A/N: I'm just going to pick up at Elimination Chamber. I've gotten a little behind on WWE because of the end of school, but now that I'm out, I'm going to catch up.

Finally. Elimination Chamber. My first real championship match was a fatal four way between Paige, Naomi, and Nikki Bella. I took deep breaths as I stood at the entrance of the arena. This was a major shot. I can't screw this up. It's now or never.

Earlier that day

"Thanks for being my ride Eran," I said. This week has been pretty crappy. Not only have I been having to deal with Diva drama when I was added to the match, but adapting to a new person's sleeping and traveling schedule is weird. Oh believe me, I love Eran to death but there's just a few things I didn't know about her. Here. Let me just list this shit.

1. She doesn't eat breakfast (she thinks it's unhealthy).

2. She's dating Mike Miz. Has been for a week. So he's been here every damn day.

3. She sleepwalks.

Okay, so number one and three isn't too bad but she's dating Miz. Y'know. Miz. Annoying best friend of Nick? Yeah. Oh yeah.

They're here all the damn time. Both of them.

And it's awkward as hell.

"If you woulda just loved Nick like I wanted you too," Mike trailed off.

"Mike…"

"I'm just saying," he said, hands up in defense.

"And I'm just saying shut the hell up."

It's a never ending battle. He'll always be like this. Annoying little bastard.

"Look, Mike, Hanna's my friend. Bows before bros, mkay? Anyway," Eran said, waving her hand in the air. "You ready for this match tonight? Your first title match! I'm so proud of you!" She had a huge smile on her face as she side hugged me.

We were carrying our bags from the hotel to Eran's Range Rover. Tonight's the big night. First real title match. Stephanie had asked me to come in early, so that basically meant the lot of us were just going now.

"I'm more nervous than excited. It's crazy that tonight's my first title shot."

"Well, you're not getting any younger sweetheart," Mike chimed in.

"Neither are you wrinkle face."

Eran sighed. "Both of you shut up before I kill you. I'm gonna invite Nick over just so Mike bothers him," she whispered in my direction.

"SHOTGUN," I yelled at Mike as I ran toward the vehicle. I ran as fast as my brown legs would. Today was a warm day in Corpus Christi, so I was in a Bad News Barrett tee, high waisted jean shorts that framed my thighs and ass like a glove, and black Chaco's.

"Dammit Grimes. I say I get front seat. People want to see my face more than yours out of a front window."

I climbed into the white Rover with my duffel bag and backpack in the floorboard.

"Let's just get to the arena before you two kill each other," Eran said as she got in the driver's seat.

Dean's POV

"Tonight, I want Skyler to escort you to your match," Stephanie said. I sat at the far end of the table across from Stephanie with Hanna on my right. Stephanie had a grin on her face, eager for me to ask why.

I didn't say anything. I just rolled my eyes a little. Hanna kept a poker face and just nodded at the boss lady's instructions.

"No disrespect, but why?" Hanna asked cautiously. Dammit girl. This better be good.

"Well," Stephanie said, leaning on the table, "we're planning on you to win the Divas Championship tonight, so it's sort of a good luck thing. I'll let you guys pick. Either you can distract Seth in the match to help Dean win, or you can betray Dean and help Seth."

I looked over at Skyler with a face of "I don't give a shit." She threw her curly hair behind her and looked at me with wide eyes.

"Well?" Steph said impatiently.

We both looked back at her. "You just give us instructions boss."

Skyler's POV

My theme music blared through the arena. My heart beat out of my chest and my palms were sweaty. I was the last woman to walk out or the back. I put on my bitch face and started walking out.

"Introducing from Ocala, Florida, Skyler Rae!" I heard Eden announce. I walked with a swagger in my step and high fived fans on my way to the ring. I had on new ring attire: black spandex shorts, black wrestling boots with purple kick pads and my new logo, and a cut up Dean Ambrose shirt.

Oh the fan girl screams as I walked to the ring.

I flipped my hair and gave a crap eating grin as I gestured to my waist. That title was mine. It's mine dammit.

The second I jumped into the ring, the bell went off and every girl went after me. I was pushed into a corner with kicks to the stomach and chest from Nikki, Naomi, and Paige. I felt one of them push me off the mat and into the floor. The air was knocked out of my lungs as I tried to regroup.

Using the steel stairs, I stood up, leaned over. Paige's scream echoed over from the other side of the ring. I rolled back through the ropes just as Paige kicked Nikki down off the bottom ropes.

As Paige pulled Naomi up on her shoulders, I super kicked her, causing Naomi to tumble down and roll through the ropes. I covered Paige for the count. 1…2… kick! She got up quickly and began beating me back down. Nikki Bella came back in as Paige went to the corner to wait for me to stand. Nikki rolled me up for a quick count, but I powered out at 1. Nikki stood up just as Paige came from the corner and hit a vertical suplex. Nikki rolled out as I hit Paige with a tilt a whirl backbreaker. Gone for the cover with 1…2…3!

Holy shit. I did it. I'm the new Divas Champion.

"The winner is… Skyler Rae!"

The ref handed me the title and raised my hand as I was hit with a cheap shot from Naomi. Tons of boos exploded in the crowd. Naomi kicked me repeatedly, yelling things like "That's mine!" Crazy bitch! I won it fair and square!

