Author's Notes: I wont say I'm not disappointed with the reviews ( Or lack of reviews, I should say) I got since my last update. But all I AM going to say is that I will not stop writing this story because of people's inconsideration in not reviewing. I excluded those people who ARE considerate enough to at least leave a word or two in edgewise. Thank you.

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His tongue played along with hers, battling to find dominance in their sweet little game. Things were going so well, she thought, until he licked her face.....Christina made a face, pulling back when he again licked her face right from jaw bone to temple. ' What in the world?' She opened her eyes and almost shrieked.

" Ewww! Madison! What are you doing??!??" The stupid dog has been licking her face for God only knows how long." Get off, NOW!" She tried to growl as low as she could without making too much noise as Christina pushed Madison off of her and sat up in the bed.

She looked around her hotel room in the dark. There was no sign of him anywhere, the door was still locked from where she could see and she had no evidence to prove that Brock Lesnar was even there, much less prove what had 'happened' between them. Clutching her cross necklace hanging under her shirt, she realized what had happened.

It was a simple dream. That's all it was. A simple dream, albeit it be hormone-intense. She sighed in relief, and even covered up to her neck with bed covers, Christina shivered.She quickly thanked God that He wouldn't let her do anything THAT extreme in real life and glaced quickly at the clock on her night stand. ' Four AM.......' She thought idly for a moment, drumming her fingers on her knees. She shrugged then.'Might as well get up, I need to get to the airport in an hour.'
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" What!!!????!"

Dwayne winced at the high-pitched screech, and planted both hands on her shoulders to calm her down. " Relax! It's not like your never going to see me again!"

Christina looked at Dwayne to her left and back down to the thick notebook on her lap. A script. She looked at him uncertainly. " A movie?"

" Its called The Scorpion King." He pointed to the big, bold lettering on the front as if Christina couldn't read. " Its really great, read it and tell me what you think."

She moved to make herself comfortable in the absurdly stiff airplane seat. She had arrived on time to meet Dwayne and the others in the airport lobby, determined to avoid even glancing Brock's way and hoping that the long flight would go relatively smooth until they at least touch down in Miami. When she heard that Dwayne had something to show her, she was never expecting a movie contract. " I dont know Dwyane. I mean, what about the fans? They'll feel as if your deserting them for Hollywood."

" Nah, The Rock will NEVER desert them, and they know that." Dwayne sounded genuinely certain as he sat back and continued. " I just thought that this would be a great idea you know, to expand my horizons and stuff like that."

Dwayne turned to her then, seemingly not noticing the frown on her face." What do you think? I'm really excited about it."

It broke her heart to think that she might put a damper on his excitement, especially when he couldnt fight the grin that broke out on his face and so she lied-just a little. " I'm really happy for you Dwayne. I think that this would be a great opportunity for you and I wish you all the luck." Of course she didnt like him going to Hollywood, but she want going to hold him back. Who knows? Maybe he'd get a bigger fanbase if he'd go to Hollywood.

After the initial take off and the occasional turbulence, the plane settled on a smooth ride as it was in the air. The stewardess stood in front of the plane and spoke into a microphone so the back could hear, warning that the plane could be going through some rough turbulence, but no one was to worry. It was customary to experience a lot of turbulence in this high an altitude.

Settling into her seat, Chrisitina contented herself with people watching until the plane was to take off. She was surprised to see wrestlers from the two rosters acting civilized with each other until she remembered that outside of the ring, these were real people, and until meeting each other in the ring, they would leave the ridiculous storylines behind them.

Three rows ahead of her on the left side of the aisle, Eddie Guerrero was turned around in his seat shamelessly flirting and grinning at Trish Stratus and Torrie Wilson who sat in the row behind him. Taylor and Dawn- Marie had appearently clicked and sat together two rows in back of Christina, admiring each other's acrylic nails and swapping makeup tips. Edge and Rey Mysterio laughed loudly together as if telling each other the most hilarious jokes the world has ever heard of. Goldust in the front of the plane kept breathing on everyone and had to be restrained by Booker T before Test threatened to stick his big booted foot up Goldie's rear end. Kane sat in front of Christina and Dwayne, glaring at anyone who would even THINK of sitting next to him on the two seat row. There wasnt any sign of Brock Lesnar anywhere.

" Dwayne, Im going to go to the back of the plane, I need to go to the little girls room."

He made a mock-frightened expression. " Are you sure? Its a public restroom,you know how dangerous those are." He smirked jokingly.

Christina played along, patting his shoulder as she passed him. " I think I'll take my chances. I'll be sure to call you if there's any trouble." She grinned at her little joke as she walked to the end of the aisle.

The small restrooms were sealed off from the aisles with a flimsy burgandy fabric curtain. Pushing it away, she discovered a small sink and mirror in between two facing restrooms. The men's to the right and ladies room to the left.

