"Oh, man. Where is he? We've been out here for almost thirty minutes. That boy should be here by now." Amy said, placing her head on Jeff's shoulder.

"He told me that he would be here by 2:00. It's 2:01 already, I'm gonna kick his ass when he gets here. I'm probably more than nervous than he is." Jeff replied.

Jeff and Amy were waiting for Shannon to arrive to the hotel. This was his week to do dark matches and get his first taste of being in the World Wrestling Federation. They both considered Shannon to be like a brother. He was a little brother in this case since he was definitely an underdog compared to Jeff and Amy, who were larger than life in the wrestling business. Amy and Jeff were gonna try their hardest not to be overprotective of Shannon. The two didn't want their co-workers nor the fans to feel that Shannon didn't make it on his own and that he couldn't do it without Jeff, Matt or Amy. They just wanted his experience in the WWF to be the best it could be, without any trouble.

"Why are we so nervous, Jeff? We both know he's gonna do good."

"Hey, me and Matt were having a fit on your first day here."

"Yeah, I remember that. Every other minute, one of you would ask me, are you okay? Has anyone caused you any problems? It was so sweet, but you can't do that with Shannon. The guys will think he's soft."

"Look, we're just gonna tell him that we have his back and if he needs anything, we'll be right here."

"Wait, is that him?" Amy asked, seeing a car coming from a distance.

"Yeah, that's his crazy ass. I hear some Marilyn Manson." Jeff replied, smiling big.

Jeff and Amy waved as they spotted Shannon driving a black Maxima. He waved back and parked the car, close to where the two of them were standing. A short guy stepped out of the vehicle, wearing a sleeveless black shirt and blue jeans with sunglasses. Jeff walked up to his friend and gave him their famous Naves handshake while Amy looked on.

"Dude, we've been waiting on you for the longest. What took you so long?"

"Traffic is crazy out there, man. Hey, little sister." Shannon said, walking over to Amy and giving her a big hug.

"What's up, bro? I've missed you so much! Wow, you are getting sexier and sexier every time I see you." Amy replied, looking at Shannon.

"Thank you, a lot of girls tell me that. Hey, Jeff, make yourself useful and get my bags out the car."

Shannon turned around, hearing a door open and out came Matt and Trish hand in hand. Shannon inhaled a sharp breath. She's even finer in person, is what he thought to himself. He stood there transfixed, trying his best not to show what he was feeling on the inside. It was like he and Trish were the only two people on Earth as Shannon looked into her eyes. All of a sudden, a picture of Crystal popped into his head and he came back into reality.

"Shannon, long time, no see. It's good to see you again." Matt said as he gave him a hug.

"Same here, Matt. Aren't you gonna introduce me to your friend?" Shannon whispered to Matt.

"Oh, where are my manners? Shannon, this is Trish. Trish, this is Shannon." Matt watched as the two shook hands.

Shannon felt like he was on cloud nine as his flesh touched hers. He didn't know why he was feeling this way, knowing he had a fiancee at home, who he loved very much. Trish was just more than a woman to him in person. She had on tight tie-dye pants with streaks of gold over the denim and a gold belt to match. Her brown eyes drew him into a spell and he was overwhelmed by what he was feeling.

"Hi, Shannon. It's nice to finally meet you. I've been hearing Shannon Moore a lot around here lately." Trish smiled.

"No, it's a pleasure to meet you, Trish. I just think you're awesome."

"Well, thank you. That's very sweet of you to say." She replied.

"Shannon, bring your tail in this arena. These bags of yours are heavy." Jeff said, dragging a suitcase along with him.

Matt walked over to Jeff and picked up the suitcase he was holding with one hand, making his brother feel kind of embarassed.

"You really need to work on those abs." Matt joked as everyone laughed while Jeff blushed.

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Shannon was amazed by the welcome he received from the WWF Superstars. Some of them had admitted to being a fan of his work. Even from people he never met, they continue to give off a positive vibe and he was loving every minute of it. He saw himself in the WWF, nowhere else. He saw his future and his purpose in life here, which was to entertain people to the best of his ability. No matter where his life would take him next, he just wanted to be here, a part of the World Wrestling Federation.

