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Daisy’s POV
December 23rd, 2025
Blake’s Apartment, Orlando, Florida…
Denial, bargaining, anger, depression and acceptance, the five stages of grief that occur after a tragic loss. Most of the time, the cycle is one and done; the stages can take weeks or months to get through with some lingering more than others. Or if you are a particular woman that’s sitting on the couch in front of me, it’s multiple times daily. Blake Monroe is a shell of her former self. Mariah May wouldn’t be sitting here crying over losing that title. No, that woman would plot her revenge, to ensure she reclaims what was lost. A woman that would leave no stone unturned, her hands coated in the blood of whoever dared intervene in her mission. It’s pathetic how far she’s fallen.
This was very obviously done on purpose to screw her over, to punish her for nothing. I’ve tried to remind her of that but the ‘Woman from Hell’ has yet to make another appearance. Humiliation at its finest, losing her title to a woman that belongs with the Chipettes more than the NXT roster. Thea Hail does not deserve that championship but with how she’s acting, neither does Blake Monroe. Where was the woman that was needed to deal with Thea Hail? She’s awakened before, and I am well-aware that she never died on that stage. Mariah’s still in there. I’ve seen that sparkle in her eyes whenever said change takes place. Whenever her hand is wrapped around my throat and that sinister smirk emerges, it provides me with a sort of euphoria knowing that I’m a factor in bringing such a beast out of her cage.
Whether or not she desires it, Mariah and Blake need to become the same entity. The Glamour and the Woman from Hell, shouldn’t co-exist together. One way or another, it’s going to happen. But first, I need this sulking abomination to get the fuck over herself. Whining about the past isn’t going to get her anywhere. The wound is still fresh, but that’s the best time to enact revenge. Blake has barely moved from the sofa; her eyes glued to her phone. Judging by the repetitive and annoying audio, she’s watching TikToks in a shallow attempt to cheer herself up.
Part of me shouldn’t even bother dealing with Blake Monroe, but this opportunity was too perfect. The opportunity that was bestowed upon me by our Darling doofus of a GM, Ava. That pitiful attack on Sol Ruca was never meant to harm her, but to send a message. To terrify the locker room that someone like me could strike at any moment, Miss Selfish Surfer happened to be the perfect target. But I can hear the questions forming in your head, stupid questions mind you. Daisy, why did you use Blake’s car? What if you actually hit Sol? What if you killed her? If that stinky surfer bitch couldn’t move out of the way with how slow I was going, she would have deserved it. Now whenever it comes to Blakey and her vehicle, her being distracted was my perfect chance. While on the phone with someone, I observed her from a distance. Granted Lola was chatting up a storm, but I pretended to listen and be fixated on my phone. There was no sound or visual indication that she locked her rental up. I was right, and she was the perfect culprit to put the blame on.
Isn’t this what I wanted for quite some time now? To be around such an inspirational woman, one that can truly understand the real me. Not the mask I continue to wear; I don’t need those weaklings as my friends. They don’t deserve to be friends with someone as marvelous as me. The woman that entices me with her vicious demeanor and calculated destruction. Oh, Mariah May was such a demoness and Blake Monroe needs to step back up to that level again. I remember how my heart thumped as I watched her brutally batter Toni Storm, leaving that scarlet bimbo a bleeding and destroyed mess. I wouldn’t say that Mariah May was an ‘idol’ of mine; she was a fixation, one that had me going and studying her Stardom material. The cutesy babyface wasn’t the same; I could tell it was a sham from the start. There was talent from the beginning however pretending to be something you are not can only get you so far in life.
I’m tired of this bullshit; this whining mess needs to snap out of this. What we have now is a whimpering kit in a forest full of predators. No one else is going to sink their fangs into Blakey’s neck but me. She’s mine. My lips curled into a satisfied grin as I took a couple steps toward her. My shadow hovering over her as those wounded, pitiful hazel eyes glared up at me. “Now Blakey, doomscrolling on TikTok is not going to regain your NXT North American Women’s Championship, is it?”
The way her lips twitched told me that I’ve already aggravated her, that’s not hard. “Oh, fuck off, pet!” She spat, tossing her phone over to the side. Whenever Blakey is furious, that’s whenever she is my favorite. The cat and mouse game is way more entertaining this way, albeit a tad predictable. Sometimes knowing the outcome is beneficial. “Did you not see the travesty that took place out there last week?!”
Obviously, I saw, during that time I was able to officially meet Blake’s former fling, Muscle Muffin. As a veteran in the business, I made sure to get some tips and information from her. She’s too kind for her own good, it’s no wonder that Blakey was able to exploit her so easily. Hm, I wonder how many of those fools I’ll be able to play by keeping a beautiful smile and pretending to be friendly. “Yes, I did but moping around isn’t going to do anything about it.”
