A/N: Thanks for the reviews and the reads and everything, I really appreciate them. And I know things are looking confusing and weird between Dolph and AJ, but yeah, this is my universe, so I write things how I like them, so we'll see, anyways, enjoy, review if you want. :)
"You, me, California, mini-vacation."
"What are you talking about, babe?" AJ looked up at him from the comic book she was reading and started laughing. "What are you…why are you still wearing that?"
"Wearing what, I have no idea what you're talking about," Dolph shrugged.
"That hat," AJ pointed to the top of his head where that silly sombrero was still sitting. He'd taken it back to the hotel with him as some sort of trophy after the beat-down he'd administered to both Ricardo and Del Rio. "You are not wearing that to bed."
"I thought we could bring the fiesta to the bedroom," he shrugged and she pulled the comic book over her face as she started laughing. "Oh, come on, I thought that was good. I mean, probably not my best, but certainly good enough."
"No," she told him, laughing still. "Take it off, you look so silly. I'm not going to look at you for the rest of the night if you keep wearing that thing."
"I look amazing."
"You look like it's Cinco de Mayo and you got drunk somewhere."
"I don't get drunk anymore," he told her, flopping down onto the bed next to her. She slowly lowered the comic book from her face and peeked over the top, seeing him still in the hat. He wiggled his eyebrows at her and she started laughing as she brought the comic book back over her face.
"Take it off!"
"Oh, well, if you insist," Dolph told her.
She pulled the comic book down, "You know that's not what I meant."
Dolph took off the sombrero and put it on her head, "Wow, I think you just managed to look even cuter than you normally do, how'd you do that?"
"Magic," she told him, taking the hat off and tossing it off the side of the bed. "So what's this about mini-vacation?"
Dolph pulled AJ around the waist until she was lying on top of him. He smiled up at her and she laughed, "What's so funny now? I mean, yeah, I'm a funny guy, probably the funniest guy you've ever met, but…"
"You're happy," she told him, straddling his hips and sitting up. He rested his hands on her thighs as she pressed her palms into his bare chest. "You're happy, and I'm so glad for it, plus, you didn't come out of tonight looking like you'd need another check with the trainers."
"That is a good thing," he nodded slightly. "I just wish you could've been out there, but with what I had planned, I didn't want you anywhere near where Del Rio or Ricardo could get at you."
"They may be jerks, but they wouldn't hurt me, plus, I can handle myself. If Kaitlyn hadn't…if she hadn't been so stupid tonight, and she was stupid, I would have won my match."
Dolph reached up to brush some of her hair out of the way, "Of course you would have."
"You know, it's so dumb. Stephanie told me that I needed to act like a champion, and I am, I'm wrestling all the time, I'm a fighting champion, just like you were, but Kaitlyn doesn't get condemned for anything. Stephanie was wrong about me."
"She was," Dolph agreed, "you're doing a great job, you're the best women's champion in a long time, and definitely my favorite. Also definitely hottest. I may be biased though with that one, so I'm not totally sure…"
AJ slapped at his chest a little bit. "I'm proud of us."
"You are, I mean, I'm always proud of us, but why are you proud of us?"
"Because we're both handling our business like the champs that we are, you'll get the belt back and we'll rule the WWE world," she said confidently, "and then we'll show both Stephanie and Chris what it means to be a power couple."
"Okay, calm down," Dolph told her. "So…I think we got sidetracked. I want to take you to California for a little vacation because we haven't been able to really spend a lot of time together during shows."
"You do remember we live together, right?" AJ asked. "Because we do, is this a concussion thing? We already spend all our time together. I thought we were going to Tampa."
"Let's detour, let's go to California," Dolph said, "it also has the dual purpose that I was invited to do a stand-up set, and I really want to do it. I've got the bug, and I would really enjoy it if you were there."
"You want me to come?"
"Yeah, I do, I want you to see me, and laugh, and make me look good."
"Of course I will, babe," she leaned down and hugged him, wrapping her arms around him as she rested her head on his chest. "I would love to see you do your stand-up, I mean, I get it every night—"
"You get it every night? From whom? Because I can go every night, but we're not going at it every night. So who's the other guy?"
"Oh, you know you're the only one for me, Ziggy," she told him, kissing his chest. I would love to see you do your stand-up, just as long as there aren't any, 'So my girlfriend…' jokes."
