Fireproof Flame

Rage

HERE is your winner! And the new Divas Champion, Paige!

AJ stormed to the locker room. Renee Young wanted an interview, but she was too mad for one. She just ignored the blond woman.

She sat down on one of the benches, her face in her hands. She looked up when she heard people enter. She felt even angrier when she saw that it was Paige and Emma.

"This is the perfect present," Emma gushed, her Australian accent annoying AJ.

Paige's accent annoyed her even more. "I won on my birthday. I still can't believe it."

Emma laughed.

AJ was happy they hadn't seen her. The two girls headed to the shower rooms and the New Jersey native took the moment to leave the room. She just stormed through the room, angry with everyone and everything.

Paige had beaten her again.

"Hey, AJ!" she heard the same voice from earlier.

She rolled her eyes and turned around.

"What do you want?" she asked, not in the mood to talk.

"Damn, you don't have to try and bite our heads off," Dean said, raising his hands. Seth nodded next to him. "I just wanted to see how you were doing."

"I'm just peachy. I mean, your girlfriend took the belt from me. So why would I feel bad?"

"You don't have to be a bitch about it," Dean muttered, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Don't you have a match to get to?"

Dean and Seth nodded. "Want to get drinks after? Meet us at the caterers."

AJ watched them go. She went to the caterers to watch their match.

-

AJ was at the bar with Seth and Dean. She had many shots in front of her.

"I think we should get you back to your hotel room," Seth suggested, looking at Dean. Dean shrugged and stared at AJ.

"'m fine. Not drunk."

"Yeah, and you're sentence structure is impeccable," Seth muttered, rolling his eyes. He placed AJ's arm on his shoulders and picked AJ up bridal style. "Call a cab. We all have work tomorrow."

Dean nodded.

AJ didn't remember much about going home, or getting there, or anything. But she did remember waking up with a huge headache.

It was one o'clock in the afternoon. She grabbed her phone and saw that she had a text message. It was from Paige.

She opened it and only saw one word. Okay.

AJ had no idea what that meant. She looked at her phone calls, and saw that she had called her. She had called Paige that night. But the problem was that she didn't know what she said. She didn't remember any of it, and Paige must have heard it or she wouldn't have texted a response to her.

AJ didn't have time to think about it. She had to get to work. She would ask if she saw Paige. She just hoped she wouldn't.

-

AJ was walking down the hall. She wasn't looking to where she was going. She turned the corner and bumped into someone.

"Sorry," AJ muttered. She still hadn't looked at the person she bumped into.

"It's okay," an English voice responded, the voice void of emotion.

AJ glared at the girl. "It wasn't just my fault. You weren't looking where you were walking either!"

Paige sighed and looked over the shorter girl. "I'm sorry. I'll watch where I'm going next time."

She started to walk away, and it made AJ frown. "Hey, what did I say? I know I left a voice mail on your phone, but I was too drunk to remember what. Can I know what it is?"

Paige gave her a forced smile. "It was nothing. You were just laughing and complaining about losing."

AJ frowned, knowing that wasn't it. She just nodded and walked away. She didn't know, but the exchange she had with Paige had really bothered her. What did she say?

-

PAIGE KNIGHT was in the showers. Raw was pretty much over and she had just finished her match with Natalya, that AJ had caused her and they both had their little promo.

AJ could see her phone in her bag. Her curiosity got the better of her, so she went over and grabbed the phone. AJ smiled, while she looked at the phone. She hoped that Paige didn't have a passcode for it. She slid the lock and almost jumped as it went to the home screen.

She could hear the showers, so she went to her voice mails, took a deep breath and hit call. She pressed the phone to her ear and listened to the voicemail.

"P-Paige, congrats, you've won my title, again. I-I hope you don't get too comfy with it, because I am getting it back. Do like doing that Paige? Stealing what is mine? I mean, this was my place, but you ruined it. Did you enjoy that, ruining my life?

"Well, that's what you do, ruin lives. I'm surprised that you even have friends. You couldn't pay me to be your friend, so stop trying to be. God, you are so annoying. So why don't you do me a favor, and unless we have matches or promos, stay away form me."

AJ held the phone to her ear. She couldn't believe what she heard. She had actually said that to Paige. No wonder she was in a hurry to leave.

She heard someone clear their throat behind her. She turned and was face-to-face with Paige.

"Hey," AJ told her, but the pale girl didn't answer. One hand was holding a towel to her body and the other was extended for her phone. AJ placed the phone on her hand. "About that phone call."

Paige sighed and walked to her bag. "Don't worry. I'll stay away. I promise."

AJ couldn't respond, she just watched the pale girl walk away. AJ didn't know why it bothered so much; she finally got what she wanted, right?

-

PAIGE rubbed her eyes. Her phone had just stopped ringing. Emma had woken her up, annoyed. She grabbed it and noticed she had gotten a voice mail. Yawning, she opened it and listened to the other voice.

As it came to an end, she was speechless. She didn't know what to think. She wanted to be AJ's friend. She looked up to her. But AJ wanted nothing to do with her. She could hear the drunken slur, but people say a drunken mind speaks the truth, and now she knew what AJ really thought of her.

Paige sent AJ a message, telling her okay. She was going to stay out of her life. She was going to grant her, her wish.

Paige looked at her phone. She didn't know why she tortured herself, listening to the voicemail over and over again. She must have heard it enough times she knew it word for word. She smiled softly as she rubbed her eyes.

Why did people like to hurt her?