The blonde woman stood from the couch, reaching and grabbing her phone. Clearly still distraught, Blakey started pacing back and forth. “They’re out to get me. Of course, you wouldn’t understand what it feels like to lose a championship seeing so you’ve never held one that meant anything.” If anything, your title was a secondary or mid-card title in comparison to mine. The Reinas de Reina Championship is the women’s world title in AAA. My reign was literally double the length of yours. Who truly held the title that meant nothing? I was so close to being a double champion until that bitch attempted to break my arm. One of the toughest opponents I’ve ever faced. I didn’t lose because of conspiracy. “You know what, I bet that power tripping nepo baby bitch of a mayor is the one behind all of this treachery. S-She had to of paid off that corrupt bastard of a referee to screw me over. A-And Ava’s had it out for me since day one, she’s jealous that my short stint here thus far has amounted to more success in her pathetic and shallow attempt at a wrestling career.”
The amount of pacing Blakey is doing right now is making me disorientated; she’s going to make a hole in the carpet. “Do you hear yourself right now?” Her pace slowed to a halt, her eyes narrowing at me. “Perhaps you are right and that fucking disgrace of a General Manager really did manage to orchestrate this screwjob.”
“Yes! That’s what I’ve been saying.” She exclaimed dramatically, shrugging her shoulders. “Haven’t you been listening to me, pet?”
If there was a way to drown out her nonsense, I would have been abusing that peace and quiet. At first, I was enjoying the sadness and the tears, they tasted delicious, however now, I’m angry that I’m not the reason why they roll down her beautiful face. “Unfortunately, the only thing I’ve heard for the past few days is your crying and bitching, Blakey.”
My nickname for the Glamour has managed to piss her off once again. She stormed over to me. I told you she can be very predictable. “Stop calling me that stupid pet name. You have no right.”
“Make me stop.” A smirk appeared on my lips as I waited for a response from my so-called mentor, Blake scowled. In a blink of an eye, her hand slapped me across my cheek. The sting of the impact caused me to hum out in content. “Oh, you can do better than that, harder.” I cooed, knowing that she isn’t going to let me down. Blake slapped me again; this time actually managed to hurt a bit. “Harder.” Again, Blakey’s hand made its home on my face. Yes.
The spark of fury in her eyes as she stared at me with a pleased grin on her lips. That same look that I adore seeing from her; that’s the Blake Monroe I want to see. “That’s more like it, Blakey.” Not that sobbing and delusional mess that’s been inhabiting her body. Before the blonde could pull her hand away from my face, I reached up, lacing my hand together with hers. Blake clicked her lips a couple times, arching her brow as she continued to stare at me. “Now where’s that hatred for the stupid blonde banshee that took away your precious baby, hm? Do you not remember our plan?”
“Ah ha, I do recall our conversation before resuming our nefarious and intimate activities.” Not long after discussing our potential plans on how to deal with Thea Hail, and a second shower that morning, Blake’s mental state took five steps backwards. Despite having numerous opportunities to storm into Ava’s office and demand the rematch she rightfully is obligated too, she never did. Hell, we’ve barely gone to the gym to workout let alone gone to the Performance Center.
That mischievous look on her face caused me to smile. The cycle of our ‘situationship’ goes in a delightful circle. Teasing, scheming, intentionally pissing her off to the point where she fucks me, at least I can tell Ava that I’m keeping her under control. She’ll believe any lie I spout. “Hm, as do I.” How could I ever forget such bliss with a healthy mixture of pain, the right amount to get your heart pumping and blood flowing. Hidden underneath my clothes are constant reminders that my plan is working. Blakey’s well aware that I’m using her to my advantage, and vice versa. I don’t care how she intends to use me; I welcome it. But first, I’m going to do most of the work and get the Glamour to stop being such a whiny bitch. I like when she’s a mean bitch, that’s whenever the fun is at its highest. “Blakey, come on.”
I didn’t give her time to say something stupid; I tugged her along with me. “Ugh pet, where are you taking me?” She asked but didn’t fight out of my grasp.
“To the bathroom.” If she’d look with her own two eyes, she could deduce where I’m dragging her. We are in her bedroom; there’s literally two options now. Sometimes I am left to be curious about how much the hair dye affected her intelligence.
“Do you need a chaperone to take a piss or something?” Blakey retorted sarcastically.
I rolled my eyes, leading her into the bathroom. Releasing her hand, I gestured to the massive mirror in front of us. “Look in the mirror and tell me what you see?”
Blake did as instructed, turning to stare at her reflection. Her smile never faded, as she bit her finger with a small giggle escaping her. “Obviously the Glamour, mwah, and her stupid pet that is wasting my valuable time.”
How can she stare at what is in front of us and smile? Blakey’s appearance is so disheveled in comparison to her normal glamorous self. I’ll admit she’s still beautiful, but there is a big difference between the two. “Yes, because you were so productive scrolling on TikTok the past two hours.” Blake rolled her eyes at my truthful remark. “Do you know what I see?”
“I don’t care but you’re going to tell me anyway.”
I couldn’t help but smirk at her answer. I am going to have fun showing her how resourceful a woman such as myself can be. “I am because you need to hear it. This is not how the Glamour should behave. This is not how the Woman from Hell would be acting. She wouldn’t be sulking about. Tell me, what would she say to you?”
“...” My question caused Blake to turn away from the mirror to stare at me. But I never turned to acknowledge her gaze. Her finger out of her mouth, the blonde remained silent but deep in thought. Has she truly lost that side of her? No. Blake parted her lips to speak a few times, but not a singular sound was uttered. She’s really struggling.