"I'm better than that."
Stephanie stared up at the ceiling even though she couldn't see anything. The lights were out, the kids were in their bedrooms fast asleep, and her husband was next to her, not asleep, but she knew he was getting there. "Do you think I'm power-hungry?" she asked.
"Do you think it makes me a bad person?" she asked, still staring up at the blankness of her bedroom ceiling. Anything could be up there right now and she would have no clue.
"Not at all. I think it makes you strive to be better, and that can't ever be a bad thing. It's the same thing that made me fall for you. I mean, who doesn't love a woman who knows how to take charge?"
"So…if I were to…oh, I don't know, play my father and fake husband against each other in an attempt to make myself look good and like the sane, rational one in order to drive Vickie crazy and possibly take over her job, that wouldn't be a bad thing."
The light turned on next to her as Chris sat up in bed, staring down at his wife. "Holy, wait, no, you couldn't have been planning this from the very…no way, no way, you could not have been planning this from the very beginning, Stephanie, tell me you didn't think this whole thing up from the very beginning?"
"I'm not saying it'll work, but…it certainly looks like Vickie is incompetent at what she does, doesn't it?"
Chris ran his hands through his hair. "You're kidding me, you have had this, but you acted like you didn't even want to fake Hunter as your husband, he was the one who tried to get back…you knew how he'd react. You were married to him, and you knew how he'd react, I cannot believe you. You, Stephanie McMahon, wait a second, if you're…so you are doing all of this to—"
"Get more power," Stephanie said, "if I can. I mean, the Board may recommend someone else if I'm President, and they might not want me, but if I can pit Hunter and my dad against each other, they're too busy fighting to notice me swooping in. And I did not have this planned from the beginning. It's just the opportunity presented itself and I've been taking advantage. When Hunter told me he was getting back at me by seeing this through, and when he and my father were at each other's throats, I knew I had something."
"You're insane," he laughed at her, scooting down so he was lying on his side, his face lying against his palm. "So what everyone thinks is just them going at it because they're Vince McMahon and Hunter Hearst Helmsley is really just Stephanie McMahon-Jericho doing what she does best?"
"It would appear so, wouldn't it?" Stephanie smirked at him. "I may have been whispering little things in their ears, little nuggets of information that…oh, I don't know, were in direct conflict of one another."
"You were telling your dad what was good and you were telling Hunter the very same thing was bad, that's it, isn't it?"
"Does that make me a bad person?"
"Yes, yes it does," Chris nodded at her. Stephanie just smiled and laughed. "It also makes you the woman I love most in the world, so what is your end game here, Stephanie? You want everything, don't you?"
"I can't help it, they went into this thinking they were ones in power, and they're not, Chris, and they need to learn that, and Vickie needs to learn her place, and it'll come, it'll come very, very soon."
Dolph looked around pensively, making note of the people around, of which there were a lot since he was at the gorilla where all the action was happening, searching for his girlfriend. Usually she would be around, ready for him during his match, but she was nowhere t be found. Neither was Big E, and that was unusual. It was his first match since Payback and he was kind of counting on her being there with him. He looked at the clock and he was set to go out there in about a minute, and still, she was nowhere to be found. That was really weird for people to see, he was sure, and he tried not to look panicked, but there was a twinge of it on his face for people to see. AJ was a grown woman, and she was tougher than she looked. He thought back to their mini-vacation the week before.
"Okay, let's stop," AJ put her hands on her knees as her boyfriend jogged around her. "Stop that."
"What? Stop what?" he jogged backwards a little bit away from her than jogged towards her, "just keeping the heart rate up, you know, it's important to keep that heart rate up."
"Shove it," she told him as she stood up, placing her hands on her hips. "Let's end the jog and just walk, we worked out earlier at the outdoor facilities, I mean, we have proof, I took pictures of you. You cannot possibly want to work out more, babe, please, for me, let's just walk?"
"I never thought you would give up so easily," he jogged towards her and picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder and starting to jog with her. AJ started laughing, slapping him on the butt. "Hey, watch the hands, lady, we're in public!"
"Doesn't seem to bother you when we're on Twitter," she told him.
"It's only because you are so dirty that I have to be too," he said, taking them over to a bench and depositing her on it. She straightened her shirt and looked over at him.
