A/N: Thank you to Morrowsong for the review. Yes, I do plan to continue. It 's just that life had been a little hectic right now. Hope you enjoy.

*Warning: Sexual content*

Kevin inserted his key into the front door with a sigh of relief. Finally, a couple days off. It's not like he was a stranger to working (contrary to popular belief), but going from sitting on your ass for la year to running around twenty plus days a month was leaving his body in physical shock. Of course, Vince was going to work him like a bitch, along with Scotty and Hogan too. That's what Vince did; he hooked you with a deal, then came all the fine print.

"Ten days a month my ass," he muttered to himself as he pushed open the door, dragging his suitcase behind him. He closed the door and left his luggage in the front hall. Then he suddenly remembered how full the mailbox looked. Fuck it. He'd get it later.

He headed for the kitchen and opened the fridge. It was bare aside from some condiment bottles, a few containers of Chinese he forgot to throw out before he left for the last run, and a six-pack of beer. He grabbed one of the cans and cracked it open, taking a long swig. Entering the living room, he noticed the answering machine blinking. It was Scotty making sure he got in alright. At least someone gave a damn.

He grabbed the cordless handset off the dock and dialed up his best friend. They didn't stay on the phone long. They just like to check on each other as he and his friends did, especially with Scott and he both being divorced.

After hanging up with Scott, he noticed the deafening silence closing in around him. He had been divorced nearly two years now. In that time, he had gotten used to being alone when he came home. That was when he sat home for a year. Coming back on the road and then coming back to an empty house made it feel like it was happening all over again.

She said she couldn't handle it anymore. She couldn't stay in a marriage where he was only present part of the time. Not to mention, he had had multiple affairs. Yes, he was a real scumbag piece of shit. He had never meant for anything like that to happen.

There was a lot he didn't think would happen before getting into professional wrestling. Still, he did it all and then some. It was a shark tank and it was kill or be killed. As fun and awesome as it was a times, it was miserable and depressing at others. Despite everything, he thanked god every day for his brothers, the KLIQ.

Kevin grabbed the remote and turned on the television, the room filling with voices that provided a little comfort. He walked over to the sliding glass door, looking out at the ocean as his back yard. He had always wanted to live on the beach, but he had no one to share it with now.

He had been living in Scottsdale, Arizona while her was married. After the divorce, he moved to Florida. He was renting an apartment a few miles from where Scott lived in Tampa for five months or so. He then decided he like that he liked the Daytona area better and bought a small house on the opposite coast. It was only a two bedroom, well because he didn't need anything else. Just a spare room for when his buddies came to visit.

He took another swallow of her beer and watched the tide coming in. All these guys buying eight-bedroom mansions were jackasses. People liked to shit on him because he knew how to get his money. Well he wasn't going to squander it on useless shit either. He wasn't stupid. He knew he couldn't do this forever and was going to have to have something to live off of. He was doing everything to secure the future, their future. But that was over now.

He finished his beer and tossed the can on the trash. He wasn't sure where this sudden wave of depression came from, but he had a feeling he might need to run out for more beer.

It was the last week before Wrestlemania. Everything would get more stressful and a little hectic in the days to come. There was so much planning and preparation to pull off the biggest show in sports entertainment. Wrestlemania was the wrestling equivalent to the NFL's Superbowl and if anyone asked the Calaway sisters, they would say it was much more entertaining.

Speaking of the pair, their father was on the hunt for them. He was in somewhat of a foul disposition as he had told those girls for the umpteenth time not to leave the dressing room. Their school work was coming due and they hadn't submitted anything in over two weeks.

Mark entered catering and scanned the area. He didn't see them.

"Hey Mark, everything ok?" It was Lisa Moretti otherwise known as Ivory. She and Jaqueline had helped train Sara when she had her stint on TV.

"Looking for the girls," he said in an aggravated voice.

Lisa simply laughed. "I'm surprised those girls haven't' driven you completely insane by now."

"No, believe me. I'm there," Mark replied and he couldn't help but give a little chuckle.

"I'll keep an eye out for them," Lisa said before they parted ways.

"Yo Mark," Scott Hall had called him from across the room. "I think I saw two little shrimps down there, running the ropes," he said as the infamous trio comprised of Nash, Hogan and himself approached him.

