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15th September 2011 Raw House Show: Hershey, Pennsylvania

"You have a match tonight?" Sasha asked Zack as she laced up her black knee length wrestling boots in Zack and Alex's shared locker-room. The creative team decided that her signature colors of pink, silver and white didn't suit her heel character so tonight her wardrobe had been changed to 'evil' shades of purple and black.

"Nah, me and A-Ry just gotta go out to the ring and cut a promo about out title win. Then Barrett and Regal come out saying they want their re-match on Monday and it all finishes with a brawl," Zack replied, casually checking out Sasha's ass as she bent over, fixing up one of her boots.

"Ooh, I love a man who can brawl," purred Sasha cheekily over her shoulder. She pulled off her plain white tee revealing her half done up ring-attire top.

"And I love a girl who can pull off a tattoo," Zack said, placing his large hand over the blue and green butterfly on the small of Sasha's back once she stood up, "how come I've never seen that before?"

"I guess you didn't look hard enough," Sasha teased, "do you mind helping me up with this?" she asked him sweetly, pulling her long chestnut hair up out of the way so Zack could do up the clip on her purple bikini style top.

Zack's hand lingered on Sasha's back longer than it should have, as he admired the way her smooth, caramel skin felt under his rough palm and the way the same caramel colour highlighted her glossy brown locks. The slamming of the locker-room door broke into Zack's thoughts, "Uh, am I interrupting something?" Alex questioned playfully, glancing at Zack's hand on Sasha's bare back, "because I can come back later if you want..."

"No, it's fine, I have to go anyway," Sasha said, blushing, trying not to give Riley any ideas. She hastily made her way out, "I'll see you two after the show."

Zack watched reluctantly as the Italian beauty exited his locker room. As much as he hated seeing Sasha go, he loved the way her hips swayed seductively from side to side, enchanted by the spell her very motions had put on him. "So I was interrupting something?" Riley guessed as he saw the expression on Zack's face, "Bro, you are whipped," Alex teased.

"Yo, I am not whipped!" Zack protested, "I'm just uh...mesmerized by her sexiness."

"Mesmerized?" Alex laughed, amused by the Long Island Loudmouth's suddenly extensive vocabulary, "I don't blame you at all, Ryder; she's smoking hot. After all, you're not the only one who's got an eye on her…"

"Who?" Zack demanded, wanting to mark out his competition.

"Mike," Alex said, referring to his NXT season 2 pro and former mentor. Suddenly, Zack began howling in laughter.

"Mike? Are you serious?" Zack coughed in between his laughter, "dude, no chance in hell ain't he going to get a babe like Sasha."

"Well he did manage to snag Maryse..." Riley remembered how the former golden couple of the WWE locker-room were inseparable, until the shattering news came that Maryse wasn't in love with Mike anymore, "and she's a total babe."

"Yeah but then she dropped him on his sorry ass and hooked up with Mr. Undashing for one night," Zack justified, referring to young Cody Rhodes, "besides, I'm sure if she was given the choice between me and Frog Face, I would win hands down," he added proudly, smoothing out his black tee featuring his likeness on the front.

"Yeah I'm sure bro," Riley laughed, "So who's Sasha wrestling tonight?" he asked.

"The blonde Barbie," Zack replied. Alex knew exactly whom he was talking about.

Sasha waited calmly at the Gorilla position for her music to be played signaling her entrance. She smiled as she remembered the feeling of Zack's hand on her skin, silently wishing that she was still in the locker-room with him. There was just something different about Zack that made him stand out from all the past guys she had ever talked to.

For those who don't know me, I can get a bit crazy

The electric pop beats and Miley Cyrus's voice was Sasha cue, she strutted into the view of the roaring crowd in Hershey, Pennsylvania. While the little kids donning Cena gear booed loudly at her, a few males sent out whistles and catcalls directed at the Italian-American beauty. A cocky smile graced her face and she sent a wink out to the crowd once she reached the ring apron.

"This match is scheduled for one fall," Justin Roberts announced into the microphone, "First, from Jacksonville Florida, Kelly Kelly!"

Kelly posed once again on the turnbuckle, the crowd cheering for their favourite Diva with the All-American good looks. Sasha rolled her eyes sarcastically; she absolutely couldn't stand Kelly, both in character and in real life. "And her opponent, from Manalapan, New Jersey, Sasha!"

The crowd's cheers changed to boos as Sasha stood in the middle of the ring, ignoring them and checking over her manicure. The bell rang and both girls locked up in a grapple, Sasha pushing Kelly towards one of the corners. The referee started his 5 count but Kelly escaped from the hold with a sharp kick to Sasha's midsection and followed it up with an Irish Whip, sending Sasha into the opposite turnbuckle. Kelly waited until Sasha had recovered from the impact of the turnbuckle before proceeding to deliver her signature running Lou Thesz Press accompanied by hair pulling and screaming.

Sasha was able to push Kelly Kelly off and pulled her up to deliver a Short Arm Clothesline, followed quickly by a dropkick once Kelly was on her feet again. Sasha covered Kelly for the pin but her blonde opponent kicked out at the two-count. Sasha decided to go for a Standing Moonsault on Kelly, who was still lying on the canvas from the impact of the dropkick. However, Kelly managed to bring up her knees in time and take advantage of the situation, rolling up Sasha for a near-fall. When both Divas were on their feet, Kelly attempted to elbow Sasha in the face, but Sasha managed to counter and strike Kelly in the face instead. She jogged backwards, rebounded off the ropes and executed a running bicycle kick. At that instant, Sasha was fired up.

She decided to give Kelly a taste of her own medicine, who crashed into the turnbuckles, this time on the receiving end of an Irish Whip. Sasha followed it up with a Step-Up High Knee, channeling her inner CM Punk. She flipped her hair before delivering a powerful Sit-Out Facebuster and applying a double leg cradle pin for the successful three count.

"And that," Sasha addressed the audience after rolling out of the ring and grabbing a microphone from the announcer, "is what I call the Beautiful Nightmare. Beautiful because, I mean hello, look at me, and Nightmare... well just ask Kelly about that." Sasha ignored the crowd's boos as she strutted back up the ramp and returned backstage.

"Sasha!" Mike called out as he spotted the Diva making her way towards the locker rooms, his voice echoing down the corridor of the Giant Center.

Sasha groaned inwardly, wondering what Mike could possibly want at that moment. She stopped and waited for the self-proclaimed 'Awesome One' to catch up to her. "I got something for you," he said, a cheesy grin spread across his face. Since their first meeting in Atlanta, Mike always seemed to have prepared a gift for her whenever they crossed paths. A flower or a random souvenir was the usual surprise. This time he presented her with a small chocolate wrapped in colorful tin foil, "seeing as we're in Hershey, the occasion seemed fit to give you a Kiss," he stated. Sasha rolled her eyes at Mike's corny pun, "and because I'm pretty sure I can't give you a kiss on the lips yet, I think the chocolate version of it will do, babe."

"Ummm, thanks..." Sasha said nervously, "well, I've uh, got to go meet Zack and Alex. I'll…um…see you later."

Mike let out a sigh of frustration; once again Zack Ryder was standing in his way. He didn't see what was so good about him and why Sasha preferred Zack who only became famous due to his YouTube show, to himself, someone who had held the most coveted title in the WWE. Mike knew the only way to make Sasha his instead of Ryder's was to make her fall for him so hard that she wouldn't even give the Long Island Loudmouth a second thought. Though it was difficult, Mike thrived on a good challenge, and this was one challenge he wasn't going to let himself surrender to.