But struggling due to that coked-out child is not how this story ends, the pen and paper is in my grasp. I have no intention of changing my supporting lead, Blakey’s perfect for what I yearn for. “Maybe something like…” I circled behind her, resting my hands on her shoulders, giving them a small squeeze...
I was expecting her to protest and pry my hands away, maybe even slap me again but instead, Blake stared at the mirror curiously watching me. “Remember whenever you told me that the light would never burn out. That no one was going to take that title away from you. That you worked hard to get to where you are now. All of that talk to be silenced by that stupid blonde banshee, Thea Hail. The spotlight that you seek, our spotlight, has now been dimmed.” The mention of Thea caused a scowl to appear on Blakey’s face. Good, that means she’s actually listening to me, for once. “You wanted to be clean and polished, but even the strongest stone cracks underneath the pressure.”
There was a brief pause; I clicked my lips together seeing if she was going to answer me or allow me to proceed. Blakey remained deep in thought. A content hum left me as I shifted her body around to completely face me and back to the mirror. “The Glamour is now an afterthought. Is that what you wanted for us? To be reduced to a sham, a joke of what we once were. You’re better than this, Blake. I know it. You know it. I can’t help you until you get your head out of your arse and demand that rematch. What are you waiting for? Show them who we are.” Wow, who knew that I was so good at portraying a Hellish woman? Oh wait, I did.
There was a particular light in those hazel eyes of hers, one that I have seen before. It’s not the same as what I wanted her to be, but it’s a start. Blake’s scowl was replaced with a more pleased look as she raised her hand up toward me. “Your intelligence is starting to really fascinate me, Daisy Darling.” Her index finger twirls a strand of my hair. “I’m starting to understand this... hmm... alliance is very beneficial. Not a perfect impersonation; you didn’t even attempt to convey my accent. But your words were similar to hers. You were very thorough in your research on me, weren’t you?” What kind of stupid question is that? The fact remains that I probably know Blakey better than she knows herself. That head of hers is a complicated puzzle, but I’m determined to solve every piece.
“I think you already know the answer to that.” I said smugly, her lips curled upwards into a smile. Her other hand ran up and down my chest, caressing my exposed skin. The blonde leaned over and planted a small peck to my lips. “Also, I’m not going to attempt an accent that sounds way more elegant from your bitchy lips.” I’m a wrestler, not some Broadway star or voice actress. I adore the sound of my own voice.
The Glamour ceased playing with my hair, pressing her finger against my lips as she chuckled. “Hm, you weren’t complaining about these ‘bitchy’ lips last night.”
“Obviously not, I prefer whenever that mouth of yours is occupied.” Teasing her is so effortless, especially when Blake makes it so easy. There are times that I love to hear her talk but most times, I’d rather her lips be doing something that I’d actually enjoy instead. If she thinks that kissing me every so often and fucking me is going to keep me wrapped around her manicured fingers, she’s wrong. I’m choosing to do this. I can quit anytime I damn well please. “Come on Blakey, we need to prepare and you need to get that rematch.” I reached over to the counter and grabbed her make up bag and tossed it at her. A grunt left the older woman as she barely managed to not get whacked in the face. Let her prepare for her mission tonight, meanwhile I guess I’ll have some free time to see what I can get into.
Before the Show.. WWE Performance Center, Orlando, Florida
Not even ten seconds after getting out of her vehicle was Blake already starting on her nonsense. Whenever we aren’t in her private quarters, they are certain roles that need to be played. We despise each other. I opened the trunk and placed her luggage gently down to the ground. I rolled it over to the blonde woman wearing a pink silk robe, white lingerie and not any kind of ring gear. Blake arched her brow, giving me an offended look as she pushed the luggage back over toward me. “Pet, I’m going to freshen up and attempt to find that damn referee and give him a piece of my mind. Get my belongings to my locker room, no dilly-dallying. And you are NOT to converse with the diseased peasants that roam here, understood?” I’m not sure, Blakey, are you trying to blend in with said diseased peasants? Heh, just a slight rib, maybe.
Exhaling a loud, dramatic sigh, I snatched the handle of the luggage which pleased her. “Crystal clear, Blakey Poo. Go get your rematch so you can stop being a depressed bitch. Not a fan of this kind of whining from you.” I cooed seductively, focusing on closing the trunk and double checking that the car was locked up. At least I’m cautious unlike a certain glamourous woman.
“Shut up! Urgh, you are such a nuisance.” She spat, turning away and storming off in the direction of the entrance. A small chuckle left me, I watched her walk away, it’s one of my favorite sights, that’s for sure. “Breathe Blake, breathe. She doesn’t matter right now.” I barely heard her mumble out, like she’s trying to calm herself down. I love how much I get underneath her skin, in more ways than one.
“And she resulting to talking to herself…”
Several seconds pass, and I watch Blake disappear from my sight to do lord knows what. If she beats up Thea, Blakey better get a video of that. She better not have too much fun without me there to witness it. I’ll need some kind of material to entertain myself while she’s gone. A couple steps away from the SUV, and I heard a familiar voice calling out to me. “Hey Daisy, the cunt gone already?”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. These fools make it easy. My lips curled into a grin, turning and facing one of my new ‘friends’. Hm, that’s weird. Normally the two are inseparable, but only one of them is out here. “Hey Zaria, yeah, she’s off my ass for now. Where’s Sol?”
