We got back to the hotel with an assist from the greatest superstar of our generation (Paul AKA HHH,) and the next morning saw us (most hung over) fly out to California for some hype before Bragging Rights. From the time we landed right up until Friday we were busy. Michelle, Matt, Stephen and I had a match to plan, not to mention I had to figure out my match with Melina Perez. She was supposed to lose to me, but Matt and I were supposed to lose to Steve and Michelle. All in all, everything was busy, and it didn't make it any better when we got to the signing the morning before the show.

I was way passed stressed; My stomach was knotted from everything I had to remember and the constant gym work was starting to take it's toll. I plopped down in my fold up chair in between Matt and Eve.

"Here," Matt handed me a Starbucks cup, "I thought this might make you feel a little better."

"Thanks."

"Rough night?"

"Let's just say, I'm never working out with Teddy again."

"Why'd you do that in the first place?"

"Nattie wasn't feeling good last night and all the other girls had already got their work out in…Teddy offered and there ya' go."

"Oh."

"Take a deep breath while I fix your hair," Eve gently commanded from my other side. "You look like you've been to hell and back."

"I feel like it, too." I leaned back towards her and allowed my self to rest for a few minutes while she brushed my hair out and fixed it into a french braid.

"There, you look much better."

"Thanks."

"No problem. Now, get ready because they're about to let the fans through." I straightened in my chair and forced a smile as the first person came to me. It was a little girl, maybe six or seven, who had one of my T shirts on.

"Oh my gosh! You are so cool!"

"Why thank you!"

"Will you please take a picture with me?"

"Of course!" The girl's mother held up a camera, and I picked the tiny girl up. Her mom snapped the picture, and I signed an 8x10 for her before I sent her down the line. That's how it pretty much went for the next hour or so: picture, autograph, picture, autograph, picture, autograph. Some of the people had something really funny to say, and some trashed talked me, but most were just as star-struck as I would've been if I were meeting Amy Dumas or Jim Duggan. As the day wore on the smile on my face became more and more genuine until I was actually enjoying myself and all my worries were pushed to the back of my head.

One highlight before everything got sour was someone actually asking me what type of deodorant I use. This girl was totally ecstatic when she found out it was that Teen Spirit stuff, because she used it, too. After she walked off Eve and I busted out laughing.

"What's so funny?" Matt asked

"I just signed someone's deodorant!" I laughed.

"That's nothing, look what Steve's signing." I turned to look at Stephen. He was talking to a girl and signing that part of the female anatomy that certain childish people (Mike, Teddy, Kofi…the list goes on) refers to as a "Rack." I don't know why, maybe it was my "women are not objects" mentality (or maybe not), but I was suddenly infuriated. The knots in my tummy came back, my nostrils flared, and god help me, for the first time in my life I was mad enough to scare someone. Eve backed off from me when I stood up from the table. My chair flew backwards, and I garnered surprised looks from all of my co workers. Stephen looked at me, again with the confused look, and I felt some god awful feeling bubbling somewhere deep inside. I turned away from him and stomped off.

We were at a car lot, so the only escape was the air conditioned show room. I was only a few feet away from the building when the still confused Stephen caught up to me. I knew he was behind me, but I wouldn't stop.

"An?" Something in his voice caught me off guard and I walked straight into the door. Not through it, not passed it, but right into it. Oh, and it wasn't one of those cute, ditzy, little "opps" moments, either, I smacked into it so hard that my head hurt and I whimpered a little.

"An? Are ya' alright?"

"I'm just fine." I marched off into the building holding my forehead. Again, he followed.

"An, just stop! We've been at this stupid game for months! Just stop!" I sighed and threw myself down in one of the chairs placed by the door. He pulled up another and sat in front of me. "Now, ya' want ta tell me what that was about?"

"What?"

"C'mon, An, you know what."

"Nope, haven't the foggiest! I'm all better now! We better get back out there!"

"They can wait."

"Nope, no waiting, they need me!"

"So?"

" I go where I'm needed."

"I need you."

"Nope, you seemed happy back there with Bazooka girl!"

"What?"