"I'm glad we came, or at least, I'm glad I came with you," she told him, smiling at him. The sun was just beginning its slow descent into the horizon, and the light made her boyfriend's eyes bluer than they normally were. "I love it out here."
"I love you out here," he told her and she blushed a little bit. "I know things have been weird…"
"Yeah, but it's okay, I understand," she told him.
"Yeah, but nothing changes the way I feel about you, you know that, right?" he asked her. "I mean, whatever I'm doing on the shows, whoever I'm going after, the title is never more important than you."
"I know, babe," she told him, "you didn't come out with me when I wasn't the diva's champion, it's okay, besides, it makes me look stronger not hiding behind my boyfriend."
"You would never hide behind me," he told her, leaning forward to kiss her. "Come here."
"What?" she asked as he grabbed her hand and pulled her into an open space. He grinned at her and pulled his phone out of his pocket. "We're going to take a picture, why do you feel the need to commemorate everything? We took the pictures earlier, and we take pictures when we do interviews, and so many pictures!"
"Because I like looking at pictures of me…I mean us," he told her, smirking as he pulled her in close.
"Wait, why aren't we asking someone to take our picture?"
"We'll do it ourselves."
"A selfie? You expect me to take a selfie? Uh uh, let me go," she tried to squirm away, but his arm had a firm grip on her waist and she couldn't get away. "Dolph Ziggler, you let me go right this instant, I swear to God, I'm going to kick you in the shin if you don't."
"Because my shin is all you can reach," he leaned down and kissed her, effectively silencing her. "Just one picture, for me, your boyfriend, who loves you, who flew you all the way out to California just to spend time with you, who wants you to come to his stand-up show, who wants to hold the titles with you?"
"Don't guilt trip me with your…everything," she stuck her tongue out. "You know I am firmly against selfies."
"I know this, but it wouldn't really be a selfie if we're both in it, then it would just be a very cute picture of two people who love each other and are really, really good-looking."
"If I give you one…"
"Yes!" he pumped his fist and pulled her to him. She couldn't help but smile because her boyfriend was happy, something she didn't think possible immediately after he lost the title and wasn't medically cleared to wrestle. But here, right now, in this moment, he was happy, and she wanted to preserve that, and if it meant taking a stupid selfie with him, she'd do it. "God, I have to hold this up high just to get your face in it."
"Shut up, no height jokes," she told him, wrapping her arm around his waist and getting closer. She smiled for the camera as he took the picture, pulling the camera down so he could look at it.
"God, have you seen a more beautiful couple than the two of us?" he asked.
"No, I don't think I have," she told him, but he was too busy admiring himself in the picture, "Okay, okay, Ziggy, we get it, you're beautiful."
"What, I was staring at the other person in the picture, the hot one."
"Hot one? Now I'm the hot one."
"You've always been. We need to share this with the world, we are far too hot together not to make other people jealous."
"Great, now I'll never live this selfie down."
She wasn't here. His music was starting and she wasn't here. For the first time in…God, had it been more than six months already, she was not out there with him. He felt…weird. In fact, before AJ, he'd barely ever gone out there without Vickie, so this was really very strange. He hoped his girlfriend was alright, and he tried to put it out of his mind as he did his signature Ziggle Wiggle. He turned around and unconsciously expected AJ to come sidling up to him to grab his chin and press a soft kiss to his lips.
But there was none. He strode his way down to the ring, feeling naked almost without his girlfriend by his side. He climbed in the ring and waited for his opponent, Jinder Mahal. He had to give Vickie some credit, it seemed like she wanted to ease him into competition again because Mahal was not a challenge. Mahal was just someone standing in his way that needed to be disposed of, and quickly.
Dolph was not without his usual showing off because that's who he was and that's what he did. He showed off. Mahal actually thought he had a chance, but one Zig Zag and it was all over. Dolph was feeling pretty good about himself until Heath and Drew started closing in on him. Did these two idiots who couldn't even form a real band think they had any shot against him? He got out of the ring only to have them follow, but a little quick maneuvering and he ducked under Heath then took down Drew. It was too easy and to celebrate how easy that was, he got on the announcer's table and celebrated.
