Shout out to those of you who have reviewed. It has been motivating. My hours at work have changed to normal-people hours, so I plan on continuing to write on a regular basis.

November 23, 2011: New Orleans, Louisiana; Mariott Inn

AJ lazily smiled at Chara, laying beside him. Her skin seemed to glisten as the morning daylight struck her bare back, her hands tucked under the pillow she was laying on. She was entangled in the bed sheet, and he enjoyed watching her shoulders rise and fall with each breath she took as she slept. He thought about touching her, just because he wanted to. Yet, he thought better of it; the last thing he wanted to do was to wake her. They'd had quite the night and early morning, after all.

Although he'd wanted to sleep in just a little, AJ knew he wouldn't be able to. He just simply didn't do that. Unfortunately for him, no matter when he fell asleep, his body wanted to be awake and alert at the earliest hours of the morning. And so, running off from about four hours of sleep would have to do for now.

"Mmmm," Chara turned from her belly over to her back, a small smile forming as she sleepily gazed at AJ. "Why are you looking at me?" she wondered, her words tired.

"Just imagining what you would look like sleeping in my bed back home," he mumbled. It was partially true. Whatever happened last night was perhaps the start of a real relationship between them. He was both nervous and ecstatic, happy that they'd finally been able to accept that they were interested in each other. This wasn't a student/tutor relationship anymore. Not even close.

"Hmmm," Chara drew her head close to his bare chest, nuzzling him. "As long as you're with me, I could sleep on a bed of needles," she replied.

"This bed is pretty close to just that," AJ smiled into her hair, which was now limply curled and mussed up from all the extracurricular activities earlier. "I promise you, my bed is much nicer than this."

"I guess you'll have to prove it," she murmured.

Suddenly, AJ got the idea in his head to capture the moment. Normally, he wasn't one to take photos, but in that particular moment, he wanted to remember Chara snuggled up to him forever. Her hair splayed all over the awful pillowcase that the hotel had decorated with. Her sleepy, beautiful face. Her swollen, pink lips from all the kissing that they'd done (they'd had to make up for a lot of lost time).

AJ reached on the nightstand for his phone, opening the camera. Chara saw what he was grabbing for, and buried her head further into his chest. "Oh my god, no way," she whined. "I am certain that I look like hot garbage. No way do I want you to be photographing my 'Walk of Shame.'"

AJ laughed lightly. "First of all, you are gorgeous and you know it. Even when you just woke up from a night out. I just want to save this moment forever," he stroked her hair gently, noticing that she must have had an entire can of hairspray in it the night before. It was sticky and very dry. "Second of all, this isn't a 'Walk of Shame.' I'm not going anywhere, and you aren't either. You're stuck with me now."

"And third?" she squeaked, slowly retreating from AJ's muscular, safe chest. She was clearly being sold on the idea of getting her picture taken. He was just too damn smooth.

"What makes you think there's a third?"

"I don't know," she shrugged, peeking her eyes up at him and meeting his face. "Is there a third?"

"Third...You don't need to worry about anyone else ever seeing it. I would never do that to you."

She gave in, allowing him to snap a picture of both of them laying in bed together. One of her breasts was fully exposed, and her head was pressed up under AJ's chin. It very much looked like they'd just had sex, even though they actually hadn't. AJ saved the picture, saving it as the day's date. 112311BB.

"What does the BB stand for?" Chara had inquired.

"Benefit Ball," he replied. "I never want to forget that dress," he nodded towards the red dress that was in a pile by the shoes she'd worn. It was like the scene out of a movie. Chara's cheeks turned a bit pink, and she realized that AJ was holding her gaze. She could feel her head buzzing as she tipped her face upwards to kiss his perfect mouth. He moved down just an inch, and they locked lips passionately, as though it was going to be the last time they'd ever kiss again.

"Send it to me," she urged him. "I swear to God, I'll never show another soul. It'd be absolutely humiliating."

AJ did, after making her promise that she would never tell anyone that it existed. Ever.

October 11, 2016: 4:30 PM

AJ bit his lip, trying his hardest to suppress his anger.

"Look, I understand that you can't just hand off keys to rooms that aren't mine. But this is urgent," his face was beginning to redden, and he was getting hot. This was really pissing him off.

