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𝖱𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖲𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾 | 13 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖶𝗁𝗒

This is a short story based on the show 13 Reasons Why and the song Romantic Homicide by D4vd.

Please be warned that this story contains R*PE, s*icide, s*xual assault, s*xual scenes and m*rder

Introduction

Juliana Foley, the twin sister of Liberty High's most beloved athlete and heart throb, Justin Foley. Now this isn't a cheesy sitcom where one twin is popular, leaving the other twin in the dust of irrelevancy, both twins were born into the poor life. They had a drug addict of a mother and her river of abusive drug addict boyfriends that did not supply her addict but their endless trauma.

They had nothing but the dirty rags as clothes on their backs and each other, well until they met an angel in disguise Bryce Walker. He did not only befriend the Foley twins and basically helped build their nonstop relevancy today's high school popularity but he was their family, their everything. To Justin, Bryce was a best friend, a brother. But to Juliana, he was her first kiss, first love, first boyfriend, her... rapist; but we'll get to that last part later on.

Juliana Foley, Liberty High's cheer captain and class president, the boys there kissed the ground she walks on while the girls envy the air she breaths out. She was pure perfection at it's best, the most likely to succeed in life, they both were. So beloved, so admired but yet one person, and 13 tapes ruined that within seconds. Everything they built together came crumbling down their feet once a girl named Hannah Baker came into their life and shared their secrets. A domino effect has occurred....

Present Time | A week after her death

With how hard her heels slammed against the cold concrete as she stomped her way towards Bryce's house, she was surprised they didn't break under the pressure or even cause a mini earthquake.

The girl practically seething with pure anger after hearing Hannah's tapes, she was the last one Tony gave it to before giving it to Clay Jensen, Hannah's best friend. You'd think with what Hannah said about her, she'd be scared about the tapes coming out like the rest of the group but no. One, her tape wasn't as bad as the others, it was her secrets that was bad. Secrets that Hannah shared. Secrets like Bryce fuckin Walker.

After not only hearing that Bryce was cheating but that he raped Jessica, and Hannah. And to think she was the only one and she bared that constant pain for so long, hoping that he doesn't do it to anyone else and yet he did, behind her back even. Manipulating her to keep her mouth shut and just smile, making her think she was fucking delusional to even think her boyfriend would do that to her but no. She faced the cold hearted truth once hearing those tapes and that truth felt like a bullet to the face.

Upon hearing the tapes she realized something, not only does she know the truth but so does everyone in the friend group, they all knew what kind of monsters they were all while Bryce was the devil and yet...they chose to do nothing, to say nothing as if the tapes were a lie. How could they? Her friends? Her brother? Everyone.

How could they do that to her. Most importantly how could they do that to Hannah.

Her fist left a burning hot pain on themselves for how hard she was slamming them against Bruce's front door. She knew his every day schedule like the back of her hand, his parents are on a business trip leaving him alone and since it's a Saturday, he's definitely by himself; Saturdays were their 50 shades of gray kind of night. I know, so young but yet they fuck like sex hungry thirty year olds.

"Bryce Fuckin' Walker, Open The Damn Door!" Her voice sounded angry but really it withered with pain, afraid that she might cry in his presence about what she just learned. It felt like hours with how long the girl stood there, injuring her fist trying to get her so-called "boyfriend" to open the door. No luck. No luck for a good thirty more minutes and then hearing the sound of a door lock being unlocked made her stop immediately.

Taking a step back to fix her outfit and composer she watched as his face slowly emerged from being the door, looking all handsome with confusion written all over his face. It was hard, it was hard to hate him. After being involved with him for so long, after everything he did for her, for her brother. It was so fuckin hard to hate that face, she fell in love with that face. With that man and to finally come to the conclusion of what he truly is, is so heartbreaking.

Her lips trembled and then flattened as she tried her hardest to speak the words that were already formed and played out in her head. "I heard the tapes." Her tone was quiet, her demeanor was weak, she sounded pathetic, not at all mad as she was minutes ago. She hated how much control he had over her.

His face stayed the same, in fact it was relaxed. Not alarmed at all that his girlfriend now knows the truth. It was like he knew, no matter how he played it, the outcome would be the same, she won't go to the cops and she won't leave him. It was only how he was going to play it out to get that outcome and so, he played the clueless role. "I don't understand what you're talking about."

