Parker has a twitter. PunkRockOrRiot

She fast-walked out of the elevator, wearing her cotton shorts and tank top as the pyjamahs she changed into while Jay was showering hours earlier, eager to start her plan. Parker knew the talent contest was coming up in the next few episodes. So she had a plan. She went to the front desk that morning. "Excuse me. I'm sorry for bothering you, but I was wondering if you could tell me which room Layla El is staying in."

The clerk smiled. "It's no trouble at all, honey." She started typing on the keyboard until she found the room. "Miss El is in room 518 on the fifth floor."

"Thank you so much." And with that, she took off. All those years of being babysat by Johnny's girlfriends was going to finally pay off. As she stepped inside the elevator, she recalled the times her brother's friends would ask their girlfriends to watch her while they did whatever. She would watch them dance and they would often teach her the steps to every single one. Her favorite was "U Can't Touch This". It was the first one she learned.

When the doors opened, she rushed to find the right room. She knocked on the right door, hoping Layla was awake. After a few moments, the door opened to reveal Alex Riley with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Can I help you?"

"I was hoping to talk to Layla." She said.

"Sure, c'mon in and wait a moment." Alex stepped aside to let the Carolinian inside. Parker walked in and heard the shower still running. Alex pressed the side his head against the bathroom door and knocked. "Lay, how much longer are you gonna be in there?"

"About five minutes." She answered.

"That's not girl code for an hour, right?" He grinned at his joke.

Then without warning, Layla punched the door, causing Alex to jump back and Parker to laugh. "I hear British women tend to be more aggressive than American women." She snickered.

"Yeah. In more ways than one." Alex added. He turned around to show Parker his back. He looked like a human scratch post.

"Jesus. Was that from Layla or a lion?"

Layla walked out of the bathroom dressed in a pair of skinny jeans and a black singlet. "Hey, Parker. What can I do ya for?"

"Didn't you used to be a dancer for The Miami Heat?" The red head asked.

"Yeah, before I became a wrestler. Why?"

"This season's NXT has a talent competition and I know how to dance. But the dance I can do looks better with more than one dancer. So, will you be part of my dance routine for the talent contest?" Parker gave her best puppy pout face to add more begging.

"Girl, as long as you win this season, I'll do anything." Layla smiled.

As Parker left Layla's room, she realized that she didn't leave a note for Jay. She ran as fast as she could to get to Jay's room. As she ran, she noticed one of her all-time favorite wrestlers walk out of his room, causing her to halt to a complete stop.

"Gregory Helms?" She asked in shock.

Gregory turned around and saw the young Superstar staring at him. "I actually go by 'Shane', but yeah. The one and only." After looking at her for a moment, Shane's eyes widened. "Hey, you're the girl on NXT. Parker, right?"

Parker smiled. "Yeah. Dude, you were my favorite wrestler since WCW."

Shane couldn't help but smile. "You watched the Monday Night Wars?"

"Hell to the yeah!" She smirked. "So, being a twitter follower, I would like to say congradulations on your adorable baby boy, who I also follow on twitter."

"Thanks. It means a lot. I was worried though when my girl had to go to the emergency room dew to the complications. I still think I was the fastest man to become religious when she went to the hospitol. But I'm glad they're both okay." Shane was happy to know his family was better. "So, you ready for SmackDown! tonight?"

"More than ready. I still wish that I could have a match with Hurricane Helms. But I know I can do a tribute." The red head explained with a grin.

"How so?"

Parker just couldn't stop smiling. "This year's season is supposed to have a costume contest. I'll dress up as my favorite superhero."

"Ain't there gonna be a tribute episode, too."

"Yeah, but we draw names from a hat." She glanced at her watch and nearly jumped. "Shit! I gotta find Jay." She ran a few yards before turning around. "It was nice meeting you, Shane!"

Shane smiled as he waved at the young woman.

Jay woke up to find himself half way alone. Half way meaning that Parker was gone, but there was someone else there instead. He woke up with a killer morning wood that was all too visible under the thin sheet that was draped over his body. "God, this woman is gonna kill me." He said to himself.

Just as he was about to get up, he heard the door beep. The handle turned and the door pushed open. Parker rushed in, only to freeze when she saw Jay in such a compromising position. "I'll...um...yeah." Parker turned around to face the door so Jay could get up and go to the bathroom. "I'm sorry." She called from the litle corner she stood in. "I should've knocked."

"It's fine. You didn't know. I'm sorry you had to see that." Jay called from the bathroom.

Parker cautiously walked toward the door. "Jay, does this happen often?"

"What?"

"Well, I'd like to know so I don't walk in on you again."

Jay didn't answer right away. He was a little busy. Parker could hear his grunts and moans. She blushed so profusely, knowing full well what he was doing. And honestly, she didn't know whether to be giddy by what she saw or intimidated. Jay wasn't exactly small by any means of the word. She imagined that he was most likely a jackhammer, based on what she was hearing.

The Canadian flushed the toilet and washed his hands. Once he was done, he walked out. "Sorry." He mumbled while staring at the floor.

"Jay, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I just wish that wouldn't happen."

"When was the last time that happened?" Parker asked.

Hesitant to say, Jay answered honestly. "Last night."

"What triggered it?"

"-...you."

Parker blinked twice before responding. "Sexy blond Canadian say what now?" Her response came out quickly spoken with her southern drawl.

Jay chuckled embarressingly as he looked around the room trying hard not to make eye contact. "Yeah, not something you wanted to hear from your pro, I know. But I thi-" He paused before realizing something. "Did you just call me a sexy blond Canadian?" Jay couldn't help but smirk. "Really? So not only am I attracted to you, but you're attracted to me?"

Parker didn't know how to respond to that. "Well, I...you see...it's like this..." She finally sighed and let her head fall back. "Yeah, you're right."

Jay's ego was inflating so much he could use it as an innertube at the beach if he wanted to. "Well," He gave the "come hither" motion with his right hand. "Come to Papa, baby."

"Please tell me your joking." She said.

"Let me ask you this. I can tell that you like me. Probably since the Attitude Era, right when my carreer started. That would've made you around nine years old. Around the time you became twelve or thirteen, did you learn about...pleasing yourself? And if you did, did you do it while thinking of me?"

Parker couldn't believe what she was hearing. This guy, the same guy she crushed since childhood, was nothing more than a little pervert? Yet she couldn't help but feel attracted to that pervertedness. She walked over and smacked him as hard she could. The one thing she was very thankful for learning in the ghetto was how to bitch slap someone. The sound from the contact of her hand to his cheek echoed through out the whole room. Kind of like when those wenches would smack Jack Sparrow. But she countered it by grabbing his head and pulling him to her. "Why do you have to be so damn cute." She whispered before crushing her lips to his.