It was the night of ECW's re-debut on tv and Illyria sat in the locker room with Jim as he went over the schedule for that night, her eye catching who he was going to be facing and she started laughing. "You have got to be fucking kidding me! A damn Zombie?"

"That's what they told me, look at it this way baby...you get to see me cane the hell out of someone." Jim said, smiling evilly because he knew that it turned her on to watch him hurt people.

"That's the only good thing about this whole bullshit situation." His match was up first after Paul Heyman got done giving her brother the ECW world championship. Adam Copeland ended up coming out with his slut and spearing Rob which only managed to piss Illyria off. "Who the hell does he think he is? I hope Rob kicks his ass, I really do."

"He'll kick his ass baby don't worry. I have to go for my match though so stay back here and stay out of trouble."

"Me? Get in trouble? Now would I ever do such a thing like that?" Illyria asked, pulling him down for a kiss.

"Yes you would."

"I see how you are...see if you get any tonight."

"You know you'll give in." Jim stated, laughing.

"Yeah, probably." She agreed. Illyria watched him walk out the door and turned her attention to the monitor just as Beulah walked in the room. "Hey Beulah! Come to watch my man kick some Zombie ass?"

"Yeah, should be pretty hilarious." Beulah replied, sitting down beside Illyria.

The Zombie came out and Illyria couldn't help but laugh. "Dear god I hope Jim can keep a straight face because I know I sure as hell couldn't." He grabbed a microphone and did what Illyria could only assume was growl in it for a few minutes until finally Jim's music started up and he made his way to the ring. "Oh thank you for finally shutting that idiot up." As Jim did his usual climbing on the barricades and drinking beer he almost fell countless times causing Illyria's heart to almost jump out of her chest. "I'm so scared one of these times he's going to fall off of there and really hurt himself." When he got to the ring the Zombie walked towards him but didn't get very far when Jim suddenly cracked him over the head with his kendo stick. "Damn, that had to hurt." The match didn't even last five minutes when Jim hit the White Russian Leg Sweep and got the pin.

"Well, that was quick." Beulah laughed.

"No kidding. A little too quick for me, I like watching him hurt people." Illyria giggled, watching as Jim chased the Zombie all the way to the back, hitting him with the kendo stick until they got almost to the curtain then he cracked him over the head with one of his beer cans. The cameraman caught a close-up of him laughing and Illyria gasped. "Shit." She groaned causing Beulah to giggle. "I so hope he doesn't plan on going out tonight." The door to the locker room opened a few minutes later and Illyria looked up from the couch to see Jim standing there with a smile on his face.

"Enjoy it?"

"Too short for me." Illyria stated and he laughed.

"Tell me you're talking about the match."

"Well..." She trailed off, giggling when his mouth dropped open. "Of course I'm talking about the damn match Jim."

"Good answer. I got a surprise for you baby."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, we need to get back to the hotel and pack our bags." Jim said, walking over and sitting on the couch beside her.

"We do? What for?"

"I got a call from an old friend...we're going to Atlanta for a visit."

It took her a minute to put everything together but once she did her eyes went wide and a big smile broke out on her face. "We're going to see Scotty?"

"Yeah, he called and invited me so I asked him if you could come too."

"Let me go say bye to Rob first then we'll go." Illyria turned to Beulah and saw that she had a evil smile on her face. "Don't even say it! You're the only one who knows about that."

"She's the only one that knows about what?" Jim asked.

"Nothing."

"Don't lie to me baby."

"I'm not fucking lying Jim...I just don't want to say." She muttered.

"Tell me."

"Scotty's another one I've had a crush on for a few years." Illyria told him, blushing.

"How many years?"

"Nine."

"All right, let's go then." He questioned and she looked at him in shock.

"You still want me to go?"

"Why wouldn't I? Do I have a reason not to trust you around him?"

"No." She replied. Sure, she did like Scott Levy (Raven) but there was no way in hell she would ever do anything to jeopardize her relationship with Jim. "I like Scotty sure, but you're the one I want to be with."

"Then let's get the hell out of here." Jim said, smiling as he stood up and pulled her up with him.

Beulah stood up with them and Illyria gave her a hug. "I'll see you at the next show girl, have fun."

"I plan on it." Lyria responded. "Keep my brother and the Terry Twins in line for me, would you?"

"Sure thing." The three of them walked out of the locker room that Paul Heyman always had up for Beulah and Illyria and made their way to the men's locker room.

Jim opened the door and stuck his head in, giving Illyria a perfect view of his ass. "Hey Szat...ah, dammit Lyria!" He exclaimed, jumping a little when he felt her pinch his ass.

"Sorry." Came the giggled apology from behind him.

"Szatowski! Your sister needs to talk to you." Jim called into the locker room then turned to Illyria who stood there smiling innocently at him. "You're in for it later."

"Promise?" She asked and before he got the chance to answer Rob walked out into the hall.

"You need something Lyria?"

"Yeah. Jim and I are taking off, Scott Levy invited him to Atlanta for a visit and Jim wants me to go with him."

"How long you going to be gone?"

"We'll be back on Sunday." Jim spoke up.

Five days alone with Jim and Scotty? Oh, life is SO good! "I'll call you when we get there to let you know we made it okay but other than that you probably won't hear from me, it'll be mine and Jim's time to ourselves." Illyria told Rob and he nodded.

"Just make sure you do call when you get there."

"I will." She said and gave him a hug. "I love you Rob."

"Love you too Lyria, be careful."

"We will." Illyria gave Beulah another hug before Jim took her hand and they walked out of the arena together. They got back to the hotel and packed their things as quickly as they could because their flight out to Atlanta was in an hour. Two hours later they were sitting on a plane bound for Atlanta, Illyria's head on Jim's shoulder and his head on top of hers as they slept through the plane ride.