When he got backstage, he felt good. It felt good to be back in action, and he felt loose. He just wondered where the hell his girlfriend was. He grabbed a water bottle and a towel and started walking towards his locker room. Out of nowhere, AJ and Big E came over to him, AJ gushing about something to do with Kaitlyn. He acted like it was cool, but everyone could tell it wasn't, and there was a camera right there, so everyone at home could tell it too. AJ dismissed Big E and traipsed after Dolph, asking him what was wrong.
He turned to her and told her that she was the diva's champion, and she didn't need to pull these pranks on Kaitlyn, that she was better than that. She was better than that. AJ was one of the best female wrestlers he'd ever seen, and with her size disadvantage, it only made that fact more impressive. He told her they needed to focus on being a power couple, which was their goal all along. Those twenty minutes had not satisfied him. They were amazing, those twenty minutes (that's what she said), but getting just a taste and not the whole thing was not fair. He wanted it all.
AJ gave him a sad face, like she was disappointed that he both didn't like her plan and was chastising her. He leaned down to kiss her before he walked off, leaving her standing there, staring at him. She looked around to the people who were staring at them. They all looked like they knew what was coming because they'd seen it before. They all looked like they did before, like they did when Daniel hated her, when he berated her and belittled her. They looked at her like they did when Punk and Kane rejected her, when John Cena didn't want her around.
She walked off sullenly, her head hanging down, knowing everyone must have seen what happened. There was a camera there, there was no way the word wasn't spreading like wildfire that her boyfriend thought her childish, thought her actions were that of a little girl who wanted to have her way. They were probably whispering, all of them whispering about her, how once again AJ managed to screw things up, how she took the best thing in her life and managed to sully it, dirty it, make it so nobody wanted her.
Or maybe she was taking a page out of Stephanie McMahon's book.
AJ opened the door to her private locker room (she was a champion now after all) and Dolph was standing in the middle of the room. He turned around and smirked at her as she locked the door. She gave him a pouty face, her lip jutted out before she giggled and launched herself towards him. He only had time to toss away the water bottle before AJ tossed her title on a chair and launched herself into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist.
"You were great," she told him, pulling the towel around his neck so he was forced to kiss her. She deepened the kiss as his right arm wrapped around her waist and his left arm rested across her butt.
"You looked so sad, I almost picked you up bridal style and brought you back here," he mumbled against her lips. "Never, ever give me that look again because I will do whatever you want me to do if you give that to me."
"Good, I have ammo," she said, "wow, that felt good. I'm sorry I didn't come out for your match, but well…you know."
"Of course I know," Dolph said, "and everyone bought it. When I was walking back to this area, everyone was giving me looks like they felt sorry for me being stuck with you."
"And everyone was looking at me like they felt sorry for me that I screwed up another relationship. You know, Stephanie was right in one thing, when she said that I should grow up, that I should be setting an example, and I am, I'm just setting the one she sets for everyone else. She's not the only one who can play games around here."
"Your plan is as brilliant as you being Kaitlyn's secret admirer."
"I think so," AJ told him, kissing him again. "Mmm, nobody suspects a thing, but Kaitlyn is going to think I'm weak. She's going to think that I'm on the verge of another breakdown and that it's going to affect me, and you're so mad at me, and you hate me so much for everything I'm doing, and she's not going to be the wiser, and neither will Stephanie if things go really, exceptionally well. And she can think she broke us up, if we take it that far—"
"I hope we don't," Dolph said, "I mean, I'll do anything you want, babe, because I love you, but I hope…look—"
"Ziggy, nothing's wrong with us," she told him. "I love you. I love you so much, and the mere fact you were willing to go along with this…it means so much to me."
"I don't care what you do with Kaitlyn, hell, you know I think it's really hilarious, and this is from a stand-up comedian here—"
"Part-time," she reminded him, "although you could make a career out of it, that's how good you were on Thursday."
"Thanks, babe," he told her, kissing her again. "You okay, though, I mean, what I said wasn't too bad or harsh or anything?"
"No, you were perfect, you just want us to be a power couple, and I want it to, if it comes to pass, which it will because I think you're definitely going to beat Del Rio and get the title back and our celebration will last longer than twenty minutes."
"If I had a nickel…"
"You'd have no nickels."
