Vivienne paced around the hallway, biting her thumb. She'd promised herself once she got away from Dean Ambrose finally, she was done. Never going back. Never even considering it.

But despite the way she and Bryan were towards one another, despite the fact that he obviously hated her, didn't want her to be a valet for him or Team Hell No, she still loved him. Beyond reason, sadly. And all of her attempts to show him, well...

If they'd worked, he'd be with her, now wouldn't he?

She was about to go and find Dean and offer herself up when Kaitlyn rushed into the small closet like room that Layla said she'd seen Vivienne go into, and shut the door, locking it behind her.

" Let me out, K." Vivienne said in a numb and quiet voice as she bit her thumbnail again.

" Hell no. You are not doing what I think you're about to go and do. You said when you got away from him after that last time he almost killed you, Vivienne, you were done. You promised, you swore to me. I'm not going to go to your funeral. Why in the name of God would you even consider it?"

" Because if I don't, he's going to go after Bryan. He's completely snapped, K. I'm scared that if he goes after him... And anything that happens will be my fault. God, why in the hell did I ask to valet for him?"

Kaitlyn hugged her best friend and said quietly, " Either way, I'm not letting you out of this closet. There is no way in hell I'm letting you risk yourself again like that. Even if it's one of the most completely un self motivated things I have ever seen you do."

"Ha. Imagine that. I fall for a guy, finally, and a normal guy, a slightly more sane guy.. And naturally, he hates me on sight." Vivienne said as she laughed a hollow laugh, looked at her hands.

" He doesn't hate you." Kaitlyn said quietly as she looked at her best friend and then said quietly, " AJ sort of told him what you told her... you know, about him?"

" The literal fuck did she go and do that for? I only told her to tell him the other stuff, not that part. Oh great, this is just getting more and more fucked up by the second, now isn't it?"

"Calm down, Vivienne." Kaitlyn said quietly as Vivienne turned and then took a deep breath. " I can't wait on him to save me. I have to do something to get myself out of this."

The look in her eyes sort of freaked Kaitlyn out. She'd seen Vivienne actually fight Dean before, and it hadn't been pretty. When they'd both finished, they'd had blood all over them. And they wouldn't have stopped if people in the locker room hadn't stepped in and pulled them apart.

The night all of that happened was the last time Kaitlyn saw that same look in Vivienne's eyes and it'd scared her then, just like it did now.

"Maybe I should go back to Dean. I'm just as fucked in the head as he is, K. We both know I'm no saint. Maybe being stuck with Dean for the rest of my life is exactly what I deserve for all the stuff I've done." Vivienne said quietly as she bit her lip, pondering the thought.

But something in the back of her mind snapped and she made it up then that she was not going back to him. There was another way out of this, even if it ended with her in the hospital again. It'd be worth it, because maybe he'd finally realize that she was done with him.

Maybe then he'd finally move on or find another stupid female to torment.

She reached around Kaitlyn as she heard the music for Bryan's match playing and tried to go for the door knob.

Kaitlyn shook her head no.

Vivienne glared and then said "I'm not going back to him. I just want to make sure someone's down there." as she bit her lip and looked at her friend, pleading with her eyes.

"No. The last place you need to be right now, is down at the ring. I'd let you under normal circumstances, Viv, but this entire thing is not normal. Not in the slightest. It's actually pretty screwed up, in all honesty."

Dean smirked as he watched Danielson walking down the ramp and towards the ring. He'd hidden in the crowd and he was going to wait until the fight was in full swing, jump out and beat Danielson like the goat faced little bitch he was.

If Dean couldn't have Vivienne, then noone got her, simple as that.

Bryan slid into the ring, and waited on Big Show's music to play, waited on the match to start. His mind was on what he'd been told backstage, and he was just anxious to see what the fuck Ambrose had up his sleeve. Because he was not backing down.

He might not know whether or not he even cared about Vivienne yet, but she was a woman and Dean treated her like shit. He'd seen it for himself. It sickened him and every time Dean did something, or even looked at her, he felt this rage building.

But this time, Dean Ambrose had pushed it entirely too far. And he was about to explode.

The bell to start the match sounded and Big Show took him down easily. Bryan countered and clotheslined the man and then it happened. Before he could go for any sort of move, Dean Ambrose, with a hoodie pulled down over his hair, jumped a barricade, chair in hand and slid into the ring.