Mark released an agitated growl. Of all things, he continuously expressed that the damn ring was without a doubt off limits. "It figures," he spat. "Those girls believe they are destined for greatness. But right now, the only things they are destined for is an essay and some calculus work. I'll check down there," he said and headed off.

"Are we tattle tails now?" Kevin asked his friend with an air of amusement.

"That blonde one is too cocky. She could stand to be taken down a peg or two." Scott smirked. Truthfully, there was something about her blunt confidence that caught his attention, though he couldn't admit it.

When Mark found the girls, they received a massive scolding and rough lecturing. "I want this done tonight so I can send it off tomorrow," Mark commanded. "I'll be back after I get done with the meeting," he said as he headed towards the door. He stopped and turned. "Get it done. I mean it!" He was speaking mostly to Reves, but Heather was not going to take his word lightly. He left his daughters in his dressing room to complete their work.

As soon as Mark was gone, Heather sat down cross-legged on the floor in from of the coffee table. She grabbed her bag and began taking out her materials. "How is your essay coming?" she asked her sister, knowing she hadn't even begun to work on it.

"Fine," Reves replied in a snarky tone, crinkling her nose. She didn't have any plans to write an essay for her brain-dead college professor. The subject matter was stupid and pointless. She knew the "Prince of Darkness" would be holding court for quite some time. There was something she was after and she was tired of waiting. If Daddy could play games and keep secrets, so could she.

"What's the topic, again?" Heather asked, pulling her from her train of thought.

Reves huffed. "It's on how I think technology will shape our relationships in the future. How the fuck should I know. Maybe, he should go watch the Jetsons or something."

Heather giggled a little. Her sister was always getting unnecessarily riled. She opened her workbook with a contented sigh. She loved school, or rather she loved learning. It was usually calming and gave her a sense of accomplishment. Of course, she maintained a 4.0 GPA.

"Where are you going?" Heather asked in an anxious voice.

"I don't know. I might just gain more experience for my essay," Reves said cryptically with a sly grin.

"Rev, seriously. Do you really think it's a good idea to upset Daddy after the tongue lashing, we just received? He'll be livid!" The fear was creeping into her voice as she came to a standing position.

Reves rolled her eyes, hard. "Oh, please. It's not like you'll be in trouble," she scoffed. "Just go crunch your numbers, little goody two-shoes dork." She waved her sister away.

Heather exhaled sharply. She was always mild mannered and even tempered, but she didn't always take kindly to her sister's mocking. She sat back down with the knowledge that she had been defeated. Again.

As her sister skipped to the door, Heather called her name in one last attempt. When Reves turned towards her with narrowed eyes, she received confirmation that her pleading was futile. She looked down at her work, her shoulders sagging. She hoped her sister couldn't get herself entangled into any sort of calamity.

Reves was making her way cautiously through the corridors. She wasn't exactly sure where the wrestler's court was being held and she certainly wouldn't be thrilled if she got busted wondering around.

"Where's Terry?" Kevin had asked Scott as he came out of the bathroom.

Scott looked over at his friend and shrugged his shoulder. Hulk wasn't one to always hang with the boys, but he somehow seemed more aloof since returning to WWE.

"I'm fucking parched. You want something to drink, brother?" Kevin then feigned a glare. "It's too early for boozes."

"You're one to talk," Scott chuckled as he raised his middle finger. "Nah, man. I'm good."

"Alright then. I'll be right back," Kev said walking towards the door.

Reves had arrived at the destination she sought. As she approached, she heard the door opening. She stole around the corner nearby. Plastering herself against the wall, she watched the nearly seven-foot-tall, Kevin Nash pass by unknowingly.

Good. He was gone. For how long? And was that geezer, Hogan still around? Checking down the hall, there were no longer any signs of Nash. She emerged from around the corner and approached the door with a sign boosting the nWo logo. She prayed he was alone in there, otherwise this would be extremely awkward. She knew somehow, he was the one who told Mark about them playing around down in the ring. She was going to make him understand he was better off holding his tongue.

She ran a hand through her flowing platinum hair. She looked at her shaking hand. Why was she doing that? She shouldn't be nervous. At least that is what she told herself, despite the fact that she had every reason to be.

