She made her way backstage. She had spent the last two hours in hair and makeup. She had checked herself in the mirror and loved what she saw. She looked at least presentable for the show tonight. She adjusted her long, tight pants. She always wore tasteful clothing. Her parents raised her to dress modestly and to not let it all hang out. She had to fight Vince on this because he wanted to always put her in skimpy clothing, and put her in bra and panties matches against the other Divas.

"Hell no! I am not going to wear any slutty ass clothing to the ring. I'm not like those other girls. I want to be admired for my skills on the microphone and the ring. Not for my big tits and ass." Vince got in her face,

"You do what I say or I'll kick your ass out of the company." She held her ground,

"Go ahead and do it! See how merchandizing for the Divas go under. My t-shirts are the highest grossing merchandise among the divas and hell comes third to John Cena's. Plus you'll see women disappear from the audience. They come to see me and bring their daughter's to the ring so that they can have a role model to look up to." She made eye contact with Vince and saw that he was silent and looking dead at her. That was what told her that she really has his attention. She sighed,

"Look, if you have to make me be sexy a few times every so often, go for it. But please don't destroy this character that I've created. I've worked too hard to get her where I want her to be." Vince chuckled,

"You know, I never had a Diva argue with me before and win. You've got a deal. You can wear what you want, but please…make it look good." She stuck out her hand and they shook,

"You've got a deal sir."

Krystina smiled as she recalled the memory. That was the first time she had ever really stood up for herself . She honestly meant what she said to Vince. She remembered watching WWE as a little kid and always complaining about the women wearing the skimpy clothing and promised her mom Nancy that when she became a Diva that she wouldn't wear those types of clothes. She continued walking down the hall when she spotted Bradshaw and Farooq. She gave them a small wave, "See you guys after the show!" They both nodded as they watched her walk by. Bradshaw called after her,

"Want to hang after the show?" She looked back as she continued walking,

"Of course I do!" She smiled and waved bye again. He smiled after her. Perhaps he could get everyone to hang out at the hotel where they could have a good time. He went around looking for Felicity and saw her sitting on Dave's lap with her head resting on his forehead and they were both laughing. Dave acknowledged Bradshaw which caused Felicity to turn around and smile,

"Hey Bradshaw!" He smiled and waved, "So I was hoping after tonight's show we could back to my place, hang out, play some poker, how does that sound?" Dave looked at Felicity who nodded,

"That sounds awesome, we'll be there!" John nodded in relief,

"Oh good! We'll meet back here after the show." They said goodbye to each other as Bradshaw left. Well at least with everyone there it won't be as awkward.

Krystina reached the area where she needed to be to make an entrance. She saw her father standing there, "Daddy!" he turned and smiled when he saw her,

"Tina!" She hugged him, "how's my baby girl?" She giggled,

"Everything's fine Daddy. I'm just happy that I get to have a match with you that's all." He nodded,

'Me too doll face." Benoit's music came on and he turned to her, "Well let's rock n' roll." He went through the curtain and the crowd came alive. She felt butterflies come alive again. She was always nervous going out there. She said a quiet prayer that everything goes well and that everyone walked away unharmed. A Day To Remember's song Sticks & Bricks came on. The crowd went wild. She took a deep breath in and jogged out. She started head banging on the stage, and then threw her hands in the air. She ran down the ramp and into the ring where she went to each turnbuckle and did her salute. Each side of the arena greeted her with cheers. The Benoits got on their side of the ring while they waited for their opponents.

Bradshaw and Farooq were playing poker in Bradshaw's hotel room while paying attention to Krystina's match. Honestly, Bradshaw could not pay attention to the game because he was watching Krystina's match intently. She was working the ring well, and destroying Torrie Wilson. Hell, she even went a few rounds with Rikishi; she wasn't scared. He felt pride well up in his chest as he had helped her refine her skills.

"Ah, hell you're doing it wrong! You're going to hurt yourself and your opponent by holding them like that!" He yelled at her. By that point he was growing fond of her because she wasn't a dandelion Diva that would cry because someone was yelling at her. She would yell back and fight harder and that was what he liked: someone who could hold their own,

"Sorry Boss. Let me try again." She performed the move again, this time she nailed it. He smiled in approval,

"All right now you go it." Bradshaw gave her a high five and she high fived Farooq in victory; Bradshaw saw that she was proud of herself and was growing confident in her skills. He was glad to see her happy since most of the time she would be groaning in frustration even yell when she didn't get the moves. Now she was giggling and smiling a big smile. He felt his heartbeat quickening and he mentally yelled at himself. There was no way that he should be having feelings for a nineteen year old. Her father would kill him and not to mention he would become a social pariah. She looked up into his eyes and smirked,

"All right then Boss, how about you versus me?" Ron laughed at her incredulously,

"Ah, shit Bradshaw she called you out!" Bradshaw laughed at her gutsy challenge,

"I don't know little girl I don't think you can handle me." She chuckled,

"Well it's okay to admit that you're scared you'll lose Boss." Bradshaw let out a belly laugh. The girl had a mouth on her like no woman he had ever met.

