I had been wrestling for a few years. And for most of that time, I had been dating Randy Orton. Things were great. He was sweet, loving, romantic, things were perfect. Then, a few weeks ago things started to change. He was distant and cold, hateful at times. I had wondered what I had did wrong, beating myself up constantly thinking I had done something wrong.

Today was nothing new. Randy was just as cold today as he had been lately, if not a little more. Today I tried to cheer myself up by picking on the new guy coming in today. Dean Ambrose was new to the main roster and I got in on the hazing rituals. It was fun, while it lasted.

When I came back, Randy started yelling at me and telling me I was being stupid. He cussed at me and stormed out of the room leaving me alone crying. As I sit there I heard someone come through the door.

"Go away Randy," I cried.

"It's not Randy," a voice called. I looked up to see Dean Ambrose standing there with his hands up and a concerned look on his face. "Are you okay?"

"Does it look like I'm okay?" I yelled. Dean flinched, and I felt bad. "Sorry, this isn't your fault."

"You don't deserve that," Dean said as he sat next to me on the floor.

"You heard everything didn't you?" I asked in shame.

"Yes," Dean said as he patted me on the shoulder. "No guy should talk to his woman that way."

"He's treated me like that a lot lately," I said as I wiped my tears away. "At first he was like the perfect guy, and now lately he treats me like shit."

"I've heard things about him," Dean began, "but I've been told to keep them to myself."

"I won't tell anyone," I said as I looked him in the eye.

"You need to know these things, but I really don't know if I should be the one telling you. Hell, you don't really even know me. But you deserve better, and you need to know."

"Please, just tell me," I begged.

"I heard he cheats on you," Dean said after a few moments of silence.

I looked at the floor and sniffed, "So it's true."

"That's just what I heard," he replied. "I haven't seen it for myself, but I've heard multiple people say it."

I sighed, "Thanks."

"Don't thank me. You're a beautiful girl Michelle. You deserve so much better."

"You're sweet," I said with a smile. "Thanks for being here for me, even if I really don't know you."

"I know you, a bit, at least," he said softly. "I'm a big fan actually."

"Really?" I giggled.

"Yeah, you're my favorite of all the girls," he said. "You're a total badass in the ring."

I giggled again, "You're not so bad yourself. I've seen you in training. You're good."

"Thanks," he smiled, blushing a bit.

After a long pause I said, "I hope you don't mind the hazing. It was all in good fun."

"Oh, no, don't even worry about that," he laughed. "And hey, Michelle."

"Yeah?"

"If you need anything, and I mean anything, let me know."

"Well," I paused, "I will probably need someone to ride with. I think I have some business I need to handle."

"You need any help with that?" he asked.

"I think I got it," I said as I got up off the floor. "But I may need someone for moral support afterward. I don't want to bother anyone else. Hell, I hate bothering you."

"Trust me," Dean said, "it's no bother. It's an honor, really. If you need a ride, you got it. You can ride with me and Roman. I know he won't mind. And if you ever need a roomie, I'm your guy."

I hugged him, "Thanks Dean. You're really sweet. Can I get your number so I can text you if I need you?"

"Of course," he said as he stuck his hand out for my phone, then gave me his number. "Call me, text me, I don't care. If you need me. I'll be here."

"Thanks," I said, "I'm going to find him now. I'll see you later?"

"You can count on it," he said with a smile as he followed me out the door.

I knew what I had to do. It killed me, but I had to end it with Randy. I loved him so much, and he had my heart for all these years. But, I don't take cheating lightly. I'm not a fool, I'm not going to be mistreated or cheated on. I just wanted it to be over so I could move on, so I could heal. And it felt so damn good to have someone on my side.

"Randy, we need to talk," I said as I finally found him talking to some of the guys.

"Not right now, I'm busy," he brushed me off.

"I'm not waiting, we need to talk now, or I'll just tell you in front of everyone," I said in annoyance.

"Fine," he said, his voice full of hate. He followed me down the hall away from everyone else, and I spilled the beans.

"Randy it's over. I know what you've been doing. You've made a fool out of me for far too damn long. It's fucking over."

"What?" he yelled getting in my face. "You're breaking up with me?" He pushed me against the wall. "Bitch, you think you can break up with me? After all I did for you?"

