The tour was nearing its end, which Autumn was painfully aware of. The company was in Scotland on the second to last night of the tour till they returned to the a States. Tomorrow they would fly back to London to where it all began for Autumn, the O2 Arena and then it would all be over.

During their daily morning team meeting, Jenny asked her to interview and profile some of the Divas. When she told Dean what she was doing that day and that she was interviewing Naomi, he was cool and told her lots of funny things to ask her but when she mentioned that she was also profiling Scarlett, he became a little odd.

"Just watch her," he said.

"Why?" she had replied surprised. "She seems OK to me."

"She's a troublemaker, and a shit wrestler, remember that," he countered.

First up Naomi so that was easy as the girl was already pretty friendly with Autumn. They bantered back and forth and Autumn knew she was going to get a good piece out of it. Predictably, when it came to Scarlett, things were a little more awkward. They sat down with a coffee in the arena watching others run through their matches.

"So," Scarlett started. "What ya wanna know?"

"Well, how about you tell me how you got into wrestling and what you like most about being a Diva?" she replied.

"Do you not know that already?" Scarlett asked in a sugar sweet voice, but the meaning behind it was anything but sweet. "Shouldn't you have done a little research first?"

"Well, I suppose," Autumn said falteringly. "But I'm approaching this from like, a blank page, as if the reader knows nothing about the business so it would be really good if you could fill me in?" Got her there, she thought!

Scarlett sighed dramatically then began telling her story, with Autumn prompting her now and again, using as much flattery as possible to get the little cow to spill all the details she needed for her article.

"And what's your best finishing move?" Autumn asked.

But Scarlett was bored by now and responded with "How long have you known Dean?"

"Um, a few months," Autumn replied.

"Must be really hard you getting all that hate on Twitter and all," Scarlett mused.

"I think that's yesterday's news," Autumn replied, to be honest she'd managed to forget all about it and no one else had mentioned it for days now.

"But honey, EVERYONE knows about it. It's the talk of the tour. Dean's always getting into trouble with girls. It's his thing, but he always manages to get away with it, probably because he is so handsome, charming, and good in bed..." She paused so that her words could take full effect.

"Oh and you'd know all about that would you?" cried Autumn hotly.

"Me and Deany go back a long way, that's all I'm saying," the catty Diva responded.

It was Autumn's turn to have enough, standing up to take her leave, "I've got all the info I need, the photographer is waiting for you I think. Thanks for the interview," and made a quick exit.

Running up the ramp and into a corridor, wanting it get as far away from the bitchy Diva as quickly as possible and not looking where she was going she ran right into Dean. His arm shot out and caught hold of her middle.

"Hey sweetheart, where are you going in such a hurry," he asked concerned.

She didn't know what to say, but she needed to process what she had just been told away from him.

"Um, I don't feel well. I, er, I need to go back to the hotel. I'll probably stay there and work on the iPad all evening. I won't be able to make the show."

"Baby, what's the matter?" he asked.

"Headache," she snapped.

"Okay, shall I take you back to the hotel?" Dean queried.

"No, really, you won't have time, it's fine. I'll take a cab."

"I don't like this Autumn. What's going on?"

"Nothing, I just need some time alone," she insisted.

He released his grip on her and folded his arms. "You've just been talking to Scarlett, haven't you? I told you that bitch was a trouble maker. What the fuck has she said?"

"Nothing," she insisted.

"You are a terrible liar," he told her.

"I don't want to talk about it here."

"Fine, but we will talk about it tonight. When I get back from the show. Make sure you are in that hotel room."

She shrugged, pissing him off a little.

"See you later then," he said and turned on his heel and stalked off.

Now she felt even more miserable. Sitting in the hotel room staring dazedly at her iPad running over the events in her head, she wondered if she had overreacted. That bitch was probably winding her up, after all Dean did warn her about the Diva. The hours ticked by as Autumn wrote her piece on each Diva. The photographer had sent her the photos of Naomi and Scarlett and she marvelled at how good they both looked. These could go straight in to a Men's magazine with no problems. It pained her to say nice things about Scarlett but she strove on and finally clicked send and emailed the articles over to Jenny for approval.

Looking at the clock for the hundredth time that evening she noticed it was 21.00, probably nearing the break before the main event. Dean was tag teaming with Roman tonight against Seth and Kane, it would be an epic match the first time that all three former Shield superstars were in the ring with each other. A try out for Wrestlemania maybe. Perhaps if she hurried back to the arena, she would catch the end of it and be able to make up with Dean. The thought of him post match, his muscles glistening and defined by effort and adrenaline got her all hot and bothered. Talking a lighting fast shower and changing into a sexier outfit, she ran out of the room, towards the arena. When she arrived, the main event was over and she fought her way through throngs of fans to the entrance to the backstage area where she flashed her pass and was let through. Leaving her iPad and notes in the women's locker room she searched for him along the endless corridors, fighting her way through staff packing up for the next show, she wondered where he could be.

Then as Autumn turned a corner the first thing she she saw was Dean, sweat soaked and beautiful from his match, wearing his black sleeveless slogan T, towering over Scarlett with her pretty face turned up towards him smiling coquettishly, her eyes flicked sideways and maliciously met Autumn's for a split second. Deflated, Autumn was reminded of the scene of her and Dean after his match at Wembley outside his locker room door, except those few short days ago, it had been her, not this little bitch gazing up at him, waiting for his next delicious move. The Diva's outfit, of which there was little, emphasised her every curve solidifying her status as every teenage boy's fantasy. Together their beauty complimented each other. How can I compete with that,' Autumn realised miserably.

Leaning one arm on the wall blocking any exit for the pretty Diva, though she could not see his face or hear what he was saying, it appeared that he was purposely trapping her in. Autumn's stomach dropped as Scarlett ran a red fingernail down the skin of his muscular arm and looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. 'Oh no, no,' Autumn shouted inside her head as she saw Dean lean in close to the pretty blonde. She had seen enough and with a silent sob she fled, her heart wrenching with sorrow.

Running blindly out of the building, her only thought was to get as far away from this company, this business and these people as fast as she could. She quickly grabbed her belongings from the hotel room, pausing to look back at his things strewn across the room just as he had left it this morning. She picked up a worn T shirt and breathed in his scent, hugged it close to her then whispered 'Goodbye Dean', threw it on the bed and shut the door behind her