"I've gotta get back to the table." I stood up and walked away, but he caught up with me before I hit the door and wrapped his hand around my wrist.

"Please, just talk to me." He gazed at me in a way that just melted my heart. A crimson blush crept up onto my cheeks and I pulled away from him.

"An? Please?" I walked calmly out the door, and then broke into a full blown run to the table.

"What was that about?" Matt questioned as I sat down next to him.

"Autograph?" I asked the man in front of me.

I all but forgot that moment when we got to the arena the next night. I headed to catering with Mari, Eve, and Nattie. We talked for a little while and then Melina came over to make sure we had everything right. We chattered for a few more minute before I took to my Twitter to let everyone know I was heading out to the ring in a few minutes. When I pulled out my blackberry the little letter was blinking, informing me that I had a message.

KERMIT: WTF was up yesterday, Spaz?

I quickly tapped out a reply. I smirked as Mike broke off his kiss with Mari and read the message.

SpAz:None of your business, Kermmie. Now, stop making out with my girlfriend!

He gave me a weird look and showed Mari the message. At the same time Mari and I started laughing, and as I walked out towards the locker room I heard her telling Mike it was a joke. I gazed back to see his face fall like a child just denied a trip to Disney World. I smiled, shaking my head, and ran right into someone much bigger than I was. Of course, it would be Stephen...

"Are ya' ready for the match, lass?" I ignored his question, shouldered my way around him, and continued to the locker room. When I pushed the door open, Lay was changing into her attire and Michelle was talking with Jillian.

"What's kicken?" Jilly asked.

"Nothing."

"Really, cuz it didn't look like nothing yesterday."

"Ugh! Why is everyone bringing that up?"

"Because, you and Steve are meant for each other." Lay said, lacing her boots.

"Sure…"

"C'mon, Andie, you can't tell me there isn't anything there. I mean the whole WWE universe sensed it in the first five seconds you were in the ring with him that first time."

"Yeah…maybe they should have their feeling detectors checked."

"Here, let me throw my two cents in." Michelle came over and sat next to me on the bench, "You like him."

"Do not!"

"You blush every time you see him and get clumsier when you're around him."

"I'm clumsy all the time."

"Yeah, but you don't normally fall down an escalator or knock over an ice cream stand unless he's there."

"So?"

"I'm just saying, you like him in more than the usual way. And he likes you."

"Does not."

"Does, too. Every time you walk in the room he gets a big cheesy smile on his face…it's adorable! Oh! And, do you remember that time you were in the ring with Nexus and they beat you?"

"Yeah."

"Well, even though he knew it was scripted, Teddy, Randy, and Cena had to take him out of the arena to keep him from running to your rescue."

"Whatever."

"It's true." Jilly sat down on my other side.

"Whatever."

"Stop saying whatever!" Lay stood in front of me.

"Where are you guys going with this?"

"No where…we just want to know that we're right."

"Right about what?"

"That the reason you stomped off yesterday was because you were jealous over that random that made Steve sign her junk and that Stephen ran off after you because he's hopelessly, desperately, undeniably in love with you." I stood up and pushed passed Layla and headed to my cubby. I knew they were behind me staring at my back, waiting for me to say something. Lay was tapping her foot impatiently, and it seemed like every girl on both rosters was filing in to hear what I would inevitably say.

After I had put everything on but my boots, I leaned my forehead against the cool concrete wall.

"Fine." I sighed, "Yes, I was pissed about the girl yesterday! Yes, I stomped off because of it! Yes, I thought about smacking the hell out of him! And yes, I wanted him to kiss me like nothing else!"

"Finally!" Nattie threw her arms in the air., "The girl's finally admitted it!" I turned around. My cheeks were bright red, and I thought I would die from embarrassment.

"Aww! Look! That's the brightest red I've seen her turn!" Melina P. said. "Come here! You remind me of myself before I got with John!" She pulled me into a hug and everyone else huddled around us. Unfortunately, John C. was on one of his promo missions. The door was thrown open, which none of us expected, and a camera man aimed the lens right into the room.

"Opps!" John said, "I don't know what's going on in here but….uh….never mind." He shuffled out of the room scratching the back of his head sheepishly.