"Hey, now I am going to break up with you, I'll have you know that I'm very athletic, I mean, we've been talking here for the past like seven minutes, and I'm still holding you upright, although now that I think about it," he carried her over to the couch and dumped her on top of it. He came down so he was hovering over her, and she became keenly aware he was still only in his ring trunks. "Oops, guess I couldn't hold onto you any longer."
"Something tells me you have some designs on me right now," she told him. "You also need to shower, you just had a match."
"Care to join me? I need someone to get those hard to reach places," he told her, giving her a smirk.
"I have a thing later, remember?"
"Oh yeah, what are you planning anyways?"
"Remember when I made those pictures of Vickie?"
"Yeah, what about them? Oh no, you made pictures of Kaitlyn, are you kidding me?"
"Just one, and it's silly, more silly than hurtful really," she shrugged, "just to get under her skin, and it makes it look like I didn't listen to you. It works both directions. I'm getting under her skin, and at the end of this, I want her broken."
"I love it when you get all passionate," he leaned down to kiss her, his hand skimming up her bare side, "and your shirt is barely there tonight, you're killing me here, between that and your shorts, and your evil plans, what's a guy to do?"
"I don't know," AJ shrugged, "you tell me."
Meanwhile, during Dolph's match a short time ago, another plan was in full swing. Stephanie hefted Kensington into her arms because with Kensington there, it made her seem more innocuous. "Hunter, hey!"
"Oh, hey, Steph," Hunter turned around, "how's my favorite fake wife?"
Stephanie groaned and shifted Kensington so she was more comfortable. "You know I hate that you kept this going, right?"
"It was your fault in the first place, I'm just going along with it," he shrugged, but Stephanie could tell he was being smug. Little did he know she was fine with him thinking that this was something with which to tease her. When she hired him, it was more out of pity than anything else, now he thought he ran the joint, nope, that wasn't happening.
"Well, if that's the case, let me ask you, what do you think of the match tonight with Cena and Del Rio?"
"I don't know, I mean, it's a good match."
"Yeah, it is a good match, Vickie did a good job with that one," Stephanie said, "I mean, putting the champion versus the champion, supposedly the two best wrestlers in the company, although I'm biased. She could probably use some positive reinforcement, right?"
"Oh, like you would give that to her," Hunter laughed.
"No way, but I don't know, maybe it would be something to tell her, but that's up to you, I guess," Stephanie shrugged.
"Trips, Mommy's the boss."
"I know she is," Hunter said, "I think she proves that every week."
"She knows the truth, that's all," Stephanie said, smiling, "I'll see you later, I better get back to the show. Chris is on commentary soon. I'm not even sure how this thing developed with Ryback, but leave it to my husband to get himself pulled into the thick of things."
"He does have a knack for that, doesn't he?"
"The worst knack for it," Stephanie said, "bye, Hunter."
Stephanie knew Hunter would go to Vickie, if for nothing else than to look like he was in charge. She detoured to her father's office, knocking on the door. Stephanie turned to her daughter, "Kensy, can you act like you wanted to see grandpa?"
"Uh huh," Kensington nodded.
"Okay, thank you," Stephanie said, kissing her daughter's cheek. Her father opened the door a second later and was surprised to see them there. "Hey, Dad, Kensington just wanted to come say hi to you."
"Hi Grandpa!" Kensington said with a wave and a grin. Stephanie was impressed with her daughter, but knew that Kensington was just always genuinely happy to see anyone. She was not as outgoing as Flynn was, but she was more personable than the loud Flynn Jericho. Kensington's smile was disarming, and left people charmed by the little girl.
"Hello there, Kensy," Vince started to reach into his pocket, but Stephanie held a hand up.
"Dad, no, okay, no money," Stephanie told him. "I just came here to ask what you thought about the match Vickie made with Cena and Del Rio?"
"Oh well, don't get me started on that one. I can't believe she would give that way for free. That's a Pay-Per-View quality match right there."
"You know, I heard that Hunter kind of liked that she booked that, in fact, he might be telling her, oh, yeah, he is," Stephanie pointed to the screen behind her father. That didn't take long at all. Did Hunter even think about not going?
"Dear God, that man has no business sense! What did you ever see in him?" Vince muttered to himself. "I need to think, leave me be for a while."
"Okay, sorry, Dad," Stephanie said.
"It's not your fault the man is incompetent."
"I guess not."
Except it kind of was.
