Walking backstage, Natalya was clutching the bag of ice that the trainers had wrapped around her ribs. She could not believe how much a botched moonsault could hurt; instantly knocking the wind out of her. Knowing that as soon as she would walk into the Divas locker room, Eve Torres would bombard her with apologies, and she just was not in the mood to put up with it. Cautiously walking into the locker room that she shared with the other Divas, she looked around and saw that Eve was not in there. In fact, none of the Divas were there.
"That's odd." Natalya thought to herself as she walked over to her things and started stuffing clothes into her duffel bag.
Sneaking out the door, Natalya made her way down the hallway, opposite of the Gorilla Position. Walking into a seemingly empty room, she sat down on the bench and rested her head against the wall; closing her eyes. She let out a long sigh, and instantly regretted it. The pain in her ribs became unbearable, causing her to wince. Choking back tears, her hands instantly went to the ice pack.
"Son of a bitch!" she muttered.
"Such a foul mouth on such a pretty woman."
Hearing that gruff accent caused Natalya to freeze. Her heart was pounding, as she slowly opened her eyes. Off to the left sat a rather large, handsome man. His usually slicked back hair was a mess from his match earlier in the evening. He was unlacing his wrestling boots and taking off his wrist tape. Natalya couldn't help but to let her eyes roam over his body; noticing for the first time, just how muscular he really was.
"See something that you like?"
Hearing his voice again snapped Natalya out of her inappropriate thoughts, as she looked into his greenish/ grey eyes.
"H-huh, wh-what?" she stuttered, shaking her head.
"You were obviously checking out my body, so I asked if you saw something that you liked."
Natalya blushed, realizing that she was caught staring.
"I'm sorry Wade; I thought this room was empty. I'll just go and find somewhere else to change." Said Natalya, as she stood up and bent over to pick up her duffel bag, wincing as a jolt of pain travelled around her chest. She fell to her knees and just waited for it to pass.
Natalya felt a comforting hand on the small of her back. Through the curtain of blonde and pink hair that shielded her face, she could see that Wade had dropped to his knees next to her. Seeing the expression on his face, she could tell he was worried.
"Nattie, are you okay? What's wrong?"
"I'm fine, it's nothing really." Natalya lied as she tried to stand back up, only to end up doubling over as pain shot through her ribs again.
"Bullshit."
"What did you just say?" Natalya was taken aback hearing the six foot seven Brit call her out like that.
Seeing the shocked expression that spread across the Canadian beauty's face, made Wade chuckle, something he did not do too often.
"What happened to cause you to wince whenever you reach for your duffel?"
"Did you not see my match?"
"No, I was in the training room, getting checked out after taking that roundhouse kick to the head from Justin Gabriel. Turns out, I'm just as hard headed as everyone thinks that I am."
"Funny."
"I try. So tell me, what happened?"
"At the end of my match with Eve, she botched her moonsault, and landed knees first into my ribcage. It knocked the wind out of me and I was unable to kick out the way the match was booked. Afterwards, I had to be helped to the back and the trainers told me that the impact her knees had bruised my ribs."
"That sounds absolutely painful. Is there anything that I can do to help you out at all?" Wade asked as he gently helped her up to sit on the bench.
"Nah, I think that I will be fine when the pain lessens."
"Well, you are more than welcome to stay and hide out in here. I'm just going to jump in the shower real quick. That means no peaking!"
"As if!" was the only comeback that Natalya could think of. Wade laughed out loud as he grabbed his towel and sauntered over to the shower stalls, taking one last look at the third generation Diva sitting in his locker room.
As Wade was walking away, Natalya could not help but to watch him leave. Once he was out of sight, she shook her head; she could not and should not be having these kinds of thoughts about another man. Especially since her six month anniversary with Randy was coming up soon. Seeing that the Brit was out of sight, she rummaged through her duffel and found her street clothes. Quickly changing into a pair of light wash jeans and a hot pink halter top, she picked up her shoes, duffel bag and then left the room.