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She trails off with a grin, leaving you quirking a brow at her as you attempt to figure out exactly which direction she’s headed in with this. After the initial speech she’d given you when you’d first let her into your dressing room, you pray that it’s another positive to top everything all off with.

“You’d better get into your gear, because I talked to Adam Pearce earlier, and guess who has a shot at the tag team titles tonight with me! Best birthday present ever, huh? See, I didn’t forget about that, either! Happy birthday!”

Liv spontaneously pulls you into a hug with a wide smile on her face, swaying you back and forth. You gladly hug her back, but your brain is still playing catch up with everything she’s just laid out on you.

Laughing softly, you eventually pull back to look at her with a smile on your face that gradually grows once you’ve finally processed that Liv has managed to get you both a tag team title shot together, tonight of all nights.

“Wait, really?!” you ask, your cheeks beginning to ache with how much you’re smiling, “Liv, that’s amazing! Thank you, oh my god-”

“It’s the least I could do for the birthday girl! Come on, you’d better get ready. We’re up soon.”

The time for your match soon rolls around, and although you really should have predicted it would happen, you didn’t expect Dom to be accompanying you and Liv down to the ring. They walk arm in arm down the ramp while you straggle behind them both, and you dismiss the nagging feeling of looking like a spare part from the forefront of your mind.

Adrenaline begins to set in as you watch Alba and Isla make their way down to the ring with Blair trailing behind them to cheer them both on at ringside. You want to prove that you more than deserve this opportunity with Liv, that it means everything to you, that you’re definitely ready for this. And when the match gets underway, that’s exactly what you do.

You and Liv work seamlessly together in the first half, executing the occasional double team move with precision as well as respectively holding your own while you cheer one another on from the apron when you aren’t the legal woman.

“C’mon, (Y/N)! We got this!”

Liv cheers to you from where she stands on the apron, stomping her foot against the steel steps while she attempts to amp you up for a hot tag halfway through the match. You clamber up onto your knees, recovering from a rather heavy hit from Alba, who’s almost made it to her own corner to tag Isla in.

What you don’t see, however, is Dom scrambling up onto the apron to flag the referee down in hopes of providing a distraction, making him miss your opponents’ tag. To an extent, it works, and the referee does miss the initial tag, but it also massively backfires on Dom, too.

Blair, having had enough of his tactics, sweeps Dom’s legs from under him, sending him tumbling to the floor outside the ring. She continues stomping him outside the ring, ensuring that he stays down, and Liv decides that she can’t simply sit back and watch it happen. Liv hops off the apron and charges towards Blair at light speed, forcing her to retreat, all while leaving you in the ring to fend for yourself, the odds now stacked against you.

“Liv, what the- I need you here!”

You yell at her, but she’s too occupied with Dom to even spare a glance towards you, sitting in the corner waiting on her. Alba makes a successful tag to Isla this time around, and they both seize the opportunity to land a devastating double team move on you to put you out for good.

One…two…three!

The bell rings once you’ve taken the fall, and you’re left there in the centre of the ring, staring up at the lights in the arena, processing what had just transpired. Liv left you out to dry mid-match in favour of Dom, and it massively cost you.

When you come to, you roll onto your stomach and slowly crawl to the side of the ring where Liv and Dom still remain outside, with Liv fussing over him. You lean over the bottom rope, prepared to rapid fire questions that sit on the tip of your tongue towards an unsuspecting Liv, but what you hear stops you dead in your tracks.

“It doesn’t even matter, Dom,” she tells him, slowly helping him back up to his feet, “You’re way more important to me than the titles, anyway.”

Liv’s words hit harder than a punch to the gut. After everything you’ve done for her, all the loyalty you’ve shown her right from the very beginning, how could she turn around and say something like that?

Seeing red, you roll out of the ring to stand behind them, fueled by a mix of emotions as you gauge exactly what your next move is about to be. You act purely on impulse, reaching out to Dom first of all to rip him away from Liv before you execute a devastating suplex on him outside the ring. The crowd are behind you all the way as you do, roaring with cheers and an outpour of support for you.

Liv gasps, her eyes wide in shock as she slowly swivels around to face you. She tries to run around the ring from you, but you’re too quick for her. You catch hold of her, and without missing a beat, you deliver a suplex to her outside the ring, too, while the crowd erupts into another bout of cheers as you stand over Liv.

“I didn’t want to believe it, Liv,” your words are full of venom as you spit them at her, “But deep down, I was right. After everything I’ve done for you! Dom’s all that matters to you now, huh?!”

You see the realisation dawn on Liv in that moment, that you’re done with her, that this was the final nail in the coffin for you. You kneel down, becoming more level with Liv as you look her dead in the eyes, your next words final.