Dave's POV

Whenever my best friend has a match I always get nervous. I am always worried that she is going to end up going hurt. But luckily that hasn't happened. I hope bestie never has to go thru what I seem to deal with more often than not. I am getting so tired of being injured. Normally I take the opportunity to rest up and end up enjoying my time off. But it's different this time, though. I have a best friend that I don't want to be away from. God. Just thinking about being away from her is giving me a major headache.

"You alright Dave?" Randy asked me. "You seem kinda zoned out."

"I'm just thinking how I don't want to be away from bestie" I sighed. "She's my tag team partner. But you guys know that."

"Don't worry" Ted half smiled. "We'll make sure she's alright while you're gone."

"I know" I sighed as I stood up. "We just haven't been apart from the first day she walked into the WWE….."

*FLASHBACK*

I had just arrived to the arena for the pay per view when my friend, Oscar Gutiérrez, known to the wrestling world as Rey Mysterio, came bounding up.

"Hey bro" he smiled brightly as he hugged me. "Qué pasa?"

"Eh you know. Same old crap. Hooked up with yet another Diva last night" I smiled triumphantly. Oscar looked at me and frowned, showing me once again how disappointed he was. He hated the fact that I was, as he put it once, 'such a huge man whore.' Hey at least I wasn't going around telling everyone who I hooked up with. The Divas usually gossiped about it and everyone would find out through them.

"Well anyway. I came to tell you about a new co-worker of ours" he smiled. "First and foremost, she is one of the few women on the planet who hates Randy Orton."

"Wait wait wait" I laughed. "A chick that hates Randy? Isn't he supposed to be 'The Lady Killer'? I thought, according to him, no woman could resist his charms."

Oscar and I stood there and laughed hysterically for a good couple of minutes. Randy is a good kid and he's been a good friend of mine for a couple of years now. He is mainly pretty polite, but when it comes to the ladies he is one of the cockiest guys I have ever met in my life. He pretty much thinks he is god's gift to women.

"Oh she did" he laughed. "In fact, Irvine told me she got right in his face and slapped the taste out of his mouth earlier!"

"Wow" I smiled. "I have got to meet this chick. Where is she?"

"She's in catering" he said as we headed towards there. "That's another thing about her. She eats like it is her last day on Earth."

"She sounds more like a dude than a Diva" I laughed.

"Ohh man" he smiled. "She may act like a dude, but she definitely looks like a Diva! Almost every guy on the roster has gone up to her today and introduced themselves. You'll see what I mean."

When we walked into catering, I saw everyone crowded around one table in particular. I peered through the crowd, trying to get a better look but couldn't see. Too many damn people were in my way. Thankfully a few people moved out of the way.

And that's when I saw her.

She had long blonde hair, incredible blue eyes, and she was covered in tattoos. She had on a tank top, tight dark blue jeans, and her jeans were tucked into a pair of Doc Martin boots. She looked like a chick you definitely did not want to piss off, especially since she was wearing a huge M16 bullet belt.

"Wow."

"That was pretty much my reaction" he chuckled. "Never seen a Diva like her before."

I had never been so enamored with a woman in my life. Normally, I would've marched right over and introduced myself. But I couldn't with her. For one thing, I was afraid if I said the wrong thing she would take that belt off and beat me with it. And for another, well I didn't want to interrupt her conversations she had going, especially since one of those guys was John Cena. She looked like she was completely enamored with whatever he was saying. I happened to catch her eye during her conversation and she flashed me a gigantic smile. She said something to John, stood up, flashed everyone at the table another big smile, and started walking towards me and Oscar.

"Dang dog" Oscar gasped. "She stopped talking to Cena for you. You better feel special you know!"

"Why? Does she have a crush on him or something?" I laughed. I figured she probably did. Most chicks into wrestling had it bad for Cena.

"Not even. He's her oldest nephew's favorite wrestler" he smiled. "She's been asking John questions all day that her nephew's been dying to know the answers to!"

