The next week at the arena Illyria sat in the locker room with Jim and Terry Brunk looking over the schedule for the night when a familiar name caught her eye. "Oh my god!" She exclaimed, jumping up off the couch.

"Baby what is it?"

"I've got to go see someone real quick. Will one of you walk with me?"

"We'll both go." Terry offered and Illyria nodded, quickly making her way out of the locker room.

She didn't have far to go when she spotted a familiar figure standing at the end of the hall. "Glenn (Kane)!"

Glenn heard his name being called and turned around, a big grin on his face when he saw Illyria running towards him. "Lyria!" He held his arms out to her and laughed when she launched herself at him, hugging him tightly. "I was hoping I'd get to see you tonight Little One."

"I can't believe you're here! It's been so damn long since I last saw you." Glenn sat her back down on her feet but held on to one of her hands. "How have you been?"

"I've been good, not as good as you or so I've heard." Glenn said, winking at her.

"Mark and Sara?"

"Who else?" He chuckled and pointed behind her. "That him?"

Illyria turned around and saw Jim walking towards them with Terry and nodded. "That's him. Come on, I'll introduce you." She led him down the hall to Jim, smiling at him. "Baby this is Glenn Jacobs who just happens to be a good friend of mine, Glenn this is my boyfriend Jim Fullington and that's Terry Brunk who's also a good friend of mine."

"Nice to meet you man." Jim stated, shaking his hand.

"You too." Glenn replied.

"Baby I hate to cut this short but we need to go get ready, my match is up first."

"All right. Glenn can the four of us get together after the show?"

"Four?" Glenn asked, confused.

"Yeah..you, me, Jim and Terry. The three of us sometimes get together after the show."

"Sure, sounds good to me."

"Okay. See you then." She gave him another quick hug then walked off with Jim and Terry. "You're facing Knox again tonight, right?"

"Yeah."

"I'm going to head off to the mens locker room and get ready for later tonight." Terry spoke up and Illyria nodded.

"We'll talk to you later Terry." She gave him a quick hug and watched him walk off before she and Jim went into their locker room. "Great, you're facing him and that means he'll have her with him." Illyria grumbled, rolling her eyes.

"Baby don't worry about her."

"She wants you Jim! How can I not fucking worry about her?"

"Because I don't want her, I got the woman I want right here." Jim assured her, pulling her into his arms. "You can't let her fucking get to you because that's exactly what she's wanting to do."

"I know but it just pisses me off when I think about her having her hands all over you." She sighed, resting her head on his chest. "She's so much prettier than I am and..."

"Bullshit Lyria! Don't you dare fucking say that shit, that bitch has nothing on you because all she wants to do is go out there and flaunt herself."

"Don't you like that though?" Illyria asked, moving out of Jim's arms and getting changed.

"I'd be lying to you if I said I didn't and I don't want to lie to you but Lyria she doesn't matter to me, you do."

"I'm glad." She pulled her hair up into a ponytail and turned to Jim. "You ready?"

"Yeah, let's go." They made their way to where Jim usually made his entrance and once his music started up he made his way down the stairs with Illyria trailing behind him because she had told him that she didn't want to steal his spotlight. While Jim did his usual walk around the guardrail Illyria stood off to the side watching him, trying to keep the horror and worry out of her face each time he had to step down to keep from falling. "Angel." Jim yelled once he got to the other end of arena floor and she quickly ran over to him.

"Yes?"

"Stay here." He instructed then leaned over to whisper something to her. "I love you."

"You too." Illyria watched him get in the ring and the match quickly started. It went back and forth for a while until Jim grabbed his kendo stick and went to hit Mike Knox with it but Kelly blocked him. Jim yelled for her to move but she wouldn't do it and before Illyria knew what was going on Test was in the ring and attacking Jim with a Swinging Neckbreaker. Oh, fuck me. She went to get in the ring but Test must have knew she was going to try it because he turned around and shot her a look that made her freeze and move back to her previous spot. Illyria waited impatiently for them to leave and when they finally did she ran into the ring and knelt beside Jim. "Sandman are you okay?"

"Yeah, get my damn beer out of my pocket." He groaned and Illyria smiled as she reached into his pocket to fish out his beer, much to the enjoyment of the men in the audience. When she had the can of beer in her hand she moved to where she was kneeling above his head and lifted his head a little after popping the top on the can.

"Here." Illyria held the can to his mouth, his head laying in her lap as he drank it. Once he finished with the beer he stood up slowly with a little bit of help from her and they made their way to the back where to Illyria's surprise Andrew Martin (Test) was waiting on them. "What do you want?" She snapped, glaring at him and Jim squeezed her hand.

"To warn you." Andrew stated simply and Illyria looked at him in confusion.

"About what Andy?"

"Manna...I overheard him talking to someone but I'm not sure who."

"What was the fucker saying?" Jim growled.

"I think...no, I know...fuck, I'm not sure how to say this." Andrew sighed as he ran a hand through his short blonde hair.

"Just tell us Andy, please."

"He's planning to get Lyria alone and..."

"Don't even fucking say it! You don't have to, I know what you're about to say." Jim hissed and Illyria stood there looking up at Andrew in shock and horror. "Where's Heyman?"

"His office, I'm sorry man...I really am."

"Don't worry about it I just thank you for telling us."

"Andy?" Illyria whispered and he looked down at her in question. "Why did you tell us?"

"Because no matter our past Lyria, you don't deserve that...no woman does."

Illyria nodded then without warning she moved towards him and hugged his waist tightly. "Thank you."

"It's no problem. Now, you go with Fullington and get this shit taken care of before it gets any worse."

Illyria smiled weakly up at him then turned to Jim who was seething with anger but she could tell that it was directed towards Michael and not Andrew. "Come on Jim before you do something you'll regret." She whispered, taking his hand and leading him down the hall to Paul Heyman's office. When they got there Illyria knocked on the door and waited to hear word from inside.

"Come in!" Paul called out and she took a deep breath before opening the door and walking in with Jim following behind her. "Lyria, Jim what can I do for you?"

"Give me Manna's head on a fucking silver platter is a nice start." Jim stated and Paul looked at him in shock.

"What?"

"Andrew Martin just informed me and Lyria that he overheard the motherfucker talking to someone about how he planned on getting her alone and...raping her." Jim winced as he said the word and Illyria hung her head, unable to look at Jim or Paul.

"He what?" Paul demanded to know.

"You heard me Heyman, don't make me repeat myself."

"I don't want you to. I can't give you his head on a silver platter even though I'd like to but I can promise you that I will take care of this personally." Jim nodded, knowing there wasn't much else he could do and stood up.

"Come on baby." He whispered, his heart breaking in two when he noticed that Illyria couldn't even look at him as she got up and walked out the door. "Heyman you better take care of this, she's closing herself off already." Jim hissed.

"You can't let her do that Jim...I've seen her do it once before and it's not a pretty sight."

"When?"

"When you left for WCW." Paul replied and Jim stood there looking at him stunned for a minute before turning and walking out of his office.

"Baby? Let's go get our shit and go back to the hotel." Illyria nodded, still not looking at him and he sighed. That motherfucker will pay if I lose her over this. She waited outside the locker room, staring down at the floor while Jim went inside and got their bags then they went to the hotel.