Disclaimer: this story is fan fiction; no part of it is real. All names of wrestlers, wrestling moves, and TV shows belong to WWE, excluding Kali, whom I made up.

Chapter 3

" So everything is okay between you two now?" Bill asked in between reps. Rey nodded happily. "Well, then I'm happy for you." Rey could feel a "but" coming on. He looked at his friend, who avoided his stare. "What's up?" Rey asked, Billy only shook head. Rey set down the weight he was curling and stared up at him.

The taller of the two pretended he couldn't feel his stares and continued to lift his weight. "Billy, what's goin on man?" Rey demanded. "Nothing, alright? God damnit, Oscar," he snapped, Rey was shocked at the sudden out burst. Nether spoke for what felt like an hour, but could only have been minutes.

"Look, you've got a match tonight, for the title, why don't you go and get ready?" Billy suggested, his tone much more light. "Yeah, uh, see ya later," Rey said and gathered up his things. A thousand thoughts swirled in his head, what the hell was going on with Billy?

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"Tonight Tazz we're in for a treat. It's the second night WWE has been in San Diego this week and hometown hero, Rey Mysterio is in action for the cruiserweight title, against Crash Holly," said Michael Cole over the screaming crowd. "Crash is one tough competitor, but my money's on Mysterio."

"So is mine," said Jessica quietly to the TV screen. She walked out of the looker room she shared with Trish Stratus, nearly knocking the other woman down on her way. "Hey, you're in a hurry," she called, but Jessica didn't hear her.

It had only been two months since Vince McMahon had decided to combine the rosters of Smackdown and Raw, and it had already made a huge effect. Jessica, not unlike many of the other superstars, was extremely happy about the change. The audience was just as excited.

She found Rey in his looker room, stretching for the up coming match. "Hey, what's up?" he asked, seeing her in the doorway. "Not a lot, just wanting to wish you luck, not that you need it," she smiled. She stared at him, not able to see his whole face, but the mask couldn't cover his over whelming attractiveness. He caught her staring eyes and smiled. "Sorry, I just." she trailed off, her cheeks turning a shade of scarlet.

The awkward silence only made her embarrassment increase. She turned to leave when he stopped her. " I just wanted to say, uh thanks and wish you the same in your match tonight," he said, stammering a bit. "For my match?" she asked uncertainly. "Yeah, your match against Ivory," he told her, " For the women's title" he saw her eyes light up, only then realizing, she hadn't known. She giggled excitedly and threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

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"Who's that jumpin' out the sky?" the line hit and the crowd erupted in cheers and screams. "Ladies and gentlemen, from San Diego California, weighing in at 180 lbs. Rey Mysterio!" Lillian cried. Rey walked down to the ring, throwing his hands in a salute to his hometown. He spotted Angie and Dominick seated in the front row, but made no sign to them. Dominick jumped wildly for his father, while Angie tried to calm him down.

Rey climbed to the second turnbuckle and looked down at them. She showed no emotion, just gave a slight smile. He raised his hands to the flashing of a thousand cameras. A 619 chant was started as Crash Holly came out and into the ring.

The two men locked up and the match began. 25,000 strong were pulling for Rey, and that had a tremendous effect on Crash. Rey used the "you suck" and "lets go Mysterio" chants to his advantage, and took quick control of the match.

"How are we gonna end this?" Rey asked, pulling Crash into a headlock. "It's your hometown, man, isn't just a little obvious?" Crash replied. Rey gave a quiet laugh as loosened his grip on the other man's head. Crash pushed out of his arms and into the ropes. He was repelled back at Rey, who dodged his clothesline. Rey quickly turned and drop kicked him into the ropes. The chant for his signature move was started again, and he executed it beautifully.

He raised his arms and signaled for the West Coast Pop, the ovation was amazing. Though, it compared in no way to how loud it was when the ref hit three. "Here is your winner, and new cruiserweight champion, Rey Mysterio!" His music played loudly. He looked over to Angie, wanting her to share in the moment, but she wasn't there. He held the title in the air, confused by her absence, though trying not to show it.

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"Hey congrats, man," Billy said when Rey burst through the looker room doors. "Did you see her?" he demanded. "Who?" Billy asked. "Angie! She was just out in the audience, and she's gone," Rey yelled. "No, I haven't seen her," Billy said, "What's going on?" Rey sat down from pacing, " I don't know, I don't fuckin' know!" he shouted and slammed his fist on the bench. "Whoa, calm down!" Billy yelled back. "Sorry," he said counted to ten. It didn't work, "she's just been acting really strange lately, and God, I don't know." Billy sat next to his friend, "Oscar, we need to talk." Rey looked up at him, a concerned look on his face. "What about?" Billy wasn't given the chance to answer.

Randy Orton burst through the door, "hey that new chick, uh Kali, is comin out next." Billy sighed his no when Randy offered him to watch it with him, but Rey accepted, assuring Billy they would talk later.

Billy looked at the swinging doors; it was his turn to be angry. He let the frustrated tears fall as he kicked the wall, it hurt. Everything did.