“Sunshine’s already inside, I told her to rest that leg but she’s not listening. She’s very stubborn.” Giving someone like Sol a loving nickname is disgusting, especially after how she’s using Zaria. Blake was telling the truth and this meathead wouldn’t listen. It’s a shame but maybe one day, this relationship will crumble and fall apart. Who’s going to snap first? My money is on Zaria.
Sol doesn’t deserve to be pampered; she didn’t sustain anything more than a few scratches from my scare tactic. “She doesn’t seem like the type to sit around.”
“Not at all.” Do I actually care enough to keep this conversation going? Hell no. But I need to play the part, I hung out with them last week, the morning after Blakey crashed out. Miss Handstand and her dumbass meathead invited me to the gym. I met them and had a little workout, a shower, and then went to get some breakfast. It was the least I could do after the sex the night prior. I knew she couldn’t resist me for very long. If I want a woman, I’ll get her by any means necessary. “Say, do you have any plans for Chrissie this year?” The redhead asked, managing to catch me off guard.
“No. Blake’s flying out tomorrow so I’ll have a couple days to breathe.” Those days are going to be spent in boredom. There’s no way in hell I’m going up to Canada, not on this short of notice. The only reason I’d consider going is for my younger brothers, but they are teenagers now; they don’t need their big sister anymore. Ma will be too far up that man’s ass to pay me much mind. I guess maybe giving my father a call wouldn’t hurt. Is he back from his honeymoon? I missed that wedding but no matter, I was able to call him while Blakey was taking a bubble bath to congratulate him and apologize for not being there.
“Sol and I were wanting to get some of the girls together and exchange some prezzies, have a slumber party and such. That is, if you wanna come, no pressure.” Wow, I’ve had barely a handful of conversations with them and the loving couple, (are they a couple?) are inviting me to gatherings. I don’t have to do much around here to gain people’s trust.
My smile grew as I presented a more bashful demeanor to this Aussie brute. I feigned surprise. “Oh, I’m flattered. Uh, can you help me with some presents for the girls then?” The doofus nodded. Great, I have two days to attempt to get some gifts for people I don’t even care about. Hmm, should I get something for Blakey while I’m at it? “Who’s not flying out to see family?”
“Let’s see, me and Sunny, Tatum, I believe Lola is staying home too. I think some others are, but I don’t like them, they’re cunts. Tatum, I’m not keen on inviting due to the Izzi situation but Sol believes in second chances.” Tatum is a strange woman. It’s no wonder that people continue to use her or abandon her. I almost feel sorry for her.
“I think you should, the poor girl was manipulated by that bitch and the rest of the Culling.” I said, pretending to give a singular fuck about someone other than myself. This kindness makes me sick.
“Mm, yeah maybe.” Zaria absorbed my words, giving a slight look of guilt. If I recall correctly, the two had tried to befriend Tatum months back. But Izzi Dame and her boys manipulated that weirdo to join their side. They used her and tossed her away like garbage. “We thought to extend the invitation out to you as well, be kind of a dick move to shaft you because you’re new.”
“I’m so happy that you thought of me. I’d love too. Can either you or Sol text me the details?” At least Lola might be there too; she’s a spicy mami that has been keeping me entertained every time she visits AAA.
“Yeah mate, I got you. You’re pretty chill especially since you have to be stuck up Blake’s arse all the time. Any leads on who tried to run over Sunny?” Oh, this meathead still remembers what happened to her precious little girlfriend. That’s cute.
I shook my head, frowning. “Sadly no, I’m not even sure that the culprit is even a member of the roster. Even though there are some cunts here, I do not think anyone would result in such a display of violence. At least, I choose to believe that.” The urge to laugh grows with every word that I speak. But I do speak the truth; no one on the roster at that time would commit such a crime. Technically speaking, I did not sign the official contract for NXT until afterwards.
“Fuck, I wouldn’t put it past a deranged fan.” Zaria nodded her head, perhaps believing in her own theory. Her face turned into a more serious expression as she placed her hand gently on my shoulder. “Either way, we got to get you away from Blake.” The amount of worry in her voice sickens me; I know why she’s saying those words. Back whenever I met them at the gym, we were in showers together after our workout. Sol noticed a couple of presents that Blakey left behind the night prior. This made them concerned that Blake is abusing me or something. Zaria was adamant about kicking her ass, but I reassured them that I can handle myself. Sol, on the other hand, wanted to go to Ava and express discomfort of my situation and have me removed from my role of supervising Blakey. I talked them down, mainly because if I wanted to leave, it would be on my time.
It’s pathetic how much they care about a stranger; I could never imagine being this soft without pretending. I smiled, reaching over and patting her shoulder. “I’ll be fine, Zaria. I’m not afraid of her. But I better get going, if she arrives at the locker room and discovers I haven’t arrived, I’ll never hear the end of it. I’m not supposed to be talking to ‘diseased peasants’ as she calls you ladies.”
