"Let's get back to the hotel," Bourne smiled reassuringly, and grasping Alix's hand lightly. "I'm sure the others are gonna show up soon, and the place has a weight room."

Alix laughed, both a little nervously and just from Evan.

The two walked in silence for only a minute before Evan spoke up again.

"What're you doing about Rey?"

Alix looked down, not wanting to think about that whole situation again. I ignored the man, isn't that enough of an answer…?

"Who's Rey?" she looked up with a cocky grin, winking once at Bourne.

Evan laughed. "Ya' can't just ignore him, after your little performance in the locker room last night. That'd just be rude."

"Well I'm not exactly the most well-mannered." Alix stuck her tongue out for a moment. "So in that case, I sure can. If you haven't noticed I don't really give a crap about what anyone thinks of me. They think I act like a guy? So be it. They think I should act differently than I do? Get over it."

Evan smiled, just a little, and just enough so that Alix could tell it was a smile. "Well, nevertheless…whether you care or not…I think you should at least talk to him. Get on equal terms so you guys aren't breaking out in fights all the time. We are still trying to keep you low key, and after what just happened with the crowd back there and with Rey's new attitude…that's getting more and more difficult. So…could you make it a little easier on us?"

"But that's no fun!" Alix whined, but she shied away as soon as Evan glared at her. "Alright…alright…maybe. But I'll only interact with…him…if I have to. No going to see him just for the hell of it or anything. But I'll be nice if I have to see him."

Evan nodded and she added under her breath, "as long as he's nice to me…"

Evan pushed open the door to the hotel, and Rey was still out in the lobby, this time with his packed suitcase. Alix's eyes flashed, but she looked down hoping that Evan would allow them to just pass him without anything having to go between the two of them.

"Hey, Rey." Bourne greeted cheerfully. "What's up with the suitcase?"

"Smackdown's moving on later today." Rey muttered, Evan's cheerfulness not returned. "Thought I might as well get ready so I could get out of here as soon as possible."

"Where's the rush?" Bourne laughed easily, as if nothing had happened between the luchador and the girl that was silently pleading for him to shut up.

"Right behind you…" Rey almost rolled his eyes. "Sooner I get out of here, the sooner I won't have to worry about dealing with her. As long as…she's not going with Smackdown, right?"

Alix's fists clenched, and she bit her lip, contemplating whether or not just to ditch Evan and race up to Hunter's or Big Show's room.

"You know, at some point you two are going to have to stop fighting…" Evan said, his voice softening from the now apparent fake cheerfulness he had used earlier. "Vince isn't gonna like that we picked up a homeless chick and she's on the road with us…the more you two fight the quicker he's gonna find out…"

"And the quicker he finds out, the quicker she'll – " Rey started, but was interrupted by the arrival of the rest of the superstars who had gone to have breakfast with Evan and Alix.

"Ah, so I see you two got back safely?" Morrison smirked.

Alix nodded, but made sure she had a pitiful look on her face, trying to get out of this talk with Mysterio.

"Alix what's – " Hunter cut himself off as he noticed Rey. "Alright then, let's you get outta here…"

HHH picked Alix up and set her on his shoulder, and they walked off with the rest of the superstars following them. All except for Evan, who looked increasingly angry for Hunter not letting Rey and Alix work something out.

Hunter carried her up to his room, and as soon as they got in, she collapsed on the bed she had laid in during the night with the others looking over her.

"My day is henceforth sucking, you guys know that right?"

Everyone slowly nodded, wishing that there was something they could do to make the new girl feel better.

"I know you each have stuff to do…I'll just stay up here and all…don't wanna run into…run into…well…you know…again…"

The wrestler's all uncomfortably looked between each other and nodded.

"On one condition." Edge said.

"What is it…?" Alix asked, a little confused.

"Someone can come in here and stay with you 'till one of us gets back." Morrison replied.

"Oh. Uhm…okay. Who's it gonna be?"

The three superstars looked between each other, not really having an answer to that question.

"Well when's the Smackdown plane leaving?" Morrison asked.

"Little over an hour…" Hunter said, a little nervous.

"Wait." Edge stopped the two from saying anything more. "I know who to get. Gimme a quick second."

He raced out the door, and within a minute or two was back; with Randy Orton steps behind him.

