The guys are in the ring. Tracey and I are sat talking in the locker room, waiting for them to come back. Destiny is sleeping, curled up on Tracey's lap. "So" I say awkwardly. "You and Seth huh?" She looks at me quickly. "We were going to tell you" she says quietly. I nod. "It's ok" I say finally. "It stung, it stung a fair bit actually. But I don't know why. Seth and I never worked that way." Now it's her turn to nod. "He says it's weird too" she admits. "Kinda like he couldn't get you so he settled for your best friend, just to stay close to you. We haven't, you know, slept together yet. He says he's not ready, and I accept that. You're a hell of a person to try and get over, Torrie Mae." Suddenly I can't see her anymore, my vision is blurry. "Hey" she says softly. "Don't you dare cry! I've got your daughter on my lap so I can't comfort you! It's good, Tor, it really is. He tells me everything he's feeling, he's keeping nothing from me. I'm glad, I'm glad it's you, and that he can tell me what he's feeling about you. I don't think you realise just how hung up on you that guy is. But he's working on it, and I've got to accept that. He knows that Jon and Dessie are your life now. But he's always gonna love you Tor, and I need to accept that too." I shake my head. "You shouldn't have to" I say quietly. She puts her hand on mine. "Torrie" she says. "He's here for you when I'm not, he's your best friend here. I don't want him to get over that, just letting me in to be a part of it will be enough. And if, one day, he feels half as much for me as he does for you, I'm gonna be one hell of a lucky girl. You're the only person I don't mind sharing his heart with, because he's sharing mine with you too. I love you Tor." "I love you too Trace" I sob. We're hugging when the guys walk back in. Seth looks at me straight away, and from the look I give him he knows she's told me everything. I nod and he smiles. Dean clears his throat and I look at him. "Meeting in catering with Hunter" he says. I nod and hold out my hand. He smiles and helps me up. I take Destiny from Tracey, smiling as Roman takes her from me. "She's my little girl in all this business" he says. "I'm the only one at the meeting without one." I smile and kiss him gently before walking out with Dean.
Hunter and Stephanie turn up just after us. He looks at me and nods slightly before clearing his throat and starting to talk. "Uh guys" he says looking around. "We've just had a conference with the rest of the board, and explained the situation to them. We went back and forth with a few ideas, and what it amounts to is this. You win, guys, it's over. Renee is going to be sent back to NXT, commentating down there, effective immediately." Nikki cheers loudly and I smile. "We won Tor" she says running over and hugging me. Yeah. We won. So why do I feel like shit? She senses that something isn't right and looks at me. "I know" she says quietly. "But it's not as if she's unemployed, right? She didn't get future endeavoured. So quit stressing over it, and start enjoying being able to leave Ambrose in the locker room without worrying about who's lurking in the corridors!" I smile and hug her, knowing she's right. The group breaks up and heads back to their own locker rooms. "Better?" Dean asks, putting his arms around me as we walk. I shake my head. "I feel like shit babe" I admit. "I wasn't expecting that. I thought maybe they'd just let Tom do the backstage interviews, not send her away." "It's for the best" Renee says stepping out of the shadows. "From what's been said, nobody trusted me around their men. They had nothing to worry about Torrie, just you. There's only one man I'm interested in." "And he's not the slightest bit interested in you Renee" Dean says. She nods. "Wouldn't keep me away though" she says quietly before walking off.
I don't believe what I heard. Seriously? Jeez, remind me again why I felt guilty. The further away from me she's sent the better. Dean grabs my arm and pulls me with him. It's then I realise that I'd started to follow her, my fist clenched. "Not worth losing your job over" he warns, pinning me to the wall. I take a deep breath and nod, knowing he's right. If I hit her, she's won. I realise the corridor is full of people running around. The show is over, and everyone is eager to get out of here. Not me. "I want to wrestle, Jon" I say looking at him. He frowns. "You will" he says kissing my head. I shake my head and look at him again. "Now" I say. "I need to get rid of this mood before we take Dessie home." He sighs and nods. "I'll go get Layla" he offers. "No" I say. "I want to wrestle you." "Me?" he says, totally surprised. I nod. "Layla won't go as mad as I know you will" I explain. "Toots" he smirks. "I won't go mad on you either. Babe you know I'll let you hit me with whatever you've got without even attempting to fight back." "Oh you'll fight back" I say smirking back at him. "Or face celibacy." "Fuck, I'm fighting, I'm fighting" he groans. "Right choice" I say. "Moxley." He shakes his head. "Ambrose" he counters. "Not Moxley." "Moxley or nothing" I say, folding my arms and leaning against the wall. He goes white, but eventually speaks. "Moxley it is" he says quietly.