A/N: Hey there, guys! So, first and foremost, I wanna thank everyone that's faved and followed this story, it really means a lot to me and it only gives me that much more motivation. I also wanted to mention one minor change to this chapter, and that's that Valentina will be making her debut on Raw instead of Smackdown, mostly because I thought her official debut would be more impactful this way.Oh, and here's the references from the previous chapter:

'Mistah J's Party List' is a reference to the amazing Harley Quinn in Batman: Arkham Asylum. "You two are like giant cock-blocking robots, like, developed in a secret fucking government lab." is a homage to the movie Zombieland (and is probably one of the funniest lines in the movie). And finally, the title of the previous chapter is also a homage to Victoria's old theme song.

raaeebrucee – Thank you so much! I really wanted Valentina to have they fiery, headstrong personality and I'm really glad you like her attitude. I also read your story Bad Girl's World and I really enjoyed it! I love her rivalry with Seth on-screen and her relationship with Colby off-screen. They're perfect together! :D

Chapter Five – To Tell or Not To Tell?

"You never put your love out on the line

You never said yes to the right guy

You never had trouble getting what you want

But when it comes to you, I'm never good enough

When I don't care

I can play 'em like a Ken doll

Won't wash my hair

Then make 'em bounce like a basketball

But you

Make (you) me wanna act like a girl

Paint my nails and wear high heels

For you

You make me so nervous

That I just can't hold your hand

You make me glow

But I cover up

Won't let it show

So I'm putting my defenses up

'Cause I don't wanna fall in love

If I ever did that

I think I'd have a heart attack

I think I'd have a heart attack

I think I'd have a heart attack

Never break a sweat for the other guys

When ya come around, I get paralyzed

And everytime I try to be myself

It comes out wrong like a cry for help

It's just not fair

Brings more trouble than it all is worth

I gasp for air

It feels so good, but you know it hurts

But you

Make (you) me wanna act like a girl

Paint my nails and wear perfume

For you

You make me so nervous

That I just can't hold your hand

You make me glow

But I cover up

Won't let it show

So I'm putting my defenses up

'Cause I don't wanna fall in love

If I ever did that

I think I'd have a heart attack

I think I'd have a heart attack

I think I'd have a heart attack

The feelings got lost in my lungs

They're burning, I'd rather be numb

And there's no one else to blame

So scared I'll take off and run

I'm flying too close to the sun

And I burst into flames." Heart Attack (cover) by Sam Tsui and Chrissy Costanza

After the whole gym fiasco, I tried my hardest to forget about it and say focused on other things, such as the rest of the house shows we were booked to do for the next few days, my first official photo shoot, and numerous meet and greets. To my dismay, even after I'd done all of those things, my "almost kiss" with Seth still lingered on my mind, constantly reminding me of how I needed to tell him.

Deep down, part of me wanted so desperately to just tell him that I'd been in love with him for well over four years now, but then I feel myself put up this wall in fear of getting hurt.

Don't get me wrong, I had a reason –which I'd rather not go into detail at the moment - for being afraid to take a chance and let Seth in. He truly was an amazing man. My whole world changed the moment he came into my life. Whether we were training together or spending the day listening to his favorite bands at his loft in Davenport, or playing WWF No Mercy and various Mario games on my Nintendo 64 at my Brooklyn apartment, we were practically inseparable.

Following our last house show for the week, I grabbed my black Moschino suitcase and headed towards the parking garage, trying my hardest to block out the throbbing pain in my back, which was due to Ryback hitting me with Shell Shocked. Part 2 of him getting revenge on me after I tried to clothesline him on Raw.

"You look like hell," Dean commented as we walked alongside each other, trailing behind Seth and Roman.

"I just got Shell Shocked, give me a break," I hissed, scraping my nails against the handle of my suitcase. "Pardon me for not being a fuckin' T-1000 liquid metal terminator cockroach like you, Deano."

Dean let out a chuckle and slung an arm around my shoulder. "That's the beauty of this business, darlin', you get to fight almost every single night until your face is all bloody, until your body's battered, and until you're physically drained, but even then, you still pick yourself up and keep on fighting. It's what we do."

