Della hadn't seen light since she arrived home Tuesday morning so when they flicked on Friday evening she squinted feeling blind as she shielded her eyes. She couldn't see anything but a shadow of a tall slim body. After a while she was able to make out blonde hair. Sadie.

"I have an announcement. Tierra and I have decided to form a tag team. We will call ourselves...Ebony & Ivory and we'll only wear black and white gear to stay on theme," Sadie declared in a very serious tone.

"Bitch, what?" Della laughed, the first time she genuinely laughed since Monday.

"I knew that one would get you," Sadie laughed, sitting at the foot of the bed. "No offense but you look horrible and not horrible for your standards...regular people horrible."

Della wasn't looking in a mirror at the moment but she knew it was true. Sleep didn't come easy even after she cried herself out. She had bags under her eyes and the last time she saw them they were bloodshot. Her hair was tangled and starting to get matted. The only time she got out of bed was to take a half-ass shower, immediately climbing back into bed afterwards. She barely left her room to eat and was basically surviving off the gallon jugs of water she kept in her room. If she stepped on a scale right now she'd probably lost 5 pounds.

"So who is he? Was he, rather," Sadie asked.

"Who is who?" Della asked nervously.

"The guy you're turning yourself into a hermit over because Big Bad Della Stone who has always said 'I don't care where I wrestle as long as I'm wrestling' can't possibly be in a reclusive state over a brand switch. They're going to make you a star anywhere they send you. Fact!" Sadie replied. "I'm not naive about this business like I was a few months ago. I know what's up. Seriously, you can tell me. I'm one of you now and I know what happens backstage stays backstage."

"I know, Sadie. I trust you a helluva lot more than I trust a lot of people in this business and if he were anyone else, I swear I'd tell you but with him...I can't," Della shook her head. "I can't."

Sadie scoffed. "You're being secretive like it's a Roman Reigns but in reality it's probably more of a Curt Hawkins."

"I've only seen him in passing but Curt is actually pretty hot," Della chuckled.

"I'm glad I came in here. I wanted to come Tuesday night when you didn't come out of here all day but Marina said you needed time and space. It's Friday and I can't take it anymore. Now that you're in a better mood, I think it's time for you to blast some Adele and clean yourself up. If you debut Tuesday, you shouldn't want that Raw guy, whoever he is, to see you looking like a dreg of society," Sadie attempted to motivate her.

It did motivate her and she ran a bath just to sit and think of how ridiculous she became over a married man. Fuck Adele, she was going back to the sounds of Amy Winehouse's Tears Dry on Their Own.

All I can ever be to you is a darkness that we knew and this regret I got accustomed to. Once it was so right when we were at our height waiting for you in the hotel at night. I knew I hadn't met my match but every moment we could snatch I don't know why I got so attached. It's my responsibility. You don't owe nothing to me but to walk away, I have no capacity. He walks away the sun goes down. He takes the day, but I'm grown. And in your way in this blue shade my tears dry on their own.

Della knew that it was going to hurt when it finally happened and now here she was not knowing how to cope with being without him. She was annoyed with herself knowing that it was her who opened herself up to all of this heart ache just so she could sneak around with him. Looking back, it was pathetic how much she lived for those moments but Roman meant so much she didn't care. The grin he wore most of the time when he was with her told at least how much he enjoyed their time together even if it was only friends with benefits. Those benefits made it well worth it though. That extra day they spent together meant everything to her because it felt like they were actually dating instead of fucking around in secret.

Nothing was ever going to change between them as far as relationship status because he definitely wasn't leaving Galina and Galina didn't knowingly have any reason to leave him. She knew that one day she would be doing just what she is now, hurting at love lost and trying hard to put it to the back of her mind. She tried to enjoy the moments they shared without thinking of the loneliness that was in store for her.

I don't understand. Why do I stress the man when there's so many bigger things at hand? We could've never had it all. We had to hit a wall so this is inevitable withdrawal. Even if I stop wanting you and perspective pushes through I'll be some next man's other woman soon. I cannot play myself again. I should just be my own best friend, not fuck myself in the head with stupid men. He walks away. The sun goes down. He takes the day, but I'm grown. And in your way in this blue shade my tears dry on their own.

Della felt like her insides were tearing in two, physical pain both at having to let Roman go and mental anger at herself for not doing it with dignity. "I can't help it Joe. I love you" and breaking down into tears in front of him. Pathetic. She shouldn't have humiliated herself like that. When he hugged her that last time she wanted to keep him in her arms and never let him go but she knew that there was no way she could make him love her the way she loved him.

