. It'll just be me and you—and the captain, of course, but I paid him fifty extra bucks to stay down in the storage room while we lunched."

"You packed us a lunch?" Torrie asked.

"Well, I didn't. Some Italian Restaurant packed us a basket lunch. It's full of lasagna, pizza, and other different pastas." Batista responded.

Torrie licked her lips and replied, "Sound's good." The couple entered the taxi quietly.

"Where to?" the driver asked in a hoarse voice.

"The Beach." Batista replied. The driver nodded and began driving off. Lucky for them, the paparazzi didn't follow. It was either they didn't see them, which was rare, or they didn't recognize them. The taxi driver didn't say a word, even when Batista handed him the money for driving them.

"I can't remember the last time it was so quiet," Torrie said, looking around. There was a large amount of people at the beach, but none of them seemed to notice Torrie and Batista as they walked to the boat rental place. In fact, the first person who had noticed them was the teen who rented out the boats. He had a head of thick black hair, with braces and a couple zits here and there around his teenaged face. And when he saw the two, he was so surprised that he could barely talk.

"Y-you're Batista! A-and T-Torrie! Torrie Wilson!" He exclaimed. "I can't believe it! Real WWE Superstars! I can't believe it! Am I dreaming? Oh, somebody pinch me!" Suddenly a hefty, round fellow with a bushy mustache appeared from the back of the rental shop with an angry look on his face. "Oh, pinch me!" the teen cried over and over in astonishment. Then the older man reached over and pinched, and the zit-faced kid jump and turned around.

"Ronnie! What are you doing?!" The round man boomed.

"Uh, I dunno—I was being astonished, I guess." The teen replied. Batista chucked behind his sunglasses and Torrie giggled, nuzzling his arm.

"Sorry folks." The man replied. "What's the name under?"

"WWE."

"Oh yes—you are the wrestlers who order the big one, eh? Well, sign here and you can get goin'. Oh, and some Italian place dropped off this basket a little while ago." The man brought out a basket that smelled of a variety of tasty Italian pieces. The man grabbed a clipboard with many papers attached to it, and began walking towards the boats. Batista grabbed the basket and he and his date followed the man out to some wooden docks. Many lovely, large cruise-like boats floated upon the water.

"They are so wonderful," remarked Torrie as the man led them past numbers of boats. Finally the man halted, and stood in front of one medium sized boat. It was an ivory kind of color, sparkling in the sun's rays.

"This is it," said the man. He handed the clipboard to Batista and said, "Sign here." He used his pointer finger to direct Batista to where he needed to sign. Then Batista briskly signed his signature.

"Is that all?" Batista asked, handing him back the pen. The man nodded.

"Yep." He said, presenting the boat to the couple with a gesture of his arm. "Have a good time."

"And the captain?" Torrie asked.

"Oh, I almost forgot," said the man. "LUCAS!" Out of the blue a scrawny little man scurried out from the rental shop.

"Yes sir?" the man said after being summoned from his nap. He was dressed in a sailor suit, and his golden brown hair was tucked tight under a sailor's cap.

"Lucas, you'll be working the Olympus today." The round man said.

"Yes sir," replied Lucas, the man in the sailor suit.

"And this fine couple are the passengers. The man has paid you fifty extra dollars to stay in the storage room while they lunch, and I expect you to follow his orders. I also expect you to be right on track whenever this man or his date asks a favor. You hear me?"

"Yes sir," said Lucas.

"Um, how old is this guy?" Batista asked, looking down at the bony little fellow.

"Oh, I believe he's nineteen," said the round man. "But don't worry—he's fully licensed to pilot these kinds of boats. Now, hurry aboard. It is already twelve o'clock, and it takes about fifteen minutes to get far out to sea. You don't want your food spoiling."

Batista nodded and he and Torrie climbed up to the boat. "Lucas will be up in a minute or so, so feel free to do whatever you like until then." Torrie tugged her date's arm and they scurried off to the front of the boat. Meanwhile, the little round man pulled Lucas close to him t whisper in his ear.

"Now listen here," said the round man to his employee, "take this here camera and get whatever shots you can of them two. I don't care if they're hugging, cuddling, or kissing; just get some good pictures of 'em. Boy, when we hand these pictures over to the press, we'll be rich!" He handed Lucas a silver digital camera. "You got it, boy?"

"Yes sir," whispered Lucas. He stuffed the camera into his pocket and climbed aboard. He tipped his hat to the round man and took his place at the wheel. "All aboard?" He called out. And in a few minutes it began moving slowly away from the docks.