"The tapes, Bryce." Annoyance danced around her voice, "Hannah Baker's tapes. I heard them, all of them so don't play fucking stupid. Everything. I was right about everything, about who you are and you made me always feel stupid but now I got proof!" She was met with silence, in fact, she was met with a remaining calm composer as if he just knew she was bluffing.

This made her frustrated.

"Why are you not worried?" There was hesitation in her voice, she was confused, angry, and scared all at once. She didn't even recognize the boy she fell in love with. "I—I'll ruin you. I can turn you in, turn them in.."

"No you won't."

No she won't? Why did he say it so casually, so confident. Why wasn't he breaking? ....Why did she want him to?

"Yes- yes I will. You don't know who you're playing with." There, the hesitation sat at the base of her throat, giving him the go that she was bluffing. "No you won't." He stated again, this time disturbing her personal space, his eyes glued to her, his flatten lips twitching into a smirk. " You know why you won't? Because you don't have the tapes right now and your brother is on the tapes, so is your friend Zach, so is your bestie Jessica, everyone Jules. If I go down, we all do. Dominic affect."

Fuck he was right, he didn't even need to bring up the fact that she wouldn't turn him in because she also still love him, maybe that one was obvious but still, she was furious.

With one quick slap that smirk was whipped clean off, she couldn't help it.. She hated how confident he was, how right he was..How calm, like he acknowledged his sins and doesn't have remorse. How could he do that?

To her, to those girls. How could he cheat on her like that? How could he be the main reason a girl killed herself and he doesn't have remorse? She was disgusted. "We're fuckin done. If I see your face or if you even try to talk to me or look in my direction, I'll squeal and bring everyone down with me. If you don't have remorse, I won't either." Her words taste like venom on her tongue but that's how she felt deep in her gut. She hated him, she despised him but with all of that, at the same time it broke her.

He was her angel, her first everything and he turned out to be a devil in disguise and he's protected too, why? He's a rich white boy in America surrounded by money and jock friends that worship him like he's a god. It was sickening really.

Her heels clanked against the concrete once again, making a bitter melody as she walked herself home that night. Hannah and everything she said flashed in her head like a flashback. That poor girl, that poor pitiful girl. You know at the same time Juliana felt bad but she despised the girl too? She went after Jules brother and kept seeing him, she went after Zach and even Bryce. Oh Lord Bryce, just the thought of them two .....it felt like flashes of burning heat burning in her stomach.

Home, she didn't know why she bothered going home. She knew Justin wasn't there, home was the last place the twins would even be. Bryce was always their second home, their hideaway from hell, and now it's not even that for her anymore. Upon arriving at their shitty apartment, Juliana slowly upon the door, mentality cursing at how loud this door can be when they're trying to sneak in, luckily no one was there, well, until she closed the door.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Seth, Juliana and Justin's mom's boyfriend and well, shit bag drug dealer. One time he tried to make a move on her and Justin tried to protect her honor only to get his ass kicked. "I went to Bryce's house " Her words were short and bitter which was strike one to him, but before anything could happen amber saved the day by convincing her lousy, shit hole, white trash boyfriend back to their room, she didn't even bother to look at her daughter. But then again, she was always a boy mom even though she was a shitty mom most of the time.

Letting out a breathy sigh, she quickly ran to her room, locking the door behind her. Tears crept up as her eyes were now swollen with them. God, what the fuck is she going to do.

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Nine | Enemies

Dean’s POV:

I sat back in the locker room, watching Randy and Sethy boy bicker back and forth like a god damn sitcom. This reminded me of that one Spanish telenovela that is so damn dramatic. Let’s just replace the women with these two men and you’d probably have to end up walking into a mental institution yourself at the rate they were arguing. The argument seemed to land on the new girl for some reason.

It was her first day and yet she was the talk of the town around here, everyone hated her ass. Especially my good brother Roman, who really didn't appreciate that low blow she gave him but I for one, fucking enjoyed it. Guess, he couldn’t digest losing to a girl after all.

I didn't really understand what the big deal was, to me, she wasn't all that special. But sooner rather than later, she's going to be just another locker room slut, passed down to everyone before quitting. But that's just me, I guess.

Soon, Randy and Seth's petty bickering turned into a full blown argument, and even I enjoyed chaos and the back stage fights, I rather not be here when the police shows up and start arresting the most guilty looking, which is somehow also me so I decided to leave.

