Illyria walked hesitantly into the arena in Albany, New York. She didn't want to be there but she had told Terry (Brunk) that she would show up and there was no way she was going to lie to him. "I should've just stayed home." Illyria mumbled.

"Illyria Ann!" Terry Brunk called out and she looked down the hall to see him standing there with Tom and Beulah.

"Hey guys." She greeted them, her voice hollow and sad.

"Sweetie how are you holding up?" Beulah asked, hugging her.

"Barely. Is he going to be here tonight?"

"He already is." Tom stated. "Don't worry though, Terry's already warned him to stay away from you."

"Thanks Terry."

"No problem honey."

"Lyria?" Michael's voice spoke up from behind her and her body immediately stiffened.

"What the hell do you want?" Illyria snapped, turning around to face him.

"I just wanted to apologize."

"It's too late for that Michael."

"Manna! I thought I warned you to stay the fuck away from her!" Jim's voice boomed through the hallway and Illyria gasped as she looked over Michael's shoulder and saw him standing by the locker room.

"Shit." Michael groaned and turned around to face Jim. "Look man, I just wanted to apologize to her. I don't mean no harm to your woman."

"I'm not his woman." Illyria spoke up and Michael turned back around to look at her in shock. "I'm not his woman Michael, not anymore but that doesn't mean I'm accepting your apology. You degraded me when we first met and worst of all you recorded Jim and I while we had sex...there's no way in hell I can ever forgive you for that."

"Manna I'm losing my patience with you. Get the fuck away from her!" Jim growled, stepping closer to them and Illyria backed up closer to Terry.

"Jim, stop." She whispered, not wanting to see him do anything to get himself in trouble.

"No. Not until he gets away from the woman I...love." Jim stated as her mouth fell open. Illyria turned to look at Beulah, Tom and Terry and saw that they were as shocked as she was. "Now get the fuck away from here before I break a kendo stick over your head."

"Fine, fine I'm going." Michael said, backing away from Jim.

"Illyria Ann we're going to the locker room, we'll see you soon." Terry spoke up and she nodded, unable to take her eyes off of Jim.

"Did you mean it?" Illyria asked, taking Jim's hand and leading him to the room Paul Heyman had set up for her and Beulah.

"Yeah. After Levy came back from dropping you off at the airport we had a nice long...talk." He chuckled and she looked at him, confused. "He yelled, I listened but anyway he made me realize that the only reason I pushed you away was because I was...afraid."

"Go on."

"Lyria I haven't had anyone give a damn about me the way that you do in a long time and I wasn't sure how to deal with that. You don't bitch at me about my smoking, my drinking or my going out with the guys...hell, you encourage it!" Jim laughed and she giggled. "You stood up to your brother and countless other people on my behalf because of your love for me and that shocked the hell out of me. I'm not used to having a woman being by my side anymore let alone be willing to stand so firm in our relationship like you do." He explained.

"Jim as far as your smoking and all that goes, I'll tell you the same thing that I told Beulah. You were doing it long before I came around and I have no right to try and change you because I love you the way you are. When I see you out in that ring with a beer in your hand and a cigarette in your mouth...I can't even begin to explain to you how much that turns me on. If it was anyone else it would make me sick but with you, god, it's so damn sexy." Illyria said and he chuckled. "Me standing up for you and being by your side is something that you're going to have to get used to if you want to be with me because I'm not the type of woman to sit back and watch people walk all over the man I love, I never have been."

"You're saying you still want to be with me after what I did?"

"Yes, I'm probably going to be labeled as stupid by a lot of people for it but I don't give a damn. My heart had belonged to you for eleven years and even if I wanted to, which I don't, I don't think I could change that." There was a knock on the door before Jim could say anything else and he growled, getting up to answer it.

"Hey man, I hate to bother you but your match is coming up." Tom stated as he and Beulah walked in the room.

"Yeah, yeah all right. Lyria I gotta go, can we finish this later?" He asked, walking back over to her.

"Of course." She replied, yelping in surprise when he grabbed a handful of her hair, jerked her head back and kissed her roughly. "Well then." Illyria giggled when the kiss ended.

"I love you."

"I love you too Jim." She watched him walk out of the room with Tommy and turned to Beulah who was sitting on the couch looking at her in shock.

"What the hell just happened here?"

"We talked, he explained a few things and I did too then he asked me if I still wanted to be with him after what he did. Which of course I do so I guess from what he just did...we're back together."

"He said he loves you." Beulah stated, smiling and Illyria laughed.

"Yeah he did. I guess when Scotty got back from dropping me off at the airport he yelled at Jim but it must've did some good because he said it made him realize the reason why he pushed me away."

"Which was?"

"You can't say anything to anyone, Tom or anyone else." Illyria said and she nodded. "He got scared when he found out how I really feel because it's like he said, he hasn't had anyone who gives a damn about him the way that I do in a long time and it just freaked him out a little because he wasn't sure how to deal with it." A music started up that she didn't recognize and Illyria looked over at the screen only to burst out laughing. "Well, I know who my man will be destroying tonight." She watched as the guy who was introduced as Macho Libre walked to the ring and started imitating Randy Savage by saying everything twice. "Okay, that's really fucking annoying."