Batista and Torrie readied their meal at the front of the boat. "This is so romantic," said Torrie, smiling sweetly at Batista.

"Uh, I guess so." Batista replied with a blush. After they spread out a white tablecloth on the floor of the ship, they set the delicious food on top. Batista poured a glass of wine for himself, and then looked at Torrie. "Soda?"

Torrie looked down at the food. The boat and the food were so romantic, and she felt bad at the thought of ruining the date all because she didn't prefer to drink wine. So, she thought she'd try it out.

"Um, I think I'll take wine." Torrie responded.

"Are you sure? I told the restaurant to pack some soda, just in case you wanted some." Batista said. Torrie shook her head to the soda and watched as Batista poured some purple colored wine into a fancy glass.

"Are the glasses yours to keep?" Torrie asked, sipping the wine. She winced.

"I suppose so," Batista replied, taking a napkin and wiping some wine off of her lip. Torrie giggled looked up at him with her beautiful eyes. "Torrie, don't look at me like that." Batista said, his face turning a bright red. "You're making me blush."

"That's what I want you to do," She replied. She leaned over all the food and the wine, cupped Batista's roughed skin cheeks in both her hands, and brought him into a kiss. Batista, surprised that Torrie had done this, combed his fingers through her velvet-smooth hair, bringing her closer to him as they embraced in this unexpected lip-lock. From the wheel of the ship, the captain peered over at the two.

Quickly Lucas drew from his pocket the camera his boss had given him and scurried down to the front of the ship. Lucky for him, both Torrie and Batista's eyes were closed shut, embracing each other's faces, bringing one another closer. Swiftly yet without a sound Lucas clicked a couple of pictures of the two. Then he hurried back to his station at the wheel before the two could notice.

By the time Batista and Torrie's hot, zesty kiss had expired, the boat had stopped its relaxing, swaying movement and was still, even as the small waves of the ocean brushed up against it. Batista, his face red, let back from Torrie's embrace and called to the captain. "Hey, why has the boat stopped?" He asked, looking up towards him.

"We're fifteen miles from the shore. It's as far as our boats are allowed to travel." Lucas replied, looking quite nervous. "But you don't have to worry—surfers can't travel this far, and the water is free of dangerous creatures."

"Really? So we can go for a swim?" Torrie asked in excitement.

"Well, I suppose—"

"Look, Cap'n," Batista interrupted, "can you just please leave us by ourselves for a little while?"

"Yes sir," replied Lucas, and hurried down to the storage room down at the bottom of the boat. After he was gone, Batista and Torrie began their lunch. Torrie nibbled a little of everything on her plate, and winced each time she sipped the wine from the fancy-shaped glass. Batista, however, gobbled down numerous amounts of pasta and other things, and finished at least three or four glasses of the wine.

After he and his date had finished their lunch, Batista brought out an unusual-looking cake. "Want some?" Batista asked, beginning to undo the plastic that the cake was kept in.

"Mmm," grinned Torrie, nodding. Batista cut the cake and he and Torrie each got a large piece. They found out that it was a chocolate desert, smothered in sugary goodness.

Torrie wiped her mouth with a napkin after finishing her lovely desert. Then she cleared the blanket of all her dirty plates. After finishing his sixth or seventh piece, Batista did the same. When the picnic area they had used on the boat was all clean, Torrie asked, "So, how about a swim?"

"A swim? But we've just finished eating." Batista pointed out. "I thought we were supposed to wait at least an hour before—"

"Oh, hush up." Torrie ordered nicely, standing up. "I want to swim." She wriggled out of her jeans and lost the top, leaving her in a bright pink bikini. Batista made a "wow" expression. Even though he had seen her dressed in small pieces of clothing many times before, seeing her right in front of him, after a romantic lunch, was amazing.

"Um, okay," Batista coughed up after a while. "We can go for a swim, I guess." He stood up too, and lost his black shirt and his jeans, leaving him barefoot in a pair of navy blue swim trunks with Hawaiian flowers imprinted on it. Torrie giggled at him, looking at his trunks.

"Aren't those a bit girly for you?" she asked with a smile. Batista blushed.

"Um, I don't think so." He said with his face red. He left his clothes in a heap while Torrie carefully folded her top and set them neatly together, placing her stilettos next to her clothing side by side. Then she looked at her date.

"Ladies first," Batista said quietly, looking at the water.

"Fine, you baby," Torrie teased with a giggle, rolling her eyes softly. Then, without any more words, Torrie stepped up on the edge of the boat.