"Jesus, Dean, you sound like you're trying to make her as lethal as all the Divas from the Attitude Era," Roman joked, glancing over his shoulder.

"She's pretty damn close to it," Seth piped up. "Her most lethal match was probably against this girl named Heather back in 2009."

Dean smirked. "Now, this I gotta hear. Tell us, Sethie, what did sweet little Valentina do to her? Rip her hair extensions out?"

Seth shook his head. "No, much worse. She climbed to the top turnbuckle and waited until Heather got on the apron again and hit her with a diving hurricanrana right outside the ring."

Roman stopped dead in his tracks and quirked a brow. "I've gotta say, you're a lot tougher than I thought, Monroe. You're definitely not afraid to take things to the next level."

"Hey, I didn't get into this business to sit on my ass and look pretty," I retorted, popping the trunk open and loading my suitcase inside. "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't willing to put my body on the line every single night. This is my life, and I wouldn't change it for the world."

Dean mockingly clapped his hands and dragged his finger down his face, pretending to wipe away a tear. "And the Slammy for the most motivating speech of the year goes to… Valentina Monroe!"

"And the award for the biggest fucking tool of 2012 goes to… Dean Ambrose!" I shot back with a smirk, folding my arms.

Roman snickered and playfully nudged Seth. "You better get your girl, man, before she tries to break Dean's spine again."

Dean's nostrils flared and he gritted his teeth together. "Shut up! She got lucky!"

Rolling my eyes, I walked over to Dean and wrapped my arm around his neck, locking him in a headlock. "What about now, Deano? Hmm? Am I still getting lucky?"

Dean struggled in my grip for around three, maybe four seconds at most before chuckling softly and lowering his head so he was basically nuzzling my breasts. "You keep me in this position any longer, darlin', and you may just end up gettin' lucky. Don't worry, I'll make sure to buy you a drink first."

"Dean, I swear to all that is holy…." I snarled.

Dean chuckled again and brought his hand up, roughly grabbing one of my breasts. "Even bigger than I remembered. Sethie's a very lucky man."

I promptly let go of him –making sure to slap him with full force after doing so- before rubbing my chest and scowling, "Dean, you're so fucking lucky Roman and Seth are here, because if they weren't, I wouldn't hesitate to get into a street fight with you!"

"… Would that be before or after I take you up against the wall?"

"You motherfucker!" I marched towards him, ready to spear him right onto the pavement, but Seth wrapped his arms around me, instantly throwing a monkey wrench into my plan.

"Enough!" he snapped. "Dean, keep your fucking hands to yourself, and Valentina, stop trying to kill him! Now, kiss and make up so we can get out of here and head back to the hotel."

Reluctantly, I walked over to Dean and pulled him into a hug. "Sorry, Dean," I mumbled.

He smirked down at me and ruffled my hair. "Apology accepted, darlin'"

"I take it you saying "sorry" to me is out of the question?"

"Damn straight," Dean said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Dean," Seth said, his tone firm.

"Relax, I'm just fuckin' with her," Dean laughed, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "Alright, alright, alright, I'm… sorry, Valentina. There. Happy, Rollins?"

"… Ecstatic."

Although our hotel was only twenty minutes away from the arena, I started to fall asleep within the first ten minutes of the car ride, so much for pulling an all-nighter tonight. Seth and I were sitting right next to each other, and before I knew it, I scooched closer to him and laid my head on his shoulder. Inhaling deeply, I couldn't help but smile at how incredible he smelt.

"Vee, come on," Seth said quietly, gently threading his fingers through my curls. "We're almost there. Don't pull a Sleeping Beauty on me now."

"I don't intend on sleeping for a hundred years. Besides, I'm a queen, not a princess, remember?" I mumbled, nuzzling into him. "You smell and feel really good..."

"The floor recognizes the stereotypical, overly-cute, oblivious, naïve lovers in the backseat," Roman said sarcastically, having taken his eyes off the road for a couple seconds to look at us in the rear view mirror.

"Roman, if I wasn't tired as hell, I would…." My voice trailed off as I yawned loudly, letting sleep overtake me.

"Sweet dreams, my queen," Seth murmured against my ear, and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead.

