"Rae, could you add more pizzazz to my entrance? You know, like yowza?"

"Rae, can you make the sound like really, really loud?"

"Rae, can you make the fire hotter?"

If anyone thought that rock stars had ridiculous requests, they had never been around professional wrestlers. As Rae listened to request after request at Smackdown, she was amazed at the sheer stupidity of some of the most popular wrestlers. Guys who had formal education or have been seasoned wrestlers thought she was able to create magic. After all, if she could make this Superstar's entrance look amazing, why couldn't she do the same for rest of them—all at once?

All I need is a stick, a pot of boiling water and some voodoo.

She was exhausted and could barely keep her eyes open yet Rae managed to look coherent during her meeting with Vince. He praised what she was doing and hinted that she was on her way to getting a raise. Rae noted that Vince said that she wasn't getting one anytime soon. But he did tell her that any request she had would be met as soon as possible.

How about a raise? Can that be met with great expedition?

As she worked on sharpening Rey Mysterio's entrance, Rae found her thoughts sidetracking to Dave yet again. She wanted to give up hope that nothing would ever happen between the two of them, but she wanted to cling on the possibly that something could happen. But with Dave acting like a gentleman and not a manipulative bastard, Rae's hopes for something even slightly sexual were shot to hell.

Just when Rae was daydreaming about Dave, a voice interrupted her fantasy. "I thought you were getting paid to do some goddamn work around here?"

Rae turned around and saw another one of her best friends. "Well, if it isn't Randy Orton? Come here and give me a hug, you misogynist motherfucker!" Rae laughed.

"Well, if it isn't Ms. Big…" Randy hesitated. Before his suspension, he was able to joke around with Rae all the time and knew she wouldn't get upset. He would call her all sorts of names ranging from Ms. Big Titties to Fellatio Delight. Now he was struggling to tease her without getting slapped with another suspension. "Ms. Big…Smile."

Rae smiled as she gave him a hug. "I think someone should've brushed up on his vocabulary before he returned."

Randy rolled his eyes as he gave her a nice peck on her lips. "Whatever. What's up with you? I'm gone for two months and you didn't bother to visit me?"

"Visit you? Um, you're the one who had all the free time in the world, Orton." Rae smiled. "Unless getting serviced by your fiancée was more important."

"She's not my fiancée." Randy retorted.

Rae had a surprised look on her face. "Oh? Problems with the wifey?"

Randy shook his head. "Nevermind about me. What's going on with you and 'Tista? I heard that he was hitting it."

Rae wasn't amused. "You heard that from where?"

He shrugged. "Here, there, this person, that person."

"Asshole, you know you don't have any friends here."

"I want to know!" Randy said before he pulled Rae closer to him. He rubbed her back and breathed in the scent of her perfume. "Aren't you going to tell me Rae?"

Rae felt herself giggling like a little school girl when Randy held her. His deep voice embraced her ear and flowed throughout her core. There was always some sexual tension between the two of them but much to Randy's chagrin, Rae never took him seriously because of his age—and attitude. "We're just friends, Randy."

"Better be."

She pulled away from him as she smirked. "Jealous, much?"

"Of that gimpy motherfucker? Are you kidding me?" Randy shook his head. "Whatever."

Rae faked a pout as she stuck out her bottom lip. "Sounds like someone is a little jealous that he can't see me wearing next to nothing late at night." She whined.

"What could you be wearing that I haven't seen already?"

Rae pulled him closer to her. "Remember how nice my tits looked when I wore that really tight white tee? Yeah, I wear that all the time."

Randy licked his lips. Rae never appreciated her hour-glass figure despite his constant compliments. She was—in his words—stacked. "I love how you look in your white tees."

"I bet you do, you woman-hating asshole." She laughed.

"Hey now, I don't hate women. I respect women."

"Uh-huh."

"I do. I just don't like bitches, sluts, whores, tramps, chickenheads, hussies, and cu…"

Rae shook her head. "Don't say it, Orton."

Randy puckered his lips. "You get the point. I respect you, Rae."

"You better." Dave said behind Randy. "Because if you didn't, there would be problems."

Randy turned around and faced Dave. When they were in Evolution, they got along famously. But many wondered if they only got along so well because they were in the presence of Ric and Hunter. "Dave."

"Randy."

Rae felt the tension between both men and stood in to play peacekeeper. They weren't the best of friends and how much of their on-screen animosity was just acting was debated. "So Dave, did you want to go over your entrance?"

Dave nodded without moving his eyes from his younger nemesis. "Sure. I'll see you around, kid."

I'll show who's the kid around here, motherfucker. "Bye, Dave."

Dave followed Rae back into the sound booth as they settled at the computer screen. "What was that about?" He asked.

"What was what about?"

"Don't act, Rae."

"Randy and I were just catching up, David. What's it to you, anyways?"

"I don't like you being around him. He has no respect for women whatsoever."

"And hearing that coming from you?" Rae smiled. "Isn't that the kettle calling the pot black?"

Dave brushed off Rae's attempt at a low-blow comment. "He has a lot of growing up to do, Rachel."

"He's maturing at the Orton rate."

"Well, it's not fast enough."

Rae turned to face Dave. He quickly went from being someone who was being considerate and thoughtful to just being annoying with over-protectiveness. "Are you saying this because you're looking out for my best interest or is it because of jealousy?"

Dave shot Rae a disbelieving look. "You think I'm jealous of a guy who deliberately ruins his career by being a Class-A asshole?"

"I'm 26 years old, David. I can take care of myself just fine."

"I know you can, Rachel." Dave said as he looked over at her with an intensity that rocked her core. "I never doubted that you could."

Rae smiled as she thought about one request she could give to Vince. It was going to be to turn down the thermostat in the sound booth. It was getting too hot for her liking.