Disclaimer: I do not own Christian/Jay Reso or WWE. I only own Dawn Ricard/Scarlet, and of course, the plot.

After having lunch, Dawn decided to go to the gym. Wearing a loose, purple v-neck shirt with a gray tank top underneath it, a pair of black jogging pants, and her white Reebok sneakers, Dawn took a cab to the nearest gym. When she made it, she wanted to go back to the hotel after seeing Stu Bennett enter the building. But, she really needed the exercise, so she had no choice but to be in the same gym with the man who absolutely despised her.

When Dawn got inside, she took a sigh of relief when she discovered that there were two sections in the gym - the men's section and the women's. It was separated by a clear glass wall. Dawn had to pass the men's section before she could make it to the women's section. When she looked at the men who were in the men's section, she saw a few faces she didn't know, and then Heath Miller on the leg press, Paul Lloyd Jr., or better known as Justin Gabriel was on the exercise bike, and Stu taking his shirt off before putting it on a bench. When he looked behind him, Stu saw Dawn looking. Feeling embarrased for looking at him, Dawn looked down and let out a small laugh from what just happened. From the corner of her left eye, she saw Stu smirking.

Dawn rushed to the women's section, which was empty when she got inside after she saw two Latina women walking out. She put her bag on the corner of the room. She then tied her hair back in a ponytail just so it wouldn't get into her face. The next thing she did was she sat on the dark green mat, and started doing her warm-up stretches.

On the other side of the gym, Stu just finished warming up. He was about to grab two dumbbells from the rack that was against the glass wall, but then he saw Dawn stretching. He had to stop what he was about to do just to look at her.

"She's a total babe, isn't she?"

A sweaty Heath told Stu. Stu looked at Heath, who was also staring at Dawn, who was now lying face down on the mat, her right leg bended as she guided it with her hands so her foot could touch her head.

Stu scoffed. "She's not my type."

Heath chuckled. "Not your type? Then why are you staring at her?"

Stu quickly grabbed two dumbbells and walked to the bench. He started lifting them. "I wasn't staring at her. I just haven't seen any girl that... flexible."

Heath followed Stu and sat beside him, chuckling. "You were so staring at her!" Heath teased. "I bet you're imagining her legs wrapped around you as she's straddling you or something!"

Stu accidentally dropped the left dumbbell and landed on Heath's right foot. Heath shrieked, and looked at Stu in disbelief. Heath didn't know if Stu did it on purpose or maybe because he was right about what was going on inside Stu's head right now.

"What the hell man!" Heath exclaimed, bending down so that he could caress his aching foot.

"Sorry." Wade plainly said as he stopped looking at Dawn, and tried to focus on his weight lifting.

When Dawn was done with her warm-up stretches, she got up from the mat and decided to practice her wrestling moves. Being excellently skilled in taekwondo, most of her moves consisted of fast footwork and powerful kicks. She kicked the punching bag in front of her. She threw a few high kicks, the punching bag meeting the gym wall harshly each time. When she was satisfied, Dawn decided to improve her punches. Dawn threw a hard right hand on the punching bag, then a slightly weaker left hand came. She punched the bag a few times, before she stopped when she heard a man's voice with a British accent in it.

"Careful with that thing, it might explode."

She looked to her right side, and found Stu on the treadmill. Dawn rolled her eyes.

"Are you lost or something? This is the women's section, unless you're a woman..." Dawn said, walking towards the treadmill. She raised an eyebrow at him and put her right hand on her right hip.

Stu chuckled nonchalantly. "Very funny Ricard. I'm not a woman, it's just that the treadmill in the men's section is broken. I had no choice but to go here. Now I have to keep up with you."

Dawn shook her head and narrowed her eyes at Stu. "Get lost, Bennett."

Stu turned the machine off, and got off it. He towered over Dawn. Dawn felt a little intimidated with his height, being only five-foot-six and all. "This isn't over Ricard. Be afraid... very."

Dawn tilted her head to the side. "Is that a threat?"

Stu and Dawn engaged in a heated eye contact that lasted for about a few minutes, before Stu decided to break it by giving her a cunning smirk and a pinch on her left cheek. Dawn could've easily punched him in the jaw, but somehow she managed not to. She watched Stu walk away smoothly.

What was that about? Dawn thought to herself. She just shrugged the whole thing off, and got on the treadmill.

Dawn didn't understood why Stu was so hostile towards her. Had she done anything to piss him off? Or did he just took The Corre's newfound rivalry with Christian and Scarlet seriously?

Two hours later, Dawn got out of the gym, now in new clothes and feeling fresh after the shower she just took. She took her phone out of her bag, and saw that it was two-twenty-six in the afternoon. She also had a missed call from her best friend in Arizona - Pearl. Pearl Armstrong - blonde, not dumb, not tan, quirky, and always hyper. Dawn had known Pearl ever since they were in high school. Their friendship started when Dawn stood up for Pearl in art class in their freshmen year when their classmates were making fun of Pearl's sketches, saying that she'll never become a fashion designer because her designs looked ridiculous. But after a few years, Pearl entered a fashion school in New York City and now she has her own clothing store in Arizona and in several other states. Pearl is the woman responsible for Dawn's wrestling attires. Dawn smiled when she saw Pearl's name on the screen of her phone, so she decided to call the woman back. Pearl's phone rang three times before she picked it up, and she greeted Dawn with a high-pitched squeal.

