Dean smiled as he saw her sitting on front row at the next show again. She was always there, silently watching him and the others. What was it about this mysterious girl that intrigued him? He could have any woman in the audience he wanted. Anyone but her - and of course she was the one he wanted. Unreachable. He'd always been up for a challenge.

He raised his hands in the air as he came out victorious. The crowd was cheering him as always. He had been a fan favourite for a long time. He looked at her and decided to give her a clear invitation she couldn't misunderstand.

He rolled out of the ring and went over to where she was sitting. Everyone around her got to their feet at he approached and so did she. He grabbed her behind the head, pulled her close and licked her up her cheek. Everyone roared, screamed and clapped. He still held on tight as he leaned in.

"Come backstage," he whispered in her ear.

Then he let go and walked away, confident that she would be like any other fan, ready to take him up on his offer.

A few minutes later as the audience was starting to clear out, the usual ring rats made their way backstage. His eyes were looking through them, just waiting to see her face. He frowned and felt slightly angry when she wasn't there. He couldn't have made it more clear that he wanted her to come but she hadn't taken him up on his offer. He had never been turned down by a fan before. He ran this show and this place. No one ever told him no.

Someone grabbed his arm and tried to sweet talk her way to get his attention. He shook her off and went outside. There she was, standing and waiting for someone. He decided to walk over to her and give her a piece of his mind.

"I thought I told you to come backstage," he said.

She turned around and looked at him.

"You did," she said.
"So why didn't you?" He asked.

Before she could answer, a man walked over to her.

"Ready to go?" He asked.
"Yes," she answered.

Just then the man realized it was Dean standing there.

"Hey Dean, great match. I'm a huge fan," he said.
"Thank you. Sorry for bothering you like this. I was just talking with... ehm..." Dean said as he realized he didn't know her name.
"His niece," she quickly said before grabbing the man's arm and leading him away from Dean.

Dean slowly backed away as he watched them leave together.

"Don't go there," a voice sounded behind him.

He turned around and saw Miz standing there.

"You know her?" Dean asked.
"She's a hooker," Miz answered.

Dean turned his head just to see her disappear with the man in the car.

"She said she was his niece," he said.
"Well, she had to say something but trust me, she's a hooker, and a damn good one at it too," Miz said.
"How would you know?" Dean asked.
"I bought her a year ago. Just went to my car and it was over within a minute. I tell you, that girl knows how to roll her hips like no other. Never had any woman make me cum that fast," Miz answered.

Dean felt slightly angry. How dare Miz talk about her like that? He turned his head again but the car with her in it was long gone. Was she really a hooker? It kind of made sense with the way she dressed. But why would she come here show after show to watch them wrestle? As if Miz had read his mind, he continued the conversation.

"She comes here to pick up costumers. These days it's your fans she goes for. She's a clever one. When you win the main event, your fans will stand up and go crazy. She finds someone who looks like he's ready to celebrate your victory a little more after the show," he said.

Dean didn't feel like finding a ring rat or party anymore that night. Instead he went straight to his car and drove home. He didn't even bother to go inside. He needed to clear his head so he started walking through the night. He couldn't wrap his head around someone that beautiful was just a simple hooker. Maybe she wasn't. Maybe Miz had her mistaken for someone else and she just had a lot of uncles that liked wrestling too. He knew how stupid it sounded and yet he couldn't let the image of her inside his head go.