So, I've decided to write the story. Let me know if you love it or hate it. I'll try to update as soon as I can! :)

"And we're clear!" yelled the head stage hand as Raw went off the air, cheers went out throughout the locker rooms. It had been a very successful night, everything had run smoothly.

"Hey Ted" Samantha Orton said sliding in next to him at catering. He met Sam seven years ago when he and S were just beginning to date. S and Sam had been friends forever and S was Sam's maid of honor in her wedding. Randy and John had both talked their wives, Sam and Liz, into traveling with them for a little while. Ted only wished he could do the same.

His fiancé S Nickerson, typical known as Snicks was overseas in Iraq. Ted hadn't seen her in over three years. He reached up to his neck and grasped the engagement ring he had gotten her. It really was beautiful; the crystals on either side of a four carat diamond in the middle were a mix of green and blue just like her eyes.

"Hi Sam. What's up?" Ted responded lightly.

"Well someone who has a movie hitting stands tonight doesn't seem very happy today…" Sam lead on, "You wouldn't happen to know who I'm talking about do you?" she joked lightly.

Ted smiled, "What do you want Sam?"

"Oh just for you to read something… it came in the mail two days ago but I was put under strict rules not to give it to you until today. Even overseas your girlfriend's threats scare me, its quiet sad actually, if you really think about it." Sam said handing him a white envelope.

Ted laughed, "You were able to hide a secret for two days."

"Oh my god, I know. It was like so hard… I mean I almost just ran to you right away. And then I'm like totally almost told Randy I had one but I was like no… Snicks really would cut off my head. And I mean like how could someone do that to my beautiful face. I mean come on get real. But it was still like soooo hard!" Sam joked rolling her eyes and acting like an obnoxious high school cheerleader.

By now Ted was laughing really hard and shaking his head, "You are way to good at that."

"Ah the things your fiancé taught me in high school while terrorizing the cheerleaders, they really hated Snicks, but anyway you go run away and hide in order to read your letter lover boy!" Sam said as Ted got up planning to do just that. "AND TELL ME WHAT IT SAYS!" she managed to yell just as he opened the door.

"She's crazy…" Ted muttered heading off to his locker room.

"Who's crazy?" Randy Orton questioned opening his locker room door, smirking as always. The only person who got a real smile out of him was Sam.

"Your wife." Ted answered. "She was acting like a preppy high school cheerleader."

"She hates cheerleaders." Randy responded.

"Yes well, I hate her right now." Ted said continuing on his way, clenching the envelope tighter, couldn't people tell he just wanted to read his letter in peace.

Chris Jericho who had been sitting on a crate found this unbelievably funny and chose to follow them, maybe he'd gather some black mail.

"Why exactly do you hate my wife?" Randy questioned.

"Who hates your wife?" John Cena asked jumping on the conversation.

"Teddy boy here does." Randy answered pointing towards Ted who was walking faster in front of him.

"Why?"

"Oi you assclowns haven't you noticed by now the boy is trying to go read a letter." Chris yelled.

"What? The only person who sends letters is…" John started.

"Snicks." Randy said, jumping forward in attempts to grab the letter.

"Hey! Go bug your wife will you. She hid this for two days. Meaning she got the letters, Jesus, go see if she has one for you!" Ted yelled finally stomping into his locker room and slamming the door, taking a deep breath, hoping to calm himself.

"SAMANTHA!" Randy and John yelled running down the corridor towards catering.

"Finally some peace…" Ted muttered gingerly opening the envelope…

Dear Teddy,

Hiya Babe! I miss you so much! Sorry it took so long to get this letter to you but please don't be mad at Sam for not giving you this letter right away. I may have asked well more like I begged her not too. But she may have only listened to be because I threatened Randy's manhood, oh well. I guess he's safe for now, lucky ducky! If Sam followed direction, which for her must have been unbearable, then today is the special day! I'm so proud of you Teddy! You did it, a movie, who would have thought this would happen.

You must be so excited… even if you're not I may be excited enough for both of us. It sounds like you had a blast filming this movie. Lara sounds like a great person, Cody says her and her husband are great people. And from what you've told me it sounds like everyone else you work with there were amazing and kind people. Can you believe they sent me a card signed by all of them? I thought it was so sweet! I made sure I sent them back a letter but maybe you could pass on my thanks as well.

I can only imagine how much of a push this must be giving you. People here tend to tell me how ironic it is that you made this movie while I'm here. They laugh at me a lot. But everyone knows as soon as Raw is on there had better be a spot for me front and center. It's not the same though; I wish I was there with you. The things I learned from the army - and I think it is a lesson for life - was how to work in unison with other people. How to take responsibility and How courage is a moment of fear holding on a minute longer, And how to do your damnedest in an ostentatious manner all of the time.

But no one could have ever prepared you taught us how to deal with the pain of being away from home. There isn't a day, or moment that goes by where I don't think about you guys or miss you. It's tough over here, scary actually. It's hard watching people walk off for their shifts never knowing who's going to come back. I'm so unbelievably tired now. It's your letters that get me through everything. I don't know if I'd be able to survive without you. It's hope that keeps us all going, hope and love of course.

But today's you're special day, on to you. I'm so unbelievably proud of you. You must be thrilled, however knowing you; you are ready to shit your pants. Remember Babe smile, don't take insults too personally. They don't know you like I do love; they have no idea how special you are. Remember keep your head up. I'll always be with you. Good luck! I LOVE YOU!

Always,

Snicks

Ted smiled, although that letter did nothing to calm his nerves about her over there. He couldn't help but pulling her picture out of his wallet. His dad took this picture over his head while he proposed. Snicks's hair was down for once, falling in golden brown waves with natural blonde highlights shining in the sun. Her eyes were gleaming in excitement, one blue and one green. A bright smile had fallen onto her small face. Tiny hands reaching up towards her face attempting to hide her blush, but failing miserably as Ted could remember. Snicks had curves in all of the right place but instead of looking plastic like Rosa or Maryse she was more around Mickie's size. Perfectly healthy and beautiful as she always was to him and she always would be.

"Ted you ready?" Cody questioned popping his head into the locker room. Seeing Ted totally dressed he walked into the room. Noticing the letter next to him… "Snicks wrote you a letter, what the hell I didn't get one."

"Yeah…" Ted stated to talk about it to Cody as his cell phone rang. Looking at it curiously not recognizing the number he picked it up. "Hello?"

"Yes is this Mr. Ted Dibiase?"

"Yeah… can I ask whose calling?" Ted questioned while Cody's interest was struck.

"My names Lieutenant Justin Giles with the United State's Army, you are first on the notifications list for Captain S Nickerson. It seems I have some bad news, as of oh nine hundred hours this morning she was pronounced Missing in action."

That was all it took, Ted dropped his phone in horror, shaking harshly…

So what happened to Snicks? Is Ted gonna be okay? Review and I'll let you know!