A/N: I know, I know, you probably read this kind of stuff all the time. But this is serious now. I've had over 100 hits, and, count 'em, two reviews. Now, TwistedKandyKane, I don't mean to single you out, but if you're going to put my story on alert, at least have the decency to review. This next chapter is dedicated to Catrina blows you away/x and Fozzy-Floozy. Thank you. Done ranting now.

Once again, Jacinta was lost, confused, and really hated her life. She had taken the first right, then the second left—or was it the third? Either way, there were only two doors on the left on the hallway. So she had tried to retrace her steps and got even more bewildered. Jacinta was on the verge of a nervous breakdown when she finally saw a familiar face—the halls recently had been suspiciously empty. Or part of a familiar face, anyway. She was seeing Randy Orton, Playgirl centerfold, but he was making out with that woman Crystal, who had beaten Trish for her title.

Jacinta decided to just lurk at the end of the hallway, trying not to see anything, until they decided to stop kissing and look around.

She was in for a long wait.

After perfecting her makeup to make it look as if she hadn't just been a vicious match, hadn't gotten hit with a chair, among other things, she went into the men's locker room to fetch Randy. He was standing over a sink, peering into a mirror, and shoring up his hair with more gel. Crystal sighed and rolled her eyes. She wished he would un-spikify his hair occasionally. She thought it was much sexier when it was all plastered down to his head, like when he'd just gotten out of the shower.

All the guys were a bit surprised when Crystal walked in like she owned the place. Sure she was sexy, and she knew it (above all, she knew they knew it), sure she was half-dressed, but that didn't give her a right to just go wherever she pleased, they thought.

But it did.

She snickered, seeing some of the chaos she'd caused. Adam Copeland (Edge) had been tending to his wounds from his incredible hardcore match with Mick Foley and, seeing her, had squirted Neosporin into his eye. Kurt Angle had just gotten out of the shower, and his towel was sagging dangerously. His surprise when he noticed Crystal caused it to drop entirely. He looked panicked. Adam laughed at this. If Kurt had been bleeding, it would have been almost exactly a Team ECK road story he'd related in his book.

"What do you say to an Olympic gold medalist with panic in his eyes?" Adam murmured while scrubbing at his eye with a rubber duck a fan had given him, thinking, in his Neosporin-induced blindness, that it was a washcloth.

There was other chaos as well. Guys frantically trying to hide things they thought wouldn't be appropriate for a woman to see was mostly what was going on.

If Randy and Crystal had been on the same brand, instead of Crystal on RAW and Randy on SmackDown! all the wrestlers on their brand would have been expecting this, but previously their relationship was mostly in various hotels.

"Hey, Randy," Crystal said.

"Hey," Randy replied, leaning in for a kiss.

A bunch of the guys glared jealously.

Crystal giggled, whispering something to Randy about how they shouldn't do this in front of all his friends and they left together.

They guys all gathered together to talk about what they had just seen. The SmackDown! superstars had noticed that Randy had been more satisfied recently, and the RAW wrestlers noticed the same thing about Crystal.

When Randy and Crystal had found the hallway, it had been deserted. Excellent. Now, though, when they took a break to—surprising as it sounds—have a conversation, Crystal noticed some girl standing a little ways away, pretending to look at the ceiling, like she was actually interested in the ceiling tiles. "Who are you?" Crystal asked rudely. Who was this girl to interrupt her making out with Randy Keith Orton?

"Jackie!" Randy exclaimed, surprised. They hadn't seen each other in a while, because of Randy's domestic life. More specifically, his girlfriend, Crystal. They had made an appointment to go to Starbucks and catch up on how life was going—and make fun of his dad's accent, but Randy had to go shopping. He wouldn't say for what. Jacinta couldn't be mad at him for canceling their plans, though. He was too gorgeous.

Jacinta smirked when she heard Randy's greeting. It was a long-standing inside joke. When they had first met, Randy's dad had refused to believe the J in her name was pronounced like an H.

She started walking over to the couple. When she got there, he gave her a hug.

"Ahem," Crystal cleared her throat. She hated being out of the loop. "You know this girl?"

"Yes," Randy said, slightly defensively.

Realizing she wouldn't get much more out of Randy, for whatever reason, Crystal turned to Jacinta. "you know this man?" My man, she thought hostilely.

Jacinta grinned. "I've known him since before he was 'The Legend Killer Randy Orton.' I've known him since he was 'Cowboy Bob's Kid'."

"Yeah, well…how?" Crystal was kind of irritated. She hadn't known Randy for that long.

"She's Rey's little sister!" said Randy, coming to her defense. He knew Jacinta had some barbed comments, but not many could hold their own against Crystal.

Crystal studied Jacinta. She did like look vaguely her brother, except taller, and not a guy. "Oh, so you are. He told me to be nice to you."

Jacinta was mortified. She would be having serious words with Rey when she found him. She was nineteen. She could take care of herself. "It made me want to die," she had told Trish. This had happened at the Royal Rumble as well. "Have either of you seen Rey?" she asked, mostly talking to Randy.

"Umm…probably making his entrance. I'm set to go on in a second." Randy said. He couldn't figure out why Jacinta had to ask where her brother was.

"FUCK!" yelled Jacinta. "Abuela's gonna kill me!" She sprinted off, suddenly sure of her direction.

"She's weird," Crystal commented.

"Not usually," Randy said, as they began walking to the curtain. "She was just nervous…or something."

Crystal's voice sounded light, but she was suspicious. "You seem to know her pretty well. Did you two ever go out?"

Randy was completely shocked. "No! She is, y'know, so one of the guys, it would be like going out with, well, Rey!"