Adam wasted no time getting to the arena. Randy told him that it was pointless but Adam didn't care because Randy just didn't understand. While a part of this quest was just Adam's curiosity, as John's best friend he'd grown to learn to care for Shawn. Adam always thought Shawn was overrated. The blonde hair and the 'Sexy Boy' persona had always been a disgrace to Adam. Shawn's ring work, of course, was always flawless but Adam just couldn't bring himself to get to know someone who was 40 years old calling himself "Sexy Boy". Plus, Adam grew up in Canada so it was not hard to hate Shawn especially when you were told all your life how self-centered and arrogant he was.

"Prima Donna" was the most commonly used phrase to describe Shawn and when he made his return in 2002, Adam stayed clear of him. Shawn was getting ready to publish an autobiography and once it was released, Adam started to feel a little remorse for the blonde. He read the book from cover to cover, crying a few times about how rough he had it as champion. He really felt sorry for him and thought about reaching out to him…that is until Bret came out and said in an interview that most of Shawn's words were lies. Adam shook his head. He still wasn't sure what was fact or fiction but he could only judge Shawn based on his actions now. Shawn never did anything to Adam personally and if anything, he made his best friend happy which is more than anyone could ever hope for in John's case.

Vince usually got to the arena early in the morning to make sure production was going smoothly while often going through contracts and whatnot in his office. Adam tried to make an appointment with Vince but the old coot wouldn't answer his phone. So Adam decided that it was worth the risk and just barged right inside taking a seat across from him. Vince wasn't busy. He looked over the top of his newspaper with a bored look on his face. "What in the hell are you doing here?"

"Vince…Boss…I have a question. Um…some questions."

"No, you can't team up with Randall right now because you're about to be Jericho's new partner. No you cannot have a raise and yes, you will be on both Raw and Smackdown," he droned on, never taking his eyes from his paper.

"Er…that's…good to know," he answered "but uh…that's not what I wanted to talk about."

"I forbid you to go to TNA."

"Um…it's about…Shawn, but okay."

Vince finally put down the paper and sighed. "What's he done now Adam? Or scratch that. Who's messing with him now?"

"Eh…nobody…not really. I just…you know he's been doing that interview with Chris—

"They're actually getting somewhere?" he frowned.

"Uh…yeah um…actually they seem to be getting along just fine um…Bret says he loves Shawn."

Vince quirked his brow. "Did he now?"

"Yeah which is kind of why I'm here." Adam sighed. "Look boss, I know you remember all the shit that went down with JBL a few months back and well…Shawn and John are happy…I mean they were happy."

"Were?"

"Yeah uh…Bret's presence has pretty much got everyone walking on eggshells and acting like fucking lunatics. John broke up with Shawn, Hunter's on the war path, and I can't help but wonder if I should trust Bret."

"Uh…"

"John's my best friend Vince and like…I can't fucking locate him! He just sort of vanished all because of Bret. It's fucking ridiculous!"

"Well what am I supposed to do about it?" Vince asked. "I told Chris my take on it and he did the rest. I'm not responsible for anything they say in that interview."

"Yeah but Vince you know as well as I do that Bret said a lot of awful stuff about Shawn. So…so if Bret hated Shawn's guts so much, why are things so warped? How can Bret love Shawn and how can Shawn just crawl back to Bret?"

"I thought you were a Bret fan?"

"I am but this doesn't make any sense!"

"Adam, some things are better left unsaid. I'll…admit that I knew about their affair but that's all you're getting from me. Unless you talk to Bret or Shawn or…force your way into the damned interview then I have nothing more to say to you."

"But Vince…what about John?"

Vince shrugged. "He's retired."

Adam threw up his hands in defeat before storming out of the room. When he was long gone Vince leaned back in his chair and groaned. This is going to haunt me for the rest of my life… Vince pondered Adam's words some more until they finally got the best of him. He grabbed his phone and called a few people. No one was answering so he left messages. And now I wait…

~*xXx*~

Both Hunter and Bret darted for the door, but Bret was too slow. Hunter grabbed him pulling him back into the room somehow managing to dodge a fist to the face. Bret shoved Hunter but he merely glared as he got right up in his face, their noses just barely touching. "As if I was about to let you go looking for him again," Hunter growled. "We all know how you two really ended up in bed. You caught him when his guard was down…when he was weak, defenseless. Kind of like he was when you two first met."

"Whatever Hunter. You're just mad because I got him and you don't."

