A/N: I want to apologize for not updating any of my stories. I haven't had any inspiration or any of that good stuff. I've been running on empty I suppose. Besides I'm still searching around for a job. That's harder than it may sound. I will get to my other stories as soon as possible. I swear! They're reeling in my head, I just can't seem to get em down on paper/computer. Lol But here's the next chapter of The Mysterious One. Probably the next story to update will be The Twin. And then I'll get to Together Again. Those are my plans anyways. I also mention the song "Pet" by A Perfect Circle. It's a totally awesome CD. Definitely go out and get The Thirteenth Step if you need some mellowed out rock music. It's a very Toolesque album, only not as hard. But still very good.

She stepped into the women's locker room and crossed her arms over her chest. She starred down at the leggy blonde who was busy getting dressed. "Ya know, you may have the legs in this company, but I have the body," she snarled.

"Maverick, I don't have a problem with you, so don't try and start one," Stacy told her.

"Oh, but you see, I have a problem with you. I heard those rumors that you were spreading about me. I'm here for revenge," Maverick said as Stacy stood.

"Hey, from what I understand, they're not rumors. They're the cold hearted truth. And if you can't handle the truth, then get out," Stacy ordered.

"I can't help it if you're just jealous of this body," Maverick grinned running her hands down her body.

"You're a bitch. Ya know that? You're starting trouble with all the WWE Divas. You're the new girl here. Watch your back. We will gang up and get you back," Stacy threatened trying to leave, only to be pushed into the wall by Maverick.

"Listen to what I'm saying Stacy. I'm going to get you back for what you said about me. And I'm going to do it tonite. In that ring. You against me, in a bra and panties match," she smirked running her tongue over her deep red lips.

"Fine, I'll be there. But your Evolution buddies, better not be," Stacy growled as Maverick nodded and walked out of the room.

Maverick sat in the Evolution locker room painting her nails as the door flew open. She blew on her nails and smiled as the handsome raven haired man walked towards her. Placing the brush back in it's container she stood and ran her hands down his tight shirt covered chest.

"Hey Randy, what can I do for you," her mouth formed a wild grin and he forcefully brought his lips down on hers. He ran his tongue over his lips and looked down at her. "Now that's the kind of greeting I could get used to."

"Anytime baby," he grinned. "But listen, I just heard a crazy rumor that you got yourself into a match with Keibler and Evolution is banned from the ring." He crossed his tan arms and waited for her reply.

"Well, you see, that's not a rumor. I did make that match. And I'm going through with it," she shrugged sitting on the leather couch to continue her nails.

"Maverick, I don't think I like that idea. Do you know how many Divas are out for your head right now? You're not exactly the most popular girl in the locker room."

"You think I don't know that! Randy, it'll be fine," she said as there was a knock on the door and one of the techs walked in.

"Maverick, you're match is up next," he said leaving the room.

"Wish me luck," she bounced up. She wrapped her arms around Randy's neck and sucked on his ear. She whispered, "Just keep the shower warm for me." She winked at him and left the locker room.

The crowd began to boo as the titantron played a video of Maverick and the boys to her own music, "Pet" by A Perfect Circle. Maverick sauntered out to the top of the ramp, the men changing their tunes to a cat call and whistle seeing the tall blonde. Their eyes seemed to wander down her athletically thin tan body, noticing the short skin tight dark blue shorts with Maverick written on the ass in hot pink. She ran her hands down her chest and stomach, which was covered by a tight hot pink tank top, which only covered her chest. She bent over, ass to the crowd, and pulled up her knee high wrestling boots before walking down to the ring.

"And her opponent from Tampa, Florida, MAVERICK!" Lilan announced.

Stacy stood in the middle, arms crossed, a death glare on her face, directed towards Maverick. Maverick climbed into the ring and Stacy readied herself for a fight. After prancing around for a bit, Maverick stood in front of Stacy and smiled, placing her hands on her hips. She motioned for a microphone and Lilan tossed her one.

"Stacy, I'm glad to see you didn't chicken out," Maverick grinned.

