Chapter 1

Glen sighed as he made his way up the ramp and through the curtains, the screams from the crowd still echoing in his head. Another night. Another match. Another standing ovation. He shook his head when he thought about how ironic it was. Almost six years earlier, he had gotten a call from Vince McMahon, with an offer to play the part of Kane, an indestructible, ill-tempered monster who just happened to be the Undertaker’s little brother. Glen chuckled when he recalled the look on Vince’s face at their first face-to-face meeting. The 'little' part had been dropped in a hurry.

Now, years later, despite his character’s intimidating and violent presence, or maybe because of it, he had evolved into one of the WWE’s most popular superstars. Without a doubt, he had one of the most loyal fan followings of any guy in the locker room. No matter what he did, who he wrestled, where he went, the fans were always behind him one hundred percent. Although he worked hard and gave his best in every match he wrestled, he still didn’t get it. He still couldn’t understand what the fans saw in him. But as long as they continued to cheer him on as long as they continued to pay their hard earned money to buy tickets to see him wrestle, he would continue to give them all of himself every time he stepped into the ring. He wouldn’t let himself question the great success the good Lord had given him.

Making his way through the back of the arena, through the maze of corridors lined with costume trunks and plastic storage boxes, Glen headed for his dressing room, eager to shower and head back to his hotel room for some much needed rest. Opening the door, he was immediately met by a chorus of laughter and he couldn’t help but give a small chuckle himself, wondering which unfortunate soul had just been on the receiving end of yet another practical joke.

"Hey guys. What’s up?" he asked, when he entered the room and saw several of the guys crowded around one of the small wooden benches, gazing down at whatever it was that was in the middle of the large group.

"You gotta come take a look at this!" his friend Chris Irvine yelled above another fit of laughter, as he motioned for Glen to come and join them.

"What now?" Glen chuckled again, knowing that his friends were always finding some type of mischief to get into.

Slipping off his mask, he sauntered over to where they were gathered, and gazed down over the shoulders of a few of the smaller guys as he tried to figure out what they were looking at. Then he spotted the small grey laptop that was open on the bench and he rolled his eyes, assuming that they had simply found some type of pornographic site to look at.

"Porn? Come on guys. Aren’t you all a little old to be laughing over pictures of naked women?" he teased, wondering if they could possibly get any more immature. "Hell, if its naked women you’re after, just head out to the back of the building. I’m sure the ring rats have gotten pretty thick back there by now."

"It’s not porn man. Well, not exactly anyway. It’s called fan fiction. The site belongs to a fan that Helms here talked to earlier. It’s called Sinful Nature. She gave him the address and told him to check it out sometime. Told him she’d written some pretty steamy stuff about him." Chris replied with a snicker.

"Yeah. She seems to think that the Hurricane has some pretty good Hurri-powers, if you know what I mean, Beyotch!" Shane replied, taking his superhero stance, which earned him a smack to the back of the head from Chris.

"Has anybody every told you that you look like an idiot when you do that. And what’s with this beyotch thing? It’s bitch, plain and simple. Get over it!" he yelled, causing another round of laughter to pass through the group.

"Well, there’s at least one person who happens to like my superheroness." Shane replied, pointing down at the monitor.

"Yeah. And there’s also somebody who thinks that Bubba Dudley has the body of a Greek god. Take it for what it’s worth." Chris snapped back.

"He’s just got a big head because someone’s been writing a story about him." Shane muttered, rolling his eyes as Glen chuckled at their antics. "Of course they have. What woman wouldn’t want me?" Chris proclaimed in his best Jericho voice. "Look at me. Look at this body. I’m Chris Jericho. I’m a HUGE rock star! I’m the King of . . ."

"Suckas!" Booker T interrupted, shoving Chris out of the way so he could see the screen again.

"Listen here, dog!" he added, playing up his character as he motioned from Glen to the computer screen. "There’s even a story about me, Booker T, the five time, five time, five time, five time, five time, WCW champion. This woman wants to read the 'Book' from cover to cover, if you know what I mean dog. Yeah, her own private version of the Spin-a-roony. Now can you dig that...."

"Guys, guys, guys. Come on now. Why on earth would these women possible want to write stories about you, when they can write about me, R-V-D.? After all, I am Mr. Monday Night and Tuesday Night and Wednesday Night Hell, I’ll be Mr. Every Night if that’s the way they want it. It’s all cool with me!" Rob added, with a shrug of his shoulders

"Listen, DUDE. I’m sure that most of your fans haven’t even learned to write yet, so I doubt that there’s anything on that site for you." Chris chimed in, pushing Rob out of his way.

"But I bet there’s a few there for Glen." he added, turning to face his friend. "What do you say, buddy? Want to come over here and check it out?"

