I want to thank the people who put this story on alerts. It really means a lot that people are reading my first story in 7 years. I've been waiting for a little added drama, and its time! Obviously I've had to change the time line and results of certain things that happened in the storyline. AEW owns theirs, I own mine. Let's get to it!

~Jessica's POV~

"Phil…" I let out breathlessly as he moved his lips from my mouth to my neck. The second I arrived backstage to Dynamite, he found me and pulled me into a closet and his lips immediately found mine. Friends has very clearly gone out the window.

"Yes baby?" He mumbled into my skin.

"Gotta go…" I managed to get out. He moved back to my lips and kissed me hard.

"I don't want to let you go, I've waited a week." He said pulling me away.

"I'm sure you have the room next to mine again." I said smiling, he smiled back.

"I have the room next to yours for the next month." I leaned up and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

"Then you can wait for later." I said reaching for the door.

"Wait," he said stopping me in my tracks, "I have a match with Mike tonight, are you going to be out there?"

"I'm not sure, depends on what Max says." He frowned, that definitely wasn't the answer he was looking for. I smiled sadly and walked out the door towards Max's locker room. As the door was closing I heard Phil yell out a quick "I love you". When I arrived I fixed my appearance and pushed open the door.

"Where were you?!" Yelled Max when I walked in.

"Walking." I said plopping on his couch.

"Why the hell were you walking?" He asked, still angry with my answer.

"Walking is good for you, better than sitting here." I said. He huffed angrily.

"I don't have time for your childish antics." He said, I raised an eye brow at him, "Wardlow is wrestling Punk tonight and we need to focus."

"If Mike is wrestling him, why do we all need to focus?" I asked, I received another disapproving look.

"Wardlow, I need you to really beat the crap out of him tonight, no mercy, give him his first loss." Mike nodded dutifully, eyes on me. I shot him a look of "please don't break him."

"Sean, you'll accompany Wardlow." Max said.

"I'm assuming you'll want me to go out there too?" I asked, trying to sound disinterested.

"No. You stay back with me." He said.

"Why?" Flew out of my mouth before I could stop it. This earned me another dirty look.

"Because I said so, understood?" I bit my lip. I pulled out my phone and texted Phil.

"Max said no for tonight, no TV time for me." I sent. He answered back almost immediately.

"Of course he said no. I know you'll still cheer for me from the back ;)"

"Always." I wrote back. The rest of the time before the show went by quickly, and before I knew it Mike and Sean were leaving for the ring. I shot Mike another look and he nodded, silently understanding that I was begging at this point.

"Let's go." Said Max gruffly.

"I thought we weren't going out there." I said, getting up and following him out the door.

"We're not, we're going to watch on a monitor. I want to make sure you're seeing this match." He said. I could hear the smirk in his voice…something was going to happen and it wasn't good.

We positioned ourselves at a monitor and began to watch. I could feel people around us staring…I wasn't surprised…I knew there was a lot of locker room talk about Max and I and our new "partnership". The match began just like any other. I was still unsure as to why Max wanted to make sure we watched what happened…and then it began.

Mike lifted Phil up and power bombed him hard. He picked him up and did it a second time. Max smirked as I winced each time Phil hit the mat. Mike placed his foot for the pin.

"So you wanted me to see him lose." I stated…there was no question.

"Oh, we're not done." He said, his smirk growing. I watched as Sean pulled Mike off Phil, my eyes widening as I realized what was about to happen.

"Two wasn't enough?" I asked, my throat beginning to grow tighter. I watched Mike lift Phil and slam him three more times.

"Make him stop!" I yelled, tears were streaming down my face.

"This is what he deserves." He said, "There's no stopping until his career is done."

"No," I said back, "It's stopping." My feet took off before my brain could process what they were doing. I ran right though gorilla and out onto the stage. The crowd went wild at the sight of my tear stained face. Mike picked Phil up again, and slammed him hard to the mat. Sean cheered from the side of the ring, ordering another power bomb. I froze, as the cheers turned to boos as Max came beside me and grabbed my arm, stopping me from going further.

"Again!" He yelled. Mike turned back to Phil but he managed to grab him and pull him into a quick pin, getting the win. Cult of Personality came on and Max yelled in anger. Phil laid lifeless in the middle of the ring, the only movement being his chest rising and falling hard.

"Let me help him!" I begged Max. He tighten his grip as Mike and Sean met us on the top of the ramp. The three of them stared at Phil in the ring before Max pulled me back. Once we were behind the curtain I broke down and lost it.

"You're the biggest piece of shit I've ever met!" I yelled crying, "How does watching someone else get pushed past their physical limits bring you joy? You couldn't even do it yourself you pussy!" I screamed, pushing Max in the chest. He took a few steps back, my shove catching him off guard.

"Wardlow." He said uneasily. Mike nodded and stood in between us.

"YOU!" I said, beginning to pound on his chest, "You didn't have to do that! You could think for yourself you know! He doesn't own you! You promised…'' I was sobbing now, completely losing control of my emotions.

