To the reviewers- Thanks again to ih8s8in(finish writing "addiction" girl! I can't wait!) Tammy and Rachel. Thanks also to Diamond (forever filling my ego and making my head even more swollen, thanks!) To Madame Magne, thanks for your review also, I'm glad you like Ronda! I'm not quite used to crit, but I'm glad you put constructive, and you did it without making me feel dumb. Now about my punctuation and things like that, it's kinda hard to check what you're writing when your mom keeps trying to see what you're writing. I can see her now ("he did WHAT to her in the shower? That's it, I'm selling the computer!"). I won't even try to promise that I'll capitalize everything. It would be easier if the stupid microsoft word was working so I wouldn't have to! But I might just get lazy and just look for misspelled word's due to a little thing I'm lacking called "spellcheck".

Disclaimer- I own nothing but Ronda, who OWNS The Rock's sweet candy ass! lol.

Ronda and Dany stared at each other for what seemed like forever. Not looking spiteful or jealous, each just looking the other one over. Stunned, Ronda's mind went blank and the back of her head felt warm, like it does when she's being put on the spot, and this was definitely being put on the spot. It was this time that Ronda decided to thank God that 1)DJ had gone to his own room for the night, 2)that she had gotten in the shower and put on her actual pajamas, 3)she had peed while in the shower. Dany broke the silence by clearing her throat, then spoke.

"I'm sure that you're wondering how I know your name and about you and my husband? Yeah, well, he told me, flat out. Well, after some persuasion of course. I kinda had a feeling that this was going on; a wife can detect these things. So after I decided to hire a private investigator, I confronted my husband about it. And I take it that this...fling with you must not mean much because my husband didn't waste too much time denying it. Look, I'm not trying to hurt your feelings or anything, I'm trying to give you a little heads-up, okay? Now, I'm aware that on the road he's with you, but when my husband comes home, he comes home to me and our daughter. I'm just warning you not to get your hopes up for anything more, like him falling in love with you or something. Now of course I'm upset that my husband is cheating on me with another woman," She said as if Ronda wasn't standing right in front of her, "But I just came to let you know that this affair is purely...physical." She said, looking as if she couldn't believe what she had just said. Another bout of silence. "You don't talk much do you?"

"How?" Ronda said in a low voice she didn't recognize as her own.

"How what?" Ronda closed her eyes.

"I meant to say what. What did he tell you?"

"Oh. Well, do you really wanna get into specifics?"

"Yes. I'd like to know everything that he said." So Dany told her everything. She knew about him teasing her, how one night he had come to her room and they ended up sleeping together the first time after an argument, (which made Ronda feel on fire again), everything except what happened in the shower stall, and the fact that he had bought her the nightgown. Ronda fixed her mouth to speak, then decided she wouldn't be spiteful and sighed instead. Dany pursed her lips.

"This isn't quite what I was expecting. I was half expecting to find the two of you in bed together, go berserk and beat the hell out of both of you. But I'm glad I didn't." Dany sighed, "You seem like you aren't a bad person, and you're very pretty so I'm sure that you'll be able to find someone of your own. My husband isn't here, is he?" Dany said, looking inside of Ronda's room.

"No," Ronda said, wishing that she would stop calling him 'my husband'.

"Oh. Well, that's good then. Um, well, I guess I'll go now. Goodnight." She said, then spun on her heel and walked away. Ronda stood in the doorway in shock. He had told? How could he have betrayed her like that? She wondered, burning with anger and confusion. The rest seemed like a blur. She put her shoes on, grabbed her room key card, and walked down to Stephanie's room. Did she even know what room Steph was staying in? She stopped at a door, turned the handle on the door and burst in. Yeah, this was Stephanie's room, and no, she wasn't alone. But thank God she had some clothes on. When Ronda came in, she and Chris woke up with a start. Stephanie sat up, shielding her eyes from the light in the hotel hallway as the door closed.

"Ronda, not to be rude or anything, but how'd you get in here?" Chris started, "The door was locked and even if it wasn't you need a key card to- "

"He TOLD!" Ronda shouted. Her brown skin was red and she was shaking with rage.

"He WHAT?" Steph said, getting up and going over to her.

"'He' who?" Chris asked, confused.

"What happened?" Steph asked.

"I got a visit tonight, by Mrs. Dwayne Johnson herself!"

"Why would Rock's wife visit you?" Chris said.

"When was she there?" Steph asked.

"Like five minutes ago. Five fucking minutes ago! That little fucker fucking told his fucking wife that we're having sex! Oh yeah, Chris, did you know that I'm sleeping with The Rock? No? Well, now you do. So he brings me to my room, and there's this fucking box sitting in the middle of the bed and he got me a Victoria's Secret nightgown. A fucking SEE-THROUGH nightgown! So we have sex and he leaves and then she shows up on my fucking doorstep! I'm looking at her like, 'Okay, what the fuck do you want?' And she's all like 'I just wanted to see the woman that MY HUSBAND is having an affair with.' So she fucking tells me how she hired a fucking private investigator to follow him or something, so she goes and tells him first and he fucking spilled his whole fucking life story! I bet she didn't even have to fucking try that hard! So she's all 'I don't want you to get your hopes up or anything 'cause he'll NEVER fucking love you, and he might be fucking you on the road but he comes home to ME. This fling' or 'phase' or whatever the fuck she called it must not mean much to him, cuz he didn't even try to fucking deny it. Then she proceeds to tell me how fucking pretty I am, so it shouldn't be that hard for me to find somebody of my own. And I'm on some Booker T 'Tell me she just didn't say that' shit, and she's sounding all disappointed 'cause she didn't catch us fucking or something. Then she's all 'well, have a good night.' Then she fucking turns and walks away!"