Bryan saw the sliver of silver around the edges of the chair and realized that Dean not only had a chair, he'd somehow managed to find barbed wire and wrapped it around the chair. Bryan growled and dropped, lunging at Dean who smirked sadistically then nailed him in the forehead with the barbed wire wrapped chair. And then he stood, kicked him over and over. Bryan managed to get up and grabbed Dean, pulling him down, slamming his head into the chair a few times, making sure the barbed wire tore into his skin also.

Big Show had won the match, the ref had no choice. He stood watching the two men go at it, confused. Ambrose was part of the Shield. But somehow, this attack didn't feel like a Shield orchestrated one.

It felt personal.

Bryan tried to lock in the Lebell Lock but the blood trickling down into his eyes kept him from seeing, so it didn't quite work out for him. And somehow, Dean managed to stand, and then climb a ring rope, and do a DDT.

Bryan threw him off and then groggily made his way over, and got him into position for a piledriver. The piledriver seemed to have no effect on the bloody crazed man in the ring, however, and Dean put the chair into the turnbuckle and grabbing Bryan by his hair, he slammed his head into it.

Bryan growled and gritting his teeth at the sharp and very real pain, he snatched the chair and laid it into the ring. Flipping, he locked his legs around Dean's neck and slammed him onto the chair. Then he rolled on top of him and smashed his face around in the wire for a second or two.

"She's fucking mine, Goat. If I can't have her, you're damn sure not going to. I'll kill her, and you both if I have to." Dean growled as he flipped them over, raking Bryan's exposed back across the barbed wire.

Of course, when Bryan got control of the fight again as it spilled over into the backstage area, the adrenaline was surging and he was about to repay the favor but then some of the guys in the locker room ran down the hall and broke up the fight before security and McMahon caught wind of what was going on. As soon as it was over, Bryan looked at Kane and asked, " What? What are you looking at?" as he tried to calm down.

Kane shook his head and then shrugged as he said casually, " Goatface. Let's go to the medic. I'm going to chokeslam that fuck straight to hell."

Dean laughed having heard that and then said "Oh really? Here I am." as he fought to get loose from the people holding him back. When he turned around, Vivienne stood there and she glared up at him hatefully as she picked up the discarded chair he'd used to brutalize Bryan and sent it smashing into his face.

Dean got loose and growling, he grabbed her and the two started fighting, Dean choking her. Vivienne tried clawing, kicking everything she could think of, but then Kane managed to pick up Dean, and slammed him down.

"That's for messing with Goatface you little bastard. And just because I don't fucking like you, Ambrose." as Bryan limped over and glared then said calmly, quietly, but not as coldly as he normally spoke to Vivienne up to this point, "What in the hell were you thinking just now?"

" I saw all the blood and saw you two fighting and I ... I had to do something." Vivienne said quietly as Bryan shook his head and looked at the bright handprints around Vivienne's neck carefully. "He almost choked you to death."

"I'll be fine, Bryan." Vivienne said as she kept her eyes on her hands, not wanting to look at all of the blood, the scars that were her fault.

"You need the medic."

"Bryan, it's not like it matters. I'm just glad.. Nevermind." Vivienne said quietly as she turned to walk down the hallway. He grabbed her wrist carefully and shook his head, then Kane spoke up, "Both of you idiots. Medic. Now." as he helped his friend and their valet to the medic.

The whole time they were in the medic's office, he watched her looking down at her lap, trying to figure out why she was backing off now. And he really felt even worse for the way he'd treated her since she'd become his valet. He told himself he'd try to be nicer to her.

She had been hiding something, but, it hadn't been some evil plan to screw him over. She'd been hiding a situation she was in, but now, he knew about it. And he was going to try like hell to keep her from getting hurt even worse.

She finished with the medic and when they said she could go, she muttered a quiet apology to Bryan, gingerly reached up and touched his forehead, wincing as she bit her lip before practically running from the medic's office as if she couldn't get away from him fast enough.

Vivienne made up her mind then. If Dean kept on, she'd go back to him. It's scared the hell out of her watching Bryan down there in the ring with him earlier, and backstage when the fight spilt over to that area. And she'd realized that yes.. She did love Bryan.

But she also wanted him to keep breathing. Which is exactly why she had to do whatever it took to make sure that happened.

Even if it wound up killing her.