A few hours ago, the WWE doctor, Chris Amann, came to check up on Chara's status. He grimaced when he saw the state that the woman was in, instantly pulling out his cell phone from his jeans pocket. AJ suspected it was to confirm to Hunter that yes, indeed, Chara was in just as bad condition as had been reported.

He'd checked her vitals, checked her arms and legs for markings, and forced her eyes open so he could shine his little flashlight into them.

"What do you think, Doc?" Sami Zayn had piped up from the chair he was sitting in. He, too, had been caring for Chara throughout the day. That way, AJ could get a little bit of sleep. They each took shifts, so to speak, caring for her and ensuring that she wasn't choking or dying of heat.

"Well," Dr. Amann clicked a pen as he wrote on a pad of legal paper. "Miss Wright definitely appears to have taken some kind of drug. A lot of the things you guys have described including what I've seen is very consistent with the effects of the popular date-rape drug, GHB," he confirmed.

AJ's agitation had risen to a whole new level at that point. "I fucking knew it," he shot, gritting his teeth.

"Mixing the drug with alcohol, however, is very concerning. Her blood pressure seems awfully low for her age. However, if it were a lot of the drug, I don't think she'd be with us," the doctor continued, casting his eyes downward.

As in, she could've died if she'd overdosed, AJ thought to himself. Which means Corbin new exactly how much to mix in.

"So, you're going to question the idiot that did this, right?" Sami was much more calm with his words. AJ wasn't sure how he could remain so calm when something so vile had happened to Chara. Didn't he want to go kick Baron Corbin's teeth in just as much as he did?

"Well, about that," Dr. Amann stroked his chin for a moment, thinking. "We can't do anything unless one of two things happens. Either an eye-witness comes forward, or we've got clear, solid evidence. We've requested the security tapes from the hotel bar area to see if we can find anything that is a little off. But until then, we will just have to be careful of rumors circulating without a certainty. The last thing we need is for this to make the rounds on the internet."

After letting the men know that there wasn't an antidote to the drug, he highly recommended keeping an eye on the sleeping woman in addition to keeping her hydrated once she was awake.

"She should eat something," he's said. "But it wouldn't be surprising if she doesn't want to." On his way out, he was dialing Hunter's personal cell phone.

So, after all that, AJ realized that eventually, Chara would be waking up. He'd realized that the clothes that him and Sami had struggled off from her earlier were sopping wet with sweat and a faint beer smell. She didn't have any of her necessities; obviously, so he volunteered himself to go and get them from her room.

Except, after turning her jeans inside out, he found that she didn't have her hotel keycard or her cell phone.

"Check the front desk," Sami had offered. "I bet she left them at the bar when Baron was dragging her out the door."

AJ had, but nobody had turned anything in. And now, he was finagling with the young man who was running the front, trying his hardest to get a key activated to get into her room. The young man was doing his job, of course. And quite well. Hotels usually had a zero-tolerance policy for the WWE Superstars as far as getting room numbers and such went. This was to respect the privacy of the performers. Unfortunately for AJ, he was not a crazed fan but simply there to get Chara's belongings.

As if the bad news from the Doctor wasn't enough, he was standing in the lobby practically begging to be let into Chara's room. He supposed he also wanted to find out immediately if she'd left her phone in the room. He had a bad, bad feeling that she hadn't. Although, he didn't recall seeing it last night, either. But if she'd brought it with her and met Baron Corbin, he suspected that Corbin had gone through it and found the picture that was currently making its rounds online.

After all, she had been so fucked up last night she wouldn't have even realized he was looking through her phone.

"I am sorry, sir," the young boy stated once again, shaking the thoughts from AJ. "I have strict orders from my manager to not allow additional room keys to be activated."

"Is your manager here?" AJ asked, drumming his fingers against the stone of the counter. "If so, can I talk to him? This is an emergency."

The young man looked up at him, curiosity peaking in his eyes. "Yes, sir," he replied. He went to the office behind the counter, and a large, middle-aged man waddled through the door. He pushed his glasses up to his nose, as though he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"AJ St-t-tyles?" the man stuttered, raking a hand through his balding, reddish hair. "I'm sorry-I'm such a fan of yours. Great work as of late with Bray Wyatt and Abigail, although I would love to see you retain. H-h-how may I help you?"

