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"So, rather than telling her that you were into her, you told her that I got into Emma?"

Seth sneered at the question. Covering his face with his hands, he pretended that he wasn't sitting next to Dean in his locker room, and that they weren't having this conversation. It was enough that he desperately wanted to be with Paige in public, but now he had his friend to worry about.

"I was going to tell her," he tried to explain, "but then you and Emma had to walk in and interrupt me."

With the memory of Emma still fresh on his mind, Dean smiled slightly at the mention of her name. She was so different from any other girl he had been with, and everything she did from her foreign accent to her controlling nature intrigued him.

"Sure," he said with a small chuckle. "Let's pretend that you did have guts for a minute and that you were going to tell her. What were you going to say?"

Seth looked up at the ceiling and sighed. "I don't know."

"Told ya' you had no guts."

Sneering yet again at the comment, Seth shook his head. "I doubt she feels the same way."

"So you do have feelings for her." Dean snorted a laugh. "Pathetic. What did I tell you about falling for a girl?"

"Woman," Seth corrected under his breath. "You're one to talk. Just look at how head-over-heels you are for Emma."

"Emma?" Dean nearly choked on the water he'd taken a sip from. "You think I've got it for Emma?"

The man with the two-toned hair shook his head in disappointed disbelief. "You're so against love."

"What you've got for Paige isn't love, Seth." He eyed him down, making sure that he saw him. "And you know it. You just want to screw her without having to hide it all the damn time."

"Whatever," he seethed in response. Grabbing his bag off the floor, he walked over to the door before turning back one last time. "And for the record, Emma only slept with you to get back at Paige and I, so you can quit drooling over her."

He did it. He accomplished what everyone doubted he would.

He was Mr. Money in the Bank. And he knew, as he expected everyone else to as well, that soon enough he would be the WWE World Heavyweight Champion as well. It was only a matter of time.

Seth placed the briefcase in his suitcase and zipped it up tightly before catching a cab back to his hotel. Normally he would ride with one or two other superstars, or even on the rare occasion that Paige agreed to take him, but he wanted to be alone.

That is, until he could go to Paige's room and talk. Talk, meaning not talking. Confusing to others, but not to him. He just wanted to see her, and nobody else.

He carried his bag up to the third floor and followed the directions the raven-haired woman had given him earlier that day.

"Go to your left when you get off the elevator and then turn left around the corner. Go all the way down that hall, take a right, and my room is the first one on the left."

So, that's what he did. Twisted and turned with his bags on his back until he reached his destination and knocked on the door. He wasted little time as the door swung open and he cupped the brunette's face, planting a celebratory kiss upon her lips.

"Hold on," she said with a chuckle, having to shove him off of her. She reached behind him and closed the door before wrapping her arms around his shoulders and locking her fingers together behind his head. "I'm proud of you."

"I did good, didn't I?" He smirked, pressing his lips on hers yet again.

Smiling through the lip-lock, Paige nodded slightly. "So good. I rushed here before the show was over so that I could get here before you."

"Why'd you do that?"

She pulled apart and raised a suggestive eyebrow. "To celebrate. I figured that whatever your men had in store for you wouldn't be nearly as exciting as what I've got."

"Sold," he muttered before swooping her up, feeling her legs wrap around his waist. "Where's Emma?"

"We got separate rooms."

He smiled even brighter, tossing her gently onto the bed and began to unbutton his shirt. "Even better."

Wiping her hair out of her face, Paige adjusted her butterfly emblazed title on her shoulder. She walked slowly to the gorilla position where she would take deep, calming breaths. Never in her twenty-one years on earth had she dreamed of getting inside of a WWE ring to cut a promo, but she'd done a lot of things she'd never expected to.

After all, once you're in an industry as unpredictable as the WWE, you learn to expect the unexpected.

She listened as her music hit and the crowd roared in response. She'd always adored the way the fans reacted to her entrances. They always seemed to be with her through every step she took, and they supported her regardless of her gimmick. Which had always been the WWE's 'Anti-Diva'.

Wrapping her pale fingers around the microphone, she grasped the piece of reality that was coming her way. She explained how she deserved to be the champion, which in all honesty was true. She was a fighting champion, proving herself worthy of the belt on numerous occasions against numerous opponents. Each time delivering to the best of her ability what was a great match. And after the previous night where she'd successfully defended her title against a ferocious Naomi Knight, she knew that she deserved this reign more than ever before.

But that's when that dreaded sound echoed throughout the arena.

Let's light it up!

