Chapter Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story, with the exception of Krys and her son. The rest are all their own property, some being the property of Vince McMahon, due to their contract.

The Next Week on RAW…

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm standing here with the woman who, last week, interfered in WWE Champion John Cena's match against Kevin Federline." Todd Grisham turned to face the woman, who had a pleasant smile on her face. "Now, Miss--"

"Krys, please," Krys cut in.

"Krys," Todd started again, "after what happened last week, the question on everyone's minds has got to be, number one, 'Who are you?' and 'What are you doing here in the WWE?' Can I get an answer to that, please?"

"You surely can." Todd held the microphone to her lips, and Krys began to speak. "You see, I have a history with John Cena. A very brief history, but history nonetheless. I started out as many others have, a fan of his, and my dreams came true the night I first met him. We got to talking, hit it off, and became an item. We dated for a bit, and I had dreams of becoming his wife.

"But you see, Cena had no intention of settling down to marry. He only saw women as notches on his bedpost, and he saw me as his latest conquest. Then, one night, I came home to surprise him, to let him know that I had gotten the call from the WWE to be one of their newest Divas, when I saw him, in bed with my best friend. When I confronted him about it, he laughed and told me that I was nothing more to him than a cheap slut, and he cast me aside.

"But now, I'm grateful for what he did to me. It allowed me to see him for the sick freak that he is, and I will never, EVER, forgive him--or her--for what they did to me."

Todd Grisham looked nervously to Krys, who had an angry look in her eyes. "With all due respect, Krys, we haven't seen that side of the champion John Cena at all."

She laughed. "Of course you haven't. Because you see, Todd, John Cena is a man who has two different sides to him. On the one side, you have a man who is a complete and utter jerk, a man who uses women to appease his sick hunger, then casts them aside once he's gotten what he wanted. Then you have the man you see on TV; the man who's a role model to all his 'Chain Gang Soldiers'," she said scathingly. "He's a liar and a fraud, and I'm going to make him pay for it, by taking what he desires most of all: The WWE Championship."

"No disrespect intended, Krys, but a woman cannot hold the WWE Championship belt."

"Do you think I've not realized that, you moron?" she snapped at him, making the backstage reporter flinch at her tone. "Of course I know the WWE Championship is a man's title. That won't keep me down. I want to see him embarrassed, so I'll use another man to do my bidding for me. The only question is a matter of who exactly will be the right man to assist me in humiliating him. And believe me, when the time comes, I will be relentless in my pursuit to see him completely decimated and humiliated." With that, she turned on her heel and stalked away, leaving Todd Grisham looking confused as all hell as RAW went to a commercial break.

After the commercial break, Krys headed to the Divas' locker room, where she was greeted by Cena. An utterly evil look crossed her face as the cameras followed her to where Cena stood.

"Hello, Krys," he said, his arms folded, and a smirk crossing his face. "How are you this lovely Monday night?"

"Don't play nice with me, Cena," she spat. "What do you want?"

"Well, for one, to know what the hell I ever did to you to deserve that shot to the jewels last week."

Krys smirked, her shoulders coming up in a shrug. "Oh, nothing much; just giving you back a small dose of the pain you delivered to me the day you tossed me aside for some other random slut. And just think, Dear John; I've not even begun to make you feel my wrath."

Cena started to make a smart comeback, but Krys raised a hand. "Oh, spare me the typical smartass comeback you usually do, Cena. I've heard it all before. I just wanna let you know, there have been a few calls I've received by men who are literally foaming at the mouth to help me humiliate you. I hear you're having problems with Umaga; how's that holding up?"

"Don't try it, Krys," he warned, his blue eyes turning frigid. "I don't think you wanna get on my bad side. I've had no problems knocking a ho on her ass before, and I won't hesitate to knock you on yours."

"Oh yeah, we'll see about that, Cena."

"Since you said you've heard all my catchphrases before, here's another one for you and whoever it is you finally acquire to take me down: you want some? Come get some." Cena walked off, and Krys smirked to herself as the cameras once again faded to black. As the camera turned off and the cameraman walked away, Krys entered the locker room, closing it silently behind her. Leaning against it, she laughed quietly to herself. It's just a matter of time, Cena, she told herself. I definitely want some, and I'll get some--no, not some, all of you. I will have my revenge.

Heading over to her gear bag, she pulled out her cell phone, and called Martinique. "Hey, Mar? Yeah, it's Krys. I'm sorry I've been so mad at you over that whole crap with John. I definitely don't blame you; it wasn't your fault at all. I was completely out of line, and I just wanted to know if I could meet up with you sometime soon, just to talk things over? …Great, thanks a lot. I really appreciate it, M. Thanks, sweetie, I'll see you in a few days." Smiling, she ended the call, and got her gear together.