"All right one on one, you and me." She smiled as they both got into their ready position,

"Hey Boss?"

"Yeah?" She brought her fists up,

"Don't hold back."

The crowd's reaction to her finisher caused him to come back to the present. He saw Krystina go in and pin Rikishi for the win. He chuckled when he recalled the conversation about her finisher,

"Well, what are you calling your finisher?" She rolled her eyes,

"I already told you, The Bitch Stopper." Bradshaw frowned,

"Well why the hell are you calling it that?" She threw her arms up in the air in frustration,

"Because, it stops bitches in their tracks!" The two men couldn't help but laugh when seeing this young girl dressed in an APA tank top and yoga pants with her hair done in braided pigtails gave that explanation. Bradshaw shook his head, laughed and concentrated on the game. About two hours later, later, There was a knock on the door,

"Come in." Farooq called. The door opened with Felicity and Krystina giggling and joking around. Krystina made her way to Bradshaw and sat on the chair next to him. Farooq frowned,

"Where's Dave?" Felicity shrugged,

"He said he's coming later, he wanted to freshen up and told me to go on without him." Farooq nodded, showing that he understood while Krystina turned her attention to Bradshaw,

"So how did I do John, John?" Bradshaw high fived her,

"Girl, you killed it. You made the APA training you got all those years ago look really good." She blushed at the compliment. Bradshaw always was so supportive of her,

"Well you know I had some great teachers!" Farooq nodded. Felicity's face lit up,

"Hey, how about we play some poker?" Everyone agreed eagerly. Krystina frowned and looked around,

"Wait but we don't have any beer or cigars…" Everyone groaned in frustration until Krystina chimed in again, "I know! Felicity and I will run to the store and we'll be right back!" Krystina grabbed Felicity's hand and they ran off to her car, and drove to the nearest store. They grabbed a cart and walked to the liquor aisle. Felicity watched her as she looked at the packs of beer that they were selling. She smirked,

"So what was that hug all about earlier today?" Krystina looked at her,

"I pissed him off by teasing him so that's how I apologized." She decided to push a little harder,

"Sure…" to her amazement Krystina blushed. She had never seen her friend blush before. Felicity helped her friend pick up the two large packs of beer. Felicity sighed,

"Tina, we're friends right?" The other diva nodded,

"Of course Felicity, you're my best friend." Felicity took a deep breath. Here's goes nothing,

"Would you date John?" She saw Krystina's brow furrow. She saw pain in her eyes that Felicity didn't think that the question she just asked would cause. Krystina sighed,

"Felicity, why…" The other Diva cut her off,

"It's just a question Tina, it's girl talk!" the other diva turned to look at her,

"He would never go for a girl like me. Have you seen the other Divas? They're the types he probably likes and will date. Not to mention he's at least ten years my senior…" She looked down at the floor and a certain memory came to her mind.

"Ow, fuck that fucking hurts!" She cried out and sat down on the gym floor. Bradshaw ran over to her,

"Tina, let me see." She held out her hand and he delicately cradled her hand in his with her palm facing up. A blister had formed on her hand and had busted open. Farooq handed him the first aid kit. He motioned for her to follow him into the bathroom nearby. He picked her up and put her on the sink,

"All right, let me see your hand." She obediently held her hand out and he ripped open an alcohol pad and started cleaning the blister. She looked up at him. He was intently cleaning her blister and did not even notice her watching him. His shiny, black hair was hanging over his face. She smiled warmly. She loved this man who was her mentor, protector and friend. Suddenly he looked up and saw they locked eyes. Krystina felt the color creep onto her face and quickly put her head down. Bradshaw smirked but didn't say anything. He finished by putting a band aid on her hand, "Well you're good to go!" She smiled,

"Thanks Boss, back to drills right?" He chuckled,

"That's right! Get your ass out there."

"So you do like him or not?" Krystina snapped,

"FOR FUCK'S SAKE CAN WE STOP HAVING THIS MIDDLE SCHOOL GIRLY CONVERSATION?!" Felicity looked around and thanked her stars that no one was around when her friend yelled at her,

"All right geez, sorry!" she couldn't help but smile as her friend walked deeper into the aisle because she got the answer that she wanted. Oh yes, Krystina Benoit was smitten with Bradshaw.