A/N: Enjoy the last chapter of Fatal Attraction, y'all! Sorry it's so late! I've had a very hectic semester!

Chapter Twenty-Five: Be Careful What You Wish For

-Takeover Dallas, April 1st, 2016-

To say that Bayley was nervous for her match that was just moments away was an understatement. She had trained hard for this match. Harder than she had ever trained before, and that was including her Iron Woman match against Sasha Banks at Takeover Respect.

The current NXT Women's champion was well aware of the fact she had never, ever faced anyone like Asuka before, and she was open to the challenge. In fact, she loved the idea of of a challenge, only because she knew it would make her that it would make her stronger, and Bayley was always open to the idea of trying to make herself a better wrestler.

The professional huggers match against Asuka was unlike an match Bayley had ever been in. The kicks Asuka hit her with were indeed painful, although it wasn't anything Bayley couldn't handle.

Throughout the match, all Bayley kept telling herself to do was fight. Was to fight for her championship, her fans, and all the little girl's lives she had changed around the world since she became NXT Women's champion last August.

Bayley told herself that she wouldn't give up, she would keep fighting until the very end. That's exactly what she ended up doing. Bayley fought like hell in the match until she passed out. She didn't submit, or get pinned for three seconds. Her body simply reached its breaking point, and the California passed out in the middle of the ring.

Making her way backstage, Bayley tried her best not to be sad. Tried her best not to cry. It was hard for her not to be sad. She felt strange without the belt. She felt empty. The belt had been a part of her for over two hundred days. This wasn't going to be an easy loss for her to take by any means.

The feeling of someone wrapping their arms around Bayley brought her out of the trance she was in, and caused her to gasp softly. She hadn't noticed Finn walking up to her, but she relaxed instantly once she knew it was his arms she was in. "I can't believe I lost my title Finn, I…." she trailed off, unsure of what to say. Bayley couldn't find the words she needed to explain the way she was feeling right now. "I wasn't ready to feel like this...I loved being NXT Women's champion, and now it's gone and I don't know how I'm supposed to be feeling right now…"

"I know, Bayley. I know." Finn softly repeated as he ran his fingers through her long brown hair, trying to comfort her the best he could before his own title defense. "Listen, I don't have too much time right now Bayley, 'cause I gotta get ready for my own match, but afterwards, we can grab some food, and travel back to the hotel together. It's gonna be okay, Bayley. I promise. I'm here for you. I'm gonna do everything I can to cheer you up. Make ya feel better."

"Okay," Bayley replied in a quiet whisper before forcing herself to pick her head up out of Finn's chest and giving him a weak smile. "Good luck."

"Thanks!" Finn responded before kissing her forehead, and then heading down to the ring for what he knew was going to be one hell of a match.

The moment Finn got backstage, he was the one who was being brought into a hug. He chuckled softly. He loved sharing hugs with Bayley. He knew that deep down, the two of them were meant to be so much more than friends.

He just had to find the time to ask her out on a date. A real date. Sighting, he took a deep breath. He knew that there was no better time than the present. "Bayley….what would you say if I asked you out on a date? an actual date? Where we both dress up nice, and go somewhere fancy. Because my heart...it aches for you, Bayley. I'm in love with you, and I have been for a long time. I've just been too afraid to say anything."

-WrestleMania, April 3rd, 2016-

Having a shot at the intercontinental championship again meant a lot to Miz. He wanted to do everything in his power that he could to give Madelyn and Eve a good life. He knew that if he somehow become champion again, that it would help him get more screen time. He knew that just having a WrestleMania match alone would help him get more money to raise Madelyn, and give her the life she deserved to have.

Coming up short in his title match was hard. Miz wanted Eve to be proud of him, and he wanted to be able to say that he was someone. He so badly wanted to make Madelyn proud, too. When she got older, he was wanted to be able to tell her all of the things he accomplished, and he wanted her to be proud of who her father was. Of everything he had done for the company.

So when he had the title slip through his fingers, and fell of the ladder moments later, he felt his heart sink into the pit of his stomach. There went the chance he had to make his daughter proud. The sound of Zack Ryder's music playing throughout the arena only made him feel even worse. It was bad enough that he lost the match, but losing to someone like Zack Ryder was a slap in the face.

Making his way backstage, the Miz went to his locker room right away. He was mad at himself for losing the match. For sitting on the ladder so long. He should've just grabbed the damn title. Sighing heavily, he opened the door to his locker room.

He couldn't stop the smile from crossing his lips when he looked up to see Eve standing there with Madelyn on her hip as the Denver native leaned against the far wall for support.