I woke up the next day with absolutely no memory of what happened after I fell asleep in Seth's arms. I must've been more tired than I thought because that was a rarity for me. Well, unless it was one of those times where I ended up having one drink too many, then I'd typically wake up with no memory of what happened the previous night.

Rubbing my eyes, I sat up and noticed that I was still wearing the same clothes from last night, the only thing that was missing were my shoes. Seth must've taken them off for me.

Seth…

Turning my head, I frowned once I noticed Seth's side of the bed was empty. Not only that, but his suitcase was gone as well. That's when I remembered him mentioning to us last night that he'd booked an early flight back to Davenport. I knew that I'd see him again in a couple of days for Raw, but I still missed him nonetheless.

With a sigh, I sat up, swung my legs out of bed, and lazily walked towards the door. Turning the knob, I walked into the living room to see Dean sitting on the couch watching TV and Roman making coffee in the kitchen.

"Nice to see that the Killer Queen's not dead after all," Dean said sardonically. "For a minute there, we thought someone had drugged you before we left the arena."

I sat down on one of the chairs nearby and stretched my arms over my head. "Damn, I was really that out of it, huh?"

"Pretty much," Roman said, walking over and handing me a cup of coffee. "Here, just so you don't randomly pass out again."

"You're a peach," I said sweetly, grasping the cup and taking a sip. "Alright, I'm gonna cut to the chase, since I don't remember what the hell happened after I fell asleep, please fill me in."

Dean leaned forward and laughed. "Seth tried to wake you up once we were at the hotel, but all you did was move closer to him and call, or rather, moan his name in your sleep. He pretty much carried you to you guys' room and stayed with you until he had to catch his flight. I literally wanted to puke from all the cuteness."

Roman rolled his eyes. "Ignore him, Valentina. He's just mad because his love life's not modeled after The Notebook like yours and Seth's."

"Bite me," I retorted, raising the cup to my lips and taking another sip.

Roman snorted. "I'll pass, besides, that would be incest."

"Didn't stop me from coping a feel," Dean snorted, shrugging his shoulders.

I smirked. "You forgot to mention that I nearly killed you for it."

Dean laughed. "You have no sense of humor, Monroe. Lighten up for once, will ya?"

Shaking my head, I looked at Roman and ran a hand through my hair. "So, what's the plan for today?"

"Well, since we were only able to get evening flights to Vegas and Pensacola, we were just gonna grab lunch and hang out in the meantime. Care to join us?"

I nodded. "Sure, that sounds great."

"MONROE, YOU'VE BEEN IN THERE FOR LIKE, FORTY-FIVE FUCKING MINUTES!" Dean yelled, banging his fist on the door five more times to enunciate how irritated he was. "JESUS, IT'S NOT LIKE YOU'RE GETTING READY TO GO FUCK SETH OR SOMETHING!"

I blew out an exasperated sigh and gave myself one more once-over in the mirror. Today's outfit consisted of a dark gray jacket with silver studs across the back, black velvet pants with a baroque design on the front and back pockets, a black tank top that had Sorry, I Can't Today, I Have Plans With The Internet in big white lettering, and black suede heeled boots with studs cascading down and across the sides. I'd finished running a flat iron through my hair, leaving it sleek and straight. I'd opted for a taupe smokey look with winged eyeliner for my eyes and a rosy pink lipstick for my lips. God bless all the makeup tutorials on YouTube.

After fastening a silver necklace that said New York on it around my neck and pulling on a silver ring with the S.H.I.E.L.D logo on it, I whipped out my phone and quickly snapped a selfie to post on Instagram and Twitter.

TheKillerQueenOfWWE: About to go hang out and spread more justice with the hounds, should be fun. Still missing my favorite two-toned hound though...

"Whoa, someone's going for the dark and menacing look again," Dean snickered once he saw my appearance.

"Ignore him, baby girl," Roman said, playfully smacking dean upside the head. "You look great. I'm pretty sure Seth would've loved it too."

"Well, I just took a selfie and posted it on Twitter and Instagram, and I have no doubt in my mind that he'll see it," I replied.

"And jack off to it," Dean muttered.

"I'm gonna fucking pretend I didn't just hear that," I said through clenched teeth, rubbing my temple in annoyance.

