First, I want to thank all of those that reviewed the last chapter. This update took forever to get finished. I wasn't expecting it to be as long as it is, but here you go. It's a bit emotional and hopefully it doesn't suck.

The Aftermath

August 13th, 2013

Clad in her wrestling gear, Skye slowly made her way through the throngs of people as she headed in the direction of the gorilla area trying to get her head into the tag-team match that she had between Kaitlyn and herself against AJ and Layla.

As much as she tried to get in fighting mode, she found herself unable to do so as her mind eventually went back to her horrible situation.

When she and her brother arrived in San Jose at nearly two in the morning, her mind and body had been incredibly exhausted after all of the events that had transpired back in Sacramento with Randy and Joe.

She had listened to her brother's suggestion and didn't try to contact her upset boyfriend. Secretly, she hoped that he'd calm down and call her as soon as he was ready. Sadly, the call never came and she was left feeling even more devastated.

As she passed by a group of divas which consisted of Eva Marie, Alicia Fox, and much to her aggravation – Summer Rae, Skye kept her gaze down and tried her best to avoid any eye contact with the women. She wasn't too worried about Eva since they were somewhat friends, but the other two she wasn't as fond of.

When she walked past the trio, she heard a pair of giggles and she paused to turn to them, her face stoic, "Do you have a problem?"

Summer smirked, "Well, I just find it funny is all. I mean wasn't it just yesterday that you were all up in my face about flirting with another woman's man? Hell, at least I never kissed any of them."

"I guess she isn't as perfect as she claims to be," Alicia commented with a cackle.

"Guys come on," Eva interjected casting an apologetic look at Skye who brushed it off.

"I don't have time to waste what little energy I do have dealing with the two of you," Skye dismissed, turning away and kept walking toward her destination trying not to let the women's words get to her too much.

As she continued onward, she tried to ignore the looks from various other superstars and divas which were mixed with curiosity and concern. Her destination was getting closer, but her feet halted when her eyes set upon three figures clad in black exiting a room down the hall.

She sucked in a breath as she finally laid eyes on her boyfriend for the first time in 24 hours as he, Jon, and Colby were readying themselves for their match would follow the diva match.

As she stood frozen, she watched them talking amongst themselves before Colby finally looked in her direction. His dark eyes acknowledges her with what she hoped was pity, but she couldn't be too sure from this distance.

She watched as Colby muttered to Joe, whose back had been facing her, and the Samoan turned in her direction locking eyes with her wearily. She had hoped to see some kind of remorse for not at least hearing her side of things, but instead those beautiful eyes of his were filled with such anger and disappointment that she felt her body cower back at the intensity of them.

If matters couldn't get any worse than being glared at by someone that she loved, the perpetrator who had caused this whole mess, would decide to appear at that very moment at Skye's side.

"You've got be fucking kidding me," Skye choked out in disbelief as her eyes peered up at Randy incredulously. "What could you possibly want right now?"

"I really need to talk to you," he insisted simply.

Dumbfounded, she just stared at him before realizing that Joe had been standing just down the hall and most likely saw Randy stroll up which would not help matters at all. Her eyes quickly searched for him, but found him and his teammates gone. They probably hi-tailed it the moment Randy presented himself. She wondered if Joe had to be dragged off or if he even cared.

"Skye, come on," Randy pleaded regaining her attention.

When her eyes returned to his, she spat, "Haven't you and your girlfriend done enough? Joe won't even talk to me and not to mention the fact that you're stupid act is now out there for the whole fucking world to see!"

"Look, I'm sorry..."

She cut him off, "Shove that sorry right up your ass, Randy, because I don't give a fuck!" As her body shook, she continued dangerously, "By the way, tell that bitch of yours that if I see her ass anywhere near me, I will lay her the fuck out." She shoved past him and continued onward.

When she finally reached the gorilla, AJ and the rest of the divas in the match were waiting and warming up.

