'Shane, I want that rematch you owe me.' Stephanie said wandering backstage of the show. That creep was avoiding her on purpose. She kicked a chair over startling a stage crew member. She folded her arms in front of her as Sasha Banks came into view. The crowd erupting an a uproar that shook even where they stood.

'Hey, Boss lady.' She smiled chewing what smelled like mint flavored gum.

'What do you want?'

'I've got a little problem that only you can solve and her name is Charlotte. And if you throw in her mutt Dana Brooks. I'll owe you.'

She gritted her teeth. 'Not now.' She pushed past her.

Sasha popped her gum. 'Camera's gone now. And you're genuinely looking for him.'

She turned around and faced her friend. She spotted a folding chair and plopped down dejectedly. 'I need to find him.'

Sasha looked around for another chair and pulled it out. 'I've got a match in 15, but spill.'

'I need Shane to give Roman that rematch i've hardly seen him since. . .'

Sasha pushed her ring boss up on her knuckles. This ring certainly chafed sometimes. She nudged Stephanie in the ribs when she didn't respond. 'Oh don't tell me.'

'Its not what you think.'

'You slept with him and you're out getting him favors. If its not what I think it's definitely what everyone else is going to think.'

'Sasha we didn't sleep together.' She blushed. 'Actually it was pretty amazing.'

Sasha checked her watch. 'All the dets, spill.' She swiveled the chair around so she could face her.

'He washed me up.' She rolled her eyes. 'It sounds stupid now that I am saying it aloud, but it wasn't. He didn't make me feel self-conscious. He made me laugh.'

'Can you imagine Enzo giving me a bath? Like no.' Sasha looked up at the ceiling as if picturing something. 'Of course we could take a bath together. I don't mind getting my hands a little dirty.'

'Eeew, back to me.' She said wided eyed. 'Anyway, he spent the whole night making me happy.'

'Happy as in where's an ice cream cone when you need one.' Sasha said sticking out her tongue and twirling her pink hair around her finger.

'Yes.'

'What about the other thing with the?' Sasha made an obscene gesture with her fingers.

'Oh my God,' She said covering her friends fingers with her hand. She looked around as if someone might jump out and yell we know what you were talking about and arrest them. 'But yeah while I was in the tub.' She mouthed the words amazing.

Sasha pulled her hands back. 'Well, its obvious what he's doing. You never reciprocated right?'

She shook her head.

'He's dick shaming you.'

'What?' She gasped.

'He's avoiding you because you're like selfish in bed.' Sasha nodded sympathetically patting her on the knee.

She laughed self-consciously. 'I'm not selfish. It's not like he asked?'

Sasha squinted at her. "Was he supposed to?'

She waited until the cameraman passed by before speaking. 'Yes. No. I don't know how these things work?'

Sasha looked away.

'What are you not saying?'

Someone must have turned off the backstage lighting in this area because the only light came from the fluorescent bulb overhead. Shining right over Sasha's head like she was starring in a cop drama in some weird interrogation room.

'It could be that or he could just be playing mind games.' She softened her words. 'You're about to give this man the world. And thats what he wants. You chasing after him giving him things.'

She blinked back her tears. 'That's not it either.'

'Even if it's not, you just got your kids back. Can you really chance it? You can't be trying to figure out some playa guy. He gotta have his shit together and he don't.' She would hate to see boss lady finally leave Triple H just to end up with his evil twin. He was just the rebound guy and now that he was out of her system. Some sweet guy could come along.

'So what are you suggesting?'

Sasha stood up. 'You gotta dial it back majorly and sense you can't drop him completely. Just keep it professional.' She reached down and encircled her arms around her shoulders. 'I want you to settle down with someone great, but this douche does not sound good for you or the kids. My show starts in a bit. Help me out.'

She laughed half-heartedly. 'Dana shows up I gotcha.'

She made her way to the stage and grabbed a mic from a crewmember. She watched the monitors closely. Dana was already at ring side and she was sure it was only a matter of time before she stepped in for her mentor. She turned to the crewmember. 'Radio in. I need three referees by my side, now.'