“Tch, fuck her.” Don’t worry Zaria, I’m several steps ahead of you. Even if it’s only that one time in that locker room, it was enough to have her wanting more of me even if I’m playing the part of her ‘pet’. “Just be careful.”
“I will. Text you later for details.” Hm, I’m going to discuss this with Blakey, and see what course of action would be best. I don’t plan on keeping this secret from her. Technically, I didn’t stray from the intended path; Zaria approached me. It’s different and not my fault she cornered me into a conversation.
“Mm, yeah.”
“Tell Sol thank you for me.”
“Alright, see ya later.” The redhead ventured back into the venue to go back to her stank of a surfer bitch. I followed not far behind but had to head in a different direction. Maybe I’ll relax in Blakey’s locker room for some of the show and then talk to Lola after her match with Izzi. The Glamour will be too preoccupied doing what is needed to be done and hopefully that’s securing her rematch about that fraud of a champion. Blake should still be the champion. It’s my job to make sure that she gets her shit together and wins her title back.
A little later…
The first match on the card was Lola versus Izzi, nothing too special but Cuban Spice has been giving pretty decent offense. That changed whenever one of the Culling boys, where’s the other one, who cares. Spears, I believe that’s what his name is, grabbed Lola’s ankle. A distraction like that caused Lola to snap her attention to the man outside. Izzi managed to capitalize and kicked her opponent in the face, sending her between the ropes and to the outside. Come on Mamasita, you aren’t going to get put down by this idiot and her lackeys, right? I expect so much better from you.
Dame went out of the ring and threw Lola back in, but the second she did, a loud buzzing sound roared throughout the arena. The sound grew louder and louder as dumb and dumber stared at the wall. Out emerged Tatum Paxley from the wall, with a goddamn chainsaw of all things. It was smoking wildly as she stalked toward the Culling. Now who thought it was a good idea to give a lunatic a fucking chainsaw? It was hilarious watching the two fumble around trying to get away from her. Spears tripped over the steel steps, and Izzi gave up on helping him up and opted to roll into the ring. Paxley chased Spears away and the second that Izzi stopped staring at the two; she turned around to meet a backfist from Lola, which secured the three count.
Heh, that’s my stooge. Lola considers me a really good friend, and I see her as nothing more than a pawn. She’s been batting for me to come to NXT since the partnership started. There are other things that Lola is good for, but those things are no longer needed as often since I have a better way of securing those needs. While Lola was celebrating her victory, I left the comfort of Blakey’s locker room to head toward the gorilla. A few steps out and I witness Shawn Spears running past with an intense look of fear in his eyes. Oh? He’s still running.
I’m not sure where he’s running off too, but the buzzing sound was getting louder. “Come back and play with me, Spears!” A voice screamed out in a singsong tone as Tatum was running around the backstage area with the chainsaw still in hand. “Where are you!”
Perhaps I should take a detour to go see Lola, but the second I started to move again, those wide blue eyes stared into my soul. The look of deranged anger disappeared; she studied me curiously, approaching slowly while lowering the chainsaw. Her smile grew exponentially, her left hand resting on her cheek. “Oooooh, I’ve never seen you before. You’re pretty.” She giggled as I didn’t respond back to her compliment. I wanted to be as far away from her as possible. Her smile remained wide as her gaze lingered on me for several seconds longer. “Can you tell me which way Spears ran off too?”
I pointed in the direction I saw the man run away to. I give zero fucks about him, maybe she’ll murder him. “That way.” I’m not going to lie to a deranged lunatic with a fucking chainsaw.
Tatum let out a cheerful laugh, grabbing the smoking chainsaw with both hands again. “Thaaaank you, cutie!” Is she flirting with me? Wait, I’m certain that Tatum is always like that. “Spears, get back here you backstabbing bitch!” She exclaimed, thankfully not paying me anymore attention and going running around like a serial killer, I hope she gives me credit for the assist. Should I have helped out that dickwad? Nah.
Okay back to the objective at hand and that’s going to see Lola for a few. I haven’t seen Blakey at all since we arrived here, but I’m hoping that’s a good thing. Whenever I got to the gorilla, someone else was making their way from the stage, a woman that wasn’t even in the match. Kelani Jordan was storming into the back, practically ramming into me, but I knew that she could have easily walked around me. She scoffed, shooting me a quick glare. “Out of the way, nobody, I have better places to be.” Excuse me, who the fuck does she think she’s talking too? Some little rookie thinks she’s hot shit because she won the vacated Knockout’s Championship and was the first NXT North American Women’s Champion.
Daisy, don’t get too worked up by her. She had the audacity to call me a nobody, I’ll show her one day. Kelani didn’t pay me anymore attention as she walked away to fuck if I care where. “Bitch.” Why in the hell was Kelani even out there anyways? Wait a second, I started to realize what happened in the short amount of time as the woman I was waiting for came into the backstage area, getting help from a staff member. Flip the switch and continue to play the part. “Lola, ¿Qué pasó, Cariña? (What happened, baby?)”