"What a childish thing to say."

"This coming from the guy who did everything in his power to touch Shawn on TV when you were in DX years ago. You knew I couldn't do a damn thing when we were taping so you made sure to keep your hands all over him to piss me off."

"Yeah I did but you deserved it," he laughed.

"You also kissed me before," Bret smirked.

At this Hunter looked livid. "I did NOT—

"Sure you didn't Hunter," Bret mused. He pushed his way past Hunter and took a seat. He stared back and Hunter clearly amused by his indifferent look.

"Bret—

"Well you're here. You might as well fess up to all your bullshit Hunter. Truth is you kissed me a couple times. Granted you were probably drunk off your rocker but you did what you did and you know it," he smirked.

Hunter looked like he was about to lunge at Bret but then he paused, a slow smile creeping on his face. "Hn…well, alright. Maybe I did kiss you a few times. I mean, not gonna lie. You and Shawn were very attractive – mainly Shawn – but you weren't bad looking either. But…you forget Bret, I may have initiated the kiss, but you would always end up the dominant one, shoving your tongue down my throat—

"Why you—

Hunter threw his hands up as Bret hovered over him. "Hey! You started it," Hunter grinned. "Now if you want to go there then fine. We'll go there but you tell, I tell. That's how it goes Pinky."

Bret rolled his eyes. "I don't have time for this. I'm going to get Shawn."

"Then I'm coming with you."

"Like hell you are!"

"You leave, I leave," Hunter smirked. "What are you gonna do about it? Hit me?"

"No, I won't hit you," Bret smirked. "But uh…remember what happened the last time you tried to take Shawn from me?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Hunter said with a shrug. "I've been trying to take Shawn from you since Kevin left for WCW so what else is new?"

While both men stood there glaring at one another, Chris was trying hard not to laugh out loud. They were worse than a couple of teenagers and it was kind of cute. Still though, they were too old to be acting like this and now that Chris thought about it, it kind of made him feel guilty. Just a few months ago he was part of the crew treating Shawn like he was a child; like a man who couldn't make his own decisions. Chris supposed it was because Hunter and Bret loved Shawn very much but that didn't make it right.

After a moment Bret sat back down in his seat, Hunter taking the seat next to him. "I was kidding big nose. I didn't really want you to come to the interview. You just ruined my moment with my princess."

"Oh good for me. And you shouldn't have called me a coward."

"Stop taking everything so personally," Bret grumbled.

"Can't help it," Hunter grinned. "Now are you ready to go retrieve our princess?"

"You mean my princess and no. Not if you're tagging along."

"Guess we're just gonna sit here then."

"If that's the case," Chris interrupted. "How about I talk to the two of you instead? I mean, Hunter you did say you wanted to participate and well…if Shawn's not here then I doubt the two of you can get into too much trouble." Chris cut his eyes towards the door which was still cracked. The two guys looked at it grumbling something that sounded like "whatever" which made Chris smile. "Well then. I'll start with you Hunter. Why did you hate Bret so much? You hardly even knew him."

"It's because he's a fucking lunatic," Bret offered.

Hunter looked over at him frowning. "That's why I still hate him. He's unreasonable, selfish—

"So are you," Bret sang.

"And he takes things for granted," Hunter finished. "Shawn was so precious and Bret treated him like shit. I hated it! I fell hard for Shawn on day one—

"Like most men," Bret added nonchalantly.

"And to watch this selfish bastard play him…it just sickened me. Shawn was like a toy or a fucking puppet and Bret pulled the strings."

"I wouldn't put it quite like that big nose," he laughed.

Hunter growled. "You think this is funny?"

"Yeah, I do actually," he smirked.

"You know Chris? How about I give you an example?" Hunter offered.

"Uh…sure," Chris answered.

"Let's see…have you guys talked about Shawn's first title run?"

Bret shot Hunter a knowing look. "I know what you're going to tell but that doesn't prove anything. Shawn and I were pissed at each other before the big match, mainly due to your planting seeds in his head. After the match was just my way of making up with him."

"Riiiiight, then why are you growing so defensive all of a sudden?" Hunter accused. "It's no big deal right? It was you not me so what harm will telling this little story do?"

