It was the Sunday of One Night Stand and Illyria was sitting in the locker room with Jim, curled up against his side as he ran his hand up and down her back. The whole backstage area was buzzing with excitement for the show and Illyria couldn't believe it. "It's amazing back here tonight."
"That's right, you weren't back here for the last one were you?" Jim asked her pulling her on to his lap so she was straddling his legs, facing him.
"No, Sonya (Rob's wife) wouldn't let me."
"Why the hell not?"
"Honestly? I think deep down she knew about my crush on you and didn't want me to do anything stupid." Illyria told him and he laughed.
"Yeah I did." A female voice said from the doorway and Illyria turned her head to see Sonya standing there with a small smile on her face.
"Sonya! You're here, oh my god! Rob didn't tell me you were coming tonight." Illyria stated, climbing off Jim's lap long enough to give her sister-in-law a quick hug then she sat back down on Jim's lap.
"I didn't want him to tell you, I wanted it to be a surprise. Is there anyone I could talk to you alone for a few minutes?"
"Yeah, sure...come on. I'll be back soon Jim." She said, giving him a kiss.
"If anything happens call me."
"I will." Illyria and Sonya walked out of the locker room and decided to go outside to talk. "What's up?"
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Sonya snapped and Illyria looked at her in shock.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me! You fight with Rob and tell him you don't want anything to do with him anymore all because of some drunk asshole who's fifteen years older than you...what the hell is wrong with you?"
"First of all it's none of your business what goes on between Rob and I, we're brother and sister and that's what matters to me. Secondly, we made up and he understands that I really do like Jim and there's nothing he can do or say that's going to change my mind. Thirdly, don't you ever and I do mean EVER call Jim a drunk asshole again! I don't answer to Rob and I sure as hell don't answer to you so if I want to be with someone who's fifteen years older than me that's my business and no one else's. I don't know where you get off thinking you have some right to talk to me like this but I'm here to tell you that the next time you do...I won't hesitate to knock you flat on your ass, my brother's wife or not." Illyria growled, turned on her heels and stormed back inside the building. She spotted Rob talking to Paul Heyman and walked over to him with a purpose.
"Oh shit!" Paul exclaimed when he saw the look on her face and Rob turned to see what he was looking at.
"Lyria? What's wrong?" Rob asked.
"I don't know what the fuck your wife's problem is but she had better keep her nose out of my business."
"What are you talking about?"
"She came in the locker room where Jim and I were and asked to talk to me so we went outside and she asked me what the hell my problem was. When I asked her what she meant she started in about our fight and started calling Jim names." Illyria explained and she could see the shocked expression on his face.
"She did what?"
"I really don't feel like repeating myself Rob but I'll tell you the same thing I told her, she starts that shit on me again and I won't hesitate to knock her on her ass. I've never had a problem with Sonya before and you know that...I actually liked her a lot but when she starts talking shit about my man that's where I draw the line. I know damn well she'd do the same thing if someone talked shit about you. Yeah, you and I do have our fights but that's between us not us and her."
"I'll talk to her." Rob assured his sister.
"That's all I'm asking of you." She said and walked back into the locker room where Jim was waiting for her.
"What happened?" Jim asked when he noticed that she was upset about something.
"We got outside and she started bitching at me."
"What the fuck for?"
"About the fight that Rob and I got in and about my being with you. She called you a couple of names and I threatened to knock her on her ass." Illyria explained.
"What did she call me?"
"That's not important and please promise me that you're not going to get into a fight with Rob about this. He's already assured me that he's going to talk to her about it and he knows how I feel as well."
"All right." He agreed and pulled her down on his lap. "Are you staying back here tonight?"
"If you want me to."
"I do."
"Then I will." She told him and he kissed her. The door to the locker room opened up and in walked Tom, Beulah, Terry (Funk), Terry (Brunk), John (Balls Mahoney) and Charles (Tony Mamaluke). "Charlie!" Illyria exclaimed and jumped off Jim's lap, tackling Charles to the floor and he laughed.
"Okay, I deserved that."
"Damn straight you did." Illyria replied, standing up. She turned to Terry (Brunk) who immediately tilted his head to one side and she giggled a little only to have him look at her questioningly. "You look like Kane when you do that. What's up?"
"You're angry, I can feel it radiating off of you." He stated and she growled. "What happened?"
"I got into an argument with Sonya."
"About what?" John asked, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and she smiled a little.
"About me." Jim spoke up and they all turned to him. "Seems she isn't too happy with me and Lyria being together."
"Don't worry about her Lyria, we all know how happy you are with Jim and that's all that matters." Beulah said, giving her a hug.
"Thanks Beulah. I know you're right and I know that is all that matters but it pissed me off because she and I used to get along so well."
"Maybe you will again once she realizes that you and Jim are happy together and that you're not going to give him up just because she doesn't like you being with him." Tom stated.
"I hope so." The door to the locker room opened again and Paul Heyman stepped in.
"Oh good, you two are here." He said, looking at Beulah and Illyria. "I had a small room set up for the two of you with a security guard posted outside the door so you can watch the show from there while the guys will be in here getting ready. Beulah a stage hand will come get you when it's time for Tommy's match."
"Sounds good. Walk us there?" Illyria asked Jim and Tom who nodded. The four of them walked out of the locker room and followed Paul to the room he had for them. When they got inside Illyria smiled at what she saw, there was a leather couch sitting against one wall and a good size tv sitting against the opposite wall with what looked like a mini bar in the corner and a table full of food. "Wow Paulie, you didn't have to do all this."
"I just wanted you guys to be comfortable since it's going to be a long night."
"Well, I appreciate it."
"I do too." Beulah stated, smiling. Paul gave Illyria a hug and walked out of the room.
"Well, we should get back and get ready." Tom stated, giving Beulah a quick kiss.
"When are you going to be out there tonight?" Illyria questioned Jim who just smiled.
"You'll have to wait and see."
"That's not fair."
"You'll like it when I'm out there, trust me." Jim replied, his arm snaking around her waist and his hand sliding down to give her ass a squeeze.
"All right, since you put it that way." She said, leaning up to kiss him. Illyria watched as he and Tom walked out of the room then she turned to Beulah. "Do you know when he's gonna be out there?" She asked causing Beulah to laugh.
"Yeah but he told me not to tell you."
"Dammit!" Illyria grabbed a bottle of water and sat down on the couch. "This is going to be a long night."