“Kelani! Where did you go, puta!” Lola noticed me rushing over to her side, shooing away the staff member and wrapping my arm around her waist to keep her balance. Her arm lazily went around me. Even if she’s hurting badly, Vice manages to beam a smile at me. “I’ll rip tu maldita cabeza (your fucking head) off!” The rage is kind of hot, not going to lie.
So, Kelani must have blindsided her after I left Blakey’s locker room and started making my way here. I had an interesting distraction from Tatum, such a shame I missed the beatdown. “Espera (Wait) Lola, you’re hurt. Let’s get you looked at first.”
“Whenever I see her again, I’m going to beat her ass.” That’s something I want to see, either of them destroying each other. Although perhaps I have a small bias, my money would be betting on the former MMA fighter. Lola’s gaze softened, realizing that there was no way I would allow her to storm off and potentially get herself hurt even more. That would make me an awful friend even though that’s what I yearn for her to do. She sighed, pulling me into a small embrace. “Gracias mi amor.”
I returned the embrace, careful not to squeeze her too hard. My smile grew as I leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Don’t let Damian hear you call me that. Él se pondrá celoso. (He will get jealous.)” We couldn’t help but chuckle at my words. It’s not like he isn’t already aware of Lola’s and I friendship, amongst other things. For now, pretending to give a fuck will provide some entertain and company while I wait for Blake to do something of worth.
Lola refused to get evaluated and opted for us to return to the Women’s locker room instead. I don’t want to mingle with these peasants but for now, I’ll endure it. I met a couple of the girls that dared to approach us. Kendal Gray and whatever the hell her side chick's name is. We sat on one of the benches, watching the show, Lola’s head was laying in my lap while my hand lazily ran her hair. My eyes were glued to the screen as Thea Hail was standing in the middle of the ring. Standing there holding a title that was never meant to be hers. Several sheep in the crowd clapped and cheered her like she deserved this. She didn’t! Blake should still be the champion. “Thank you. I know last week was a little bit controversial. Uh, some people couldn’t believe that I won. I couldn’t believe that I won but I did it. I've always heard people talk about what it’s like to be a-a champion. I’ve- I’ve seen the smiles. I’ve heard the words. I’ve seen the celebrations. But nothing prepares you for what it’s like to actually have one on your shoulder.” And I wish we could go back whenever you weren’t a champion, so I don’t have to listen to this bullshit.
“I’ve been NXT Women’s North American Champion for a week now and this is the greatest thing of my life. You guys have watched me grow up and- and life’s so hard sometimes. I was a senior in high school. I was an eighteen-year-old girl. I-I got so many opportunities that I never thought I’d get so young. And all of that led me to this moment, all of the lessons, Mister Chase taught me... Blah... blah blah...” Oh my god, can someone shut her the fuck up already? Turn off her microphone please. I’m not even paying attention to the words leaving her lips. It all sounds like gibberish right now.
“I’m happy for Thea. She’s a little much sometimes, pero ella trabaja muy dura (but she works very hard.)” Lola, sweetie, shut up. Your opinion of that stupid blonde banshee is invalid. Why are you friends with her anyways? “Plus, it’s been very funny to watch Blake spiral, right Cariña?”
What do you possibly know about Blakey, Lola? Absolutely nothing, your humor is dark and twisted so that her suffering is enjoyable for you. Where has that side of you been? I’d like to see it more. “Mm.” Yeah, I don’t think I could say more than that without letting something slip.
“But I believed, I believed in the moment when it meant most. When you believe and you believe hard enough, you make history. You become the youngest NXT women’s North American Champion in history.” Due to a corrupt referee and your mistakes to get your week of fame. Good lord, I wish I was back in Blakey’s locker room right now. She has some wine left in the fridge and the whole bottle would be needed to drown out this bullshit I’m listening too.
“Growing up in front of the WWE Universe has been hard. Finding your footing as a twenty-something year old girl, losing yourself and finding yourself at the same time has been difficult. It’s been messy, but it’s been real. And with this title, I finally feel the confidence that I’ve been lacking. I’ve finally feel like a grown ass woman. And I want nothing more than to celebrate with each and every-” A song played causing her to shut the fuck up, a very familiar song.
“Thank God.” I never thought I’d agree with Booker T, but he took the words right out of my mouth. I felt Lola’s hand caressing and rubbing down my arm as I continued playing with her hair. She’s normally way more affectionate but down in AAA; we had way more privacy since Lola got her own locker room there. But yet, I didn’t have one, what the actual fuck! The favoritism back in Mexico was ridiculous.
Walking onto the stage was Blake Monroe, but yet, I’m disappointed. This was not the glamorous woman I was expecting to see, she was dawning that stupid pink robe, white lingerie and a pair of fuzzy white slippers. Did my words not get through to her? Instead of being productive, was she moping about? Blake trudged down the stage, her hand resting on her stomach. “Make it end. Thea, that’s enough.” I exhaled a small sigh, hearing her broken voice. She sounded like she was holding back tears again. “That- That was a fluke. That was a mistake. An inconvenience that I now have to deal with.”
What more could I have done to awaken the Woman from Hell? Does she no longer exist? Was it a lost cause? She kicked off her slipper and walked up the steel stairs. Blakey stopped on the second step, her arm extending out, and her hand touched the post. "I never thought the number three would haunt me so much, but here we are.”
