Rampaige. [Editing]

Tape

June 9: Monday Night RAW - Minneapolis, MN: Target Center

(3 hours before show time)

PAIGE POV-

I find it surprising that I'm able to concentrate on another life other than just wrestling. It's always been about the wrestling. But now, that's being put behind this concept named love.

Woah Saraya, what?

It's insane. I guess it is still technically the same because the guy I'm with is in wrestling. I've never had a person that I can say I'm dating. Well, dating seriously anyway.

Wrapping up another live event, the match I had was almost a blur. Hopefully the fans didn't notice that my mind was somewhere far away. Keeping up this juggling act is not an easy task.

On top of it, the Divas locker room is full of talk about me and Phil.

The word must've gotten out that AJ left Phil because her husband fell in love with somebody else.

Fell in love with me.

I thought the target on my back for having the Divas Championship was bad, try having the title of "homewrecker" around your neck.

Congrats Paige, you're once again the undisputed champion...

Every time I enter the fray of Divas in the locker room, all eyes point to me. It's kind of eerie. And it's worse when that becomes an automatic shunning as they whisper shit behind my back. It's similar to high school, but less petty and more controversial.

I hate it.

In that group of hyenas called Divas, I have to stand alone. I have to assert my dignity, or whatever's left of it.

Summers not back. And Emma absolutely HATES the locker room. So she doesn't really go in there.

The dirt stained feeling quickly flees when I see Punk, though. It's all okay whenever I'm with him. When we're seen together backstage, opposing opinions get thrown in our direction like darts. He seems to not care because he's never phased by it. It must be those years of experience in the WWE where he was treated like a joke to the top guys yet he still managed to persevere past it, being able to call himself a former WWE Champion. Phil knows what ridicule is, but chooses to put it aside.

That's what I have to do now.

"Hey Paige," Speaking of, Phil comes over and kisses the side of my head, "you look like you've been thinking. What's up?"

He's beginning to be more comfortable with our relationship. We're out in the open as the crew is packing up the arena, people rushing back and forth with no breaks.

Phil's hand goes around my waist and rests on the left pocket as he pulls me close. His touch makes my skin surge.

I look up to his face, "Yeah, I've been thinking a lot lately. I can't help it." He smells of a type of ocean-like cologne, it's nice on him.

"Oh, well I'm glad I'm not alone on that. Did you wanna talk about it?" His sincerity is adorable.

"It's nothing, really. It's mostly about the Divas. They're talking shit behind my back and I don't want to say it, but it stings. Just a little."

His grip tightens to where our bodies touch, "The guys are giving me a hard time too, but you don't have to listen to them. Saraya, those girls don't understand, and most importantly, they're not you. Keep it business with them. Have your matches and work hard, that's all you need to do. Don't give them the satisfaction that you're paying attention to their thoughts about us."