"Are we sure about this," Shelly asked as she followed her friend around the corner of the building that housed the Impact Zone. The women were looking for their favorite TNA tag team; Beer Money.

"Shell, he looks like he’s about audition for a modern day Grizzly Adams," Cindy replied, pulling her raven locks up into a messy bun. "He’s had this coming for too long."

"Yeah, but…can’t I be the one to do it? I mean…do I really have to distract Roode? What the hell would I even…"

"You’ll think of something, Shell. You’re very creative," Cindy replied eyeing her friend with a critical eye. "Come here."

Shelly did so tentative and Cindy pulled her chestnut waves out of the ponytail it had been in, fluffing it out so that it fell in soft waves over her shoulders. She pulled the jacket Shelly had been wearing off and bit her bottom lip, debating what to do about the Beer Money shirt her friend was wearing. She smiled brightly and nodded, grabbing the hem of the shirt and pulling it up, tightening it just under the bust. She tied it in a tight knot and stood back to examine her work.

"Put this on," Cindy said producing a pale pink lip gloss from her purse. Shelly did as she was told. "Perfect."

Shelly looked down at herself and groaned. "I just want you to know that I hate you right now, Cinder."

Cindy smiled. "Love you too." She glanced around and saw James Storm and Robert Roode. "Here they come."

Shelly and Cindy stood side by side leaning against the building. They could hear the two men laughing as they walked toward their car. When they rounded the corner Cindy pushed off the wall, pulling Shelly with her.

"Evenin’ boys," she said smiling. "Great match tonight." She elbowed Shelly in the ribs to continue.

"Yeah, too bad you got screwed by The British Invasion though," Shelly added. "Beer Money could have totally taken those wankers any day and it doesn’t even have to be in the six sides of steel."

"Thanks, ladies," Roode replied, smiling wide at the compliment. "What can we do for you? Autographs? Pictures? We’re kind of in a rush to get back to the hotel for the night."

"That’s exactly what we were thinking," Cindy replied with a wide smile. "Maybe we could accompany you gentleman to the hotel and…I dunno….have a drink or two?"

"That’s a very tempting offer," Roode began eyeing both women up and down.

"Now, Bobby, let’s not be rude," Storm said cutting his tag partner off. "These ladies obviously would like to spend a little time with their favorite tag team."

"The Machine Guns are around," Shelly exclaimed and then with a nervous chuckle when Cindy gave shot her a look she quickly added, "Kidding! Just kidding! Of course Beer Money is our favorite tag team. Why would we…"

"So, what do you say, boys," Cindy cut Shelly off, shooting her another look. She bent down to her feet and picked up a six pack she had brought with her. "We got the beer."

Roode opened his mouth to talk, but Storm slapped a hand over it. "You ladies have a deal!" He slung his arm around Cindy’s shoulders, taking the six pack from her.

Roode stared at Shelly a moment as Cindy and Storm walked toward the car chattering away. "After you," he finally said.

They made it to the hotel quickly and headed up to Beer Money’s room. Roode pulled out the keycard and opened the door. Shelly and Cindy were ushered inside what turned out to be a three room suite.

"Make yourselves comfortable, ladies," Storm said tossing his black cowboy hat onto a chair.

"How about we crack open some of those beers," Shelly suggested. "I could use a drink." Cindy elbowed her in the ribs as they sat on the couch. "Would you stop doing that," she hissed.

"Have you lost your mind," Cindy rasped. "Did you forget what we put in those beers?"

"We? No, Cinder, you drugged the beers," Shelly replied.

"There you go," Storm said handing Shelly and Cindy a beer each. He sat down on the arm of the couch near Cindy, downing half of his beer.

"Ease up there, Cowboy," Cindy chuckled, pretending to sip her beer. "You might wind up on the floor before the night is over."

"Nah," Roode said draining part of his beer. "It’ll take a lot more than just a couple of beers to get this one drunk."

"You never know," Cindy smiled. "He might just meet a beer that knocks him on his ass, Robert."

"Hey, moneybags, how about we get some room service for the ladies," Storm said finishing off his beer. Cindy held out hers to him and he gladly accepted it, downing it in one gulp. She snatched Shelly’s and handed it to the Cowboy, who once again eagerly accepted it.

Roode finished off his drink and headed into his bedroom to place the call for room service. The women were left alone with Storm, who was starting to look glassy eyed from the combination of alcohol and drugs.

"Slow down before you kill him," Shelly hissed, worried about the man.

"I know what I’m doing," Cindy replied through gritted teeth. "Robert is taking an awfully long time. Shell, why don’t you go and check on him?"

With a sigh Shelly stood and headed into Roode’s bedroom. She found him laying half on the bed and half off. She quickly grabbed his legs and moved them so that he was completely on the bed. Once she was sure he was out and not in jeopardy of suffocating on the pillows she headed back to Cindy.

"Wow. That was fast," she commented, seeing Storm sprawled out on the floor. Evidently he had fallen backwards off the arm of the couch.

"Just help me get him into a chair would you," Cindy grumbled.

The two women somehow managed to get Storm into a chair and tied him down so he couldn’t escape once he came to. Cindy grabbed her purse and set about putting out all the things she’d brought to complete the task at hand. Shelly watched as her friend hummed while she set things out on the coffee table.

"It’s really scary how calm you’re being, Cinder," Shelly commented.

"Technically we’re not really doing anything wrong."

"Oh no. We only drugged two professional wrestlers, tied one to a chair and now you’re getting ready to shave him while he’s unconscious," Shelly muttered.

"I plan to wake him up," Cindy said glaring at her friend. "You said you’d be up for this when I brought the topic up, ya know."

"Yeah, that was a joke. Being faced with jail time does a lot to sober someone up."