"Whoa," Dawn chuckled. "I think you miss me too much."

Pearl stopped and took a deep breath. "Yeah, I do miss you too much. But other than that, I squealed because I just saw a video of you making out with Christian! Damn girl! How did you feel when you were playing tonsil hockey with him?"

Dawn laughed, her cheeks warming up as the scene replayed in her head. "Nothing. I don't know."

Pearl gasped. "What do you mean nothing? You could've at least felt something!"

Dawn sighed and gave in to Pearl. "Okay, alright. I felt like I was getting high off some very expensive drug. He was a great kisser."

Pearl squealed. Her squeal was so loud, that Dawn had to take her phone off her ear for a few seconds until she was sure Pearl was done. "I knew it! Anyway, I'm excited with how your new storyline on SmackDown goes."

"Yeah, me too." Dawn replied, biting her lower lip.

Before Pearl could reply, Dawn heard the store's bell ring - new customers were in. "Anyway, I have to go now. It was nice to talking to you, Dawn. I hope I can see you soon!"

"Same here. Bye."

And with that, Dawn hang up on Pearl and put her phone back inside her bag. As she walked on the sidewalk, she decided to get herself a cup of coffee before going back to the hotel. She got inside Starbucks.

A tall, blonde-haired man stood in front of the counter, waiting for his order. He looked familiar to Dawn, but she didn't want to approach him because he might not be the person she thought he was. So, Dawn just stood behind him as he waited for his beverage.

When he turned around, Dawn's eyes widened - the man was Jay. She knew it was him. Next time, she wouldn't deny her gut feeling.

"Hey Jay!" Dawn greeted him with a smile on her face.

Jay, surprised, managed to smile back at her. Good thing he didn't spill his hot coffee on her. "Hey Dawn, where have you been?"

"Just got out of the gym, and now I'm going to get myself some coffee." Dawn replied. Jay moved away when she took a step forward to the counter. He moved beside her, and started looking at her from head to toe.

Her red hair was damp and wavy. She was wearing a black Ramones shirt, and when his eyes moved downward, he had to bite his lower lip to prevent his mouth from hanging open. Her legs were slender, toned, and creamy white. The pair of distressed denim shorts that she was wearing showed off how good her legs were. Her clean, short toenails were painted with clear nail polish, and she was wearing plain black flip flops.

When Dawn turned around holding her cup of coffee, Jay quickly turned his head to the other side just so she wouldn't catch him staring at her and her sexy legs.

"Are you going back to the hotel?" Dawn asked as she started walking away from the counter. Jay followed.

"Maybe. Why?" He lied. Jay didn't want to go back to the hotel. If he stayed in his hotel room more, he'd only drown himself by thinking about Denise and their failed marriage.

"Just asking." Dawn said. She wanted to ask Jay if they could talk for a little while, but she didn't; she didn't want him to think that she was making a move on him or anything. The fact that she didn't know if he was married or not scared her, and that's the reason why she wanted them to stay there even for just a couple of minutes. She still didn't know Jay that well, and she wanted to get to know him.

"Oh," Jay replied. This was his chance to get to know Dawn. Did he really wanted to do this? He knew he did. "Well, we could stay here and chat for a while, enjoy the few hours we have left before we fly to New York tomorrow morning."

Dawn didn't want to turn him down. After all, they will be going to a new city tomorrow, maybe she could at least do something interesting in Florida before they left. "Sure, I like that."

Jay smiled and walked towards a table near the entrance and by the window. He helped Dawn take her seat by moving the chair away from the table, and when she was sitting on it, he gently pushed it forward. Dawn nodded at him as a sign of her thank you and he nodded back. He took the seat in front of her.

"So Dee, tell me more about yourself." Jay said as he put his half-full cup of coffee on the table.

Dawn took a sip from her own coffee cup before answering him. She then put it on the table, in front of Jay's cup. "My full name is Dawn Iris Ricard. My ring name, Scarlet, is my childhood nickname. My family and friends used to call me Scarlet because of my hair. People think I'm too white to be from Arizona, but I just tell them that my skin likes to be white and pale. And oh, I have a younger brother named Sam, who is eight years old - he's a big fan of you by the way."

Jay smirked; his smirk became a smile when he heard the last part. "Very interesting. Tell me more."

Dawn took a deep breath, and did what he asked her to.

Dawn told Jay how she wanted to become a soldier just like her father, who was a retired Sergeant Major in the US Army. She became a Diva after some agents for the WWE discovered her in one of her taekwondo matches, and then that was the start of her career. She was in the developmental territories for a few months before debuting on Raw in 2007 as a backstage host. She also told him that she could write on both hands, and sort-of had claustrophobia.

