Seth could only watch from the doorway as Dr. Sampson tried getting CJ to respond. She was currently laying on the exam table in the fetal position, cradling her knee while the doctor, EMTs, Brock, and Paul Heyman were trying to get her to uncurl herself so they could examine her knee. Eventually he got tired of hearing them beg and forced himself through the people to her to the exam table, kneeling in front of the table to make eye contact.

"Babe I know it hurts, but I need you to relax and let them look at it." Seth tried soothing her, smoothing her hair back and out of her face. "Please, CJ."

"Stay with me."

"I'll never leave." Seth assured, kissing her forehead before look up at Sampson. "How do you want her, doc?"

"We're going to have to lay her flat on her back." Sampson stated, watching as Seth climbed onto the table and guided CJ's head onto his lap.

"Deep breaths, CJ." Seth spoke softly, feeling her hands shoot up to grasp his forearms when they straightened out her body. "I know it sucks, I know. You've just got to breathe while they try to figure out what's wrong."

"My ACL is torn. I already know that." CJ groaned, avoiding Seth's concerned, yet disappointed, gaze.

"You went out there with a torn ACL and walked out of WrestleMania Thirty with the title?" Paul asked, placing a hand on Brock's shoulder to steady himself. "Oh my lord I am the best talent scout in the history of this business. I masterminded the conquering of the streak and the first diva to defend the title at WrestleMania walked out with the title while severely injured. I don't scout talent, I scout warriors."

"Damn straight." CJ agreed, releasing Seth's arm to fist bump Paul and Brock respectively. Seth could only shake his head at the fact that his girl was seriously hurt, knew she was seriously hurt, kept this from everybody, competed anyways, and was being applauded for it by her own manager. It only made him wonder if she had told anybody and, if she did, why they would let her go out there. He could understand not wanting to let go of the title and especially not wanting to be the first diva to defend and lose the title at WrestleMania, but at the expense of her career? It wasn't worth it in his opinion. But he knew CJ and knew that nothing meant more to her than her image in the wrestling world. He knew that she wanted to be seen as a winner, not a loser, at all costs. Sometimes her pride was just too much for him to handle.

Meanwhile, William Regal was between a rock and a hard place. Dean and Roman had him trapped in their locker room, the Englishman was seated on the bench while Roman stood behind him and Dean sat in a steel chair in front of him, neither seemed interested in moving. They did, however, seem interested in making this as uncomfortable in making him as possible. Regal knew in the way that Dean's eyes were fixated on him that Dean was trying to make him crack under the discomfort of the two-on-one situation.

But he wasn't going to give in to Dean's mind games. He made that clear when he simply crossed his legs, rest his hands in his lap, and looked at the younger man whom he once called a friend. He could tell that his bored expression was aggravating Dean more and more with every second that went by, and the young man was on the brink of pacing erratically. He could see it in the way that Dean's foot tapped against the carpeted floor rapidly and how Dean would shake his hand by his ear in that typical Ambrose manner. Dean Ambrose was on the edge of a breakdown, and Regal wanted to be the man who sent him over the edge.

And he did. All it took was one smirk and Ambrose was on his feet, steel chair being flung against the wall in his rage.

"Have I stuck a nerve?" Regal asked, looking up at Reigns while Ambrose took to pacing the room.

"If I were you, old timer, I'd shut the hell up unless you were telling us why you have it out for our girl." Although Regal wasn't sure who all was involved when the second generation star said "our", he was strangely intimidated by the large man who managed to keep his voice so calm and collected despite the fact that he had been bristling with rage ever since Dean dragged the Englishman into the room and explained the situation.

"I hardly understand how it involves you." Regal argued, keeping his eyes locked on Ambrose who was now mumbling to himself about god know what as he paced.

"If anything happens to her it affects my boys, therefore, it affects me. CJ Jericho is an honorary Shield member, and we look out for our own. Now are you going to talk, or am I going to have to make you talk?"

Trapped in a room with a man who wasn't "all there" in the head and a man who could intimidate with just a few words. William Regal was certainly in excellent hands.

"Why didn't you tell me, CJ?" Seth asked quietly as they watched the championship match together. He was leaning back against the wall, legs dangling off the sides of the exam table while she sat between his legs with ice on her knee and Seth holding her to his chest.

"I didn't want anybody trying to stop me from competing tonight. I'm not a paper champ, Seth, and I wanted my WrestleMania moment. I'm vacating my title tomorrow night, going to Syracuse for surgery, and I'll be back in about a year just in time to claim yet another WrestleMania moment by winning the title back." CJ explained, and Seth knew then that she was only thinking about herself. He really hated when she got like this, and it made him feel like he didn't want a relationship with her because she could be really selfish at times.

"You are so selfish, Chris."

"How am I selfish?" She asked, looking back at him in shock.

"Forget it." He muttered, feeling her tense up in his arms. He didn't like feeling her tense up because of him, and instantly regretted opening his mouth.