"Well, your young employee here is doing an excellent job. However, one of the fellow performers lost her key card last night and it hasn't been turned in. She's very sick, and can't come get one herself. I am coming to retrieve the items left behind in her room."

"Er...well, AJ, we have a v-v-very strict policy for all of the t-t-talents," he mumbled, his cheeks reddening.

"I know that," AJ stated coolly, reminding himself that these poor saps were only doing exactly what had been asked of them. "As I told this young man, though, it's an emergency. And, if you just activate another key for us, I've got something for you, too. This is really important," he finally plopped a $50 bill on the counter, and the man looked up at him in disbelief.

"Please," AJ breathed, exasperated. "It's for room 222. I just want to get her things, and I'll leave the card on the bed for the housekeeping staff. Nobody will ever have to know a thing."

The older man made a face upward, as though he was checking the camera above, as he slowly took the bill from the counter top. "I will be right b-b-back," he agreed quietly. When he returned, he had a little plastic keycard with a room number written on the envelope. He also held a black Sharpie in his hand. He stuck out the bill once again, and asked AJ to sign it.

AJ did, but also signed a piece of the stationery with the hotel's logo and such on it. Just in case he ever was in desperate need for the fifty bucks, he'd told the manager. The feeble guy was so over the moon with meeting one of his on-screen heroes, he'd forgotten all about breaking the policy. AJ thanked him numerous times before heading towards the staircase to the right.

Once he had gotten to Chara's door, he found himself nervous. What if Baron Corbin was waiting for him, ready to beat the shit out of him? After all, he had sent him to the floor the night before. Then again, after knowing what they all knew now, Corbin was without a doubt responsible for Chara's condition. He had a feeling that until it had blown over, he wasn't trying to get into any more trouble. The unfortunate part of it was, AJ realized, that the whole thing probably would blow over. Nobody had any proof that he'd slipped something into Chara's drink. He hoped maybe the bartender last night had at least seen something.

However, he also though that perhaps this wasn't the first time the Lone Wolf had done something like this to an unsuspecting, naive victim.

After letting himself into Chara's room, he noticed that it clearly hadn't been lived in at all. Chara's bags were in the corner, some items of clothes strewn around the room. It looked as though she'd been searching for something to wear. He smiled to himself, catching a small, wandering scent of her lavender perfume.

He began stuffing her items back into the largest bag she had, being mindful of each item he touched. He imagined the black t-shirt he'd stuffed into the bag clinging to Chara's little frame. He pictured her wearing the striped pajama shorts to bed the night before. He predicted how her ass looked in the tight little jeans.

AJ moved on to the bathroom, ensuring each of her toiletries was safely tucked into a separate bag. But seriously, how much makeup did one girl need? he wondered to himself, cramming tubes and clamps and pods into a small, vinyl case. He checked the shower to see if she had her own shampoo and conditioner. As it turned out, she did. He quickly swiped them from the small indentation of the tub, tossing those into her bag as well.

He did one final sweep of her room to make sure he hadn't missed anything. AJ also bitterly realized that her phone was indeed missing, and had gotten into the hands of someone who was wicked and spiteful.

Readying to leave, he swung her over-packed bags over his shoulder hoping that she wasn't awake yet. If she was awake, she wouldn't have anything to wear, which meant that Sami would be hanging out with her while she wore virtually nothing. Not that he should be jealous, but he was...

He went to leave the key the manager had activated for him on the already-made bed, but stopped in his tracks. There was already a card there. He guessed it was likely Chara's key card. Next to it was a little purple phone, which was dead. And under that?

The picture from the morning of the Benefit. Chara smiled up at him in black and white, their nude bodies wrapped up into each other. He'd made a point not to look at it online, but seeing it in person made him feel sick. He'd been so happy in that moment. So certain of Chara. So sure that one day, they would end up married. Looking at it now made him realize that everything he wanted back then hadn't turned out. The worst of it was that he'd forced himself to believe he wasn't at fault at all. If he'd just listened, he probably would have understood Chara's thought process. They might have been able to make it work, despite the mess.

And now, it was an even bigger mess. His wife was threatening to send him divorce papers because he hadn't revealed he was working with an ex-girlfriend. He also had never mentioned that Chara existed at all.

