A/N: Ctinaisfashion, Fanfic is acting up so if you didn't get the message I sent you, the Joe in the story is Samoa Joe. Sorry about confusing you.

"Oh and I suppose you think it's fucking right to slam him into a barricade and dislocate his shoulder from its socket?!" Amanda screamed at Seth, who looked at her.

"Okay?! No, I don't like what happened… but at least he'll know now to never touch what's not his, whether it's you or that championship!" Seth says, a bit of smugness in his voice.

And that was all it took for the tiny diva…

Within seconds, Amanda's fists were slamming against Seth's body and he was screaming and trying to back away but she trapped his left leg so he couldn't and let loose all the repressed rage that had been building since Seth first started giving her hell for hanging around Finn.

"Roman! Help me, help! She's gonna kill me! Cass, you're a big guy, get this crazy bitch off of me!" Seth yelled through the pain inflicted on him, Roman, Cass and Enzo managing to pull Amanda off of Seth and Cass throwing Amanda over his shoulder and taking her away from there.

In the trainer's room, Finn jumped back as Cass walked in and tossed Amanda onto one of the examination tables.

"Try a healthier way of letting out your repressed rage, tiny." Cass says before leaving, Finn walking over and despite only having full use of one arm, helped Amanda sit up… and getting more paint on her, the two having embraced each other tightly after he won.

"You really let loose and gave Seth hell, didn't you?" Finn asks, Amanda nodding as the tears she had been holding onto finally fell and him resting his left hand on her right shoulder. "It's okay, lass… we've all been there, injured during a match and feeling like the rug's been yanked out from us. It's not your fault." He says as the two hugged each other tightly.

Her hazel eyes looked into his ocean toned blue ones after a few minutes… and he moved his left hand from her shoulder to the side of her neck before they leaned in and their lips crashed against each other's, Finn wrapping his arms around her back as Amanda locked her legs around him.

The kissing stopped after a few minutes, both slowly regaining their breath… and Finn laughing a bit when he realised that more paint was on her than there was on him, Amanda laughing too as she looked at herself.

"I guess we should go get cleaned off. The American media will have a field day, seeing us like this." Finn says, helping Amanda off the examination table before the two left, her right hand entwined with his left one.

A part of her didn't really care what the press would've reported about them… but at times, it was insanely hard keeping her private life out of the public eye...

Readjusting her Demon Mistress ring gear, Amanda was waiting patiently in her and Finn's locker room and painted a small black and red cracked heart on her face to complement Demon Mistress painted on her chest.

Applying her wine colored matte lipstick before closing the tube and putting it away, Amanda looked up as Miz walked in.

"Hold the buses, tonight ain't started yet!" Miz says, Amanda laughing slightly at his somewhat cheesy joke… but to him, it was great to hear her laughing again.

"Well later, you'll be saying "Warm up the buses! This one's over!"." Amanda says, her curls in a slightly messy ponytail as she was getting ready for her match against Alexa.

Miz could see it though as the company crept closer to Backlash, even though it was a SmackDown pay per view.

It was set on what would've been Chris and Nancy Benoit's 50th and 53rd birthdays respectively… and it left Amanda thinking if the pay per view was intentionally set on that day or if that was the only booking that the Allstate Arena had.

"Everyone ready for tonight?" Amanda asks, changing the subject.

"Yeah… just be careful." Miz says, lightly patting her on her back before leaving.

Amanda closed her eyes after the door was closed… and when she opened them again, there was a text on her phone.

'You bet your ass we'll be there, kiddo.'

'Thank you, pal.' Amanda replied before putting her phone away. She had started talking to CM Punk again just shortly after Birdie was born and when Shane had pitched the idea of interbrand matches on Backlash, Amanda reached out to Punk and AJ Lee, sending them both tickets for the show.

Amanda brushed the feelings off for now… it was just gonna be a normal match.

And then another chime got her attention and she picked up the phone, seeing a text from Kurt.

'Slight change in the match. It'll be you, Finn and Seth vs Alexa, Karl and Luke. I've already alerted them, just get ready kiddo.'

Amanda started cursing in Gaelic, Finn walking into the locker room and hearing it… and knowing what had just happened. Finn walked over, lightly taking Amanda's hands into his own before the two kissed.

"Don't worry… no one's breaking character tonight, love." Finn says.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that. I remember one time that Bob Holly snapped and attacked Rene Dupree over an unpaid parking ticket… and people have broken character over less than that, I just don't want anyone getting hurt or killed." Amanda says, the locker room opening and Dean walking in.

"If any one of us got killed on live Tv, they'd-" Dean says, Amanda abruptly clearing her throat and Dean taking the cue and shutting up.

Even though they thankfully never showed it on camera, the tragic loss at Over The Edge 1999 still hit a nerve with her as she and her family were in the audience that night on the start of summer break… had he lived, Owen Hart would've been 52 now.

Amanda had been screaming that night even as John had covered her eyes… it was the first time she had seen anyone fall to their death.

And she hoped and prayed that it would be the last time.