"It's so pretty! You sure you have the money for this?"

"Yeah, paid for by the WWE." He joked. The couple was laying in a hotel room facing the wind-capped Atlantic. "They had a show here, we flew in on a different plane, still paid by Vince."

"So all the other Superstars are on our vacation?"

"We don't ever have to see them." Hunter checked the time, 11:00 pm. "I'm just gonna run downstairs and get us a bottle of something fancy and some sort of dessert food. I'll be right back." He kissed his girlfriend and left the room. "Hi, my name is Hunter Hearst Helmsley, Triple H, I need Dave Batista's room number. I'm staying with him and he forget to leave me the number." The girl's jaw dropped, her eyes popped out and she turned into a fit of giggles. "You ok? I know CPR, just warn me before you pass out."

"241, did, did you, did you get your key?" She lifted a lanyard with a plastic hotel key on the end. "I can walk you if you want, it's confusing. I'll get Jorge to run the desk." Hunter gagged as a small amount of sweat ran down her forehead. She was bright red, excited and nervous. Her hands worked through her hair, and she wished she'd done it up better that morning.

"No thanks, I don't want to get you in trouble." He took the key and wrapped it over his shoulders. "Thanks for getting me my key though. Maybe I'll bring you back an autograph later."

"You can sign this now, if you want." She pulled a conveniently placed autograph booklet from her purse. Hunter reached for a pen and signed it generously.

"There you go." He stepped back and crossed to the elevator. Once he located the room he slid the card in the door of room 241, an empty beer bottle in hand. "Found this on the railing litter bug." Dave turned his head, a nearly naked unknown woman squealed beneath him. "Payback's a bitch, bitch." Dave pushed up, tried to gain balance, but seeing as his alcohol level matched his sperm count he wobbled, giving Hunter the perfect opportunity to strike.

"Fuck my head." Dave fell face first on the mattress. "Hunter, what the . . .ow. Good . . .what did I do?"

"Oh, I think you know. Don't you ever threaten my Ashley again." Hunter helped the girl find her clothes and walked her to her car. "He's not a good guy, think a little harder next time. Are you good to drive?"

"I'm fine, thank you Mr. Triple H sir."

"No problem." He laughed. "But remember, you didn't see anything back there. He deserved it, is all I'm going to say." He shut the girl's car door. "Drive safe." He wandered back to the kitchen and ordered a bottle of Chardonnay and some finger sandwiches.

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"You're beautiful." Trevor whispered into his newest girlfriend's ear. "Would you mind if I kissed you?" She turned to face him.

"I'm sorry about your fiancé, everybody is." He studied her face, pale with obvious help from makeup, a bottle blond, her roots were showing. She had three piercing in each ear and a fourth in her right higher up. Green eyes, light circles showing the edges of her color changing contacts. She was fake. Trevor wondered if she was real anywhere on her body, or in personality. Trevor's fingers stroked her chin and wrapped around her throat.

"I'd say don't scream, but you're going to die either way." He held her against the wall and punched her stomach. "Have fun. Say hello to the devil, I'm sure we'll be good friends one day."