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"Oh, fuck me," Paige groaned as she checked the peephole of the hotel room door. She opened it gently, trying to hide the small smile she got when she saw Kevin Owens.

"I heard that," he teased. "I'm glad you're here. Is your roommate around?" he glanced quickly around the room and saw a few plastic ziplock bags of Converse shoes, but no little firecracker diva to go along with them. He gave a small sigh of relief upon seeing she was nowhere to be found.

"Why, do you plan on a quick bout with me?" Paige mocked Kevin, knowing full-well that was not his intention whatsoever. But she enjoyed making him uncomfortable, making him feel awkward just standing alone in a room with her. She knew her female potential quite well, and though she would never disrespect Kev's wife, it was all in fun.

"Wha-what!? No! I'm married, P," he stuttered, suddenly aware of how bad it actually looked that he showed up at her empty room. He hadn't exactly thought this through, and perhaps Paige was only jabbing him, but he couldn't always tell when it came to her...

"Way to rub it in my face, heh?" she quipped, still very much joking. She'd worked with Kevin for a long, long time; in fact, he'd met her parents on multiple occasions during wrestling promotions. No stranger to the company, she got along quite well with Kevin; his humor matching her own and interests streamlined. When she was much younger, she somewhat idolized Kevin; even harboring some sort of crush on the guy. Though he returned the feelings, that's where they had ended. Sometimes, she still wondered how things could've turned out, though she knew she was reckless and immature when she'd known him before.

It was fine, anyway. Kevin now had a gorgeous wife and an adorable son who looked up to John Cena with stars in his eyes.

That still didn't exactly explain what he was doing standing in the doorway.

"C'mon, Paige, that was a long time ago when we...you know we couldn't have..." he was turning bright red, his eyes whipping around the room in every direction as though he was thinking twice about showing up here. God, she so loved the power to make her male counterparts squirm; a quality she'd mastered in her teenage years.

Holding up her index finger, she shushed him, rolling her eyes. "You know I'm just messing around. Seriously though, to what do I owe the pleasure this evening?"

"AJ won't be back anytime soon, will she?" he asked again, the color returning to his face, and his voice steady.

"No, she's chatting up Triple H right now. She's working hard on getting Bay to come from NXT to join forces with her to defeat the Bellas and the pile of trash that has red hair," her final words were laced, the dislike she held for Eva Marie very clear.

"If Bay knew what was good for her, she'd hang around," Kevin mumbled. "She'll get buried right now, in the midst of all the divas shuffle. I never understood why they didn't have more managers and that for the women that aren't quite in contention for the title. At least it'd be more interesting that way," his words ran together, and he was talking in circles. Paige quirked her eyebrow at him, knowing he was avoiding the real reason he was here.

"KO, get to the point," she said flatly, crossing her arms. "I've got three episodes of the Vampire Diaries to catch up on, and you're kind of making it difficult to do."

Letting out a breath, he appeared to be choosing his words. "I think...no, I know, that one of my friends is interested in AJ. And I know that she's maybe unavailable emotionally right now..."

"Hold on. I hope to the highest God you're talking about Finn Balor, because I would never allow her to be led on by some two-faced, slimebag like the one you chum around with backstage. I don't think for a second he has a heart at all, and the last thing my dear friend needs is to get her heart and mind all twisted up again. Especially so soon after the fallout between her and Phil," Paige kept her voice low and steady, a sure-sign that she was pissed. "Not only do I not believe he's got legitimate feelings for her, but while AJ was hanging down with the NXT folks, she got cozy with Finn Balor. Not only is he cute, but he's a decent human being. I don't think that way at all about Seth."

Kevin shook his head, defeated. "I guess. You don't know Seth like I do, though. And I think it could be good for him...she actually lives. Her life isn't all about shopping and nose powder and Gucci or whatever it is women carry around these days."

"Exactly my point. AJ is so far from Seth's regular bed buddy that it doesn't make any sense. So though I give you credit for being a good, noble friend and coming to me to try and set them up, I'm being a good, noble friend as well. And I don't think that's a good idea at all."

"Fine, I'll drop it. But I won't discourage it, because I think she's pretty cool." Kevin began walking down the hallway, still shaking his head.

