Things weren't getting much better. Finn had heard from some of his friends that, during the Superstar Shakeup, a few of the female talent was making the jump. Much to Finn's chagrin, Sasha was rumored to be one of those people. He did ask Hunter about it, but he claimed he couldn't give him an answer until the day of the shakeup itself. On top of that, Sasha was never away from her husband longer than five minutes to have a decent conversation with him. He had planned to ask her what she knew about the possible trade, but Mikaze was getting skeptical whenever Finn showed up to catering while he and Sasha happened to be there.

The fear of losing his love started to take its toll on him; He was more reckless in the ring. Using a higher risk offence, Finn needed a surge of adrenaline to take his mind off of Sasha. He kept along with the drinking and late night hook ups, even adding a few new faces to his list of girls. But, alas, nothing he could do and no girl could ever take his mind permanently away from the minx with the purple hair.

Why? Why did he have to hook up with a married woman? He knew it wasn't going to end well for him. Why did he have to go to Boston on the Fourth of July? Why did he have to hold her hand? Why did he have to torture himself constantly with the thought of possibly being the guy in her life when it was obvious that would never ever happen?

It was another night of another meaningless episode of RAW. Finn was in the main event in a ladder match that he couldn't care less about. He sat in catering, sneaking whiskey into his cup of black coffee. Just as he was about to finish his third cup, a familiar shade of purple rounded the corner alone. Sasha wandered into catering, fixed herself a cup of coffee, then scanned the room for a place to sit.

Seeing his chance, Finn raised his hand and waved Sasha over. Sasha gave him a warm smile and joined him at his table.

"Hey, Finn, I feel like I haven't seen you in forever." Sasha said, taking a sip from her cup.

Finn considered confessing his feelings right then, but his better instincts held him back. "It's nothin', Sash, I've been busy. I got a whole bran' ta carry on ma back. It's tirin' sometimes."

Sasha chuckled. "I know what you mean. Being the best performer on the Women's brand can be tough."

"'Cept when you botch a dive an' almost break ya neck."

Sasha gave Finn the finger, only meaning it as a joke. "Fuck off, Balor, you don't know shit."

Finn snickered. "I do know we hooked up." He accidentally said aloud, immediately wishing he could stop time and erase himself.

Sasha sighed. "Nattie mentioned you were acting weird the last couple of months. I thought we agreed that was supposed to be a fun fling. I enjoyed it, I know you did too."

"I wish it were tha' easy fer me."

"I didn't expect to get back together with Mikaze so quickly. I honestly thought he was going to hand me divorce papers. But..."

"Ya fell in love wit' 'im again?"

Sasha shrugged. "I guess you could put it that way," She slid her hand over Finn's, sympathetically. "I enjoyed that... so much. But we need to keep what happened that night in the past."

Finn closed his eyes to halt the tears from falling. "Wha' if ya break up wit' 'im, eh? Then can we get anot'er chance?"

"I'm not breaking up with him, Finn."

That sentence felt like a shot to the chest. Finn stood up without another word, ignoring Sasha's pleas to come back, and walked towards Hunter's office.

"Come in."

Finn swung open his bosses door, finding him seated at his desk. "'Ey, boss, can I ask ya somethin'?"

Hunter looked up at Finn. "Sure, Finn, what's on your mind?"

"I wanna get traded ta SmackDown. I know it's shor' notice bu' I know you need guys ta jump. An' I don' have any reason ta stay on RAW."

Hunter considered the idea for a moment, then nodded his head. "Ok, I'll let Shane know. I'll get a good trade outta ya. Thanks, Finn."

Finn thanked his boss then stepped into the hallway.

"Why'd you need to see him?" Sasha asked, perched on a production crate right outside the door.

Finn smiled. "I'm headed ta Tuesday nigh's! Ain' it great?"

Sasha shook her head. "What? What about me?"

"You got Mikaze," Finn said, still smiling but crying on the inside. "He can keep ya company."

"Finn..."

"It's already done, Sasha, no use arguin'."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because," Finn snapped. "I am sick an' tired of ya playin' games with me heart, Sasha. Ya think this is a game, bu' it's no'. I don' wanna be here if yer here."

"Finn, you can't be serious."

"You look me in the eye right now and tell me you never had feelings for me and I'll stay. If no', then it's bes' I leave and never come back."

Sasha refused to make eye contact with Finn.

"Tha's wha' I thought."

As Finn continued down the corridor, Sasha called after him. "I loved you."

Finn, covering his face to hide the tears, continued walking down the hallway.