Go into the back, it's only Skin City

Dancin' to the top, ya know it ain't (right right)

Glowin' in the dark, you're so pretty pretty

Never goin' back, no matter what (what what)

Digging through my pocket, I yanked out my phone to see that Seth was calling me. Welp, this worked out a lot faster than I'd anticipated. I wasn't complaining though, I wanted to hear his voice. "Hey Architect."

"Hello, gorgeous, I was just thinking about you. Oh, and I saw what you posted on Twitter. Very nice."

I twirled a strand of my hair and grinned. "Why, thank you, I aim to please."

"You certainly do. For what it's worth, I'm sorry I didn't get to say goodbye to you before I left. You looked so tranquil and it would've been an injustice if I woke you up. Don't get me wrong, I was tempted to, especially after hearing you say my name so many times in your sleep..."

I felt my cheeks grow hot. "So they weren't lying after all. Erm, how many times exactly?"

"I lost count after the tenth time, sweetheart. Don't worry, I'll find a way to make it up to you."

"MAKE SURE TO WRAP IT UP WHEN YOU DO!" Dean yelled obnoxiously.

I flipped him off and gritted my teeth together, my grip tightening on the phone. "Please tell me you didn't just hear that…"

"… I could, but I'd be lying. Jesus, so much for giving him that "serious talk" last night."

"When has Dean ever taken anything seriously, Seth?"

"Hello?! Still here!" Dean snapped. "Besides, where's the fun in taking everything seriously?"

"There's a such thing as a filter, Dean, and you lack one," I retorted, before turning my attention back to Seth. "I've gotta go, I'll call you when I get back to Brooklyn, okay?"

"Alright, Vee. Have a safe flight."

"Are you ever gonna tell him, Valentina?" Roman asked once we were all in the hotel elevator.

Dean nodded in agreement and crossed his arms. "Yeah, he's got it bad for you, and the feeling's clearly mutual, so what's stopping ya?"

"I'd rather not talk about it," I said with a sigh, dragging a hand through my hair. "Besides, he may not even feel the same way and I don't want to risk fucking up our friendship."

"You're kidding, right?" Roman asked rhetorically. "He doesn't shut up about you when you're not around, he always looks at you like you're his whole world, and he's been with you through everything. If that's not proof that he's into you, then I don't know what is."

"Roman, I… I..." I stuttered, trying to think of a way to counter his argument, but I wound up letting out a defeated sigh and shaking my head. "It's not that simple, Ro," I said quietly.

"What are you afraid of, baby girl?" he put his hands on my shoulders and started down at me.

"Yeah, you can tell us, we're good listeners," Dean piped up. "That's what big brothers are for, right?"

"I-I'd rather not say too much right now, but let's just say, I-I made a fucked up choices when I was nineteen, and I let a guy fuck up my life in the worst way," I whispered, desperately trying to block the memory of him out of my mind.

"What, and you think Seth's gonna do the same to you?" Roman asked. "Valentina, you know Seth's not like that…"

The elevator doors suddenly opened and I shook my head again. "I don't want to talk about this anymore, just drop it, okay?" I mumbled, pulling Roman's hands off me and walking out of the elevator without another word.

Hanging out with Roman and Dean for the remainder of the day was actually pretty fun once Dean managed to change the subject (hallelujah) and it really gave me a chance to get to know them better. Growing up, I had no siblings, but at this point it was safe to say that Dean and Roman were the brothers I'd always wanted. With Dean constantly pestering me like any big brother would and Roman looking out for me and trying to give me words of encouragement when it came to my feelings for Seth, I had a bond with them. One that couldn't be broken.

Raw

December 3rd, 2012

Greensboro, North Carolina

"Alright, Valentina, have a look," Lindy Sue, the hair and makeup artist, said, handing me a mirror.

"Oh my God, Tiff, I love it!" I squealed, nodding my head in approval. "You did amazing!"

Lindy had painted my lips a dark cranberry red and left my eyes dark and seductive. My hair had been teased and styled into a high ponytail.

"Sorry to interrupt." I looked over my shoulder to see Paul Heyman and Punk looking at me. "But we'd like to have a word with Miss Monroe."

"Thanks again, Tiff, I appreciate it," I told her. She merely nodded and walked off, leaving me alone with them.

