I really do feel bad for putting these big ass gaps in between these chapters. However, I have re-planned the story, so having an idea of where to go will be much easier than before. Yeah, this was pretty much freelance before then. Anyway, enjoy. Review. If you don't like something, tell me.

From here on out, I'll be using real names as well. So Kaitlyn is Celeste, and AJ is April, as a refresher.

Also, I'm going to use some ideas from the current storylines, but I'm writing my own from here on out. A lot of things are about to change. If it's too much, just tell me.

April's POV

"Hey, Cel, I'm running make a quick run. I'll be sure to just be quiet when I get back in though. Getting a little late, but I want to go take care of something." April had said to Celeste while she was cleaning the kitchen. She figured it wouldn't cause any speculation, and the fresh air would be good for her. She slid out of the front door in her workout gear, and a small bag in hand, and sent out a text.

On the way to the gym. You guys want to come with?

We're already here. Took you long enough. Dolph is getting whiny, so hurry up.

She smiled to herself, thinking of her own team she'd been thinking of having for a while now. Daniel was fun to be with, but that was a work thing. Punk was too hard to keep up with, and John had about a full decade on her. Not to mention that he wasn't her territory anymore. She was better off finding her own, and taking it to creative, and so she did. She sped up to make the drive short, and rushed in, hoping they hadn't started without her.

"Over here." Big E, or Ettore, called to her. She trotted over, and pecked Dolph on the lips before he even got the chance to speak.

"Happy to see me?" He asked, a little surprised. She only nodded, and patted Ettore on the back before starting her stretching.

"I'm just ready to debut. Seriously, this has been too long in the making." She said. He nodded then, and looked to Ettore, "What about you. New guy in all of this. Your first match soon."

"Been ready. Not like we haven't been ready for this. Only a matter of time now. You got the briefcase. We just need to pick a spot." He said, stretching out his shoulders.

"Alright then. Last practice before the show. Let's make it count." Dolph said, jumping into the ring behind them. They followed him in, and were working up a few more moves in order to be in their best form. They also focused on AJ more than themselves, since they knew she would be getting back in the ring. She knew she'd be up against Celeste, but they both understood what they wanted. And right now, AJ wouldn't to be champion. Becoming that might just cost a friendship in the process.

Back at the Apartment

"Celeste, you really should just go out. AJ did. I'll be fine here." Owen said, tossing his plate into the sink. She looked over at him from her spot on the couch. "Why do you say that?"

"Every since I got here, you've just been sitting around. I thought you were social and AJ would be here, but she's been out more than you. Don't let nerd girl outdo you." He said, taking a spot next to her on the couch, looking at her.

She laughed a little bit, and felt a little embarrassed now. Did she stay home so often it was noticeable? Of course John hopped into her mind, but she couldn't just up and force herself on him. They were friends, and he was hurting at the moment. That injury of his had him working through a lot of pain, although she knew he wasn't taking the medications like he was supposed to. But it had been a long while since they had last spoken. The shows were definitely odd without him there, but it had given a few new stars a chance to rise up, and that was good for business. As for Celeste herself, she had been clinging on to the divas title since she first won it, and considered herself a decent champion. Wasn't much competition, though, but she figured that would be changing soon. A lot of NXT talent was debuting, and she knew it was a matter of time before they caught up to her.

She was snapped out of her thoughts when she felt a punch land on her shoulder. "Ow!" She exclaimed, and looked to Owen. "The hell was that for?"

"For zoning out. Now go. You've been working hard, and it's not like you're too busy. I'd rather you come home completely hammered than see you like this. This is boring."

"If I go out, will you stop whining about it?"

"Of course I will." He said, obviously too straight-forward. She smirked inwardly, and got up. She'd go out; it would be nice to treat herself. Going alone would be a new thing, but it's not like she was too much of a party animal. She went to go shower and get dressed. Tonight may end up fun after all.

Club Skye, Downtown Tampa

"John, you're gonna have to snap out of it. I had to fight to get you here, now all you're doing is moping around." Randy fussed while he tended to his second drink of the night. John sighed, "Well what do you want me to do? I'm here, and you know I don't dance. Isn't being out good enough?"