Jay took in every information. He stared at her pretty face as she talked, and he loved the way her plump, little mouth moved as she talked. When she decided that she was done, he felt like he knew her better now.

"Enough about me. How about you?" Dawn asked. She had done all the talking, and now it was time for her to listen.

Jay started talking about himself. His childhood, his friendship with Edge, and everything else he wanted Dawn to know. He described his love life, but he stopped himself from talking about it too much. He paused for a moment, frowned, and took his cup of coffee from the table. Dawn saw the sudden change of his facial expression, and as much as she wanted to know more about his love life, she didn't press him on. Dawn just allowed the silence to take over as she looked at Jay sip his coffee.

Dawn was about to open her mouth, when all of a sudden, the glass door of the coffee shop bumped into her chair, startling her and almost making her fall down to the floor. Jay panicked a little, and asked her if she was all right. She nodded. When Dawn looked behind her to see whoever was responsible for that rude action, she saw Stu smirking at her as Heath and Paul stood beside him in front of the counter. God, why did he had to be in every place I went to? Dawn thought to herself and looked away.

"Jerk." She mumbled.

"You and Stu seem to have bad blood just like Scarlet and Wade." Jay said in a disapproving tone.

Dawn just nodded, still irritated with what just happened. "Tell me about it. I think we should go back to the hotel now."

Jay nodded, even though he wanted to protest. "Yeah. Let's go."

And with that, Dawn and Jay got up from the chairs and got out of Starbucks. They hailed a cab, and they were silent during the whole ride. After the interruption by Wade and his men and Jay refusing to divulge his love life to her, Dawn didn't know what to say or do anymore. She wanted to know Jay a bit more, but Wade had to interrupt the moment and the topic of love had to ruin their perfectly good conversation. Guess Jay didn't have much luck in the love department either, Dawn thought to herself. But Dawn didn't get it - Jay was good looking, successful, and could sweep any woman off her feet with his charms. She was aware that he was starting to grow on her, and she didn't know whether that was a bad thing or not.

When they made it to the hotel, Jay paid for the cab fare and helped Dawn get out of the vehicle. They got inside the hotel and Dawn was about to get inside the elevator when Jay ran after her and grabbed her hand. When Jay tightened his hold on her hand, the pleasant friction of their palms made him feel at peace. Her hands were baby soft, too. Dawn liked the mix of softness and roughness of Jay's warm palm.

"You could at least give me your number before you leave me." Jay said, pouting a little bit and giving her the puppy eyes.

His straightforwardness and facial expression made Dawn smile; he looked so adorable. "Alright. Give me your phone."

Jay let go of her hand and took his phone out of his pocket. He handed it to her and once her hands were on it, she typed in her number and saved it. She then stood next to him. Jay looked at her with confusion, but she just shrugged.

"What are you doing?" Jay asked her as he scratched the back of his head.

"I want to take a picture with you, for my contact page," Dawn said, smiling. "Now if you could just bend down a little, you know I'm a dwarf."

Jay chuckled, and bended his knees. Dawn pressed the button, and then gave Jay's phone back to him. Her number was on his contacts now and so was their picture.

"Thanks." Jay said as he looked at his screen. Their picture amused him. She looked good even without make-up.

Dawn nodded and smiled at him. "You're welcome. Well, I have to go now. I still have to pack up my things. I had a great time with you today though."

"Me too," Jay replied, shoving his phone back inside his pocket. "Do you think we could do it again soon?"

Dawn looked up, and nodded. "Sure, yeah."

Jay was already feeling excited for their next detailed conversation and next coffee together. "Okay. I'll let you go pack now. I'll call or text you or something."

Dawn nodded. "Okay, you better."

And with that, Dawn started walking away from Jay as she headed to the elevator. When the doors opened, Dawn got in. She turned her head towards his direction before the door closed, giving him a smirk that he'll be thinking about for the rest of the day.

So, Jay was left there in the hotel lobby, smiling. Dawn managed to take his mind off things, even just for a little while. Dawn, on the other hand, was grinning widely as she stood in the elevator, thinking about Jay.

Author's note: I enjoyed writing this chapter. :)) Anyway, special shout-out goes out to Vital Info again, just because he's awesome. ;) Thanks to everyone else who reviewed this story - long or short, I don't care, all of them are truly appreciated! Don't stop sending them in, okay? I want to know what you think and I want to know if I'm doing a good job with this or not. What do you guys want to see in the following chapters? I already have a plot set in my mind, but with your opinion, you could change it or improve it. What are you waiting for? Go review my story now! And oh... Christian lost the World Heavyweight title right? But nah, I'm not going to follow that; this is my story, and I'm in full control. How do you guys feel about it? I know what I feel - mad, pissed, heartbroken... a whole lot of different emotions. :|

P.S. - I'm planning to write a one-shot about The Miz/Mike Mizanin and it should be up here soon. For those of you who love The Miz, you should read it once it's out! :D