"There you are," The New Jersey native called out, skipping over with her Diva's title in hand, then asked, "Everything okay?" Obviously, she could see her former NXT mentor trying her very best to hold it all together.

"Hmm hmm," the other woman answered tightly as Kaitlyn's music hit. "Let's do this."

April nodded unconvinced, "Okay."

To say the match had been one of Skye's worse would be an understatement. Her mind obviously wasn't into it and Layla had taken full advantage as the two of them squared off to start the match since AJ and Kaitlyn were the ones feuding.

When AJ finally performed her signature Shining Wizard on Kaitlyn and had gotten the pin fall, Skye hurried backstage ready to hi-tail it out of the arena as soon as she could and disappear onto her brother's bus.

As she ducked behind the curtain, a runner stopped and handed her a towel and water bottle. "Ceranno wants to see you," he told her.

Slowly, she nodded and he walked off. "Swell," she muttered. She had been hoping to avoid having to talk to the Senior of Talent Relations, but she knew it was inevitable even if that bitch had taken the photo down. It didn't matter if the photo was no longer posted, the damage had already been done and some form of the image was still floating somewhere in cyberspace.

She couldn't exactly ignore the boos that she had received when she had walked down the ramp. In fact, she had caught sight of a sign that read Skyler Grace = Stupidest Woman Alive which obviously belonged to a SHIELD fan.

With a miserable sigh, she began making her way toward the make-shift office and prepared herself for what was to come.

After talking to Ceranno, Skye closed the man's door and wanted to fall to the ground in a heap and just cry.

"Everything okay," a voice asked, startling the woman.

She blinked and found her brother leaning against the opposite wall dressed a t-shirt and jeans with his ever so present Cubs cap. "How'd you know I'd be here?"

"April found me," he explained. "Don't avoid the question. What Ceranno want?"

"He just wanted to discuss the situation," she replied, hugging her arms around herself. "Obviously."

"And," he prodded.

"I'm off the card for SummerSlam," she responded, biting her bottom lip. Taking her out of the 3-way match with Brie and Natalya felt like a huge blow to her gut, but what's done is done. "He feels like maybe it'd be best after tonight's lovely crowd reception that I lay low until this blows over."

"That's fucked up," Phil countered in his usual honest manner. "All this was out of your control so why are you being punished for it? Would they do the same if Randall had a fucking match that night, too?"

"Not my call," she mumbled, her eyes casting downward. "Have you seen Joe?"

"In passing," Phil answered with displeasure. "Had he not had Jon and Colby with him, I would have pulled the young man aside and knocked some damn sense into him..."

With a sigh, Skye walked past him, "Don't. He has a right to be mad."

"I'm not disagreeing, but the jackass should at least hear your side of things and not believe what's being said on twitter," Phil argued as he fell in step with her. When she didn't reply in agreement, he scowled, "Don't you dare do that shit."

She didn't look his way. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't fucking lie to me," he ordered, firmly. "I know you better than anybody even better than pretty boy. You always spin things around to make it your fault."

She swallowed, "Well I did let him kiss me."

"You didn't let him do anything," Phil disagreed. "He took advantage of you and kissed you. You didn't want him to."

Shaking her head, she sniffed, "Doesn't matter. Joe can't even look at me without...I've fucked up and I don't think I can fix it." Suddenly she pulled into her brother's arms and pulled out of view from bystanders and hugged her tightly as the tears flowed.

"It's only been a day, Gracie, I promise that it's fixable," he consoled. "You just gotta get it through that thick head of that stubborn boyfriend of yours that you're the victim here."

The next day, Skye climbed from the backseat of the taxi that had driven her home from the airport. Her eyes took in the silver Honda parked in the driveway which belonged to Joe's sister, Summer.

