Chapter Twenty-One Disclaimer: I do not own any WWE Superstars, Divas, or anyone under employment to the WWE or any other promotion under the WWE branch. I only own Krys and her child. Alexandra Calloway owns Hellfyre; Kat Jacobs owns Necromancer, and Ember Evans owns Kira Summers-Orton. I make no claims to owning anyone who is a real person. Thank you for not suing.

June 2006

Six months into her pregnancy, Krys finally got fed up with the way she felt Matt had been treating her, and finally dumped him. In a way, Matt had been relieved, but also depressed. He couldn't help the way he treated her, but he didn't want her to leave; he loved her to death.

Since she took the cab to the airport, she hadn't answered any of his calls, and Jeff hadn't heard anything from Kat or Alex. Since finding out that Kat had slept with Adam the two hadn't exactly been on the best of terms, but they'd talked their problems out and decided to put it in the past where it belonged. Kat was almost as far along as Krys, and Kat absolutely refused to tell Matt anything since finding out that Krys left him for good and got fired for going off on him, Johnny Ace, and the company.

Sighing, Matt tried to put the woman who was carrying his unborn son out of his mind, and tried to get some sleep. It was 3 AM, and he hadn't been able to sleep a wink at all. He was sure that he'd pass out from exhaustion, but for some reason, whenever he thought of Krys and his baby, he couldn't sleep. He tried to tell himself that he was pissed off about her telling him off in front of the entire hotel and company, and then blew off a show. Johnny Ace, pissed that she'd told him off for firing Dawn Marie when she was pregnant, informed Vince of his decision, and convinced the chairman to release her from her contract.

Matt rolled over on his bed and sighed. I wonder if that was exactly what she wanted, he thought to himself, crossing his arms behind his head.

She finally spoke her mind, and got fired for it. Pretty ironic, huh, Matt? a nagging voice in the back of his mind seemed to ask. You make a private situation between yourself, Amy and Adam public knowledge, and get fired for it. Barely a year later, Krys does the same thing, and gets fired for it. I wonder how she's taking it…

WWE vs. ECW - Head to Head: Backstage…

It was getting closer and closer to ECW One Night Stand, and Randy had finally returned to the WWE, surprising Kurt Angle with an RKO. Kira had been nervous watching him return to the company after the two month suspension Vince gave him on RAW, having really nothing to say to him each time she'd come back to St. Louis for a few days.

Finally, it was Wednesday night, only four days before ECW One Night Stand, and both the RAW and SmackDown rosters were there for the show. WWE guys and ECW guys were going to be there, and Kira was not looking forward to seeing Randy. She was afraid of how he'd react to her avoiding him for the two months he'd been away.

Finally, it came time for Randy's promo against Kurt Angle. The two exchanged their angry words, promising one another what they'd do to each other at One Night Stand, then the show went to commercial while Randy went to the back.

Kira, who'd been next to Stephanie at the Gorilla Spot the whole of their promo, froze the moment Randy walked through the curtain. He looked up, and their eyes met. "Don't let him intimidate you," Stephanie hissed, nudging her forward. "Give him hell if he starts."

"Kira," Randy breathed once he could find his voice again. Just hearing him say her name made her want to run to him and cry. But Kira stood her ground, taking on the stance Stephanie coached her on doing once you married a main-eventer, especially one with an ego such as Randy's.

"Hello, Randy," she said, trying not to make it sound so cool.

He flinched at her tone. "I guess I deserve that," he said, almost sheepishly.

"And a lot more," she said sternly. Stephanie, from her seat, mentally cheered her little sister on. "It's… good to see you back, Randy."

His face visibly relaxed. "It's good to be back." For a moment, neither spoke, then he looked at her and said, "Can we go someplace to talk?"

She sent a slightly panicked look to Stephanie, who nodded, telling her to go ahead. "Alright, but we can't forget the Battle Royal you're going to be in a little while," she said softly, looking up at him. He nodded, and the two walked off.

"Wow," Stephanie commented to Paul, who'd just walked up and saw the scene. "Those two really are uncomfortable around each other, huh?"