While leaving Roman to tend to the screaming children to deal with them, I smirked to myself at the peace and quiet in the hallway. Usually, it'll be filled with little crew members and superstars leaving and going places but I guess, everyone decided to leave early.

As I was walking down the halls, the sight of the new girl and CM Punk standing by the catering area caught my eye. Now usually, I'm not a nosey type but to see the two so touchy touchy and having a hushed argument with each other not only intrigued my curiosity but it proves my statement earlier. Who knew out of every superstar, she fucks a previous drug addict.

Why not a dip shit like.... I don't know Dolph Ziggler?

...wink...

I leaned against the wall, paying close attention on how the two reacted to each other. Even though I couldn't hear much, I heard enough. More than enough to completely understand the dynamics of whatever the hell this was truly about.

"Can you stop treating me like some fucking orphan child in need of your help, Phil? I know what I'm doing and frankly what I did caused us a win. It's not my fault you wanted to be a overbearing ass and John wanted to be a greedy bastard. And I thought I was egotistical." She spoke with sarcasm in her voice that came off bitter sweet.

I can definitely tell ol’ Phil boy was hurt. This girl definitely got some balls to her, which makes her dangerous to Randy and a pain in the ass for me and the boys. But ...Phil could be a weakness to her.

I watched as instead of Phil firing back with insults and the same bass in his tone she used on him, he replied with gentle touches and a soft spoken voice which made her calm down easily. It was honestly aggravating to watch. I don't understand it, shit I don't even like it.

How does she know him? How is she the talk for everyone, how is she the "biggest thing to happen in WWE" and most importantly why does it have to be a bitch like her? Couldn’t it have been another girl? For all I knew, I couldn’t stand her. But, it was weird. Why did I still want her even though I couldn’t tolerate the pure existence of her?

Maybe I will never understood, shit, I can't even understand my feelings for the girl. I mean I dislike her, I know that for sure but in the ring, I felt something. Something a taken gut ain't supposed to feel. This feels so wrong but at the same time, it felt right to be thinking about her. How could I hate her when she’s been dominating my thoughts ever since she won the match?

She has this fire to her that's... attractive I guess, but everything else? I can't stand. She makes me wanna strangle her pretty lil neck. She's more annoying than the rookie diva like Sasha Banks or whatever her name is.

Anyways, the conversation seemed to continue and I was about to leave because the whole interaction between them made me want to throw up but once I heard my name. I decided to stay for a little bit. Maybe it was getting interesting. Just a tad bit.

"I'm sorry if I made you feel that way, it's just after Dean hit you, I wanted nothing more than to protect you out there. The shield are a brutal group, especially that lunatic Dean. I see how dirty they play and it's not good. I don't know what I'll do, if you got really hurt out there."

I watched as he tried to make a move on the poor shameless doll but she was hesitant. She was clearly falling for the "worried hero CM Punk vibe" but yet she wasn't in his arms like most girls will be. I don't know why, but I was proud of the girl.

Maybe she ain't a wannabe slut after all. Eventually the conversation bored me, so I decided to leave. It eventually died down and I didn’t see myself staying for longer. I don't know how long I was walking but it felt like a fucking eternity. As I walked further down the dim lit hallway, I spotted my girlfriend talking to the Bella twins.

Bre noticed me at first but chose not to say anything, instead she continued to listen into whatever conversation they were having as I sneaked up behind Renee.

"Yeah, and that girl was brutal in the ring. Can you believe she's Chyna's niece? Like THE Chyna? She looks nothing like her and isn't Chyna like, white?" Nikki asked ever so seriously, with a smile on her face like she did something with that dumbass remark. I mentally face palmed myself on how fucking stupid she sounded.

I swear all that plastic in her breast went to her damn head. Out of all the girls here, why is Renee’s friends with them?

"That sounds a bit racist, Nikki. Just because the aunt is white doesn't mean the father could be. Like Yovanna is clearly mixed. Like how you guys are but you guys have a lighter complexion and she's more tan." Once again, I mentally face palmed myself at Renee's comeback. I get she's trying to help but she sounded just as stupid and racist. And to think I had this exact conversation with Seth earlier. And even that sounded dumber than these girls combined.