"Honey, I'm so sorry," Stephanie said, hugging her. Chris brought her some tissue to wipe away the tears that were streaming down her face.

"No." Ronda said defiantly after a few minutes, letting Steph go, "I'm fine. It's not like I need a fucking man to complete me or something, fuck The Rock. I'm not weak. I'm a fucking wrestler! I get my ass kicked 200 days a year, I am not about to sit up here and cry over some man who I hated and should've never gotten involved with in the first place!" She wiped her tears away furiously with the now useless piece of tissue, and Chris brought her some water. "Thanks. Listen, you. This is my sister right here," She said, pointing at Stephanie. "And if you EVER hurt her, I will beat the shit out of you."

"I won't." He said, wrapping his arms around Stephanie's waist.

"Okay," Ronda said. She looked over at the clock, 3:57. She sighed, finishing the water and throwing away the tissue. "I guess I'll go back to my room now."

"I'll go with you," Stephanie offered. "You don't mind, do you Chris?"

"No."

"Now look, I just came in here because I needed my girl, and I'm through. Besides, I'm so tired from crying that I'll probably fall out the minute I hit the pillow."

"Do you need tomorrow off? I'll talk to my dad," Steph suggested.

"No, I'll be there. I'm going and I'm gonna confront his ass. Just tell Vince that I'll be late, okay?"

"You're sure?"

"Like the deodorant." They laughed at the bad joke, and it felt good. "Alright, I've kept y'all up long enough. See you tomorrow. Bye Chris, remember what I said."

"I will," He replied.

"Ronda, at least let me walk you down to your room," Steph said. Ronda rolled her red, slightly puffy eyes.

"NO."

"Um, Ronda? Before you leave, how DID you open the door?" She looked down at her hand at the long dark line forming a line along her palm.

"I don't know, I have a feeling that my hand's gonna hurt like hell in the morning." He laughed, and she left. When she was about halfway to her room, she ran into Edge, who saw her eyes and was immediately concerned.

"Ronda, what's-"

"Don't start, Adam. I've just been crying my eyes out with Stephanie."

"Well what's wrong? You guys didn't have a fight did you?"

"No."

"Then what?"

"Adam, I REALLY don't wanna-"

"Ronda, I'll tell you right now, you're my friend. And when my friends are hurt I don't just pat them on the back and say 'feel better'. I help them and I DON'T LEAVE until they're feeling better."

"...Aw, hell..." she said tiredly. "Well, if that's the case, you might as well come down to my room, even though I don't know what state my room is in, I don't know if I trashed it or anything."

"Why would you trash your room?" Ronda sighed. This was gonna be a long night.

After Edge had walked Ronda to her room, they talked and she told him about her and Dwayne.

"Oh, I figured that was going on." He said to Ronda's surprise.

"What? HOW?"

"Well, I kinda heard about what happened after our characters kissed, then the Christmas party, and, well to be honest, the way he looks at you."

"Oh." She said distantly. He stayed with her until she fell asleep, because he said he wouldn't leave until she did. She tried to fake sleep, but that didn't work because she actually fell asleep. When she woke up that next morning she looked over at the clock, 1:37. She groaned, rubbed her eyes and rolled over, and was looking right into Edge's face. It startled her and she was about to scream until she saw how peaceful he looked there sleeping. He had stayed the whole night, in bed with her, and hadn't even taken off his shoes. She just stared at him for a little bit, then he shifted and some of his blond, wavy hair fell in his face. not wanting to wake him, she lightly moved the hair behind his ear and she watched as he woke up shortly after she had moved her hand away.

"Hey," He said in a gruff voice, half smiling.

"Hey. Sorry I woke you."

"It's okay. Wait," He sat up, "What time is it?"

"1:43."

"WHAT? Shit!" He said, pushing some of the blanket off of him. "Come on, we gotta go, Vince is gonna hand our asses to us, you know he hates when we're late."

"Adam, it's okay."

"What do you mean it's okay?"

"Stephanie knows that I'm gonna be late, and I'll tell Vince that you were with me."

"Oh," He said, relaxing. "I guess it pays to be best friends with the boss' daughter."

"I guess." Adam paused for a bit.

"So, how are you? You sleep okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. I guess all I needed was some rest. How come you're still here?"

"Oh, well, I told you that I wasn't leaving until you fell asleep, then I got kinda sleepy waiting, by the time you started snoring-"

"What?"

"I was too sleepy to move. So I just stayed on my little edge, no pun intended, of the bed that you left."

"Oh. I don't snore."

