Chapter 7: What the Hell? Part II

After the match, the group gathered in the Diva's locker room.

"That was awesome!" Natalya said with a giant smile on her face.

"Yes it was! Your double sharpshooter on Kelly and Eve was picture perfect, especially when you added that extra torque. Then to top it all off, Justin, that four fifty splash was amazing!" Beth gushed.

"Well, we can't forget about you Beth. After the match when you hit Tyson with the GlamSlam that was priceless." Justin said with a laugh.

"Yeah, you should have seen his face. I think I even saw a tear fall down his face afterwards."

"You have got to be kidding me! It felt really good when he ate the mat. You mess with the best, you go down with the rest!" Beth said, quoting Natalya's famous uncle.

"And that's the truth." Natalya said as she grabbed Beth and Justin for a group hug.

"I will leave you ladies alone to change. How about we all go out tonight and celebrate?"

"Randy and I already have date plans tonight. Rain check?"

"Rain check. I still owe you those drinks."

"That's right, you do."

"Alright, I'll meet you down in the lobby around midnight." Justin said as he leaned in to give Natalya a kiss before he left.

"I love it when you do that." Natalya giggled after he pulled away.

"Well in that case." He said as he leaned in for another kiss.

"Alright you two, I've gotta get in the shower so that I can meet up with Randy." Beth said jokingly.

"I'll see you soon."

"Not soon enough." Justin said with a final smile as he walked out of the locker room.

Natalya sighed as she closed the door and leaned up against it to catch her breath.

"Wow, he really has ahold of your heart doesn't he?" Beth asked.

"Yes he does."

"Well, I'm glad that you have found someone to help pick up the pieces and someone who treats you right as well as respects you."

"Oh, well thank you."

"you're welcome. That's why I'm here."

With that, they went and got ready, and headed back to their hotel. When Natalya finally made it up to her room to drop her bags off, but was stopped when there was a knock at the door. Quickly checking her watch, she sat that she was supposed to meet Justin in five minutes.

"Sonofabitch." She muttered as she crossed the room towards the door. She peeked in the peephole, but whoever it was had put their finger over it. She cautiously opened the door and swore in her head.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Damn. Where are you going dressed like that?" Tyson asked as he took a step back and took in what she was wearing. He couldn't believe how the black mini dress she had on showed how great her legs looked. Paired with a pair of five inch heels, she was slightly taller than she was. She was stunning in his eyes.

"It's none of your damn business. Now if you don't mind, I have somewhere to be."

"Can I just talk to you for a minute?"

She checked her watch again. She was supposed to be down in the lobby right now.

"You have two minutes."

She moved out of the way and let him into the room. She sat on the bed and he sat on the couch across from her, not able to take his eyes off of her.

"I just wanted to know what was up with Beth attacking me after the match."

"Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you are a douchebag." Natalya said, shrugging her shoulders for emphasis.

"Fine, I deserved that. I also wanted to let you know that I really didn't mean to hurt you. I don't know what came over me. I see now that I have truly lost someone very special. And may I add how great you look tonight."

"Thanks. Now are you done? I'm late and I need to go." She said as she started towards the door.

"Wait!" Tyson said as he sprung up from his seat on the couch and grabbed her arm.

"What do you wa-"

She never got to finish her sentence seeing as how Tyson spun her around to face him and without warning locked his lips firmly on hers. Stunned about what was happening, Natalya didn't hear the door push open.

"What the hell?"

Natalya quickly shoved Tyson away and turned to see who had said that. Her jaw dropped when she saw Justin standing in the doorway.

"I can't believe this." He said as he turned and started down the hall.

"Wait, Justin! Let me explain! Please." She said with a sense of urgency as she flipped off her heels and ran after him. She caught him by the arm and spun him around. To her surprise, he tugged his arm back.

"What do you want? Haven't you done enough?"

"Please, just let me explain."

"No, I think I saw enough. When I noticed that you were late, I was worried. That's why I came up here. I never expected to see you kissing that asshole. I guess one night doesn't change ten years of feelings."

"But Justin, it wasn't like that. Please just listen to me." Natalya pleaded.

"No. I'm done with this little fling. I'm going up to Vince tomorrow and telling him that I don't want to start this storyline with a slut." Justin spat as he turned and walked away.

Slut. Is that what he really thought of her? His words dug deep and stung, more than when Tyson had said them first. She slowly walked back to her room, wiping away her tears.

"Are you okay?"

"Does it look like I'm okay? Because of you, I've lost the one person who cared for me. Why are you suddenly at the root of all of my problems?" Natalya said to Tyson when she got back to her room.

"It must be a sign letting you know that we're supposed to be together." He said, closing the gap in between them.

Natalya stuck out her arm and caught him in the chest.

"Do not come anywhere near me right now. I want you out. I want you out of my room and I want you out of my life. Don't talk to me, don't call me, I just want you to delete my number. Is that clear?"

"But Nattie…"

"Don't 'Nattie' me. Get the hell out." she said more forceful as she dropped her hand.

Once again he tried to step closer and kiss her. Her reaction was self-defense. She clocked him square in the jaw.

"Get the fuck out!" she screamed at him.

Holding his jaw in disbelief, knowing she never used that kind of language unless she was about to knock his head off. He slowly made his way to the door. He turned to take one last look at Natalya and then walked out of her life.

"I can't believe this is happening." She thought to herself.

Her first thought was to call Justin to see if he would talk to her over the phone. It rang twice and then the voicemail kicked in.

"Hey, it's Justin. Sorry I missed you. Leave a message and I'll hit ya back when I can."

She hung up. Damn it.

What should I do now?

She dug in her suitcase until she found a pair of sweatpants and a spaghetti strap tank top and plopped down on the bed, covered herself up, and cried herself to sleep.