"Hunter—

"Shawn and Bret had a big fat blow up about Wrestlemania 12—

"Wait a damn minute Hunter. Fuck!" Bret sighed. "I'm not about to let you tell this story without defending myself first. Before you talk about Shawn being pissed at me, you need to know that I was justified in being pissed at Vince. I may have taken it out on Shawn but Vince screwed me over. He promised me…"

Bret's voice trailed off. Just saying Vince's name was enough to trigger tender memories he really didn't want to think about. Of course, it was bound to happen eventually considering the fact that Vince was the evil mastermind behind Montreal, but that wasn't the only reason he was wary to speak of Vince. Next to Shawn, Vince was the other person he'd learn to confide in about things. Their relationship was solid as a rock, until Shawn came along. It was selfish and a little childish of Bret to blame Shawn for his problems with Vince, but Vince was like a second father…or something to him before Shawn came along batting his eyelashes.

"Well? What did he promise you?" Hunter asked. "Better talk now Pinky or I'm telling."

"Tell what you want!" Bret snapped. "I don't give a damn – no. Wait. Hell I'll tell it. Besides," he smirked, cutting his eyes at Hunter. "I'm sure you want the play by play so here goes…"

*~*~*

Shawn was still pissed at him, but Bret didn't care. That's why he merely walked off when Shawn told him to get the fuck out of the ring. He had a point. It was his time to shine so Bret let it go. Besides, he was planning to pay him a visit after his celebration anyway. Rolling around that ring with him for an hour was the only contact they'd had in almost a month. Shawn was totally focused in the ring the entire time but not Bret. There were times when they were in rest holds that he'd recall a time when playful wrestling turned into red hot sex. Just thinking about it made him groan. He needed to talk to him. Shawn was probably going to yell at him again but Bret didn't care. He'd take it and then hopefully take him. Shawn was very difficult to deal with at times, but Bret knew he'd come around. He always did.

Bret went to his private locker room and grabbed a quick shower. He didn't bother to get dressed afterwards. He just wrapped a towel around his waste and headed out the door. He stopped short when he saw who was lurking outside of Shawn's private room. Bret rolled his eyes. "You. Always you."

Hunter smirked. "Yep. Always me. What the hell do you want? Shawn's pissed at you."

"I know which is why I'm going to apologize."

"Like that's gonna do much good this time."

Bret shrugged. "He's my lover and I owe him an apology."

"You mean former lover," Hunter teased. "I think you may have really done it this time Bret and you know what?" Hunter lowered his voice to barely a whisper. "I'll be right here to pick up the pieces of his broken heart."

Bret quirked his brow. "You really are dumber than you look. You must don't know…" Bret shook his head. "I tell you what. Why don't you stay right where you are."

"Oh I don't plan on going anywhere," he said smugly. He leaned against the wall, his arms folded across his chest. "I wanna hear this."

Bret brushed past Hunter and walked inside. As expected Shawn was just stepping out of the shower, a big white towel wrapped around his waist. Bret leaned against the wall watching his princess as he combed through strands of silk, never realizing that he was being watched. Bret smiled as he quietly crept behind him throwing his arms around him.

"HEY! What the—

"Shh…princess it's just me," he grinned, kissing his neck.

"Oh some nerve you got!" Shawn shoved him away angrily. "I hate your fucking guts! Get away from me!" he screamed. Hunter was just outside the door listening. He was laughing so hard that he was having a hard time breathing. Bret thought maybe he heard laughter but he ignored it and watched highly amused as Shawn called him every bad word in the book. 'I hate your fucking guts' and 'Fuck you' and a few 'You assholes'. The entire time he stood there he tried to feign a look of hurt. It was a patronizing act but when Shawn threw a tantrum, it was best to just shut up and take it. After about ten minutes of screaming, Shawn finally got tired and started throwing things in his gym bag, still muttering 'I hate you' under his breath. Bret grabbed his shoulders forcing him back against the wall. "LET ME GO! I HATE YOU!" Shawn kept flinging his arms wildly until Bret's patience finally got the best of him. He snatched the towel from around Shawn's waste and while he was distracted, he pressed his body against him, pinning him to the wall. "BRET—

The Hitman grabbed his arms forcing them above his head. Shawn thought to knee Bret in the groin but was prevented by Bret's knee, resting comfortably against his member. Shawn rolled his eyes. "What are you playing at Bret?" he snapped. "I just won the belt from you, the selfish bastard who didn't want to put me over after all that talk you did about the two of us making art. You're a liar and a—

Bret shut him up by shoving his tongue down his throat, engaging him in a kiss he fought like there was no tomorrow. Bret had to coax him into it by using his knee to rub his cock until it stood erect. "Bret, get away from me," he pleaded. "I don't-ahh…stop it," he breathed. "This isn't fair!"