"Alright, you've got my attention, what's up?" I asked, leaning back in my chair and crossing my legs.

"Well, Miss Monroe, as you're probably aware, my client is close to surpassing John Cena's reign and I intend on making that very clear tonight. However, if anyone tries to cause problems for my client-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, you want us to intervene," I interrupted. "I take it you told Seth, Dean and Roman already?"

Paul nodded. "Yes, I've informed them already. They said you'd be here so I thought it was only fair that we tell you as well."

"Good luck tonight, by the way," Punk said with a smirk. "AJ's in for a very rude awakening."

"Didn't think I'd ever you say that given your history with her," I quipped, crossing my arms.

Punk shrugged. "Times have changed." He glanced down at my stomach and then my arms, his eyes taking in my various tattoos and piercings. "If you're interested, I'd love to hear about the history behind your ink sometime, perhaps over dinner…"

"Thanks for the offer, but I'm gonna have to pass," I replied, hopping out of my chair. "Don't worry, you can count on us to jump in if anything goes wrong tonight."

I quickly changed into my gear that Sandra, the seamstress for WWE, had made for me. It definitely screamed sultry and deadly. It was a black suede crop top with studs underneath the bust and black denim pants with an embroidered and silkscreened patchwork design along the front and back.

I yanked on a pair of black leather arm warmers and affixed a black rhinestone studded choker around my neck. Then I fished through my suitcase until I found my phone and stood in front of the mirror. Once I took a good selfie, I uploaded it on Twitter and Instagram before leaving the locker room.

TheKillerQueenOfWWE: Hope you're all watching tonight, because I'm going to exterminate a certain pesky spider. You know who you are…. #ThisIsMYKingdom #BelieveInTheShield #KickingAssAndTakingNames

"Holy shit," Seth murmured when I walked into the skybox.

"Close your mouth, Sethie, flies might get in," I joked, closing the door behind me.

"He's got a point though, baby girl," Roman said, looking me up and down. "You look really good."

"Well, I guess I can't argue with that, Sandra really outdid herself," I said, before looking down at the ramp as RAW went on air.

"Here we go," Dean muttered, narrowing his eyes in anticipation.

Kane's music hit and him and Daniel walked out and climbed into the ring. It didn't take long for either of them to look up and spot us.

"Is that? It is! The Shield! Reigns on your left, Monroe right next to him, Rollins in the middle, Ambrose on the right. The Shield are here tonight, live in Greensboro!" Cole exclaimed.

"And apparently AJ's got beef with Valentina and they're officially set to go one-on-one with each other tonight! I can't wait!" Jerry 'The King' Lawler said excitedly.

Kane glared up at us and grabbed a mic. "You know, you guys think you're real tough way up there, aren't ya? You claim to fight against injustice, well why don't you come down here right now and we'll give you somethin' to fight about!"

The crowd erupted into cheers but we shook our heads and stayed put.

"Sorry, no can do, demon," I said nonchalantly, and crossed my arms. A 'you suck' chant broke out and I rolled my eyes and scoffed. If there was a chant that annoyed me more than 'you can't wrestle', it was 'you suck'.

The Prime Time Players music suddenly hit and Darren Young and Titus O'Neil entered the ring, prepared to face Kane and Daniel.

"What do you think?" I asked, turning my head to look at Seth. "Should we jump in?"

"Oh, most definitely," he replied with a grin. "Come on, I've got an idea."

I followed him and Roman out of the skybox and we walked down the steps and quietly eased our way into the crowd while Dean stayed where he was and stared down at the two teams, a sinister smile on his face.

"Good call, I like your thinkin,'" I whispered to Seth.

He intertwined his fingers with mine and gently squeezed my hand. "Thanks, sweetheart. As soon as the match is over, that's when we'll jump in, got it?"

I nodded. "Got it!"

Daniel picked up the win via roll-up and that's when Seth signaled for us to move. We sprinted through the crowd and jumped over the barricade. Dean and Roman went after Kane and Seth and I rolled into the ring and proceeded to kick the shit out of Daniel.

Roman trapped Kane's arm between the steel steps and the ring post and motioned for Dean. Dean nodded and started kicking the steel steps (with Roman quickly joining in); a strangled cry tore from Kane's lips as they relentlessly slammed their feet against the metal.

