— April 11, 2016 —
(Monday Night Raw)

Tonight, once again, we're in Los Angeles, California, in the Staples Center. Already tonight, Shane has went out there and announced that since Sami Zayn couldn't complete last week in the number one contender's match like he was supposed to, then he would tonight. So, later on tonight and not in the main event this time, AJ will go one-on-one with Sami Zayn. If Sami wins, he's added to the match with Roman Reigns at Payback.

Nevertheless, something tells me tonight is going to be one of the best shows yet. Hm, I don't know yet. Just a hunch.

As for AJ and myself – and the other night, for that matter, he ended up telling me that it was a one-time thing for us to kiss like that. He said that he wasn't comfortable kissing his best friend like that when he just got out of a nasty divorce. I didn't argue with him; I just ended up agreeing, so I would get out of trouble. He even went as far as assuring me that it wouldn't ever get that far on-screen, anyway.

So, currently, I'm backstage in the women's locker room surrounded by the other women. Well, I'm on one side of the room and they're on the other. I can still hear them flapping their gums over there, anyways. I'm hunched over with my elbows in my knees and my phone's in my hand, but it's not on. I'm not even playing on it at the moment because my mind is too far gone to pay attention to anything right now.

Suddenly, I felt somebody hit my shoulder and I looked up to see that it was Emma standing there with her dark lipstick; although, she did look worried. She was eating a candy bar as she took a seat next to me on the bench and asked in her Australian accent, "Hey, what's up? I called your name, like, three times before I hit your shoulder."

I groaned, but it wasn't because of her or her question at all. It was because of how naturally frustrated I have become these days. "Hey, Emma," I softly said, using her ring name. "What's up?"

"What's wrong with you?" she questioned while still using her sweet Australian tone. She peeked over at me and offered me some of her Snickers bar, but I declined. "I thought you were happy now that you were back with AJ?"

I shrugged and sighed, "I am."

She placed her hand on knee, leaned in, and whispered, "What is it, then? Did something happen?"

I quickly shoved her hand off of me, but I wasn't trying to be mean about it. I just didn't want to be touch – or really bothered, for that matter. Emma such a sweet girl and I was addicted to her accent. We go way back to NXT and she's the one of the best girls I actually liked back then, and I still do. Emma knows, out of everyone, that I'm a very reserved type of person, really.

My hands reached up to my face as I tried to relax it by rubbing it. Nothing helped, of course. "I can't talk about it, you know that," I groaned, while still telling her the truth.

I felt her place her hand on my shoulder now when somebody new popped up. It was Nattie again, who was smiling like she normally does. Emma and I greeted her with a wave.

"Are you alright, Britt?" Nattie asked of me, which made me want to explode for some reason. I seen Emma shake her head towards Nattie to give her the head's up not to bother me. "Alright, well, if you ever need anyone, Britt, I'm here for you."

"Thanks, Nattie," I thanked her and lifted up my head once again. "That's well appreciated."

She nodded with a small flat-line grin and walked back over to the other girls. As for Emma, she patted my shoulder and got up to walk over there with her, too. They got the memo, I guess.

I heard the door to the locker room being knocked on when I seen Charlotte get up to answer it. An WWE official stood there, talking with her. She nodded, turned to everyone, and announced, "Hey, Britt, this guy needs you real quick."

I was confused as to why this stranger wanted me, but I got up, anyways, and made my way to the door. I didn't even turn to say my goodbyes to them when they shut the door behind me leaving with this man.

"There's two gentlemen here that want to see you," the WWE official told me, which only confused me more. "They're in the room down the hall, last door to your right. You think you can make it there on your own?"

I nodded and started to make my way down to where he said these two gentlemen were. I didn't ask questions, but I sure wanted to know who it was. It's probably just a huge set-up or something stupid. I don't know just yet, though, of course.

I found the selected door the man had just told me about, so I thought it through first before I began to knock on it. I didn't hear anything, so I tried the doorknob and it was unlocked. I took an easy step inside and was greeted by pure darkness. Nothing was in sight that I could see. That's when the door was being slammed behind me, which I didn't do at all. What the seriously fuck is going on right now?!

"Mmhahahahaha," a deep voice laughed in the room, which made me sweat more.

"AJ? I swear to God, if that's you, you're dead! Do you hear me, Styles? You're dead because I'm going to kill you, myself!" I started to threaten the voice within this darkness. If AJ's trying to pull a prank on me, then he's dead as soon as these lights come back on!

"You scared you? Haha!" the voice continued to laugh. At this point, I think I should just a take a chance and take a hit. So, that's what I do near where I think the voice is coming from and I nail whoever it is. "Ow! Dammit, Britt, calm down! It's just me!"

"Me, who?!" I demanded to know, not letting my shield down.

"Calm down, I'm getting the lights," a new voice said, which confirmed the two men. The lights flashed on and I only turned my head only a little to see the two men. I nudged my elbow right in one of their stomachs and he fell over, clutching it.

"You ass-clowns! You scared the living hell out of me! Who do you think you are?!" I exclaimed, blowing up on them. The other man checked on his friend on the ground.

"Well," the hurt bald man coughed out, "I'm Karl Anderson and that is Luke Gallows. We're supposed to be your friends, Britt, but you hurt me, so I don't know if I want to be friends with you anymore."

I smiled down at my two old friends, both similar because they're bald, and giggled, "Awe, guys, I've missed you, too!"

Luke grinned, but Karl rolled his eyes towards me. Luke helped Karl up, so they could stand up next to each other. Everything was going as planned, as I can see now. It's going to be better now.

"Well, we've missed you, too, but we didn't think you would go all weird like you did just then," Luke pointed out, gesturing towards me. "What's going on?"

"Oh, nothing," I shrugged and made my way over to them. "Just hasn't been my day or anything lately, so... Y'know?"

They both shrugged, but it was Karl who asked next: "So, how in the world is it like for people to cheer for you and AJ? That's gotta be weird, especially for you since you've been always been a heel."

He couldn't be more right. "Yeah, but they only notice AJ out there, not me," I pointed out, which seemed to be the closest thing to the truth possible.

"No way in hell you should let that happen," Karl pointed out and actually seemed to start smiling, despite his new injury. "You know who you are, Britt, and is not no goody-too-shoes ass-kisser. You're Eliza London, for God's sake, and all the years I have known you – you have never been the good guy anywhere you have been."

I shrugged and replied, "I know, but they seem to just love AJ over here, so that must mean I'm a good guy, too."

Luke leaned up and extended his pointed finger, but to nowhere in particular. "Well, here we are. Time to make history," he assured me with a grin. "What you say, Britt?"

An evil grin slowly began to play among my lips and I put my fist out in the middle like we were The Shield or something. "If anyone asks, I don't know who the hell you guys are," I reassured them with a wink and that's when our fists met in the middle. "What's the agenda tonight, guys?"

"The Usos will be taken out," Karl answered, using his hand to represent cutting his neck. "For good. You in, Bullet Babe?"

I nodded and we all came to an understanding. This was step one towards business when it's about to be picking up. Yes, the Bullet Babe is back in business!