"Beulah!" Illyria called out when she saw Tom standing in the hallway with his wife.
"Lyria!" Beulah laughed and the two women hugged each other. "How are you sweetie?" Beulah asked and Illyria glanced back at Jim, a smile on her face.
"I'm really good, my life's going..." Illyria's words were cut off as she was tackled to the floor by a man who was laughing. "The FUCK?" She yelled and looked up at the man on top of her only to burst out laughing. "Charlie! (Tony Mamaluke) You do know you could get your ass kicked for that right?"
"You know you love me little sis." Charles laughed, tickling her.
"She ain't talking about getting your ass kicked by her boy." Jim spoke up and Charles froze. "That happens to be my woman you're on top of right now." He said and watched in amusement as Charles scrambled off of Illyria and stood up quickly.
"Shit man, I'm sorry...I had no idea!" Charles apologized, reaching out and helping Illyria up who was currently laughing at the whole situation.
"Charlie calm down, he's just messing with you. He knows how close we are." She assured him and he sighed in relief. "So, besides tackling women to the floor...what have you been up to?" Illyria asked as they all walked to the ECW locker room.
"Well, hello there sweet thing." A male voice said and Illyria looked away from Charles to see John Cena standing in front of her, looking her up and down.
She heard Jim growl and quickly looked over at Rob, winking at him and he nodded.
"Let her play this out Jim, trust me you'll like it." Rob whispered and Illyria smiled a little.
"John Cena, right?"
"Glad to see you know who I am. Now, don't you think it's only fair I know who you are?" He asked, stepping closer to her and smiling down at her.
God, please allow me to keep from slapping him. "Of course! My name's Illyria." She stated, smiling seductively at him.
"Such a beautiful name...what's such a gorgeous woman like you doing with scum like this?" John questioned, glaring at the men and Beulah who stood behind her.
"But Johnny, you didn't let me tell you my last name." Illyria purred, reaching out and running her right hand over his chest. Fuck, I'm gonna puke!
"Oh, my bad...what's your last name then?" He asked and her seductive smile quickly turned evil.
Bingo you stupid motherfucker! "My name is Illyria Szatowski, little sister to the man who's gonna take your title this Sunday and girlfriend to the man who's gonna break a fucking kendo stick over your head if you don't back your punk ass up off me!" Illyria growled and John's eyes went wide when Jim walked up behind her and wrapped an arm possessively around her waist. "Tonight Cena these men standing behind me and the ones that aren't here right now are going to show the WWE why you don't fuck with ECW!"
"Now get the fuck out of here unless you want an early preview." Jim demanded, watching as John turned and quickly walked away.
"And now if you'll excuse me, I have to go wash my hands." Illyria said and Beulah laughed.
"Come on girl, I'll walk with you since we have a lot of catching up to do." Beulah offered, kissing Tom.
"Sure thing! Hey Jim?"
"Yeah?"
"How about giving me an early preview?" She asked, turning her head and smiling seductively up at him. He laughed, spun her around and grabbed two handfuls of her hair, jerking her head back roughly and kissed her hard. "Fuck, if that's the preview I can't wait for the whole show." Illyria murmured after he ended the kiss. She and Beulah started to walk off until she felt a stinging slap on her ass and turned around to find Jim grinning evilly at her. "Ooh thank you Mr. Sandman! May I have another?" Illyria questioned and he laughed before slapping her ass again.
"All right girl, let's get you out of here before you two go at in the hallway." Beulah said, laughing.
"Yeah, yeah, ruin all my fun why don't you?" Illyria grumbled as Beulah took her by the arm and led her down the hall. "Watch it! That's the contaminated arm."
"So, Tommy tells me that you and Jim have been together for a couple of days now." Beulah stated once they were inside the bathroom.
"Yep! Seems like a lot longer though because we get along so well...not to mention the fact that the sex is mind blowing." Illyria sighed dreamily causing Beulah to giggle.
"I know how that is but I gotta ask...why Jim?"
"You know besides Rob, you're the only other person to ask me that. I don't know to be honest with you...there's just something about him that gets to me. I know most people see him as what Joey Styles says 'the beer drinking, cigarette smoking, cane swinging bastard' but there's another side to him that not many people see. As far as his beer drinking and cigarette smoking goes...I think that makes him all the more sexier, most men would repulse me with those things but like I said, there's just something about him. I've had a crush on him ever since I was seventeen years old but I was too young to do anything about it back then and besides that he was still married at the time."
"I don't want to sound like I'm putting him down or anything because I'm not but...how does he treat you?" Beulah asked.
"It's okay, I understand you asking that. Jim treats me really good actually...he's possessive and demanding which is something I've always liked but he also knows how to be sweet and kind when the time calls for it. He can also be a sneaky bastard too." Illyria giggled.
