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"Chrissy, what's the word for when you like want to do something, but you can't do it, but then you really, really want to?"

"Ria, I don't even know what the hell you're talking about," Chris told her, chewing on his gum as he flipped through some guitar magazine that he had brought with him.

"But I don't know what the word is so I can't tell you what the word is," she whined.

"Well then I can't tell you what the word is because you don't know," he said, looking up from his magazine to peer at her from over the top of his sunglasses. "You're going to have to figure out a better way to explain it if you want me to help you think of the word you want to use."

Maria flopped herself down next to him, kneeling as she leaned over his shoulder and looked at his magazine. "What're you reading?"

"Nothing that would interest you," Chris replied.

"You don't know that," she protested, then pointed at a guitar. "Ooh, that's pretty. It's pink and it has a flower on it, I like that."

"That's nice," he said, then looked at her. He smiled and tucked a piece of her flawless hair over her shoulder. "Don't you have that interview shortly, shouldn't you go get ready for that so you don't forget what you want to say like last time?"

"I didn't forget," she reminded him. "It just took me a few extra seconds to remember what it was that I had to say, but I remembered it all."

"Come on Ria, we don't want you to be late," he said, getting up off the couch and tossing his magazine on it. "I'll walk you there and then I guess I can stay and watch."

"What else would you do?" she asked with a cute shrug. He shrugged back and wrapped his arm loosely around her waist. She leaned her head on his shoulder, it be the perfect height for doing that. She ran her hand up and down Chris's back as he sighed a little. She had really great hands. They walked down the hallway to where the interviews were held and Chris let her go do her thing as he leaned against the wall to watch her.

A make-up girl came up to Maria to apply some powder on her nose so it wouldn't shine when the lights were on her. Carlito came over at just about that time to do the interview with her. She was busy flouncing her hair back and forth and he walked up to her. He had been distracted for the past week trying to think of ways to get Trish to stay. He really enjoyed her company, and he felt like he was just starting to get to know her, and now she was leaving.

And every little bit of herself that she revealed to him left him wanting more and more. She wasn't just a pretty face and that was such a hard thing to find in this business. He looked at Maria for a second to attest that assumption. He glanced at her boyfriend and knew that Chris had to be with her because she was pretty and not because of her personality or God forbid, her intelligence. He couldn't really respect Chris for that, but that wasn't his decision to make. But Trish was the opposite, she had even been in medical school, which meant she was going to be a doctor or something, and you had to be smart to do that.

"Are you ready?" the director asked as he turned to his cameraman to makes sure that he was ready to start filming.

"Yeah," Maria chirped happily as Carlito nodded.

"Okay, we are on in three, two, one…"

"So Carlito, we're here to talk about your match," Maria said, screwing up her face a little, "against Johnny Nitro, are you scared?"

"Do I look scared?" Carlito asked.

"Um…I don't know what you look like when you're scared," Maria scared. "I know what I look like when I'm scared though. It's kind of like this…" Maria pretended to act scared, opening her mouth in a wide "O" of surprise and shrinking back.

"Um, that's nice," Carlito said, looking a little strangely at the girl. "Okay, you can quit it now."

"Oops, sorry, sometimes I get carried away," she giggled.

"Yeah, you could be in a horror movie or something," he mentioned dully.

"No way, everyone dies in those things, and I like life," she said perkily with a cute shrug of the shoulders. "But are you ready to take on Johnny Nitro later?"

"Of course I'm ready to take him on! I'm ready to take him down and get my belt back," Carlito said.

"And what about you and Trish Stratus, you've been seen hanging out a lot lately, is there anything to that?"

Carlito gulped a little bit and then put forth his best winning smile. "Trish is cool. She's fun to hang out with, not much more to say than that is there?"

"I guess not, I mean, you could say more if you wanted to, but you don't have to. I don't know if that makes sense," she said, scrunching up her nose.

"Okay, and we're done people," the director said. "Maria, stick around, we want you to do an interview with Edge later."

"Okie dokie!" she said happily as she looked to Carlito, who looked to be deep in thought. She studied him, taking in his face and wondering just what he was thinking about. She kind of zoned out at this point, since she was Maria and everything.

Stephanie walked up to this scene, taking notes as it pertained to the show itself. She knew that Maria had just finished up her interview and checked that off the list. She had thrown herself into her work as of late, and there was probably no stopping her at this point. Her life was now just her work, and that was fine with her. She was going to make this the best show of anything that was out there right now.

"So does she have the questions written out on her hand or anything?" Stephanie asked casually of Chris.

He pretended to laugh, grabbing his stomach, "Oh, you're just so clever Stephanie, did you come up with that zinger on your own?"

"Yeah, which is more than I can say for that girlfriend of yours," Stephanie said, glancing at Maria, who appeared to be zoned out. "What's wrong with her, are her hairspray fumes rendering her stupid? Oh wait, way to late for that huh?"

"Oh come on Stephanie, at least she's got a lot going for her, I mean, she does have me on her arm after all."

She gave him the once over, "Yeah, just add that to the pile of cons."

"I'm not saying she's the smartest thing in the world, but you don't know her okay?" Chris said, starting to get defensive over his girlfriend, and he didn't even know where this was coming from. It just kind of was coming out of his mouth without him being able to stop it completely.

"No, she really isn't the brightest lemon in the barrel…"

"Look, if you came around here just to insult my girlfriend, don't waste your time okay, because whatever you have to say is just a lame bunch of bullshit," Chris snapped at her as he went back to chewing on his gum and looking at Maria, who did look really spaced out as she stared blankly at Carlito.