"Hey!" a voice shouted, as Roman Reigns came down the hall. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" He pushed Randy back out of my face and grabbed my hand, pulling me lightly along with him. I was crying my eyes out by this time.

"Michelle, are you okay?" Roman asked as he took me to his personal room. "Did he hurt you?"

"No," I cried, "Who the hell is he? Like I just don't know him anymore!"

"What happened?" he asked sweetly as he went to get me some tissue.

"I broke up with him and he just attacked me. I know he has been cheating on me. Not to mention treating me like shit. I just couldn't take it anymore. What did I do to deserve this?"

"You didn't do anything, sweetheart," Dean's voice called as he came in the room.

"You didn't, you're a good girl. A girl like you deserves someone way better than that," Roman added.

"Roman, I told Michelle she can ride with us," Dean said as he looked over at Roman. "I hope you don't mind."

"No," Roman replied, "I don't mind one bit. Just stick with us. We'll keep you safe."

"Thanks guys," I said through the tears.

"I want to kill that son of a bitch," Dean growled as he watched me go into hysterics again.

"Well you can't you'll lose your job," Roman said to him. "And go to jail."

"That girl right there is perfect," Dean said to Roman as he jammed his finger towards me, "He can't get away with doing her like that."

"You think I'm perfect?" I said through the tears.

"I do," Dean smiled as he looked at me. And then I saw it, a look in his eyes I have never seen anyone have when they looked at me. It was like this pure adoration, or something more.

"Not the time Dean," Roman warned.

"What? The girl needs to know there's someone out there that thinks it," Dean said as he rolled his eyes.

"She just broke up with her boyfriend!" Roman nearly shouted. "Save it for later."

"You guys know I'm right here," I said as I wiped my tears away. "So can you tell me what the hell you're talking about?"

"I like you, okay," Dean said as his face turned red. "And, I swear, I didn't tell you what I did to get you to break up with him, I swear! I just saw you hurt and crying and I couldn't help myself. I thought you needed to know. You deserved to know."

"You told her he was cheating on her?" Roman yelled.

"Yes," Dean hung his head in shame, "yes, I did. Roman, she had to know."

"Look," I said as I looked between both of them, "I've suspected it for a while. Dean just confirmed it for me, and I appreciate it. And Dean, trust me, I know your intentions were well. I've already thanked you once, and I don't know if I'm ever going to be able to stop thanking you for it."

"You can trust me, Michelle," Dean said softly. "I'd never hurt you."

I raked my hands through my hair and sighed, "I believe you. Thank you, both of you. Thank you Dean for caring enough to tell me, even if I would have hated you for it when I found out your feelings. Thank you Roman for being there at the right time when I needed your help."

"Don't mention it. I'm not going to stand by and let a guy put his hands on a girl," Roman said.

"What?" Dean shouted. "That bastard put his hands on her?" As he said that he headed for the door, but Roman jerked him back.

"Don't," Roman warned. "I'm not letting you lose your job over that bastard."

"Neither am I," I said as I got up and pulled him back. When I touched him he seemed to lighten up, and I felt this little spark. And when that happened our eyes met in shock. Was this that spark people talked about that they felt when they were in love?

I had always found Dean attractive. From the first moment I saw him, I thought 'Damn, he's fine', but of course I had Randy and I scolded myself for finding another man attractive. Hell, I beat myself up about it really. But there I was, beating myself up for finding Dean, and the members of my favorite K-Pop group Big Bang, attractive, and Randy was out screwing god knows how many girls. And I thought I was in the wrong. Oh, how wrong I was.

"I hate to spoil your moment, guys, but dinner's ready and I'm starving," Roman said as he interrupted Dean and I staring at each other.

"Oh," I said as I blushed, "I'm not really that hungry."

"You have to eat," Dean said sweetly as he put his hand on my shoulder.

"You do," Roman said reassuringly. "Don't let him see you struggle. You don't show up for dinner, he'll probably be pretty proud of himself. Fucking asshole."

"Fine," I sighed, "I'll eat for ya'll. I'm also sitting with ya'll."

"Good," Dean smiled. "We'll protect you, sweetheart."

"Let's go," Roman said as he put his hand on my back and guided me out the door. Dean joined him and did the same.

The three of us walked to where catering had set up the food for dinner. I made myself as small as possible hoping no one really noticed me, fearing the whole locker room had heard about Randy and me breaking up already. I didn't really want anyone feeling sorry for me, and I had hoped Randy wouldn't try to spread some nasty rumors about me. I stuck by Roman and Dean as I got my food.

