Dixie sat hunched over her desk, a stack of paperwork in her hands. She scanned through the lines very carefully before jotting down some notes off to the side.

At that moment her door swung open, Davy barreling into the office. Tamara came following after, hanging up her ever present cell phone.

"Come on, Mom." she sighed, impatient, "Let's get going."

"Ugh, why are you in such a hurry?" Davy groaned as he flopped into one of the chairs before Dixie's desk, "We're just going shopping. Bor-ring!"

"Give me a few more minutes, guys." Dixie murmured as she looked over the last of the paperwork, "I just have this last bit to go over and then we can go."

Tamara rolled her eyes and walked out of the office, calling one of her friends on her cell.

Davy hopped up and began to look at the various photos adorned on the wall of Dixie's office.

"Mom, what's Tamara's problem?" he asked absently as he studied the pictures.

Dixie looked up and gave his back a wiry smile, "She's just being a teenager. You'll understand when you get to be her age."

Davy turned back to her and snorted, "I won't act like a dork when I get to be her age."

Dixie grinned at him, fighting not to laugh, "I hope not."

She returned to her paperwork, signing it and slipping it back into it's rightful folder.

"What are you doing?" Davy asked as he approached the desk, "Are you getting a new wrestler for your company?"

Dixie shook her head, "Afraid not, pal. This is just last minute details for the party TNA Enterprises is having next week."

"Oh." Davy nodded, instantly bored by the talk of a party, "Are you done?"

"Yep, all set." Dixie rose from her chair and grabbed her purse, "Let's go."

Davy trailed after her, sighing, "Great. A whole day of watching you and Tamara try on clothes."

Dixie ruffled his hair and he ducked away, groaning, "Mooooom."

Dixie laughed and the pair headed down the hall. They rounded a corner and spotted Tamara talking to Serge up ahead.

As they drew to a stop, Dixie asked Serge, "Do you want to come along?"

"Oh, I'd like to, Dix." Serge sighed, resigned, "But I can't. I'm working on new theme music for Madison. Plus I need to meet with the music department on another version of James' video."

Dixie frowned at the sound of Madison's name but said nothing about it.

"Daddy, please come with us." Tamara begged, "Come on, it'll be fun. Like a family outing or something."

"Sorry, princess, but I just can't get away." Serge cupped her cheek and offered her a smile, "How about a rain check, huh?"
Tamara's face fell. She pulled away from her father and turned on her heels, marching off.

Davy ran after her, calling, "Hey, Tam, wait up!"

"Why does Madison need new theme music?" Dixie questioned her husband, "And why does it have to be done right now?

"The kids hardly see you anymore, Serge." she tried to get him to see reason, "I thought this could be a good chance for us to spend some quality time with Tamara and Davy."

"Don't start, okay, Dixie." Serge instantly went on the defensive, sighing angrily, "Besides you're just as bad about not spending time with the kids."

"Which is why I'm trying to make up for it." Dixie argued, his words stinging her, "And I thought maybe you'd want to, as well."

"I can't!" Serge snapped, "I can't just drop everything to go watch you and Tamara spend money. I have work to do."

And with that he went back into his office, slamming the door behind him.

Dixie started at the sound. She glared at the closed door, contemplating charging in there and giving him a piece of her mind.

But then she remembered that the children were waiting. Exhaling slowly, she turned and stalked off down the hall.

She met up with them in the lobby, noting Tamara sullenly looking out the window and Davy sitting in a nearby chair, looking up at the ceiling with a frown.

Dixie instantly smiled, putting on a joyful front in a bid to try and cheer her children up.

"Okay, let's go!" she called out with feint cheerfulness, "Come on, those clothes aren't

going to buy themselves!"

Tamara gave her a look, unimpressed. But Dixie wouldn't let her deter her. She threw her arm around her daughter and gave her a little shake. It earned her a giggle from Tamara and Dixie started to feel a little better.

"Great." Davy sighed as he surged to his feet and trailed after them, "Yay. Shopping."

Dixie glanced over her shoulder at him and smiled wickedly, "First three scoops of ice cream are on me."

Davy began to grin, the idea of food instantly lifting his spirits, "Great!"

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Serge stepped up to his window, his eyes going to the parking lot. He began to frown as he watched Dixie and the kids climb into her BMW and pull out of the lot.

A figure slinked up to him from behind, wrapping her arms around his waist and laying her chin on his shoulder.

"I've really missed you." Madison purred into his ear, "I hate not being able to see you whenever I want."

Serge continued to look out the window, seemingly lost in his thoughts. He hadn't heard a word she had said.

Madison's eyes narrowed; she hated being ignored. She promptly pulled away from him and turned to collect her things.