"Y-you're gonna dive?" Batista asked. Torrie nodded, and with a brisk movement of her body she dove into the sparkly blue water with the gracefulness of a swan. For a minute or so Torrie's superb figure was lost from Batista's sight as she frolicked under the water, but soon she popped up, her blond hair soaked and glued to her back.

"Well? You comin'?" Torrie asked. "The water's wonderful." Batista scratched his chin to think, but Torrie's unbearable puppy dog eyes got the best of him. Soon he was in the shimmering water, too, splashing and dipping with his date.

"The water's too friggin' cold," said Batista, wrapping his arms around his body. "I'm gonna head back to the boat…" Torrie rolled her eyes in annoyance, then put her arms around his wet neck and looked him sweetly in the eyes.

"Aw, c'mon, don't leave me. I'm having such a good time." Torrie begged, giving him her puppy dog look once again. "Please…?" Batista smiled and nodded yes. "Great. Now, how about we—" Suddenly Torrie felt something nudge her back thigh, and she widened her eyes. "You dog!" she shouted, and brought her wet hand from behind his neck and slapped Batista right across the face.

"Ouch! What was that for?!" Batista asked, grasping his cheek.

"Don't play stupid with me. You know you touched me." Torrie said angrily. She began to swim towards the boat when she felt another nudged at her hip. She whirled around at faced Batista again. "You are such a pervert!" She was just about to slap him again when something rubbery and gray poked its head out of the water. Torrie squealed loudly, and hurried over to Batista to embrace him in fear.

"What is that?" Batista asked, grasping her too.

"I-I don't know," Torrie squeaked, looking frighteningly at the thing. The thing dipped itself back under the water and popped its head up right in front of Torrie and Batista. This time they could the thing's face. It was friendly-looking, and its rubbery skin shined neatly in the sun's rays.

"Hey! It's a dolphin!" Batista said, reaching out to pet it. "How cool," The dolphin bobbed its head up and down and made a noise.

"Awww, it's adorable." Torrie admitted, rubbing its head too. Then she stopped as she stared sweetly at the dolphin. "Wait a second…" She eyed Batista, and then looked back at the dolphin. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Batista." Torrie apologized, pecking him on the cheek. "It wasn't you who touched me, it was this dolphin. Please forgive me."

"Don't worry, Torrie. I forgive you." Batista assured, and hugged her. Meanwhile, on the ship, Lucas had been taking numerous pictures of the two as they had their little swim. He had heard them when they got into the water, and ever since he had been clicking the button on his camera, taking pictures of the two.

"This'll make Roberto happy," Lucas said to himself, referring to the little round man who had given him the camera. After taking a few more pictures, he ran back down to the storage room so he wouldn't be seen.

Out in the water, Batista and Torrie began splashing and playing with the dolphin. Torrie grabbed onto the animal's back fin to see how it felt, but suddenly it jerked and began jetting through the water, with Torrie following close behind. "Help!" shouted Torrie to Batista as she and the dolphin began circling around him. Batista attempted grab Torrie every chance he got, but the dolphin continued to jerk away as soon as he had a good shot.

"Hold on, Torrie!" shouted Batista, swimming after the dolphin. He wasn't much of a swimmer, so he had a hard time keeping up with it. Finally the dolphin grew tired of entertaining itself with Batista and stopped swimming around. Torrie immediately let go of its fin and quickly swam over to her date.

"I wanna go back to the boat. I'm not putting up with that stupid fish any longer." Torrie said firmly, beginning to swim towards the boat again. This time Batista followed, and soon they were back on the little boat, soaking wet.

"I'm sorry this date hasn't been going so well," said Batista, handing Torrie a towel.

As Torrie dried herself off she replied, "It's okay. I have to admit, it's been the most interesting date I've been on." She spread the towel on the floor just as she had done the blanket for the picnic, but this time she laid herself on it instead of food. "I think I'll take a nap."

"Me too," agreed Batista, and spread his towel on the floor too. Then he lay next to Torrie. He put his hands behind his head as he shut his eyes. Torrie quietly set her head on his muscled chest to use as a pillow, and soon both she and Batista were asleep.

When the two were up again, they felt the gentle movement of the boat as it traveled back to shore. The sun was setting, and the beautiful blue sky had changed to a mixture of pink and orange, making everything seem more romantic.

"How long did we sleep?" Torrie asked, sitting up.

"It must've been awhile," Batista replied, still lying down across the hard wood floor of the boat. "Hey, Lucas, what time is it?"

Up at the wheel, Lucas responded, "Um, about six forty-five. You two slept for quite a long time..."

"Well, I guess we better start getting ready." Torrie suggested, beginning to pull her jeans over her pink bikini. After that, she got her shirt back on and then slipped on her stilettos. Batista mirrored her, and soon they were both back in their street clothes.