"They couldn't warm each other up if they were cremated together," Paul said, raising a bottle of water to his lips and taking a light swig. "Speaking of two, how is everything, Steph?"

She immediately stiffened up. She hadn't forgiven Paul for cheating on her with that blonde whore Torrie Wilson, but for the sake of business she'd deal with him. "Everything's fine, Paul," she said coolly, taking a sip of lukewarm coffee. "Have you seen my dad around anywhere?"

Paul looked around, then pointed off to a hallway. "He's down there talking to Teddy Long." He then got an embarrassed look to his face. "Steph, can we talk? Please?"

"There's nothing to say, Paul," Stephanie said coldly, turning back to the small TV she'd been watching the show on. "You did what you did, and now you're paying the price."

"Torrie was--" Paul cut himself off, looking around at the crew and some wrestlers who were lurking around before the inter-promotional battle royal that was going to take place later that night. "Steph, please," he begged, kneeling down next to her, and looking her dead in the eyes.

Looking into Paul's brown eyes nearly undid Stephanie. She nodded softly, her eyes filling with tears. "Sure," she said quietly, accepting his hand when he offered it to help her out of her chair.

Randy and Kira

"So, what'd you want to talk about, Randy?" Kira asked, running her hands through her brown hair nervously.

"Kira, I miss you," Randy said sadly. He placed his hands on her shoulders and looked her dead in the eyes. "I know I have a bad temper and attitude towards women, but that was only because of Samantha. I swear, none of this was your fault, none in the least." He removed his hands from her shoulders, and said, "Kira, we're newlyweds, and I should've been giving you all the attention in the world. Instead, I concentrated more on the World Heavyweight Championship match at WrestleMania. And I realize now… that I was wrong."

"You're just now realizing that, Randy?" Kira said in an annoyed tone. "I warned you about your temper long before we even thought about getting married. I told you, right after I left Mark for you, that I wouldn't tolerate any of your behavior, and I didn't and won't. I love you to death, Randy, don't you realize that? And by hurting me constantly, you're pushing me away. We've only just gotten married in April, but now, barely two months into our marriage, I'm starting to regret ever saying 'I Do'. And it's all because of you."

She went to turn her back on him, but thought a moment and turned back and said, "Randy, I sure hope you smarten yourself up by the time your child gets here." Without a backwards glance, she turned on her heel and went back down the hall to her seat to watch the rest of the show.

Stephanie and Paul

"Paul, I told you before, you fuck with me and I'll ruin your career," Stephanie snarled. "Why do you think you haven't won a championship belt since you lost to Dave last year? You brought this upon yourself."

"Steph, this personal problem between the two of us is no reason to bring it into the company," Paul said. "You've had me in the doghouse since February; don't you think it's time to forgive and forget?"

"No, Paul, I DON'T think it's time to forgive and forget. I can't forget the sight of you on top of that slut, her screaming your name… in OUR bed…" Her eyes filled with tears, and Stephanie turned her head away in anger, determined not to show her weakness to him. She turned back to face him, the tears now trickling their way down her beautiful face, showing Paul how bad he'd deeply scarred her. "Now, every time I see you, Paul, I think of HER. I can't get that image out of my head, no matter how hard I try, and I'm suffering because of it. And because I'm suffering personally, you're suffering professionally."

Paul ran a hand through his blonde hair, a frustrated look on his face. "Stephanie, look, I know what I did was a mistake, and I can't change what happened that night. But I promise, if you forgive me and put it all behind you, I won't ever cheat on you again. I swear."

She had a mildly skeptical look on her face as she looked at him. "Alright, say I did take you back, just for wishful thinking. How exactly would you make it up to me? How would you make it so I wouldn't catch you in bed with another woman ever again, for as long as we're married?"

"Well first, I'd take you in my arms…" He opened his arms to her, and reluctantly, she went into them. "Then, I'll kiss you…" He kissed her cheek, then her lips. After a few moments, Stephanie came around, wrapping her arms around him and returning the kiss. "Next," he said, somehow managing to disentangle his lips from hers, "I'll erase that image from your mind forever."