"You can go run along and play happy family man." she muttered as she snatched up her jacket and purse and stomped over to the door, "I've got better things to do with my time."

Serge blinked, coming out of his thoughts. As he began to register what she was saying he quickly turned around and went over to her, taking her arm as she took hold of the door knob.

"Madi, honey," he turned her around, pulling her close to him, "I want to spend time with you. Really I do."

Madison fixed him with a pout, "Are you still planning on leaving Dixie?"

Serge hedged, his mind racing as he tried to choose his words carefully.

"Of course I am." he finally assured her, giving her a charming smile, "It's just that there are a lot of things to work out. I need to plan this out very carefully."

He tried to go in for a kiss but Madison pulled away, sulking.

"What's to plan out?" she whined and Serge had to keep from cringing at the sound.

"I signed a prenup." Serge explained to her, "And if it were ever revealed that I cheated on Dixie during our marriage I wouldn't get a thing."

Madison thought it over before she began to smirk, "So it's all about money then."

Serge looked over her shoulder, back to the window. Something thoughtful flashed in his eyes.

He blinked and turned back to her. He smiled and pulled her close, murmuring, "Of course. Now don't you think we should get back to your theme music."

Madison issued a giggle as she wrapped her arms around him and they began to kiss.

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"I need to get just the right dress for your party, Mom." Tamara murmured as she led the way into the clothing store.

She hurried over to a rack of dressed and grabbed one, holding it up to herself.

"This is perfect!" she looked up at her mother with a bright grin.

Dixie looked at it with wide eyes. It was black, low cut, too short and definitely inappropriate for a sixteen-year-old.

"Guess again." Dixie told her with a good-natured laugh.

Tamara flung the dress back onto the rack with a pout.

"Maybe I should just put my hair up in pigtails and wear that pink and white party dress you got me when I was six." she huffed, hands on hips.

"Great idea." Dixie grinned.

"Ugh." Tamara pulled out her cell phone and marched off.

"Hey, Mom," Davy suddenly darted past her, "I'm going to the electronics store next door to look at new video games."

"Okay," Dixie called after him, "But we meet back here in thirty minutes."

"Okay!" Davy yelled, already barreling out of the store.

Dixie sighed and started her search. She wanted to find just the right dress for the party. It was really a first for the company and she wanted everything to go perfectly. And that included finding the right dress for the event.

After almost thirty minutes she had just about given up hope when she turned and spotted it.

There, ten feet away, was the ideal dress. It was beautiful, golden and Grecian cut. Absolutely perfect.

She promptly snatched it up and hurried to the nearest dressing room to try it on.

After slipping it on she turned to look at herself in the mirror and she began to beam. It fit just right. As though it were made for her. It didn't look like it even needed altered. That settled it, she was definitely getting it for the event.

Dixie had just finished changing and exited the dressing room, her dream dress in hand, when her cell phone began to ring.

She did some juggling and eventually pulled it out, answering almost breathlessly, "Hello?'

"Dixie?" Hulk's voice called out, "Hey, it's Hulk."

"Hi," Dixie greeted him as she began to walk to the counter, "Is everything all right?"

"Everything is great," Hulk told her, "As long as everything goes according to plan."

"I'm not following you, Hulk." Dixie laid the dress on the counter and gave the clerk her credit card, "What are you talking about?"

"I got word that John Morrison is doing a charity show tonight there in Tennessee." Hulk told her, "I was able to get a dinner meeting with him for after the show. Dixie, if we can sign him-"

"Oh, that would be great." Dixie agreed, following his train of thought, "He would be perfect for Impact."

"That's what I figured," Hulk told her, "So I was thinking you and I could have dinner with him tonight and give him the hard sell."

"Of course," Dixie replied earnestly, "Where and when?"

"The Capitol Grille." Hogan informed her, "About nine."

"Sounds perfect." Dixie collected her credit card and dress box, "I'll see you then."

She hung up her cell, thanked the clerk and headed off in search of the kids.

But as fate would have it, they found her. Dixie noted that Tamara was still pouting, but only just a little.

"So where are we going for dinner tonight?" Davy wanted to know, reminding her, "And don't forget you said the first three scoops of ice cream were on you."

Dixie flinched, remembering.

Tamara caught it, realizing something was up.

"What?" she sighed, as though she already knew what the answer would be.

"I am so sorry, you guys." Dixie apologized, feeling terrible, "But I'm not going to be able to have dinner with you tonight."

"Figures." Tamara sighed as Davy frowned, "Why not?"

"I was just on the phone with Hulk and he told me John Morrison is in town for one night," Dixie explained to them, "He wants the three of us to have dinner tonight and, hopefully, talk Mr. Morrison into signing with Impact."

