The Badd Boy: Is this seat taken?

Torrie Wilson: yes, but the gentleman who was suppose to be occuping it should have been here a while ago... heehee Hi I thought you were standing me up

The Badd Boy: Sorry I'm late. I pay people to take the ring and equipment down, and someone parked the truck in the wrong spot. It's not at the loading dock, and there's me and Wes, along with the ring crew... carrying turn buckles... in my suit... on the one night I should be running on time. *The waitress came over, he ordered a coke and a glass of water.* So, how long do you entend on being my women's champion?

Torrie Wilson: I plan on being your women's champ as long as I'm able to, but tell me how long do you plan on leaving me off the cards?

Torrie Wilson: I don't make them, I just approve them. Wes makes them, and he's got a small division to work with right now. And besides... we wouldn't want to risk you getting hurt or anything... You're a very busy woman.

Torrie Wilson: True, but representing you and your company is high on my priorities, plus theres nothing more exciting than the rush i get from being in the ring except..." Torrie blushes and covers her face

The Badd Boy: Except what?

Torrie Wilson: "oh nothing... I'm sorry... so than what else do you do besides approve the cards? "

***Torrie thinks to herself great already putting your foot in your mouth***

The Badd Boy: You know, get sponsors, find venues, fill seats, run angles... I'm pretty much in charge of getting quality programming out there.

Torrie Wilson: Wow, you're a busy man. No wonder you said you havent sat down and enjoyed a good dinner in a while. So Mr. Ikeda may I ask... what do you do in your limited spare time?

***Torrie leans forward and bats her eyelashes twirling a strad of hair around her finger nervously***

The Badd Boy: Well, me, my brother, and my nephew try to go over to my Dad's on the weekend and watch whatever sport is in season. I try to spend as much time with Blaine as I can... I eat, workout, sleep... yeah, my life is pretty mundane.

Torrie Wilson: Oh well if you're ever in LA one weekend you should drop by Pinky's I'm usually there most weekends, Theres usually a party going on there, it'd be fun to let loose...But thats sweet that you spend time with your nephew

The Badd Boy: Well... you spend time with yours too, don't you?

Torrie Wilson: Oh you must mean Luke! Luke isn't my nephew, he's my god son. Heehee yeah I spend some time with him. He loves you, in fact he was absolutely devistated when i told him he couldnt come to st louis with me when he heard i was having dinner with you

The Badd Boy: Well, if you ever bring him with you again... you're always welcome to stop by my office. I'd love to see him again.

Torrie Wilson: O I don't know if I'll be bringing him back to the arena, last time he came with me he ran off looking for you and almost barged into wes's office because he saw the name ikeda

The Badd Boy: And Wes would be really nice to him too. I promise. *he laughed.*

Torrie Wilson: I know, but I can't have him monoplizing either of your times, for Luke can do that, once that kid starts talking, and especially about his favorite subject wrestling and the Badd boy he doesn't stop

The Badd Boy: You haven't heard my nephew talk about his Dad. *He laughed* He doesn't ever stop... My Dad is the greatest... he used to jump off stuff... he was great... blah...blah... blah...

Torrie Wilson: heehee sounds like he idolizes his father. But I'm sure he's not as bad as Lucas is when he's talking about you. Kiki has gotten numerous letters home from school about Lucas talking non stop about a Badd boy as they put it, and for practicing wrestling moves on other students. I guess the ikeda brothers are on everyones minds

The Badd Boy: That is how I know I have done my job. Corrupting the small minds of America. Now, let's talk about you. You

Torrie Wilson: me? what about me?

The Badd Boy: Well, You have your own company, yourself. What do you do in your spare time?

Torrie Wilson: spare time...hmm what is that? Heehee but seriously, I spend most of my spare time either hanging out with my friends, babysitting Luke, in the gym, or at Pinkys.

The Badd Boy: So what on earth possesed you to open your own bar...

