NOTE: I don't own any of the WWE superstars. I only own Kayla and myself.

We entered Triple H's room. He was lying on the couch talking to someone on his cell phone. When he looked up and saw us standing there, he said, "Hey, Torrie? I'll call you back in a few. See ya soon, bye." He snapped his cell phone shut, stood up, and raked his fingers through his hair.

"Hey, what's up?" Triple H asked us. "Who's the lovely lady?"

"Her name is J," Taker said.

"Oh, you're that one I've been hearing the guys talk about in the bathroom," Triple H said, comprehension dawning on his face. "You're the winner of the contest."

"And the new WWE Teen Diva," Taker put in.

"Right, can't forget that," Triple H said, shaking my hand. "But why is she the 'teen' diva?"

"Because I'm only 17," I told him.

"Damn, and with a body like that? Makes me wish I was a little younger," he said wistfully.

"You're not the only one," Taker agreed.

That was unexpected, but I tried to act nonchalant. "Age is just a number, guys. Didn't ya ever hear that before?"

"Yeah, it's just a number until the law is on your ass," Taker said.

"Yup," Triple H agreed. He looked at me again. "Well, I'm about to get going. I have to meet Torrie at the airport."

"Nice meeting you," I said as Taker and I left. "Hope to meet Torrie soon."

Triple H just smiled and winked at me.

Taker shut the door behind us. "That Triple H, he's a pretty cool guy," he said, smiling.

"Yeah, he's cool," I agreed. "Where's our last stop?"

"Right here," he said, as we came to a sudden stop.

I looked at the name on the door and couldn't believe my eyes. "Shawn? Michaels? The Heartbreak Kid? The Showstopper? He's here?"

"Whoa, whoa, now you sound like a very excited fan," he said. "I'm getting jealous! Were you this excited before you met me?"

"Definitely," I said. "I couldn't stop talking about your tongue and how you'd look naked... Did I just say that out loud?"

"Yep," he said, grinning bigger than ever before. He leaned close. "So you like my tongue?" He stuck his tongue out. It went to his chin.

"Do that thing where you roll your eyes into the back of your head," I said.

"For you," he said. Then he rolled his eyes up into the back of his head and bared his teeth.

"Wicked," I breathed as I watched him.

He looked back at me normally. "Ready to meet Shawn?"

"Yeah," I said in a strangely breathless voice.

"What's wrong with your voice?" he asked, concerned. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, after I'd gained control of my voice again. "It's just the whole darkness thing can be quite a turn-on."

He smiled. "Oh, I'm sure it can be."

With that last comment, he knocked on Shawn's door.

"Come in," Shawn called from inside.

"Wow, he's the only one who you've actually waited for to get permission to go in," I realized.

He laughed. "Well, Shawn's legendary."

"Not as legendary as you," I pointed out.

"I know. But we're good friends. Our wives even hang out together sometimes," he said.

"Wow," I said. "I never got the impression that you were friends with him."

"Our characters on TV may not look like friends, but you'll learn that our personal lives are really quite different from the storylines." Then he opened the door and we went inside.

"Shawn, I'd like you to meet J," Taker said. "J, meet the Showstopper, Shawn Michaels!"

"It's an honor to meet you," I said.

"It's an honor to meet you too," he said. "From what I've read, you're a talented poet."

"That, she is," Taker cut in. "Did you see that poem she submitted about me for the contest? It was so personal and private, it was like my wife wrote it."

I didn't know what to say. "Thanks," I said to them both; Shawn for calling me a talented poet and Taker for agreeing.

"Oh, I have to go to the bathroom," Taker said. "Shawn, where's the nearest bathroom around here?"

"Go out of this room, make a left, walk straight until you reach the end of the hall, and go right. You can't miss it," Shawn instructed.

"Left, straight, right," Taker repeated. "Got it." He turned to me. "Are you ok staying here with Shawn for a little bit?"

"Sure," I said.

"Great," he said. He took off for the bathroom at a brisk pace.

"Would you like to have a seat?" Shawn asked.

"That would be great," I said. I sat down.

"Are you excited to be here in the WWE?" he asked.

"Very. I've wanted to be on the road with you guys ever since I was a little girl," I said.

"And how old are you now?" he asked curiously.

"17. I'll be 18 next month, though," I answered.

"What does your boyfriend think about you being on the road with us guys and looking the way you do?" he asked seriously.

"I don't have a boyfriend. I'm single and ready to mingle," I said.

"Hmmm. I just assumed that a girl looking as sexy as you had to have a boyfriend," he said. He shook his head. "Oh well, that's a good thing."