Tears started again, her body aching to be with him and her mind berating her for not taking that last opportunity to strip her clothes off and let him have her in that tiny closet. She could've never done it though, she wouldn't have let him see her that desperate as it probably would've left both of them broken. She was proud that she got it together at that last second and walked away with her head held high without looking back.

I wish I could sing no regrets and no emotional debt 'cause as we kissed goodbye, the sun sets. So we are history, your shadow covers me. The sky above ablaze only lovers see. He walks away. The sun goes down. He takes the day, but I am grown. And in your way in this blue shade my tears dry on their own.

Everyone makes mistakes but Roman wasn't one. He was more like a choice. With choices, sometimes you don't find out for weeks, months and sometimes years if it was the right or wrong one. Della knew all along that he was the wrong choice and yet if she could go back and make that choice again, she'd still choose him.

She wondered if most women would do the same if they had the opportunity. If they had the chance to be with the person of their dreams whether it be Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins, Finn Balor, Dean Ambrose, Edge, Sheamus, Randy Orton, Cena, CM Punk, prime Shawn Michaels, single or taken, even for a short period of time...would they take it?

In the end, it didn't really matter. She couldn't go back a few months ago to undo it and she definitely couldn't go back 4 years. Therefore she had to live with the consequences.

Della had to deep condition her hair with two different products just to get it manageable and she used a deep cleansing mask for her face. Looking in the mirror, she appeared to be herself again. There was still darkness under her eyes but that was nothing a little concealer couldn't fix.

"Wow, look at you!" Marina said, appearing in Della's bathroom doorway. "I was starting to worry."

"You were?" Della asked flatly.

"Of course, you're my best friend and you mean everything to me. I saw how miserable you were these past few days and I've tried to be there for you but you wouldn't let me in," Marina replied. There was a reason for that. Marina did try to comfort her and maybe Della was paranoid but Marina's efforts didn't seem sincere. Marina kept trying to have a conversation about it but Della refused. Why? Just so Marina could have the opportunity to say ' told you so? No thanks. "Your next stop needs to be the gym because you're losing muscle tone in your arms."

"I'm aware. I'm going to hit the weights hard all Saturday and Sunday. You down?" Della asked.

"Of course!" Marina nodded.

Sasha: I just made it to the house show and noticed you weren't at the arena. Someone said u were being sent to SD?! Whyyyyyy? Raw needs you & Marina more than they do. The SD women's roster is stacked!

Della: I have no idea. We don't even have a storyline yet meanwhile we would've been rolling on Raw.

Sasha: Hell yea. We could've had 3-4 more weeks of build leading up to our rematch for the tags. The mandatory Riott Squad matches. You and Monica have unfinished busy with that shifty ending to ur MYC match. The Bellas are here now (ugh) I guess judging by their presence around the ring Monday so I'm sure u & Marina would've had a lot to say to them lol. Dana injured u so that could've been a throwaway squash feud. You vs Marina if they decided to turn one of u. And last but not least, Ronda. There was more than enough on Raw to keep u busy until Wrestlemania. Moving B&B was really eff'd up.

Della: Aww, fantasy booking me? It sounds as if The Boss liked having The Best around.

Sasha: Uhh, no. The Boss just likes having great matches and feuds. Know the difference.

Della: I'll miss u too, Sasha.

Sasha: ;-(

It was a little after 11 that night when she heard her Facetime tone. When she picked it up her mouth dropped at the three letters across her screen. Joe. Of course he was calling her, he was on the road alone and away from his family. The only time she could ever have with him was a bitter realization that hit her. She was going to ignore it but decided to answer.

Seeing his face across the screen for the first time since Monday made her heart ache. His expression was sympathetic and it made her sick that he pitied her.

"You look great," were the first words out of his mouth. He probably didn't mean it that way but Della felt like he expected her to be in shambles...and that's exactly how he would've caught her if he called a few hours earlier but he didn't need to know that. "I just wanted to check on you."

"I'm good," she answered, raising her head high. Della was holding up a lot stronger than she thought. She knew she'd eventually cross paths with him again at a joint PPV and was fully expecting to run away in tears. Even if she was torn up inside at least she gave the outward appearance of being fine.

"Are you sure?" Roman asked, those pure brown eyes filled with concern. He probably saw through her front. They'd spent way too much time together for him to just accept that 'I'm good' answer.

"Whether I'm sure or not, you're still married and we can't be together so what difference does it fucking make?" she snapped at him. He appeared stunned by her reaction. "If I said I'm not sure what exactly are you going to do about it? Absolutely nothing!"

