A/N: Seriously, you guys rock for all the reviews and everything, I'm so glad you like the story! You're making it very easy to write these two. Anyways, starting with the next chapter, I'm going to start tweaking things to my liking, but it's not next chapter, it's this chapter, and I hope you enjoy what you read. Reviews are lovely, think about leaving one, yes? :)

"Dolph, you better answer your phone right this second! DOLPH!"

AJ laughed, but Dolph was frowning, "That's all I've heard for the last four hours. She sends them every five minutes it seems."

"Dolph, I know you're checking your messages, you better return my calls if you know what's good for you!"

"Well, why don't you answer then?" AJ asked as she leaned in the doorway to her room. They'd figured that adjoining rooms would be a good idea while they were here, and after Raw tomorrow night, for the foreseeable future. Actually, after tomorrow night, they might have to share a room, but AJ didn't know how that might work out. If they were going to perpetrate this ruse correctly, certain sacrifices would have to be made.

"Because then I'd have to talk to her," Dolph said, "I know she's already suspicious, I mean, she wasn't before, but now she is."

"I think the whole world is suspicious," AJ ran a hand through her hair. It was freshly washed and still damp from her shower. She needed to wash the evening off. She needed to wash the stink of John Cena away from her body. As the soap swirled around the drain so too did any good feeling for the last man to break her heart. She'd steeled her reserve and now she was just a shell, a vengeful shell of a woman. She now understood what it meant to be a woman scorned.

"I know, I kept getting looks from everyone," Dolph said, "not that I cared, I don't care. The more people staring at me the better, they know we stole the show, I was stealing it long before you came in."

"You were," AJ agreed, "the crowd was behind you, I could hear it. Interesting how so many of them see what I see in John Cena. By the time this is over, who knows, you might be a fan favorite."

"I don't need their favoritism, with or without them I do what I do better than anyone else."

"I guess," she said, walking further into his room and jumping lightly on his bed. He was sitting at the edge of it so she scooted herself up further so her back was against the headboard. She was already in her pajamas, a pair of loose-fitting shorts and a tank top. She curled her legs underneath her and stared at him. "Does it bother you?"

"Does what bother me? People cheering for me? No, I guess not—"

AJ shook her head and nodded towards the phone, "Vickie."

"I thought we weren't going to let this thing between us get personal?" he inquired, smirking at her. She looked down a moment, smiling to herself, and for a brief moment, actually not so brief, he wondered what it was like being her. She had to be lonely. She'd alienated all her friends with her behavior, and with the way she latched on to any attention thrown her way, she had to feel pretty alone all the time. It was probably why she was curled up on the bed of a guy who'd called her trash not even a month ago.

"I'm just making sure you aren't going to renege on our deal," she shrugged carelessly with one shoulder.

"No, I don't," Dolph said, "I've been pulling away from her for a while, I just don't think she likes it, you know. I don't know if I'm a security blanket at this point or if she just likes me, but I think she was clinging while I was trying to get away from her, you know. So I'm not bothered. She did a lot for me, I won't forget it, but let's face it, I'm not the champion and I never have been."

"But you were—"

"No, I don't count that," he looked up at her in earnest, his blue eyes piercing hers and it was the first time she ever allowed herself to actually look into them. She never realized how blue they actually were or how they held his emotions so clearly. He actually had a tinge of anger in them right now, and she tilted her head as if that could give her a better look into his soul. "That was nothing, that was absolutely nothing."

"So that's why you agreed," her lips quirked up into a small smile. "You want that title so badly you're willing to turn your back on Vickie."

"It's not turning my back, we've been pulling away for a long time."

"Did you sleep with her?" AJ wondered curiously.

Dolph burst into laughter, "No, believe me, no, she's not my type."

"What is your type?"

"Not you," Dolph told her, leveling her with a glare, which was playful and she responded as such with a slight laugh and a shake of her head. It was nice to have company with no pretense behind it. She wasn't clinging to him, and he wasn't pushing her away. It was actually nice to talk to someone without there being an agenda behind it. Sure, they had a plan going, but this was just talking.

"I never thought it was," she kidded, but then her lips pursed and she spoke softly, "You know I never slept with any of them, right? I mean, except Daniel before, earlier this year…before WrestleMania. I was never with any of the others, I know you said that I was with John, but I wasn't."

"I was just trying to get a rise out of you," he said, "I know you didn't, I mean, not that I knew, but I suspected, I mean, those kisses, he looked like he was trying to eat your face, I figured if that's how he kissed in public, you wouldn't go to bed with him anytime soon."

AJ reached out her foot and knocked him lightly against the ankle. He laughed and grabbed her foot, pushing it back towards her. She settled herself back again, and it was then they realized this was nice. This was an actually nice discussion. There was no awkwardness, nothing, just two people who were having a good time. They stared at each other for a moment, neither one speaking, but understanding that they were hitting a crossroads. Tomorrow, everything was going to change, they were going to change, and they both accepted that.

"I want to take them all down," AJ admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. If there was anything on the room but the light he wouldn't have heard her, but he did.

