Just a few hours later Ravyn meets up with JJ at the top of the ramp. The girls look down the huge entrance way and out at the empty stadium. They stare in awe at the sheer size of the venue. Neither one can truly convey their feelings. Instead of trying to make words happen Ravyn reaches over and pinches her friends bicep.
"Ouch!" JJ squeals and looks at the dark haired champion. "What was that for!?"
Ravyn giggles, "Had to pinch you. Make sure it was real."
"You're supposed to ask me to pinch you, jerk!" JJ laughs.
"Same same," Ravyn shrugs mischievously. "Let's go work out some of these butterflies eh?"
The redhead nods, "That's a really good idea."
The girls make their way down the eighty yard long ramp to the twenty foot square wrestling ring at the center of the massive arena. They take their time stretching and rolling around in the ring. Once they've finally started to relax a bit they head backstage so the crew can finish preparations for the extra long pre show. Ravyn heads back to AJ's locker room to clean up and get ready for the big event. She steps through the doorway and lets out a huge sigh. The nerves have returned. AJ notices and chuckles from the corner of the room where he's fishing through his gear bag.
"It doesn't get any easier until you're out there," he assures her.
She smiles nervously, "I'm just ready to get going."
He crosses the room and hugs her tight, kissing her forehead. She peaks past his muscular arms and sees their title belts draped over the back of the small couch.
"Kinda bummed they won't be ours after tonight," she half smiles.
He turns to see what she's looking at. When his eyes fall on the shining championships the phrase makes more sense. He nuzzles her hair with his nose and smiles, "Well, card subject to change you know."
They pull apart briefly to stare at the gleaming gold plates on the sharp white leather straps. He takes his phone from his back pocket and snaps a picture of the belts together on the couch. She watches as he opens up Twitter and posts the photo with the caption 'We enter as champions. We leave as champions!' She can't even stop herself from retweeting it immediately.
"You do know we're going to get in trouble for that, right?" She says with a smirk.
He laughs and kisses her, "I don't even care."
The rest of the afternoon goes by in a blur. Before they know it the first match of the main card is beginning. AJ, Dolph, JJ and Corbin wait in gorilla for the men's Intercontinental title match. Corbin enters first followed by Dolph and JJ. Ravyn kisses AJ and wishes him good luck as he steps through the curtain to the huge stadium. She steps back to watch the monitor just outside of gorilla. AJ plays to the crowd as he makes his way down the long ramp. The three men attack each other the moment the bell rings. Ravyn watches nervously as Dolph and AJ both take entirely too many risky maneuvers.
She's startled by Tyler's arm appearing around her shoulders as she watches the match in a trance. He gives her a reassuring squeeze and watches alongside her. At one point in the match it looks like Corbin mouths off to AJ. Tyler can't help but giggle as they watch Dolph and AJ beat the hell out of him with a handful of stiff shots. JJ stays out of the way as best she can with the three men seemingly everywhere all at once.
Corbin tosses Dolph to the outside, AJ hits the show off with a phenomenal forearm on the outside. JJ rushes to Dolph's side while he sells the move on the floor. Like a flash of lightning AJ is back in the ring contending with Corbin. He pounces on the much larger tattooed man like a lion trying to take down a full sized wildebeest. Corbin staggers and drops to his knees as AJ continues to hammer him relentlessly. The big man gets back to his feet and receives a Pele kick from AJ, laying him out on the mat.
AJ looks out to the floor to make sure that Dolph is still down. He steps between the ropes and turns to face the center of the ring. Corbin doesn't even stir. AJ leaps to the top rope and springs into the air. Ravyn grabs for Tyler's hand as she watches AJ hit a picture perfect springboard 450 splash on Corbin. The ref slides into place and starts to count.
-One-
Time seems to stand still as Ravyn sees Dolph stir on the outside.
-Two-
JJ helps Dolph to his feet and tries desperately to get him fired up. He slides into the ring.
-Three-
A moment too late. The bell rings as Dolph's arms slam into AJ in a failed attempt to break up the pin. AJ's music hits solidifying his victory. Dolph sinks down to his knees dejectedly. He gives AJ a respectful nod and rolls out of the ring.
Ravyn turns and hugs Tyler excitedly, "He didn't even tell me he was winning!"
Tyler smirks, "I don't think I've ever seen you so excited."
"It's not every day that your boyfriend gets to keep his Intercontinental title at Wrestle-freakin-mania!" She beams.
They wait eagerly as Dolph and JJ come back through the curtain. Tyler and Ravyn check on Dolph to make sure he isn't hurt. He assures them that he's fine before heading off to get cleaned up. Tyler steps back as AJ makes his way through gorilla. Ravyn flings her arms around his neck kissing him excitedly. He wraps an arm around her waist pulling her close to him, the other holds the belt on his shoulder. Their happy moment is cut short by a cranky voice coming from the edge of the hallway.
"You two!" Mark Carrano's sharp tone pierces the relative silence. "A word?" He doesn't really ask, more like demands as he starts down the hall expecting them to follow.
They exchange a look and quickly trail behind the head of talent relations to his temporary office. The two of them sink into the pair of chairs across from the desk, feeling like they'd been called into the principal's office. Carrano stalks around the room clearly upset about something. He turns to face them from behind the desk, his hands gripping the headrest of the office chair.
"A little heads up would have been nice," Carrano grumbles. As AJ tries to apologize about the tweet from earlier he cuts him off. "Not just for the tweet today. About the Hall of Fame red carpet. About Austrailia. It's great that you two are in a relationship, but maybe letting your bosses know beforehand would have been a good idea. Because now we've got social media going absolutely apeshit over you two officially being together."
"I'm sorry Mark," AJ says in his sweetest southern accent. "That was all my idea. I got caught up in the moment."
"Are you trying to make this an on screen thing too?" Carrano asks sternly.
Ravyn jumps in, "I don't think we were planning on it. Both of our careers are doing just fine right now. I don't see any reason to change anything like that."
"Good answer," Carrano looks unamused.
"Trinity and Jon are married and they don't work together on TV," AJ reasons. "Sure fans know they're married, but it doesn't have to be shoved down their throats on TV?"
"Fine," Carrano gives in. "I'll tell Vince you cleared it with me. Ravyn you've got ninety minutes before we need you to be ready for your match."
The two champions leave the room trying not to let Carrano see them giggling. They head back to AJ's locker room after grabbing some bottles of water from catering. The moment the door clicks shut behind her Ravyn throws the lock. AJ smirks as he turns back to look at her. She pushes him backwards towards the couch where her title belt rests. Her fingers tease his sweaty bare chest. He rips her shirt off over her head and tosses it aside. She grabs his title belt from him and drapes it over the couch next to hers.
Her fingers find the waistband of his tights and tug them down around his thighs. He rips her underwear off from under her skirt and gives her a playful grin. She shoves him down onto the couch before dropping to her eyes in front of him. His fingers tangle in her thick hair as she makes him moan her name. He lets her go a bit longer before pulling her up to him. She gently sinks down onto his lap, gasping with pleasure. His hands caress her naked back as they move together as one. When she starts to get loud he crashes his lips into hers, muffling her cries. He nibbles on her lower lip gently as she runs her fingers through his chestnut hair. Together they're a messy fervor of groping limbs and passionate whimpers. His crystal eyes lock with her grey blues as they come to a climax together.
She kisses him softly, "I couldn't miss the opportunity for one more time as dual champions."
"As if we've ever needed an excuse," he nuzzles her neck. "Come on. You've got a ladder match to get dressed for."
"I do have some sweet new gear to show off," she grins, not yet ready to pry herself away from her boyfriend.