The next two days went by quickly as Krystina anxiously waited for Monday to arrive. She wanted to go see Bradshaw to personally thank him for the flowers. She felt butterflies in her stomach as she imagined what his reaction would be when he saw her. Would he be mad at her for leaving? Would he be happy to see her? Or would he just walk away from her and want nothing to do with her? She sighed as loaded her suitcase and gym bag into the trunk of the car. She walked to the car and sat in the front passenger seat. She was accompanied by her mother and Daniel who was excited to see their Dad after a lengthy time away from him. They took off towards the arena talking to each other excitedly about the show.

Brock Lesnar was in his locker room pacing furiously. Tonight he would get his revenge and make an example out of the APA to everyone else in the locker room. He wanted to make sure he got the message out that he was the most important member of the company's roster and no one was going to underestimate and or disrespect him. He looked over towards his team of lackeys: Matt Morgan, Nathan Jones, and Big Show. He continued pacing as he drew out a plan,

"Here's what we'll do. Big Show and I are going to wear them down during the match. It won't take long and then we'll make them pay." Matt Morgan spoke up,

"What if the girl comes out to try to stop us?" Brock's cruel smile lit up his face,

"I'm hoping she will. She's the prime target and we send the message to the others through her. He chuckled cruelly as the four of them started hyping themselves up.

Bradshaw and Farooq were already there at the arena in their locker room warming themselves up for the match. The two of them tried their best to focus on the match knowing that Lesnar and Big Show were tough opponents. Farooq looked over at Bradshaw,

"I need you to focus on the match. I need you here to watch my back!" Bradshaw nodded,

"I'm here. I'm focused and we're gonna kick their asses." Farooq nodded in approval and smacked him on the shoulder,

"That's what I like to hear!" He excused himself as he headed out the door leaving Bradshaw by himself as he wondered if Krystina would come to the show and watch them beat Big Show and Lesnar. He continued stretching until he heard a knock on the door. He looked up and saw Felicity and Batista at the door. She smiled at him,

"Mind if we join you?" Felicity and Batista sat down on the bench in the locker room and watched as Bradshaw continued to stretch. Not enjoying the silence Bradshaw began to talk,

"So, I sent her the flowers. Do you think she got them by now?" Felicity nodded,

"I'm pretty sure she did John John. But I don't know if she's going to show up. She hasn't texted me or called me to let me know." Bradshaw nodded,

"I know." He sighed, "I just wanted her to know how I feel. At least it's all out in the open." Batista nodded,

"I know it hurts man, but right now Farooq needs you to focus on the match. Once you guys win then you can worry about finding her." Bradshaw nodded, taking in what Batista had said,

"You're right. I'll find or call Tina later and we'll see what happens." The official who was refereeing the match knocked on the door,

"Bradshaw, you guys are up next. Go ahead and head over to backstage." Bradshaw nodded,

"Ok. Thank you." Farooq appeared behind the official,

"All right let's go and kick some ass!" The APA high fived Felicity and Batista as they walked out the door and headed towards the ring for their match. Felicity had an uneasy feeling in her stomach as she watched the two men leave,

"Dave, I've got a really bad feeling about this." Dave wrapped his arms around his girlfriend,

"Everything's going to be fine. Don't worry." He planted a kiss on her cheek. Felicity smiled at him, but couldn't help shake the feeling.

Krystina walked into the arena with her bags and headed backstage after she said goodbye to her mother and brother who told her they would be watching the show from the front row.. She looked every in every room for her teammates but couldn't find them. She headed directly to the APA locker room and was met with Dave and Felicity,

"Hey." She smiled. Felicity's mouth hung open as she went into Krystina's arms and held her tightly. She held Felicity in her arms for a moment and then went to hug Batista. Felicity then slugged her in the arm,

"Don't ever leave us like that again! You nearly gave all of us panic attacks. Especially Bradshaw, he nearly had a heart attack." Krystina chuckled,

"I'm sorry, 'City," She called her friend by her nickname, "I just needed to get away, I had too much on my mind." Felicity shook her head,

"But you've got us to talk to, Tina. We would never make you feel like you shouldn't feel that way. You can trust us with your feelings." Krystina smiled and nodded sadly,

"Yeah, you guys are right. I'm sorry I won't do that again. Have you seen Bradshaw or Farooq?" Batista nodded,

"Yeah, an official just went and got them for the match. They're on the way to the arena." Krystina sighed,

"Damn, I wanted to see them before they left for the match." Krystina grabbed her gym bag and grabbed her APA clothes,

"I'm going to go change really quick. Can you guys turn on that television so we can watch the match?" Dave nodded as he grabbed the remote control and switched on the match. After a few minutes Krystina returned dressed in the black tights and halter top. She looked in her bag and found her APA baseball cap. She chuckled as she couldn't believe she still had the hat. She turned to her friend,

"Can you braid my hair into two French braided pig tails?" Felicity nodded as Krystina sat in front of her and handed her a comb from her bag. The younger diva started combing Krystina's hair and separating it into two parts. They were watching the match between The Right to Censor's and Billy Gunn and Road Dogg. The three of them cheered when Road Dogg went in for the pin and won. Felicity quickly braided the other diva's hair as she watched the match. Krystina quickly did her makeup as she listened to the announcers; Michael Cole and Jim Ross do some filler in between the matches. She listened to the crowd and felt a rush of adrenaline. The crowd was hot tonight and that was going to help the wrestlers do their best. When Felicity finished with the second pigtail, Krystina put her APA hat on backwards and sat and intently watched the match. She heard the APA's theme hit and the crowd go wild. She watched intently with pride as she saw her two teammates appear on the walk way to the ring, and saluting the crowd. She felt butterflies in her stomach but it was mixed with another emotion: dread. She turned to Felicity,