"D, I'm going to give you some more time and try again another day. I know you're still hurt and you're lashing out at me as a defense mechanism. I know how you feel and I wish I could've offered you more and I wish things could've been different. I'm so sorry," he pleaded.

"You don't know shit and let's stop talking about wishes because we aren't children and you should know that since you have 3. If you've ever cared about me you would leave me alone so I can move on with my life! If you don't, not only would it be selfish to your wife but to me too. Goodbye, Joe," she yelled, hanging up on him.

She hated the hurt look on his face right before she pressed the red button but she did what she had to do. She needed to get over it and in order to do that she had to cut all ties with him. How could she move forward hearing his voice and seeing his face on her screen whenever he decided to 'check on' her? It would only remind her of what was and make the loss more painful. She found his contact in her phone and pressed, 'block this caller.' The past was the past and Della was determined to move on.

Her phone dinged right after she tossed it to the side and she wondered if Roman somehow bypassed the block.

Elias: There was a very nasty rumor circulating backstage tonight concerning your move to SD.

Della: What?

Elias: We ALL heard...that u told management that u found me so irresistible that u couldn't possibly remind on the same brand as me.

Della: Nasty rumor u say? With ur track record I'm sure you didn't deny it.

Elias: Err, I thought we moved passed that?

Della: We did.

Elias: Good, look forward to me annoying you twice as hard to make up for lost time at every joint PPVs.

Della: Lol, I already blocked one person tonight, don't be the second.

"This legit feels like the first day at a new school," Marina said Tuesday as they stepped inside of the Scotiabank Arena in Toronto, Canada.

"Nah, school is way more livelier than this. This just feels sad, dead and dry," Della remarked.

"Yeah, and most of the men really worth looking at are on Raw," Marina commented.

"I'm not coming here looking for a man," Della replied. "I wasn't looking for a man on Raw either...it just happened. On topic, there are some nice looking guys here but most of them are married or taken."

"Which means you should feel right at home," Marina snorted.

"Oh fuck you," Della laughed.

"Road Dogg...Road Dogg..where can we find Road Dogg," Marina wondered aloud about the whereabouts of producer and lead writer of Smackdown Live.

"Let's ask them," Della said motioning toward the New Day. "Hey!"

Kofi Kingston, Xavier Woods, Big E turned around to face them. Kofi was married but he struck her as faithful so he kept his eyes locked on their faces, Xavier was married as well but that didn't seem to matter the way he eyed them up. Big E just had a goofy smile and that's who spoke first. "Are you two here or are you hopping from brand to brand feuding?"

"Team B&B is here to stay," Della replied.

"Good, we need some new faces on UpUpDownDown," Xavier said.

"Oh, cool. I watch it sometimes and we'd love to be apart of it," Della smiled.

"Speak for yourself. You think he's talking about the show UpUpDownDown but after what everyone saw on the tapes, he may be referring to something else," Marina mumbled under her breath for only Della to here.

"By any chance would any of you three know where Road Dogg is located?" Della asked.

"What time is it?" Kofi looked down at his watch. "It's about an hour to show time so he's probably in gorilla talking to the producers and crew."

"Alright, thanks," Della nodded as she walked away.

Road Dogg looked up as they approached. "How was your trip?"

"It was fine. H told us to report to you when we arrived so here we are," Marina said.

"Don't take this the wrong way, girls, but I honestly don't understand why you're here," he replied. "I have no idea what to do with you two at the moment. We've already have our women's division plans laid out and booked up until Evolution and then we'll start fresh. Plus, you two are heels and we've already made plans to have Becky as our top heel for the time being."

"So you mean to tell me that we're going to have to sit out until after Evolution...in October?" Della blinked slowly, trying to make sense of this.

"If you actually want a meaningful storyline and feud, yes but if you want to go out there and have throwaway matches, you can bring your gear next week," he said.

"Fuck!" Marina cursed aloud when they left gorilla. She looked distressed as she ran a frustrated hand through her hair. "This is all my fault."

"How? It's not like you asked to come here," Della shrugged. "We knew even before signing that creative isn't that...creative. At least now they'll have the time to actually write us something worthwhile."

"You're taking this well," Marina seemed shocked at Della's lack of reaction.

"I'm taking it well because I need to get my head back in the game before I step into the ring again. Anyway, you did that boasting about Smackdown having a better division but they aren't exactly utilizing the women. Absolution is just here, Asuka hasn't been seen in weeks. Naomi just made an appearance last week and lost. I saw the writing on the wall and knew we weren't going to just show up and be given a spot," Della said.

"Damn, I really didn't think about any of that when I…" Marina trailed off.