He felt kind of worn out from all the people he had been around and was now looking for the locker room in which Matt and Jeff put his stuff so that he could relax and prepare for his match. He had already talked to Randy Orton about it so now, he just running everything over and over through his head. Shannon knew that he had to be ready by 7:30 so he kind of in a hurry since it was already 5:45. He found a locker room, which looked kind of familar so he shrugged and opened the door wide open to see Trish standing there with a towel wrapped around her naked upper body and silver leather pants riding low on her hips.

"Whoa!" Shannon yelled, realizing the mistake he made in not knocking before he came in as Trish smiled.

"Can I help you, Mr. Moore?"

"I am so sorry, Trish. I did not know you were in here. I was just wondering where my stuff was." Shannon said before he swallowed, trying his best not to let his manhood take over. Temptation was an invinicble thing in the form of Trish Stratus and he couldn't deny much more.

"Yeah, they're over there, sweethart. So how's everybody treating you?" Trish said before she turned her back to Shannon, releasing the towel from her upper body.

"Everyone's treatin'...me...real hard." Shannon replied, barely beneath a whisper, with his eyes devouring Trish's body. If she only knew the affect she was having on him right now. He was trying his best not to drool. Her body was an enigma to him since it was so perfect. Her beautiful blonde hair just made him wanna run his hands through them. The leather pants she had on were riding so low on her hips that he could see she was wearing a g-string underneath. She had obviously been smothered with lotion because her well-toned stomach looked like it was sweating, which Shannon thought was very sexy. He was a sucker for females with a big butt and he just wanted to melt.

"Excuse me, what did you just say?" Trish looked at Shannon while she changed into a black tank top.

"I said, everyone's treating me real good." Shannon answered, walking over to get his bags, blinking out of the trance he was in, remembering once again that he had a fiancee.

"Oh, you can get dressed in here. I'm about to go find Jazz so we can talk about our match. If you need me, I'll be in the women's locker room. Matt and Jeff will be here later, I guess. Good luck with your match." Trish said, picking up the clothes she had changed out of.

"Same to you. Take care." Shannon sat down slowly after Trish left the room. He pulled out his wallet and looked at a picture of him and Crystal.

"What the hell is wrong with me? Why does that girl have to be so fine?" He said to himself, hoping that his feelings would calm down and that they wouldn't cause him any trouble. He heard his cell phone ring from his pocket and quickly answered it, trying to forget about what just happened.

"Hello."

"Hey, baby. It's Crystal. You doing alright?"

"Yeah, I'm doing great. Why shouldn't I be? How are you doing?"

"I'm miserable...without you here. I miss you so much and you've only been gone for a day. Do you miss me too?"

"Of course I do, honey, but we already talked about this. We agreed that this was best for me and that you should support me."

"I do support you, Shannon, but I kind of liked it better when you weren't away from me, you know?"

"Well, you might as well get used to it because this is just my first day. I haven't even debuted on television and you're already complaining. The schedule is only gonna get worse, whenever I start getting popular. Are you sure you'll be okay?"

"I'm not complaining. I just don't know what's the right thing to do. I want to support you but I want you here too."

"I'll be home Wednesday, babe. Can't you tell that I'm happy right now? This is where I belong. I've dreamed about this all my life."

"Well, didn't you dream of having a wife? You belong with me too. If I feel like shit already, imagine how I'm gonna feel in the future."

"Come on, Crystal. I've got a match to get ready for. I don't have time for this, we already talked about this and you said you would be fine. Please don't mess my day up."

"Oh, I get it now. Wrestling is more important to you than comforting me when I feel horrible. What the hell is up with you?"

"Damnit, Crystal. Can we talk about this later? You are really getting stressed when I don't need to be. Just save it for later."

"Fine!" Shannon sighed as Crystal hung up on him. He saw this coming but not so soon. He expected her to act like that later on in his career in the WWF. Shannon looked up, hearing the door open and in came Trish.

"Excuse me, man. I left my towel in here." Trish smiled and bent down to pick it up while Shannon got a quick glimpse of her ass.

She waved and left the room. It seemed like this was just the beginning of his problems with Crystal. He really hoped they would work it out since he honestly loved her but Trish was only making things worse. He knew that Matt was her man but he couldn't deny it any longer. He was attracted to Trish and when it came to females, Shannon always got what he wanted.