"Thanks, but no thanks, man. I think I’ll pass. Doesn’t sound like my kind of thing, if you know what I mean." Glen replied, as he backed away from the group. “Besides, I feel pretty worn down tonight. I just want to take a shower and head back to my room so I can catch up on some sleep."

"Suit yourself man. At least we offered." Chris replied, before turning his attention back to the computer screen.

Sitting down on one of the empty benches, Glen listened to them banter back and forth as he removed his boots, then stood to remove his costume. Once he was naked, he wrapped a towel around his waist and gathered a change of clothes before heading in the direction of the showers.

The sound of laughter echoed behind him again as he left the room, and he shook his head and smiled, wondering if he was the only sane person left in the whole company. He thought he would definitely have to speak to Vince about making mental evaluations part of his hiring practices!

Chapter 2

Kimberley leaned back in her chair and stretched, rubbing her tired neck as she checked the time. Surprised by how late it had gotten, she turned back to the computer screen and the story she had been working on for the past few nights.

"I’ll just finish this chapter then head to bed." she thought to herself, knowing she had to be at work early the next morning.

After struggling for several minutes to find the right words, she finally wrote a decent ending to the chapter and saved it to her disk. As the computer worked on saving her document, she clicked the other button at the bottom of her screen, bringing up her favorite web page, Sinful Nature. One of her closest friends, Michelle, had created the wrestling fan fiction site as a place for female wrestling fans to come together and drool over their favorite stars. Knowing that Kim was a big fan of Glen Jacobs, the man who played Kane, Michelle had urged Kim to check it out and maybe even post some of her work there.

Always one with an overactive imagination, Kimberley had written several fan fiction stories herself. But the thought of putting them out there for everybody to read kind of made her nervous. It wasn’t so much a lack of confidence that made her reluctant…she knew she was a decent writer and many of her closest friends had told her that they loved her work. Rather, it was the love and admiration that she had for Glen that held her back. After all, what would he think if he were to ever read the stories that she had written about him? How would he feel about a total stranger pretending to know such intimate things about him?

After several discussions on the topic, Michelle had finally convinced Kim that she had a better chance of winning the lottery than to have Glen Jacobs stumble onto the website and read her stories about him. After all, he was a busy man and he didn’t have time to concern himself with everything his fans did. So after much prodding and poking, Kimberley had started posting one of her stories, about a medieval princess who had been rescued from an evil prince by Kane, one of the King’s most valiant knights. While she had originally thought her story was kind of silly, she had gotten several great reviews on it, which had helped to build her confidence even more. Since then, she had posted a few more stories, always with the same glowing results, and her concerns about Glen ever reading them had slowly faded into the background.

While Kim normally didn’t have any difficulty coming up with new ideas for her stories, her latest work had been very challenging for her to write. It was no secret to anybody who knew her that she absolutely worshipped Glen. She knew just about everything there was to know about the guy, from his early days working with Al Snow in the now defunct Smokey Mountain Wrestling organization to the modern day Kane, and all his other failed gimmicks in between. And although she had never been lucky enough to meet him in person, she had heard from many others who had, and they all had nothing but the highest praise for the man. He was apparently nothing but a big teddy bear outside of the ring, always pleasant and cordial and eager to please a fan. So, wanting to repay him for his hard work and kindness, she had decided to write a story that emphasized his best qualities. A tribute of sorts to his love of the fans, his dedication to the business and the hard work that had gotten him where he was today. Something that would have a little bit of reality mixed in with the make-believe and, of course, a little bit of smut added in along the way.

Kim smiled when she remembered the first time she had ever tried writing a sex scene involving Glen. Just the thought of being in that position with him was enough to make her whole body tingle. To have him wrap those huge arms around her…to have him hold her against his massive chest… to have him whisper in her ear with that incredibly sexy voice of his, it was enough to make her knees weak. But, alas, it was only fiction . . . a fantasy that would never be fulfilled. She sighed in frustration, the ache in her heart painfully tight, as she realized that her greatest dream would never come true. Glen would never be hers.

Turning off her computer, Kim stood from her chair and stretched again, then headed to her bathroom to change into her pajamas. Then stumbling back into the room, she pulled back the covers and climbed into her cold, empty bed, wishing that Glen was there to help keep her warm. Smiling at the thought, she closed her eyes and snuggled into the pillow and slipped off into the world of pleasant dreams.

Chapter 3

Glen sighed as he opened his closet and pulled out some clothes, packing them into his suitcase as he prepared for another long week on the road. He didn’t know what was more exhausting—traveling to four different cities over four days time or spending three lonely days by himself while he was home. Sometimes, he was almost grateful for the new work week to begin. At least while he was on the road, he had his friends to keep him company.