"Why would I? I don't rely on the help of 4 burly men," Stacy shot back.

"That hurt. That hurt, right here," Maverick sniffled patting her heart. "But Stacy, I'm so completely confident in beating you tonite, that I'm going to give you a little help." Maverick gave the microphone to a bewildered Stacy and placed her hands at the bottom of her shirt. In one short pull, the tight tank top was taken off and Maverick stood there swinging it around her finger. "That should help you a little bit."

"I didn't need your help, but it should make the match go faster," Stacy laughed before giving Maverick a short kick to the stomach. Maverick hunched over, dropping her shirt and backed up to the ropes.

Stacy ran towards her and started to whip her into the ropes. Maverick hooked her arms around the top rope, stopping her from running into long kick from Stacy. Maverick ran at her and clothes lined her. She straddled Stacy's hips, causing chants of "HLA" to come from the crowd of men. She quickly ripped off Stacy's midriff showing white tank top, revealing a lilac colored bra. Hoots of joy from the men over powered any other sound in the arena. Maverick stood and whipped Stacy into the corner. Stacy's back hit the post and she cringed in pain. Maverick ran towards her and Stacy brought her foot up, connecting it with the other blonde's face. Maverick turned and stumbled a bit as she grabbed at her jaw. Stacy grabbed the back of Maverick's head and pushed her forward in a bull dog. Maverick's face bounced off the mat as Stacy tried ripping Mavericks shorts off. She fought and fought, finally she turned over and kicked Stacy away. Stacy fell to the mat and Maverick quickly stood. She pulled Stacy up and did a scoop suplex. She grinned devilishly and ran to the ropes. She bounced off the ropes to get some speed up and did a back handspring into a senton. She tried to rip off Stacy's shorts, but she was pushed off. Stacy stood quickly and ran after Maverick. Maverick did a drop kick to Stacy chest. She climbed up the post and stood, saluting the crowd. Stacy stood while Maverick was showing off to the crowd. And what was going to be a simple moonsault, quickly became a hurracanrana. Maverick spun around on Stacy's waist and easily ripped off her shorts, letting the crowd see Stacy's lacy lilac colored boy cut panties. Maverick stood, grinning like a Cheshire cat, showing the shorts off.

"And your winner, MAVERICK!" Lilan announced as "Pet" was once again heard.

Stacy growled and unbeknown to Maverick, she moved behind the egotistical diva and rolled her up, and pulled off Maverick's shorts. Maverick screamed and kicked, but had no luck in getting Stacy away. Stacy stood up proudly and pulled Maverick to her feet. Maverick stood in front of the leggy diva without any fear or lack of confidence. She placed her hands on her hips and ripped the shorts out of Stacy's hands. The only thing covering Maverick from the eyes of the people in the audience was her black lacy bra and black thong. She stood on the post and threw her shorts out to the crowd. Stacy getting pissed off at her show boating wrapped her arms around Maverick's waist and pulled her off the post in a German suplex type move. She straddled the diva's waist and took her hair into her hands and started pounding her head into the mat. "YOU BITCH! I HATE YOU! BITCH!" Stacy screamed. Suddenly the men of Evolution started running down the ramp and slid into the ring. Batista picked Stacy off of they're fellow member and threw her over his shoulder. She fought, pounding on his back and kicking his chest. Randy bent down and helped Maverick to her feet. He put his forehead on hers as she rubbed the back of her head and winced in pain. Batista put Stacy down and glared at her, blocking her from getting to Maverick. Hunter took his Evolution T-shirt off and handed it to Maverick, who eagerly put it on. The five Evolution members exited the ring and walked back up the ramp, leaving an angry Stacy in the ring.

"Ya know, you never realize how fuckin cold it is in the arenas until your standing around in your UNDERWEAR!" Alex yelled once they were walking down the hall. Paul laughed and put his arm around the shoulders of his sister n' law.

"You did well out there though," Paul smiled. She shrugged and shook her head. "Oh don't give me that. You did what you could do in that sort of a situation. We all know what you're capable of. You just gotta work your way to the top. You'll get there sweetie." Alex rolled her eyes and waved to the guys before disappearing into the Diva's locker room.