Torrie Wilson: it's not just a bar it's a night club, and my buddy and I thought it would be fun to have a place where we could go and hang out, so we opened pinkys and now we're one of LA's hottest spots and have an A- list crowd who attend regularly, not to mention hit bands calling us to try and play on our stage, but you've been to Pinkys...

The Badd Boy: Yeah, that night me and Wes hit up the joint... that was cool. We had a really good time. You probably didn't know it, but I dated one of your bar tenders for a while.

Torrie Wilson: I know everything that goes on in my club, I'm not like Jason who's more hang loose about running Pinky's but I on the other hand feel it is important to know every inch of what is happening. You were dating the girl Jason hired sometime around the green with envy gala. I don't remember her name, cute girl though. Horrible bar tender... kept messesing up her drinks

The Badd Boy: *He smiled* Hmm... did you know that because you know everything that goes on in your club... or did you know that because... *he paused* nevermind. *He took a drink of water and the waitress brought their meals.*

Torrie Wilson: **She smirked** Why Mr. Ikeda what are you trying to imply? That I am some sort of stalker? **She playful teases him in between giggles**

The Badd Boy: I'd never...

Torrie Wilson: So what about you... you have a pretty big staff, I take it your more like Jason and dont involve yourself in the lives of your employees.

The Badd Boy: No, not normally...

***blushes***

The Badd Boy: You invited me. I couldn't turn you down... *He smiled*

Torrie Wilson: good because this is nice...I was nervous that you were going to say no...that you had a date or something

The Badd Boy: I'm just curious... why'd you ask me? I mean... me. You could have asked Randy Orton, or... Christian... or anyone you wanted... well... I guess I'm not really one hundred percent clear that this is a date, but... you still could have asked anyone.

Torrie Wilson: because ... nevermind...

The Badd Boy: No, what... really. I'm intrested. You have to realize last time a woman asked my brother to dinner she wanted a title shot. You've already got the title... so my guess... *He smiled* You want all the diva's to wear your spring line on Raw for the next few months...

Torrie Wilson: I'm like all the other women in your life... I'm just trying to get to your brother...)

The Badd Boy: *He laughed* You know, after the day I have had nothing would suprise me anymore. Atleast I know your kidding. I think my brother has his sites set on your immediate supervisor actually...

Torrie Wilson: O i havent met her yet, I briefly saw her at the Royal Rumble...

The Badd Boy: Her name's Krista, she's a nice lady... knows the job real well. *Finished, he moved his plate to the side.* I think you'll like her. Her office is right next to Wes's if you ever want to stop in and introduce yourself...

Torrie Wilson: i think i'd rather go through you if you dont mind...

The Badd Boy: Well... ummm... sure I can introduce the two of you sometime if you want. I think she's holding a general meeting with the women's division sometime before Wrestlemania... I'm really sorry... I don't know how the conversation keeps drifting back to work.

Torrie Wilson: its alright... the EBWF's your life....

The Badd Boy: *He sighed* Wish I could dispute that...*His cell phone rang. He grabbed at it, silencing it quickly, as not to disturb the other diners. He looked at the screen...* Do you have REALLY annoying siblings, because I sure do...

Torrie Wilson: Wes? Heehee go ahead answer it it might be important

The Badd Boy: *He answered* Yes Wesley? Tomorrow? Can you just wait a couple of days, and we'll talk about this? I know you're sorry about today... Just sleep on it. We'll talk in the morning. *He was quiet for a moment.* Okay, I'll pick him up from school tomorrow, and he'll just stay with me until you get back... *Silence again.* You are the definition of screwed up right now you know that? (con't)

The Badd Boy: You gonna be up for awhile? You sure... I'll call you later. Okay, don't drink... *he grinned* Glad to hear it. Bye. *He hung up the phone, and looked at Torrie.* Sorry...

Torrie Wilson: is everything okay?