Turning to his dresser to gather the remainder of his things, he stopped when he saw the picture sitting on top. Picking it up, he ran his fingers over the glass, remembering when it had been taken. Those had been happier times then…his wedding day…a time when he believed that love could truly conquer all. He shook his head when he thought of how blind he had been. How easily he had fallen. Although things had been over with for over a year now, it still seemed like it had only happened yesterday. And although she was gone from his life for good, for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to put the picture away. Along with the pain, it also gave him a small glimmer of hope….hope that maybe someday, he could find that kind of happiness again. And this time, it would be for real.

Sitting the picture back down on the dresser, he finished packing his bags and carried them through the house, sitting them beside the front door. As usual, he had an early flight to catch in the morning, and he had discovered long ago that if he got himself into the habit of packing everything the night before, then he could easily gain an extra thirty minutes worth of sleep in the morning.

Heading back to his bedroom, he grabbed a clean pair of sweatpants and headed to the bathroom to shower…another habit that saved him a few extra minutes of time in the mornings. When he was done, he brushed out his hair and pulled it back into a low ponytail to keep it out of his face while he slept. Then he gathered the remainder of his things and placed them in a small carry-on bag before he headed back into his bedroom and climbed into bed.

He stretched out and gazed up at the ceiling for several minutes before he realized he wasn’t tired enough to go to sleep. Sitting up again, he used the remote to turn on the television and he flipped through the channels as he tried to find something interesting to watch. Not finding anything there, he turned the TV off and gazed around his room, spotting his video game system in the corner. He considered hooking it up to play a few games, but he knew once he got engrossed in that task, he’d be up all night. Looking around once more, he spotted his laptop, which was lying on top of the desk underneath the window and he decided that he would spend some time surfing the web.

He gathered the computer up in his arms and carried it back to the bed, plugging it into the bedside outlet before he crawled back under the covers. Turning it on, he first checked out a couple of his favorite gaming sites and read up on some of the upcoming releases. Then he headed over to Amazon.com to place an order for some more books. He loved to read and usually kept several new books on hand to take with him when he traveled. However, due to his extreme boredom, his last supply of fresh reading material had been quickly depleted, so he figured he’d go ahead and stock up now, so his order would be there in time for the following week’s trip.

Once that was done, he checked out a couple of popular wrestling sites, always curious as to what the fans thought about the current storylines and characters. Not finding anything important there, Glen was almost ready to turn the computer off when he remembered the locker room conversation he’d had with the guys a few days earlier. He smiled at the thought of his friends fighting with each other over some stupid little website. He wondered what could have possibly been so special about it to make grown men act like four year olds.

What had they said the name of the site was? Sinful something or other? Glen strained to remember the conversation, trying to recall the name Chris had given him.

"Sinful Delights, maybe?" he thought, typing the words into the search engine.

"Nope, that’s not it." he thought again, when his search brought up the site for a gourmet candy shop.

"Hmmm. Sinful Pleasures? Nope, that doesn’t sound right." he said out loud, as he tried to piece together the puzzle. "Sinful Stories? Nope, that doesn’t sound right, either".

Unable to come up with the right word, he finally performed another search, this time for wrestling fan fiction sites. After sorting through several pages of results, he finally found one with the word "Sinful" in it.

"That’s it! Sinful Nature." he thought to himself, as he clicked on the link to the site.

"Now, let’s see if I can figure out what all the fuss is about. Maybe I can even find some dirt that I can use against the other guys when I see them tomorrow."

With that thought in mind, he opened the page and gazed down the list of stories, randomly clicking on one as he began to read.

Chapter 4

The first story that Glen happened to select was about Paul Levesque, the man who played Triple H. Skimming through the paragraphs, he found that this story portrayed Paul as a kind and gentle man, who out of the kindness of his heart takes in a homeless woman and eventually falls in love with her. Glen snorted at the thought, knowing that whoever had written this story had one hell of an imagination. Although he got along alright with Paul, he knew that Paul was as cocky and arrogant outside of the ring as he was inside. The man was cold-hearted and selfish, certainly not the kind to dole out that kind of charity. He’d let someone die out on the street before he would ever help them, unless of course, he got something return. Shaking his head in disgust, he headed back to the list and made another selection.

Glen quickly discovered that this new story was about the Dudley Boys, Bubba and D-Von. Again, he skimmed through a few pages of the story, chuckling with amusement . . . until things started getting hot and heavy. He realized that this was probably the story that Chris had been referring to when he said one of the authors thought Bubba had the body of a Greek god. Although he was sure that the rest of the story would have been hilarious, he winced when the image of Bubba naked crossed his mind. Shaking the thought from his head, he quickly headed back to the main page, searching for something a little less frightening.

