Ravyn watches JJ's match backstage alongside Dolph. The two of them jump at every blow between the two women. Eight excruciating minutes later they're hugging JJ as she comes through the curtain the winner of the match. The girls can't stop smiling as the next match begins. Tyler and Dango join them in preparation for Ravyn's shot at the women's title. Their celebration ends quickly when they hear the bell ring signaling the end of the second bout. The participants of the second match make their way back through the curtain looking pleased with their exhibition. The crowd goes quiet as the Titantron shows a video package for the Smackdown Women's title match. Naomi joins them in gorilla as the video wraps up. Seconds later Breezango's music plays over the arena sound system. Ravyn struts out to the top of the ramp and pauses, letting the moment sink in. Tyler comes around her left side with his selfie stick and smiles into the camera with her. Dango shows off with one of his super high karate kicks before leading them down the ramp. The crowd boos them, but they're not completely committed to hating the trio like they had been in the past.
Ravyn slides into the ring and poses with the boys, taking a long look out at the crowd. Their posses are less provocative that usual but just as sassy. The lights dim as Naomi makes her way to the ring. The match starts off swiftly when Ravyn jumps Naomi before the bell. The two women brawl back and forth all over the ring. Ravyn shoots Naomi to the ropes where Dango trips her. The referee runs to the ropes to give Dango a warning about interfering.
Ravyn uses the distraction as an opportunity to take a couple of closed fist cheap shots at the champion. When he turns around all he sees is Ravyn setting up and executing a fishermans suplex. She bridges up to get more leverage for the pin attempt, but only gets a two count. Naomi starts to fight back knocking Ravyn to her knees, much to the delight of the crowd. As Naomi runs to the ropes Tyler trips her, again. The official has had enough and kicks both Tyler and Dango out of the ringside area. While his back is turned kicking the boys out Ravyn reaches into her fluffy leg tassels and pulls out a foreign object. Just a simple set of brass knuckles she had tucked into her boot. She hits Naomi in the temple with it and tosses it outside of the ring before the referee can turn around. She dives onto Naomi for the pin.
The world seems to stop spinning as the ref counts to three seemingly in slow motion. The bell rings and she has to take a moment to pinch herself, making sure that this is all real. Her face displays a cunning look of satisfaction. When Breezango's music hits again she stands up confidently, the crowd enraged by the underhanded cheating. She yanks the blue and white title belt from the referee and holds it high above her head. The crowd is not happy about the outcome of the match, their boos confirm that. She stays in the ring just a few moments longer before retreating up the ramp with her prize.
Tyler is waiting for her the moment she steps through the curtain into gorilla. He picks her up and spins her around in a big bear hug. Dango wraps her arms around her as Tyler sets her down.
"Congratulations," Tyler beams proudly.
"Thank you," she says humbly. "I couldn't have done it without you guys."
They step into the backstage area to find JJ and Dolph waiting anxiously. "Friend! You did it!" JJ exclaims.
"My first WWE title," Ravyn can barely believe it herself. She stares down at the white leather and traces a finger over it lovingly.
When she looks up her eyes land on AJ smiling from the corner of the hall. Dressed in his ring gear even though his match is more than an hour away his smile sends a herd of butterflies through her stomach. He strides up to her and cups her chin, giving her a deep kiss in front of everyone. Her cheeks flush with color.
"I'm so proud of you," he tells her with a smile that melts her heart. He looks around the small space and smirks before whispering so only she can hear. "I think we should celebrate before my match," his southern accent even hotter when it's dripping with husky desire.
Her feet make up her mind for her as before she knows it she's following him to his private dressing room. The door barely has a chance to click behind them before their hands are all over each other. She reaches back to flip the lock on the door, smiles at him and puts her hands on his chest, gently pushing him backwards to the small couch in the back of the room. A cocky grin from AJ leads to a flurry of deepening kisses. She pushes him down onto the cushions and straddles his lap. Her hands reach around her back to unsnap the title belt, but AJ stops her.
"Let's keep that right there," he whispers breathily. He motions with his head to his own championship belt draped across the couch next to them. "We're both champions right now... And I think that's super sexy on you."
She just smirks and adjusts herself on his lap. They do their best to keep as quiet as they can in the crowded backstage area. Any time she starts to get too loud her muffles her excitement with his mouth. Their fingers greedily explore each other's bodies between caresses of the soft white leather and cool gold.
A loud bang on the door followed by a call of "AJ thirty minutes!" Sends them over the edge. Panting and sweaty the two of them scramble to adjust their gear and look presentable again. She brushes some of her smudged makeup from his cheek with a satisfied grin. He kisses her forehead and smiles a genuinely happy smile before grabbing his own title and snapping it on around his waist. She sneaks out of the locker room before him, not to arouse any suspicion of their antics. She rounds a corner backstage and catches the eye of one of the photographers.
"Ravyn!" The young man calls excitedly. "Can we take some new promo shots with the belt?"
"Please!" She nods excitedly.
He guides her in front of his backdrop and starts snapping away. He suggests a few typical championship poses before letting her do her own thing. As she tries to come up with something new AJ appears behind the photographer.
"Mind if I jump in there too?" He doesn't really ask as he steps in front of the camera with Ravyn. "You know, get a couple just for us."
"Of course," the kid stammers.
AJ hoists his belt over his shoulder and steps just behind Ravyn. Her belt slung over the opposite shoulder, he puts his free hand on her waist. They exchange a look and turn to the camera with sultry stares. He leans over her shoulder, his face just millimeters from hers, and kisses her lightly on the cheek. The photographer snaps away madly while they pose in a few different ways with the belts.
"AJ you're up next," Road Dogg calls from around the corner.
"Coming," AJ responds. He kisses Ravyn once more then smirks at the photographer, "Couldn't miss the chance to get some nice shots while we both have the belts. Can you email those to me?"
"Yes sir," he confirms excitedly.
AJ gives Ravyn's hand a quick squeeze before heading to gorilla. She makes her way to one of the backstage monitors to watch his match with John Cena. The crowd goes wild for both men's entrances. She watches intently, never taking her eyes off of the monitor. She can't help but be a bit sad when AJ loses to Cena. The short time when they were both champions makes her smile while she waits for him to come back through the curtain.
"I bet you think that little stunt last night was real funny," Corey's voice freezes her in place. She slowly turns to face him, his arms crossed angrily in front of his muscular chest. He glares daggers at her, enjoying watching her squirm, "This isn't over." He pauses as he hears staff congratulating AJ in gorilla just a few feet away. "What's done in the dark will be brought to the light." He takes a step away before AJ comes through the doorway. The cocky look on Corey's face disappears when AJ wraps his arm around Ravyn protectively.
"Do we have a problem here?" AJ doesn't really ask.
"Of course not," Corey plasters a slimy smile on his face as he back pedals from AJ towards the ring to commentate the next match.
"You okay?" AJ turns to face Ravyn, his face filled with concern. She nods her head. "I'm really getting sick of that jerk."
"You have no idea," Ravyn sighs. "Can we head to Corpus Christi tonight instead of staying here again?"
Sensing her unease AJ nods, "Sure, let's go grab the car and get out of here. We can probably beat the traffic if we leave now."
They both shower and change quickly, managing to get out of the arena just as Tye Dillenger enters the Rumble match at number ten. Luckily the highways are clear, allowing them to enjoy their first time really traveling together.