Randy stared at him for a minute. "That's the shit I'm talkin' about. You're always negative. Killin' the vibe." He rambled. John heard the Missouri accent creeping out, and figured that it was the alcohol doing its job. He shook his head and didn't reply, which of course lead Randy to thinking he was right.

"See, I'm right. I'm always right; you just need to find someone to tal- Hey! The hell are you going? I'm talkin' to you!"

John had creeped away from Randy and through the crowd of people on the dance floor when he noticed Celeste walked in. He was grateful for her hair's color, he knew it from a mile away. Before he could get to her, she saw him as well, and seemed to gleam a little. Was heart-warming, he'd admit.

"John? Didn't take you for the partying type." She teased as she unzipped her jacket and tucked her phone away in her pocket. He gave a small smile, and made room for her to walk in front of her and lead the way, "I'm not. Randy talked me into coming out for a night. Hasn't been the easiest thing."

"Never thought you were in to that. Thought you were pretty confident." She said, holding a serious face, although you could see the corners of her mouth forming a mischievous grin. He blushed, now understanding what she meant, and facepalmed, "You know what I mean, damn it." He laughed. It almost felt foreign to laugh for him; he hadn't been in the best of moods on his time off. His time away from TV was ending, and he was due back to the road in about a week or so. Another eight days to himself, and he honestly couldn't wait for it to be over. It was killing him to not be able to put any pressure on his arm at all. She found a small booth tucked away upstairs for them, that gave them decent view of the floor below them. "So how have you been holding up?" She asked.

"Not too well," He admitted, "Not being able to do anything…It's been pretty brutal. I needed the rest, I feel way better now, physically. Just want to get in there and finish Brock off. He's been a pain in the ass for a while."

She nodded in agreement, "Dude, you wouldn't believe. He's been the biggest tyrant backstage. Mood isn't right anymore. They lined up Ryback to go up against him, but I…What?" She asked, as she noticed John's eyes float from hers to someone behind them. She turned and saw Randy, who didn't look pleased at all.

"Are you fuckin' kidding me right now?" He said, crossing his arms and staring at both of them. John shrugged, confused, "What's eating you?"

"You two are talking about work, in a club. A club! Does nothing else exist for you two!? This is horrible. And I know horrible." Randy huffed, sounding more like a parent than a friend. John and Celeste looked in between each other. "Well, uh…I guess we do like work." She said, rubbing her arm, awkwardly. John was equally awkward, scratching the back of his head, "Don't really know what to say either."

"Okay, fine. So talk about something else. Or dance. Or drink. But I don't even…I can't even, with either of you. Just get it together." He said, dropping a drink on the table for John before heading back downstairs.

"Okay, he had to be watching us." Celeste laughed, now red in the face from humiliation. John's was silent, but his shoulder were bouncing in his quiet laugh. "He has a point though. You can't be too bad on your own though."

"No…I'm pretty boring. If I'm not home or in the gym, I'm doing nothing." She admitted, tucking some of her hair behind her ear.

"You sound like me," John said, sliding the drink across the table to her, "So how about we go out then. You and me one night." He offered.

"Us outside of the gym? Let's not get crazy here," She joked, before nodding, "I'd like that, John. Really." She couldn't believe it herself. A literal date. She hadn't had one of those in…Christ. She didn't even know anymore. All of a sudden, she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, and saw it was her brother. She immediately thought the apartment was on fire or something else tragic, until she read the message. It was completely inappropriate, and it added on to the overall awkwardness. She showed John her screen.

If you guys are fucking, don't try to sneak in all quiet. I know what you're up to.

"He's horrible," John laughed a face of disbelief and embarrassment plastered on his head.

"I'm going to hit him so hard when I get home." She laughed, before tucking her phone back in her pocket.

"I would tag along to see it, but I'm gonna have to get Randy back home. He's probably drunk by now, and I'm not letting him drive." John said, standing to his feet when she did. "Please do so. And tell him thanks for inadvertently playing matchmaker." She chuckled. He promised to do so, and they hugged each other before heading back downstairs. Celeste did stick around to watch John drag Randy out of the club, halfway carrying him over his shoulder.

"You saw nothing." He said as he walked by her. She laughed behind them as she followed, silent. "No promises."