"Hey, Michelle," Sasha Banks, my best friend out of all the girls, called me over to her table. I looked between the guys and nodded them over with me. They agreed and followed me to Sasha's, currently, empty table. "Hey, what you doing with these guys?" she asked as we sat down.

"Randy and I broke up," I whispered to her.

She looked at me with a concerned face, "Oh, Michelle, I'm so sorry."

"Don't be," I said quietly. "I'm not."

"What happened?" she asked curiously, voice full of concern.

I sighed, "Well aside from the fact I've been getting treated like shit lately, he's been cheating on me. When I broke up with him he cussed me out, called me a bitch, and pushed me against the wall."

"Oh my god!" she hissed. "Did he hurt you? He didn't hit you did he?"

"No," I shook my head, "Roman just showed up at the right time and saved me."

"Thank god," she said as she looked at Roman gratefully. "I guess what's why you're hanging out with these guys?"

"Yeah they've been really sweet to me today. I'm gonna ride with them."

"You could ride with me and Becky if you want."

"Thanks, but I'm gonna stick with them. I promise you and I will ride together sometime though."

"Okay," she agreed. "I just can't believe that asshole did that to you. Like who would cheat on you! You're fucking gorgeous girl!"

"Aw, thanks. You know you are too," I said with a smile as I playfully pushed her arm.

"Hey guys," Becky said as she came to sit with us.

"Hey Becky," I said with a smile as she sat down.

"Why aren't you with Randy?" she asked curiously.

"We broke up," I said quietly.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Becky said with a frown. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's a long story and all, but it had to be done."

"Can I be honest?" Becky asked.

"Of course," I said to her.

"I've never really liked you being with him," she said with a hint of fear in her voice. Probably fearing I would be mad at her. "There's always so many things being said about him, things I've never liked."

"It seems there's been plenty said about him around here that never got back at me," I replied. "Honestly, I feel like a damn fool."

"You shouldn't," Dean spoke up. "It's not your fault."

"Yeah," Sasha agreed. "You were just too blinded by love to see any of the stuff going on behind your back. Too in love to hear the whispers. When you love, you love hard. No one can blame you for that, Michelle."

"I lied to myself for who knows how long," I sighed. "I'm just glad it's over now. I can move on, find someone who truly cares. Someone that will treat me right, not yell at me. Someone I don't have to walk on eggshells around." As I said this I peeked over at Dean shyly, he met my gaze and we quickly looked away from each other.

"So are you saying you're back on the market?" Becky asked.

"Maybe," I said, my eyes wandering. "I just don't want the next guy, whoever he may be, to be a rebound, or even think he's one."

"Are you open to dating another wrestler again?" Sasha asked.

"Of course," I smiled. "Unless Seungri or G-Dragon walk in here and sweep me away."

Sasha laughed, "Oh you'd love that wouldn't you?"

"Duh," I said with a laugh. "But you never know, my dream guy could be in this room right now."

"Anyone you have your eye on?" Becky asked. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Dean perk up, looking hopeful.

"Maybe," I shrugged. "But I think I may keep that to myself for right now. Keep him guessing."

"So he's close by?" Sasha said as she looked around us.

"Possibly," I said with a smile. Yeah, he was sitting right by me.

"Oh come on!" Sasha said, "You gotta tell me! I'm your best friend! I could hook you up with him!"

"I'll tell you later! I don't want to offend anyone at the table by not telling them!"

"Oh you can tell her," Becky said, "I know you're like sisters. It won't hurt my feelings."

"Yeah, tell her," Roman said. "She'll probably bug the hell out of you until you do."

I laughed, "Fine, I'll text it to you. And you so better delete it after. And no reactions that would give it away! I'll kill you if you do."

I pulled out my phone and texted Dean's name to Sasha. She got it and looked at her phone. Then she gasped and looked at me.

"Shut up!" Sasha said a bit loudly causing a lot of people to look at us.

"Shh!" I hissed.

"You have to tell him!" she hissed back.

"I will! Just give it a day or two."

"You'd make a cute couple!" she said. "Please let me ask him if he likes you!"

"No!" I said quicky. Even though I already knew how he felt. I felt bad talking about him and him being right there. Even though he had no idea I was talking about him.

