A/N: Sorry that it's been a few days since I updated the story and "Miss Me Baby" but two days ago my computer crashed and I lost EVERYTHING! Luckily I had my stories saved on a disk and have been trying to get them in order again so I should be posting pretty regularly again here within the next few days. Again I apologize to anyone who has been reading my stories and I promise to make-up for it. Please review and let me know what you think of this chapter!

"You do know that is complete and utter bullshit right?" Illyria questioned Beulah.

"What is?"

"The fuckin' WWE guys being able to come out to their music but our guys all had to come out at once." She stated and Beulah laughed.

"You just wanted to see Jim's entrance."

"Damn straight but that's beside the point...ooh I can't stand that cocky asshole." Illyria growled, glaring at Randy Orton.

"I don't think anyone can." Beulah said then started laughing. "Look at Jim, he's standing on the turnbuckle while everyone else fights."

"Why am I not surprised about that? There he goes...come on Jim!" She cheered him on then realized what she was doing and started blushing. "Sorry."

"It's okay, I find myself doing the same thing with Tommy's matches." Beulah stated.

The battle royal went on for a while with Jim and Kurt Angle being the last two ECW guys in the ring against the last two WWE guys who happened to be Randy Orton and Paul Wight (Big Show). "Dammit!" Illyria exclaimed when Jim was eliminated. Randy ended up eliminating Kurt which everyone thought meant WWE had won until Paul Wight ripped his Raw shirt off to reveal an ECW shirt underneath. "Holy shit! ECW has Paul Wight!" She screamed, unable to believe it as she watched him eliminate Randy giving ECW the win. "YES!" Both women yelled and hugged just as the locker room door opened and the guys started filing in.

"We interrupting something?" Jim teased and Illyria winked at Beulah who nodded.

"Yeah...could you come back in a few hours?"

"Damn tease." He grumbled, pulling her into his arms.

"Payback's a bitch isn't it babe?" She asked, smiling sweetly up at him. "I'm proud of you, you know? I'm proud of all of you." The door to the locker room opened and in walked a smiling Paul Heyman followed by Paul Wight. "Holy shit!"

"Well, hello to you too." Paul Wight chuckled, looking down at her.

"Sorry, I just never expected to see you here."

"That a good or bad holy shit? Or one I should be worried about?" Jim questioned her, laughing.

"It's a good one and you never have anything to worry about."

"We have another quick promo to shoot but I'm not sending you two out there again so you'll just have to hide off camera." Paul Heyman said.

"No problem Paulie." The two women huddled in a corner and watched as they shot the promo welcoming Paul Wight into ECW. Illyria watched Jim intently as he sat completely focused on his kendo stick until Paul toasted with beer and he came alive as they all drank and did an ECW chant. The promo ended and she walked over to Jim, leaning up to whisper something in his ear. "Can we make them wish they were in your shoes?" She asked and he smiled evilly, knowing exactly what she wanted.

"Somebody give me a damn beer!" He yelled.

"Here man, calm your drunk ass down." Michael Manna (Stevie Richards) said, handing him a beer.

"Yeah, you won't be saying that shit when you see what I'm about to do with it." Jim stated as he popped the top on the beer. "You ready baby?" He asked, looking down at Illyria who nodded. Jim grabbed a handful of her hair, pulled her head back and kissed her roughly as he poured the beer over her chest causing her to moan in his mouth.

"Oh no, here we go again!" Tom called out, laughing.

"What the hell?" Michael questioned then watched in shock as Jim buried his face in Illyria's chest. "Shit!" He hissed.

"You okay over there Michael?" Illyria asked, giggling.

"Just fine, you guys do that all the time?"

"Nah, only the second time I've done it to her but I'll be damned if it doesn't make my beer taste a hell of a lot better."

"You going out tonight baby?" Illyria questioned, her hands discreetly going under his shirt and tracing patterns over his stomach.

"I planned on it."

"Fine with me, I want to go back to the hotel though so can I take the car?"

