A/N: I am so sorry that it took so long to get this chapter out but I got a little bit of writer's block on how to go about this chapter since what happened this past Tuesday on ECW. I finally figured it out and this is what I came up with. I hope you like it! Please review and let me know what you think!

Illyria sat in the living room of Jim's house with Beulah as they got ready to watch the ECW show for that night. She had stayed at Jim's house per his demand and after her asking him why the only thing that he would tell her was that something was going down that she didn't need to be there for. "Beulah what the hell is going on tonight?"

"I wish I could tell you Lyria, I really do but...Jim made me promise not to tell you."

"Dammit! I don't understand this shit at all. He has never demanded that I stay at the hotel or somewhere away from the arena for a show before." Illyria said, sighing as she sat back against the couch.

"You'll understand by the end of the night."

"I honestly think I'm afraid to see what's going to happen." Before Beulah could reply the show started up and they turned their attention to the tv. Illyria watched in nervousness until a guy dressed as a priest jumped over the guardrail and started talking about ECW being trash and the fans all being sinners. "Well, I know who Jim's taking care of for tonight anyway." The guy finished talking and got back over the guardrail to take his seat. "Okay...maybe not." Suddenly Jim's music started up and she smiled. "They teased me."

"Aww you'll get over it." Beulah teased her, laughing when Illyria stuck her tongue out at her.

Jim got in the ring and saluted the crowd, bashing the beer can on his forehead then he got out and pulled the guy over the guardrail. He attacked him immediately and started beating him with the kendo stick, giving the thumbs down sign to the crowd. The guy was climbing back over the guardrail when Jim got a big smile on his face. "Oh no, not again." Illyria groaned as he wound up and brought the kendo stick down over the guy's ass. "What is with his sudden fascination of doing that?"

"I don't know but it's hilarious." Beulah giggled.

Illyria sat stunned as she watched Rob accept Big Show's (Paul Wight) challenge for a title match later that night. When the match finally rolled around Illyria thought she was dreaming when she saw Paul Heyman turn his back on Rob and help Big Show win the title. "What the fuck was that bullshit?" She yelled, jumping up and hunting for her car keys.

"Lyria what are you doing?"

"I'm going to that fucking arena and find out what the hell Paulie was thinking."

"Lyria he had to do it." Beulah informed her and Illyria turned to her in shock.

"What?"

"It's part of his punishment...he's also being suspended for thirty days."

"No! Oh god, please tell me you're joking!" Illyria exclaimed, grabbing her car keys off the top of the tv.

"I wish I was. You're still going there aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Let's go then." The two women walked out of Jim's house and got into Illyria's car. She pulled out of the driveway and headed towards the arena as fast as she could without the worry of being pulled over.

"Lyria!" Jim yelled not even two minutes after they had walked into the arena and she turned to look at him. "You were supposed to stay at my house."

"That's before I knew all this bullshit was going on Jim. Where is he?"

"Your brother's..."

"Not Rob, where is Paulie?" Illyria asked causing Beulah to gasp.

"Baby he couldn't help what he did, he was only doing what they told him to." Jim stated, walking over to her and kissing her.

"Jim tell me where he is or I'll find him on my own."

"I'm right here Lyria." Paul Heyman spoke up and she spun around to see him standing there, a guilty expression on his face which only managed to make her feel bad for him.

"Oh Paulie." She whispered, getting out of Jim's arms and giving Paul a tight hug. "It wasn't your fault."

"Yeah? Then why do I feel like shit?"

"Because Rob's your friend but you have nothing to feel bad about." Illyria told him. "I'll admit that I came here ready to bitch at you and god knows what else but I realize now you had no control over what happened."

"I just hope Rob realizes that."

"I do." Rob stated and they all looked over to see him walking out of the locker room. "She's right Paul you had no control over this bullshit, it was my own fault."

"Thanks Rob."

"No problem man. Where were you?" Rob asked Illyria and she giggled.

"I was under demand to stay at Jim's house."

"Which she didn't fucking listen." Jim spoke up, laughing. "I knew if she was here and saw what happened she'd have fucking lost it."

"That was a good idea." Rob replied.

"I hate...oh shit." Illyria groaned when she spotted Andrew Martin down the hall.

"Baby what is it?" Jim questioned, looking in the direction she was.

"Think he remembers me Rob?" She giggled and Beulah laughed.

"If he doesn't his balls will."

"Okay, what the hell?" Jim asked.

"Andrew hit on me one time when Rob was with the WWE. I kept telling him that I wasn't interested but he wouldn't listen so, one time when he was putting his hands all over me I kneed him in the balls." Illyria explained.

"Lyria have you ever thought..." Beulah trailed off when Illyria started shaking her head.

"No. There's already one Szatowski in the business and besides that, I don't like the thought of showing off to the world what's Jim's each and every week."

"Lyria Szatowski?" A new voice spoke up and she groaned.

"Hey Andy (Andrew Martin), surprised you remember me." Illyria said, trying to hide a smile.

"Hard to forget the beautiful woman who kneed my balls into my throat. So, how are you?"

"I'm really good Andy what about you?"

"I'm good...though if you would have given me a chance you could've found that out for yourself." Andrew smirked down at her and Jim growled. "What's your problem?" He asked Jim.

"That..." Jim trailed off, pointing to Illyria. "Is mine so I suggest you back the fuck off." Jim threatened Andrew and he laughed.

"You're going with him?" Andrew questioned Illyria, still laughing.

"I believe that's what he just told you."

"You could do so much better." He said and Jim stepped up to him but Illyria placed her hand on his chest, stopping him.

"I could do so much worse too. Don't believe me? Go look in the mirror and that'll be your proof. I don't deal with pretty boys like you who think they're gods gift to women, I like my men strong and rugged." She stated, grabbing Jim's shirt and pulling him into a kiss. Andrew scoffed and walked away causing her to laugh.

"Well, you took care of him." Beulah spoke up.

"For now."

"He won't bother you, I'll make sure of it." Paul assured her and Illyria nodded.

"All right, I'm ready to go home...are you?" Jim asked.

"Yeah." She gave Beulah, Rob and Paul a hug then her and Jim left the arena to head back to his house for the night.