Bret nipped at ear playfully. "I love you," he whispered.

"No you don't," Shawn pouted. "I hate you and you hate me now please – ahhh fuck Bret stop." But the Hitman knew his body all too well, touching him in all his favorite places while the blonde helpless and at Bret's mercy. "Bret…"

"I meant what I said about the art love. We made art in the ring tonight that will stand the test of time and I was more than happy to put you over."

"Liar!" he breathed, even though his body was now arching into Bret's touch, a flame that he'd been starved of for almost a month. Bret took his lips again, kissing him hard and drinking in that raw passion that almost spilled over in the ring. "Mn…Bret…God…"

"I've missed touching you…hearing you moan…making your whimper…and making you cum." Bret quickly dropped to his knees taking Shawn into his mouth giving him no time to escape. The blonde lost control quickly grabbing Bret's locks fucking his mouth.

"Bret, Bret, fuck Bret…I'm…so – ahh – I'm gonna cum!" Bret sucked hard on Shawn's cock, his teeth grazing his sensitive member until his lover finally exploded. Bret swallowed every drop, his sweet taste that he'd been crying for rolling down his throat. He stood up and grabbed Shawn's hips, lifting him into the air as he slowly entered his tight heat. "Ahhhh God!"

Bret moved in and out of him slowly, the blonde's legs wrapping tightly around his waist. He'd missed this. God how he'd missed the feeling of Shawn's slick, wet body arching into his. Shawn smelled so fucking good and it didn't help that Bret knew just what to do. Shawn responded to every kiss, every touch and every thrust, saying his name, whimpering softly as he moved slowly. But soon Shawn needed more, the slow pace being almost too much for him to bear anymore. Far too long had it been since he'd been touched and like Bret, he needed it – thirsted for it even.

"Harder Bret! Please…more…fuck me harder…" he pleaded, his smaller hands clinging to flesh he'd only been able to touch in his dreams.

Bret sucked hard at the tender flesh of his neck, a wry smile creeping on his face as he suddenly remembered that Hunter was waiting outside. He smiled. "Say my name princess."

"I…Bret please…" he begged. Shawn was hard again and knew that just one more hard thrust could quite possibly be his salvation.

"Say it beautiful," Bret murmured. "Tell me my name princess." He pinched the blonde's nipples making him whimper, the raw need practically electrifying both their bodies. Bret thrust a little harder. "Bre…Bret my…"

"Say it," he growled.

"Fuck Bret! My King," he screamed. "My fucking King…you're my king – fuck let me cum!" he screamed.

"You know it." Bret lifted him high and plunged into him hard one last time, their loud cries echoing through the room and the hall. Shawn collapsed against Bret spent from their actions but still pissed at him for taking advantage.

"I hate you," he pouted.

"No you don't," Bret teased. "I'm your king and you're my princess."

"Ugh! But you always do this!" Shawn snapped. "You…you piss me off but then you come back later and kiss me, making it all better! I was serious this time Bret! I want to hate your fucking guts!"

Bret cupped his face kissing him again. "Then hate me," he said softly. "But I could never hate you. I love you." He pulled the tired, frustrated blonde into his arms comforting him in the way that only he could. Shawn buried his face in Bret's chest, breathing in his scent and taking advantage of their time together while his hate quickly dissolved. Bret was right whether he knew it or not. Shawn loved him with all his heart and soul. "Mine," Bret whispered. He kissed the top of his head. "Still my Shawny. Still my beautiful, sensitive princess…at least I hope you are," he teased.

Shawn looked up at Bret, drawing the raven haired man in with his beautiful blue jewels. "Forever."

Bret chuckled softly. "Glad you came around princess." Bret brushed past him and grabbed his old belt off the shelf. He stared at it for a moment shaking his head. "It looks kind of big for you princess. Come let me see you put it on….no. I'll do it." Bret hovered over Shawn lifting the belt over his head placing it around his waist. Shawn turned to face him making Bret smile proudly. "You look so hot wearing nothing but that. I should take a picture."

"You…you really think it looks alright? And…we fought earlier but…is it okay? Is it really okay that I have this now?"

"You're so irresistible when you're all innocent." Bret kissed his cheek. "Of course baby. You and I worked our asses off out there and you…hate to admit it but you're quicker than I am now. I knew there was something special about you the day we first met. I'm proud to have you as my champion princess."