Glancing at a few more of the stories, Glen quickly realized that most of the authors had no clue how most of the guys were outside of the ring. These women (or men) apparently couldn’t separate the real life personas from the characters they portrayed on television. And all of the stories that he had read were so unrealistic. He couldn’t help but wonder what kind of people could sit around and write this stuff. Didn’t they have anything better to do with their time? Why didn’t they just go out and find themselves a real flesh-and-blood man, rather than waste their time writing about someone they could never have?

"I guess that’s why they call it fiction." he thought, as he stifled a yawn.

He scrolled back up the list of stories and scanned the names briefly before he finally decided it was time to turn off the computer and head to bed. But just as he got ready to close the page, one of the titles caught his attention.

'The Fire Within'

Glen gazed at the title for several moments, the word "Fire" sticking out at him like a sore thumb. He couldn’t help but wonder if maybe it was a reference to his character, Kane. He glanced at the title again, noticing that the author had signed her name as Kimberley. Debating on whether or not to take a look at the story, he was almost afraid of what might be there for him to read.

Wanting to ease his curiosity, he finally forced himself to click on the title. But before the computer could bring the page up, a bright streak of lightning and a loud boom broke the silence and a moment later, his whole room was thrust into darkness.

"Shit . . . stupid damn storms . . ." he muttered, as he closed up the laptop and placed it on the floor beside his bed. "Another damn power outage. Wonder how long this one will last?"

Glancing toward the clock, he double checked to make sure that the alarm was set for the correct time and that the battery backup was working. Then he lay back down in the bed and settled in under the covers as he prepared himself for a good nights sleep.

Rolling to his side, he settled his attention on the window as he listened to the downpour of rain outside. The lightning continued to flash brightly, lighting up his room a few brief seconds before the darkness surrounded him again . . . the steady flashes of light slowly hypnotizing him, the sound of thunder carrying him away to another time.

He could see himself lying in the same bed, holding her close as she trembled, soothing her as the storm raged outside the window. She had always been afraid of the storms, and he’d taken great pride in knowing that he could make her feel safe with one simple touch. So many of those nights had ended with passionate bouts of lovemaking, his desire to protect her from anything and everything often overwhelming him with emotion. He could still see her there beside of him, kissing him, holding him, as he loved her slowly and completely. She’d given herself so freely then, there had been no barriers to separate them".

Another loud crash of thunder jolted Glen from his thoughts and he groaned at the all too familiar ache in his heart as he longed for those days once again.

"Stop it, Glen." he said to himself, berating himself for his weakness. "It’s all in the past. Just leave it there."

Grabbing the spare pillow, he pulled it over his head, as he tried to block out the sounds of the storm and the memories that came along with them. After failing miserably for several long minutes, he finally drifted off into a restless sleep.

Chapter 5

Kimberley sighed as she reclined back in her chair and stared at the picture she had taped to the wall above her computer. It was a picture of Glen that she had cut out of one of her magazines, taken the night he had returned from his injury. She absolutely loved his new costume and mask… yes, especially the mask. She loved being able to see more of his face, especially that gorgeous smile of his. It was enough to make her heart flutter.

Glancing back at her computer screen, she studied the project she had been working on all day, wondering if five o’clock would ever come. She was dying to head for home so she could curl up in front of her own computer and write. Her head was swimming with new ideas for her story and she couldn’t wait to get them down on paper before she lost them all. She hoped that maybe the severe case of writer’s block that had plagued her for the past few weeks was finally gone. If so, maybe she could finally make herself write a decent chapter or two.

Sitting upright once more, she cast a final glance at the picture on the wall, then turned her attention back to her computer. The sooner she got her work finished, the sooner she could go home.

She worked diligently for another couple of hours, almost completing her task, before her concentration was interrupted by the phone. Saving her work, she reached absently for the receiver and brought it to her ear.

"Hello."

"Hey Kim. How’s it going, girl? Ready to blow that joint yet?" the cheerful voice on the other end replied, making Kim smile.

Hey Michelle. What are you up to?" Kim answered, as she wondered why her friend was calling her at work.

"I was calling to see if you wanted to go out for a while tonight. You know, make the rounds at the bars, check out the guys, find you a man . . .that sort of thing."

Kim smiled faintly, her eyes drawn back to the picture on the wall. Sighing softly, she quickly tore her gaze away.

"I don’t think so. That’s really not my sort of thing, you know. Those places are too loud and all the guys there are always so drunk. Thanks for the offer, but I think I’ll pass."

"Oh come on girl. You’ve been working too hard lately and it’s been way too long since you’ve had a night out. Come with me. Get out and have some fun. I promise it’ll be a blast." Michelle replied, already knowing she was fighting a losing battle. It was nearly impossible to get her friend out of the house to go anywhere outside of work, especially to a bar.

"Really, Michelle. Not tonight. I just don’t feel up to it." Kim replied, trying her best not to hurt her friend’s feelings. "Maybe some other time."

