Monster You Made ((open))

With a groan he let himself into his hotel room. The match he'd been booked in was one that under normal circumstances would have been construed as a punishment of sorts. No one got into a willing match with Kane or the Undertaker. That just wasn't done. But the fact that he was so angry over his removal as Vince's favorite was a sore spot and he wanted to make as many people as he could hurt. Of course on the tail end of both matches he come out the loser but it was a good kind of hurt, it let him know that he'd done something worth while.

The cool cotton of his sheets were calling to him but it was still early so instead of sliding into bed and closing his eyes he changed into a simple t-shirt and jeans and decided to head to down to the hotel bar. There was surely something that he could do to take his mind off of his troubles. Even if it was just a bar fight that seen him in the local jail for a few hours until he was able to post bail.

He took up a residence on one of the bar stools and ordered a tumbler of whiskey, turning and looking over the mass of people that were moving along to the pulsating sound of the music.

Little Lawler. The words rang over and over in her head like a chant of rage. She hated being called Little Lawler. Sure, Nolee Lacroix had been adopted by the legendary Jerry Lawler and raised as his own daughter when her parents were killed in a car crash. She was greatful for that. However, she was not greatful for being called Little Lawler every time she walked into a room or told somebody who she was.

What Nolee did like was the taste of a good tumbler of whiskey after another humiliating day backstage working as the interviewer for Monday Night Raw. She was not a lady to be taken lightly such as Maria Kanellis or Lillian Garcia had been for years. She was a competitor in her own right and she knew that she was better than half of the current Raw roster. Why should men who were a public joke like Santino Marella or Zack Ryder get air time when she was forced to interview men such as John Cena and The Miz? It just wasn't fair.

But here she was, getting her nightly drink. Or in tonight's case, drinks. Earlier in the night she had been in a rough interview with John Cena where she was forced to listen to the mans battle raps. Though the audience thought they were charming and funny, she just wished that Cena would learn what deoderant was for.

Downing her drink, her eyes darted around the bar.

There was nothing more downing in nature than trying to watch people dance...like Jacobs and Calaway. Those two old men were nothing more than pin pricks in the back side of the company and why they got to bounce from Raw to Smackdown was beyond his understanding. He set his glass down and turned to order another one when he seen Nolee Lacroix--or as those backstage called her, Little Lawler--sitting alone at the bar.

For a moment he thought about going up and demanding what the long face was for. Her spot was guaranteed because of who her father was, but then again he'd seen what family can do to a person. Just look at Randy Orton, or Teddy Jr, or even Cody. With a glare he picked up his newly refilled glass and wandered over to her side of the bar, taking up a seat and leaning in close to speak into her ear so that he could be heard over the music.

"So Little Lawler. Come to the bar often?" He asked as he tipped back his tumbler, letting the fiery liquid slip down his throat.

Nolee looked up when she heard someone yet again utter those words she despised to hear. Looking up from her tumbler she saw it was Drew McIntyre, one of the low carders on Raw and a man who was even lucky if he got to work house shows anymore. For some reason unbeknownst to her, he had slipped from McMahon's graces. She had never really interacted with him backstage but these days she was known not to say to much. There was to much on her mind. But as the words Little Lawler slipped from those lips she found herself very angry at him.


"For the record McIntyre, it's Nolee. I do NOT like being called Little Lawler," she grumbled, downing another shot of whiskey. At this point she was tempted to just start drinking from the bottle on the table. "And yes...I come here quite often. What about yourself?"

Drew arched an eyebrow at her, smirking slightly as he signaled the bartender over. "Doan let her drink run out. Ye understand meh?" After the man nodded he looked back at Nolee. "Of course I do. I tend to drink alot when I'm fed to the likes of those two bloody imbeciles." He nodded his head towards Glenn and Mark, scowling.

He took another drink of his whiskey and moved a bit closer to Nolee, the fire in her eyes making him want to test her as much as possible under the circumstances.

"Sae, ye doan like being called Little Lawler...what do ye like tae be called then? Well other than Nolee. I'm not fond of first names."