Stephanie turned and closed the door behind her. She was a few steps away before she giggled and rubbed noses with her daughter. "Kensy, what you just saw was your mother taking control of the situation. Sometimes when you want things done, you have to do them yourself. Don't let anyone tell you, you can't do something."
"Okay, Mommy, if you say it," Kensington shrugged.
"Someday, you're going to rule this company. I think your brother and sister are going to be wrestlers, but you, I don't know I think with that charm, you're going to run this place and look especially innocent doing it, but I know underneath that cuteness is a…oh no, tickle monster!"
Stephanie started tickling her daughter as she walked down the hallways, Kensington screaming as she tried to get away to no avail. Stephanie went back to the gorilla where Chris was sitting with Sawyer and Flynn. Flynn was in his lap giving him commentary on the match between Kane and Randy like he was going to give commentary later. Sawyer was just sitting, enraptured by the match as Stephanie sat down next to her husband.
"Thanks for covering for me."
"When evil is afoot, I'm just your lackey," he pecked her on the lips before Kensington puckered up and he kissed her too. "So I see one part of your plan has already worked, you work quick, which is the opposite of how you are in the bedroom…"
"I take my time where it counts, but Hunter didn't even hesitate to tell Vickie. I think he thinks it makes him look like he has any kind of authority. My dad was livid though, so those two are once again butting heads while I will come by and drop the bomb on Vickie."
"So you're hoping to take it all over next week?"
"I may let her stew for a while, lull her into a false sense of security, it just depends."
"Mommy, what are you talking about?" Flynn asked. "I'm watching the match and you're talking."
"I'm talking about business things, go back to watching," Stephanie told her daughter.
"Don't talk so loud, please," Flynn sighed. "Even though Daddy's not wrestling tonight, I still like wrestling, but Daddy, you're talking, right?"
"Yup, I'm talking, making Ryback look bad."
"He looks like an Easter egg," Flynn decided. Chris started to snicker then laugh. "Daddy, that wasn't funny."
"It was a little funny, trust me," Chris laughed, kissing her head, "watch your match, Flutterby."
"Okay, Sawa, who do you want to win?"
"I don't know, they're both okay."
"Oh, me too," she said, smiling at her brother as Chris went back to his conversation with Stephanie. "So you're going to go in there, tell her she's going to be evaluated and then cackle as she flounders?'
"I'm not going to cackle until after I leave, maybe in our hotel room, I'll just throw my hands up and laugh evilly."
"You do know you could drive this woman insane, right?"
"Like she drove me insane, like she banned me from running my own show?" Stephanie asked. "Vickie's had it coming for a long time. I'm only trying to speed up the process, and get in a little revenge on Hunter and my dad while I'm at it. I wouldn't be surprised if those two decided to have a match at some point. Then they can destroy each other while I act like it's tearing me up inside."
"When in fact, you're a gleeful, evil woman."
"Who you've been with almost 11 years, so what does that make you, Chris Jericho?" Stephanie asked him, leaning forward to press a slow, soft kiss against his lips. He smiled against them as she pulled away, letting their touch linger for just a moment.
AJ laughed as she went backstage. She knew she should probably look remorseful, but she was having too much fun. It didn't go with how she acted earlier, but there weren't as many people around now so she let herself have a little giggle. Not even E knew of her and Dolph's plan, so she tried to keep it so she was feeling guilty for laughing so much.
It was a stupid joke, she knew that, and yes, actually, what Dolph said earlier was correct, she was better than that, but it was still funny! She couldn't help what she thought was funny or not, and while it was mean-spirited, the old Kaitlyn, the one who had been her best friend, would have laughed at it. She missed that Kaitlyn so much sometimes, but the bridges were burnt, and there was no rebuilding effort in place.
"Um, I better find Dolph and explain," AJ shrugged, wandering off, but unbeknownst to her, there was someone watching and someone who knew her game all too well.
"She and Dolph are up to something," Stephanie said, turning to her husband. Kensington was now resting in his arms, her eyes drooping and sleepy.
"What makes you think so?" Chris wondered. "Not that I don't believe you, but what makes you think it?"
"She idolizes me, Chris, and AJ Lee just took a huge page from the Stephanie McMahon handbook because remind me, who was it that acted like they turned on me to join another GM?"