Walking in as he slowly closed the door behind him, he suddenly didn't feel as angry. "Hi," he said softly.

"Hey," Eve replied, walking over to where Miz was standing. "We're proud of you. You did really great out there."

"I didn't do nearly good enough," Miz mumbled, taking Madelyn from Eve as he placed a kiss on her forehead. "Hey, baby girl. Daddy missed you so much. You know that? I love you."

Frowning, Eve stepped forward, and kissed Mike on the lips. "Hey," she said gently, as she stroked his cheek with her thumb. "You did do great out there, baby. I know that you're disappointed in yourself right now, but I'm not and neither is our daughter, okay? I need you to understand that. I need you to know that. Mike...looking in your eyes right now, I can see the disappointment. I know that you feel as though you let Madelyn down. But...you haven't, and deep down I know that you know you haven't disappointed her either. Babe...Madelyn doesn't care about how many titles you've held, how many matches you've won. None of that matters to her, Mike. What does matter to her is you. You matter to her. You and how often you are in her life. Mike...as long as you are a good father to her, and a good husband to me...isn't that all that matters?"

The sound of Madelyn cooing made Mike smile. "Of course that's all that matters to me. I've done everything there is to do in this company, and I am proud of everything accomplished. I guess that...the feeling of holding the title again, to have my name associated with a title when I go down to the ring...it's the best feeling in the world. One of the best feelings in the world; and I wanted to be able to feel that again. To feel important to the company again, you know? Be someone. I mean...while holding those titles are proud moments for me...nobs of those are my proudest moment. My proudest moment is the day Madelyn came into the world, and it always will be. Nothing will ever top that feeling. What I will tell you though is...the day you finally become my wife….that'll be a very close second. I love you, Eve, and I'm going to love you forever. Nothing will ever change that."

Blinking away her eyes tears as Eve gave Miz a warm smile, she kissed him softly. "There's the boy I love." She said quietly. Come on, let's get out of here a little early. Let's all go rest. You could use it, and it's been a really long weekend for our baby girl."

Nodding his head in agreement, Mike returned the kiss, and then got ready to head back to the hotel with Eve and their daughter. He had everything he needed right here. He didn't need a championship to make him happy, his life was perfect.

-Dean Ambrose VS Brock Lesnar-

Renee couldn't help but to pace backstage as she watched Dean's match. She could feel her heart pounding faster than she ever knew was possible. The Canadian blonde didn't even know what she could be this nervous. She was upset with herself. She should've told Dean that she loved him before he went out there tonight. Before he had to face the kind of pain he knew was going to be put through. "Please be careful," Renee whispered to herself.

It was no secret that Dean was absolutely used to the feeling of pain. Physical pain or otherwise. So when Brock started to throw him around with the suplexes, Dean knew that he could take them. Sure, he would be feeling this come tomorrow morning, but Brock shouldn't have started a war he couldn't finish. It was that simple.

Wanting to take advantage that this match had no rules, Ambrose pulled out the chainsaw he had gotten a couple of weeks ago from underneath the ring. The only problem being that it wouldn't start.

Dean had to admit, he was starting to get frustrated. This was a match that he just simply could not lose. He needed to win this match to prove himself to everyone. To prove that he did belong here. He also wanted to prove all of this to himself. Lately it seemed as though he had been losing sight of himself, of what he used to be worth, and what he used to be capable of. He had to get that back, and he knew that winning this match against The Beast tonight would be the start of all of this.

Since he couldn't get the chainsaw to start, he had one more thing he could try to use, and that being the. barbwire bat that he was given. Pulling it out from under the ring, he brought it close to his face, chuckling softly. There was no doubt in his mind that people thought he was crazy. That didn't matter to him. He never gave a damn what people thought before, and he sure as hell wasn't going to start now either.

He never got to hit Lesnar with the bat however, and after an F-5, and three seconds later. It was over. He had lost yet another match. He had no idea where in the hell he was going to go from here, but one thing he did know was that he was absolutely pissed at himself. When in the hell was he going to be able to get the job done when it counted the most?

Storming backstage, Ambrose tried his very best to ignore all of the pain that was shooting through every single inch of his body. Slamming the door to his locker room shut behind him, he let out a frustrated scream before punching the wall. He was disappointed in himself. He had to find a way to get himself out of this slump he had somehow gotten himself so deep into that he didn't even know which way was up. He didn't know how he was going to do it, or what it was going to take. Nonetheless, he knew he was going to find a way.