Michelle sighed loudly on the other end of the line.

"Girl, how do you expect to ever find a man when you stay holed up in that tiny apartment of yours all the time? You need to get out, have fun, meet people, live your life. You’re still young Kim and you’ve got your whole life ahead of you. It’s time you started enjoying it."

"Look Michelle. I appreciate the offer, I really do. But I’m just not in the mood tonight. I’m just going to go home, take a nice relaxing bath, work on my story for a little while and then head to bed.” Kim answered as politely as possible. "Look, I’ve got to go. I’ve got some things to finish up here before I can leave. I’ll talk to you later okay."

"Okay." Michelle replied, sounding defeated. "Call me if you need anything."

I will. Bye."

Kim hung up the phone, and stared blankly at her computer screen, as she tried to remember what she had been working on before her friend had called. Not in the mood to do anymore work, she decided she’d come in early the following morning and finish things up then. Turning off her computer, she gathered her things and prepared to leave.

She stood from her seat and slipped on her coat, glancing one last time at the picture on the wall, feeling that all too familiar ache in her heart once again.

"Sorry Michelle. I’ve already found a man." she murmured softly, as she slipped her purse over her shoulder. "The only problem is he doesn’t even know I exist."

Fighting back the tears that threatened to fall, she turned and headed toward the door and another lonely night at home by herself.

Chapter 6

Glen sat quietly in the corner of the dressing room, lacing up his boots as he waited for his match to begin. Ignoring most of the other activity that was going on around him, he never noticed the huge man who entered the room and made his rounds through the group, until he sauntered over and took a seat next to him on the bench.

Finally looking up, he was surprised to find himself staring into the face of his on-screen brother and best friend, Mark Calloway, the Undertaker.

"Hey man. What are you doing here?" Glen asked in surprise, as he extended a hand to his friend.

Mark smiled as he returned Glen’s handshake.

"We’re just a few miles down the road for the Smackdown taping tomorrow night. I thought I’d ride on up and visit with everybody for a while." Mark replied, as he studied his friend’s worn expression.

Glen nodded his head as his gaze returned to the floor.

"Hey man. You okay?" Mark asked, noticing that Glen seemed to be a little more out of it than usual.

"Yeah. Just a little tired I guess. Had another rough night last night didn’t really get much sleep." he replied quietly.

Mark nodded his head as he studied his big friend, wishing there was something he could do to help ease his pain. Having gone through a divorce himself, he knew that it wasn’t a pleasant thing to experience, but for some reason, things had been tougher on Glen. He just couldn’t seem to let go of the past.

"Feel like talking about it?" Mark asked before he could stop himself.

Jesus! He was starting to sound just like a woman!

"No thank you Oprah. I think I’ll manage on my own." Glen replied with a chuckle, not missing Mark’s slip up.

"Smart ass!" Mark quipped, as he scanned the locker room before turning back to Glen again. "So, you feel like going out and having a drink later? I’m buying."

Glen nodded his head enthusiastically.

"Shit yeah! If you’re buying, I’m there!" he replied, looking forward to catching up with his friend again.

Mark chuckled as he looked at Glen again. "Yeah well, before you start trying to drink me under the table, just remember buddy. I’m not carrying your goofy ass back to the hotel tonight!"

Glen smiled as he slipped his mask on and stood to leave.

"I’ll keep that in mind, Dead Man. I’ll catch up to you after my match."

Mark nodded his head as he watched Glen leave the room. Although he was looking forward to spending some time with his friend, he’d also had an ulterior motive for asking him out to the bar. Wherever there was a bar, there was alcohol…and wherever there was alcohol, there were usually some pretty wild women who were always on the lookout for a good time. If he could just get his friend loosened up enough, he would definitely make sure Glen had a good time tonight!

Chapter 7

Glen moaned as he rolled over and tried to block the sun from his eyes, the pounding in his head making his stomach churn. What the hell had he gotten into last night?

Trying to clear the cobwebs from his head, he remembered that he had gone out to have a drink with Mark after the show but that was the only thing he could remember. Everything else was just a blur. Of course that was the norm whenever he was with Mark. Glen thought he was definitely going to have to stop trying to drink that man under the table. He’d been trying for years now and the only thing he had ever gotten for his troubles was a poor memory and a pounding headache. Mark was definitely in a league of his own when it came to alcohol.

Pulling the covers tighter around him, Glen settled himself into a comfortable position, prepared to spend the rest of the morning in bed sleeping off his hangover. He was just about to doze back off to sleep when he felt a movement in the bed beside of him. Although it caught him by surprise, his first thought was that maybe it was Mark. Perhaps he had gotten so drunk the night before that he had been unable to make it back to his hotel and Mark had simply taken pity on him and brought him back to his room to sleep it off. It certainly wouldn’t have been the first time his friend had helped him out in a situation like that.