The Badd Boy: Long story short... he's more depressed than I have ever seen him. I think it's just today... all this Valentine's Day crap...

Torrie Wilson: o more like singles awareness day... happy SAD to all...

The Badd Boy: Amazing how the acronym for Single Awareness Day is SAD... *He laughed.* You know... you're witty. I like that.

Torrie Wilson: thanks but i can't take credit for that ryan seacret has been going on and on about it really beig SAD

The Badd Boy: You should have taken credit for it. I would have never known. *He reached for the check*

Torrie Wilson: no let me... i was the one who invited you after all *** she says grabbing the check and slipping in her credit card***

The Badd Boy: Well, Ma'am. I'm an Ikeda. And we don't join pretty ladies for dinner, and expect them to pay...

Torrie Wilson: but i insist!

The Badd Boy: Well... okay. I'll let you... As long as I can get it next time.

Torrie Wilson: deal...well how about i cook for you instead... and you just bring the wine...

The Badd Boy: Depends on when you want to do it... I'm booked up solid until Wrestlemania... I can either do midnight dinner's or... if you want to just come by my office... we could eat there... that's a good nuetral place.

Torrie Wilson: midnight dinners sounds fine to me.. your place or mine?

The Badd Boy: Let's hold off on that idea. I have to clear my schedule for Thursday... and I'm gonna have Blaine. So here's what we can do. I'll let you pay tonight, and then Thursday... we'll find some Chuck E Cheese somewhere, hang out with Blaine and Luke, and let them goof around while we talk a little more. I would try to find a sitter, but I am the sitter...

Torrie Wilson: That sounds wonderful, and I'm sure Luke would love that, I was going to have to find someone to watch him on Thursday, cause Kirsten is caught up in this big trial and I get Luke, but Chuck E Cheese with the Badd Boy would be his dream come true and to meet a kid his own age that is an ikeda himself I'm sure Luke will try and become Blaines new best friend

The Badd Boy: Well, Blaine's best friend is his dad... so maybe someone his own age would do him some good... The same could be said for me too I suppose.

Torrie Wilson: well maybe i could be of some help with that...

The Badd Boy: I think I could handle being your... friend.

***Torrie has a smile from ear to ear... another "meeting" with Tony and the promises of a likely "friendship""

The Badd Boy: Well both of my cars are two seaters... so I'll just meet you at the one on 157?

Torrie Wilson: Oh... okay...

The Badd Boy: Thursday at 5:30. I got to go to my brother's... I got to make sure he's okay. Torrie... this was really.... nice. I hope it made single awareness day a little less SAD for you.

Torrie Wilson: thank you Tony for the lovely evening.. i hope wes is alright. I'll see you on Thursday.

The Badd Boy: *He pulled a pen from his pocket and scribbled something down on a napkin.* Here, that's my house and my cell phone. I know you have my work number already... but if I'm busy I don't always answer. If anything happens and you guys can't make it, just give me a call... or you can call if you just want to talk too...

Torrie Wilson: great and here... ***she says pulling out one of her business cards..*** it has my cell **she pulls a pen out of her purse and gracefully writes something down** and there's my home phone number if you ever need a "friend" to talk to, but the best bet is to call my cell I'm often away from the house.

The Badd Boy: Are you staying here... or can I walk you out to your car?

Torrie Wilson: I'm staying here, I rented the penthouse, but I've been thinking of buying a house out here...

The Badd Boy: It wouldn't be a bad investment. South County has really nice places. I really got to get going... you have a good evening Torrie, and I'll see you Thursday.

Torrie Wilson: Good night Mr. Ikeda.

Tony walked out of the restuarant, and smiled as he got into his Lotus and drove away. That was easy... he got on the highway, making his way to Wes's house. Dealing with his manic depressive brother on the other hand... not as easy. He looked at his watch... 2am. Only four hours before he had to be at work. For the first time in awhile The Badd Boy knew he would be getting no sleep.*