After paying the cabbie and grabbing her luggage, she made her way inside the house cautiously. Not hearing any noise from the foyer, she assumed they were out back enjoying the nice afternoon since that had been what had been arranged last week when she and Joe had made the plans with his family. It would be their first time hosting something at their home even if it was just a small get together.

So, she quickly dropped her things off upstairs in the bedroom before coming back down the stairs and heading through the living room to the backyard.

She slid open the patio doors and stepped out.

"Skye," a tiny voice cried out excitedly and Skye quickly turned as Lexi rushed over in her bathing suit and hugged her arms around her waist.

She smiled, "Hey Lex."

"I missed you," the little girl declared. "Daddy said you weren't coming home."

"Well here I am," Skye stated tightly as her head lifted so that she could look for Joe. It didn't take long for her eyes to finally find him. He was standing alongside Summer and her husband, Jake, as he manned the grill.

She watched as he calmly handed the metal spatula to his brother-in-law before he stalked over. His piercing gaze left hers and glanced down at his daughter who held onto Skye. "Sweetie, why don't you hop into the pool with your cousins?"

Lexi stared at him with a questioning gaze. Even the five year old seemed to sense her father's change in demeanor.

She glanced upward at Skye who gave her a nod. "Go ahead, kid," she encouraged trying to keep her face from showing too much.

Nodding slowly, Lexi unwrapped her arms from around Skye then hurried off toward the pool.

Once the little girl was gone and out or ear-shot, Joe grabbed Skye's arm firmly and dragged her back into the house.

Once the glass doors were slid closed, he released and questioned immediately, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Last I checked, I lived here," she stated, swallowing. "I didn't realize that I needed a reason to come home." She crossed her arms and eyed him expectantly. "We need to talk."

He snorted, "Talk?" He shook his head back and forth and chuckled grudgingly. "What's there to talk about, Skye?"

"You could at least let me explain what happened," she argued in exasperation.

"You kissed another man, Skye. What's there to explain? It's pretty damn simple to me," he barked.

"Yes, that happened, but you don't know what transpired after that."

He scoffed, "Oh believe me I'm sure I know what transpired after that. In fact, I can't get that fucking thought out of my head!"

Her jaw dropped as she took a step back. Stunned at the insinuation, she questioned sadly, "You really think that I would do that to you?"

"Well, I never thought you'd be lip-locking with your ex for all to see, so if the shoe fits I guess," he hissed.

She winced at his words. "He kissed me, Joe. Not the other way around," she pointed out.

"WELL YOU LET IT HAPPEN," he bellowed, startling her to the point that she had backed away with a gasp.

The patio doors opened and his sister poked her head in. "Is everything okay in here?" Her eyes look past her fuming brother to the shaken woman who was staring at her brother in alarm.

"Everything's fine, Summer," Joe told her with a clenched jaw as he willed himself to calm down.

"Skye," Summer asked gently.

Skye tore her wide-eyes from staring at Joe to glance her away. Slowly, she nodded, "I'm okay."

When his sister was gone, Joe shook his head and ran a hand over his slicked back hair, "I mean fuck, Skye, what do you expect? You went off with him and look what happened! I wouldn't put it past you to just let yourself get sucked back in. I just never knew that you were still hung up on that bastard."

"I'm not," she cried out as her eyes teared up. "I don't want him! Please just listen to me. He kissed me. I didn't respond. I never wanted it to happen."

"Yeah, well, you really fucked up," Joe informed her hotly.

"What can I do," she pleaded seeing that her attempts to get him to see her side of things were failing miserably. "What can I do to fix this?" Her eyes watched as he walked over to drop down onto the couch.

"I don't know," he answered softly. His eyes refused to meet hers. "I can't stop seeing that image of you – pressed up against him..." He clenched his fists and his body tensed.

Swallowing, she started backing away from him toward the hallway that led the staircase. "When you figure it out, please let me know," she requested softly. "I'll leave. You obviously don't want me here and I don't want to cause a scene in front of Lex or your family, so I'll just go."