Then he felt a hand rub across his chest, teasing his nipples briefly before sliding lower down his stomach and his whole body tensed. Nope it wasn’t Mark! At least it better not be!

Opening his eyes quickly, Glen turned his head and met the gaze of the small brunette who was curled up in the bed beside of him.

'Aww, shit!' he thought to himself, suddenly faced with the knowledge of what had happened the night before.

"Hey there handsome! You up for another round this mornin’?" the woman purred, as she enclosed her hand around his already hardening cock and began to stroke him.

In one swift movement, Glen jumped from the bed, pulling himself away from her touch and bringing the sheets with him in the process. He realized immediately that the woman was as naked as he was and she was now exposed completely to his view, since he had pulled all the covers off of the bed with him.

Turning his back to her, Glen finally spoke to her.

"Please find your clothes and get dressed. It’s time for you to go" he said, as he rubbed his hand across his aching temple.

"What? So soon? I was so looking forward to another repeat performance before I left" she whined, as she rolled toward the edge of the bed and tugged playfully on the sheet that was wrapped around Glen’s body.

Glen quickly jerked himself away from her again.

"I said leave!" he shouted, his patience wearing thin. "Get dressed and get the hell out of my room!"

Angered by the way he was trying to brush her off, the woman crossed her arms and reclined back on the bed, challenging him.

"I’m not going anywhere until you pay me for last night!" she huffed, flashing him a contemptuous look when he turned and glared at her.

"You have exactly two minutes to get dressed and get the hell out of here or I promise I’ll throw you out myself." he growled as he bent over and picked her clothes up off of the floor and tossed them to her.

"Don’t you dare threaten me, you overgrown jerk! You lay one hand on me and I’ll go screaming to the cops!" she replied, refusing to back down from the big man.

Glen clenched his fists as he tried to fight the urge to reach out and chokeslam this woman through the floor. If she didn’t hurry up and leave, he’d gladly show her just how big of a jerk he could be!

"If you want me to go away, then you’re going to have to put up some cash." she stated calmly, sizing Glen up as he continued to glare at her.

"I know who you are." she continued, a self-satisfied smirk plastered on her face. "I’m not stupid. I know what kind of money you guys make and I’m sure you’ve got plenty of it to spare. So you just write me out a nice little check for . . .oh . . . I don’t know . . . a few thousand dollars and I’ll gladly be out of your hair.” she offered, pausing for a moment to let her demand sink in. “Otherwise, I’ll go running to the cops and tell them you assaulted me last night. And considering your celebrity status….I think the press would be very interested in what I had to say. Don’t you agree?"

Glen stared at her in astonishment as her threat registered in his mind, his face quickly darkening with anger.

"Listen here, you no good, worthless bitch! Get your ass dressed and remove yourself from my room NOW!" he roared as he quickly began to make his way around the bed toward her. "Otherwise the only way you’ll leave here is if you’re carried out of here in a body bag!"

Seeing the look of hatred in his eyes, the woman suddenly became frightened. Apparently this huge man wasn’t as gullible as some of her past victims had been. Realizing that she had definitely picked the wrong target, she knew it would be in her best interests to leave quickly before he really did hurt her. Grabbing her clothes up in her arms, she tried to slip on her panties as she stumbled backwards, doing her best to stay out of Glen’s range as he came closer.

"Stay away from me! I’ll swear I’ll scream!" she threatened again, when she felt her back come in contact with the wall and realized she was trapped.

She closed her eyes and cringed when she saw him raise his hand, knowing that at any moment he would probably snap her neck in two. Unaware that she was standing beside the door, she jumped when instead of him hitting her, he ripped the door locks open and grabbed the knob.

"Get out now!" he yelled, jerking the door open and pushing her roughly outside.

"Hey! Get your hands off of me you son of a bitch!" she yelled when she was shoved out into the hallway, still naked except for the small lace panties she had managed to slip on in the middle of his tirade.

Her voice was cut off by the slamming of the door and she glanced around her nervously, her face flushed with embarrassment when she realized there were other people standing around in the hallway, watching with interest the scene that was unfolding in front of them.

"What the hell are you looking at?!" she screamed, before she turned and stalked off toward the elevators, as she tried her best to cover herself with the remaining clothes she was holding in her arms.

Inside the room, Glen stalked back toward the bed and sank down on the mattress as he tried to ignore the pounding in his head. He couldn’t believe the nerve of that woman trying to blackmail him into giving her money! But then again, he knew he shouldn’t be surprised. History had already shown him how far people were willing to go to get their hands on a little bit of wealth. He was definitely starting to see a pattern forming in his life. Shaking his head in disgust, he wondered if he would ever find a woman who saw him as something more than a paycheck.

