Amber was on a mission. Her mission was Hunter Herst Helmsley. She sat in the hotel lobby, waiting for him to come through the door. As he stepped through, she stood, and walked over to him. "Mr. Helmsley, can I have an autograph?" "Sure. Got a pen and paper?" "How about signing these," she said as she thrust her breasts in front of him. He stopped in his tracks, and stared down her low cut top. Then, he looked up at her face, and smiled. "How about a private place for this? Say, my room?" "Alright." He told Randy Orton and Ric Flair that he would see them later. With his title belt over his shoulder, and his bag in his hand, he lead Amber to his room.

As they entered the room, Hunter asked Amber, "would you like a drink?" "Only if you're having one." He set his bag by the chair, and hung his belt over the back, then went to the mini bar to see what it held. He found tiny bottles of Jack Daniels, Jim Beam, Southern Comfort and Jose Cuervo. He felt her step up behind him. "What's your poison?" "Cuervo." He handed her the small bottle, and before he could turn around with his own bottle, Amber had her bottle open, and gone. She threw the bottle away, and watched as he gulped down his. After throwing his away, he reached up to touch her face. "What's your name?" "Amber." "Sweet Amber... Do you have a pen? I don't carry one with me." "Yes, I do." She handed it to him. The corners of his mouth curved into a little grin. "Why don't you take off your shirt, and lay on the bed? I wouldn't want to mark your shirt."

Amber pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her bountiful breasts to him. As she walked over to the bed, he looked up at the ceiling, and mouthed the words "thank you". He took off his suit jacket, and laid it in the chair. He unbuttoned his cuffs, and rolled up his sleeves, as he walked to the side of the bed. Amber looked up at him and smiled. "It doesn't seem very fair for you to keep your shirt on." His eyebrows raised as he chuckled. "I guess not." He started unbuttoning his shirt, but she sat up, and took over for him. She ran her hands over his chest, then up to push the shirt off of his shoulders. "You have the hottest body I have ever seen," Amber told him. He laid his hand on the back of her neck, and bent down to give her a small kiss; a mere tease to her lips. His hand slid around her neck, and down her chest, until he took the weight of her breast in his hand. She closed her eyes, and moaned as the pad of his thumb made circles over her nipple.

Amber laid back on the bed, and Hunter climbed over her. He closed his lips around her nipple, and gently sucked, as he slid her mini skirt up to her waist. She reached between them, and undid his belt, then his pants. He had sex with her; hard and fast, fulfiling his need, and not worrying about her's. When they were done, he took the pen from the bedside table, and signed her breasts. He kissed her on the cheek, and said, "now, I want you dressed, and out of here, before I get out of the shower." "Fine," she said angrily.

He got up from the bed, went into the bathroom, and closed the door. Amber dressed hurriedly. Before she left, she grabbed his title belt from the back of the chair. She walked down the hall, then knocked on the last door. "Who is it?" "It's Amber." The door opened, and Kevin Nash stood on the other side. "Did you get it?" "Was there any doubt?" she said as she handed him the title belt. "It was almost too easy."

He threw the belt behind him on the floor, grabbed her, and closed the door. "And, how was he in bed?" "He sucks." "That's my girl." "Are you going to make up for the hell I went through for you?" "Right after you get his name off of your tits." "Why don't you help me wash it off? After all, this was your idea." He leaned down, and kissed her deeply.

"Where are you, you fucking bitch?!?" they heard from out in the hall. They ended the kiss, and shared an evil grin. "Take the title in the bathroom with you, in case he comes down here. I'll be in there in a minute." She picked up the title, and did as he said.

He opened the room door, and look down the hall to see Hunter standing in nothing but a towel. "What happened, Hunter?" Kevin asked. "A fucking ring-rat stole my title!" "Man, I told you years ago to stop playing with the rats." "Fuck you, Kevin!" Kevin just shook his head. "You lost the gold for a bit of pussy... Vince will have your ass for this." "Mind your own fucking business." "Oh, it is my business. Remember? Title shot tomorrow night? If you don't have it back before the match, plan on leaving the ring on a stretcher." "You and what army is going to put me there?" "Unlike you, I can fight my own battle. And, I can keep track of what is mine." Hunter went back in his room, and slammed the door. Kevin just smirked as he turned around, and went back in the room.

As soon as the door was closed, Amber came out of the bathroom. "Did he call me a fucking ring-rat?" "Shh... You were playing the part of one, remember?" She growled. "I hope you kill him, cause if you don't, I will." He leaned down, and kissed her. "You're beautiful when you're mad." He picked her up, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. He kissed her madly, passionately, as he carried her into the shower.