"Yeah," he agreed, breaking her heart even more than it already was as he tacked on, "maybe you should."

His words stung terribly and she slowly nodded. Turning, she walked from the room to the stairs.

After spending ten minutes grabbing fresh clothes and stuffing them into her suitcase which lay open on the bed, Skye could no longer hold back the tears from flowing down her cheeks. Her blurry eyes locked onto something balled up in the corner of her bag.

She pulled it out and stared at it a moment before laying it down on their bed, leaving it behind. She zipped up the suitcase and hauled it off the bed. As soon as she grabbed a few more things from the bathroom, she packed them into her smaller bag and then headed for the door with her belongings rolling behind her.

As she made her way toward the door leading to the garage, she turned her head to find Joe leaning against the island of the kitchen with a beer bottle in his hand.

His head remained bowed, but she saw him tense up when she appeared.

"I'll be in Chicago," she informed him then added softly, "If you care enough to know." When he didn't respond, she bit her bottom lip to keep herself from crying in front of him, but failed terribly. "I...um...I'm really sorry that I hurt you." He still didn't make any move to speak. She swallowed the lump in her throat and whispered. "I love you. I just hope that you don't forget that ever." She turned to the door again, bringing her hand up to the knob, but paused.

She released a staggered breath as she gripped the handle.

"Please..." Her eyes gazed back to his unmoving form silently hoping he'd gather her into his arms and never let go. "Tell me to stay, please." She felt in her heart that if she walked out now then that was it for them. "Joe, please," she begged, sobbing now. "Say the words. Don't let me walk out this door and leave."

He didn't move. He doesn't speak up. He just stood there. He wasn't fighting for her to stay. In fact, he wasn't fighting at all.

As the realization that he wasn't going to do anything to stop her, she felt it everything seem to crumble around her. She willed herself to open the door and rushed out nearly running over Sika and Patty in her quick exit.

"Skye," Pattie exclaimed in surprise. Taking in her shaken appearance, she questioned, "Honey, what's wrong?"

Quickly, Skye wiped at her face even though it was pointless to hide the river of tears and the red, puffy face of hers. She shook her head. "It's my fault. I'm sorry." She moved past them ignoring Joe's mothers pleas for her to stay.

When her stuff was thrown in the backseat of her Mustang, she slipped into the front seat and started the engine.

After hearing the sounds of Skye's car leaving the garage, Joe's head lifted and his eyes traveled over to the door that she had just departed through. He felt his insides tighten when his eyes confirmed that she was indeed gone and he had let her go without a fight.

"Leati," his mother questioned immediately as she and his father entered the kitchen with their arms filled with food for the little cookout. "What's going on? How could you let that woman leave in such a state?"

"Mom," he warned. "Not now."

"What is the matter," his father asked eying his son closely. "What has happened?"

Shaking his head, he placed his beer on the counter, "I don't want to get into it right now. Just drop the stuff off and join everybody outside. I need a moment." He walked out of the kitchen head upstairs to clear his mind and get himself together before he could face his family outside.

As he entered the master bedroom, he released a long, drawn out breath of air that he had felt that he had kept in during that whole altercation downstairs. His eyes took in the room around him finding it to feel empty and cold.

They had barely been in this place for a couple of weeks and now... "Shit," he uttered, walking over to the bed and took a seat. He buried his face in his palms as his mind kept replaying the last few minutes.

"Please. Tell me to stay, please," she had pleaded to him.

As much as he hated seeing her so broken and crying out to him, he couldn't do it. He couldn't tell her stay. Not now. She screwed up. She should have expected this. But what was this, he wondered. Was it over? Were they done?

He found that he couldn't answer that.

Lifting his head, he let his eyes stare at the wall opposite of him toward the dresser at the framed photo of the two of them. It was an image of them that had been taken at Nattie and TJ's wedding just a couple of months ago. It had been taken by the wedding's photographer who had captured the moment of them dancing together, staring longingly into one another's eyes. He remembered that moment. His mind was picturing their life together – their future.

