A/N: So sorry for the long delay in posts... between a computer issue that left me without internet for a week and work taking up most of my free time, I had trouble really getting anything done with this. Thankfully I have something written up, but it may take another while before the next part is ready. Thank you for all the views and favorites/follows! I hope you enjoy this newest segment.


The next week, Sasha is walking backstage, the camera in front of her. She has a workout bag over her shoulder and is headed towards her locker room. She sees someone off camera and rolls her eyes. "What do you want?" she says with an annoyed tone.

The camera pans to show Bayley, her hands grasped together in front of her. The camera backs up to get both women in frame. "Can we talk?" she says nervously.

Sasha drops her bag and breathes out a sigh. "Sure… it's not like I have a title match to get ready for… because of YOU," she says pointing her finger in spite.

Bayley closes her eyes, resigning herself to that barb. "Listen, I really did try to win the match last week. You and I both know they shouldn't get a shot at Alexa; it should be one of us." Sasha doesn't say anything; she just stands with her arms crossed defensively. "I wanted to say sorry," Bayley finishes, realizing Sasha isn't returning much in terms of conversation.

"Sorry? For what? I mean, the show is only three hours long, I'm not sure you have enough time." Sasha raises an eyebrow and just as Bayley is about to say something, she speaks for her. "Sorry for attacking me with a dumbbell and knocking me out for two weeks?! Sorry for throwing matches?! For, for, for… trying to END my career with sneak attack after sneak attack?!" Sasha can't hold back tears any longer.

"Yes I'm sorry!" Bayley shouts, trying to stop Sasha's tirade, tears forming for her as well. She grabs Sasha's arms in an attempt to calm her down. "Sasha, I want to go back to the way things were! Before my jealousy made me think that's what I had to do to get ahead!"

She shrugs off Bayley's arms with a laugh. "Yeah, I believe you, sure," Sasha says sarcastically. "If you were a real friend, you'd SUPPORT me, not hold me back." She picks up her bag. "Go to hell." Sasha slams her shoulder into Bayley's as she walks past her, knocking her aside. Bayley just looks on, a tear coming down her face as the camera cuts away.

Off-camera

Bayley follows Sasha after she knows the camera went off and finds her in the locker room. But she doesn't expect to find what she does; Sasha is sitting on one of the benches, her hands in her face. "Sash? Are you okay?" she asks before closing the locker room door. No one is around yet thankfully.

Sasha wipes her eyes, giving a little sniffle. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine… just let my emotions get out a little too much," she says wiping her eyes but giving her friend a smile.

Bayley shakes her head, unconvinced. "No, that's not it. Sash, you can talk to me."

Sasha nods. "I know. She takes a breath before continuing. "I think when I said that you tried to 'end my career," she breathes out. "Even though I had it in my head for the promo, it was no big deal but maybe… when I said it… I thought it might have been true?"

Bayley opens her mouth wide. "I would never−"

Sasha puts on a smile and a staying hand. "I know Bay, I know, I'm not blaming you. I just… hurt, more than you know. And it's not your fault," Sasha says before Bayley can interject.

"Well let's talk to the doctors, let figure something out to make you better!"

"I'm sick of the rehab, of the, the tests, the treatments, Bayley!"

"I know," Bayley says, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Back pain is so hard to take care of… it's always around, it's the center of everything you do. Not just in wrestling but in life." Sasha wipes a tear from her eye. "I'll do anything I can to help you get better."

Sasha nods in silence and embraces Bayley, giving her a quick peck on the lips. Bayley squeezes tight, the hold seemingly comfortable for Sasha as she doesn't flinch.

"Let's talk to the therapists," Sasha says in a whisper. "Maybe there's more I can get done."


Sasha is lying down on a treatment table, her head inside a massage pillow so she can rest comfortably. Bayley is standing nearby, watching the physical therapist work out some knots in her back. Sasha is breathing easy as he finishes up. "Okay, we're going to try something new today," the therapist says. He moves to a cabinet and pulls out what looks like needles and a small unit with wires sticking out of it. "Are you okay with needles, Sasha?"

Sasha sits up so she can talk more clearly. "Yeah, it's fine. Why you ask?"

"Well, with your chronic back pain not having to do with your spine, but with your muscles, we can try some dry needling to relieve your pain. It may work better than anything we've tried so far."

"Dry needling?" Bayley asks. "You mean like acupuncture?"

The therapist shakes his head. "It's not quite the same thing, besides for the use of needles." He pulls one out, revealing a needle that is about two inches in length. "These are much shorter than traditional acupuncture needles. So what I'm doing," he starts explaining, "is finding the trigger points that are causing you pain. I stick two of these needles into the muscle and then I add these wires to add some electrical stimulation to it."

"Does it hurt?" Bayley asks.

"No more than getting pricked by a needle… and you've both been given stim before, it's nothing worse than that," he says honestly.

"Ok, I'll try anything," Sasha says before lying back down. The therapist runs his hands along the muscle he wants to stick the needles in, then he does so. Sasha winces a little as he finds the right place, eliciting a twitch from the muscle.