"Let's go." Mike said softly.

"I'm not going anywhere with any of you!" I screamed. Behind me I could hear someone mention that Phil made it to the trainer's room. I pushed past the three stunned men and ran for the room. I didn't make it very far, as my brother called from behind me. I stopped and turned to face him. Judging by his face he and the rest of the Inner Circle had just witnessed my entire freak out.

"What the hell was that?" He yelled, "Since when do you care what happens to Phil?!" I said nothing as silent tears rolled down my face.

"Jessica, don't tell me…" he started, "don't tell me you'd be that stupid and go back to that piece of shit! Don't you remember what he did to you?!" He yelled again.

"I'm not back with him." I managed to croak out.

"Then why the hell are you screaming at Max and beating on Matt over what just happened out there? Why are you running in the direction of the trainer's office?"

"It's none of your business Chris." I said back.

"Actually it is, you're my little sister, and I'm part of the reason you're even yourself again, the reason you even went back to wrestling. If you go back to him, I can't do that again!" My cheeks grew red as he yelled at me.

"I'm a grown woman Chris, I don't need my big brother policing me like I'm 5!" I yelled back.

"Then stop acting like one and make smart decisions!" I frowned saying nothing. I began to take steps backwards.

"Tell me you're not seeing him." My brother demanded. Tears continuously streamed down my face as I turned around. I couldn't tell him, it would blow my deal with Max and then everything would be out in the open.

"When he leaves you again, I'm not helping you! I have my own shit to deal with this time!" He yelled after me. I picked up my pace and made it to the trainer's room. I threw open the door, sobbing again as I saw Phil laying facedown on the table. They were beginning to wrap ice around Phil's lower back. He lifted his head at the sound of the door opening.

"Hey…" he said softly. His face grew concerned at the sight of me, I could imagine I didn't look so good. "Hey, don't cry…I'm okay." He motioned for the trainer to let him sit up and lean back. The trainer left the room, giving us privacy. Phil opened his arms and I softly placed myself in them, being careful of any injuries he may of had. As his arms wrapped around me, my tears doubled.

"Baby, what's wrong? This has to be more than just the match." He said, trying to rub my back the best he could. I couldn't even get out a word. I just wanted him to hold me and tell me that everything was going to be okay.

"I don't want to talk about it." I got out in between sobs. I couldn't let him know what Chris said, it would kill him to know that my brother thought of him that way. He continued to rub my back as we sat in silence. We stayed in the trainers office for the rest of the show. Eventually there was a knock at the door. I looked at Phil and then back at the door as it opened. I was relieved to see Tony Khan.

"So that was something out there." He said softly. "How are you feeling Phil?"

"Sore, but I'll live." Phil said with a soft smile.

"Great to hear." Tony said smiling, his smile fell as he continued, "Listen, I don't know what's going on between you both and MJF but Jess, your reaction has given me a bit of hope…" I raised my eyebrow.

"Now, I don't know what your status with each other is, but based on what I saw tonight…" he trailed off, "The fans would lose their minds if you guys teamed up again. I know as a fan, I loved watching the two of you on TV…you guys had a chemistry like no other." Phil and I looked at each other and smiled. I know for me, being on TV with him were the best years of my career. Before I could speak Phil diplomatically answered for the both of us.

"Tony, it's definitely something I'd want to do…but now isn't the right time. Give us a bit and we'll seamlessly work it in." He grabbed my hand and squeezed.

"Sounds good to me, I trust you both." Tony said as he headed back for the door. As he turned the knob he turned to us one more time, "By the way," he started, "everyone left so…no one would see if you left together." With that statement Tony left Phil and I alone in the room.

"You heard the man," he started saying grunting as he got up, "let's get our bags and get back to our room." Phil and I walked the halls in silence, stopping at his locker room and then Max's to get my stuff. I pulled out my phone to see several missed calls and texts.

"WHERE ARE YOU?!" Was sent by Max at least 7 times.

"I'M LEAVING WITHOUT YOU! GOOD LUCK GETTING BACK!" Was the last one from him.

"Jess, I'm sorry. You know I have to follow the contract. Is Phil okay?"

"You're right, I shouldn't have listened to Max. I should have stopped."

"Where are you? Max is flipping out. We're leaving without you." All came from Mike.

"What the hell happened between you and your brother? He's screaming and not making sense." Came from my sister in law, Jessica.

"You're in love with Phil and the whole world knows it." Was Renee's text, the last one I missed. My face twisted up as I read each one.

"You okay?" Phil asked peering over my shoulder.

"Yeah. Just don't want to deal with any of this shit now." I said.

"Then don't." He said, lacing his fingers with mine and leading me out of the room towards the parking lot. Sure, I don't have to deal with this now…but eventually everything with catch up with me.

Well, there you have it! The center of the shit storm! Let me know if you enjoyed it, and if not, let me know too!