The bell rang and I made quick work of beating Mel. After the pin, I shook her hand and the ref hoisted my arm into the air. All of a sudden (actually quite like we planned) Michelle's music started playing and she waltzed down to the ring with a mic.

"Rhi! You are so getting on my nerves with all this goody goody bull! You are so totally not perfect, and what you did to Sheamus last week was despicable. Only a lowly, pathetic, little runt would hit a person when they aren't even legal!"

I lifted a mic up, "So you're saying that you and Sheamus are pathetic?"

"What?"

"Well, you both take a lot of cheap blows at people, ref's included. Excuse me for showing you that flyers are better…well at least that I'm better than both of you!"

Stephen's theme played through the speakers and he marched out, arrogance in his every step. I couldn't help but remember the talk in the locker room and, once again, I had to fight the blush. He stepped into the ring and jerked away Michelle's microphone.

"I'm pathetic, am I?" He put his face right in mine. Oh, no! There goes the blush! I thought to myself.

"Yep! That's what you are!" I smirked.

"Well, let me tell ya' somethin', girly, you won't think I'm pathetic when I'm standing over yer broken little body tonight, will ya?" Something particularly dirty popped into my head. Think about grandma in a bikini, Andie, think about anything but him!

"Assuming that would happen, I would still call you pathetic for being proud of hurting a teeny, tiny, little thing like me!"

"Ah, but I thought you weren't afraid of me."

"I'm not, but from the look in your eyes I can tell you're scared of me!" He's got such pretty eyes...

"Scared of you?"

Matt slid into the ring, "Well if you're not, Sheamus, then face us again!" He came to stand by my side and held my hand. Whew! Thankies Mattie!

"Alright, little Evan Bourne, let's go right now!" A ref made his way into the ring and just like the other night Michelle and I were sent to the corners while the boys duked it out first. Stephen gave Matt a back breaker right off the bat, and then transitioned it into a power bomb. I don't know how anyone could stand up after those but Matt did, and then he somehow got Stephen to the mat. He stumbled for a corner and landed a moonsault on Stephen, and then hit him with an elbow drop. I winced. Stephen stood back up and continued to beat the tar out of Matt, and refused him the tag. Finally when Matt was pretty much lifeless Stephen went for the High Cross. That was my cue.

I stormed the ring, kicking Stephen in the back of the knee so he'd drop Matt. Then, I went to town on him, knocking him over the head and backing him in the corner repeatedly with a spear. The ref was busy trying to keep Michelle outside, so I didn't have to worry about her until, that is, the ref turned around and I gave him a roundhouse kick by "accident. " Michelle rushed in and thrust me into a corner. She continued to spear me like I'd been doing Stephen before I jumped over her, letting her hit a purposely exposed turned to face me and I kicked her in the chest, holding my foot there to keep her from moving. I jumped up with my other leg catching her in a head scissors takedown which brought her to the ground. I climbed up on a corner and hit her with a 450 splash.

She didn't move, so I stood up and looked around. Matt was just as still as Michelle, laying on the mat. The room had grown quiet after the pop when I hit Chelle, and Stephen had pulled himself to his feet. I picked up one of the mics that had just been thrown into the ring.

"You're a bully!" I yelled looking at Stephen. "You should be ashamed of yourself, Sheamus, taking pleasure in hurting someone smaller than you! You're just a jerk! I really can't stand you! And you know what? I'm going to shut your mouth for good! You and me Sheamus! An Anything Goes match on Raw tomorrow! I'll take you down in your home country, better yet, we'll be in your home town!"

"You can have whatever you want, Lass, but don't get mad when I'm the one who wins."

"Oh! You don't have to worry about that, I just hope you lose gracefully…oh wait, you don't!"

"And what's that mean?"

"It means you're a Big Baby!"

"Children, children, children!" Cole made his way into the ring. "You'll have your match in Dublin, but we have a main event to get to."

"So?" I said.

"So? Get out of my ring!"

"You are so annoying," I grumbled as I hurried under the ropes.

"How about that, Ladies and Gentleman?" Jerry announced, "I guess we have our main event for tomorrow night!"