"Randy?" Hunter sounded surprised. "You're gonna look after Alix?"

"Sure, why not." Orton shrugged. "I've worked out already and all that's left on my agenda is the house show. Besides, it's not like I really got to meet her and talk to her and all that last night."

"If I come back and she's hurt…" Hunter warned, glaring at Randy with a small murderous glint in his eye.

"I'm not gonna hurt her." Orton smiled. "And I'm not gonna let anyone else hurt her cause Show will squash me."

Hunter nodded, and motioned for him and the rest to leave.

"Kid, ya' need anything, we'll be close." Triple H added quickly. "Orton does anything tell us and he dies. Kapeesh?"

Alix grinned and nodded. "Comprende. Thanks Uncle Hunter."

HHH stopped, and looked like he had stopped breathing for a moment before he hurried out, with Morrison and Edge soon after him; both snickering almost evilly.

"So, kid, what's – " Alix held up her hand to stop Orton from saying anything more.

"Only Hunter can call me kid. I'm not a kid. I've been on the streets for four years after my father had physically and verbally abused me for three and my mother stood in the background and watched. I may only be fifteen – "

"Holy hell!" Orton yelled, shock eminent in his eyes. "You're fifteen?"

"Yeah…?" Alix replied, confused.

Orton shook his head. "Nevermind…carry on…"

Okay…? Alix thought, confusion still fresh in her. "Anyway…as I was saying…I may only be fifteen, but I've been through more than a fifty year old should ever have to. Hunter can call me kid. Only Hunter. Only Hunter do I respect enough for him to call me kid. You cannot. I don't respect you enough."

Randy nodded. After a few seconds of complete silence, he spoke up.

"You planning to be a part of the WWE?"

Alix stayed silent for several moments, thinking. She had considered it, but so many things were already against her in that moment; including the fact that she hated Vincent Kennedy McMahon with every fiber of her being.

"I…don't know." Alix admitted. "I've thought about it…but let's be honest. I'm a homeless chick, and I'm here cause a few of you guys had some sympathy for me. I have up to a 6th grade level of education…okay, probably more cause of the library and all…but still."

Randy smirked a little. "Do you want to?"

"Hell yes." Alix laughed. "What kind of question is that? But I flat-out refuse to be a part of the Divas. I will be a Superstar, and if Vince wants me, that's what he gets. A girl Superstar."

"Well if you're gonna be a Superstar, you gotta learn your way around everything." Randy said, pulling his shirt off. Alix took a step back, warily. "If you're gonna be a Superstar that was previously a homeless girl, you gotta learn how to wrestle."

Alix sighed with relief at that.

"You're a perv." Randy laughed.

"I know." Alix grinned.

"Anyway, you need a ring name too, and a fighting style." He added. "Have you ever had to fight anyone before?"

"No shit." Alix rolled her eyes. "But I'm not fighting like that in the ring. Personally…I've seen Jeff Hardy wrestle…"

"High-flyer?" Randy sounded surprised. "You're gonna be an interesting little Superstar. Creative is gonna love you…"

"What do you mean?"

"You're gonna be the first Superstar that idolizes most of the existing ones. I can only imagine… They'll have you making references to other Superstars everywhere, both in your talking and your wrestling. Creepy little bastards Creative are…"

Alix laughed at that. "Alright…so…what about a ring name?"

Randy sat down on the bed that Hunter had slept in. "Hmm…name me your absolute you would die for wrestlers."

"Shawn Michaels, Jeff Hardy, Triple H, and the Undertaker."

"Aww, I'm not in there?"

"Shut up and give me a name." Alix stuck her tongue out at him.

Randy sat patiently, going through everything he knew about the four named Superstars.

"You may have to wait for Creative for that…I'm not Creative in any sense of the word." He grinned. "I'm sure they'll do something Jeff-related with you though; they've been complaining ever since he left that they have nothing to work with anymore."

"Awesome." Alix beamed.

"So…let's wrestle." Randy smirked at Alix, standing up quickly.

AN: Sorry to anyone who actually cares about this! I had some writer's block, and then I went of vacation…it was just a mess. So what do you think about Alix's ring name? I have some ideas…not very good ones…but I'm definitely thinking about doing something Jeff-related. Any ideas? REVIEW!