Rubbing his head again, he stood up and headed to the bathroom to seek out some aspirin and water to ease the throbbing pain. Then he trudged back to the bed, straightening out the covers before he climbed back underneath them. Grabbing the spare pillow he pulled it tight over his head, trying to block out the light as he willed himself to relax enough to go back to sleep. After several long minutes, the exhaustion in his body finally overtook his anger and he began to drift off again, his last thought was that he was definitely going to have to get back at Mark for the little trick he’d pulled.

Chapter 8

Waking up a few hours later, Glen finally pulled himself from the bed and headed to the bathroom to shower. Thankfully, his headache was nearly gone and once the warm water awakened him fully, he felt much better.

Once he was showered and dressed, he headed back out to the main room and placed a call to room service. Having missed breakfast, he was now famished and he couldn’t wait to eat again. After placing his order, he headed back to the bed and propped himself up against the headboard as he flipped on the television, trying to find something worthwhile to watch while he waited for his food to arrive.

Since he had been given the night off from the house shows, Glen tried to decide what he was going to do for the rest of the day to fill up all his free time. He considered heading out to the arena anyway, just so he could sit around and relax with his friends, but he knew they would all be busy preparing for their matches and he figured he would probably just be in their way. Nixing that idea, he briefly considered leaving the safety of his room to do some sightseeing or shopping but after the incident that had occurred earlier that morning, he really didn’t want to take a chance on having a run-in with anymore fans.

With a loud sigh, Glen reclined back onto the bed, resigning himself to simply hanging around his room, maybe catching up on some of the sleep he had apparently missed out on the night before. He shook his head again when he thought about what had apparently happened between him and the psycho-bitch he’d run off earlier. Another one of Mark’s brilliant ideas, no doubt. Sometimes Glen wondered if Mark even had a brain pulling something that stupid. Hadn’t he learned by now that their celebrity status made them both targets for women who were out looking for a free ride? Mark should have known better than to encourage something like that….especially when there was alcohol involved. The last thing Glen knew he needed was to slip up and get one of those women pregnant…..there was no doubt they’d try and take him for everything he owned.

A loud knock pulled him from his thoughts and he headed to the door to collect his food, paying the server a hefty tip for his trouble. Closing the door back, he carried his meal across the room and spread it out on the small table hidden in the corner. Sitting down to eat, he flipped through the channels once more, finally settling on a basketball game to entertain him while he ate yet another meal alone.

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Once Glen finished eating his meal, he collected his dishes and sat them in the hallway outside his door, then stepped back into his room and looked around. Now that he had decided to spend the day in his room he needed to find something to do. Glancing toward his bags which were piled on the floor, he spotted his laptop and smiled. Nothing like the distraction of a good video game to pass the time!

Setting the computer up on the table, he turned it on and inserted one of his favorite games. Hours later, he was surprised when he glanced at the time and saw how long he had been playing. He was always amused at how much time he could waste when he wanted to.

Tired of the game, he turned it off and decided he’d search the web for a while, not really looking for anything in particular. He browsed through a few of his favorite sites before he remembered the fan fiction site that he had been looking at a couple of nights ago before the storm had knocked out his power. As he recalled, there had been one story in particular that had caught his attention, but the electricity had cut off before he had been able to check it out.

"Well, the power’s working fine now." he thought to himself as he brought up the Sinful Nature site and began to search for the story again.

There it was. "The Fire Within" by Kimberley.

Remembering how ridiculous the other stories had been, he took a deep breath and braced himself for what he was about to find…..just in case it was about him. Then he clicked on the title and opened the page and began to read.

Chapter 9

An hour later, Glen was still reading, completely captivated by the story. He’d found out quickly that his original hunch had been correct…the story was about him. Although he had found it to be awkward at first reading something that a total stranger had written about him it hadn’t taken him long to become completely emerged in the story. He had quickly discovered that, unlike the other stories he had read, this girl seemed to know almost everything there was to know about him. She had obviously done a lot of research on his career to have written something that portrayed him so accurately.

Of course, there was a lot of made up stuff in it too. The story itself was based on a romance between him and a nonexistent mystery woman and lest he forget, it was called fan “fiction” for a reason. But the details of his life that this woman had included in her work absolutely astounded him. Not only were the facts correct, but the way she described his emotions was simple incredible. He could remember so many of those incidents so clearly and she had managed to capture every ounce of his emotion, just as if she were experiencing them herself. And the writing itself was fantastic. This woman obviously had some major talent.

Glen read the first few chapters that the author had posted, disappointed when he discovered that the story hadn’t been completed yet. He realized he would have to wait until she posted more before he could find out what would happen next. Tapping his fingers impatiently on the tabletop, he headed back to the main page of the site, wondering if he might be able to find more of her work. With talent that good, surely she had written more than one story.