"Lyria?" Beulah spoke up and Illyria looked around Jim's side at her.

"Yeah?"

"I'll go with you so we can hang out some more."

"Sounds good. Keys?" She asked, pulling one hand out from underneath his shirt, holding it out to him and smiling sweetly.

"Yeah, yeah...just be careful." Jim said, digging the keys out of his bag and giving her a quick kiss.

"You too." Illyria stated, scraping her nails lightly across his stomach causing him to growl and grab for her but she got away from him and grabbed Beulah's hand, pulling her quickly out of the locker room.

"You love him don't you?" Beulah questioned once they were in the car and out of the parking lot.

"I...how did you know?"

"I can see it in your eyes, it's the same look I have in mine when I look at Tommy or think about him."

"Yeah I do, I think I have for a long time but things were just too complicated back then. Please don't say anything to anybody though...not even Tom. It's too soon to tell Jim but when the time comes I want to be the one he hears it from, no one else." Illyria said and Beulah smiled.

"Don't worry I won't tell anyone." They pulled into the hotel parking lot and no sooner had they got out of the car when Mark stepped up beside Illyria.

"What's going on Mark?"

"Jim called me and told me what happened with Cena and so he wants me to make sure the two of you get to your room all right."

Illyria was about to say something else when her cell phone rang. "That's probably him right now. Hello?"

"Baby? Is Callaway there with you?" Jim asked.

"Yes, we have our personal bodyguard. You didn't have to do that you know."

"Yeah I did. Brunk said Cena's pissed off about you punching him and I wasn't about to take any chances."

"All right, I...I'll see you later." She stated, mentally kicking herself for almost saying those three little words.

"Try not to talk about my 'big stick' too much now." He laughed.

"Who said we were going to talk about yours anyway?"

"Now baby that's harsh, I might just have to punish you for that."

"Ooh! You promise?" Illyria teased him.

"Hell yeah...I gotta go now but I shouldn't be gone too long."

"Take your time and have fun."

"Okay, see you later baby." Jim said.

"Bye." She hung up the phone just as they arrived at her and Jim's room. "Well Mark, thanks for walking us here and tell Sara I'll give her a call tomorrow so we can hang out a little before we head to New York for the pay-per-view."

"Will do darlin' and if you need anything just remember I'm a phone call away." Mark stated, hugging her.

"I know and thanks again." Illyria unlocked the door and she and Beulah stepped inside.

"You know, it's good that Jim has someone like you...someone who will let him do the things he enjoys doing the most." Beulah told her and she laughed, knowing that Beulah meant his smoking, drinking and partying.

"He's been doing it long before I came around so I have no right to try and make him stop, I don't want him to stop actually. Any other guy and I wouldn't be able to stand being near them but there's just something about seeing him standing there with a cigarette in his mouth and a beer in his hand that does something to me. Besides that I'm just not the type of person to say 'Oh, if you don't stop all that shit I'm gone.' that's just not who I am." The two women sat for a while swapping stories back and forth until they heard the hotel room door opening and in stepped Jim and Tom. "Hey baby, have fun?"

"Yeah but we came back here to have even more fun." Jim said, falling down on the bed and yawning.

"Well, we're going to our room so we'll see you guys tomorrow." Tom stated, hugging Illyria.

"All right...be careful and thanks for hanging out with me Beulah."

"It's no problem, we'll have to do it some more." She told her, giving Illyria a hug.

"Sounds good to me." Illyria walked them to the door and watched them as they walked down the hall and disappeared into the elevator. She turned back to Jim who was still lying on the bed with his eyes closed. "Jim, baby, you're tired so why don't we just go to sleep and we can have our fun in the morning before we leave?" Illyria heard him curse but he still never opened his eyes. "Come on baby, stand up." He cursed again but finally stood up, smiling when she started stripping his clothes off. Jim pulled her up into a passionate kiss, falling back on the bed so that she was on top of him. "Baby you're tired."

"Not too tired for this." He growled and flipped her over so he was on top causing her to giggle.