The next day, Kevin and Amber went to the arena, before anyone else go there, so Hunter wouldn't see them together. He hid her in his dressing room, while he got ready for the show. As the show began, the watched Hunter arriving on the monitor. "Remember, stay in here until the match is over," Kevin said. "I know. I don't want to run into him, as pissed as he looks." He chuckled. "Imagine if you had to face me with no title." "I don't even want to think of that." She straddled his lap. "The only kind of wrestling I want to do with you is in bed." She leaned down, and kissed him. "Don't get me started now. We can take care of that after the show."

Amber watched on the monitor, when Kevin came out from behind the curtain. He walked to the ring slowly; his eyes full of determination. The crowd was going wild for him. He got up on the ring apron, then stepped over the top rope. He looked the crowd over, then threw his fist in the air, resulting in the crowd screaming. He watched the entryway, waiting for Hunter to come through. As he came through the curtain, he looked more upset than usual, and filled with false bravado.

Before Hunter was halfway down the ramp, Kevin got the mic from Lillian Garcia. "Hey, Hunter, where's the title?" Hunter got in the ring, and stared Kevin down. While Kevin stood with a cocky smirk on his lips, Hunter sprayed water in his face, and gave him a cheap shot. Kevin threw the mic out of the ring, as Lillian was getting out. Hunter laid into him, fast and hard, not letting him catch his breath. But, when Hunter threw Kevin into the ropes, he regained control, and came back with a clothesline, knocking Hunter on his ass. Kevin went down for the pin, wanting to get the match over with. Hunter kicked out on two. Kevin got to his feet, then pulled Hunter up by his hair. When he was on his feet, he punched Kevin in the stomach.

Through the whole match, Amber was in the back watching the match on the monitor. She cheered her man on, and yelled at the monitor when she saw Hunter hitting Kevin. She yelled so loud, she drew attention from out in the hall. When there was a knock on the door, she was unsure whether or not she should open the door. "Who is it?" "Shawn." She barely opened the door, and pulled him into the dressing room. "Amber? What are you doing here?" "It's not important. Kevin's in trouble." Shawn looked at the monitor. "He seems to be doing fine, now." She looked back at the monitor, and saw that Hunter was down. Kevin picked him up, and put him in position for the jack-knife powerbomb. Hunter kicked, pushing the referee away, then low-blowed Kevin. "There goes your night," Shawn said. "That's not funny."

Kevin was curled up in the fetal position. Hunter walked over to him, and kicked him in the ribs. "That son of a bitch," Amber yelled. Hunter helped Kevin to his feet, then positioned him for the pedigree. Kevin got a surge of energy, and flipped Hunter over his back. He picked Hunter up, positioned him for the powerbomb again, flipped him onto his shoulders, then slammed him to the mat. Kevin rolled Hunter up for the pin. One... Two... Three... "The winner, and new Heavy Weight Champion of the world, Kevin Nash," she heard Lillian say.

Amber wrapped her arms around Shawn's neck, and kissed him on the cheek. "He won!" "I know, I know," Shawn laughed. Amber grabbed the title belt, and left the room. She ran through the back to the curtain. She took a deep breath, then slowly walked through the curtain, and down the ramp. As she climbed the steps, Kevin went to the corner, and opened the ropes for her. Once she was through, and Kevin stood, she held the belt out to him. He took it, and snapped it around his waist. Amber walked over to Hunter, and stood over him. "Sweet Amber, huh?" She laughed. "It's never as sweet as it seems." She leaned down, and slapped him.

She walked back over to Kevin. "It looks great on you, baby." He picked her up, spun her around, then kissed her. Hunter sat up in the corner, and looked at them. "YOU BITCH!" Kevin asked for the mic from Lillian, and she handed it to him. "I have someone I want you to meet. Hunter, meet Amber Nash." He laughed, then looked down at her. "Screw Disneyland. We're going back to our room." "You're a better ride than anything they've got," she replied.

Hunter was boiling mad. He charged at them, ready to knock Kevin on his ass. Kevin and Amber heard him coming, and stepped out of the way. Kevin pushed Hunter through the ropes. Hunter landed on his feet, grabbed Amber's ankles, and pulled her out of the ring. He got in her face, and yelled at her. She pulled her foot back, and kicked him in the family jewels. Kevin had jumped out of the ring, and stood behind Hunter. He tapped him on the shoulder. When Hunter turned around, Kevin punched him, knocking him to the ground. He grabbed Amber's hand, and lead her to the back. Once they were behind the curtain, Kevin stopped her, and petted her cheek. "Now we can start that honeymoon I owe you. We have one week. Where do you want to go?" "I can handle a full week in bed with you." He leaned down, and kissed her softly.