Suddenly, Dean's music hit and the crowd erupted. Naomi looked around slowly and confused when an angry and dark looking Ambrose emerged from behind her. I stayed on the mat, clutched over in pain. The other woman scrambled from the ring as I turned back over to look at Dean. His dark and mysterious appearance intimidated me as he held his hand out for me to take. As I took it, all of the fans began to cheer a mixture between "Skyler" and "Ambrose."

He helped me as I slowly walked back towards the gorilla with the championship around my waist. As we made it to the back, he helped me to the Divas locker room I was staying in. I was in there with Eran. I had to get ready for his match.

"Great match Skyler," Dean said flatly as he left.

"Thanks," I said as the door slammed. He looked pissed as he left. I don't know what happened, but he didn't really have to be pissed.

The WWE doctor came in and wrapped my waist and gave me an ice pack and Advil. I had a sharp pain in my lungs with each deep breath.

"That match was hella good," Eran fangirled as she rubbed my back. "I'm so proud of you kiddo."

"Thanks E. Hey, do you mind helping me straighten up my outfit and hair and stuffs?" I asked goofily.

She straightened up the strings on my cut up tee and pulled up my kickpads. She applied a fresh coat of mascara and set me on my way.

"Goodluck bubble butt!" she called as I swaggered my hips walking out the door. Gosh, I love my best friend.

My walk to the entrance wasn't as bad as I had thought. The pain in my lungs eased up and my walk was a little better. The title was on my shoulders as Dean met back up with me. His wrist tape had "SR" written in sharpie. I'm ready for this match.

"You ok?" He asked crankily.

"Hey Ambrose, why don't you treat her like a lady? I know I would," Seth said, winking at me.

"Fuck off Rollins," Dean muttered.

I looked back up at Dean and whispered, "I'm fine. Thanks."

Rollins went out, escorted by J&J Security and Kane. Dean's music hit after about five minutes. He went out in his regular crazed manor, but when he stopped at the top of the ramp, the crowd got quiet. My cue.

As I walked out to stand next to Dean, the crowd exploded. Seth grabbed a microphone and one of the stage hands brought us one.

"Whoa whoa whoa, cut the music. Cut the music!" Seth yelled, making the music cut. "Hey… Sweetheart? This is the big boy games. I suggest you take that little title and your cute butt back to the back."

I cocked my eyebrow and asked Dean for the mic. He grinned and handed it to me gracefully.

"Oh Seth… Don't you see?" I climbed into the ring with Dean behind me. "I'm not like regular girls." With that, I open handedly slapped him as hard as I could. I slid out of the ring as the ref called for the bell. Come on Dean.

They immediately locked up. Rollins twisted Dean's elbow behind him. Dean then did the same to Seth and they started going back and forth. The match continued on as I began to look at my surroundings. I started a "Let's go Ambrose!" chant and I locked eyes with the man on the opposite side of the ring as Seth regrouped with J&J. Kane.

Shit. He wasn't part of the plan. I'll just have to play it off.

I smirked and tilted my head a bit. All Kane did was shake his head no at me. He looked over at J&J when they were finished and then gestured in my direction. They all looked over at me and smirked.

Shiiiiiiit.

Suddenly, they all put their attention back on the match. Phew! Close call.

Well, I thought so anyway. Joey and Jamie got on either side of me, cornering me to one side of the ring. Hmm…

I skipped over to Joey. He looked super confused. I widened my big brown eyes and grinned at him. One of my hands went to his shoulders as I grinned "sweetly" at him.

Sweet my ass. I head butted him and connected with a cradle DDT. My ribs and lungs exploded with pain as the crowd went nuts.

Jamie rushed over to Joey to check on him. Kane just stayed in his spot, laughing and watching. I used the barricade as a crutch to help me stay standing.

Seth was obviously distracted by this and hung over the top ropes, yelling at me. I just shrugged and smiled, then winced in pain. Dean went in for the roll up, 1…2 and Kane pushed the ref into Dean at the 3, disqualifying Seth.

The ref stopped the match, declaring Dean was the winner as a result of a DQ causing tons of booing from the crowd. Dean wouldn't let go of the belt, resulting in a fight where Roman Reigns' music hit. I couldn't do much to help. I already hurt myself again when I hit the DDT.

Roman superman punched a running Rollins, took the title from him, and tossed it to me. I took off toward the stairs up the arena seating. Roman and Dean met me half way up, allowing me to give Dean the title. He raised it high and proud as the crowd went wild. I got pats on the back and shoulders all the way up. We finally made it to the top of the stairs and back to the back when we began to talk.

"Thanks bro," Dean said, fist bumping Roman. They shared a smile when I patted Dean's back. Roman looked at me and nodded. I knew what he meant.

I extended my hand toward him.

Roman took it with one question.

"How's it goin' baby sister?"

A/N: Hanna's Roman's baby sister? Whaaaat? Hey guys! I've missed writing like this. It's a lot easier to get back into the writing mood when there's a pay per view. I'm gonna start just using wrestler's ring names to identify them. I'll reference to their real names every now and then, but the only one that will really get called their real name is Hanna (bc she's my OC). Anyway, thanks for reading, and remember, like, follow, review, and favorite!