Shawn finally smiled for the first time since his celebration in the ring. "And I'm proud to have you as my king."

"You know…the night's still young. How about we go back to my room and have our own private celebration? I'll feed you, make love to you…make love to you some more…"

Shawn laughed. "You gotta eat too silly."

"Oh I am," he teased. "You're my main course. Now let's get the hell out of here. I'm starving!"

*~*~*

"Shawn and I went back to the hotel and well…you draw your own conclusions Mr. King of Kings."

"Damn right I'm his King of Kings," Hunter spat. "Always will be."

"You'll never be like the real king Hunter," Bret snorted. "But I will take credit for being the inspiration for your new gimmick."

"Whatever."

Chris cleared his throat earning their attention again. "Wow Hitman. You two made up quick," Chris noted. "So the rumors of him telling you to fuck off after the match are true?"

"Yeah but it wasn't that big of a deal. Like I said, we had a huge blow out about it courtesy of Vince McMahon. At the time, I blamed Shawn more than Vince because I felt like…hell I don't know what I felt."

"Like an insecure, tiny bastard," Hunter growled.

"Insecure? Maybe. Tiny? Not so much," Bret shot back.

"I still can't believe you did that to me," Hunter grumbled. "You forced me to listen to you make love to him and I…I still can't believe he just gave into you like that."

"You didn't know him then and you still don't know him like I know him," Bret replied. "He was my lover and my baby Hunter. I really did love him more than anything in this world. If you thought that little blow out was going to push him into your arms then you were dead wrong. I only did that to prove a point. All couples have their share of problems. Just…Shawn and I had more than the usual fair share. Despite that we still fought for our love. We fought and we fought—

"Until you gave up on it," Hunter finished.

"I never—

"Yes you did," Hunter spat. "You stopped fighting. The battle got to be too exhausting and in the end you chose your pride over your fucking heart. How pathetic!"

"Fuck you Hunter! You don't know shit about me!"

Hunter shook his head. "You know Bret, its funny. Now that I'm hearing all of this from you, there's no doubt in my mind that Shawn was head over heels for you. Just…let's throw in some real talk here. If I had a guy say all those things to me that you said to Shawn, I'd be putty in your hands Bret. I'd…I wouldn't want anybody else."

"What's your point genius?"

"Nothing it's…I'm just overwhelmed right now." Hunter leaned over in his chair burying his face in his hands. He remembered that night and what a night it was. He listened as Shawn dropped f-bombs left and right only to have him turn around and scream "Bret, my King" at the top of his lungs. It was a breathy, orgasmic cry that almost made Hunter cry from want. He left the arena after that. He was hard as a rock and he was pissed; so pissed that he cried all the way back to his room. Shawn had no idea at the time and neither did Bret, but Hunter was in love with Shawn. He loved that blonde so much and probably loved him the moment he said, "Hi". He just couldn't understand why Shawn was so loyal to Bret. From Hunter's POV, Bret was nothing but an arrogant, selfish, whiny bastard who kept Shawn on a type of leash. He couldn't – or in Hunter's mind – wouldn't be with Shawn but yet no one else could have him. But now…he had to admit that maybe, just maybe he was wrong.

"Hunter?" Chris called out to him but Hunter didn't answer. Instead he wiped his eyes then turned to Bret, shaking his head.

"I understand how you feel Bret, but even you've got to know that we don't deserve him." Bret had never seen Hunter cry and the thing is, while he shouldn't have felt sorry for him a part of him did. He felt sorry because he could relate. Watching Shawn each night in the ring with Hunter hurt like hell from over at WCW. It was like a knife to the heart that was twisted a little bit more each and every night until he died, his career ending concussion a synonym for death to him. The thought alone helped Bret clear his conscious of any regret he may have felt turning it into resentment.

"Am I supposed to do the noble thing and just give up on him?" Bret asked softly.

"Noble?" Hunter scoffed. "What would you know about noble?"

"No Hunter. What do YOU know about noble? I never would have sank so low as to make you listen to that had you fucked off. You taunted me night after night because you knew I was in a position where I couldn't tell anyone about me and Shawn. Add that to Vince adding you to his list of favorites and my life was a living hell! Shawn…" Bret scoffed. "I worked so hard for so long to protect him. I wanted to keep him away from guys like you because I knew he wasn't strong enough to…but all of you used him. You took advantage of him and you all love to use Montreal as a fucking excuse for why things happened the way that they did!"