The blonde started to walk her way across the apron. “Blake, whomp whomp.” I want to debut right now just so I can punch Thea in her stupid, punchable face. Also, I’d slap Blakey too and hopefully knock some sense into her.
“All that matters now is I want my North American Women’s Championship back. Right now! Hand it over! Give it.” Her hand extended out, she’s resulting in begging for her belt back. Are you fucking kidding right now? What the hell are you doing, Blakey? This is truly pathetic.
“Uh no.”
“Give it back!”
“Sorry Blake, but it’s my North American Championship. You lost. Ref counted. One, two, three.” The referee is corrupt and blind as hell. Thea sabotaged Blakey’s shoulders and forced her to kick out late. It’s obvious.
“Stop that. You and I both know that referee had no idea what he was doing. I want my rematch. This is blasphemy.” Her screeching voice didn’t hide the crazy look emerging in her eyes. A sparkle of something awakens, at least that’s what I hope I’m seeing.
The way that her chest is heaving with each breath. Every second that passes, Blake’s emotions are becoming more and more unstable. This wasn’t sadness. This was pure rage. “Oh, Blake, you know if you were in my position, you would not give me a rematch. But because I face things head on, you got it, New Year’s Evil.”
The way she’s impatiently fidgeting around as Thea’s talking. I fought back a smirk, seeing that scowl on her face. “Oh, don’t pity me.” Her voice lowered, itching the right part of my brain as she lunged forward nailing Thea with a stiff punch to the face. Finally, something of substance is showing itself perhaps not all hope was lost. Hit after hit, Blake was making sure to hit an open spot of the chipmunk’s back. Even pulling her hair roughly as security was forced to do their job and separate them. The psychotic screams from the Glamour, who had been removed from the ring. The Woman from Hell is still in there. Blakey can thank me later.
Not long after, I said farewell to Lola so I can get back to Blakey’s locker room hopefully before she returns. There was not a hint of her in sight backstage, so I am going to assume that she’s already there. She’s going to bitch me out, isn’t she? But whenever I arrived, the locker room was vacant. Nothing had been disturbed, and the locker room was as pristine as I left it. I guess she’s still making her way here. The next match flew back, not like I was paying attention because I don’t care about the men’s division, something about the Speed tournament.
“Where is that ref? Ava.” Oh, there’s Blakey, her hand rubbing the back of her neck as she traversed the backstage area. Although she wasn’t alone, someone was walking behind her.
“Excuse me, Blake. Behind you. Hi. Sorry.” Who in the fuck are you and why are you talking to Blakey? She stared at the man in bewilderment, perhaps even disgust. “I know I’m not who you’re looking for right now. But I am Jackson Drake, Evolve Men’s Champion. And if you could just follow me real quick.” My lips twitched as this frat boy douchebag is trying to woo Blakey, I’m not worried about anything though. She’s still glancing at him in disgust. “You’re going to love this. I promise you. Just trust me. Come on. Come on.”
“No way!”
“You found her.” Here are two more frat boy douchebags that have no business even being in the same building as her, let alone the same company. What the hell do they want?
“What’s up, Blake?” The one that thinks that being shirtless is going to benefit him in any way makes me want to vomit. The longer I stare at them, the angrier I’m getting. Who are these wanna-be men and what do they want with Blakey?
“Hey. Hey now, Blake. I’m Brad Baylor, by the way.” No one asked.
“And I’m Ricky Smokes. And I got to say, you look even more glamorous in person.” Oh, so they are trying to flirt with her. They aren’t going to get away with that. What are their names? I already forgot. I am curious to know if they have their own locker room. It would be such a shame if their shampoo got switched out for hair remover or bleach in their spray tan.
Blake looked at one of them over still processing why these troglodytes are talking to her. “Hundos and honestly your IG doesn’t even do you justice.” Excuse me, coconut head, why are you even stalking Blakey’s Insta?
“Uh. Can I help you?” Finally, she responded, clearly aggravated.
“Uh well, we all wanted to give you Christmas presents to make you feel better because the way we saw it, you should still be North American Champion.” The fuckboy with the Evolve Men’s title said, motioning to his gift. So, this is their game, to sweet talk her and shower her with presents to win her over. That’s not happening. She’s done way better than you three; I’m literally right here.
“Yes.”
“Really?” Blake asked, her voice soft like she didn’t believe someone else was on her side.
“Well yeah, you ought to be the most blind referee in the history of wrestling.” Well, I can tell you that. Rocky. Ricky. Whoever the fuck your irrelevant ass is. Go back to Evolve and never come back.
“That’s what I’m saying.”
“But when I watched, I saw your shoulder fly off the mat.” His theatrics are starting to win her over albeit briefly; Blakey can be easily swayed at times. Normally I would assume that she’s pretending but with how her mental state has been the past week, not even I can tell.
“Yes!”
“And I just want to tell you, Blake, I believe you.” I believe that I am five seconds away from committing another crime, and I know what stooges to go after. These men are disgusting; they only want one thing and it’s obvious as day.