People are so worried about the girl's race and background instead of her skills. If I was her, I would be foaming. As I see it, she could beat every superstar and diva in NXT. Maybe not here, but definitely NXT where all the rookies are at.

Not wanting to risk losing anymore braincells with this conversation, I decided to end this shit show myself. "Well hello ladies." I said, wrapping an arm around Renee's neck which startled her but she replied with a kiss to my arm. God she's cute.

"So what y'all ladies talking about?" I asked, acting like I wasn't just standing here, torturing myself while listening in. I just wanted to see if they would lie or not.

"We were actually talking about the new girl. She was on fire out there, it's not everyday you see a diva kick a guy's ass in the ring. It's like attitude area all over again."

Bullshit, if this was a cartoon, your pants would be on fire or some dumb shit. They were making up lies which clearly showed through everything right now.

"We were thinking that having her would put the women's division on top." Renee lied her pretty little ass off, I may be a little stupid but I'm sure damn ain't blind. Stevie Wonder could see that these chicks did not like the new girl one bit.

"That and how she treated my man out there, she was being greedy out there. She barely let anyone get tagged in and won with a cheap shot." Nikki commented as both Renee and Bre shamelessly nodded in agreement. I just shrugged it off, daring not to say anything.

Did I agree with her statement? No. From someone who's been in this gig for so long, as I see it, her teammates were only there to make sure the poor little girl wasn't embarrassed on her first day. Did she really need them out there? Against Randy, no. But against us? Most definitely.

"Speaking of the new girl, here she is now with my boyfriend and...the Irish dude." We all looked towards the direction Nikki was pointing at, the trio was walking towards us, but this time she looked all lovely dovey with Sheamus with how close they were. Maybe I was wrong after all about her.

I watched as Nikki called the three over, immediately, like a dog on a leash, John went to her side. But Sheamus and Vonna seemed hesitant, not that I would blame that. Nikki may be a dumb, selfish bimbo but the girl was very damn intimidating. "Don't be shy, I don't bite." She said in that fake nice girl tone.

I watched as Yovanna walked towards us but stayed by Sheamus. A small part of me hope she didn't notice me with Renee and the other part kind of wanted her to. But she did and as she did, it wasn't a glance but a stare. It was like she was studying me, putting two and two together about me and Renee. And from what I saw, it felt like she didn't really approve of my relationship.

Renee then moved herself from my grip and instead wrapped her arms around myself, I copied her actions, giving her a quick kiss on the head as I watched Yovanna purposely ignoring my presence.

"So, Yovanna is it? Can I call you Anna?"

She didn't even give her a chance to answer, she just continued to flap those big lips of hers.

"I'm sure you already met the guys but I'm Nikki, that's my sister Bre and that's Renee, Dean's girlfriend. And just to give you a heads up, John here is my man. And Daniel is Bre's."

"No need to inform me who's taken, I'm not really looking for a intimate relationship with my coworkers." Vonna, said in a low tone. Her eyes going to mine when she said the last part.

Nikki scoffed in reply before getting all up and personal with Yovanna, which was a bad idea from the start. But who am I to know. I watched Yovanna's face remained nothing but emotionless as she let Nikki get in her face.

"Well it seemed like you were already too comfortable with my boyfriend. Rookie mistake, I know. I'm just being nice here and just giving you a warning. You don't wanna be known as the slut on your first week do you?" Nikki had this tone in her voice that only mean girls used to bully scared little girls. But yet again Yovanna reframed herself from slapping the fuck out of Nikki, I know I would.

She didn't seem irritated or scared or anything. Instead, she wore a smile and I don't know why but it irritated me and not just me but Nikki too. What does she have to be happy about? Why is she letting Nikki dog her out but she wanted to scratch out both Phil's and John's eyes for trying to take her spotlight. I don't get it.

"Look, I'm not here to play mean girls with you. This is workplace, not highschool. And I guess thanks for the advice but if you didn't hear me before I said I'm not looking for a relationship with my coworkers." She stated coldy but yet that smile stayed.

You could tell it bothered the twins, as Yovanna was about to leave, Nikki reached over to grab her which was a wrong move again. Why? Because before a finger even touch her shoulder, Yovanna gripped her arm and twisted it behind Nikki's back, having her screaming like a banshee for a good minute before leaving.

I had to hide my enjoyment from that, I mean even though I don't technically like the girl. What she did to Nikki was bad ass.