Closing her door quickly, Paige flopped back on the bed she was just on, Netflix pulled up on her iPad.

That was totally fucking random, she thought to herself, going through the list of her favorite shows. But wait...was it? Her mind flashed back quickly to earlier in the show, listening to the Bellas gossip about seeing AJ and Rollins hanging out. Could it be possible that there was more to it?

No way, she told herself. AJ might be vulnerable, but I totally just witnessed how lovesick she is for Finn right now.

But quickly, Paige's mind fleeted to just mere hours ago, during which Nikki and Brie had mentioned seeing AJ getting along quite well with Seth Rollins. At the time, she'd kind of just blown it off, but now, it seemed like maybe it was a lot more than she'd guessed...yet on the other hand, AJ hadn't mentioned any late nights alongside the WWE champion. If anything, then, it was safe to assume she was only friends with the snake.

Oh, sure, she knew AJ was a grown woman and should make her own choices as far as dating. She supported that idea one hundred percent. Yet she wasn't sure if it was the time away from the hollowness that CM Punk had provided her, or her time brushing up on her in-ring skills in NXT, that provided the former divas champion with an outlook brighter than the sun. It was unmistakable; she was slowly coming out of her shell, becoming the crazy chick that everyone knew and loved before her whole world was turned upside down by a salty son of a bitch.

And, Paige figured, like hell if anyone was going to take away AJ's newfound sense of self. Let alone Seth fucking Rollins.

AJ rubbed her temples, listening to the COO rattling off some ideas to her on the other end of the line. She had been talking to him now for almost half an hour, trying to hammer out the details in regards to her upcoming tag team match. She'd challenged, the Bella twins and, unbeknownst to the WWE Universe, Eva Marie. She was hoping she'd side with Becky Lynch and Bayley, and the fans wanted to see the hugger involved in a WWE show, too. Even Hunter had mentioned that fans had been speculating since her promo that Bayley would be jumping to the main roster to get involved with the new divas revolution.

"Unfortunately, April, I just don't think Bayley is ready for the change," Hunter's tone was apologetic, but AJ couldn't help but to be annoyed. Bayley was far beyond ready to join her friends; in AJ's opinion, Hunter just saw her as dollar signs for the NXT promotions.

"I don't know what we're going to do, then...you know, with Sasha Banks being a heel, Charlotte being a heel...I don't know what to work with," she bit her lip, trying to rack her brain for an idea. Any idea.

"Well, it looks like Bayley won't be able to go anyways. The show is going to be in Georgia, and she'll be nearly three hundred miles away for a separate promotion. I can check to see what the roster rotation looks like...I don't think I've got Alexa Bliss scheduled that week..." Hunter sounded light years away, and AJ imagined him shuffling through the paperwork on his desk as he tried to find his NXT schedules.

"Sometimes, I really wish the writers would confirm with me who they can have before they cause such a commotion," Hunter murmured on the other end, and for a split second, AJ truly felt sympathetic towards the boss. "Don't get me wrong. I love the idea, but now I'm in a bind, too," he was still rustling around, and AJ was beginning to get antsy. She was supposed to fill Paige in on the entire situation with Finn Balor, and she figured she might as well tell her friend how quickly she became friends with Seth Rollins. She heard Hunter tell her to hang on a second as he flipped to the other line, a call waiting that was most definitely more important than with her.

Walking up and down the hallway as she listened to the dead silence, she saw that strange Kevin Owens character just down the hall. Wasn't that oddly close to the room she was staying in? She peeked again, seeing him leave...yes, it was-her hotel room. Which meant Paige had him in there. Which meant...what, exactly?

He hustled past her, offering a brief smile as he nearly toppled her over with his swift movement. She pretended she hadn't noticed him coming from the other end of the hallway, but noted that not only was he clearly in a hurry to get the hell out of whatever situation he was just in, but he was also very out of breath.

