"You're nothing more than a cheap JBL wannabe. You and your fancy cars, your stupid little white scarf, and your personal slave boy Ricardo La Cucaracha… oh I mean Rodriguez. Your only destiny is to be left laying flat on your back when John Cena returns to lay your ass out ", Eve said with authority as she verbally tore into Alberto Del Rio. Eve had been sent out to the ring to defend her on-screen boyfriend and sometimes tag team partner John Cena, whose shoulder Alberto had injured the previous week on Raw. John was also her on again off again boyfriend in real life. Lately they'd been having a lot of problems and agreed to see other people. She really wasn't sure where they stood but she still cared about him deep down. Cena would be out for at least 2 months. Alberto had been drafted to Raw when Wade Barrett went to Smackdown and his first target on Raw was Cena. He knew he'd have to take out the top dog to make an impact. Injuring John Cena wasn't exactly what he had planned but he certainly didn't feel bad about it. If anything it only gave him more to brag about.

"Now Eve, do you really want to start a fight with me chica. I know you want to be a good girl and fight for tu amor but he's not coming back. Cena's finished, he's done, historia. It's Alberto Del Rio's time. Raw is my show. Now please sweetheart, leave the ring before Alberto Del Rio has to take manners into his own hands. Adios" Alberto smiled that mischievous, confident smile that he was so known for.

Eve walked closer to him, almost to the point where she was directly in his face. "Don't you dare think that I won't slap the taste right out of your mouth right here and right now. You injured John and you didn't even have the decency to come out here and apologize. You are absolutely disgusting! Eve screamed at Del Rio while he just laughed and turned his head away. Eve couldn't take it anymore. She slapped him with so much force that he actually fell down and landed against the ring ropes. As he laid there helpless she kept slapping and hitting him till he had to cover up his face. She screamed that she hated him and he'd pay for what he did to John. Alberto's eyes practically bugged out of his head after she was done. He couldn't believe he had just been punked out by a woman. Eve stomped off to the back while Alberto stood there in shock holding his red freshly slapped face.

As Eve reached her locker-room in the back she felt more confident and relieved than she had felt in a long time. Getting revenge felt good. She felt empowered! She really couldn't stand Alberto, even in real life. He was so full of himself, cocky, and arrogant like everyone owed him something…at least he seemed that way. Granted she didn't really know him and she'd never been around him but he just seemed that way. And something told her that he had injured John on purpose so he could take John's spot and be the top Raw star. She changed into her favorite black chenille sweater, red leather jacket, skinny jeans, and boots. She grabbed the rest of her bags, and proceeded to leave the arena. She just wanted to be alone after all that chaos. She walked down the empty hallway headed for the door to the parking lot. The second before she reached the door she heard a familiar voice appear from behind her.

"Hey, hey Eve. Espera. Wait a minute."

Eve panicked. It was Alberto. Out in the ring she was surrounded my thousands of people and security guards when she slapped him. But here in the empty hallway she was alone and she knew he was pissed off. She turned around to face the man she had just humiliated in front of the whole world.

"Alberto don't you dare come near me. Stay the hell away from me. I don't wanna talk to you. You deserved everything I did to you out there. She couldn't believe she was still standing up to him but her confidence(or maybe utter stupidity) just wouldn't leave. Because of you I'm heading to the hospital to visit John. You've taken at least 2 months away from his career, the one thing that he loves and lives for." Eve started to cry and she felt her whole body getting hot with anger.

"Well cry me a river. I injured estupido little John Cena. Look I don't care what I did. The script never called for you to slap me out there in da ring. All you were supposed to do was yell at me and then leave. What the hell are you trying to do? You just made me look like a bitch."

"Fuck you Alberto. Understand that? Yea I said fuck you." Eve stormed off with Alberto right behind her. He grabbed her and turned her around.

"Apologize for what you did to me out there. And maybe…maybe I'll admit that I feel bad for what I did to John."

Eve rolled her eyes. "Are you kidding me? You don't feel bad for what you did. You feel bad that my hand has left a permanent mark on your face. Forget it. I'm not sorry and neither are you. Let's just agree to disagree. Have a nice night, I'm outta here." Eve walked away as fast as she could.