Reves raised a trembling hand and rapped on the door with her knuckles. She momentarily thought she should forget this business, but she willed herself to stay and smoothed her clothes. She waited a minute or so with no answer. Maybe he wasn't there either she thought to herself ash she knocked again. She quickly raised her arm and rested it on the door frame and leaning against it as the door quickly swung open.

Her heart skipped a beat and a shiver ran down her spine as her eyes fell upon him in his tight jeans and fitted shirt. His hair was down, falling at his shoulders. She grinned coyly as she felt her body tingle. Looking at him, she forgot all her nerves.

Scott stared at her quizzically for a few moments. "Can I help you?" he asked. Fuck, why was she looking at him like that?

Without uttering a word, she walked past him right into the room, looking back at him over her shoulder. She stopped in the center of the room and turned towards him with her hands on her hips. "I sure hope you can help me," she said, "but I know I can certainly help you."

There was a gleam in her eyes that was all too familiar, he just couldn't bring himself to say what it was. Despite his better judgement, he let the door fall shut behind him. He approached her and for some reason, he felt his body go on edge. Standing mere inches away, he looked at her and smirked. "And just how do you think you're going to help me, little lady?"

Pushing her hands against the firm muscle of his chest, she shoved him down onto the black leather couch and quickly straddled his lap. She leaned in close to his ear and spoke in a low and husky tone, "I'm gonna be your Bad Girl."

A shock ran through Scott's body like electricity as her words assaulted his ear. The sensation traveled down to his groin, causing his cock to lurch against the gentle pressure of her body across his lap. She shuddered in response and before he could say a word, her lips came crashing down over his.

Scott was stunned. Through out his professional career he had had countless women approach him wanting to hook up, but never had he met anyone this bold. This shouldn't have come as a surprise to him by the way she looked at him, her smug attitude, but it did. At first, he was too taken back to respond, but he soon realized how amazing be kissed by her felt.

Reves's heart thudded against her chest when he returned her kiss. His arm came around her, hand pressing against her back and pushing her body against him. She shivered as his rough facial hair scrapped against her soft skin.

Their lips crashed together feverishly, slipping away into each other. Tongues met one another's, battling for dominance

Scott was fully hard now, his cock straining against his tight jeans. He was on the verge of exploding already. He had been with women both older and younger. The younger ones, though smoking hot and all too eager to please, had little experience. Where the hell had she learned to make out like this?

Suddenly Scott realized: this girl was Mark Calaway's daughter! He was the patriarch of the WWE locker room. No one would dare disrespect him in such a manner. It would almost be the equivalent to walking straight up to Vince McMahon and literally spitting in his face.

"Hey," he said, trying to break away. "How old are you anyway?" he asked in between her onslaught.

Reves didn't miss a beat. Quickly she pulled her lips away from his mouth, lining his rugged jaw with kisses. "Nineteen," she panted with a sultry tone.

Scott struggled to think clearly. This girl was fucking hot and hell, she was legal. But she was also Mark's daughter, fucking Undertaker! He never had a fear of Mark under normal circumstances, but he was definitely the type to kill for his kids.

As these thoughts were swimming in his head, Scott was vaguely aware of the girl's nimble fingers unbuckling his belt. She caressed the bulge that was threatening to split the seam of his jeans before undoing the button and pulling on his zipper, offering him a little relief.

Moving off his to his right side, she slipped her hand into his pants and wrapped her palm around his throbbing member. Her hand glided back and forth over the smooth skin causing him to release a low groan.

She bit her lip. Damn, he felt big. The thought made her shudder with desire. She pulled him out and her eyes fell upon the engorged erection within her hands. She noticed the tip glistening as she rubbed her thumb gently across the head.

Scot groaned. He was trying to fight this. Fuck was he trying! At least that is what he was telling himself. He exhaled sharply. "Look, maybe this isn't such a good idea," he said shakily as he tried to move her hand away.

Reves's blue orbs locked onto his deep brown ones. "If you're going to tell on me to my old man, you may as well tell him something worth hearing," she said with a seductive smile.

"Holy shit," Scott whispered hoarsely as her slick, warm mouth came down over him and completely engulfed his rock-hard member.