An hour later, he meant up with Renee so the two of them could go to the hotel together. In the ten minutes they had spent together before finally exiting the arena, neither of them had said a single word. It was only when they had made halfway it to the car that Dean had finally spoken. "Fuck," he muttered. "I forgot my phone in my locker room. I'll be right back, okay?"

"Do you want me to go with you?"

Ambrose quickly shook his head. "Nah, that's alright. I'll be less than ninety seconds. I promise. Go ahead and start the car. I'll be right back." He told her, before hesitating, and placing a kiss on her forehead.

Smiling, Renee shyly watched Dean jog towards the entrance of the arena as she tucked her blonde hair behind her ear. The blonde bombshell knew tonight had to be the night she told him that she was in love with him. She couldn't keep in a secret anymore.

Making her way to their car like Ambrose had told her to, she pulled his leather jacket a little tighter around her torso. She loved whenever he gave her the offer to wear it. If made her feel special and even safe. Plus, she found his scent calming sometimes. Truth be told, it creeped her out to be alone in a dark parking lot. They had stuck around the arena a little longer than usual and now were the last ones to leave. Renee had no problem waiting around a little longer to leave the arena. She knew that Dean was upset, and wanted to give the Ohio native as much time as he needed.

The sound of squealing tires caused Renee to jump, and the next thing she knew she was on the hood of a car, rolling halfway up the windshield before she could feel the car coming to a halting stop. That was the last thing she remembered before her entire world went black. She never heard the sound of that same car taking off out of the parking lot.

Relieved that Dean found his phone right where he left it, he quickly stuck it in the back pocket of his jeans before jogging back towards the doors that would lead him to the parking lot.

When he stepped outside, he could see a body lying on the cool, black concrete as a loud clap of thunder boomed in the sky. Once he was close enough, he was able to see that it was Renee. "Renee!" he screamed, dropping down onto his knees beside her as he slowly turned his head towards him.

Ambrose could feel his heart rate start to increase as he called out her name again only to get no response. "Renee!" He said again, this time the pain in his voice was clear as it broke. Taking his cell phone out his back pocket, he shakily dialed 911. He didn't even know what to tell them because he had no clue of what happened. His head was spinning, and he felt sick to his stomach. Even though he had just called for help, and they told him that someone was on their way, seconds felt like minutes, and minutes felt like hours.

Why was it that trouble always seemed to follow him? No matter how hard he tried to stay away from it, trouble always found him. Letting out an agonizing scream, Dean looked up at the sky as though he was looking for some kind of answer. Although the only thing he got was the feeling of cool rain pouring down on him.

Looking down at Renee's unconscious body he waited for the ambulance to show up, he was unable to ignore the pain he was feeling. The feeling of guilt had once again found its way into his chest and he hated it. He somehow always managed to put Renee in danger, and Ambrose knew that Renee deserved so much more than that. She deserved so much better than a screw up like him. "I'm so sorry," he mumbled. "I'm so...fuckin' sorry. God, I can't get anything right, can I darlin'?" He asked with a light chuckle, and the shake of his head. "You gotta stay the hell away from me, sweetheart. I know you told me that you would never walk away from me, that you would always be there...but you gotta go. 'Cause if you don't…" Dean trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

The sound of the sirens let Dean know that they were close. He hold onto Renee's body probably a little bit tighter than he should have, but he couldn't help himself. He would never forgive himself if Renee couldn't come back from this. He could barely forgive himself for when Renee had gotten shot last year. It was when she was with him. He never brought Renee any happiness, only pain and misery.

As he watched the paramedics place Renee's body on a stretcher, he stood there in the rain, feeling numb. So numb to the point he was pretty sure he couldn't feel anything. He let out a shaky breath as he watched them load her into the ambulance, before closing both of the red doors.

It took everything inside of Dean for him not to jump into that ambulance, to go with her. He wasn't going to go with her to the hospital because he was going to let her go. Deep down, Ambrose knew that Renee would be so much better off the moment he was no longer in her life. Then she could start living her life again. The right away.

Standing there in the rain as he watched the ambulance drive away, Dean suddenly realized the real reason he was letting Renee go.

He had fallen in love with her.

A/N: Whelp...that will bring Fatal Attraction to a close! Don't worry, the third and final part of this series will be posted very soon! I finish my classes on the second on May, and have my graduation on May 7th, and I will finally have my associates degree! This also means I'll have a lot more time to write, and I can't wait! Thanks for sticking around for this crazy ride guys, and I'll see you soon with the the conclusion to all of this! Keep an eye out! - Melly.