"There we go, now I attach the leads," he says, adding the stim wires to the needles. He turns on the device and turns a dial; Bayley watches as the muscles in her back contract strongly like a heartbeat. When the therapist is content with what he sees, he sets the device down. "Alright, how do you feel Sasha?"

"It's fine," Sasha says, though they can tell she's holding in a breath.

The therapist turns the dial down just a little bit. "Better?"

"Yeah it's still uncomfortable but I feel like I can breathe now," she says with a laugh.

"Perfect, now you just hang out for awhile," he says before going to wash his hands.

"How does it feel?" Bayley asks, moving a little closer.

"Like my heart is in my back, but it's okay."

"Yeah, it's practically jumping off the table," Bayley adds. "I just hope it helps."

"Definitely… so what's next for us?"

Bayley's eyes widen and look frantically towards the therapist who is typing on his computer. She speaks in a hushed voice. "Sasha! He's right there, we're not revealing our relationship yet."

Sasha's eyes widen in realization at the misunderstanding. She giggles softly. "I mean for our feud, Bay."

Bayley slaps her forehead with her hand. "Oh.. duhh! Sorry, I just… can't wait to reveal it live on RAW someday," she speaks quietly. "So yeah, our feud," she says almost comically too loud to appear normal to the physical therapist, "I think I need to come to your rescue or something. Really, anything that shows I'm trying to make up for the damage I've done will show the audience what we're going for."

"Yeah, that's a safe way to go. But it's going to be difficult for my character to come back around to realize you actually care. I feel like creative didn't think this through completely," Sasha says with a frown.

"Yeah, you're right about that," Bayley agrees. "We'll talk to creative and figure out how we can spin this."

Several more minutes pass and the therapist comes back. "Okay Sasha, looks like you're all set," he says while taking out the needles, rubbing her back to stem any possible drops of blood. Sasha rolls over and sits up slowly. "Why don't you get up and move around a little, tell me what you feel."

Sasha stands and rotates her torso, her eyes widening. "Oh my god… it feels so loose! So… good!" Bayley's eyes light up in amazement.

"I think if we do this a few more times with your strengthening exercises, you're going to feel much better for longer."

"That would be amazing," Sasha says while doing some stretches for her back.

"But why wouldn't anyone have already tried this before? I mean, she's been working with different therapists for awhile now," Bayley asks.

The physical therapist shrugs. "It could be they aren't proficient in this intervention; maybe they just didn't want to or felt it was appropriate. But really, back pain is such a great candidate for dry needling. Well Sasha, we need to start your exercises."

Bayley nods. "I'll take my leave then, gotta get my own sweat on. Good luck Sash," she says reaching out for a high-five that Sasha returns.

"Thanks Bay! I'll call you later." She says with a smile, her outlook on her back pain looking much brighter than it was before.


Later, Bayley is finishing up a set of back squats, her form perfect as ever, lifting a small amount of weight as she's already starting her cooldown. She grabs a towel as someone calls out to her.

"Hey, Bayley!" She turns to see Finn Bálor, sweat being wiped off his forehead by a towel he is holding.

"Oh, hi Finn," Bayley says in between breaths and taking a sip of water. "What's up?"

"Oh nothin', just got done with a workout muh self. I wasn't on the card today so had to do somethin'."

"Yeah, Sasha and I weren't on the card today either. I mean, we just did a little backstage segment. But Sasha needs some time to recuperate with her back and they didn't have any way to insert me in without compromising our momentum any more."

Finn chuckles. "Yeah, the angle you have goin' is quite interestin'. How is her back?"

"It's getting there," she says with a smile. "Thanks for asking."

"Of course… I know all about long recoveries, I know how hard it can be to push through some days. But it seems like she has a friend in you, despite what it seems like on TV."

Bayley unconsciously blushes, thinking of how much Sasha means to her. "Yeah, I do what I can," Bayley says humbly. "We think they've done a treatment for her that will help more long-term too."

"That's great news," he says before taking a drink of water. "So let me in," he says closing the distance in a friendly way. "What are you two plannin'?" he says with some mischief, hoping to hear some juicy gossip.

Bayley chuckles. "You…" she says, putting a finger on his head, pushing him away slightly, "will have to wait like everyone else to find out."

Finn shrugs. "Well can't say I didn't try… Rollins will have to ask you himself," he says pointing at his friend who is working out at the other side of the gym.

"Wait, are the superstars really talking about it that much?" Bayley says in surprise.

"Of course! You two have a feud going that we really need on this brand. The title picture for you all is a little messy right now so this is something the fans can really get into."

"Wow, Finn, that means a lot. Thank you," she says sincerely. "You guys won't be disappointed. I do have to go though… good luck with everything Finn."

"You too," he says before the two part ways.


Following week- RAW

Sasha walks to the locker room and just as she goes to enter the locker room, Bayley comes through the door. The two lock eyes, Sasha putting on a look of disdain while Bayley looks regretful.