After a few minutes of exploring the site, he finally came across a story archive that listed all of the stories by author. Skimming through the list, he quickly found Kimberley’s name and he clicked the link to the first story, wondering if all of her work centered on him.

Smiling to himself as he waited for the page to open, he thought that this woman was definitely going to have to watch herself. If all of her stories portrayed him as the same charming and indestructible hero, she would definitely have his ego inflated to unbearable levels!

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Hours later, Glen sat back and rubbed his eyes, which were tired from all of the reading he had done. He had just finished three more of her stories…all of them about him. Just as he had suspected, they had all been wonderful. This woman truly did have some incredible talent.

Heading back to the main page once more, he checked to see if by some chance she had posted more of her latest work, disappointed when he didn’t find any new chapters. Clicking on the last chapter she had posted, he read through it once more, wondering how long it would be until she posted more. He was curious to see what she would come up with next.

Reaching the bottom of the page, a small smile tugged at his lips when he noticed the feedback button located in the corner. He studied it for a moment as he debated whether or not he should. He’d noticed that not many people had commented on the last chapters she’d written and she certainly deserved to be praised on them".

Finally clicking on the button, he stared at the blank form as he tried to figure out what to write. He composed a few short sentences complimenting her work, then signed his name. His name? He couldn’t sign it with his real name…he didn’t want anybody to know that he was actually reading these things. Besides, she’d never believe it was him anyway. Pausing for a moment to settle on a name, he finally decided he’d simply sign his message as "A Fan".

Smiling, he clicked the button to send his feedback, double-checking the new post to make sure it went through. Then taking note of the time, he turned off his computer and headed to the phone to order some supper, then prepared himself for a quiet night of rest and relaxation.

Reclining back on the bed as he waited for his dinner to arrive, he couldn’t help but smile. After reading her descriptions of him, Glen felt better about himself than he had in months. Indestructible hero indeed!

Chapter 10

Kimberley sat in front of her computer as she tried to work on the latest chapters of her story, her frustration reaching dangerously high levels. She’d worked all evening on the stupid thing and she just couldn’t seem to get things to turn out the way she wanted them to. She briefly considered deleting the entire two chapters she’d just written, in favor of starting them all over again. Maybe then something would finally fall into place.

Saving what she had already, she decided to sleep on it instead. Maybe by the time morning came, she’d have a better idea of what she wanted to do with them. Pulling up the webpage for Sinful Nature, she was beginning to wonder if maybe she should just scrap the entire story altogether. Based on what little feedback she’d gotten on it so far, it didn’t seem as though too many people were interested in it.

With that thought in mind, she was surprised when she glanced at the main page of the site and saw that someone had finally left a comment on the last chapters that she had posted. She quickly clicked on the link and brought it up so she could read it.

Kimberley
I have to say that I am amazed by the quality of your work and the amount of detail that you have included here is incredible. You have obviously put a lot of time and effort into your work. I was so impressed with your writing that I went back and read some of your older stories. I just wanted you to know that I think you have incredible talent and I certainly hope to read more of your work soon.

A Fan

Nodding her head in approval, Kimberley turned off her computer and stood from her chair, stretching her tired muscles as she moved. At least somebody appreciated all of the hard work she had put into her story.

Climbing into bed, she turned off the light and rolled onto her side, clutching the spare pillow tightly against her, wishing more than anything that it could be Glen there beside of her instead.

"Forget it, Kim. You can’t keep torturing yourself like this. You’re just a fan…nothing more. That’s all you’ll ever be to him.” she warned herself for the millionth time, already knowing that it wouldn’t do any good.

Trying to shake off the feeling of hopeless that surrounded her, Kimberley wondered if she was crazy for having such a deep longing for a man that she had never met. She knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was hopelessly obsessed with him. It was one thing to watch the shows or write an occasional story or two about him. It was quite another to have her every waking thought overshadowed by her need for him/her desire for him preventing her from letting any other man get close to her…just in case. But so far the only thing she had gotten for her faithfulness was a life filled with loneliness and heartache.

Kim realized that things were just starting to get too crazy. She had let her emotions overrule her better judgment for way too long. It was time to face reality and move on. Glen wasn’t hers. She’d never had him for her own….and she never would. And if she didn’t stop this foolish nonsense, she knew she could easily throw away her every future chance of happiness, waiting for a man she could never have.

Pulling the pillow tighter to her, she tried to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. Closing her eyes, for the first time in a long while it wasn’t Glen that she wished for. Instead, she simply wished for somebody…anybody…who could chase away her pain. She was tired of being alone. She wanted someone who could make her happy. And if that person couldn’t be Glen.then she’d just have to learn to accept it.

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