Shaking away both the memories and his problems with a shudder, AJ picked up the picture in his hands. Fuck, Chara was beautiful. In any other situation, he would have happily welcomed the nostalgia. Today, though, wasn't the day to commemorate the past.

He sighed, wishing he had a time capsule. If only he could try again to keep Chara within his grasp. He would have allowed her to go to New Japan. Shit, he would've gone with her. Supported her each step of the way, as he should have the entire time.

He noticed that the picture had a note on it as well. On the bottom, someone had written in thick, blackened letters:

How about an autograph, Champ? This one's for the world to see!

Baron Corbin smiled as he glanced down at the check in his hands. Yep, TMZ had written it out for him on the spot. $5,000 for that very telling picture of the current Champ and the little tramp.

He had been quite sore upon waking up on the floor of the hotel, his head pounding and his cheek raw with a freshly formed bruise. He hadn't seen AJ at all during the course of the night, so he had been shocked when the southern fucker had observed the larger man with his ex-bed buddy. As he should have suspected, Chara's little guardian was keeping an eye on her. If it wasn't Bray, it was AJ, making sure she didn't make a total fool of herself.

To his surprise, though, Chara's little purple phone was underneath his body. That, and the key to her room. He couldn't believe his luck. He'd fully intended to take a picture of her showing the world her tits, displaying them for Twitter to see and revealing that Sister Abigail was certainly not a nun. In a perfect world, showing the world Bray's ghost-like, silver-screened Sister as the skank that she was would get her let go from the company. No more would he have to worry about Bray making a grab at the title that was rightfully his! Not to mention, the fact that he took out an indie darling would make him an instant legend to the wrestlers that were homegrown. He'd get a bit of respect just off from that alone.

He knew his methods were questionable, but Chara had a hard exterior. She wasn't as trusting as he initially thought. After she'd heard about Baron's soon-to-be child, she'd backed off tremendously. He had to re-think the approach, hoping that he could find a way to keep her interested in what he had to offer. No, he had no intention on anything else with her besides maybe a quick go in the bedroom.

Of course, things didn't work out that way. The shiner was proof of that.

He could have had a party upon finding out that Chara's phone didn't have a security lock to it whatsoever. He'd swiped through her pictures, amazed at how many selfies she took for someone who seemed so against the grain. She had been so different than most the other women in the locker room that he kind of expected her photo reel to be landscapes and in-the-moment photos. But Chara was just the same as the rest of them.

He was also surprised to see how far back the photos dated to. At first, he wondered why she hadn't gotten a new phone since 2011. Then, he realized that she actually had a card in her phone, keeping her thousands of pictures saved. The further back he got, the juicier the photos got. Chara and Mickie James, touching the tips of their tongues. Chara's legs in a bath tub. Chara holding up a see-through t-shirt to show off her abs. Sami Zayn's ass.

Then, Baron Corbin had hit gold. There it was; the proof that the world had been seeking. It was well-known that Chara was sleeping with AJ Styles, although nobody could prove it. There were plenty of people who witnessed the night Sami had found out about her hopping on AJ's dick. Of course, that was all speculation, and fans online didn't accept the story as it was. The real-world only knew that AJ had trained her, and she had a school girl crush on him. Despite the damning evidence, there were still plenty of theories out there.

It was confirmed that she was blacklisted by pretty much every wrestling company, which was in part Styles' fault. Because AJ had denied that anything was going on between them through thick and thin, he had saved face at the peak of his career. He avoided the embarrassment, instead throwing Chara under the bus.

This photo, though, proved that AJ was a liar. And it was Too Sweet. Pun intended.

Baron chuckled to himself, laughing at his own dumb joke. Smirking over how lucky he'd been. He had been aiming to destroy Chara's career simply because she didn't deserve to be there and she was an easy target. Instead, Baron was likely going to be able to destroy both of them.

So, the first thing he did? He sold that picture off to one of the largest online gossip websites in the country. At a price, of course. He'd had his eye on a new cycle for awhile, and this was a nice amount towards it.

Oh, Chara.

What's next for the trio? Will her and AJ ever be together? What about Sami?

Will Baron Corbin get what's coming to him?

Will Chara remember what happened the night before, and realize that maybe Corbin isn't that great of a guy?

Let me know your thoughts!