"Oh, so you think she's…oh! Yeah, she would pull that, I mean, when she was GM, she wanted to be you, this is right up her alley."
"And thanks to her, I now have a reason to see Vickie, if you'll excuse me," Stephanie walked the few feet to Vickie's office. She would be lying if she didn't say she was just standing there waiting for the opportunity to talk to Vickie.
By this time in the night, Vickie was cowering in fear of her presence, until Stephanie put her at ease, for all of three seconds. Vickie was not her friend, was never her friend, and was never going to be her friend. So for her to even act like they were friends was stupid on Vickie's part. Stephanie brought up Vickie not dealing with AJ, even though Stephanie never said to deal with AJ in the first place. She was just trying to trip up Vickie before she laid the bomb on her.
It was fun.
It was fun watching Vickie squirm and knowing she'd have to be evaluated. Stephanie reminded her that it could mean a promotion to a full GM position, but that wasn't going to happen if she could help it. No, Vickie getting a promotion would be the last thing to happen to her. If everything went the way Stephanie wanted it to, and it was going her way so far, Vickie would be gone, leaving a position open for General Manager of Raw.
And if she'd said it once, she'd said it a million times.
This was her show.
"I can't believe we had sex in our locker room tonight," AJ giggled as she climbed into bed. Dolph climbed in after her, shooing Nacho towards his carrier first. The dog wanted to get into bed with them, but he was not in the mood to have a dog between him and his girlfriend.
"I can't believe we've never done that before, I mean, not all the way like that."
"You didn't even have time to take a shower after your match, you went out there all…God, you might have even smelled like me!"
"Well, I did have time to clean up a little bit. Luckily I was able to find another shirt," Dolph laughed as he pulled AJ into him. "That was some good sex, I mean, not to say that I hate you or anything, but the kind-of-secret sex is really hot. I mean, not that I like hiding that things are great between us, but still…that was hot."
"Only you would think sex at work is hot."
"Like we're the first ones to do that, please, I'm sure tons of people have, I mean, Edge and Lita practically did in front of everyone, at least we locked the door," Dolph joked.
"True, true, it would have been really awkward for Big E to walk in on us…again…"
"Okay, let's not bring up that other time, and thank God we were only on the couch and you still had your bra on."
"Yeah, that was horrifying for all of us," she laughed, but then pursed her lips. "I…I guess this is as good a time as any to say this, but um…thank you."
"For what, babe? The hot sex, yeah, I figured I'd give you my best."
"Get your mind out of the gutter for two seconds, Dr. FeelGood. Without you, I'd probably still be that broken girl, clinging to any kind of affection I could get, trying to find someone to fix me, to give me everything, but you did, except you did it in a way that didn't make me rely on you. You don't know what that means to me. And I know I'm asking a lot of you right now, and I know things could get rough, and weird, and I don't know…bad, but everything I am today is because of you."
"No, please, just, you can stop talking for two minutes, Ziggy, I know you can," she told him, shifting so she could look at him. She cupped his face in her small hand and smiled. "I got your love. I never had Daniel's, Kane, Punk, Cena, they never even offered. You gave me your love, and you gave me your everything. You gave me a home, and family, and a life, and a PS3 and an X-Box, don't think I didn't notice the purchase."
"Damn it, that was supposed to be a surprise."
"Well, thank you for it anyways," she said, "what I'm trying to say is…I don't know if we'll get to be that power couple, who knows, I could lose, you could lose, you could win, I could lose, I could win, you could lose—"
"I think that's all the scenarios, babe."
"And we might not last forever, that's always a possibility," AJ told him, "as much as I love you and you love me, someday it might not be enough, and I just want you to know that…I love you for bringing me back from an edge I thought I plunged over."
"Hey, hey, hey," Dolph stared at her with intense blue eyes, "what brought this on? Honesty, okay, what brought this on?"
"Well, just, I know the fight or disagreement was fake, I know it, but, I don't know, it felt real, and I just needed to get that out I guess."
"Babe, let me tell you something right now, you gave a great speech, top notch, give it an A, you can do the teacher later to make it an A+, but here's the thing, you know when you're going to leave me?"
"Huh? I don't understand."
"No, I'm asking do you know when you're going to leave me?"
"No, I don't…I didn't—"
"When they pry you from my cold, dead hands, that's when."
"You're not going anywhere."