"Oh...sure you don't." She hit him with a pillow and he laughed.

"Well, I guess I'll get up now and hop in the shower so we can go."

"Okay. I'll be down in my room, I'll come get you when I'm done."

"Okay. And Adam?"

"Yeah?"

"...Thanks. You didn't have to do what you did last night, but I'm glad you did." He smiled.

"No problem. Anytime." Then he left. At the arena, and after clearing Edge with Vince, they walked through the halls talking.

"So, what are you gonna do when you see Rock?"

"I don't know. Before or after I beat him with a steel chair?" He chuckled.

"Um, before." She paused for a while.

"...I don't know."

"You know that we're all a family here, and you and Molly are like everyone's little sisters. If you need Taker or Kane or Show to talk some sense into Rock, you know you can just walk into the men's locker room, tell us to cover our giblets, and we'll listen." Ronda laughed.

"Okay." She paused. "And it's niblets, actually."

"Oh...shut up!" He said, putting her in a half headlock.

"I wonder if he knows? You know, that Dany came and saw me." Edge shrugged.

"Maybe, maybe not."

"But what if he hasn't, and I find him and just go off on him?" Edge looked at her as if she was insane.

"He deserves to be went off on! Now I'm not saying what you and he did was right but he could've at least..." He trailed off. What am I talking about? He thought. He cheated on his wife, she did deserve to know that her husband, a man that she loves and trusts and has a child with is having an affair! But then Ronda...well, I know that I'd never cheat on Barbara once we get married. But still, my friend was hurt by this too... God, I don't know what to think.

"Adam? You got all quiet, you okay?" Ronda said gently, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Yeah. I'm just thinking."

"What about?" But Edge didn't even get to say anything because they ran into Dwayne. His eyes lit up at the sight of Ronda, but went dark as he looked at Edge.

"Adam." He said, as if he wished he weren't there.

"Dwayne." Edge said with a twang and it made Ronda laugh.

"Ronda, can I borrow you away from...Edge here?"

"Whatever." Ronda responded. Dwayne gave her a puzzled look and they went into an empty locker room. He was grinning like a cheshire cat the second the door closed.

"Baby, how are-"

"Don't you fucking 'baby' me!"

"Ronda, what-"

"Oh, will you just shut the fuck up ONE TIME and let me finish a damn sentence? I never realized how much that annoys me, how much YOU annoy me! Not until I got a little visit last night around 3 in the morning, not too long after you left." He fixed his mouth to speak, but Ronda shot him a look that made him close his mouth.

"Wanna know who came and saw me, DJ? Huh? Well, I'm sure you know her, considering she's your wife! Yeah, Dany came and paid me a little visit. You wanna know what she told me? Well I don't have to considering how you already know that you told her that you're sleeping with me. No, make that you were sleeping with me. How could you do that to me, DJ? Do you know how stupid and embarassed I felt while your wife was telling me how it took a little threat to make you spill everything about us? How stupid I felt when she told me that you might be fucking me here, but you go home to her? And it's true! And how I can't even look at myself in the mirror because I feel like such a slut now?" She asked tearfully. "I should've followed my instincts the first time! I should've kicked you in the nuts like I wanted to when you wouldn't let me come out of the shower room that day! I guess I'm lucky though, I'm just so damn lucky that I didn't fall in love with you, or I probably would've fallen apart by now or something. And I'm lucky that I have friends here that love me, like Steph and Chris and Edge. What would I have done without him last night?" Dwayne looked downright enraged when she said that. And she was glad. She wanted to push his buttons, to make him feel at least a little bit of the pain and humiliation that she was feeling. His lips curled into a sneer.

"Oh, Edge, huh?"

"Yeah, Edge. He was there for me in ways you could never be. I'm just so glad that we slept together," She said. It wasn't really a lie, they did sleep together.

"Well, you moved on quickly, didn't you? I'm gone for a few hours and Dany comes down, and you go and fuck the first guy you see?"

"I didn't fuck him."

"Oh, I'm sorry. What do you call it, making love? Aw, isn't that just a crock of bullshit! I knew I should've never gotten involved with you the minute you flew off the handle when I just told you that I wanted you. But I got you though, didn't I? I guess it shows a lot about you Ronda, you like men that you can't really have," He looked down at her, his eyes full of disgust. "You are nothing but a little slu-" He didn't finish because Ronda had slapped him across the face as hard as she possibly could.

"DON'T YOU DARE TRY TO CALL ME THAT!" She was so mad, she was shaking. Her hand had gone numb. There was a very visible hand mark on his right cheek, and the corner of his mouth was bleeding. He looked at her, eyes bugged out, as if she had lost her mind. A few seconds later after some very heated staring at each other, he left. She was silent for a minute, then looked up and was staring at her reflection. She had tears streaming down her face, her eyes, full of rage were red and starting to get swollen. She picked up something, she didn't know or care what it was, and looked up at the mirror again.

"You are so fucking STUPID!" She said, throwing the object and watching the mirror shatter. There was a small bathroom in the room and she ran into it, crying until it hurt to breathe and until she felt like she might pass out, and she heard a door open.