“Hundos Smokes. We all do. Look, I don’t know what that ref was thinking. If you ask me, it was like a uh an Orlando Screwjob.”
“An Orlando Screwjob. An Orlando Screwjob. Exactly. An Orlando Screwjob.” Talking to herself again, ignoring whatever the other guys are saying at that moment. Blake, why are you continuing to entertain this? Also, didn’t you already refer to that tragedy as the Orlando Screwjob?
“No, but you know what? It’s okay because we all know you’re going to win it back at New Year’s Evil.” Well, that’s for certain, but in order for that to happen, the Woman from Hell needs to fully emerge and make sure the Glamour reclaims what she never lost. You boys aren’t going to help her; all you are is a distraction.
Blake’s posture was more confident, her hands resting on her hips as she looked away from them and into the distance. Pink sweatpants douchebag continued, “She’s got to win, bro. But could you imagine like if she lost, like imagine if Thea Hail holds the title until next summer.” The second that L word came up; a mental switch flipped in her head. You can see her eyes changing, that twinkle of anger and rage remerging again. Blakey slowly turned her head to glare back at them. “Like I mean honestly that would kinda cook a little bit if I’m being honest.” That would most certainly not ‘cook’, Thea even having that title is a fucking crime.
“Are you suggesting that I am going to lose?” I don’t know, that’s what it sounded like to me.
“Nononono.” Good, now stab them because I’m tired of seeing them on my screen.
“GET out of my face!” About time she snaps at them, she points at them. Douchebags one and two leave obviously disappointed that their plan to seduce her failed. She snaps her finger, attracting the attention of the shirtless one. “Leave the gifts. The presents.” She motioned for him to give it to her.
“This one’s from me. Yo guys! You think she saw my abs?” She was not impressed with your abs, jackass.
About five minutes later, the show continued normally whenever the door to the locker room opened. In stepped the blonde woman with that stupid red box still in her hands. Blake blinked a couple times, staring at me like she was seeing a ghost. “Pet, you’re here. I was expecting to have to go fetch you again.”
I chuckled as she sauntered her way over toward her fridge, opening it and grabbing her wine bottle that Blakey makes sure is here every week. She procured a standard wine glass for herself. “Now Blakey Darling, sometimes I can be very well behaved.” I cooed over to her, uncrossing my legs.
Blake gave a short glance back to me, a small grin appearing on her lips. “Hmph, I suppose you have your moments.” Pissing her off is too much fun but doing it constantly makes my behavior predictable and that’s not what I am. She doesn’t need to know that I technically did disobey her to go see Lola. I didn’t want to converse with the other peasants, but they approached me. Blakey tossed the box into my lap. “Open this for me and make sure it’s not diseased.”
I can smell the axe body spray from that reject from here. I’m going to need a bath just to rinse this odor away from me. Did they drown themselves in it? “What did those losers even try to talk to you for?” Vanity Project or whatever the hell they are called, they are my shit list. Blake hummed, focusing on pouring her glass of wine as I opened this present that Ricky said was from him. Opening the box, I am bombarded with the color pink. The top of the box read out ‘Body Fantasies' and inside this pink box were four containers of various colors and scents. This is perfume, but this is the type of shit that you would get at Wal-Mart for like ten dollars. “Ugh, this is cheapo shit.”
Blake turned around as I showed her the disgrace that I was forced to touch. How are you going to approach Blake Monroe and give her such a lackluster gift? “Ew.” Her nose crinkled in disgust as I tossed the box over into the trashbin where it belongs. Blakey approached me, her hand caressing the side of my face as I looked up at her. “Did I sense a hint of jealousy in your voice, Darling?” That smirk on her face gave me a mixture of emotions, mainly between annoyed and aroused. Why would I be jealous of those frat boys?
“No. Just disgusted.”
“If you say so.” Blakey muttered, going back to sipping her wine. A drink sounds great right now. My hand immediately reached over to grab the wine bottle, but Blake grabbed my wrist. “No no, Darling, you are not allowed to drink yet. We’re leaving, be a good girl and gather my belongings.” She didn’t even open her luggage that I carried in. What was the point of even bringing it in here?
“The show isn’t over.”
I stood from the sofa. “And? Darling, my flight back to London is very early and the Glamour must have her beauty sleep.” Right, her flight is like six in the morning or something, and she will probably have me drive her. Great, that means, I’m not going to get much sleep either. “Plus, I know that six days without me are going to be hell so I thought we could have some time together.” The way the tone in her voice shifted told me everything that I needed to know of what ‘some time together’ meant. That’s all she needed to say honestly. Blake’s addicted to me, I knew it.
“Surviving those days is going to be difficult.” Mainly the boredom is going to be the worst part. That and the lack of sex but that’s the more manageable part. If I’m dying for an orgasm, I suppose Lola is my backup for that.
“Drop the sarcasm, pet.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at her picking up whenever I’m sarcastic with her. “Come come, let’s leave this place.” If what you say is true, both of us are going to do just that. Once we are in the car, I’m going to tell her about what Zaruca invited me too and how I should go about it. She might not like the idea of me being around those women, but I can’t blow them off now. Where would be the fun in that? There are several ideas that cross my mind about what I can do.