That future seemed like a pipe dream now. How quickly things seem to change. His eyes couldn't look at that photograph anymore without feeling the heaviness of the events weight him down even more.

He dropped a hand down to the comforter beside where he sat brushing against something as it did so. His hand swiped up the grey, balled up piece of clothing and unraveled it.

When the wrinkled shirt was held up in front of him, his eyes softened as they moved over his old Georgia Tech shirt that had been stolen by Skye years ago and had become her favorite attire to sleep in. She had worn it for the nearly two years they had been together because she knew that he loved seeing her in it.

In fact, she never was without it which made the fact that he was now holding it in his possession even harder. He immediately thought how difficult it must have been for her to leave it behind.

Frowning, he swallowed and tossed the shirt aside. He plopped back onto the mattress, closing his eyes, and the vision of her crying face taking over his thoughts.

August 16th, 2013

Portland, Oregon

Clad in one of her brother's Chicago Cubs hoodies that she had swiped from his closet along with some yoga pants and flip-flops, Skye walked backstage of the Moda Center with no desire at all to be there for the WWE Live event. She wasn't on the card, but she was going to accompany her brother to the ring during his match with Curtis Axel, but she weary of even doing that after the negative attention she had received during the Smackdown Taping days ago.

It was a couple of hours until show time and she had finally pulled herself from the safety of Phil's bus to enter the arena.

She had shut herself up into the bus after enduring a few encounters from some co-workers. First, she ran into Aksana who had a few snide remarks about her current situation. As if she had any room to talk considering she- much like Summer – was always throwing themselves at some of the superstars.

Then there had been a few lewd comments from Axel which consisted of him requesting some of that same attention that she had given Randy.

Finally, she had enough of the stares and whispers so she quickly disappeared into her brother's bus until she had to head off to get her make-up done before her brother's match.

As she made her way to the diva's locker room to get dressed, she saw a familiar person walking ahead of her. Her spirits lifted slightly as she quickened her pace and called out to the figure, "Jonny, hold up."

Jon's form slowed and noticeably stiffened as he turned around to give her an aggravated look, "What?"

"How've you been," she questioned, ignoring the scowl on the man's face.

"Fine," he answered gruffly.

From the look of annoyance of having to actually speak to her, her eyes lost their small flicker of normalcy, "I guess you're mad at me too? I suppose that I expected that."

"Well, you fucked up," he told her plainly.

"Good to know that everyone is in agreement with that," she muttered after hearing those same words once again.

He ignored her soft quip and questioned harshly, "What are you even doing here right now, Skye?"

Still recovering from his previous statement, she stuttered, "I don't know. I guess just thought you could..."

"I could what," he interjected sharply. "Talk to Joe for you? Mend the fences?" He snorted incredulously, "Are you really asking me that?"

"I'm sorry I didn't think that..."

Again, he cut her off, "Think that what? I wouldn't be on his side during this whole thing?" His blue eyes narrowed. "I thought you were smarter than that. Of course I've got my boy's back on this."

"No, I...I get that," she quickly cleared. She swallowed and continued sheepishly, "I just...I just thought that I was your friend too." She frowned and dropped her eyes to the floor. "I guess I was just stupid to think that."

With her gaze downward, she didn't see the small glimpse of remorse pass through the man's eyes when she said this.

He shook his head and tried not to feel sorry for her. She made her bed after all, now it's time for her to lie in it. "Yeah, well, maybe you shouldn't have been slutting around with Orton and all of this wouldn't be happening."

Her head jerked up and her eyes filled with hurt at his words and even though he regretted saying them especially to her, Jon didn't flinch and kept his gaze steady.

Enraged, she shoved him hard into his chest causing him to stumble backward from the unexpected blow.

