Without even trying, I felt like the entire world was finally coming around and paying me back for all the stuff it had put me through over the weeks.

"Congrats, Chey," Randy exclaimed as he through his arms around me.

I smiled into his shoulder as I held tightly onto the butterfly-dazzled title. Despite the fact that I absolutely hated the way it looked, this championship meant more to me than I ever thought that it would.

"I can't believe this is happening," I said through my tears. We hugged for a while before many more divas devoured me in embraces.

So, this is what it feels like to get the recognition you deserve.

"I'm so proud of you, girl!"

I smiled at Ariane. "Is this really happening right now?"

"You better believe it! This all real life," Trinity said with a beaming smile.

"You guys," I cooed as I went in for another long hug. Trinity and Ariane, despite their differences, were always the ones who'd had my back throughout this crazy journey. "I'm so happy right now."

"So are we!"

"Hey!"

Our hugging ceased once the loud, angry voice entered the hallway. I turned around and saw through my joyful tears, a very upset Bella Twin.

"Nikki," I whispered. "It was a great match out there."

She nodded and walked towards me. "But, you know what I don't understand?" I shook my head. "How you were suddenly added to the match, last minute, and then you somehow pull off a win?"

I bit my tongue, knowing that with any words I say, I'd be walking on thin ice. "Look, Nikki-"

"Don't." She held her hand up. "I don't want an apology."

I shook my head. "Who said I was going to apologize? I won that title, fair and square."

Nikki rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, sticking her hip out to the side. "If you really think that that was fair, then you obviously need to get yourself checked out. Because I've been in this company much longer than you have, and I'm two title reigns short of you."

I shrugged. "I know how to get what I want."

"Sure," she laughed. "I usually try and stay out of drama for the sake of everybody's safety, but you've messed with the wrong Bella Twin."

She left after that, but I wasn't intimidated. After all, she was probably on her way to vent to John Cena, the loving boyfriend of hers who would do 'anything' for her.

"If Nikki gets John Cena involved...I'll probably end up dropping the title to her tomorrow night on RAW."

I pushed the thought of losing my title aside as I continued to be congratulated by the other girls. We all sat around and talked for awhile before I decided that I was beginning to smell like an entire football locker room, and I politely removed myself from the conversations.

As I walked throughout the crowded hallways, I got the sudden urge to see Jon. His match had been done nearly two hours ago, and he was probably just sitting around in his towel, smoking in the no-smoking locker room of his. I took a deep breath before walking over to his room where I tapped on the door, and he opened with a grin.

"If it isn't the Divas Champion."

I smiled, but the way he said Divas Champion made my stomach turn. It really didn't sound like it was something to be proud of, or at least as proud as I was.

"You didn't do so bad yourself," I added.

"Well, thanks. I'd love to stay and chat, but I have some...stuff to take care of."

I tilted my head. "Stuff? What stuff?"

He shrugged. "Just some...stuff."

"Jon," I warned, "you can tell me anything, remember? I thought we worked everything out already?"

"We did," he confirmed.

I shook my head in confusion. "Then, why don't we just go hang out? Some of the girls and guys are having a post-WrestleMania celebration, and I thought that maybe we could go?"

He sighed. "Why aren't you asking Randy?"

"Because he's in a match right now."

"Shouldn't you be watching him, then?"

I raised my eyebrows. "Is there something you're not telling me, right now?"

"What are you going on about now, Princess?"

My jaw clenched and anger was filling my entire body. "I told you not to call me that," I said without separating my teeth. "Quit being so hard and tell me what has you so distant."

"I'm not distant," he informed. "You're not the only one around here who deserves a shot at happiness."

And, with that, he grabbed the suitcase that he had next to the door and walked away. I stood there for a while, trying really hard to grasp what he'd said, but nothing made sense.

"I'm not sure what's going on with him right now. I mean, I thought that everything between us was cool again. And, if there's something that I don't know about that made him change his mind about all of this, then I feel like he should tell me." I shook my head and looked around the room before returning to the camera. "I just don't want to lose him again."

I ended up returning to my own locker room where I sat down on a bench and looked down at the title in my hands. This was the first time I'd been alone all night, and even with the fact that I wanted to know what was going on with Jon, I really needed that alone time.

Staring down at the title, I took in a deep breath. Sure, I hated the way it looked and I would probably end up trying to get it changed for me, but something about holding it in between my hands felt right. For the first time in almost a year, I was the rightful WWE Divas Champion. It wasn't my first time, and I was pleased with the idea that it wasn't my last, either.

This time...it felt different. Considering everything that I'd been through since the last time I held the title, I was genuinely grateful to have it back in my possession. Nothing else entered my mind, not Jon, not Randy, not Jake or Nikki. The championship was the only thing on my mind.

And, that's when it occurred to me. After all the years in the indies and the pain and torment that I'd taken in the WWE alone, it was all worth it. All the sacrifices that I made joining this stupid show, it was all worth it.

It was finally sinking in when a knock on my door caused me to be shaken back to reality.

Ugh. That word reality.

I got up and twisted the door knob, pried the door open and revealed the man behind the metal door.

"Jake," I said flatly. "Not exactly who I was expecting."

"You watching this match?" He asked, referring to the WWE World Heavyweight Championship match that was still underway.

I sighed and tried to remain polite. "No, no I'm not." I gestured towards the title belt that was still laying on the bench behind me. "I've been a little busy."

"Well, your boyfriend's killing it." He emphasized the words boyfriend and killing. It was mysterious and made my stomach churn.

"I bet he is. Is that all you came here for?"

He shook his head. "I wanted to congratulate you on your big win. I never realized how good of a wrestler you were until I saw you tonight."

I chuckled. "You mean to tell me that all the time we spent together, you never once lifted a finger and turned the channel to watch me wrestle?" He smiled and shook his head in confirmation. "Of course you didn't. Why don't you run off and finish watching the match?"

"Don't be like that," he demanded, stepping into my locker room and causing me to back up.

"Get out," I said quietly.

"I just want to talk."

"I said, get out!" I pushed him back and he fell back onto the floor.

He shook his head as he got to his feet. "You always knew how to knock a guy off his feet."

"You're such an asshole," I spat. "Get out of here, now."

"Whatever you say, beautiful." He ran a finger down my cheek, stopping at my chin and giving it a little brush with his thumb. When he was done, he smirked at me before leaving, slamming the door behind him.

That's when I forgot about the title. All I wanted to do was be held.

But, not by Randy.

By Jon.

To be continued...

There's chapter 15! You might be confused as to why I ended the story here, but I'll go ahead and let you know.

I haven't been writing this story for very long, but I didn't want to bore you all with a new chapter every once and awhile. I figured that it might be easier to just continue the story with a bunch of sequels and spin-offs to keep the story fresh. I've never been a huge fan of long WWE-related fics because they tend to get boring really quickly. So, I'm ending the first part here, and I'm going to start the next one VERY, VERY SOON. Fresh starts always make for better stories anyways.

I hope that you all had a wonderful Easter (if you celebrate it)! I'm going to be posting my new story, Can You Hear Me Calling, later today, so be sure to check that out!

Thanks for understanding! See you in the sequel. :)