I smiled to myself. Even though she looked pretty tough, she obviously had a soft side. Appearances can be very deceiving you know.

"Hey Oscar" she smiled as she bumped fists with him. "What's up?"

"Not much you know" he smiled slightly. "Amy…I want you to meet one of my closest friends, Dave Bautista. Dave this is Amy."

"You have no idea how stoked I am to meet you" she squealed. "This may seem a bit forward, but man. You are SEXY! My mom and I have been fighting over you for YEARS."

"I appreciate that. Thank you. So where are you from?"

"Nor Cal" she grinned. "I did live in San Diego for a few years though, where I became hopelessly addicted to burritos. I miss those. So delicious" she sighed.

"I know that firsthand" Oscar laughed. "Well guys I gotta get going. See you two around!"

With that Oscar scampered off, leaving me alone with the tough little blonde. I smiled at her and she smiled right back at me.

"So would it be correct to assume you like metal?" I laughed as I headed towards a nearby table. I pulled a chair out for her and she sat down.

"It would be correct" she chuckled. "Am I that obvious?" she asked as she looked at her wardrobe choices for the day.

"The M16 belt was kind of a giveaway" I smiled. "You probably like all those crazy bands I've never even heard of huh?"

She looked at me, smiled even brighter, and started laughing. I guess to her, it was funny. I wasn't sure why. Maybe she's used to comments like that though.

"Yeah pretty much" she told me. "I'd be happy to introduce you to some bands if you'd like."

She pulled her I-Pod out of her pocket and stared at her screen. She carefully scrolled through until she found something she liked. Then she looked right at me and handed me her I-pod.

"Just hit play" she smiled while so obviously trying to hold back a laugh. Needless to say, when I hit play I almost went deaf. The drums were incredibly fast, almost like a machine gun was being fired. I can't understand the damn vocals. What the hell kind of music is this??

"Ok ok I'll put on something a little more soft" she chuckled. She changed the music to something I recognized immediately…Pantera. This is her idea of SOFT?? Well I guess compared to her other music it is.

"Amy I have a feeling this is going to be the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

*END FLASHBACK*

"By the end of that day we'd decided to be travel partners" I smiled, remembering how happy I was. "And by the end of the month, I started calling her my best friend."

I turned my head back to the guerilla position monitor just in time to see my best friend hit her shooting star press. 1…2…3!

"Here is your winner and STILL Divas Champion…AMY!" Lillian said into the microphone. The fans cheered loudly for my best friend and hell so did I. Everytime she steps through those ropes, I'm proud of her. She always puts her heart and soul into every match. It's one of the many things I admire about her.

"Time for us to make a brief appearance, guys" Randy said as they stood up and headed out the curtain. The fans booed at the site of 'Legacy.' They may love my best friend, but the WWE Universe definitely despises those guys. They all walked back through the curtain a few minutes later.

"There's my best friend" she smiled. "Did you enjoy the match?"

"What a doofus question. Of course I did. You were in it!"

She looked at me with tears in her eyes. Did I say something I wasn't supposed to? No wait. I complimented her. So why does she look so upset right now? Am I missing something here?? She didn't say anything as she walked over and wrapped her tiny arms around my big waist. I could feel her tears hitting my chest.

"Bestie what's wrong?"

"I don't want you to leave" she sniffled. "I know you have to, but I don't want you to!"

I could tell I was on the verge of tears myself, so I gave the guys a look and headed down the hall with my arms wrapped around my best friend. I stopped at one of the many boxes, sat down, and pulled my best friend onto my lap. She fit so perfectly too. She always has. I gently rested my head on top of hers and closed my eyes.

"I don't want to leave either. It breaks my heart that I'll have to be away from my best friend. But I promise I'll call you everyday. Okay bestie?"

"Okay" she sniffled. "Just don't call before noon."

I just chuckled and shook my head at my best friend. Such a little doofus. But she is MY doofus.

And I wouldn't trade her for anyone else in the world.