The music drew him down the hall. There was chaos going on in every room. The various gatherings of the boys blowing off steam after a big show mixed with old friends separated by roster splits and drafts but reunited by the quarterly dual roster PPV always made things interesting. He knew almost every person here. He knew most of their likes and knew their general interests in music, but never before had he heard that music. Usually he preferred things on the heavier side, but his heart held a passion for something a little older. Jim Morrison was one of his hero's. Reaching the open doorway at the end of the hallway Rob poked his head in slowly knowing that this was the new guy's room. Tyson Tomko, Jay's on air problem solver. He half wondered if he was an off air problem solver as well.

Stepping into the room carefully he wasn't quite surprised to see the room almost empty. Most probably couldn't figure him out. Around the WWE different was great onscreen, but like anywhere else in real life it wasn't looked upon highly. He'd heard that Dave Batista liked the guy, but so far he was the only name he'd heard linked to the younger man. Again, this wasn't something that surprised him. Dave was one of those guys that mingled with the in people because he could, but only when it suited his purposes. Rob liked Dave. They had a lot of things in common. Sensing eyes on him he turned to look at the mysterious new man studying him calmly not threatened by his intensity. "Nice tunes Dude."

Tyson lifted an eyebrow looking at the cool and collected man in front of him wondering if he was really the brainless stoner he appeared to be. "Thanks," Tyson replied unsure of how to proceed not for the first time since he'd been called up. Unfortunately Rob wasn't one of the people Dave had covered in their "who's safe and who ain't" sessions. Deciding a straightforward approach was the best Tyson crossed his arms putting on his best "you're about to fucking die… painfully" look. "Are you friend or foe?" Rob though just cocked his head to one side looking around then turned his head back to Tyson. "Dude, didn't anyone tell you? Everything's cool with R V D!" Tyson chuckled and patted the bed next to him. "Plot a squat man."

Rob nodded easing over to the bed perching Indian style next to Tyson. "So dude, whaddya think of the big time?" Rob asked leaning back on his elbows as Tyson snorted. "I feel like I'm back in high school. There are more fuckin drama queens and backstabbing going on here than at cheerleader tryouts." Rob grinned nodding. "Yeah to say the least but there's some pretty decent people here too. It just may take 'em awhile to thaw out. I'll tell ya though a guy like you will be popular with a lot of the younger guys if you don't mind protectin' 'em. Babyguards are always in need around here."

Tyson arched an eyebrow curiousity. "Babyguards?" Rob nodded shrugging. "You know the little guys, the younger guys, the babies. They're always in danger around here. The Bradshaw's and Triple H's and Edge's of the backstage are all pretty good at torturing and tormenting those that can't fight back." Tyson frowned confused at the list of names. "OK I get Bradshaw. I mean you don't have to meet the guy to see he's a fuckin' bully. And Paul is another obvious one. I got the start of what I am told is the suck my cock and I'll think about thinking about pushing you lecture." Tyson stroked his beard trying to hide his grin. "Funny though he seemed to pale dramatically when I growled." Rob laughed picturing it. "I am sure he did. There are all of three… well four now with you that he's never tried to manipulate. Mark Calloway is way too big. Glenn is way too Mark's and well I think the first time Dave's hand fit so easily around his throat Paul decided he would make a better friend that foe." Tyson nodded thinking about the list. "I sense a common thread there." Rob grinned nodding. "Yeah. Paul is allergic to all things big, bad, and demonic." Remembering his earlier confusion Tyson stroked his beard again. "So… as I was saying. I get Bradshaw and I get Paul, but Copeland?"

Rob nodded making a face. "He's one of those evil is disguise people. He lures the babies into safety once one of the others have done their worst promising protection then manipulates the crap out of 'em. If you ever meet Shannon Moore ask him about Copeland, but uhh you might wanna cover your balls. The kid has a wicked punch." Tyson arches his eyebrow again frowning. "I'll remember to wear my cup. Where do I sign up for this babyguard thing?" Rob waves a hand in the air. "It ain't like a club man. Just… you know… keep your eyes open. Jay's a lucky guy to have you around. If I were you I would make him your first charge. Adam… isn't nice to him." Tyson growled softly nodding. Jason had been good to him since he came up. Other than Dave he was the only other person he could call a friend. He wasn't very keen on the idea of someone messin' with the blonde. "I dare Copeland to touch him." As Rob nodded Tyson again studied the other man. "What about you? Are you a protector, a victim, or a bystander?"

This time it was Rob's turn to lift an eyebrow. "What makes you think I ain't one of the bad guys?" Tyson snorts. "Please." Rob frowned feeling disgruntled. "What you don't think I could do it?" Tyson crossed his arms grinning. "Nope." More disgruntled this time Rob quickly unfolded his legs and crossed the small space between them straddling Tyson's outstretched legs. "And why not?" Tyson leaned forward slightly so that his face hovered barely centimeters from Rob's. "It's easy. No one that likes Jim Morrison could be a bad guy." Quickly Tyson sank his hands into Rob's hair tearing out the ponytail holder and yanking the older man's mouth down to cover his own.

Rob wasn't often surprised, but this was one of those rare occurrences where it had happened. Quickly he forgot his surprise though along with any other thoughts going through his head. Easily his hands dropped to the bigger man's chest running his fingers over the hard ridges as he felt Tyson's hands move from his hair to his ass. Rob lifted his lips from Tyson's mouth looking deep into the dark eyes of the man holding him. Slowly his arm lifted to the light above them. His fingers awkwardly found the light switch and pushing it in darkening the room then spent the next several hours discovering the mysteries of Tyson Tomko.

Later he eased out of the room carrying his shirt and shoes in his hands grinning. As he closed the door he heard a husky voice call from the bed. "Don't be a stranger huh?" Turning he looked at Tyson. His eyelids half closed with sleep looking very tempting. The song on the cd still playing The Doors changed and Rob grinned in the darkness quoting the first line. "Hello, I love you. Won't you tell me your name?" Tyson chuckled and drew back the sheets he was laying under patting the bed next to him. "I much prefer… Come on, come on, come on… now touch me babe." Rob chuckled and stepping back into the room let the door close behind him. "Like I always say… Everyone wants to be Rob Van Dam."

The End

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