"Who's all?"

"All of them, Daniel, Punk, Kane, and Cena, I want to take them all down," her eyes were glassy as if she was already reveling in their pain. Dolph could only see hurt though, a deep one, one she probably hid from most of the world. She wasn't crazy, not like he initially thought. She was calculating, conniving, she knew what she wanted. She wasn't crazed at all. She was just someone who'd been hurt and wanted to inflict hurt in turn. That wasn't crazy; that was being human.

"Okay," Dolph answered, and her head shot up at him as if only just realizing he was still there. "Okay, we're going to take them all down. Once we're done with Cena, we'll go after whoever you want next."

"Really?" AJ asked.

"You pushed a guy off a ladder tonight, I think I should listen to you," he threw her a smile and she laughed again, but before she could respond in kind, his phone rang again. He groaned and reached for it, but AJ placed her hand on his wrist, shaking her head.

"It's better if you just don't talk to her, she's the one being irrational, not you. As far as you're concerned, you had no idea what I was doing out there last night. My helping you was a complete surprise. We're going to blindside them tomorrow, it'll be fun," she reached out and patted his knee as his phone stopped buzzing to life. "I bet you haven't really shocked the world yet, have you?"

"Well, I go out there—"

"And steal the show, well believe me, we'll do that tomorrow, talking to her tonight, while she's mad, not a good idea," AJ said, grabbing his phone and turning it on, thrusting it in his direction. He pressed the code and she took it back, going to his messages. "I guess you don't have any naked pictures on here or you wouldn't let me look."

"Maybe I do and I want you to look," he joked, which got another genuine smile out of her. It looked better on her than the constant wounded look she wore when she was at work. "JK, I don't."

"I figured," AJ turned the volume up on his phone a little before she played the latest voicemail over speakerphone.

"Dolph, I swear to God, I want to know what happened earlier! I'm coming to your room right now!"

As if on cue, but probably because she'd had time between the voicemail and walking here, the door to Dolph's room started to fumbled about. "She has a key," Dolph hissed and AJ's eyes widened as she grabbed his hand and hauled him into her room, closing both adjoining doors behind her. They both leaned against the door, ears pressed against it so they could hear Vickie on the other side.

"Dolph!" Vickie's voice screeched. They didn't even need to put their ears against the door because she was so loud. "Are you in here! You can't hide from me!"

AJ snickered and Dolph shot her a look. "Shh," he told her.

"Even if she wanted, she can't get in here," AJ said, "and I signed in under an alias so she wouldn't know whose room this was anyways."

"Dolph!" Vickie screamed and AJ had to cover her mouth so she wouldn't burst into loud laughter. Dolph stared at her hard, but he was trying to hold in his own laughter. It was all so ridiculous, standing there, their ears to the door, trying to hear Vickie on the other side.

"How long do you think it'll take her to get the hint?" AJ whispered.

"Well, she continuously thought I actually wanted her so a long time?" Dolph said and AJ grinned and turned her face away, needing to step back from the door.

"Luckily, you're already in your pajamas and I've got two beds, if you feel more comfortable, you can sleep in here, just in case she's in there, sitting and waiting and willing to wait all night for you," AJ flopped down on one of the beds. Dolph came over and sat on the other one, actually climbing under the covers.

"You don't hate any of those guys," he said, not asking a question, but stating the facts, "you're hurt, and I get that, I get why you want everything you want. But this you, it's actually not half bad, you should show her more."

AJ got under her own covers, turning on her side to face him. He turned on his side so they were looking at each other with only the nightstand between them. She tucked her hands under her head and she rolled her eyes, "Half the time I don't even know who I am anymore. All I feel is judged."

"So don't care," he told her, "go out there tomorrow, actually we'll go out there tomorrow and we won't care."

"You trust me," she smiled. "What changed?"

"You actually pushed Cena off that ladder," he answered immediately. "I admit, up until that moment, I thought you might screw me over, that you would somehow be using me just so Cena could get my briefcase. When you pushed him off, I knew you were serious."

"I was always serious."

"I know that now, remind me to never get on your bad side," he told her and she pretended to look mean. "Tomorrow, we're going to rule the wrestling world. You ready for that?"

"I'm ready to have it all." She reached out and she turned off the light, bathing the room in complete darkness. The room next door was quiet, but they couldn't be sure if Vickie was still in there or not. "Do you really think I'm trash?"

Her words floated through the darkness surrounded by a glow, hitting him with their vulnerability. He thought back to what he'd said, how he'd said it, how her face had fallen slightly then rapidly until she stood there, chastised, beaten down, and defenseless. But she'd stood right back up and hit him repeatedly, unleashing hell with her petite fists. It had taken courage to face him, courage to retaliate. Tonight had taken a bravery not many would have.

"No, and I'm sorry I said that. I don't think you're trash. I think you're smarter than anyone gives you credit for. I think you're a lot more than people see, but I think together we're going to make people see that, and I think they're going to see what a force we can be. But no, you're not trash, AJ." The room was silent, and then a whispered phrase, and she sounded so small yet so relieved.

"Thank you."