Bradshaw's eyes slowly fluttered open as he turned to look over at his alarm clock which read 6:45 A.M. He then looked over to Krystina who was fast asleep next to him. A crooked smile came across his face as he buried his face in her hair. Without waking, she snuggled into his embrace,
"You smell so good…" She mumbled. He chuckled as he kissed the top of her head and let her sleep a few more minutes as his own eyes closed. When he opened his eyes he saw Krystina staring up at him, smiling when they made eye contact. She moved a stray hair on his forehead and moved it back in place,
"Good morning. We need to get up it's almost eleven…" He shook his head as he pulled her closer,
"No…" She laughed as she grabbed his pillow and smacked him,
"Yes! Now hurry up we got to go eat and then get a workout in before the show." He groaned as he removed his arms from her and she jumped up from the bed. He watched her with his eyes, memorizing every detail he could of her body. He got up and went to get his boxers until Krystina poked her head from the bathroom, "You're free to join me if you want." He nodded as he went to the bathroom and hopped into the shower with her. There were copious amounts of kissing and rubbing of body parts, and it would have resulted in round two of lovemaking but due to time constraints they were forced to reschedule for later.
Hours later, they found themselves at the arena preparing for the show. Farooq, Batista, and Felicity joined them in the APA's makeshift office which was only a door frame that led to a round table that they used for poker games. They were seated at the table playing poker until there was what seemed like an explosion. Everyone stood up as Felicity and Krystina screamed. Standing in the doorway were Nathan Jones, Matt Morgan, and Brock Lesnar. There was uncomfortable tension in the room as Lesnar walked over to them and flipped their poker table. The men started sizing each other in the room as Krystina and Felicity stood there, afraid to do anything. Suddenly Lesnar made his way to Felicity,
"Felicity Secoya, a pleasure as always to see you, baby. Why don't you do the smart thing and let a real man take you to dinner, not this loser you're dating." He went to grab her wrist, Dave moved forward to intervene but Krystina smacked Lesnar's hand away,
"Get your fucking hands off of her asshole!" Krystina stepped in front of Felicity and stood face to face with Lesnar. Matt Morgan and Nathan Jones laughed tauntingly as Lesnar stared her down, trying to instill fear in Krystina. She wouldn't show it if she was, but she was more concerned about him touching her and trying to play mind games with her.
"Who the fuck do you think you are? She and I were having a conversation. It didn't concern you." Krystina frowned, straight faced and with her arms folded against her chest,
"Lesnar, I've heard of your reputation with the ladies, and I don't think you really measure up to my standards. Batista on the other hand, fits them to a T. That being said, I suggest you and your little butt buddies leave or we'll kick your asses." Brock stared at her for a few more moments, still trying to instill fear in her, but relented,
"I'm watching you bitch. When you least expect it, I'm going to give you what you deserve." Bradshaw stepped up,
"No one talks to my girl that way, asshole. Now you heard what she said, get the hell out of our office." Lesnar chuckled,
"Ah ha, now it all makes sense! How much are you paying for her? It's probably more than she's worth." With a sudden movement Bradshaw punched him in the face sending Lesnar stumbling back a few steps. Jones and Morgan came up to their leader's aid ready to fight the others, but Lesnar held them back,
"Relax, we'll get them at Survivor Series." The three of them taunted the others as they left the room when they suddenly saw Chris Benoit standing in the doorway. He stepped up to Lesnar,
"No one talks to my baby girl that way. If I see you ever approach her, talk to her, or even look at her. You'll be dealing with me, buddy; and let's just say it won't be pretty." Lesnar snarled. He hated being out numbered. He walked around Benoit, but managed to slam shoulders with him, sending him a message.
After the others left, Tina turned to look at Bradshaw who was wincing and holding the hand he punched Lesnar with, she gently held his hurt hand to look at,
"You got him pretty good. Does it feel broken?" He shook his head,
"Just a little bruised that's all. Are you all right?" She nodded,
"Yeah, I'm fine," She turned to look at the others, "Is everyone else ok?" They all nodded as they sat back down at the table. Krystina looked down at Bradshaw's hand feeling guilty that she caused it,
"You know what? I'm going to get you some ice. It'll help with the swelling." Benoit nodded,
"That's a good idea. Bradshaw and I will join you, just in case those morons try anything." Bradshaw nodded in agreement as the three of them made their way to the infirmary. The three walked in silence. Bradshaw knew what was coming as did Krystina. Benoit was just trying to make sense that his daughter was dating a man who was slightly older than he was. After a few minutes of silence they reached the infirmary. The doctor on staff was attending to another wrestler, Kurt Angle, when he looked up and smiled when he saw Krystina,
"Hey Tina! What's up?" she smiled,
"Just came by to see if you have any spare baggies that I can have to fill with ice." The doctor frowned,
"What happened?" Krystina shook her head,
"It's not for me Doc, it's for Bradshaw. He protected me from Lesnar and his hand is a little swollen right now." The doctor nodded and went to the drawer with the sandwich bags,
"Well knowing Lesnar, he'll probably be showing his face around here in a little bit," He chuckled as he handed her the bags. Tina laughed,
"Oh yeah, knowing how hard Bradshaw can hit, I'll be surprised if he can make it to the infirmary," Tina smiled as she grabbed the bags from him, "Thanks Doc, don't know what I would do without you." The doctor waved away the compliment,
"Oh don't mention it. Besides, you take care of those two guys better than I can. They actually listen to you!" Krystina laughed and nodded, she waved goodbye to the doctor, Kurt Angle and then headed out the door. Without saying a word to her father or Bradshaw she walked over to the ice machine located across from the infirmary and filled it up with ice. She walked back to Bradshaw and placed the ice bag on his hand. He winced but looked down at her,
"Thanks, baby." She smiled,
"Bill is in the mail." She joked, but then turned serious again. Krystina looked at her father, "Daddy, if you want to talk to us, let's go outside so no tongues can start wagging around here." Benoit nodded as the three of them went outside to find a secluded area. Tina's mind was racing a million miles a minute as they reached their destination of the back parking lot. They sat in the grassy area and the two lovers looked at Benoit waiting to see what his reaction would be.