"Oh come on!" she begged. "I would do it without letting him know you liked him!"

"No!"

Becky laughed, "Maybe you shouldn't have told her after all."

"I know right," I said back.

"Oh you're going to kill me, Michelle," Sasha whined.

"You'll be the first person who knows when I tell him, okay?" I bargained.

"Fine! But you better do it soon! You don't want no one snatching him up," she said.

"I'm sure no one will snatch him up within the next few days," I said as I rolled my eyes.

"You never know," she said as she took a bite of food.

"Ah, I have a good feeling about it," I assured her.

"I hope you're right," she replied. "I'm 100% behind you two as a couple. I'm totally willing to stand up to that jerk Orton with you."

"Thanks Sasha," I smiled.

"I'm behind you too," Becky smiled. "He shouldn't have done you the way he did."

"We're all behind you," Roman added.

"Damn right," Dean agreed.

"Thanks guys," I smiled as I looked around the table. Then I looked around the room and spotted Randy looking at me with a pissed off look on his face. He was pissed that I was sitting here with my friends smiling.

When we finished dinner the guys escorted me back to the womens' dressing room so I could start preparing for the show. I had a tag match tonight with Sasha against Naomi and Tamina. Dean and Roman joined me and the girls as we watched the nights matches until I had mine. I went out and wrestled a great match with Sasha. We won. After I got back stage, the guys and us hung out some more until the show was over. I went back in the locker room and got dressed, got my bags, and got ready to ride with Dean and Roman to the hotel in the next town for the next show.

I told the boys I'd take the back seat. So after they put our bags in the car, I got in the back and got settled in for the ride.

"No offense guys, but I'm gonna put my music in and chill," I said to them as we got going.

"None taken," Roman said. "You can plug it in the aux if you want."

I giggled, "I'm sure ya'll wouldn't want to listen to my k-pop."

"I don't mind," Dean said.

"I don't either, if that's what you want to listen to," Roman said.

"I know you guys are just being nice because of the day I had," I said to them. "Ya'll listen to what you want, or talk. I like my music loud anyway. So I'm just gonna put my headphones in."

"You sure?" Roman asked.

"Yeah," I nodded.

"Okay," he replied.

I put my headphones on, cranked up the music, and put my favorites list on shuffle. I shut out the world and listened along as I rested my head against the window. "Tonight" by Spica came on a few songs in. It was one of my favorite songs of all time. It always cheered me up when I listened to it. I smiled to myself and got into the song.

After the song was over, my phone vibrated. I feared it was a message from Randy but I saw it was from Dean. It read, "You have a beautiful voice" with a wink and a smiley face emoji. I quickly shut up and put my hand over my mouth. Oh my god, I was singing aloud. Not many people hear me sing in person, but what little people knew, I sang my theme song. Another one came in, "Don't stop, please. It's probably the best thing I've heard all day." He turned around and smiled at me. I blushed and smiled back.

I paused the next song that came on and took my headphones off. "Sorry about that," I said to them. My face was on fire.

"No! Don't be," Roman insisted. "You're amazing. I didn't know you could sing!"

"I sing my theme music, actually," I said to them. "Not many people know. I asked it to be kept secret."

"You should sing it live like R-Truth does," Dean said. "That would be so amazing."

"They've asked me to before," I said, then shrugged. "I have stage fright when it comes to singing in front of people, though."

"They've been asking me a lot lately, especially since I'm about to debut some new theme music."

"You should do it!" Roman said.

"Yeah," Dean agreed. "I would love to see you do that."

"I've been thinking about it," I noted. "I may talk to them about it tomorrow. Practice in front of everyone, see how it goes."

"We'll be there cheering you on," Dean said.

"Definitely," Roman agreed.

"Shall I sing it for you? Recently we just got permission to use it. It's a song by one of my favorite K-Pop groups 2NE1. It's called 'I Am the Best'. It's like my anthem."

"Yes!" they both agreed.

I pulled the song up on my phone, the version I had recorded, and sang it for them. I even danced along to it a bit. When I finished the guys clapped and cheered for me.

"That was absolutely perfect," Dean said. "You never cease to amaze me."

I blushed, "Thanks."

"You're really good Michelle," Roman agreed. "You've got to do it live."

"Thanks, I'm going to try," I said.