After finishing using the restroom, Christina stopped by the tiny sink and washed her hands. The restroom door next to her opened, but with her eyes down at her hands and on the sink she never got a look at who it was. She jumped at the reflection in the mirror.

Brock Lesnar's glare seeped through her and she couldnt help but think of the slightly erotic dream she had last night, blushing as she wiped her hands and turned to face him....... With the look on his face, Christina began to think that she might have prefered to stay turned away from him.

Shaking off her blush, Christina took a chance and stuck her hand out to shake his. He was silent as he looked at her waiting hand and she took advantage of it. " Listen, I'm sorry about what happened in New York, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, right?"

Dear God, she wished she could wipe the stupid grin of her face long enough to realize that he wasnt paying any attention to her.

Brock Lesnar looked at her and back down at her outstretched hand, his face void with emotion and Christina didnt know wether to take that as a good sign or bad. " I DONT shake hands. "

Yep, that smacked the smile right off her face all right. Christina dropped her hand to her side and apologized, pointedly keeping her eyes straight at him. " Sorry, I didnt know that it was futile to be civil with someone who's only an animal. " She frowned, no one was going to be rude to her for no reason without some retribution.

Ignoring her, he was about to turn and leave her when the floor shook underneath both their feet. Rocking the plane from its previous peaceful pace, the turbulence threw Christina off her feet, Brock tripping over her soon after.

The plane's tension gradually ceased, the flight attendant's voice rung out in the overhead speaker, advising everyone to relax and to stay seated. Her head's throbbing pain was her only worry as Christina layed sprawled on the carpeted floor. Right then and there, she realized she never wanted to be underneath a 295 lb beast of a man, his body knocking the breath out of her as he fell seconds before.

" Are you okay?" Christina's question was hardly heard over both their breathing, hers being blocked by the extreme weight on her body.

Brock hesitated for a moment in confusion, rubbing his temple. " Um, yeah. I think so."

Christina breathed in heavily and sighed in relief. " Oh, ok. " She frowned as both their eyes locked on each other. " Now get your hand off my boob."

She swore on her mother's grave that she had never seen a man of Brock Lesnar's size move that dang fast before in her life. Brock yanked his hand off of her, acting as if his hand were seared at the contact. He swayed alittle as he stood up and Christina wondered if she had to withstand him falling on her again, but he recovered on time and held unto the restroom doorframe without incident.

" You better watch where you're going."

She was speechless for a moment, her face contorting in anger. "You actually have the audacity to tell ME to watch where I'm going?!" She whispered venomously as she climbed up into a standing position.

Brock casually shrugged his wide shoulders. " Yes, I think that's what I said."

Christina wanted to smack the innocent look off of his face and rip his head off. " Oh really? I think YOU were the one to fall on top of me, if I remember correctly! " She poked a finger into his chest with every word, her neck cramping with having to look up at him.

With a sigh and a roll of the eyes, Brock just turned and headed out towards the seating area of the plane. He had better things to do with his time than to hear some little girl's whinning antics. Brock growled lowly when Christina grabbed the hem of his shirt, preventing him from going back behind the curtains. " I want you to apologize to me now for falling on me and being rude to me, Brock Lesnar.Im giving you three seconds!"

For a moment, Christina was sure that he was about to apologize, seeing that he had his mouth open to say something. But instead, Brock only leaned down to eye level and mockingly patted her cheek." Why dont you go sit down little girl? You might break a blood vessel in that pretty little head of yours, and then what will we do?"

He turned to leave again, but stopped short. Christina had slipped by him and blocked the entrance of the seating area with her body." I'm NOT a little girl, first of all. Second, Im not leaving until you apologize."

Brock had to admit, the girl had guts. With the usual meek and humble attitudes of other women he'd met, this little girl, who he'd be able to crush with a mere thought by the way, stood upto him with out any fear. He actually began to think he could hear some contempt in that smooth voice of hers. He was impressed with her to say the least, but to hell if she thought he was going to tell her that.

Wanting to go sit down already, he decided to appease her. By now, perhaps ten minutes had passed by with him trying to just moderately frighten her, but now he had begun to think that it had back fired. He grinned. " I apologize little girl for being 'rude' to you.But I dont think I'll apologize for falling on top of you, that part was quite enjoyable."

Picking her up by the waist, he gently picked her up, moved her out of his way and set her feet down easily and patted her on the head. Christina watched speechless as he threw the curtains back and walked down the aisle to his seat, disappearing from her view.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ yeah, I'd just realized that I seriously suck at writing romance or anything remotely romantic, so please humor me. *sigh* Im thinking about starting this new story that included Vampires and the like, so if anyone who's reading this would like a part to it, tell me in your review. If ya want some more info on it, just IM me at ChibiSSJ04@aol.com or email me and I'll be glad to give you the info on anything u'd like. Thanx!