A/N sorry for the short chapter guys, it gets better from here, don't forget to review c:
"The trainer's room. For injured Superstars and Divas." Said the trainer who brought her in.
"What the hell happened?! Why can't she remember me?"
''It appears as though she has slight amnesia from the concussion she had earlier when her head hit the steel steps. It's only minor...there's a 50% chance of her getting back her memories. Dear, what was the last thing you remember?"
"Being 19 and in Bermuda. With my best friend, I was practicing a submission called the LeBell Lock on him." she responded, looking around for a sign of something familiar.
"Isn't as bad as I thought. Well, I'll give you a starter: This is your boyfriend, Dean Ambrose aka Jon Moxley aka Jonathon Good. You're a Diva, and holds the unified Women's Championship with your friend Kori Marceline Miller who currently is-"
"That's enough." Dean cut him off, giving him a pointed look.
"Okay, I'll just leave you with your boyfriend...or whatever he is now." The trainer left, leaving her in the room with him.
"Well... we kinda booked the same hotel room since...well...if you want I can get you another room." Dean started awkwardly, fiddling with his fingers.
"Mmmm... It's okay," she offered a weak smile, understanding what he must be going through right now. Even if she lost her memory.
"I guess we should head to the hotel, huh? I need to check up on Seth- er Tyler," he corrected himself, offering her a hand, which she hesitantly took.