"Hi…. do you have a match tonight?" Bayley asks trying to be polite, but fearing how Sasha will react. As if to prove her fear, Sasha breathes through her nose loudly.

"As a matter of fact, no. I'm not cleared yet. I guess you've already forgotten, but good luck tonight! I hope you lose," she says snarkily. Sasha pushes past Bayley and enters the locker room, not giving her enemy a chance to respond. She sets her duffel bag down in front of her locker, unzips it and starts taking some workout gear out, laying it down on a bench. She throws her newly-pink hair out of her face and spies something on a shelf in her locker. Curiously, she grabs it; a piece of paper folded up several times into a small rectangle. She is so concentrated on it she barely hears the locker room door open and shut.

"Hey Sasha," Renee Young starts. Sasha smiles, realizing she's here for an interview. She still holds onto the still folded paper but concentrates on Renee's questions. "I'm here to ask you how you're doing… with your back and everything that's happened with Bayley, the WWE Universe is just concerned about your well-being."

Sasha takes a breath. "Well, actually, things are going well. The doctors found a couple new things they're trying with me to help with my back. And it's working… I woke up this morning, still in some pain but so much better than usual. The WWE Universe won't see me gone for too long." The crowd cheers for the announcement.

"And have you spoken with Bayley since last week? You left her with some really strong words."

Sasha's face turns into a frown. "Yeah I just spoke with her actually… she's still trying the nice girl routine, acting like she cares. But I meant what I said last week. Friends don't stab you in the back; they support you. I hope next time we meet, it's in the ring and I'm standing over her, victorious… again," she adds bluntly.

Renee nods in acceptance. "Last question… what's that?" she says pointing down to the object in Sasha's hand.

"Oh… weird that you asked but… I have no idea; I just found it in my locker."

"Maybe the Universe would like to hear about it?"

Sasha clicks her tongue and smiles. "Well, let's just see." The crowd murmurs as Sasha unfolds the paper, revealing a gift card and a note. "A gift card? To a spa?" she says excitedly. Renee smiles as well.

"Sasha, I know things have been tough on you lately, with Bayley and losing your title shot..., tell me about it," she says taking a pause from reading. She takes a breath again before resuming. "Let me try to make you feel better… use this gift card to take care of yourself. Because… you deserve so much… and I can give it to you…" Sasha's eyes widen and she flips the page over.

"Well who's it from?!" Renee asks.

"I don't know… there's no signature," she says while scouring the page, looking for some sort of clue.

Renee faces the camera. "You heard it hear first, Sasha Banks may have a secret admirer." Renee quickly leaves the frame.

"Wait, wuh−" Sasha blurts out. "Secret admirer…" she says softly, flipping the gift card in her hand and smiling as the camera fades to black.

The following week elicits a similar result; Sasha walks through the back with Ember Moon on one side, the two exchanging friendly conversation.

"So how was that spa day?" Ember says with a nudge.

"It was amazing, I feel so refreshed… I mean, have you ever just lied on a table while a woman just works out every knot? It was so…"

She stops as a random guy wearing a brown shirt with khakis and accompanying hat walks into frame. "Hi, are you Sasha Banks?"

"Yes?" she says curiously.

"Sign here," the man says flashing an iPad. Sasha does as he says, then hands back the device. The man turns away, picks up a box, and hands it to Sasha. "Have a good day."

The box is about twice as big as a shoebox, making it easy for the superstar to hold. Sasha looks at the man before turning her attention to the box in her hands. "Who's it from? Your secret admirer?" Ember insinuates.

"Well, no name on the box," she says giving it a once-over. She opens the box and looks inside. "Oh my god!" She pulls out what's inside. "The full series of Sailor Moon on Bluray! It's my favorite anime…" she says drifting off a little with a smile on her face.

"So your admirer seems to really know you well," Ember infers.

"Yeah, they do. I don't know if I should be creeped out or flattered."

"Who do you think it is?"

"I have an idea," she says getting a smile and walking off, leaving Ember to wonder who her friend was thinking of.

Later in the night, Finn Bálor is walking backstage, having just bested Curt Hawkins and handing him the latest defeat of his unenviable streak. Upon almost reaching his locker room, his progress is stopped by Sasha Banks herself. "Hey Finn," she says with a smile.

"Sasha, hi, how are ya?" Finn returns cordially.

"I'm gooood… congrats on your match!"

"Thanks… I mean, it was Curt Hawkins," he says confidently.

"Yeah," Sasha agrees. "So thanks!" she blurts out.

Finn looks confusedly at her. "Thanks?" For what?"

Sasha smiles. "You knooow, the gifts! The gift card last week, the anime this week…" she leads on.

Finn frowns slightly. "Sorry Sasha, I don't know what you're talkin' about."

Sasha's smile disappears. "Really?" Finn just shakes his head, keeping his lips tight. "Well that's embarrassing," Sasha says putting her hands on her hips.

"Don't worry about it," he shakes it off. "But someone out there likes ye… ya just gotta search harder." He pats her gently on the shoulder. "Good luck," he finishes before walking in the locker room, leaving Sasha to think about who else it could be.