The referee raised your hand in victory over Tay Conti, and you smiled at the crowd, holding your aching neck with your free hand. It had been quite a battle but you'd come out tougher for it.

Suddenly, as Tay was trudging back up the ramp, Tony's Nese's music hit and he came out with Mark Sterling.

He lifted a mic to his lips and spoke cockily as he sauntered down the ramp.

"Well, little Ms. Y/N… Congrats on your victory." He'd reached the ring by then and climbed in with you. Something told you to back up a step, or two.

"No, no really," he said, sensing your hesitancy to trust him. "Congratulations. That was quite the match. Wasn't it, everyone?" He motioned to the AEW audience, and this earned you many cheers and cat calls. "BUT…" He smiled devilishly. "That's not the only thing I want to congratulate you on."

He paused and you stared at him, dreading what was to come if his facial expression was anything to go by.

"It's come to my awareness that you've acquired the romantic attentions of a certain wrestler here at AEW…"

You could feel your face pale. Immediately the steamy kiss you'd shared with Hook entered your mind. How had Nese found out?

"In fact, I have quite the piece of footage of said romantic attentions…"

"Tony, don't do this," You said, swallowing past tears of anger. You stepped toward him and placed your hands in a defensive gesture. Your voice seemed so quiet in the arena. Probably because you weren't speaking into a mic. "It's not anyone's business."

Tony ignored you and motioned to the giant screen behind the both of you. "Roll that beautiful hidden footage!"

The next thing you knew, a video of your kiss with Hook was playing on the big screen and your face burned at all the hoots and hollers of the crowd.

"Tony, stop it!" You screamed. Before you thought your actions through, you'd lunged at him and slapped him across the face. He reacted instantly, grabbing both your wrists in his hands. He backed you into a corner of the ring and glared down at you.

"Not wise, you worthless little cougar."

Mark, who you'd almost forgotten was there, stepped up beside Tony. They had you cornered completely.

There was nowhere to go.

Your teeth clenched, more so you could keep your chin from trembling than from your anger. "Let me out. Now."

"I don't think so," Tony chuckled. He latched onto a hank of your hair. "I think I want to see what all the fuss is about." He tugged your head back and dipped his head down…

Hook's music hit, and immediately a shirtless Hook was jogging for the ring, a look of malice on his face.

Cheers reverberated throughout the arena along with a "Hook" chant.

You took that opportunity to drive your knee up into Tony's groin. "I hope you aren't wearing a cup," you growled at him as he sank to his knees. Pain was etched across his face and you took that to mean he was indeed cupless.

Mark reached over and grabbed you by the throat then, but that's as far as he got. Hook, now in the ring, clocked him in the face with a fist and sent the man staggering back and he fell onto his backside.

Taking your hand wordlessly, Hook led you out of the ring, and up the ramp, through the right tunnel till you reached gorilla.

"You okay," he asked softly when you were behind the curtain. "They hurt you?"

You shook your head. "No, I'm okay."

"Y' sure?"

You nodded again, "Yeah, I'm fine, Hook. Thank you."

Suddenly, he was pushing you up against the wall, his arms closing around you. "You're welcome." And then his mouth was on yours. His lips moved over yours and he spoke softly between kisses. "Not gonna touch what's mine." He deepened the kiss and you finally let yourself melt within his embrace. A soft moan passed by your throat and you kissed him back, oblivious to the possibility of an audience watching you.

Nor did you care.