When Illyria told Beulah that it was going to be a long night she had no idea just how long it was going to be. First she had seen Terry (Brunk) get injured in his match with Rey Mysterio and neither men were able to finish which had done nothing more than piss Terry off.

Then she had seen Mick Foley take barb wire to Terry (Funk's) eye and injure him but one of the worst things she had seen yet that almost made her want to puke was when Adam Copeland speared Beulah and covered her for the win in a fashion that made Illyria's skin crawl. As she sat watching John's (Balls Mahoney's) match with hardly any interest because she was worried about Beulah and Terry (Funk) the door flew open and in walked Tom carrying his wife. "Beulah! Oh my god, are you okay?"

"Not right now but I will be." She winced, holding her ribs.

"How's Terry?" Illyria asked Tom.

"He's okay...that asshole is gonna pay for what he did!" Tom growled, sitting Beulah down on the couch. "Will you be okay here while I go check on Terry and get changed?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine...you go."

"I'll watch her Tom, don't worry." Illyria assured him and he nodded then left the room.

"Any sight of Jim yet?" Beulah questioned, smirking and Illyria growled.

"Over two hours into the fucking pay-per-view and still no sign of him."

"Just keep watching."

A familiar music started up and Illyria's head snapped around to the tv. "What the fuck is he doing out there?" She couldn't believe she was actually seeing Eugene from the WWE walking to the ring. "You have got to be fucking kidding me!" Illyria watched him walk to the ring and start reading some 'poem' he wrote and that's when it hit her. "Oh I feel sorry for you, you little punk." She said and started laughing.

"What are you talking about?" Beulah asked.

"Oh please, Jim told me I'm going to like it when he's out there and he knows..." Her words were cut off by a music starting up she didn't recognize and a really close-up shot of Jim's face. "Yes! I knew it!" Illyria watched him as he made his way down to the ring, drinking his beer and smoking his cigarette and Illyria smiled when they almost ripped his shirt off. "Rip his shirt off, you'll be doing me a favor. My god he looks gorgeous." Jim made his way down to the ring looking at Eugene as though he had two heads and she couldn't help but laugh. "Damn I love when he makes that face."

"Is there anything you don't like about him?" Beulah teased her and she blushed.

"Not anything I can think of, his voice especially drives me crazy. He's got that deep, raspy voice that just sends chills all over my body." She stated, never taking her eyes off the tv as Eugene tried to hug Jim only to receive a stiff kendo stick shot to the head. "And so is the beginning of the end of Eugene."

"You wanna beg? Beg, beg, beg." Jim yelled, getting the crowd to chant along with him and Illyria giggled.

"He'll have me begging for his other 'stick' later." She watched in amusement as Jim chased after Eugene clear to the back still hitting him with the kendo stick. "My god this is hilarious." He came back out and toasted the crowd, lifting the kendo stick above his head then left, going in the direction of where Illyria and Beulah were. "He's coming here." Sure enough the door opened a few minutes later to reveal a beer soaked Jim standing there with a smile on his face. "You almost knocked yourself the hell out didn't you?" Illyria asked him, walking over to him and wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed him fiercely.

"Yeah, got a little too excited with the beer can." He laughed, sweeping her up in his arms and she squealed in surprise. "You know you're getting soaked in beer, right?"

"Like I give a damn." She growled, biting down gently on his neck.

"Yeah, let me sit down before you start that huh?"

"Sorry." Illyria laughed as he sat down on the couch, settling her into his lap with her back facing Beulah.

"So, did you like it?"

"You know I did...I can't stand Eugene anyway and seeing you beat the hell out of him made my night a hell of a lot better."

"Glad to be of service baby. How you doing Beulah?" Jim asked, cursing softly when Illyria bit down on his neck again.

"A little better, my ribs are killing me though."

"Tommy will make that fucker pay, you know that."

"Yeah I know."

'One of a Kind' blasted through the arena and Illyria turned to the tv, smiling when her brother stepped out from behind the curtain. "God I hope he wins this."

"He will, Cena's nothing but a little punk ass who thinks he's hardcore." Jim stated and slid his hand up Illyria's mini-skirt making her gasp softly. "Better not make too much noise." He whispered in her ear and she looked at him in shock.

I can't believe he's doing this! Illyria tried her best to concentrate on the tv as John Cena made his way to the ring but she just couldn't ignore Jim's hand playing with her, slowly bringing her to an orgasm. "Why doesn't he just give it up already?" Illyria laughed, watching as Cena kept throwing his shirt into the crowd and they kept throwing it back.

Finally he did give up and dropped his shirt at ringside and the referee rung the bell. Just as the match started Illyria was on the verge of an orgasm when Jim suddenly pulled his hand back a little and she looked over at him.

"Not yet." He mouthed causing her to growl.

"You okay Lyria?" Beulah asked and Jim chuckled.

"Yeah just frustrated at Cena." More like frustrated at Jim and gonna castrate him if he doesn't let me cum. Just as she was contemplating the best way to hurt him Jim slid his hand back where it was and began his sweet assault on her body once again.

He kept at her and every time she would get close he'd pull away again until Rob hit the Five Star Frog Splash on John Cena and as Paul made the three count Illyria rode the wave of her orgasm, silently calling out Jim's name.

"Well, time to go celebrate!" Jim announced, pulling his hand out of her skirt and sitting her on the couch beside him.

Illyria watched him in shock and frustration as he headed towards the door and started to walk out but not before turning to her and licking his fingers clean.

I am SO going to fucking kill him for that!