"I'm just saying," Stephanie said. "I mean, everyone is wondering why you would be with someone like her, I guess I'm just the only one who has the nerve to actually ask you what you're doing with her."

"Oh, wow, you're so incredibly special," Chris said sarcastically. "Stephanie McMahon is the only one with guts around here, the only one to ask. Here, here's your answer, mind your own damn business about why I'm with my girlfriend, how's that for a reason?"

"I was just asking, I mean, everyone wonders."

"Well everyone can shove it up their asses too, you can be first in line in fact, how's that?"

"I'm just saying, I mean, she's barely an interviewer, I don't know why my Dad keeps her on, she's not much of a wrestler, she's just…she's just kind of there."

"Same could be said of you," he countered.

"Now that's not fair," Stephanie told him, "I work hard around here to make sure the show goes off without a hitch. I do my best around here. Just because I'm calling out your floozy of a girlfriend doesn't mean you get to mock what I do."

"How about I mock you because you're calling her a floozy?"

"Shut up," she told him. "I don't even know why you want to be around here anyways, you're the one who left, and yet, here you are. You just stand around here, I mean, you serve no purpose either."

Chris rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses. "If you came around just to bug me Stephanie, you've succeeded, you may go now. I come around because I want to spend time with my girlfriend and I have other friends backstage, thankfully I don't count you among them."

"Well, I don't count you among my friends either," she shot back. "I was just trying to strike up a conversation, nothing more to it than that."

"You're annoying."

"So are you."

"No wonder you don't have a boyfriend, nobody would put up with you."

Stephanie frowned and turned away. "Shut up you asshole." She stomped off and Chris watched her leave, chomping on his gum. Every time he talked to that woman she infuriated him until he said something that always made her leave. He shrugged as he turned back to Maria, who was still staring at Carlito. He ran a hand through his hair and pushed his sunglasses up his nose as he wandered over to where his girlfriend was being creepy.

"You love her!" Maria said finally, scaring Carlito who had been looking over a script for the show. He turned to Maria and she grinned, "You told me that I was wrong, but I'm not wrong, you love her!"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Carlito protested.

"Oh, you do, I can tell, I knew I could tell, I knew it, I knew it!" she said, bouncing up and down.

"What did you know babe?" Chris asked as she strolled up to her and wrapped an arm around her slim waist.

"I knew that Carlito was in love."

"Look, come with me," Carlito said, grabbing Maria's hand and dragging her back to his locker room. Chris trailed behind, trying to grab Maria back, but Carlito was pulling her too fast. She almost tripped over her stilettos a couple of times before Carlito practically pushed her into his locker room. Chris glared at the man as he stood up to him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Well if your girlfriend didn't spout off at the mouth, I wouldn't have done that," Carlito said.

"What is with people insulting my girlfriend?" Chris asked. "Look, don't do that again or your face meets my fist."

"Just get your ass in here," Carlito said, pushing him as Chris stumbled into the room. He went and sat with Maria, who was doing some kind of dance in her seat. Carlito looked both ways before closing and locking the door.

"Carlito loves Trish," Maria told Chris. "I didn't think so after what he told me before, but then when I was looking at him, and he was staring at the page, I knew, because he sounded like he did when I interviewed him. You love her, don't you Carlito?"

"I don't love her," he insisted.

"I know now though!"

"I may…like her," Carlito said slowly, drawing out the words.

"I knew it!" Maria exclaimed, throwing her arms around Chris's neck. "Did you hear that Chrissy? I knew it all along, I was right!"

"I heard Ria," Chris said, smirking in Carlito's direction. "So the man they call Caribbean Cool wants to show Trish his palm tree and coconuts, nice man, I mean, every guy and their father has been trying to get into those pants. If you can do it, go for it. Nail that blonde."

"That's not it at all," Carlito said, giving Chris a look.

"Oh of course not," Chris winked over his sunglasses. "If you want my advice on how to get her, you can never go wrong with edible body paint, I prefer the caramel-flavor myself…extra tasty."

"That's not what I want to do you pervert," Carlito said. "I want to get her to stay."

"So you can nail her."

"No, no nailing, no hammering," Carlito said, frustrated with Chris. "I just want her to stay, she's thinking about leaving."

"Really?" Maria asked. "That's news to me…or is it? Chrissy, is that news to me? Did I hear that before?"

"You never heard it Ria."

"Oh, okay, I thought I might've, but then I forgot," she smiled. "Do you want us to help you make her stay? I'm full of super ideas."

"You'd…help?" Carlito asked, not sure if he wanted their help, but what could he do, he was at a loss for what to do. These weren't the two people he'd go to for advice. Maria was on the ditzy side and Chris was on the cocky side, but they knew the situation and he could use some help.

"We'd help?" Chris asked. "I don't think I signed on for that Ria."

"Chrissy, be nice, we don't want to be rude Guses," she told him with a pouty face, sticking her bottom lip out. He frowned and nodded to her. Maria brightened instantly. "We'll help you Carlito. Don't worry, Trish won't leave, she couldn't with our three heads together. You know what they say, three heads are better than one head!"

Carlito wasn't entirely sure they were three heads, maybe two and a half with Maria's head. But he nodded, "Okay then."

"Great! She won't even want to leave when we're done with her!"

Carlito wasn't exactly confident.