The two had finally arrived at the hotel they were staying at tonight. As they Blake got out the car there were already lots of fans screaming their names trying to get pictures.

"I always wonder how they know where we stay at?" Blake asked Barbie as he pulled out all their luggage.

"One of the world's biggest mystery." she said chuckling as she fixed her hat. Blake chuckled as he sent a small wave to the crowd that was held back by hotel security, causing them to get even louder.

"Greatest thing about being a heel is I dont need to sign autographs or take pictures. It's fun being a dick." Blake told rolling his suitcase pass the crowd and entering through the doors. As she was signing a ariticle of her in WWE Magazine, a man grabbed her breast causing her to stop what she was doing, and walked quickly inside. Blake immediately noticed her expression.

"Did that man just grab your chest?" Blake asked, Barbie was too shocked to respond, all she offered was a nod. With that Blake walked over to security, he was too far from Barbie for her to hear him. He then walked over to the man that had just groped her.

"You come here." Blake said pointing at the man to come to the front of the barricade to face him. "How dare you lay your hands on a woman. I don't know where your from, but you need to watch where you put your fucking hands." The small crowd cheered as Blake told the man off. He walked in, to see Barbie giving him a sincere look. He put a arm around her, and he was glad she leaned in. She finally spoke when they were alone on the elevator.

"Thank you." she said in a hush tone.

"Barbie that doushebag derseved every bit of that."

"I just don't want you to get in trouble with management, it wasn't woth it."

"I honestly don't care, they can punish me all they want but I know I did the right thing, am I suppose to sit on my ass and watched you get molested by some freak just cause I'm scared to be a jobber for a few weeks, or get less TV time?" he told as they stepped out of the elevator. They ended up walking the same way, and fortunately they had booked rooms right across from each other. As he scanned his key to his room, he heard Barbie call him. He turned around to receive a giant hug from the blonde.

"Thanks again." she said, getting on her toes, placing a small kiss on his cheek. Blake storked her hair and watched as she went into her room.

The next day

Blake had arrived early to the house show as always. Not a lot of people knew it, but Blake always helped the guys set up the ring. After he went over his warm ups, taking bumps and running the ropes. The crowd would soon enter the arena, so Blake went to the back.

"Hey Cross, can I have a word with you?" Arn Anderson, a wrestling veteran, and current senior producer for RAW. "I got a call from McMahon saying there's a video streaming online at your cursing out a fan."

Blake ran his fingers through his toussled hair, "This ass put grabbed her chest.I had to say something. So what's my punishment?" Blake said getting to the point, causing Arn to chuckle.

"You stubborn son of a bitch. Vince doesn't want to punish you but the other higher management is scared the guy is gonna sue, Blake Cross your hearby sentenced to lose your U.S. Championship on Monday to Justin Gabriel at the next taping of RAW." the veteran said reading off the fax he got.

"That's it?"

"Yeah, and let me tell you something, you have a WWE Championship run planned. Nothing is decided yet, but management plans to let you and Orton duke it out at the upcoming Wrestlemania." he said, giving the young man a pat on the back and walking off.