"You used him too Bret!" Hunter shot back. "You used his weakness to get to him every time. How is that any different than what I did to get in your head? You…you were always in his head Bret, pulling him back when he could have been moving forward. All you cared about was yourself!"

"I—

"Your family!" Hunter spat. "I have to blah blah my brother Owen," he mocked. "I have this undying need to be champion again because Canada demands it. I have to have this huge contract to stroke my ego reminding me that I am still needed and even though traditionally the champ should get paid more, I'm more important than the champ because I'm Big Bad Bret Hart."

"Hunter. I'm warning you. Your face is about to meet my fist."

"You can dish it but can't take it?"

"Fuck you!"

"No thanks," he growled. "I'm nobody's bitch."

"Then fuck off. You're not needed here anymore."

"Fine, but I got one more thing to say before I go."

"By all means please say it."

"You and I both did some childish things back then and for my part, I apologize. I'm sorry for trying to break you two up because I really thought you didn't love him. If you could see your relationship from me or Kevin's point of view, it looked like Shawn was nothing but a toy for you. Just a nice fuck every now and then."

"You were wrong."

"Yeah…I guess so, but that doesn't change things Bret. I still think that Shawn's in a place right now that you don't fit into."

"This coming from the guy who also wants him back."

"Yeah well unlike you Bret, I don't know what I want. My actions today…and all the other times I "loved" Shawn were spawned from my need to protect him all the time. I have been through hell and back with Shawn from drug addictions and drinking to taking a back seat to Mr. Texas Tramp as he whored himself out to drown the pain. I do love him – always will – but I know deep down that he's right. He and I aren't meant to be and neither are the two of you."

"I think you're wrong."

"Whatever man. All I can say is…good luck." Hunter started for the door but stopped short when it suddenly opened. Standing in the doorway with red eyes and a tear stained face was Shawn and he looked as if he wanted to drop dead.

"Sha – Shawn! How long have you been there?" Hunter asked.

"He was there all alone," Chris answered. "And he heard…everything."

AN: Want the truth? This chapter gave me HELL! Like seriously. Egos clashing plus my attempt at recreating the sex scene that kept flashing through my head. Oh well...Good news people. I think I can finish this in a few more chapters. I didn't realize I was this close to Montreal. Bwahahaha YESH! And I cannot WAIT til I'm done with this fic. It will be a burden off of my shoulders.

-Hope it wasn't too fluffy for you but men in love are entitled to some fluff. Besides it was completely justified considering Shawn was difficult to deal with. Think of it as Bret's way of pacifying the situation.

-Hunter's finally coming around...maybe. Hell who the fuck knows? For all I know he might kill Bret in the next chapter.

-All hail The King of Kings...*snickers* Couldn't help that one.

-Shawn is being Shawn again. We'll eventually get more from him but I still have to get a little of Vince's POV in and Mark's. Will probably save Mark for last but no promises.

-Jub Jub...er...Jibble will be back in the picture soon provided Sera muse can get him to buck up some more. So far it's working.

-I have the strangest urge to write about cabbages. o.O

-I still want to write a fic about a naive young girl who wants to be a star in the WWE. Evil Vince is laughing.

-My Hunter muse wants to do Owen. o.O

-John Cena muse is making me write another fic. Why? Because he's my OTP and is tired of Bret getting all the attention. Go figure. Oh well. I agree. Cena Bret.

-Not trying to make you hate Bret or Hunter but young men have always been insecure blah blah.

-Seriously, this might be the last update for a while. I told you in the last chapter that I'm going to the Royal Rumble this year so it depends on my time...and Hunter.

-I love the fact that there's a Team Hunter, a Team Bret, a Team Jeff, a Team Jub and a Team Cena. I LOLed so hard at this. :D

-Thanks to all of you who have been reviewing. Maxx, really glad you took a chance at reading this. FicFource and others that are on twitter listening to me rant, thank you guys for being there, giving me inspiration and cabbages. Sera, thank you for "Texas Tramp". It was befitting this update.

-All of you should sub my main profile. Why? Because there's a Spring prompt in the works. If you saw the Christmas one then you know what I'm talking about. Writers, clear your schedule and fanfic whores be thinking of requests. I should have it up before the week is out.

-If you're not on Twitter, you're seriously missing out. And with that, I am out. Hope you enjoyed the update!