"Go to hell, Ambrose," she spat and pushed past him, reaching up to cover her head with the hood and wrapped her arms around herself as she walked away.

She weaved through all the people until she found a secluded place between some large, stacked crates in an empty corridor and she dropped down to the ground, pulling her legs up and burying her face in them.

As she tried to hold it together especially with the possibility of someone finding her there, she couldn't help but feel even worse than she had been feeling already.

She couldn't believe that Jon had said those things to her. The two of them had bonded in the two years that Joe and she had been dating and for him to throw in her face that he never considered her to be his friend really hurt her. Had she confused his interactions as just a way of tolerating her for the sake of his buddy?

With a sniffle, she wiped her eyes on her sleeve and just rocked. When her eyes saw a pair of black boots standing in front of her, her head lifted wearily to find Colby standing over her.

"Hey," he greeted, gently causing her to fall apart at the friendly exchange. He dropped down beside her and draped an arm around her as she cried in his shoulder. "Shh, it'll be okay."

"Don't you hate me too," she croaked.

"Nah and neither does your man. This'll all blow over soon."

"How can you be so sure," she asked, shakily.

"You two belong together," he insisted. "He'll get over it."

"I don't think so, Col, he can't even look at me and probably agrees with Jonny and thinks I'm some kind of slut whose been messing around with every superstar backstage..."

"Jon said that," Colby questioned quickly, almost in disbelief.

"Not those exact words, but he just clarified that I wasn't innocent and if I hadn't had basically been slutting around with Orton then none of this would be happening."

Colby's eyes darkened, "I'm sorry that he said that."

"I guess I was never his friend," she whispered miserably.

"Hey now," the man sitting beside her countered, "Jon's just looking out for his buddy. It's like guy code. Even if he is in the wrong, the friend is supposed to have the other's back."

"So, you have his back too," she questioned, scooting away. "Do you believe that I would willingly just kiss Randy like that?"

"No, I don't believe that," he answered, honestly.

"You don't," she asked in surprise. "Why?"

"You're not that kind of person, Skye, and I know that. Jon knows that. Joe, deep down, knows that too. He's just hurt and being incredibly stubborn."

She fell back against the wall behind her. "I just wish this all was just a dream. I mean I don't even know how worse it could get." She spoke too soon.

"Well, well, well," a feminine voice murmured as the two sitting on the floor raised their heads. "You're really making your way through the members of the Shield – eh, Skye?"

As her blue eyes locked upon the gaze of the woman who had been behind the whole picture debacle, Skye jerked up to her feet ignoring Colby's sharp warning.

"You have a lot of nerve to be standing in front of me right now," Skye declared as Colby jumped up and held her back with an arm.

Kim smirked, "As if I'm scared of you, little girl. Honestly, I was quite shocked when I saw you lip-locking with my man. I mean the way that he goes on and on about you – god, it was like he had you on some kind of pedestal or something. It's disgusting really."

"Yet here you are," Skye shot back. "Obviously you've forgiven him. I mean...why would you want to be with someone who is plainly pining for someone else? Who kissed that someone? Do you not have any self-respect? No wait, I know women like you. In fact, there's a name for women who are that desperate." She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "What was that term, oh wait, I know – gold digger."

When the brunette glared, Skye chuckled bitterly. "I mean I get it – a woman your age with that kind of baggage might have a harder time finding a wealthy guy to take care of her, so she'll do just about anything to keep her hooks on a man even if he does get some on the side." Shaking her head, she stared at the woman standing there. "I just don't understand why you would post that picture. I've done nothing to you."

"You exist," the woman seethed.

"So-fucking-what," Skye shouted. "It's not my fault that he has issues that he can't get through. You posted that picture maliciously and you really fucked with my life!"

"Then I've succeeded," Kim stated proudly. "With you out of the picture, Randy will finally get the hell over you."

"You're pathetic," Skye spat as she pushed Colby's arm away. She had lost the desire to honor her word of "laying" this woman out.