"No, Seth. I'm not going to just 'forget it', okay? If you're going to call me selfish, you better have a damn good reason why." CJ demanded as Seth slid off the exam table and paced the empty room. He didn't like having that icy gaze, which was usually reserved for all the divas she hated, being directed at him. Those were the prettiest eyes he had ever seen until she was directing that seemingly always pent up aggravation at him. "I'm waiting."

"You didn't tell me. All I've ever wanted was for you to trust me and let me take care of you, and you can't even tell me that you tore your ACL? Then you go out and compete, running the risk of worsening that injury? Possibly making your time away from me longer? That's not fair CJ."

"My time away from you? Seth, call me crazy, but you're the one being selfish. I bet the second you heard about my knee your concern wasn't me, but how you'd be able to handle me being gone when you want sex."

"You're more than just a sex toy to me, CJ!" Seth finally snapped, already pissed off with her claims. "I've told you time and time again that I wanted us to be more, but you're a fucking commitment phobe and you won't let me fix you."

"You can't fix people, Seth! People aren't broken!"

"You obviously are if you can't see how much I love you, CJ!" He shouted, kicking the wall in frustration when he realized what he had said. She wasn't sure how to take what he had said, since everything about that statement was wrong to her. First he calls her broken and then tells her he loves her?

"Go away, Seth."

"CJ, I'm-"

"Get away from me, you selfish bastard." CJ cut him off, looking away from him and to the human anatomy charts on the wall. "You've told me exactly how you feel, now go. I'll be fine."

"Those Shield boys are nothing but trouble, aren't they?" Kane asked, entering the room just after Seth left. The sight of the second generation star wiping at her eyes wasn't missed by the Director of Operations, and he hoped the fight he eavesdropped on would have her on Team Authority should she have to pick sides. "I've heard about your ACL tear and, on behalf of The Authority, I would like to offer you a position as the Assistant to the Director of Operations. Of course, after you've recovered from surgery and rehabbing."

"Oh, uh-"

"Don't answer now. Think about what The Authority could do for you." Kane cut her off before leaving the room. CJ, now officially creeped out, just needed to be out of the Superdome. So she left. She got her bag, sent Dean a text telling him where she'd be, and left.

After getting the text from CJ, Dean quickly packed up his bag and left. He had already gotten all the information he wanted out of Regal, thanks to Roman being uncharted territory for the Englishman and intimidating as all hell. He couldn't believe that Seth would just let her go, but when he left out the back door and saw Seth with his head against the wall he knew that something had happened. He didn't stop to ask, because Seth had waved him away, and rushed to be with CJ. If Seth was in that bad of a state, then he knew that CJ was worse off.

That was confirmed when he got to their room and saw her laying in the middle of the floor. He felt a pang in his heart seeing her like that and was quick to drop his bag and kneel beside her, gently pulling her into his arms.

"What happened?" Dean asked softly, cradling his head to his chest as he started rocking them slowly.

"My knee gave out."

"And what happened with Seth?" He asked again, letting her know that he knew something was up. "What happened that you're in tears, still in your gear, and not acting like you just pulled off the impossible and made history at WrestleMania?"

"He showed me that he isn't the guy for me." CJ mumbled, not looking up at Dean but unzipping the vest that he didn't even realize that he was still wearing. "Not comfy."

"Sorry. Lean over so I can get this off." Dean instructed, keeping her in his arms as he wriggled out of the vest. "Better?"

"Way better." She spoke as Dean stood carefully, making sure not to shuffle her around too much as he carried her to the bed.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you, honeybee." He whispered into her hair once she was comfortably situated in the bed and he was sitting beside her. CJ wasn't going to question the term of endearment, she liked it too much.

"Why weren't you there?"

"Regal wouldn't let me. He's been the one making your title reign hard, the reason Batista speared you, everything was coordinated by Regal. He wouldn't tell me why he had me on a wild goose chase to protect you, though. Or why he would want to end your career. But I'm glad he did."

"Why? Why would you be glad that Regal sent you to look after me? I'm one mess after another and-"

"And the best thing other than wrestling to walk into my life. You understand not wanting relationships just like I do, and I like what we have going here. I trust you, CJ." Dean cut her off, cupping her cheek and forcing her to look up at him. It was a moment so silent where you could've heard a pin drop and it would've sounded like an earthquake crashed through the room. CJ had learned in the couple months she had spent around Dean that he didn't keep his heart on his sleeve, but in his eyes. She couldn't help but smile when she realized that he wasn't blowing smoke up her ass to make her feel better.

"You're too good to me, Sir Ambrose."

"Well, your highness, it's in the job description."

Many thanks to UntilNeverDawns, ArtisticLullaby, ChelleLew, TaijiaK,Sarcastic Nightmare, AshleighxAwsome, and CharismasXe for reviewing the last chapter! I really really really appreciate you guys for it!