Why was he being weird again? She couldn't help but honestly believe there was some kind of secret thing going on between Seth's friend and Paige. It wasn't really that far out of the realm of possibility, given the proximity of the superstars and divas at any given moment. Given the sort of closeness the WWE had with one another, things like that were bound to happen. People fell in love and out of love all the time because of this business. Sometimes, it worked out great. Other times, someone would get burned to the point of no return. In fact, she'd heard plenty of rumors of former champion Melina leave the company because her sexual endeavors had been leaked; linking her to superstars that had been married at the time. Sad as it was that love never seemed to last, it was something that wasn't a surprise to anyone anymore.

"Sorry about that," she heard Hunter's gruff, now frustrated-sounding voice back on the other line, still obviously going through paperwork. "That was Jolene from WWE creative...making things much harder than they should be," he was grumbling. AJ couldn't help but feel a teensy bit of sympathy for this man, trying hard to tie his baby, NXT, into the great things the WWE brand had been trying to do. Still, all she had wanted to do was to get in the ring with her partner and work on a few things. Maybe get all three members of their team to do some spot work and get their chemistry going.

But she couldn't do that if she had no idea who her partner was going to be, now could she?

Hunter coughed on the other end, engaging her attention fully once again. This conversation should've been well over by now, with the promise of Bayley debuting on the main roster. But the annoyance he had let seep into their conversation was clear.

"So, here's what I've got. Alexa Bliss is clear for the day, but she is currently playing a heel role. So it doesn't make a whole lot of sense to bring her in. Again, Bayley is an absolute no-go...I guess she's got appearances all day. But I do have Carmella, who isn't quite ready but has a whole lot of fan base..." Hunter trailed off. "I was told by Jason Albert that you had gotten along quite well with Carmella. So, if you don't mind, I can have her there the day before your match. Do some work with her. Get hold of Becky, and I think we'll throw this together last minute just fine. Just like we always do."

A wave of relief washed over AJ. Okay, so Bay would've been ideal; the whole world wanted to see the cutesy woman hug her way through the Bella twins. But Carmella had been great to hang out with, too...

"How does that sound, April?" she could tell Hunter was exasperated, and she figured she'd make do with the talent she had. The Princess of Staten Island herself would be aligned with AJ and Becky Lynch.

"Perfect," AJ was smiling into her phone like an idiot, even though of course the boss couldn't see her. But she was sincere. It cold be much worse, and the NXT uppers could give her someone that nobody knew well enough to make an impact.

"Good to hear. I'll make the arrangements, you get hold of Becky, and we'll get the ball rolling for Monday Night Raw." They said their departures, and AJ hung up the phone.

Now that that was sorted out, she had to investigate the situation between her friend and the brutal former NXT champion.

Finally.

That's all Zahra could think when her darling friend Carmella called her back, a call she'd been anxiously waiting for since Seth ran out of her house while she was standing in front of him wearing absolutely nothing.

She was sharp in the conversation at first, letting the blonde woman know she didn't appreciate it when she ignored her. She'd played the "I thought we were going to stay in touch" card, guilt-tripping the naive Massachusetts native with every word. She toned it down quite quickly when the NXT manager revealed that she was being brought to Monday Night Raw for one night only, the very same Monday Night Raw that none other than Seth Rollins himself was to be headlining.

This meant Carmella could break into Seth's head, maybe even gain information on whether or not he was seeing someone else. And, if he was, she could let Zahra know. She was sick of being the brooding, angry ex, and all she wanted was to make Seth feel as badly as she did. And wreak havoc on any "relationship" he thought he was going to be having.

He hadn't called her, nor texted her. He'd sent her a funny video on Twitter, but hadn't liked a single one of her sexy new pictures on her Instagram. She had been friendzoned.

Fuck that.

"So who are you going to be working with?" she had asked Carmella as sweetly as she could muster, hoping that she'd be aligning herself with one of the Total Divas castmates. They were always in the know about everything, oftentimes revealing huge secrets on the show simply for ratings.

"Well, I'm teaming with Becky Lynch and AJ Lee. They're in a feud with the Bella Twins, and Eva Marie is making her main roster debut." Carmella's accent was harsh, and she had a hard time making out who her teammates were. Didn't matter; Nikki, Brie, and Eva were all gossip queens and would know it all.

Now, Zahra was over the moon. Bingo.