"Eve! Damnit. Don't walk away!"

Eve kept walking, unaware that she was now walking in the opposite direction. She was supposed to be headed for the parking lot but now she was lost. Alberto kept following her and she walked in the first door she saw just to try and get away from him. That didn't work whatsoever. They both ended up in a random locker-room, or at least it seemed like a random one at first. Within seconds she saw a purple dress shirt and black sports coat hanging up along with black loafers on the floor. Hanging next to the sports coat was a white scarf. She knew exactly whose locker-room this was, it was Alberto's. This was just her luck. She turned to leave yet again hoping that she'd eventually (and finally) make it out of here and to her car. Surprisingly this time Alberto didn't try to stop her. She turned the doorknob but it wouldn't open. She tried again and had the same result. She tried a third and fourth time with no success. The lock on the door was broken. She was stuck.

Alberto laughed. "Oh Eve, you silly silly senorita. See what you get for being so stubborn. Now we're stuck in here. Well actually you're stuck in here with me, this is my lockerroom after all. Oh well we might as well get comfortable. Nobody else shares this locker-room with me and nobody is stupid enough to come and interrupt me when the door is closed and locked. We won't be out of here until morning."

"Wait wait wait, we both have cell phones. We'll just call someone."

"Ah naw so fast senorita. I get no cell phone reception in here. Any other plans?"

Eve dropped her head sighed. This couldn't be happening to her. She was stuck in a locker-room with Alberto Del Rio of all people. She didn't know what to do. She knew if they had to be stuck together then they had to find some possible way to get along.

"Is not so bad Eve. Come on, get comfortable. Is not everyday that a lady has the pleasure of being in the esclusive locker-room of Alberto Del Rio. And since someone decided to slap da taste out of mymouth my jaw is killing me. I need a shower…fast. Make yourself at home." He winked and walked away to take a shower.

Eve's conscience kicked in and she actually felt guilty for what she had done to Alberto. Why the change of heart? She had no idea whatsoever. She started feeling bad for stepping over the line out there in the ring. Did she know for a fact that Alberto intentionally injured John Cena? No. Did she know for a fact that he was a bad person? Not at all. The people that talked negatively about him were mostly mid carders who were jealous. Should she have jeopardized his career and credibility in front of the whole world? Probably not. She was just frustrated out there and didn't know how else to express it. She started thinking that maybe she should apologize.

"No no no. Eve you can't do that. He won't believe you. He'll just rub it in your face", Eve thought to herself.

Ten minutes later she heard the shower stop. The door opened and Alberto walked out wearing nothing but a towel. Eve didn't know whether to turn away or keep looking. Suddenly she couldn't focus on anything else besides how every drop of water trickled down his shoulders, onto his chest, and finally disappearing down his toned stomach. She tried to snap herself back into reality but she couldn't. His body was beautiful.

"Come on Eve. Snap out of it. This is the guy you just assaulted on national tv."

Trying to think rationally didn't help her much. She was still mesmerized by him. His dark skin glistened under the lights and his biceps were perfectly toned and formed. Hell even his hair was sexy. It was messy, completely out of place, and wet but it looked perfect. He picked up a bottle of hair gel from his suitcase and ran his hands through his hair, trying to style it the Del Rio way. All she wanted to do in that moment was jump on him. By this time he was wearing the purple dress shirt and dress pants that were hanging as she first walked in.

"Eve, Eve? Hola? You hear me?"

"Hey. Uh yea. What? Sorry."

"I said take a picture it'll last longer."

"What are you talking about?"

"You haven't stopped staring at me since I walked out of the shower."

"Pfft. Yea whatever. Ok don't flatter yourself there heartbreaker." Eve knew he noticed her and she knew she was staring at him. What could she say though? She went from beating the crap out of him and hating his guts to feeling guilty about the whole fiasco and admiring his body in a span of an hour.

"Eve, hey hey look at me. I get it now. You don't exactly hate me as much as you say you do huh?