AJ's hiatus came as barely a surprise to her. She'd told the company that she needed some time off to heal, and ultimately marry a missing CM Punk. And time off she took, spending nearly four months off the grid, enjoying herself.

But now she's back. Like a spit ball of fire, wanting revenge.

And revenge she got.

"This is my house now!" Paige would shout, grabbing the brunette by the hair and pounding her yet again.

But then there was the slap. The slap heard around the world. It caused her to stumble back, giving AJ just enough time to grab her from behind and take advantage of the situation, pinning her for the whole three count.

"The winner of this match, and new Divas Champion...AJ!"

Suddenly, everything that people had said about her became true. Perhaps she was just a flash in the pan. Perhaps she was going to be just a one-hit-wonder. Perhaps everything that went so wonderfully for her was going to end the same way it began.

Abruptly.

Once it was all said and done, and she'd gotten enough embarrassing tears shed, she sprinted to the back where she dodged cameras and interviewers like they were bullets. She just wanted to be alone. She wanted to be alone so she could forget that she ever won that title. Forget that she ever made it to the big screens. Forget that she was ever important to anybody.

Because like she had always known, important things are only important because they won't last forever.

Wiping the tears from her face, Paige looked up at the mirror in front of her. She shook her head before covering her face with her tired hands. She felt worthless and pathetic. She felt like she never deserved that reign to begin with.

"Paige?"

Looking up, she saw Seth through the mirror in front of her. "I don't want to talk, Seth."

He nodded. "I get that. But could you hear me out for a second?"

She grabbed a jacket from the chair next to her and covered her legs, which were cold from the cool air that surrounded her. "You have five minutes."

He bit his lip and walked closer to her, kneeling down next to her. "I saw what happened out there," he began, "and I want you to know that even though it looks bad, your career isn't over."

"Please don't try and make this better for me." She shook her head and wiped away more tears. "That title was the only thing I had going for me. Without it, I'm exactly what everybody thought I was. A flash in the pan."

"No, you aren't. You have so much left to do."

She stood up and threw the jacket on the floor. "You don't get it! You could have anything you want in this company because you have Paul and Stephanie wrapped around your finger. But, not me. All I have is what could have been."

"You have me," he muttered, stepping close to her. "I'll always be there for you."

"What are you talking about?" she asked, crossing her arms.

I can't believe I'm doing this... Seth raked a hand through his hair and sighed, looking up at her. He could see the smear of makeup that was drying under her eyes, and he wanted to make everything alright for her. But he couldn't.

"I'm not going anywhere, Paige. It doesn't matter what you're going through, I'm going to be there for you." He smiled slightly as he spoke, but she didn't.

She tightened the grasp on her arms as they were still crossed. "What are you saying?"

He sighed again, this time out of nerves. He was going to say it. For Dean and Emma. For himself. For Paige. He was going to get it all out there, in the open. Where it couldn't be touched or disturbed again. Because once it was out there, there is no going back.

"I love you," he said quietly.

Her breathing seemed to stop and she stood still. She felt absolutely nothing inside of her body, as everything stopped working as soon as he said those three words. As much as she wanted to be with him, hearing him confess such a thing was unexplainably painful. She felt burdened by him, rather than feeling happy.

"Seth," she mumbled, feeling her head spinning on her neck. "You don't mean that."

"Why does everybody keep saying that? First Dean, and now you." He shook his head and laughed, trying to ease the mood. "Paige, I do. I do love you."

"Stop," she begged, shaking her head. "Please don't say that. You have no idea what that means."

"What, loving someone? Paige, we've been together for-"

"We aren't together."

She'd interrupted so quickly, that Seth forgot why he even came. He no longer felt the need to explain himself to her. He just wanted to disappear and pretend that this moment never occurred. That he'd never confessed to something so painfully obvious that it mainly hurt because she hadn't said it back. His heart had been battling with his mind for so long that all he felt was chaos.

Nodding his head, he jerked his hand through his hair and looked at the door. "I'm sorry for disturbing you."

"Seth," she spoke up, but he began to walk to the door. "Seth!" she called to him, but he opened the door and slammed it behind him, causing her to jump.

That's when she really allowed herself to break down. She'd lost her closest friend to a stupid rivalry that meant nothing to her anymore. She'd lost her title to a woman who basically left her as a placeholder while she went to marry a semi-retired wrestler. And now she'd lost the man who she cared about more than anything in this world. More than wrestling. More than the title that she used to carry with pride.

She was just alone. With nothing.