"I'm soooo happy for you," she crooned, sucking up to the other woman. "I am so jealous that you'll be alongside some of the greatest divas in history."

"I'm happy, too. Even though I know it was only because Bayley wasn't able to join forces, if I rock the place, maybe I'll be there again faster than I expect to be."

Ugh. Keep dreaming, Trashy Barbie.

"I believe in you, Mella," she was laying it on thick now, getting ready for the final punch.

"Thanks, sweetie. Hey, I've got to get going. I'm getting a call from some random number again...probably one of the writers," she sounded far away.

"No problem," Zahra said quickly, scrambling so she didn't miss the opportunity to ask her to keep an eye on Seth. "Before you go, I have a huge favor to ask," she knew she sounded sickly sweet, but it was crucial. Maybe she was being childish and petty, but Rollins was her ticket to everything she'd ever wanted. If she was going down burning, she'd drag him down, too.

"Yeah, of course," she seemed a little annoyed by Zahra's quick request.

"Can you say hello to Seth for me? He's been seeing someone new. Not sure who or anything, but I just really miss him and he won't text me back because of whoever."

"Aww, girl. I got you. Of course. I'll let you know if I hear or see anything of interest," she promised, and Zahra smirked.

"Thanks. Now knock 'em all out, girl," she replied, sounding flat when she meant to be enthusiastic. Maybe that's why NXT had cut her...she couldn't feign interest to save her life. She said goodbye quickly, now giddy as hell. She was going to destroy what was left of Seth Rollins, once and for all.

This called for a glass of wine.

With that, she stood up from her bed, which if she moved just right, still smelled faintly of Seth's cologne. She was going to break out the good stuff tonight. She was in a f-a-b-u-l-o-u-s mood. Chuckling to herself at the pun she'd just made, Zahra got out one of the most expensive bottles that she'd been saving for the night Seth asked her to be officially his girl. Since that wasn't going to happen, this occasion would have to do.

The rest of the night, she figured, was all time to deviate a perfect plan.

AJ got to the arena before anyone else, hoping to jump into the ring and get a feel for it. The NXT rings had slightly more give, the ropes having more elasticity than the WWE's. Since she hadn't been in the ring in awhile, the last thing she wanted to do was to mess up. And even though she wasn't exactly thrilled that this storyline would eventually result in her losing to Eva Marie, she certainly hoped it would capture the attention outside of the Charlotte and Paige feud in respect to the divas division.

Not to mention, if Eva worked as hard as she had when they'd been grouped together at the performance center, AJ didn't really have that big of an issue helping to get the redhead over with the WWE Universe. From what she saw, Eva Marie wanted the spotlight, and she was going to do whatever it took to get there. That was the same passion many women nowadays were lacking, even some of the veterans included.

She wandered backstage, suddenly aware of ever creak, rush of air, and sniffle; the emptiness of the backstage area sort of sad. In just a few hours, this place would be packed, and she'd be bumping into people around every corner.

Which meant she would likely bump into Seth.

Her goal was to avoid him, but it was pretty unlikely that she could pretend he didn't exist. Unfortunately for her, his photo was plastered everywhere-his cocky smirk, his black gloves, his chiseled chest, dark eyes... she had been staring at his poster for the show tonight much longer than she'd realized.

"See something you like?" she jumped maybe ten feet in the air, unaware that she'd been snuck up on. Kevin Owens stood behind her, still wearing street clothes with a small smile on his face. He was watching her, and knew exactly what she was thinking...

"I just thought they'd misspelled the city," she responded lamely, knowing full-well she'd been caught.

"I see. Good thing there's Spell Check," he grinned. "Why are you wandering around backstage so early before the show?" he asked, a small worried look crossing his face. "Things okay between you and P?"

Paige, she reminded herself of the little pet name Owens used for her friend. Last week, she'd seen him coming from her hotel room. She'd badgered the anti-diva to the point of frustration, Paige not letting up on the idea that there was "absolutely nothing" going on between the two. She told AJ he'd simply been there to offer her some in-ring advice, and she got an attitude quickly because he'd forgotten that she'd been in the ring just about as long as he had. Of course, eventually she opened up a little. AJ had mustered up the courage to talk about her first boyfriend since she'd broken into the industry, Jay Lethal. They had ended just as quickly as they'd started, neither of them prepared for a relationship to the extent that was so necessary. That got Paige going on some of her own early escapades, admitting that while nothing ever developed between herself and Kevin Owens, she definitely had a crush on him back in the day.