"When you what?" Della's head turned.

"...celebrated our move," Marina finished.

"Yeah, you were only thinking about me being separated from Joe," Della laughed.

"Joe, huh?" one of the Usos asked from behind. She knew their names were Jimmy and Jey or Josh and Jon but couldn't tell them apart. She knew one as 'Naomi's husband' and the other one was 'the other one.' They didn't look mad but they didn't look very welcoming so Della decided to clear the air.

She sighed. "Look, I know you guys probably think of me as just some chick that kept your cousin's bed warm at night and that's true but believe it or not, we actually meant a lot to each other. We're over now and I want you to know that I'm not some vindictive bitch and I'd never do anything to hurt him or his career. Okay?"

The twins looked at each other dumbfounded and speechless and Della knew she fucked up.

"Over…now?" one asked. "Meant a lot to each other?"

"So you two were still…?" the other asked. Della could see the disappointment on their faces with Roman. Apparently he didn't catch them up to speed.

"You bet your ass they were still…!" Marina taunted. "Your cousin was knocking that down every single night they were on the road together and he loved every second of it, career, reputation and family be damned."

"Marina!" Della snatched her away. "There you go getting out of your place again. It probably was hard enough hearing that he was still seeing me. You could've spared them the details."

"Okay, got it. Bitch, you're pulling us right in the direction of Orton!" Marina whispered. "We'll have to shake his hand!"

"Oh shit," Della recalled him being under investigation for inappropriate conduct as the result of a story a writer told about Randy touching his dick before shaking hands. He was on the other side of the hall but his head was beginning to turn in their direction and Della made a u-turn. They giggled as they turned the corner. "I think he saw us."

"We can't avoid him forever but we damn sure can try," Marina smirked. "I'm surprised you don't want to shake it since that was your childhood crush."

"Like I told Joe the other day, we aren't children anymore. And I'm sure Orton would want to shake your hand first since he stared at you backstage at Mania," Della teased. When she looked up she saw Zelina and Andrade coming down the hall. "Oh look, here comes one of your old trainers."

"I tried hard to avoid him when we arrived at NXT and then he was called up after Mania but now, I have to do what I have to do," Marina stated, clearing her throat. She said something to him in Spanish that Della didn't understand. It seemed Andrade was trying to reason with her and she continued until she was practically yelling. Finally, he raised his voice.

Zelina joined Della on the sidelines watching the show. "Hi."

"Hey. I don't speak or understand Spanish but even I can tell that that does not sound friendly," Della commented.

"Trust me, it's not," Zelina chuckled.

"Is he your…?"

"No," Zelina quickly denied. "Strictly business. Your girl on the other hand..."

"Oh, wow," Della snorted, shaking her head. Marina was always worried about her and Roman but at least they never had a public lover's spat. "Hey, where's the women's locker room?"

"I just left there. It's around the corner, first door to the left," Zelina directed.

"Excuse us, señor," Della said, pulling Marina away from Andrade. "What was that?"

"Nothing," Marina grunted. "Where are we going?"

"Here," Della replied, stopping in front of a door that said: Smackdown Female Talent.

Della knocked, taking a deep breath before entering. She'd gotten along well with the women of Raw so she hoped this would be no different. All of the women were separated, doing their own thing whether it be changing into gear, stretching or on their phones. She and Marina received the inevitable stares from her new locker roommates: Asuka, Becky, Billie Kay, Carmella, Charlotte, Lana, Mandy, Naomi, Peyton, Sonya, Paige and Tamina. They sized her up and she sized them up in return. Unlike Raw with 3 hours, Smackdown only had 2 so that meant whenever B&B did receive a storyline, it was going to take airtime and two spots away from them.

They didn't say anything so Della took upon herself to speak first. She cleared her throat. "Hi, I'm pretty sure I've already met most of you in passing either backstage at Wrestlemania or last Sunday at Summerslam but just in case, I'm Della, that's Marina. This move to Smackdown was a surprise to say the least but I'm happy to be here and I'm ready to make the best of it."

"You're ready to make the best of it, huh? Girl, if y'all don't sit y'all asses down somewhere," Naomi stared blankly at Della and she froze. What if her husband told her the going ons between her and Roman. Galina was Naomi's in-law which meant her loyalty was to her. What if Naomi blasted her right here in front of everyone. Naomi's lips turned up into a smirk. "I mean that literally. Sit down. We already got the tea on you two from our sisters of Raw so we know you're cool. I'm Trin."

After they sat down, everyone resumed their activity. Looking around, Della felt like this move was going to be alright after all.