Bradshaw was suffering from a hangover, something that he had not suffered from in a long time. Perhaps it was the lack of good sleep he never got after the dream he had about Krystina. He couldn't believe he was to the point of obsessing over the girl. He gingerly sauntered to the bathroom. His head was pounding like a bass drum and his stomach was acting up fiercely since it had been so long since he ate something. He took his clothes off and stepped into the shower hoping some cold water would snap him out of the state he was in. He was planning his itinerary in his head to keep him from thinking about Krystina. He would go eat breakfast, pack, and then meet up with Felicity, Farooq and Batista so that they could head to Charleston. Once he finished showering, he finished getting ready and headed to the cafeteria to eat.

Krystina had been up for hours as she pulled up to the parking space at the beach. She had eaten a light breakfast and made her way to Sullivan's Island, a beach in that area. She had wanted to go to the beach since she learned that they were performing in Charleston. She got out of her car and walked on the sand towards water. She took off her shirt revealing her black bathing suit top. She walked along the water, not caring if her flip flops and feet got wet. She pensively walked along the beach until she heard her named called,

"Benoit?" She looked up to see an African American man about her age, smiling at her. Her eyes widened in shock as it quickly dissolved into a smile,

"Holy Shit! Tommy, I haven't seen you since high school, how's it going?" She hugged him tightly. Tommy Johnson had been a friend and fellow football teammate of Krystina's in high school. He was one of the first guys to befriend her on the football team while the others didn't give her much of a chance. The high school football team was a political battlefield, especially in the south. Most parents would do anything for their kid to be a first stringer, especially if it meant stepping on other kids who were more talented than theirs. Luckily Krystina proved herself a more than adequate player who earned everyone's respect in the end. Tommy smiled,

"Goddamn it woman, you look good!" She laughed at her old friend's attempt at flirting. They both took off walking side by side as they caught up. Tommy had talked about his new wife and baby while Krystina talked about her wrestling career. When he noticed that she hadn't mentioned anything too personal he gave her a side glance,

"Has anyone stolen the heart of Krystina Benoit?" It was an innocent question, but it caused Tina to stop walking, frown and sigh,

"It's a long complicated story." Tommy stopped next to her, a serious and concerned look on his face,

"I've got time." She chuckled and recounted the long story of how she got into the APA and her and Bradshaw's complicated history. She was usually more cautious, but she didn't even realize that amongst the beachgoers blending in perfectly, were paparazzi who were furiously snapping pictures of the two of them.

Felicity Secoya was feeling lonely in a van full of men. She missed her best friend and was worrying about her. She decided to distract herself by surfing the web on her phone. She went on her favorite gossip site and browsed some stories that interested her. She was about to finish one of the stories until another link caught her attention. She clicked on the link and she read the title in horror: 'Krystina Benoit's New Love'. She read the article and looked at the pictures that accompanied the article. She saw the man in the picture and couldn't place him, but he somehow looked familiar. She couldn't believe that she would just dump Bradshaw and move on to another man so quickly. She locked her phone and put it away.

"Hey Felicity, May I borrow your phone? I'm not getting service in this area." She nodded unlocked her phone and handed it him. After a few minutes, a visibly upset Bradshaw handed it back to her,

"Never mind, I can always make that phone call later." Felicity looked at him curiously as he handed the phone back. She felt her stomach sink as she realized that she didn't close down the browser and he had seen the article of Krystina. She put her hand on his shoulder,

"Hey, it's a gossip site. Usually the shit they write isn't true." He shrugged his shoulders in defeat,

"It doesn't matter. She's moved on and I should too…" He glanced out the window and was quiet for the remainder of the trip.

Krystina grabbed her flip flops and walked back to her car. She couldn't believe that she had spent all day at the beach. She had spent all day with her friend Tommy, catching up on old times and the time had flown by. He had left a few minutes ago and Krystina had gotten her fill of being at the beach. She got in the car and drove back to the hotel. Once she got there, she parked the car and headed inside not caring that she was still only wearing her bathing suit top and shorts. She walked in to the hotel and greeted the desk clerk as she walked by. She ignored the looks she got from the men and women as she made her way to her room, lost in thought until she collided with what felt like a wall she crashed onto the floor,

"Ow! Why don't you watch where you're fucking go-?" Her yelling drifted off as she looked up and saw Bradshaw staring back at her. She cleared her throat painfully and put on a happy smile, "Oh! Hi John! How are you? How was your trip?" The tall Texan bore holes into her with his stare as he disregarded her questions. There was an uneasy feeling in the air as the two of them looked at each other with unspoken feelings. Breaking the gaze, Krystina got up and dusted herself off. She couldn't meet his gaze again so she focused on the floor. Finally Bradshaw broke the silence,

"Did you have a nice time with your boyfriend?" Taken aback Krystina looked up at Bradshaw,

"What are you talking about?" He felt his anger flare up,

"The man at the beach, there are photos of your date posted all over the sites. Krystina had a look of confusion on her face until it finally clicked. She was aggravated that he was butting into her life,

"He's an old friend from high school. We played on the football team together." She walked past him but turned around,

"And he's married and has a baby," She locked eyes with him, "I had hoped that you thought better of me, Boss." She called him by his old nickname she had for him to drive the point home of him knowing her for a long time. She turned back around and walked back to her hotel room. Bradshaw exhaled, mostly out of relief of the news but another part cursing himself under his breath. If this was his plan for winning her back, then he was doing a bang up job of it. So she hadn't moved on, that was good news to him seeing as he would not have to compete against other men to win her back. Forgetting the reason why he was walking in the direction he was going, he walked back to the room he was sharing with Farooq. He put his hands in his pockets as he walked back. He was walking to the room when he saw Torrie Wilson walking towards him. She smiled when she saw him,

"Hi Bradshaw!" She flashed a brilliant smile as she flirted, "Just the man I was looking for." She walked closer to him almost leaving no space in between their bodies. Bradshaw felt his throat go dry as she got closer,

"Hi Torrie, what's up? She giggled girlishly as she twirled her hair around her finger,

"I heard that Krystina broke up with you and I was wondering if you wanted a real woman to treat you right." She stepped in closer to where their faces were only inches apart, "I can make you feel things that she can't make you feel." She flashed her smile again and slowly leaned in to kiss him. Bradshaw put his hands on her chest and lightly pushed her back ,

"Sorry Torrie, but that ain't going to happen. I know you're doing this because you wanted to get back at Tina for beating you in the match. I'm not interested." He stepped to the side and walked away. Torrie Wilson stomped her foot in anger. She couldn't believe that he had refused her. All the wrestlers dreamed of dating her or having her for one night. He should have felt privileged that she had even considered approaching him. She sighed and walked off, so much for her revenge tactic. She had no idea that Felicity, who was hidden in the hall way, had seen the whole encounter.