"Go check on Roode. I don’t want him to interfere before I’m done," Cindy said pulling some smelling salts out of her bag.

Shelly went into Roode’s room and saw that he was still out cold. She pulled a chair over to the bed and took a seat, keeping an eye on the unconscious man. She knew that Roode had only had one of the spiked beers so he would hopefully not suffer any adverse effects of being drugged.

In the other room Shelly could hear the sounds of Storm coming to. She cringed when he let out a string of expletives at her friend. Cindy remained calm, speaking in soothing tones to the Cowboy. As Storm continued to yell Roode began to come to.

"James, stop yelling," Roode groaned, rolling onto his back. He cracked his eyes open and saw Shelly leaning over him. He sat bolt upright and groaned, holding his throbbing temples. "What’s going on? Why’s James screaming?"

Shelly bit her lip, torn between confessing what they had really been up to and lying to keep him from interfering. Finally she figured honesty would be the best policy.

***

Meanwhile in the other room Storm was just rousing. As he opened his bleary eyes he was greeted by the sight of Cindy sharpening a straight razor. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head and he tried to run only to find himself bound to the chair he was in.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOIN’?!"

"I’m not deaf ya know," Cindy replied setting the razor down. "Relax this won’t hurt and you’ll be thankful in the end."

"LIKE HELL IT WON’T!"

"James, really, is the screaming necessary?"

"YES!"

"Suit yourself," Cindy shrugged and picked up the razor.

"HELP! BOBBY! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!"

***

In the bedroom Roode had swung his legs over the edge of the bed and sat listening as Shelly explained the plan. He was feeling very light headed and didn’t dare risk getting to his feet. He knew the woman before him would be unable to support him if he pitched forward and he really didn’t want to risk injury from a fall. Both of them cringed as Storm began to screech for help.

"So, you’re telling me that this was all an elaborate plot to give James a shave," Roode said, trying to process what Shelly had just told him.

"In my defense it was all said as a joke while my friend and I watched Impact," Shelly replied. "I wasn’t the one who decided to put the plan into action."

"Relax, doll, I won’t press charges and I don’t think James will either," Roode replied. "Who would believe us anyway?" Shelly breathed a sigh of relief at these words. "Come to think of it he has been looking a bit shaggy." He smiled and she returned the smile.

***

"Would you stay still," Cindy grumbled as she grabbed the shaving cream and brush.

"WHY? SO YOU CAN SLIT MY THROAT? UH UH, LADY! YOU AIN’T GONNA KILL ME WITHOUT A DAMN FIGHT!"

"Kill you? No, James…oh…" She saw how he had come to the conclusion. "Let me explain."

She quickly went into the plan to give him a shave. He stopped struggling long enough to listen to her story. When she was done she looked at him with a half smile.

"So, you see? This won’t hurt a bit and when I’m done we’ll be able to see more of that handsome face of yours."

"You expect me to believe that this was all so you can give me a damn shave?"

"Believe what you want, Cowboy," Cindy shrugged. "You’re getting a shave. Now hold still so I can put the shaving cream on."

"NO! BOBBY! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!"

"James, quit yelling," Roode said coming out of the bedroom with Shelly’s help. "I’m right here."

"I want you to get your lawyer on the phone. We’re pressing charges against these two!"

"No, I don’t think so, James," Roode replied. Storm looked at his tag partner as if he had grown another head. "I can’t say I haven’t been tempted to do this myself. You’re a mess, man. Now be a good boy and I’ll buy you more beer."

"Thanks, Robert," Cindy smiled.

Roode tipped his head to her and took a seat on the couch, pulling Shelly down next to him.

Cindy loaded up the shaving cream on the brush and applied it liberally to Storm’s face. The Cowboy glared at his tag partner, but allowed Cindy to do what she wanted to do. He only flinched when she picked up the razor and brought it to his throat.

"Would you stay still or I really will slit your throat," Cindy growled.

Storm stopped squirming and let Cindy get to work. He only whimpered a couple of times, but soon relaxed and enjoyed not having to do the shaving himself. He let out a little squeak of surprise when Cindy sat down in his lap to finish up the last bit.

"Stay still," Cindy said. "I almost lopped off an ear."

Roode snickered. "I think you shocked him by plopping down into his lap."

"Shut up," Storm growled. "You done yet? My damn arms are fallin’ asleep here."

"Done," Cindy said smiling as she admired her work. "Oh! You look so handsome now!" She gave got up and picked up a hand mirror. "Look."

"Uh…darlin’….could you…maybe…untie me," Storm asked.

Cindy quickly untied him and then thrust the hand mirror into his hand. Storm took it and held it up to his face. His grizzly beard was now a narrow line along his chin and jaw. He examined the shave extensively before he smiled up at Cindy.

"I do believe that’s the best damn shave I’ve ever gotten."

"Now, keep it like that or we’ll drug you again," Cindy threatened, but she was smiling.

"On that note," Shelly said. "I think it’s time we left. We’ve wasted their time enough, Cinder."

Cindy nodded and gathered up her things. "Take care, boys, and kill The British Invasion."

"We will," Roode smiled, walking them to the door. "You ladies get home safe now." As he closed the door he heard the sound of a beer being opened. Spinning around Roode saw Storm taking a long swig of the beer. "James! That’s the spiked beer!"

"So?"

"So…you…we…do you not remember waking up tied to a chair?"

"Aw hell, boy, that’s a regular Tuesday night for me. Besides it’s a waste of good beer to dump ’em," Storm chuckled, heading into his bedroom with the remainder of the beers.

Roode watched his partner go, his mouth agape. He shook his head, still unable to believe that Storm would drink the drugged beer after what had just happened. "I think it’s time to see about some meetings, James," he called as he headed into his own room for the night. When he didn’t get a response he knew that the drugs had taken effect quicker than before.