"Jim will take care of him, don't worry." Beulah laughed.

"Oh, I know he will." Finally Jim's new music started up and a big smile formed on Illyria's face. "It's about time." Illyria stated, watching him as he started making his way to the ring. "Chasing women? Oh me and him are so going to have a talk." Illyria giggled. Macho Libre got up in Jim's face, taking his sunglasses off but then he made the big mistake of turning his back on Jim. "Stupid idiot, never turn your back on a pissed off Sandman with a kendo stick." Sure enough when he turned back around Jim hit him with a stiff kendo stick shot over the head. "I tried to tell ya." The match went on for a minute and Illyria started laughing again. "Okay, they're fucking with me aren't they?"

"What do you mean?" Beulah asked.

"This is last week's match all over again except for a different guy this time." The match was over in about two minutes and Jim didn't waste any time getting to the back. The door to the room opened and he stood there, breathing heavy, his adrenaline still pumping. "The fuck Jim? That was like the damn twilight zone." She said and he started laughing.

"Last week's match last a few seconds longer." Jim stated, sitting down beside her and pulling her in his lap.

"You're fucking shaking."

"Adrenaline, I really didn't get to do much out there." He replied and Illyria smiled slyly over at Beulah.

"Could you excuse us for a while?"

"Yeah sure." Beulah laughed, getting up and walking out of the room. Illyria got up and followed her to the door, locking it.

"What are you doing?" Jim questioned.

"Can't let all that adrenaline and energy go to waste now can we?" Illyria asked, smiling evilly at him as she began stripping her clothes off and walking towards him. "Stand up." He chuckled and stood up, tossing the kendo stick to the floor. Illyria grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it up over his head, tossing it on the floor with the kendo stick as Jim kicked his shoes off. She unbuckled his belt, undid his pants and moved back allowing him room to step out of them and kick them to the side. Once he was standing in front of her naked Illyria put her hand on his chest and shoved him back gently causing him to fall on the couch and he smiled up at her, watching as she moved to straddle him. Illyria slid him inside of her, inch by inch until he filled her completely then she began rocking slowly back and forth. "Oh Jim." She moaned, her head falling back in ecstacy.

"Fuck Lyria!" He growled, grabbing her hips with both hands as he began moving with her. Illyria's pace picked up when he leaned forward and took one of her nipples in his mouth, biting down gently but hard enough to make her body arch into him. They continued at the same pace for a while until he finally got frustrated with not being in control and he pulled her off of him causing her to look at him in anger and confusion. "On the floor." Jim demanded and she smiled. Illyria got on the floor and laid on her back, waiting for him. "No, turn over." She giggled and turned over, getting up on her hands and knees. He groaned as he watched her, moving behind her and entered her with one quick, hard thrust throwing her forward a bit until he caught on to her hips with his hands.

"Oh god, Jim." Illyria moaned, pushing back against him and meeting his every thrust with one of her own. He reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back harshly, his pace increasing in speed and roughness. She heard him growl and could feel him swelling inside her and knew he was close so she reached back with one hand and laced her fingers with his hand that was on her hip. A couple of more quick, hard thrusts and Illyria felt him explode inside her as he growled out her name and it sent her over the edge into her own orgasm. "Jim!" She called out, her body collapsing on to the floor and he fell beside her.

"My god baby." Jim breathed, pulling her close. "If I get that every time I have some extra adrenaline expect me to be going to Heyman and McMahon about having short matches all the time." He said and she laughed.

"Maybe but I gotta ask...chasing women?" Illyria asked, giggling when he groaned.

"You heard that?"

"Of course, I was watching the match after all."

"I do love chasing women but I don't have the desire to do it anymore." Jim stated, kissing her forehead.

"Good answer baby. You want to go back to the hotel?"

"Yeah, the bed's a hell of a lot more comfortable than this floor." He laughed, standing up and pulling her with him. They got dressed and left the room so he could get his bag from the men's locker room.

"About time you two show up." Terry (Brunk) said and Illyria blushed.

"Sorry, we were...busy."

"How are things between you two?" He asked as Jim went to get his bag.

"Back to normal." Illyria replied and Terry smiled.

"See? I told you."

"Yeah, yeah...Terry I want to thank you for that day on the phone. If it wasn't for you I don't know what I would've done."

"Illyria Ann it's no problem, you know that. I'm just glad I could help." Terry stated, hugging her.

"Baby you ready to go?" Jim questioned, walking back over to her.

Yeah, let's go. I'll see everybody later...Beulah thanks for giving Jim and I time alone."

"Not a problem girl, you both needed it." She said, winking and Illyria blushed again. Jim took her hand and they both walked out of the arena and headed to the hotel where the finished their conversation and fell asleep in each other's arms.