"Being single?" I asked.

"Yeah. Temptation calls when you're on the road. It's better to be single so if you hook up with someone, you won't feel guilty about it..." He paused, thinking. "I mean, if I didn't have that kind of baggage, I think I'd be a better man. And I'd be much less sexually frustrated."

I laughed. "Sexually frustrated, huh? I'm always like that."

"You have a great laugh," he said. "And it's infectious." He started laughing, too.

I smiled at him.

He turned serious. "Uh, J... What's that on your lips?"

I felt my lips. "Huh? What does it look like?" I asked, feeling nothing.

He quickly leaned over and kissed me. His lips felt so good against mine that I kissed him back.

I. KISSED. SHAWN. MICHAELS.

When he pulled back, he looked at my lips. "Well, looks like I got it off," he said.

"What was it? And where did it go?" I asked.

"It was my lips, and they're right here on my face," he replied.

I raised my eyebrows at him. "You're a funny guy," I said. "And an amazing kisser," I added in a low voice.

"Thanks. You are too," he said. "I needed that... But anyway, that's me." He leaned back on the couch. "Always playing jokes on my co-workers."

"This man never lied," Taker said as he walked in the door and caught Shawn's last sentence. "I still haven't forgotten the time you hid my clothes when I was in the shower."

"Yeah, you kicked my ass for that," Shawn laughed. He turned to me. "But it was worth it because he was wearing these tight ass pink spandex shorts and he kept talking about how he was down with the devil at the same time. Those shorts screamed homosexual."

I looked at Taker, at his tall and imposing figure. He was very intimidating. But then I imagined him in tight, pink spandex shorts and I couldn't help but smile.

"I have pictures," Shawn said.

Taker gasped. "I thought I destroyed your camera?"

Shawn laughed. "Dude, that's why you always get an extra camera!"

We all laughed. "Well, we're gonna get a limo back to the hotel in a minute," Taker said. "Are you coming with us?"

"Sure. I'll meet you guys out there in the parking garage," Shawn said as we left the room.

"Now didn't you say you had a friend waiting for you?" Taker asked me as we headed back to my room.

"Yeah, Kayla," I said. "Poor thing, she's been waiting for me for a long time."

Taker pointed up ahead. "That your friend Kayla right there?"

I looked up ahead to where he pointed. And there she was, giggling up into Randy Orton's face as he touched her hair.

"Yeah, that's Kayla," I said. As we approached her, I smiled. "Oh Kayla, how's your day been?"

"It's been pretty good," she said.

"But her night will be even better," Randy put in. "She's staying with me."

"Cool," I said. "Well, have fun."

"Well, we're off," Randy said.

"My things are in his rental," Kayla explained to me. "We were just waiting for you so I could let you know."

"It's cool," I said, biting my lip and thinking of sleeping in a huge hotel room all by myself. The thought of it kind of creeped me out.

Kayla and I must have had some weird kind of telepathy, because she looked at me right then. "Will you be ok sleeping in that big hotel room all alone?" she asked me worriedly. "Because if you won't then I'll stay..."

"No, it's ok, just go have fun," I said.

"Thanks. I owe you big," she whispered in my ear. Then she and Randy walked off, arm in arm.

"And she hates wrestling," I laughed. "How ironic." I walked into the room.

Taker looked at me for a second, then followed me into the room. "Are you sure you're going to be ok sleeping all alone in a hotel room?" he asked.

"I'm kind of nervous about it," I admitted. "But who am I to rain on her parade? She deserves to have a little fun."

"I could stay with you," he volunteered. "Or you could stay with me."

"Oh, I wouldn't wanna impose on you," I said. "But would it really be ok?"

"I'd like it," he said. "Some of us married guys spend too many lonely nights in hotel rooms, alone with our thoughts. I'd enjoy having someone there of the opposite sex to at least talk to."

"At least?" I repeated.

"There's always more that could be done when you get two people together in a hotel room at night," he said. "I just try to keep it from going there."

"Your wife must really love you," I said.

"She wouldn't love me if she knew what I was thinking right now," he admitted.

"Would I?" I asked, just to see what he would say.

"Yeah, you would," he said.

"What's on your mind?" I asked curiously.

He thought for a minute. "Uh, I'll tell you later," he said finally. He helped me gather up my stuff. "Ready?"

"All set," I said.

"Great." He opened the door and held it for me. "Let's get the hell outta here. I'm starving!"

"Me, too," I agreed heartily. "Hungry for you," I thought.

He watched me as I walked out. Then he shut the door behind us and together we headed for the parking garage.