It had been years since Krystina had made the faithful decision to run into the ring during her father's match. Two years after the ring interruption, she found herself in front of the wrestling school, NXT. As Mr. McMahon promised, they kept an eye on her and taught her the fundamentals of wrestling; They were impressed with her and regarded her as a natural born talent . Unbeknownst to them her Dad had taught her moves years before she even decided to make her "entrance". At thirteen, she had nagged him so much that at one opportunity he and her uncle Eddie Guerrero took her down to a training ring at a local gym.

"Alright Tina," Her father called her by her nickname, "This is it; this is big people territory. I'm going to clothesline you and I want you to drop to the mat as hard as you can because you have to make the audience believe it. Uncle Eddie is going to show you how to hit the mat, so watch carefully." Krystina turned to look at the Hispanic man who in one graceful move fell onto his back with a loud thump. Krystina silently yelped to herself. She looked at her dad and then her uncle who got up immediately from the mat and was watching her with a small smirk on his face. She cocked her head up a little bit and looked her father dead in the eye. She knew what he was doing, she wasn't dumb. He was hoping to scare her from her dreams of wrestling in the WWE. She'll show him; she won't let him have the satisfaction of being right. She took a few breaths and spread her arms. Closing her eyes, she let herself fall backwards and land on her back. She felt her back sting due to the contact but she didn't say anything. She wouldn't let them have the satisfaction. She looked up at them and saw them nod their heads in approval.

"Alright Nena, let's go to work." Eddie helped her up and soon the three of them were working through the foundation drills. Hours later when she was done, she and her father bid Eddie a farewell and went home. Krystina started to really feel sore; she started limping and slowly made her way to the front door of the house. Chris chuckled,

"Are you alright?" Tina tried to hide her limping,

"Yes Daddy, I'm fine. Just a little sore that's all." She smiled, "Thanks for teaching me. I'll text Uncle Eddie saying thank you again." Chris smiled, showing his missing tooth, "That's my girl. Get upstairs and go soak in some hot water to relax those muscles." She nodded. Went into the house and greeted her mother, Nancy and her little brother Daniel. Nancy was not her "real" mother but she had raised Krystina from a young age that she regarded her as mother because her egg donor had completely abandoned her and wanted nothing to do with her. When her brother was born she was thrilled and would raise that boy as if he was her son. It was the least she could do after what Nancy had done for her. Krystina limped upstairs to the bathroom and shut the door. She undressed herself and ran the warm water. As soon as the water was at a warm temperature and the bathtub was filled she slipped in and relaxed. She could hear her parents arguing, although it was muffled. She knew what it was about but she hoped that her brother couldn't hear them. Little kids shouldn't hear their parents arguing, it's bad for the soul. She took a deep breath slipped under the water.

Ah, peace and quiet. She hated when they argued. Especially when it involved her; her mother didn't want her to join the wrestling business because she knew that wrestlers and divas usually do not have a good outcome in life.

She felt someone join her on the couch she was sitting on. She was daydreaming about the long road she had taken since her introduction to the WWE; the person joining her had brought the now twenty five year old to the present. She looked up and saw that bright, white signature smile that she knew so well.

"Hey John John" She smiled. The "John John" she was referring to was of course no other than John Bradshaw Layfield, part of one of the best tag teams that Krystina believed to exist in wrestling history. He was another of her dad's friends and was really a genuine and nice guy. For a reason unknown to Krystina, he had taken her under her wing and helped her learn even more about the wrestling business. They had grown close as friends and hung out together along with her best friend Felicity Sequoya , her boyfriend Dave Batista and Bradshaw's partner, Ron Smith also known as Farooq. Krystina messed up his hair, laid down on the couch and giggled inwardly. Bradshaw laughed and poked her gently in her side. The short haired, clean shaven man got down on his knees and leaned in so that their faces were close,

"What did I tell you about messing up my hair, woman?" Krystina smirked to herself as she feigned innocence,

"Why Mr. Layfield I don't remember you ever bringing up the issue of me messing with your hair." She caught him off guard by tracing her finger down his cheek and staring at him dead in the eyes with her big, blue eyes. Krystina giggle as she saw that his eyes widened at the contact and his breath hitched. John quickly regained composure and was fuming as he realized that she was playing him to take advantage,

"Yes, I did bring the issue up several times. Try me again and see what happens." Seeing that she put him in a bad mood she hugged him and squeezed tightly,

"John John I was just kidding. I'm sorry." Bradshaw's bad mood was instantly gone as they held each other until a voice cut through the silence,

"Am I interrupting something?" If looks could kill John Bradshaw Layfield would be a serial killer. He gave Felicity a damn-you-straight-to-hell-woman look. Felicity inwardly laughed. She knew Bradshaw had a thing for her best friend. He came around all the time and not for her and Dave's benefit but because he liked being around Krystina so much. She was just frustrated that her best friend was either too blind or dumb to see that she and Bradshaw could be a great couple. She snickered to herself. Krystina looked at her friend skeptically,

"What the hell are you concocting in that tiny little brain of yours woman?" Felicity feigned innocence,

"Tina I swear you don't know me well at all, do you? I was just coming to see you and here I come in seeing you and Layfield holding each other like the cover of some tawdry romance novel." This time it was Krystina's turn to scowl,

"God damn it Felicity, it's not like we're making out every single minute we're together UNLIKE a pair of people I know." Felicity blushed. Of course she had to bring up Dave Batista, her Achilles' heel. They had been dating for a year now and Felicity had to admit this was the happiest that she had ever felt in her life second to the moment when she first performed for the WWE. Regaining composure Felicity piped up,

"Well, maybe if you would pay attention to your surroundings, you might find someone who is more than willing to make out with you." Tina tucked her mid back length, black hair with thick pink highlights behind her ears,

"Really? There's no one here who I want to get in a relationship with. John John and I are good friends, and obviously I'm not gay so that rules you out and obviously Dave is out of the question because you're dating him!" Felicity shot a sympathetic look to Bradshaw who had a look like Old Yeller did when Travis shot him. Felicity held her hands up in surrender,

"Okay! As always Tina you win the case! Anyway I came into tell you that they booked you for a tag team match. They want you and your Dad versus Rikishi and Torrie Wilson." Krystina smiled,

"It's been a while since I've been in a match with Daddy. This is going to be fun. See you guys later." She left. Bradshaw watched her leave and sighed. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to see Felicity smiling down at him,

"Cheer up John. She'll come around soon or later." He shook his head,

"I hope so. It's really painful to be so close to her yet so far." The long, raven haired woman nodded,

"I know exactly what you mean. I had to wait three long years for Dave to come around. Also, Krystina helped him along too. So no worries, I'll help her along for you." Bradshaw smiled,

"Thanks." She waved and left. She ran into Farooq. He smiled,

"Hey baby girl, did you see Bradshaw?" She nodded,

"He's in that room. Go cheer him up, he's bummed about Krystina." Farooq nodded and went inside. He saw Bradshaw resting his elbows on his knees with his head down. He hated seeing his partner like this, ever since he took that girl under his wing and taught her everything he knows he has been depressed about Krystina. Farooq put his hands in his pockets and sighed,

"Damn."