She heard the cackle of the walkie talkie behind her. By the time they made it to her, Dana was distracting the referee. So Charlotte could reach for something underneath the ring while Sasha was unconscious. She squinted at the small screened television; it was a chair. 'Let's go gentlemen.'

Her music played and she walked out into the ramp. ''Woah, woah, woah, what do you think you're doing, Dana?'

The referee turned around just in time to see Charlotte with the chair. She smirked as they rustled with it back and forth like toddlers.

'You're now banned from ringside for the rest of this match.'

'You can't do that. I didn't do anything.'

Stephanie nodded for the referees to go and get her. Dana kicked one in the stomach before the other two over powered her. They grabbed her arms and legs until they were practically carrying her out. Stephanie looked back at the stage. 'Good luck, Charlotte.' Teasing the girl by mimicking her pouty face. She followed the referees out ignoring Dana's call.

'You can't do this to me Charlotte needs me.'

'Drop her off at the locker room and make sure she stays their until the match is over.' Sse saw movement out of the corner of her eye and turned to see Shane slinking off behind her. 'Hold it.'

He froze realizing he had been caught. The crowd chanting his name as he came into view.

'My client deserves a rematch.'

'I don't know what you are talking about?' He smirked. 'Roman lost fair and square.'

She sucked her teeth. 'You're right about one thing you don't know anything about fair. But I'm happy to clue you in. Roman Reigns gets a rematch in Dallas, Texas a week from today.'

'That's not going to happen.' He shook his head vehemently.

'I remember someone telling me that if you want to be champion at WWE you've got to earn that spot.' She raised an eyebrow at him. 'Unless you already know Styles isn't up to par.'

Styles walks up to the bickering siblings. 'A.J. Styles can take on anyone, anywhere.'

'Dallas it is then.' She looked at her brother and gave him a little wink before turning around proud of herself.

'Just what the hell do you think your doing?' Shane asked Styles angrily.

She decided to try the locker rooms to see if Roman was still around. Butterflies filled her stomach at the thought of seeing him again. While visions of the carnal kind sent her heart into palpitations. She took a deep breath and ignored the warm filling between her legs begging for his touch. She knocked on the locker room door not sure who would answer.

'Yo.'

Her breath caught in her throat as Roman answered in nothing, but a towel. 'Hi.'

The stern look on his face evaporated as he laid eyes on her. 'Hey, beautiful.' He wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her close. 'I missed you.'

Her body seemed to be on fire from his every touch. But Sasha's words crept into her mind. She was a mom know she couldn't make teenage girl decisions. She pushed away from his grasp glad no one saw. 'I actually came to talk business.'

He stepped back a bit ushering her in. 'Cool.'

She hesitated for a moment she really shouldn't be alone with him. She trusted him, but doubted she could be alone in a room with him. She smiled shyly and came in sticking close to the door.

'I got you a rematch next week in Dallas.'

'Wow, thats great Steph.' He said excitedly bridging the gap between them and wrapping his arms around her. He smelled of Brut shower gel and it made her swoon. She resisted the urge to kiss his shoulder even as her head rested there. She pushed him away and his towel dropped to the floor. 'Oh my gosh.' She looked away holding her hand out to shield his package.

He shrugged. 'Well its not as if you haven't seen it already.' He rubbed his hand up her arm. 'In fact, why don't you join me in the shower before someone comes in?'

She pushed his hand away. 'No.'

He noted the panic in her voice and stepped back. He walked over to his locker and pulled on his boxers. 'Steph, what's wrong?'

'We can't. I constantly have to look over my shoulder worrying about what the board might say. What the fans will say.'

He buttoned his pants visibly upset. 'Since when do you care what others think? Besides we've barely spent any time together because . . .'

'Because you don't fit into my life. Because I don't even know who I am yet and I can't tell you.' She looked down at her hands and she suddenly felt old and alone. 'We're going to keep things professional because I don't know how to do it any other way.' She didn't wait for his response as she made a quick exit. Her soul was crushed as her chest visibly hurt. 'Sasha please be right.'