Friday 6:45pm.

The matches were about to start. His match was the second one on the card. He was already dressed, but he was wearing more of Beth's lipstick than she was. He wiped off as much of the bright red substance as he could and put on his mask.

Beth took a seat on the front row. Vicki Guerrero took a seat next to her. She reached in her purse, pulled out a napkin, and handed it to Beth.

"You've got to stop wearing red, honey. It gets everywhere."

"Huh?"

"Your lipstick. It's on your chin. Something tells me your boy's wearing most of it. Either start wearing light pink, or get some of this." She pulled out a tube of something resembling lipgloss. "Lipstick sealant, dries in 30 seconds, and that stuff isn't going anywhere."

"Thanks."

"So who's your boy?" Vicki asked. "I thought you were with C.M. Punk and I know he's in Philadelphia this weekend doing autograph signings. You getting a little something something on the side?"

"Phil and I broke up. Shhh! I think the next match is about to start."

The lights came up and Chimaera's entrance theme played. He walked out confidently and Beth lit up just watching him.

"Aha," Vicki said. "That's who. Thank God he's wearing a mask, or the whole would know what you two have been up to all evening."

Beth laughed. "Who are you here to see, Vicki?"

"I'm visiting my daughter for the weekend. It's hard to believe she's really old enough to do this, but she wants to honor her dad's memory by becoming a pro-wrestler."

The match ended. Ricardo had done a corkscrew splash, but failed to connect the landing. His opponent took advantage of his disorientation, picked him up, and slammed him securing a pin.

"He's not well known enough around here for them to actually let him win. It's a shame because he's pretty good."

"Until yesterday, I'd never seen him in the ring."

"He's got some good moves. He just needs to tone up some, and he needs to watch what he eats."

"Yeah he's still not grasping the concept that Saturday is my only cheat day when it comes to my diet."

"So what's the story with you and him anyway?"

"There's not really much to tell. Punk dumped me and, I started seeing Ric."

"You're rebounding then."

"I wouldn't call it that."

"He's a sweet kid, Beth. I'd hate to see him hurt because you're trying to work out your feelings about Phil."

"I really do like him, Vicki. It's just complicated."

"Everything worth getting tangled up in usually is."

Saturday 8pm

Beth was dizzy. They'd ridden the teacup ride three times in a row, and they'd spun as fast as they could each time.

"Was that too much for you?" Ricardo asked her.

"No, I just need a break until my head catches up with the rest of my body."

"How are you at skeeball?"

"I haven't played skeeball in about 15 years."

"Then I shouldn't have any trouble beating you."

Neither of them played the game well, both making it in the 20 point slot on most of their shots.

"It's official." Beth laughed. "We both suck."

He went and ordered them some blue cotton candy. She sat on a bench and looked around at all the lights. The moon was full and the sky was cloudless. Even though it was December, there was only the slightest chill in the Florida air. The night was almost perfect.

He sat down next to her, broke off a piece of cotton candy and fed it to her. Then, he kissed her. The sweetness flooded her mouth, making her entire body tingle in anticipation. She looked into his green eyes, and she could see a mingling of love and desire reflecting back at her. It both scared and excited her.

They went back to his apartment and made love three times that night, each time sweeter than the time before. He touched her like she was a princess, his greatest treasure. The final time, he looked into her eyes and he whispered, "You are so beautiful, my angel" as they reached climax in the same moment.

She awoke the next morning as the sun hit her face. He'd already gone for the morning, but he'd left a note on the nightstand.

"Didn't want to wake you. I went for an early workout. There's cereal in the cabinet and juice in the fridge. R." He'd signed it with a heart.

She smiled. She'd suspected that he'd given her the white roses on her birthday, but now she knew for certain. She poured herself some cereal and sat down to enjoy a little downtime before travelling to the next day's Monday night Raw.

Two weeks later Monday 10pm

Ricardo was surprised that Beth was willing to try the stunt. He'd expected to her to be very different. She was no longer the goddess he'd dreamed of. She was simply a girl, but she was the girl he thought he was falling in love with, and that somehow felt better than being with a goddess.

She jumped onto a desk chair, and it rolled down the hallway. She leapt into the air and spun into a dropkick. He turned to catch her, and they both fell onto the floor laughing.

C.M. Punk walked by.

"What are you doing?" he asked Beth.

"Wasting time, I guess. My match is done, but I'm just chilling here because I think they're at the end of the show." She nodded towards Rodriguez.

"You're going to kill yourself doing stuff like that."

"Nah, we're just playing."

It was weird for Punk to see his recent ex-girlfriend sitting on the floor, leaning against Rodriguez who had his arms around her shoulders and his chin resting on top of her head. He'd not seen her smile quite so brightly, nor had he seen her laugh like that. Was this the type of relationship he'd wanted with Beth? They ran around like teenage kids making out all the time and jumping off tables showing off. It was unprofessional. Beth really couldn't afford this type of distraction when her career was poised to take off.

He shrugged. He had to admit he was a little jealous because Beth was radiant right now.