"Sam, that was an excellent match," Trish smiled.

"TRISH!" Alex exclaimed. "Do you NOT know the mean of keeping it on the downlow?"

"Sorry," Trish apologized. "But you did do an awesome job."

"Thanks, but it was a simple match. Nothing really to it," Alex sighed grabbing her shower gear.

"Oh, um, these were left by the door. The card says they're for you," the curvy blonde smiled handing her friend a dozen pink roses. Alex smiled and sat on the bench, taking the card out of the bunch.

"Do you know who they're from?" she asked flipping the card over a couple times, thinking she'd missed the name.

"No, it's not on the card?" Trish questioned taking the card to look for herself. Alex shook her head. "Hmm, I don't know. Randy maybe?"

"No, it's not Randy," Alex chuckled rolling her eyes. "This is weird."

"Must have a secret admirer," Trish grinned nudging her friend.

"Great, just what I need," she muttered. She set the roses off to the side and sighed, her mind reeling with thousands of thoughts, none of which were good. She grabbed her shower stuff and walked into the shower. "This is so like him. But how did he find me! Did he find me? Oh God." As the hot water started to run over her body she started getting more and more worried about the roses just all of a sudden showing up without a name telling her who they were from. "What if it is him? What the hell am I going to do! I can't let him get me. Not again. He almost killed me once. I won't let him do that to me again!" She exclaimed determined to be strong against her possible stalker. She turned the shower off and wrapped a towel around her slender tan body. Walking into the locker room she realized she was alone, and that scared her. She was strong physically, that's true, but her mind often got the best of her, and this was no different than any other time. With the slightest creek she'd jump and scream in a startle. Finally she had, had enough and pulled on whatever clothes she could grab, grabbed her things, left the roses, and ran out into the hall.

A collision stopped her running as she fell to the hard tile floor. She winced in pain as the thing she collided with knelt down in front of her. "You okay?" his sweet southern voice questioned.

She curled her lip and tucked her wet hair behind her ear. She looked up into his chocolate brown eyes and smiled slightly. "Yeah, I guess I'll live. That cushion of an ass broke my fall."

He chuckled at her and pulled her to her feet. He picked up her things and threw them over his shoulder so he was not only carrying his bags, but her's as well. "Yeah, and you've got a big one at that!" he joked receiving a slap to the shoulder. "Sorry, you walked into that one."

"Yeah, I suppose so," she rolled her eyes but smiled at him anyways before looping her arm with his.

"I'm glad you ran into me, not literally, but you get what I mean. I was just on my way to get you. Lance and Jay are waiting for us in the car."

"I'm glad I DID run into you. And I do mean that literally. Although I suppose I could do without this bruise that is definitely going to be forming on my ass."

"Are you alright Al? I mean besides your sore rear-end," he questioned worriedly stopping her right before they got to the exit doors. She looked down at the floor and sighed, shaking her head slightly. "You can tell me."

"Shane, the weirdest thing happened to me tonite. I went to the locker room after my match to shower and change. Trish was in there and handed me some pink roses. She said they were left outside the locker room and were for me. But there was no name on them." She looked up into his eyes and he smiled.

"Secret admirer?"

"That's what she said. But I just get a really bad feeling about them."

"Where are they now?"

"In the locker room. I guess my mind got the best of me while I was in the shower and I heard one too many creeks in the floor, walls, and ceiling. Reason why we should be insured with walking collision insurance," she laughed.

He laughed with her and took her hand. "I'm sure it was nothing. Just probably some whacked out fan." He ran his thumb over the back of her hand and his smile faded. He tilted his head in wonder before looking back up at her. He studied her face, more than he'd ever done before, and stepped back in shock.

"Shane, are you alright?" she asked reaching out for him. He moved back, just out of her reach and narrowed his eyebrows in thought. "Shane, you're freaking me out. What's wrong?"

He moved towards her and ran his hand down her smooth face, feeling out all of her features, from her defined cheekbones, to her full pink lips, even her nicely trimmed eyebrows. "Oh my God. Now I know why you looked so familiar to me!" he exclaimed.