When Drew signaled the bartender over, Nolee couldn't help but smile charmingly. He was going to be a gentleman with her drink, something that she herself had to admire. She had a fondness for her alcohol, something that often got her into trouble with Jerry himself. But she had stopped caring a while ago, as soon as she started getting ridiculed.

"Mark and Glenn are washed up. Sure, at one point they were good atheletes but now? Now their just like my father, living in the past in hopes of achieveing glory while hogging up the spotlight for young talent who deserves it," Nolee said.

"And no, I don't like to be called Little Lawler Drew," she said playing with the fact that he said he wasn't fond of first names. "You can call me Lacroix if you want. Or Nols."

"Lacroix sounds like a mon's name. And ye just doan look like a mon tae me." Drew laughed as he moved his seat a bit closer. "Sae, ye seem to harbor a hate towards the older men. I can agree that Mark and Glenn are auld. But I doan think they be washed up just yet. They just be a little out o their league wit the likes a me."

Drew's glass was suddenly empty and he blinked before waving it for bartender to refill. He turned his attention back to Nolee and took a long moment to take in the way her blonde hair laid in ringlet around her face and how her eyes seemed to look right through a person. He put on a smirk as he jerked his head towards the dance floor.

"Fancy a dance Nols. I'm sure we can out do the motley lot that's on the floor right now."

Nolee smiled and got up, a fast song playing over the loud speakers. She took Drew to the dancefloor and, perhaps it was the alcohol that caused it, ground against him in a dance that if she was sober never would have happened. She threw her arms around his neck smirking, "Well fancy that, you do know how to dance..."

Drew smirked as he tightened his hold on Nolee's waist, leaning in to bite at her ear. "O'course I ken how tae dance lassie. We are taught as wee youngins how tae."

The alcohol that was flowing through Drew's system only slightly impared his better judgement so he didn't think much of moving his lips down her throat to lightly suckle on the pulse pointas his hands held her flush against him.

"Yer a wonderful dancer Nols."

The way she moved against him had his mind in the gutter but he wasn't so far gone yet to do anything other than let his hands roam a bit--and roam they did, from the swell of her hip down to the curve of her backside and up her back ans slightly around the front to graze one breast teasingly.

"Hmm...thank you..." Nolee moaned as he suckled on the pulse point in her neck. She had never been so brazen to dance with a man like this and she knew it was the liquor making her do it. But she didn't care. Softly she ran a hand down his chest, shivering as one of his lightly grazed her breast.

"I think you want more than just to dance," Nolee smiled softly and teasingly.

"Wot red blooded mon wouldn't want that?" Drew practically purred as he nipped at her lips. "But teh difference between them and me, I know when to stop. I won't be doing anything further than a few stray touches....unless ye want me tae."

Drew smiled as he rubbed against her lightly as he continued to hold her close despite the fact that the beat of the music had changed.

Nolee purred in his ear, "I'm a girl who finds accents very sexy Drew. If you want to well..." she pulled away and gave him a sexy smirk, "My trucks parked in the parking lot. It's a cherry red Ford F150. If you get there before me...well...you'll see..."

Drew laughed but didn't make any move to leave, he just wet his lips as he leaned in to talk into her ear. "I'm not one that wants tae make it anywhere before a lovely lass does. Why doan ye take me out there yerself Nols, show me this fine truck o yers ye have."

The night, though a horrible a beginning was shaping up to end on a good note and Drew wasn't going to do anything to mess it up.

Nolee smiled, taking his hand and leading him out of the club. She showed him her truck, "This baby was custom built. Took me and my brother about a year to finally get it the way we wanted it but when we fixed it up, it was all better." she ran a hand over the smooth cherry red hood. "It's my baby."

Drew nodded in appreciation. If it was one thing he could understand was pride in achieving a goal that at one time probably seemed out of reach. He ran his hand over the bright red hood and he smiled as he looked at Nolee.

"It's a real beauty Nols. A lovely piece of car flesh as it were." He turned and leaned against the hood, smirking as he beckoned Nolee over. "However I'd rather be feeling something a bit...warmer if ya catch me drift lass." He let his eyes drift boldly over Nolee, wetting his lips as he did so.