"How so?" she asked teasingly, raising a questioning eyebrow.

He smirked at her. "Do you really want me to tell you, rather than show you?"

With a smile that could light up the night sky, she said, "Shut up and kiss me already, Levesque."

With a laugh, Paul obliged, and the two weren't seen for almost an hour after the show.

The Next Morning…

Alexandra woke up the next morning in Jason's arms, and smiled contentedly. The two had spent the whole night talking, which was a shock compared to their previous relationship, where he'd only come to see her when he wanted sex on the road. Having been fed up with being his mistress while he was married to Denise, she broke it off, and sold the apartment he'd bought for her.

As she watched him sleep, she remembered the conversation they had the night before in her living room.

Flashback - The Night Before

"Jason?" Alex asked as she stared in disbelief at the man before her. "W-what are you doing here?"

"I would've thought it was obvious, Lex," he said, looking down at her. "I came to see you."

She stiffened up. "Jason, I told you, I'm not gonna be your slut on the road anymore," she said stiffly. "And if you're only here to get in my pants--"

He produced from behind his back a bouquet of red roses, and Alex gasped. "Jason… you got flowers…"

"They're all for you," he said, handing them out to her. Shakily, she accepted them. "Lexi, can I talk to you?"

Nodding her head, she stood aside and let him in. "I didn't know you bought a new place," he commented, looking around. "It looks great."

"Well, you never did stay long enough to see what my house actually looked like," she said bitterly. "You only came to the apartment for one thing, and after that, you were usually gone. Occasionally, you'd surprise me and stay until the morning, but not long after I'm up you're gone. So forgive me if I'm a little wary."

"Lex, I came here to tell you that I was sorry," he said. She stared at him, shocked at what he had just said. "Yeah, you heard me right, I'm sorry. I spent all that time sleeping around behind Denise's back that I never took the time to even consider your feelings. I never knew that you actually had feelings for me; I just automatically assumed it was all about the sex for both of us. But it was actually when you broke up with me, and sold the place I bought you, that I realized that you really meant something to me."

Alex stood silently for a few moments, silently taking every word he had just said in. Her mind was working a mile a minute, trying to grasp what he said. "So, why are you here now, Jason?" she asked, licking her lips. "Why aren't you with your wife right now, keeping her in the lap of luxury?"

"Because I filed for divorce. I don't want to be with Denise anymore, when it's clear that I still have feelings for you." He went to touch her face, but she moved away.

"How long did it take you to realize that, Jay? A few months after I left? A few months after you left the WWE? The night you won the NWA Championship, and saw that Denise was by your side?"

"Lex, it was the night I beat Jarrett for the title. I saw Denise in the stands, but secretly I was hoping it had been you. Your face ran through my mind that whole night, and it wasn't until she hugged me that I realized I didn't want her in my arms. I wanted you."

"So, what now, Jay? Do you expect me to leap into your arms, and have you carry me off to bed, where we make love all night long? Sorry, Jay, things don't work that way. I love you, but the way things are, I don't wanna love you. It took me a long time to build up these walls to keep myself from getting hurt, and you just knocked them all down again in one fell swoop. I'll only feel like your mistress once again, and it'll end up with me leaving you again, and you'll go crawling back to Denise."

"I don't want you to leave me, and I don't want to go back to Denise. Ever. Can't we just sit here and talk for a while? I don't want to push you into anything you don't want to do."

She stared at him suspiciously for a moment, before sitting down. "I suppose there's nothing wrong with talking for a bit," she said, sitting down across from him. "Did you want anything to drink?"

End Flashback

When Alex opened her eyes again, Jason was staring down at her with a small smile on his face. "Good morning," he said quietly, pulling her close. "How are you doing?"

"I'm fine," she said quietly, blushing when she saw him smile. "I'm actually a little surprised we're fully clothed in a bed," she admitted sheepishly.

"Don't worry about it," he said. "It's a little surprising to me, too. So… do you want breakfast? I'm a pretty good cook."

A smile lit up her face. "I'd like that."