Her face went blank as she thought back to when she could have possibly met him in the past. Coming up empty she placed her hands on her hips and cried, "WHAT?"

"You're Sierra," he breathed. Her blue eyes grew wide as she covered her mouth with her hands.

'He couldn't possibly know me as Sierra,' she thought to herself, her eyes moving around wildly as she thought. 'No one knows Sierra. Or at least I didn't think anyone knew Sierra.' She took a deep breath and let her arms rest at her sides. "Um, who's Sierra?" she questioned.

"Who's Sierra? Oh you've got to be kidding me! I finally figure out how I recognized you and now you're denying that you were ever that person! Fuck that!" he laughed. "My God! You gave me the best lap dance I've ever had. You were worth that 50 bucks. Every last cent."

"You've got me confused with someone else," she shook her head at him before quickly turning and pushing the doors open, letting the cold air of Denver hit her face.

"No, no I don't. She's you. Or you're her. Whatever. I mean sure, you're a little more toned, and you're blonde where she had ravenesque black hair. But your smile, laugh, the way you move, just everything about you screams her. Especially your eyes," he grinned.

"No, Shane, I'm telling you NO! I'm not Sierra!" she persisted finding the black ford Explorer they all had rented that morning.

"Alex, we're not finished with this conversation!" Shane yelled to her as she disappeared into the vehicle's front passenger seat.

"Hey sweetie," Lance smiled at her. She looked over at him and gave him an innocent grin as Shane threw their bags in the back of the SUV. He slid into the back seats with Jay and crossed his arms. "Shane, bout time you got here."

"Oh sure, it's my fault we're late. Never blame little Miss goody two shoes there. Don't let the blonde hair and innocent smile fool you Lance. She's not as pure as you may think she is," Shane shot back as Lance pulled out of the parking lot. Alex crossed her arms as a scowl formed on her face.

A full nite of driving finally brought the four travelers into the next city at 11 in the morning. They checked into their hotel and dragged their tired bodies up to their rooms. Alex sighed throwing her bags on the floor and falling face first onto the Queen sized bed. She rolled over and looked up at the ceiling.

"This has been one interesting two months. First Trish figures out who I am. Then Randy and I kiss. Then we go on a date, only to never speak of the nite again. Then I explain a VERY summarized story of my life to Trish. And then I get those pink roses from GOD only knows who. And now Shane's 100percent positive I'm Sierra. How do I get myself into these messes!" She grabbed a pillow and covered her face with it, screaming into it.

"You have one bad habit of talking to yourself," a voice was suddenly heard in her room. She sat up quickly and looked up at her brother.

"Bro, you got a bad habit of sneaking up on people when they're freaking out!" she exclaimed standing up and walking into the bathroom. He followed her and leaned on the doorframe, watching her splash water on her face.

"Who was sneaking? I knocked and when you didn't answer and I realized the door was partially open, I took it upon myself to walk in," he laughed being pushed out of the doorway. "Are you alright Sam?"

"No, Shane, I'm not. My world is falling apart right before my eyes," she pouted burying her head in her older brother's chest. He wrapped his arms around her body and rested his chin on her head. He sighed and rubbed her back comfortingly.

"Honey, your world is always falling apart right before your eyes," he said softly.

She sighed and pulled back. "Well, it's happening again and I don't like it!"

"That doesn't surprise me the least bit! Samantha, ever since you were a kid something would happen to you and you thought it was the end of the world! Nothing is ever as bad as you seem to think it is."

"This time I think it is. Trish knows who I am. Randy and, well, you can't tell Daddy, but we kissed and went on a date. Only now we don't even talk really. Unless it's about work," she rubbed her forehead.

"Oh Sam, this is why Dad has that rule," Shane shook his head.

"Yeah, well, it gets worse. Last nite, I got a dozen pink roses, and no clue who they're from. But I have a bad feeling about them, and Helms thinks, knows, I dunno, about someone I was in Vegas."

"You don't think the roses could be from………."

"That's exactly what I'm thinking."