Seth and I continued to pound on Daniel for the time being. However, Daniel caught me off guard by lunging forward and pushing me off him. Stumbling back, I managed to steady myself just as Dean and Roman slid in the ring and joined in on the Daniel Bryan assault.

Marching forward, I seized Daniel by the hair and yanked his head back, hooking my arm around his neck and hitting him with the Femme Fatale.

With a giggle, I rolled out of the way as Dean and Seth picked Daniel up. Roman unleashed a roar and they laid him out with a triple powerbomb.

The boos got even louder and I smirked and clapped my hands. "Justice is here," I grinned and Seth lightly tugged on my arm and quietly told us to leave the ring.

Hey you know you're lockin' lips with a libertine?

Hey did you know you're knockin' hips with a killer queen?

Another victim of my method of seduction

I made you look but you never saw me comin'

Come on and give it to me

Dare you to give it to me

Give it your best shot

My love is black and blue

Come on and give it to me

Dare you to give it to me

Give it your best shot

Give me your best shot

Tell me where it hurts

(Tell me when you hurt)

Cry baby cry

(Cry baby for me)

I walked out from behind the LED board as 'Tell Me Where it Hurts' by Halestorm blared throughout the arena. Of course, the crowd proceeded to boo me again, but I brushed them off with an eye roll and made my down the ramp.

"This is a Diva's match scheduled for one-fall!" Justin Roberts announced. "Introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York; Valentina Monroe!"

"This is MY Kingdom!" I shouted, leaping up onto the ring apron and stepping through the ropes. Sauntering over to the turnbuckles, I hopped up onto the second rope before raising both arms above my head and doing the "rock on" gesture.

Jumping down, I walked over to the other side of the ring and swung my right leg over the top rope while my left leg rested on the bottom rope. Leaning forward, I looked up at the skybox and blew the guys a kiss before taking my feet off the ropes and moving back to lean against the turnbuckles.

"Well, it seems that not only does Eve not like Valentina, but AJ seems to have a problem with her as well," Michael Cole commented.

"I'd say that's sugarcoating it, Michael," Jerry snorted. "I spoke with AJ earlier and she said that Valentina may think that this is her Kingdom, she's living in AJ Lee's world now and that Valentina was nothing but a skanky, desperate, attention-seeking, obnoxious little girl who's only made a name for herself by riding The Shield's coattails."

Oh, like you're one to talk, Lee. At least I didn't get to where I am by swapping spit with ninety-five percent of the locker room, I thought with a scoff as her music hit.

Let's light it up!

Light it up, Light it up!

Light it tonight, let's light it up!

Like shooting stars are burning light up the sky!

Cheers erupted throughout the arena as AJ skipped her way to the ring and I had to bite my tongue in order to prevent myself from screaming a bunch of expletives.

"And her opponent, from Union City, New Jersey; AJ Lee!"

AJ slid under the ropes and stared at me, a wicked smile on her face as I took a few steps forward. We both had an intense stare-down for a good minute or two, both of us staring into each other's eyes with nothing but pure disdain. AJ didn't like me because I not only speared the shit out of her current "boyfriend", but she was also pissed that all the attention wasn't on her for once. I didn't like her because she was one of the reasons why the division was a joke (actually, scratch that, the Bella twins were responsible for decimating this division. Thank God they're no longer with the company).

AJ suddenly held her hand out to me, that wicked smile still on her face as she did so. Oh no, I knew this trick. Hell, I'd fallen for this trick before and I sure as shit wasn't about to fall for it again.

I extended my hand, and the second her palm touched mine, I pulled her forward, nailing her with a clothesline. AJ gasped in surprise and clenched her teeth as her back hit the mat.

Not letting up, I ran over to the corner and seized the tope rope with both hands and hopped up. Pivoting my body around, I bounced backwards, striking her in the back of the head with a springboard roundhouse kick.

I bent down, grabbing her by the hair and hauling her upwards, only to be met with a vicious jab to the face. Staggering back, I tried to shake it off, but I wasn't quick enough. AJ leapt up and hit me with a dropkick. Her arm coiled around my neck as she pulled me up and countered with a neckbreaker.