"There's the shore," said Torrie. A couple of feet in front of them stood the docks and the beach, still covered with busy people. "I still wish it was daytime—I had so much fun today."

"Really? I thought after that dolphin incident—" But before Batista could say anymore, Torrie hushed him with a kiss. She pulled him close and locked lips with him like before, but this time it wasn't so surprising. They both embraced each other lovingly in the path of the setting sun as their lips locked together in a heartwarming kiss.

Lucas hurried and pulled out his camera at the sight, and quickly took a few pictures. Immediately Batista and Torrie turned to where the flash of the camera had come from, and caught Lucas red-handed. There he stood, right next to the wheel, with his camera glued to his right eye.

"YOU—YOU—" Batista let go of Torrie, causing her to stagger back a bit, and then charged right towards the deceitful little captain. Lucas, seeing Batista coming for him like an angry bull, stuffed the camera in his pocket and began forcing his skinny little legs to run as fast as they could. "You're gonna regret this you little—" Batista almost had him in his clutches, but by this time the boat had gotten nearer to shore, and before he could wrap his hands around the captain's scrawny little neck, Lucas had leaped off of the boat and onto the docks.

With numerous pants, the little man jetted to the rental shop. Batista was just about to hop onto the wooden docks, too, when he felt a familiar feminine touch grab hold of his arm.

"Just forget about it," Torrie ordered softly, pulling him back onto the boat. Batista slapped his forehead in disbelief.

"This can't be happening. It just can't be happening." He murmured over and over. Torrie pressed her head on his upper arm to comfort him.

"We can't change what has happened. We've been found out—and we can't prevent it." Torrie pointed out in a soft voice.

"But what about Bischoff? He'll flip." Batista responded angrily. "You know how he gets." He sighed wearily, and looked down at the water. It had lost its shiny sparkle, and now it gave off a gloomy expression as night approached and turned it a navy color.

"Let's just get back to the hotel," said Torrie, and she and Batista climbed off the boat and onto the docks. Batista kept begging her to let go of his arm and let him devour the skinny little captain and his round boss, but Torrie wouldn't budge. She kept a firm hold on his arm and led him back into a taxi, and then back up to the hotel.

Batista walked Torrie back up to her room, still insisting that they go back to the rental shop to stop Lucas and the round man, Roberto. "Batista, stop it. Just drop it, okay? I'm getting tired of hearing you bring it up." Torrie finally said when they approached her door.

"I'm sorry, Torrie—I just can't stop thinking about it." Batista answered, setting his hands on his hips and looking down.

"Look, just get back to your room and get some rest. Tomorrow everything will be better." She wrapped her arms around his neck like before and looked up at him with her baby face. "Who knows? Maybe they won't even give it to the press. Maybe they were just bluffing. Just have faith. Everything's gonna be fine."

She was wrong.

The following week on Raw, Torrie and Batista sat nervously in two black leather chairs in Eric Bischoff's office. In front of his face he held a newspaper, and he sat there behind his desk and observed it for the fifteenth time. Finally, he slammed the paper on his wooden desk and eyed the two furiously.

"What were you two thinking?!" He boomed. He shoved the newspaper, along with some other things on his desk, onto the floor in-between the two chairs. For the first time Batista and Torrie looked down at the paper. On the front page were the two of them, their lips locked together. Batista could tell that it was the time they were sitting on the floor of the boat when they were having their picnic.

"Eric, we're so sorry—" Torrie began, but Eric rudely interrupted.

"Sorry? Look at this picture! Look at it!" Eric thundered, standing up and pointing at the paper. "Batista, I told you to be her trainer, not her tongue taster!"

"Look, Eric, we didn't know the captain had a camera. He was supposed to be—" Batista began to say.

"I don't care where he was supposed to be! The fact is that you can't trust these people!" Eric cried. "I can't believe you two were stupid enough to do this!"

"We'll never go out in public again, we promise." Pledged Torrie.

"Oh, you're not gonna. I'm gonna make sure of that." He smiled a big, toothy smile and then declared, "From now on, you two are forbidden to see each other, whether it be here or in your everyday life. If either of you are caught seeing one another, you will be suspended."

"Eric, you can't do this—"

"Oh, but I can, Miss Wilson. And, if you complain anymore, I'll take away your privilege of talking through the phone. Now, get out." Eric demanded, and the two stood up. Torrie looked up at Batista with watery eyes, and then hugged him warmly before she exited Eric's office.

Batista eyed Eric ferociously, and then walked slowly out the door with a heavy sigh.