Author's Note: So I've decided I'm officially the world's worst updater! I'm so soo sooo sorry about the length of time it took to get this new chapter up! I hope that you're all still with me and haven't given up on this story due to my lack of regular updating ability! I want to give a massive thankyou to LegitElizabethWWEFan and ThexViolettexDove for their reviews and constant love & feedback for this story, you two are awesome! Also, everyone should congratulate and thank rhodesXmorrisonXorton, for it was her kind words and amazing review that prompted me to get back into writing for this story. Thanks also goes to those who alerted and favourited this story :)

Also, if everyone could do me a favour and check out my other two stories, 'Perfect Chemistry' and the Magic Mike inspired 'Little Slice of Heaven' it would be greatly appreciated. A review would be extra nice :)

On a side note, I haven't actually watched an episode of the WWE in quite some time, so I have no clue of the current storylines and feuds. Therefore this story won't be true to what's actually happening within the company at the moment.

And now... on to chapter 4 of 'I'm Bringing Sexy Back' I hope you all enjoy!

Sifting through the stacks of papers on his desk, Carlo let out a sigh and took a long sip of his black coffee. His boss was being relentless with this case and demanded that Carlo spend every waking moment investigating it. Carlo raked a hand through his dark hair, as he stared down at his newest piece of evidence, a 'change of name' certificate. Finally, he had it. After months and months of tireless research and breaking through legal barriers, he had one of the most important pieces to his puzzle. Now that he had the certificate, he knew. He knew that Sophia Giordano needed to watch her back, "let the fun begin," he said out loud, a sinister smirk gracing his dark features. It was time for Carlo Ganotti to do what he does best.

Backstage at Raw, Zack Ryder was preparing for his match against a heel Randy Orton. He laced up his boots in annoyance, once again, he was relegated to performing in a match which would be over in less time than it took for him to prepare for it. A squash match, a filler, a bathroom break, however it was worded by the WWE universe, Zack was becoming increasingly frustrated having to participate in pointless matches week, after week, after week. He longed for the days when he was tag-team champion, when he was the United States champion and when he had the sexy Rosa Mendes accompanying him to the ring. "Ryder, you're on in 5" a stage-hand poked his head into the male locker-room, prompting Zack to make his way towards the gorilla position where Orton was already waiting.

"Good luck out there kid," the Viper said cockily, knowing full well that he was going to win the thirty second match. Zack shot him a dirty look before his music began playing through the arena.

Walking down the ramp, Zack's mood shifted at the sound of the fans cheering his name. Despite his 'jobber' status, he knew that he was one of the most popular performers, and couldn't wait for the day when management realised that his popularity needed to be capitalised on. The sound of the referee calling for the bell penetrated his thoughts, as he and Orton began their match with a basic lock-up. Orton powered out of it, pushing away his opponent. Zack turned around to face the Viper, bracing himself for the RKO he knew was coming his way. The referee raised Randy's hand in victory, as Zack laid on the ring mat staring up at the ceiling of the arena.

Slapping hands with the fans as he made his way backstage during the commercial break, Zack's bad mood returned. He was sick of the way he was being treated within the company, but unfortunately, there was nothing that could be done about it. The sight that greeting him backstage definitely improved his mood. Sasha Moreno wearing a sparkling teddy and lace suspenders, just like something out of his fantasies. Sasha cleared her throat as Zack snapped out of his thoughts, "oh, hey… Sarah," he said with a slight smirk on his face, as Sasha raised her eyebrows.

"How many times do I have to tell you I'm sorry?" she questioned with a laugh. Ever since she had accidently called him Zane, every time they ran into each other, Zack had greeted her with a different name, "besides, you've already used that one like four times."

"Well, I'm beginning to run out of 'S' names," Zack admitted as Sasha shook her head, "maybe I'll just have to call you by your actual name, what is it again?" he said, which received a sharp slap on the arm in response.

"Oh shut up," Sasha laughed, "anyways, my segment is about to begin, I'll catch up with you later," she said. Zack walked away from the Italian American Diva, with his mood having been lifted after their back and forth banter.

The sound of the Pussycat Dolls' song 'Buttons' filled the arena as it was cloaked in darkness. Sasha walked out onto the stage as she was illuminated by a single spotlight. She dropped her sheer black robe from her shoulders onto the floor, flashing the crowd a sensual smile. Slowly she walked down the ramp towards the ring, swaying her hips as whistles rang throughout the crowd. "firstly, in case you don't already know who I am, let me introduce myself," Sasha spoke clearly into the microphone she received from Justin Roberts once she had entered the ring, "I am Sasha Moreno and I'm not very happy," she said in a firm voice, "you see, last week, I was subject to a vicious attack by your favourite, All-American Diva, Kelly Kelly, she sneered at the mention of the blonde's name, as the video of the girls' encounter replayed on the Titantron.

"And the aftermath of that attack wasn't very pretty," Sasha continued, with a downcast look and a pout of sadness, "as a result of Kelly's careless actions, I was left with this!" she said pointing to her left eye which displayed a faded bruise, carefully applied by the WWE's makeup artists prior to her promo, "this monstrosity! Someone with a face like mine doesn't deserve to have it tainted in such a way," Sasha said, slowly pacing the length of the ring, "and I'm sure you'll all agree."

"Kelly's actions need to have consequences! This injustice cannot continue, I deserve better. All of you people deserve better, after all, why should you be forced to watch my suffering?" Sasha questioned, as the audience began to boo at her drama queen antics. "So Kelly, next week on Raw, I will make you pay. But luckily for you, anything that I do will improve your… unfortunate looks. In fact, you should consider it a privilege I'm willing to donate my time to you," she said with finality. Sasha handed the microphone back to Justin who was watching her wearily, the memory of her slapping him still fresh in his mind.

The crowd continued to boo Sasha as she exited the ring and made her way backstage. Walking into the Diva's locker-room, she opened her baby blue canvas duffle bag, looking forward to being able to change out of her tight, corset-style teddy. She was confronted by a single red rose, a white envelope tied around the long stem. Puzzled, she asked Alicia Fox who was straightening her hair if she'd seen anyone place the items in her bag.

"Sorry hun, I've been in here basically all night, apart from a trip to catering, and no-one's been near it," Alicia apologised.

Alicia's response caused a wave of confusion to wash over Sasha. She undid the twine which held the envelope to the flower. Ripping open the seal, Sasha found a grainy Polaroid photo. The colour drained from her normally tanned face when she realised that the photo was from last week when her and Maryse were sunning themselves by the pool. Quickly flipping it over, she read what was written on the back in harsh, black lines.

Roses are red.

Violets are blue.

We know who you are.

And we're coming for you.

X

Reading the chilling note signed with only a single 'x', fear quickly filled her body. "Sooo… secret admirer?" Alicia enquired, a smile plastered on her face, though it soon turned to a frown of concern when she noticed Sasha's horrified expression, "are you okay hun?" Alicia asked worriedly.

"Huh? What, um yeah," Sasha replied, distracted, "uh, I'll talk to you later Alicia," gathering up her bag, she raced from the locker-room, leaving the Foxy Diva staring after her wondering what had just transpired.

Reaching her car, Sasha quickly threw her bag in the passenger seat, before strapping on her seatbelt and locking the doors. She let out a shaky breath, before speeding out of the arena car park. They knew. They knew and there was nothing that she could do about it.

Author's Note: So what did everyone think? I hope it was worth the wait! Please leave your thoughts, opinions, likes/dislikes in a review. Constructive criticism is highly appreciated. Who knows, next time it could be your review which inspires me to get out the next chapter of this story! :)