She slowly crawled over to me and giggled. "You don't belong here, Vee," she hissed in my ear. "If you were smart, you'd give up now, or else I'm prepared to make your life a living hell."

"And if you were smart… you'd know why it's a very bad idea to piss off the Killer Queen, especially when she's capable of things like this," I whispered, a sadistic smile forming on my lips as I drove my elbow into her stomach. As soon as her body slammed into the mat, I placed one foot down just above each of her knees and bent her legs up. Hooking them around my knees, I seized hold of both of her wrists and fell backwards, lifting her off the ground as I locked in the surfboard hold.

"What do you say, AJ?" the ref asked her as she screamed in agony and wiggled in my grip in desperate attempt to get free.

AJ stubbornly shook her head no and the ref nodded. I held her in place for a few more seconds before letting go and standing up. She rolled out of the ring and bent over, rubbing her back as she panted heavily.

At that point, Roman, Dean and Seth started to make their way down the steps and jumped over the barricade. Probably to make sure AJ didn't go anywhere. That's when an idea popped into my mind.

Grabbing her by the hair, I dragged her over to the announcer's table and slammed her head against it a couple times before backing up.

"Wait, what in the world is Valentina doing?!" Cole exclaimed.

"I don't know, but I think we'd better move!" Jerry said, shuffling out of his chair with Cole quickly doing the same.

Once AJ was right where I wanted her, I charged forward, effortlessly hitting her with a spear hard enough to send us both flying over the announcer's table. A 'THIS IS AWESOME!' chant broke out as I scrambled to my feet and got back in the ring. The ref had already started the count and was at seven.

That's when AJ managed to drag her body up and roll back into the ring. She narrowed her eyes as me, and just judging by the look on her face, it was clear she knew she had underestimated me. What she did next, however, was enough to push me to my boiling point.

She climbed out of the ring again and turned her attention to Seth. She skipped over to him and tilted her head to the side, tantalizingly trailing a finger down his chest. He abruptly shook his head before grabbing her wrist and lightly shoving her away, but AJ didn't let that stop her.

Leaning in, she wrapped her arms around his neck and yanked him down to her level... and forcefully crushed her lips against his.

"Oh my God!" Cole shouted.

"Has AJ lost her mind?! Oh no, look at Valentina, she's absolutely livid!" Jerry exclaimed.

I fucking lost my shit.

I rolled out of the ring and speared AJ again, throwing countless punches to her face as I straddled her. However, as angry as I was at the moment, I didn't want to get DQ'd or counted out. Grudgingly, I tossed her back in the ring, ready to finish this.

She gradually got up and sprinted towards me, but I leapt up and executed a Sin City. She dropped to the mat like a sack of potatoes and I knelt down and covered her.

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

"The winner of this match; Valentina Monroe!" Justin Roberts said.

AJ got out of the ring and started screaming and stamping her foot, throwing yet another bitch fit as she made her way back up the ramp.

Dean and Roman got into the ring and immediately embraced me. Seth awkwardly cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. Despite it not being his fault, I could tell he still felt horrible about what happened. I wasn't mad at him though, I was mad, or rather, furious at AJ for doing it.

"Relax, Sethie, it's not you I'm pissed at," I said teasingly, holding my arms out for a hug. "Come on, let's hug it out."

"Hug it out! Hug it out!" Dean mockingly chanted.

"As you wish, sweetheart," Seth replied with a grin. He pulled me into a warm embrace and I linked my arms around his neck, burying my face in his chest while his arms snaked around my waist.

Nice try AJ, but the Killer Queen's still standing tall.

A/N: And that concludes chapter five! I really hope you guys liked this chapter and all the Monrollins (huge shoutout to LittleGee for the official ship name :D) moments. Don't forget to review and check out my Polyvore collection. Again, the link to it is on my profile and my username is starfire-tamaran. Also, I realize that the song 'Skin City' wasn't released until mid-2014, but I couldn't help but use it for Valentina's ringtone, especially since it really showcases her inner-Vegas roots XD Also, I've posted a poll on my profile regarding who Valentina should face at TLC and I'd really appreciate it if you guys voted because I'm having a hard time deciding. Thanks again, and please review!