"And you're alone," the other woman jeered.

Skye's eyes zeroed in on the woman as she continued standing there basking in her glory. "If you think that you've won," Skye began.

Kim cut her off, "Oh, honey, I have won. Maybe I should go and check in on that boyfriend of yours. I mean I'm sure he's still pretty broken up about what's happened. I bet if I catch him at the right time I could really use that to my advantage."

Skye's eyes blazed, "If you even think about going anywhere near him..."

"You'll do what, little girl?"

"Holy shit," Colby let out as Skye's body launched forward nearly tackling the brunette to the ground. He wrapped an arm around her waist and hauled her away kicking and yelling.

"Let me go," she yelled, thrashing.

"Nope, I think you need to get as far away from that woman as you possibly can."

As he dragged her away from the hallway they had been occupying, they ran into her brother along the way.

"What the fuck is going," he questioned immediately. "Get your hands off her, Lopez!"

"I'm trying to prevent her from committing murder on Orton's girl, so can you help a guy out here?"

"Skye, calm the fuck down," Phil ordered reaching for her flailing arms, but to no avail.

"I'm going to kill her," she vowed, trying to wrench herself from Colby's grip. "I swear if she tries to go anywhere near Joe..." She began losing grip with herself as her breathing quickened at the possibility of the woman following through with her threat. "He wouldn't fall for it, right? He wouldn't just hook up with someone like that, would he?" She slowly began to lose the rage that had been running through her. Her eyes looked to each of them anxiously.

"Just calm down," Phil encouraged softly.

When he sensed that she was calmed down enough to not take off on them, Colby backed off.

"I can't just calm down," Skye cried out. "Forget the fact that she's basically destroyed my reputation, but Joe wants nothing to do with me. He won't hear me out. He basically pushed me out of our home and didn't even fight for me to stay." Her eyes filled with tears. "It's obviously over. She – she won. How can I just be calm about that, Phil?" She swallowed back a sob. Seeing that he was dressed for his match, she shook her head. "I – I don't think I can go out to the ring like this."

Phil nodded in understanding. "I'll let Cerrano know that you aren't feeling well."

Slowly she nodded and glanced at Colby. "You should probably go. You wouldn't want Joe to see you associating with me."

"Skye," he protested.

Shaking her head, she turned and walked away.

Just minutes before they were set to go out, Joe glanced up when he saw Colby appeared finally ready for their match against Christian, Mark Henry, and Rob Van Dam.

"Where the hell have you been," Jon questioned loudly.

Instead of answering the man's question, Colby approached him and shoved him into the wall behind where he was taping up his hands.

"What the fuck, man?!"

As he gripped Jon by the front of his shirt, Colby hissed, "Remind me to kick your ass the moment we walk backstage, you son of a bitch."

Joe pulled him off and sharply asked, "What the hell has gotten into you?"

Colby pointed a finger at him in warning. "Don't even come at me right now."

Joe stared at him in bewilderment. "What did I do?"

Colby gave him a withering look, "You have broken that woman to the point that she has no more fight left. She thinks it's over. She thinks that she's lost you and you are just letting her go without even fighting for her."

Joe heaved a sigh, "Man, you need to mind your own fucking business."

"Dude, I agree, keep your nose out of it," Jon told him.

Colby wheeled around, "And you, well, I knew you were an asshole at times, but to call her slut when you will fuck just about anything that breathes?"

"You called her a what," Joe barked glaring over at Jon whose head lowered in shame.

"Guys," a stagehand spoke up. "You guys have a job to do, remember?"

Colby glowered at his faction mates before heading over to the curtain to get ready.

Jon followed him and hesitantly glanced over at the Samoan who was still eyeing him angrily.

To say that their match would suffer do to their tension with each other would be the understatement of the century.

So, it wasn't a surprise when none of them said a single word to each other the moment they stepped backstage.

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