This story begins on January 5, 2014.
Any characters that you recognize as intellectual property of the WWE obviously do not belong to me. The plot, however, is a creation from my imagination. Scary, isn't it?

"I can't believe that we actually spent Christmas and New Year's traveling around Europe!" Sarah Fuller smiled tiredly as the two friends headed towards baggage claim.

Sarah's dark haired friend agreed. "We deserved the time off. It was great to hang out with Sam and Torrie in their respective home countries. WooWoo; fun, fast-paced, and exhausting. Those women sure know how to explore and party!" Arriving at the luggage belt, the women were nearly leaning on each other as they waited for anything to begin moving. "It's already January 5th. Do you believe it? I am really happy I took off work for a couple more days."

"That was so wise! I have to go back on Tuesday." Sarah said through a yawn. "Do you think we can find a hotel room this late?" Looking at her friend stretching and yawning, she said, "Yep, we'd better try. Neither one of us is fit to drive."

It only took the women another hour to get their luggage and find a cab. It was another 45 minutes before the cab could take them from BWI airport to the hotel in Baltimore where Sarah had found a room. The taxi pulled up to the curb and dropped the friends off. "So sorry. Too much traffic; you get out here. You pay me $17.75 for ride. I not have change. You pay." the driver said. They handed him a twenty and hauled their bags across the sidewalk, through the drop-off area, dodged the in-coming cars, and walked through the lobby doors. They joined the ever-growing line of people waiting to check-in.

"Do you believe that this many people want to check-in at 2:30 in the morning? We aren't the only nuts around." Sarah muttered.

Someone attempted to smother a soft chuckle behind the second woman. Catching a glimpse of the man from the corner of her eye, she faced forward and held her breath. There was no mistaking the piercing blue eyes and the square-cut jaw. Maybe he had his distinctive hair hidden under a non-descript stocking cap, but she knew exactly who was behind her. Sarah took a step forward. So did she. When the man behind her moved forward, he made sure he was in her personal space…able to speak to her without being overheard by her friend. "So your friend thinks only nuts are out at 2:30 in the morning? I guess this isn't a usual occurrence for the two of you?" She shook her head no. "Are you really this shy?" he asked. She shrugged her shoulders. "Why are you so nervous?"

"There are so many of you and you are all so big." she whispered. She turned, looking at him over her shoulder. "Sarah and I are fans. Pretty big fans, actually. We are just exhausted from a long trip. And if you all are here that might mean all of the rooms…"

"I'm sure there are still rooms." he said with a kind smile, now noticing the shadows beginning to form under her eyes – not that he would ever admit it to her. They moved forward again. "Are you coming to Raw tomorrow, I mean tonight?" She shook her head no. "Why not? If you are such big fans?"

Raising an eyebrow, she looked at him for a moment before answering. "We just got back in the country from a long vacation. Stopping here was a spur-of-the-moment thing before we separate and go back to our respective lives. Like I said, we are exhausted. Vacation is over and funds are low. Such is life." A tired smile blossomed on her face. "But the fun we had!" It was finally the women's turn to check in, so she went to the desk with her friend. He stood there feeling gut-punched by her smile.

Not at all ashamed, he eavesdropped on their room number. If the only way to see her again was to send them tickets to Raw himself, that's what he would do. He just needed a name. As the women headed for the elevators, he saw her look back at him. He hid his smile by facing the receptionist and getting his own room key. He thought to himself, Maybe this instant attraction was two-sided? There was hope.

Across the lobby, he could hear Sarah's voice clearly call "Come on, Mildred! I am ready to sleep."

Mildred? Who is named Mildred now-a-days? And if an adult woman has that name, why wouldn't she change it? he thought.

In the elevator, Sarah was getting an earful. "Seriously, Sarah?! You had to call me Mildred?"

"That is your name, isn't it?" Sarah said through a yawn.

"Dammit, woman. I thought you were my friend. Did you not see that cute hunk of manliness talking to me? Now he thinks people call me Mildred. By all that is good and holy, woman!" She was grinding her teeth together and gripping her suitcase handles until her knuckles turned white.

"Sheesh. Sorry, Shannon. If I see him again I'll let him know that you despise your first name and only use your middle name. I'll even say you eviscerate anyone who calls you Mildred. I've got the scars to prove it. Now can we go to the room and sleep?" Sarah snapped as she yawned again.

The elevator doors opened and the two very tired women nearly crawled down the hall to their door. "Like he would even care anyway." Shannon murmured as they opened the door. They dumped their suitcases on the floor, brushed their teeth and barely landed on the beds before they were asleep. Shannon's dreams were filled with pearly white teeth, bright blue eyes, perfectly formed l'il ears, that strong square jaw, and dark roots topped with platinum blonde streaks. And he was calling her Mildred.