NOTE: I don't own any of the WWE superstars. I only own Brenda, Kayla, and myself.

"Hey, J!" Brenda said in greeting me.

"Brenda!" I exclaimed. "What's up? And how come you're here?"

"Shawn figured you wouldn't mind if I waited here until you came back so I could tell you the big news," she answered. "But on to you. I watched the match and I just watched that interview..."

"Please tell me you taped it," I said.

"Shawn insisted," she said. "Taker by himself is awesome, but you and him together? My eyes were glued to the screen!"

"I can't wait to see," I said. I saw a look of excitement on her face. "So what's the big news? I'm just dying to know!"

She laughed. "I'm going on the road with you guys!"

"Oh, that's great," I said. "A month from now, we can celebrate our 18th birthdays together."

"Yup," she said. She looked at her watch. "Ok, I gotta get back to Shawn's locker room. See you soon."

I sat down on the couch alone and thought about something weird. I hadn't talked to Kayla since the night before when she was leaving with Randy Orton. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed her number.

"J! I just saw your interview!" she screeched into the phone instead of saying hello. "It was intense!"

"What are you up to?" I asked.

"Sitting in Randy's locker room waiting for him to get back," she asked. "How'd everything go last night?"

I filled her in on what she'd missed yesterday.

"Interesting," she said. "Randy and I had a good time last night."

"A good time as in..."

"We came dangerously close," she said excitedly. "And when I say dangerously close, I mean it."

"Oh, do I even know you anymore?" I teased.

"You know me," she said. "So, I gotta run, but I'll talk to you later, ok?"

"Ok, I gotta take a shower anyway," I said. I ended the call and put the phone in my purse. "Better go get a shower..."

I went and got a quick shower. When I came out, I put on a tight shirt and a short skirt. Then I slipped on some comfortable slides and headed into the main part of the locker room.

I raised my eyebrow. I had yet another visitor.

"Batista, what's up?" I asked, holding my duffle bag on my shoulder.

He looked up at me and smiled. "Why don't you take a seat?" he suggested, patting a space on the couch next to him. "Or do you have somewhere to be?"

"Actually, I'm supposed to meet Taker in a few," I told him, "but if there's something on your mind then we can talk about it."

I sat down next to him. "I was just watching a replay of the match," he said. "Have you seen it yet?" he asked.

"Unfortunately, no," I said. "But someone taped it for me so it should be in the VCR right over there."

"Let's watch the last few minutes of it," he said.

"Uh, ok," I said. I was kind of confused about why he wanted for us to watch the tape together, but I didn't say anything.

He pressed play when he got the tape to the part he wanted it on, then came back over to the couch and sat down closer to me than he had been sitting before.

On the TV, I tapped Batista on the shoulder. He turned around and gave me that angry look and started to back me into the corner.

"Damn, it was so hard to make myself look so angry when I knew what you were gonna be wearing underneath that duster," he said.

I raised my eyebrow at him again, but said nothing.

On the TV, he gave me that smoldering hot look as I showed him what was underneath my duster. Then I leaned up and gently kissed his lips.

"Did you feel it?" he asked suddenly.

"Feel what?" I asked him, sort of confused.

"That connection we had when we kissed," he said.

"I don't know..." My voice trailed off. I didn't like the way the conversation was going.

We watched the tape in silence. I watched myself bend down when the match was over and tell Batista to rest in peace. Right when I kissed him on the TV, he turned around to look at me. He cupped my face with one hand and pulled me close with the other. Then he leaned in and actually kissed me!

It was nothing like the kisses we'd shared in the ring. This one was real.

"Now do you feel it?" he asked when he pulled back, his lips just inches from mine.

I looked at him for a minute, then at his lips. I couldn't believe he'd just done that! I stood up quickly, grabbing my bag and my purse. I went over to the VCR and ejected the tape. Throwing it into my duffle bag, I looked at Batista.

"Yeah, um, I gotta run. We'll catch up later, ok?" I told him.

I didn't wait for his reply. I hurriedly left the room, shutting the door behind me. Once outside the room, I leaned against the door. My head was spinning. What the hell had just happened in there?

"Nothing," I said out loud. "Nothing at all." And I headed to Taker's locker room.

I know this one's a bit shorter than usual but I figured that was a good place to end the chapter. You guys probably have no clue what's going to happen next, and I'll tell you a secret... Neither do I! Sadly, my mom is canceling our internet service (stupid AOL is fooling around with her checkings account) so I'm not sure when I'll be able to write more. I'll try to update until she cancels... -J