"Of course. She's busy with an autograph signing. I'm just...kind of hoping to jump in the ring for a little bit."

"Nerves?"

"Kind of," AJ admitted. "NXT is a whole lot different than here. And now, I'm not the top dog anymore. Now, I'm just a mid-card diva. No different than...Naomi," she said the woman's name with distaste, never getting along well with her. She reminded AJ often how she beat her when it came to their year of NXT, and AJ often kept her mouth shut. When it came to popularity or in-ring skills, Naomi simply could not compare to the Black Widow. She hadn't even been allowed to look at the championship belt yet.

Kevin laughed once. "Be serious. You might not be in the title picture, but everyone's happy to see you back. And I'm sure," he cocked his head towards Seth's poster, "Seth here will be happy to see you, too."

Oh yeah, she was busted alright.

AJ thought for a minute. She knew better than to reveal her true thoughts and feelings to Kevin. She hardly even knew him. Not to mention, it was common knowledge that he was one of Seth's two go-to guys, the other being Antonio. She decided quickly to play it off like nothing.

"I doubt it," she said quickly, her confidence forced. "He's been busy with his ex-girlfriend."

"No, he hasn't," Kevin stated matter-of-factly. "Leighla hasn't spoken to him since pictures of him surfaced hanging out with Zahra, and he hasn't spoken to Zahra since he'd been hanging out with you."

"I...he was busy looking at Instagram photos of her while we were hanging out," she said quickly. At least that was true.

"Come on, AJ. He has been a crabby dickhead ever since you stopped replying to him. Even worse when he heard you were on a date with Finn Balor. I know Rollins isn't the best at showing his feelings, but I think he cares about you. Both of you just need to admit you have feelings for each other and get on with it. You never know what could happen."

AJ bit her lip. "Okay, Kevin. First off, I could never be with Seth. He reminds me of everything I left behind, and I just...I can't go through that again. You know why. Everyone knows why. One minute, I'm busy hanging out with the love of my life, the next minute, I discover he's been seeing his ex behind my back. And I can almost guarantee that Seth is the same type."

Kevin was growing red in the face, and she knew she'd struck a nerve. "Seth is a million times a better person that CM Punk," he replied. "Punk has been nothing but a selfish, chauvinistic asshole. You forget, I've stepped in the squared circle with him a few times. He thinks he's the best in the world? I disagree. At least Seth has the moveset to back up his better-than-thou attitude."

"So Phil's not the best in the world. Tell me something I didn't already know," she rolled her eyes, her own frustration building.

"Look, AJ. I'm trying to help out my friend, and you both have had some messy relationships. So I can understand why you're afraid to go for it. He is, too. He's convinced he's not good enough, and I have to be the supportive one that reminds him that he is."

Bravely, she shrugged in response. She was afraid she was going to start crying. "Well, right now, I'm seeing where things go with Finn. I like him. He's a nice guy."

"Sure, if you like plain bread."

"I like bread, so long as we make it into toast," chimed in another voice. AJ whirled around. Now who?

And, of course, her dark eyes were met with a warm, heart wrenching stare.

"AJ," he said coolly, not letting his eyes leave hers. "You're here early. But I'm glad to see you," Seth stepped towards her cautiously, much like one would approach a dog that they didn't know yet. He opened his arms to give her a hug, and she stepped back, unsure of what she should think.

He needed to shave. Or, maybe he didn't. She wasn't sure...he was just as breathtaking as the last time she'd seen him.

He stepped towards her again, this time, she didn't back away. She allowed him to envelope her small body into his arms, letting the warmth calm her.

"I missed you, Seth," she murmured so quietly, that she wasn't sure if he'd hear. She hoped that he didn't. In a weird way, she felt she was being unfair to Finn.

But as she allowed Seth to stand there, burying her face into his black t-shirt, Finn Balor might have been the furthest thing from her mind.