"We've got to tell Dad," Shane said sternly.

"NO! Shane, we tell Dad, and I lose all my freedom. I'll just be extra cautious from now on."

"Sam, I don't like this. We should tell Dad. He should know."

"Should and will are two different things. Please keep your mouth shut. And PLEASE don't tell Steph. She'd just LOVE this," she rolled her eyes.

"Alright, I won't tell anyone. But please don't go anyplace alone. Always stay around someone, preferably one of the guys. I seriously doubt Trish would be able to protect you against him. Especially if he's got one of his cretins with him," Shane joked.

"Will do."

"I love you Sammy, I don't want anything to happen to you. You're my baby sister," Shane sighed pulling her into his arms. He kissed her hair and hugged her tightly.

"I love you too Shane," she replied contently, feeling very safe in his embrace. "What are you doing here anyways?"

"Dad asked me to come tonite. Make sure everything runs smoothly. Pretty much doing his job for the nite. You going to come home after the show?"

"Yeah, where else would I go?"

"Good point."

"Alex, we need to talk," Shane walked up to her in the subway she had gone to with Trish and Amy Dumas. She rolled her eyes and moved up in the line. "Alex, you can't ignore me. I'm a pest when I want to be."

"He's right Al, he really is a pest," Amy joked. Shane walked up them and put his hands on his hips, cocking his head to the side and giving his friend a light growl and dirty look to match.

"Helms, go crawl back under the rock you came from," Alex shot at him before ordering her sandwich.

"Oh, ouch," Amy and Trish echoed, glancing at each other.

"No, you and I, right now," he demanded.

"Fine," Alex replied roughly. They walked to a little corner of the restaurant and sat down away from everyone else. "What?"

"Were you or were you not Sierra?" Shane questioned. She stared at him, blank expression on her face. "Alright, let me ask a different question. Were you ever a stripper?"

"Shane, I'm not doing this," she shook her head starting to stand. He reached out and quickly grabbed her arm, pulling her back down.

"Well, I am doing this. WE'RE doing this. They're simple yes or no questions. Certainly you can say at least those two words," he smirked. She glared at him and crossed her arms, leaning back in the seat. "Good. Now, let's start slow. Were you ever in Las Vegas?"

"Yes," she answered.

"Good, now, did you ever work in Vegas?"

"Yes."

"Were you a stripper in Vegas?" There was silence. They stared at each other and he sighed. "Were you a stripper in Vegas?" repeated himself.

"Yes, okay?" she replied through clenched teeth.

"Did you work at Jaguars?" She took a deep breath and opted for nodding yes to his previous question. "Good, we're really getting someplace."

"Shane, before we go on, I have some questions for you," she said.

"Go for it, I got nothing to hide," he smirked proudly.

"Why would you pay 50 bucks for a lap dance at Jaguars when the regular price is 20?"

"Um, well, you said 50 and I wasn't going to pass that up," he said.

"Hmm, well, what makes you think I want to be asked questions about a past that I told you I didn't want to share with ANYONE including you?" she exclaimed angrily.

"Al, I'm just trying to figure you out."

"If my family can't do that, what the hell makes you think you can!"

"I'm persistent and optimistic."

"Shane, give it up. Yes, I was Sierra. But I'm not anymore. Leave it be okay?"

"Why couldn't you have just admitted to it when I asked you?"

"Because I'm not proud of who I was!" she admitted to him.

"Being a stripper is nothing to be ashamed of. Most make really good money. And if you charged everyone else 50 bucks like you did me, you must have made a freakin bundle!" he laughed.

"No, actually, I knew who you were. So I knew you had money. I decided to hike up the price," she replied.

"Are you shitting me?"

"Do I look like I'm shitting you?"

"I want my 30 bucks back!" he exclaimed.

"Sorry, no refunds. All sales are final," she smiled as she stood from the table.

"Alex! ALEXANDRIA!" he yelled to her. She turned to face him and blew him a kiss before giving him a coy smile and smart little wave. He tried his hardest to resist, but he couldn't, and began laughing at the blonde as she joined her fellow Divas.