"What do you mean?" Beulah questioned as they walked out of the bathroom.
"The other night when I got into a fight with Rob and was going to stay with Mark and Sara Callaway he offered to let me stay with him because he said that he had double beds in his room so I took him up on the offer. Well, when I got we got into the room there was only a king-size bed. He tried to play it off by saying that all the beer must have been getting to him but I could tell by the look in his eyes that he knew all along there was only one bed." She explained, knocking on the ECW locker room door.
"Did you end up staying with him?"
"Yeah, there was no way I was going to pass up a chance to sleep in the same bed with him." Illyria said just as Rob opened the door. "Everybody dressed in there?"
"Yeah. Come on in." He stated, stepping aside and both women walked into the locker room.
"You two women done gossiping?" Tom asked, wrapping an arm around Beulah's shoulders.
"For now. Lyria was just filling me in on the trick Jim played on her." Beulah replied, grinning over at Jim.
"Baby what lies have you been telling on me?" Jim questioned.
"It wa...did you just call me baby?"
"Yeah, you got a problem with that?"
"No, just didn't expect it. It wasn't a lie though...I told her about the first night we stayed together." Illyria explained to him and he laughed.
"It was all that beer getting to me, I'm telling ya." The door to the locker room opened and Paul Heyman stepped inside.
"Hey Paulie." Illyria greeted him with a hug that he happily returned.
"Hey honey, glad you could make it tonight." He laughed, knowing full well that she had no choice since Jim told her she was going to be there.
"Haha very funny."
"Wasn't it though? I don't mean to be rude or anything honey but you and Beulah are going to have to leave for a few minutes cause we have a promo to shoot."
"Okay, not a problem!" Illyria replied, turning around and kissing Jim. "We'll be right outside the door."
"Just yell if you have any problems." He instructed her and she nodded. Illyria took Beulah's hand and the two women walked out of the locker room together.
"See? He's so sweet when he wants to be." Illyria stated, smiling.
"I guess he is."
"I really...shit!" She hissed when she saw John Cena walking towards them and before she had a chance to do anything he knocked Beulah down and clamped a hand over Illyria's mouth, dragging her away from the ECW locker room kicking and screaming beneath his hand.
"Calm down you little bitch!" John barked, dragging her into an empty locker room. "Now, I'm going to take my hand away from your mouth and you best not scream...got me?" He asked and she quickly nodded. John took his hand away and Illyria growled.
"What the fuck is your deal Cena?"
"It's not his deal, it's mine you little ECW whore." A male voice hissed and she turned around to see Adam Copeland standing there with Amy Dumas.
Shit! "What the hell do you want with me?" She asked, trying her best to hide the fear in her voice. Jim please get here soon. Just then her cell phone rang out with 'Enter Sandman' and Adam growled.
"Answer it but you better not say a damn thing about where we are."
"Hello?"
"Baby where are you?" Jim asked.
"What's that? Rob you already know my favorite band is 3 Doors Down so why are you asking me that?" Illyria questioned, hoping like hell he would get the hint.
"Be there soon."
"Oh, okay. Tell Beulah it isn't my CD then." She said and hung up her phone.
Adam was about to say something but was interrupted by the locker room door bursting open and Jim, Tom, Rob, Terry (Brunk), Charles and Paul came storming in the room along with Beulah. "What the hell?"
"You stupid asshole! My favorite band is Metallica, that's why I have the ring tone...three doors down just happens to be where punk ass Cena brought me." Illyria laughed and stepped over by Beulah just in time to miss being hit by Jim swinging the kendo stick at Adam's head.
The beating of both men went on for about ten minutes until officials came flying in the room to break it up but not before Illyria got over to Amy and gave her a stiff kick in the stomach. "That's for fucking with Tom and Terry (Funk)!" She screamed before two strong arms wrapped around her waist and began dragging her away. Illyria was about to kick whoever it was until she looked down at the arms and recognized the familiar barbed wire tattoo. "One more please?" She whispered and he let her go. Illyria walked with a purpose over to John Cena, drew her fist back and punched him squarely in the jaw. "And that's for punching my man you stupid punk ass!" She turned around to Jim with a smile on her face. "Okay, you can commence dragging me now."
"How about I do something better?" Jim asked, smiling evilly and without warning he lifted her up and threw her over his shoulder as he carried her out of the locker room.
"Oh yeah...this is so much better! Gives me a perfect view of your nice ass." Illyria said, laughing.
They all sat in the ECW locker room talking until it was time for the battle royal and Jim kissed her roughly before heading for the door. "I'll be back soon."
"Try not to make it too soon and be careful out there hmm?" She asked right before he walked out.