Nolee softly, almost seductivly, walked over to Drew and wrapped her arms around his waist. She leaned forward, kissing him while her hands tangled in his hair. Had she been sober, this never would have happened. Lucky for Drew, however, her sobriety was the last thing on her mind.

Drew groaned into the kiss as his hands gripped Nolee's waist. If he'd not have downed almost a bottle of Whiskey he wouldn't have made such bold moves, but at that point all that mattered was the beautiful woman that was pressed against him. One of his hands moved from her waist to her rear and squeezed hard.

"Nols, ye beautiful lass, I want ye. An want ye bad. If ye don't want this tell me now or else I'm going tae take ye back tae me hotle room and take all night to make ye scream as ye come undone for me."

It may have sounded like big talk but Drew knew what he was doing and took great pleasure in giving pleasure to others.

Nolee bit her lower lip as Drew broke the kiss. The promise of what he was going to do to her would have made her shiver anyways but there was something even more exciting with his accent. She nodded, her hands coming to rest on his chest, "I want you to take me to...to your hotel room...make me feel like something...someone..."

"Lassie, ye doan be a needing me tae make ye feel like something or a somebody; yer a beautiful Lass that is more dangerous than all o'the Divas combined. Just no one takes the time tae a really look at ye tae see it."

He leaned in and kissed her again, this time slow and thoroughly as his hands roamed her back and sides. His words were truth though the easiness in which they slipped from his lips. He'd seen Nolee around and had noted her strength and talent and wondered more than once what was keeping her from being in the ring.

He broke the kiss and laced their fingers before pulling her back into hotel and along the long hall to the elevator, his hands never idle as they waited. To ask him in his alcohol induced state he would have compared Nolee to an angel at that point and he was intent on treating her as such.

Nolee teared up at what Drew said. No one had ever complimented her in ring work and for a while she had thought about giving it up. Hell, she got the least screen time out of any girl in the company. She wasn't conventional, sure, but that didn't mean that she didn't want to be treated as a competitor. She leaned against him for the kiss and smiled, "I...thank you Drew...you deserve more recognition too. You're better than a lot of the younger talent in the company..."

Drew turned and smiled at Nolee as he slid his key card in the lock and pushed the door open to his room. It was a normal room by hotel standards with a large bed in the middle of the room. He pulled her inside and held her close; kissing her softly. A sudden wave a bashfulness washed through him and he looked over to the small fridge in the room.

"Fancy a night cap?"

Nolee smiled, looking around the room, "It's nicer than the one they gave me. I guess the rooms get nicer the more floors up you go." She sat down on one of the chairs, smiling. "Sure, I'll take a beer if you got it."

Drew chuckled as he moved over to his mini fridge and pulled out a beer. "I don't let them book my room. I book me own before we move cities. I can't trust them tae get me a good room."

He handed Nolee her drink and took a seat next to her, looking over and studying her profile as she still tilted her head back to drink. The expanse of her throat was bared and before his right mind could take over he leaned in and nipped at it, tasting the skin and trailing light kisses up to the shell of her ear where he traced the outline with the tip of his tongue.

"If ye want Nols I can start booking ye a room so that ye can get a nice one tae....if ye want me tae that is." He purred as he nipped at the lobe.

Nolee shivered as Drew nipped at her neck. The sensations mixed with the drink running down her throat, she let out an airy moan. She put her drink on the table and looked at him, "I...I could use a few tips on making me act like a real star. How...how did it happen? You were on top of the world, you were one of his favorites...and then you didn't have matches..."

"Och, a star ye got, ye doan don't be needing any help thar. Just keep yer head up and doan be a letting them tell ye any different." Drew's face flushed a bit before he answered. "Vince's affection is very fickle, one moment ye can be his top dog and the next yer not able tae spit shine Santino's boots. I just happened tae have made just the right amount of fan mad at me over the Matt Hardy angle and Mr. McMahon decided I wasn't tae good for business."

Drew's voice was lowered as he leaned in close again and started to nibble on Nolee's throat, his hands wandering over her petite body slowly; his fingers finding the out line of her nipples through her shirt and playing with them as one of his hands slipped between her legs to rub against her core.

"But I doan think that we need tae be thinking about that right now. Ye asked me tae make ye feel special...let me make ye feel special Nols..."