"Something doesn't feel right. I don't trust Lesnar at all." At that moment Lesnar's music hit and he walked into the ring accompanied by the giant Big Show. Krystina began to wring her hands nervously as the match began. Lesnar and Bradshaw locked up and began to throw punches. The two were fiercely fighting and Krystina knew why. Bradshaw blamed everything that happened between them on Lesnar and was going to make him pay. Lesnar hated Bradshaw and anyone who stood up to him. Krystina winced each time Lesnar landed a hit on Bradshaw. In agony, Bradshaw headed over to the APA's corner and tagged Farooq in. Once the tag was made Farooq locked up with Lesnar and Irish whipped him into the ropes. Before Lesnar could even get his back off the ropes Farooq clotheslined him over the ropes. Big Show climbed over the ropes and headed for Farooq. Lesnar jumped down from ring side and lifted the ring skirt on that was covering the ladders and chairs.

Krystina's heart was pounding furiously in anxiety. She kept her eyes glued to the television and couldn't help but say a little prayer in her head. She saw Bradshaw head over to Lesnar. When he was close enough, Bradshaw went in to punch him but Lesnar retaliated by grabbing him and pushing him into the metal stairs. Krystina screamed in horror at the television as she saw Bradshaw wincing in agony as Lesnar stood over him. Suddenly Lesnar looked over to a chair and up at Farooq, who was facing off with Big Show. He got into the ring and as soon as he saw Big Show take Farooq down, he placed the chair on the fallen Acolyte and ordered Big Show to climb up on the rope and slam into the chair. Farooq cried out in pain clutching his shin in agony. To Krystina's horror, Bradshaw slid into the ring attempting to save his partner when he was met with a metal chair to the head. The tall Texan crumpled to the floor unconscious as the bell rang signaling a disqualification. She screamed at the television as she saw that the APA's opponents weren't stopping the assault. Seeing enough, Krystina got out of her chair and turned to her friends,

"I can't watch anymore of this. Felicity, Dave, please go get my Dad, Kurt Angle and anyone else who can help. I'm going to distract them so that they don't hurt them anymore." Before her friends could object Krystina ran as fast as she could to the arena. All that was replaying in her head was Bradshaw falling in slow motion on to the mat with Lesnar standing above him. She picked up her pace as she ran into the arena. The cheers of the crowd were deafening as she ran into the arena. She climbed into the ring and stood in between Lesnar and Bradshaw. She stared down Lesnar,

"You fucking coward, can't even win a match clean! You have to resort to chairs and other illegal weapons." Lesnar chuckled darkly,

"This match wasn't about winning clean. This match was about getting revenge." Krystina shook her head incredulously

"They didn't do anything to you! I was the one who got in your face and threatened you." Lesnar's smile got wider,

"Precisely!" Krystina looked at him alarmed as the realization hit her. The guys were just a way for him to get her out here. It was a trap set for her. Her lover and Farooq were paying for her mistakes. She felt her fists ball up as anger boiled inside of her,

"I'm not letting anyone else pay for my mistakes anymore. You're going to pay for hurting those I love!" She lunged at Lesnar and hit him square in the jaw. He stumbled a few feet back holding his jaw. He touched his lips to see if he was bleeding and when he saw a little bit of blood he laughed. He then speared the young woman onto the mat and started landing multiple punches onto her face. Krystina could hear the crowd loudly booing as she tried to block her face from the multiple shots. Lesnar motioned over to Big Show to deal with Bradshaw. Since the blows stopped coming, Krystina looked up to see Big Show walk over to the fallen Texan with a chair. Ignoring the blood dripping from her face, she quickly crawled over to Bradshaw and held up her hand at Big Show.

"Paul, please! I know you're not really like this. You've always been so nice to me. Please don't hurt him, I love him. We'll offer you protection from Lesnar!" Big Show hesitated before Lesnar walked over to him and smacked him,

"Do as I say or you'll pay for it later!" Big Show looked over to Lesnar and then at Krystina. He gave her an apologetic look. He brought the chair above his head and aimed for Bradshaw. He brought the chair down and before it could hit the Texan, Krystina threw herself over him and the chair shot connected with her head. Lesnar joined in by stomping on Krystina as Big Show continued to throw chair shots at the two of them. With the room spinning, Krystina saw Farooq charging at the two opponents and she mustered the strength to get to her feet. Farooq took on Big Show as Krystina shakily ran towards Lesnar to try and connect another hit. Lesnar saw her coming and grabbed her by the neck pushing her towards the turnbuckle. She landed in a seated position against the turnbuckle. Lesnar continued with his attack on Krystina as he looked over to the crowd. They were booing him loudly with chants of "you suck" and "Coward" echoing through the arena. He backed up a few feet and ran at her, hitting her with his knee. Krystina's head hit the turnbuckle with enough force causing her to fall forward on her hands and knees. With her eyesight dimming she looked over at Bradshaw, who was still unconscious, "I'm sorry Baby. I tried…" Krystina Benoit heard someone call out her name as she collapsed and let the darkness claim her.