"I'm sorry if you've been thinking that I've been avoiding you, because I have been - oh wait that just sounds stupid." Lydia growls in frustration, pacing her hotel room. She has now gone on a two day streak of not seeing Dean Ambrose. Now she had to see him tonight at RAW and had to explain why she'd been ignoring all of his texts and missing all of his calls.

"I've picked up a flesh eating disease! I'm not barricaded because I have finally made my grand escape!-" Lydia makes another noise of frustration, plopping down on her bed, "I'm doomed."

Lydia picks up her phone, texting AJ, can you rip out my kidney so I don't have to go?

AJ replies quickly, which one do you favor more?

Lydia laughs dryly, then looks at the clock to see it's 6:22.

Show time.

She walks into the arena and sees AJ and Kaitlyn bickering. Lydia rolls her eyes as she approaches the two, "What's wrong now?"

"She's leaving!" AJ protests, "She can't do that!"

"Uh, yeah, I can, that's why I am." Kaitlyn quickly quips, "Lydia, tell her she's acting like a clingy ex boyfriend."

"I am not!" AJ protests once more.

Lydia sighs, "AJ, she can leave if she wants to. Even though she shouldn't. She really really shouldn't." Lydia implys, nudging Kaitlyn, "Why are you ditching out on us? Jealous you're not in on the title heat?"

Kaitlyn gives Lydia an eye roll accompanied by a smile, "Sadly, no. You see, I'm getting married, so I have to take some time off. I just might not come back, could get pregnant for all we know."

"You're allowed to reproduce?" Lydia says in mock outrage.

"They don't even let me! Not fair!" AJ protests.

Kaitlyn laughs again, looking down at her feet with a sad smile, "I'll miss this. I'll miss you guys. Promise you'll go to my wedding.. and not photobomb every wedding picture? At least one should be able to go into a nice frame."

Lydia sighs, folding her hands over her chest, "Just one. We can't get soft on you."

Then they all hug, Lydia clutches the two girls close. They had become her rocks in WWE. When she had felt like she was drowning, they pulled her out to shore and slapped the water out of her lungs. Now Kaitlyn was leaving.

Lydia and AJ go out for their match and Kaitlyn goes back to the locker room to pack her things.

At the end of the match, AJ wins as Lydia rolls around on the floor in pain. She gets up to attack AJ again, only to have Dean Ambrose, as scripted, run out and drag her away, all the while whispering in her ear.

"Wait until Sunday wait until Sunday." Repeatedly, as if it were some kind of mantra.

They get to the back finally and he lets go of her.

"Thanks." She says, giving him a friendly arm punch, "Pal."

Dean squints his eyes at her, "So we're just not going to talk about it?"

"Talk? Pff, that's so old fashioned. Morse code is where it's at now, or so I've heard." Lydia nods, looking anywhere but at him, "I kind of picked up a flesh eating disease and AJ ripped out my kidney and I think I left my oven on..."

Dean smirks, licking his lips and looking away from her, "Excuses."

"Not excuses, am actually missing one kidney." Lydia explains, her hands shaky. "Keep an eye on the black market, would you?"

Dean glances down, then looking up at her through his cold blue eyes, "Why are you so afraid of what we have?" He prods, taking a step closer to her, "I won't hurt you if that's what you're worried about."

"Hurt me? Come on, lets dial back on the cliches." Lydia rolls her eyes, puffing out her cheeks for a second, "I just need time, to think, to process, to book tickets to some faraway Island..learn witchcraft. I'm pretty busy, got a few worlds to save, not so sure a shaky relationship is what I need on top of all of that."

"Save worlds?"

"Gallifrey won't find itself." Lydia offers as an explanation, smirking on the inside at the impromptu Doctor Who reference.

Dean looks at her, confused for a second, then decides to shake it off, "I'll see you on Sunday." He says, turning around to walk away.

"Wait."

He turns around.

"You're coming out with me for my match?" Lydia asks, genuinely surprised. It was typical for the girls to go out with the guys for their matches, but not the other way around. More of those pesky gender roles.

Dean makes an insulted face, "Of course, wouldn't miss that match for the world."

Lydia nods slowly, "Well.. then I'll see you then." He turns around the same time a smile crosses her ruby red lips.

Sunday comes quickly. Lydia and AJ have decided against carpooling together, because AJ was probably going to rip out Lydia's tonsils given the chance. Lydia goes backstage and gets ready. She ties her boots, glancing up in time to see Dean Ambrose approaching her.

He grins, "There's my newest Divas Champion."

Lydia looks up at him and smiles, "Shhhh. Spoilers."

"Now tell me, how are you going to celebrate being the best divas champion of all time?"

Lydia glances away, seeming as if to be deep in thought, "I think I'll celebrate with a lot of netflix."

"There's my party girl."

She dryly laughs and a producer quickly interrupts the two. Lydia and Dean go over to the curtain. He quickly drops a kiss on the top of her head before she can even think of protesting. He puts an arm around her waist.

"You'll do great." He says as her music hits.

They walk out together, looking like the perfect heel couple. He releases her to let her stand at the top of the stage, a proud smirk on her face. She looks out at the crowd, the crowd heavily boos. She pretends to crack her neck and Dean comes up beside her, his arms coming from behind her, his breath heavy on her neck. An evil smile on both of their lips. They work their way down to the ring, he holds down the ropes for her and she easily slides between them. AJ's music hits then, the crowd erupts in cheers as the Divas Champion skips down the ramp.

AJ climbs into the ring, wearily looking at Lydia, then a crazy smile highlights her lips. Lydia doesn't play her game, she stands there stone-faced and somber. Things begin to go in slow motion for Lydia, the ringing of the bell is slow. The crowd throwing out their comments, their words meshing together to make sentences that make no sense at all. AJ springs at her and Lydia catches her in time, time beginning to catch up with the moment.

Five minutes in, Lydia's locked in the black widow. She finds a way to counter after screaming in pain for three minutes. Lydia finally hits her finisher, hooking AJ's leg up into the air.

The bell rings.

Lydia lets go of AJ's leg, looking at the ref to see him reach for her wrist. Her music is loud and pounding against her ears. She stands up shakily and he raises her wrist in the air. He hands her the Divas Championship as Dean Ambrose enters the ring. He grabs her around the waist, spinning her. A smile on his lips. He quickly plants a sloppy kiss on Lydia's sweaty lips.

"You did it." Dean grins against her lips, his forehead against hers.

"Don't doubt me." Lydia breathes, a smile on her lips.