Trust Comes First (A WWE Fanfic)

Chapter 44 Stuck in the Middle

Smackdown

I was dressed in the Diva's locker room ready to go. I had a match against Paige tonight who was still raving mad about her loss to Nikki. They were also starting contender matches for TLC in over a month. I knew I would have to defend my title before then but I was ready. I was still furious and I was bringing that into my match with me. Nikki, Brie and Alicia walked in, all flushed sweating and feeling victorious. They had taken out Team BAD and I high fived them as they walked in.

"You ready Lila?" Alicia smirked, rubbing her face with a towel.

"Always. I have enough energy to light up this arena." I laughed, smoothing down the tape on my hands.

I turned to the TV, my jaw dropping. Everyone turned and Brie turned it up, using the remote. Phil was standing in the middle of the ring, alone. He had a mic in his hand and he looked livid. His eyes were narrowed to slits as he stared up at the stage.

"I want a match tonight ladies and gentleman." He announced, voice shaking with anger, "I just want one match for everything that happened to me on RAW this past week."

He broke off, running a hand through his hair as he looked around the stadium. They were shouting encouragements and I crossed my arms over my chest, wondering what the hell he was doing. He composed himself for a second before raising the mic again.

"I am not innocent in everything but neither is Lila. Our dirty laundry should not have been aired on national television!" he shouted, face angry, "Especially by someone who doesn't even deserve to be in the same room as her!"

Nikki stood on one side of me, Brie on the other and Alicia at my back. We watched him try and control himself.

"You know I'm talking about the biggest of the guard dogs for the Authority!" he shouted again, voice dripping with disdain, "The one who turned his back on her, the one who threw her to that animal Batista 4 years ago! You know I'm talking about you Roman! I want my match Steph and Hunter and I want it now!"

He threw the mic down, pacing back and forth in the ring, watching the stage. I felt all the color drain from my face. Suddenly the Authority's music played and Steph's face lit up the screen. She knew better than to come out with Phil acting the way he was. She smirked at him and I frowned at her smug face.

"You want a match against Roman Reigns Punk?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow, "You got it."

Phil grinned as he grabbed the ropes, pulling on them. He ripped off his shirt, throwing it out of the ring as he rotated his neck, bouncing up and down.

"You and Roman tonight and Lila is going to watch from ringside." She announced, making Phil's grin slip off and my heart drop, as he picked up the mic.

"No, no, no." he shook his head, pointing a finger at the screen, "That wasn't part of this."

"Don't you get it yet Punk?" she laughed, her laugh grating on my already frayed nerves, "You don't make the rules. I do. She is part of this Punk. She is the reason for this. I just hope you remember that when you're lying on that mat."

With those parting words the screen went blank and it zoomed to Phil's face which was frustrated. It cut off and a shot of Phil and Roman came up announcing their match next after the commercial break.

"Ah what the fuck." I blew out a breath, pinching the bridge of my nose between my fingers.

"What the hell are you going to do?" Brie asked, putting a hand on my back, "You can't go out there and watch your two former best friends beat the living crap out of each other."