"Awesome." Davy nodded, "I hope he signs with your company, Mom."

Tamara just rolled her eyes, "Great. Thanks for the fun family outing."

"Tamara-" Dixie started to speak but her daughter cut her off.

"No, okay." Tamara snapped, "I don't want to hear it. God, you're just as bad as Dad. Actually, you're worse. You talk about wanting to spend time with us but you always end up dropping us for some stupid business meeting."

She began to storm out of the store, calling over her shoulder, "Next time I'll just make an appointment with your secretary."

Dixie turned away and sighed, feeling like the worst mother in the world. Tamara wasn't too far off with her accusation. It might not have been like that all the time, but she did, unfortunately, remember a few times when she'd had to cancel plans because of work.

At that moment she felt a hand take hers. She looked over and saw Davy looking up at her with a sad smile.

"Thanks, pal." she told him, giving his hand a swing, "I needed that. And I'm sorry about dinner."

"I understand." Davy shrugged, "I really do hope you can get John Morrison to sign with your company, Mom."

Dixie put her arm around her son and together they walked towards the front entrance.

"Did I ever tell you that you're my favorite son?" she asked him.

"Mooooom."

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Dixie sat with Hulk and John Morrison later that night in the elegant dining room of the Capitol Grille. Though her thoughts kept going back to Tamara and Davy she tried to push them away and concentrate on the business at hand.

"And our X-Division is one of Impact's most popular groups." Hulk was saying, "Those matches always get some of the highest ratings on our shows."

"And it's where we believe you would be most at home." Dixie added, "Your wrestling style is a perfect match for the X-Division. We believe that it's a place where you could succeed. Not only succeed, but even possibly be a champion."

Morrison nodded, taking in their words.

"I have to admit," he told them, "You've given me a lot to think about. I promise I'll talk it over with my manager and have him give you a call."

"Thank you, my brother." Hulk said and shook the younger man's hand.

John shook Dixie's hand, as well, and left.

Dixie followed after him for a moment before she turned back to Hulk and smiled, giving him the thumbs up.

"Thank you." she told him, sincere, "He is a wonderful find. Thank you."

Hulk shrugged, "I didn't do anything."

"You found Impact's possible next big star." Dixie told him, "Not to mention you did a great job at selling him on the company."

"No problem." Hogan replied, "I think John will be a great asset."

He grew serious, looking down at his clasped hands for a moment before turning back to her, "And I know I'm sounding like a broken record here, but I need to thank you again. Thanks for giving me another chance."

Dixie smiled and gave his massive arm a pat, "Well if you keep making sharp moves like this, it'll be me thanking you."

Hulk smiled slightly at that before beginning to frown.

He shook his head, "This is how it should have been from the beginning. I should have never listened to Bischoff."

"Eric can be very persuasive when he wants to be." Dixie reminded him.

"Yeah," Hulk sighed, "But I'm a grown man with a mind of my own. I should have listened to my conscious and my heart."

Dixie waved it way, "That's water under the bridge now. The important thing is that you're not that man anymore. And," she added with a smile, "It looks like we have an amazing new wrestler to add to the roster."

Hulk picked up his glass and grinned, "I'll drink to that."

Dixie clinked glasses with him and finished her water. She then picked up her purse and rose from the table. Hulk quickly stood with her.

"Are you leaving?" he asked.

Dixie nodded, grinning, "Yeah. If I hurry I can just make desert with my kids."

Hogan grinned, "Well if I'm going to be cut out on, I guess they're a good enough reason as any."

Dixie chuckled and made her way towards the entrance, calling over her shoulder, "Goodnight, Hulk."

"Night, Dixie."

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Sting sat up on his weight bench and grabbed a towel, wiping his face. He let out a groan as he rose to his feet, retrieving his water bottle on the way.

Slinging the towel across his neck, he walked out of the gym and made his way down the hall to his bathroom.

As he walked his eyes went to a window, taking note of the bright, Florida sunshine that greeted him.

He had decided to go back to his Florida house for away. Just incase he wanted to pop into the Impact Zone and surprise Roode at a moment's notice. A dark smirk found it's way to his lips as he entertained that thought. Oh the things he had planned for that piece of garbage.

Sting was just about to enter his bathroom when he heard his cell phone ring from his bedroom.

Groaning over the delay of his shower, he hurried into the bedroom and picked it up.

"Hulk." he greeted the caller, "Man, you're calling bright and early. What's going on?"

"Sting," Hogan's voice sounded somber and Sting instantly found himself on alert, "I called as soon as I could. It's about Dixie. She was in a car accident last night, brother."