Yovanna's Pov:

I turned my back on the girls and left with Sheamus following, once we turned the corner that's when my mood switched. I don't want to panic because I never panic but did I just dig my own grave with that attack? I mean, it's her fault for trying to put her hands on me, if we're not in the ring don't touch me or I'll take that as a personal attack. Fuckin common sense!

But now I think I lost a ally. I know John barely liked me because of my ring attitude but now he definitely doesn't like me.

Should I apologize and beg for their forgiveness or just pray that they don't use Phil like a practice dummy to hurt me. Even though I cared for Phil deeply, I was kinda leaning on the second option. I'm not one to break my pride and get on my knees for nobody, and I won't start now. I just gotta pray those slimy bastards don't hurt him.

And can you believe the nerve of those bitches to get in my face and disrespect me? Like if I didn't care for my career, all of them would be in body bags right now. I know they're veterans but none of them had the right to threaten me or make me feel uncomfortable in my own skin all because that disfigured barbie felt threatened towards me like haven't you heard to blame the boyfriend and not the girl?

Apparently not since she has his dick so far down her throat to even listen or maybe it's the plastic from her boobs traveling up to her head, destroying brain cells as we speak. Whatever it is, it didn't have to go as far as it went. Now I got the authority, randy, the shield, the barbies, and G.I Joe to worry about.

Way to fucking go, Yovanna. You just made several enemies on your first day on the job, what fun. And I mean that in the most sarcastic way possible.

It's already bad enough Phil is basically my babysitter, and I got more enemies than friends but now the only true friend I have is no where to be found meanwhile the other one just stood there and let me dig my own grave. What a great friend you are Shaemus, again, I meant that in a sarcastic way.

He wasn't a great friend, in fact the the worst friend ever to be made in the planet. Like who stands there and watch their friend defend themselves against three people?! That's right! No one! Ever!

If the roles were reversed I would of shut the entire situation down with a few punches to the throat but not Shaemus! Instead he stood and watched and laugh, like it was a movie for him! Just wait till Phil hear about this.

Oh.

Oh my god, Phil is going to kill me once he hears about this.

How should I tell him? I could do it fast like ripping off a band aid or I can do it calm and pretend like I don't care, or I could just not tell him. Yeah, I like that option better, I won't tell him.

"You know we're going to have to tell Phil, Right?" Shaemus said, looking down at me as we walked through the halls. How the fuck did he know?! Did he just read my mind or does he want to see Phil kill me? Probably both, it's already too late to try to change Shaemus' mind anyway, we were already at Phil's Locker room.

I was the one to open the door, but definitely not the one to tell Phil shit, that was Shaemus' job.

As I peeked through the creak I made, I was greeted with Phil's shirtless presence, staring right back at me from the couch. "Vonna, what a surprise. What do I owe the pleasure?" He said with that good citizen smile, I replied back with a smile of my own as I removed myself from the door. "I'm not only though." I said as I made my way to the couch in a skipping form, Shaemus followed behind.

"Oh Shaemus, what a su-"

"I don't wanna hear it ya cheater." Shaemus cut Phil off by placing his finger directly in Phil's face as he wore a hurt expression on his face like he just caught his lover in bed with someone else. At this moment I couldn't tell if Shaemus was joking or him and phil had a secret relationship I didn't know about. Either way, it was hilarious for my end.

"Anyway, we have something to tell you." Shaemus said, his eyes on me as I slide further in the couch as if I could make my escape, although it was impossible but the subtle change of the environment when all eyes were on me, made me want to hide in my own skin.

Phil didn't even bother speaking, he just stared at me. His eyes burning into my skin as the room remain silent.

I did my best to not crack under the pressure but it was killing me so I spilled my guts. "FINE! I fucked up okay? I ended up making more people hate me with my big mouth but it wasn't my fault, alright!? I wasn't looking for a fight but this barbie like bitch called me over just to threaten and insult me so I retaliate. She touched me so I went into defense mode and almost broke her arm but again, her fault not mine, but I think John is now a enemy since I roughed up his girlfriend..." I confessed with my hands over my eyes, peeking between my finger like an child to see Phil's reaction. He held no emotion, there was no anger, no sadness, nothing. I honestly thought I was in the clear until:

"Could of been worse if you insulted Renee Young. That's Dean's girlfriend and the WWE's favorite journalist here. She friends with the whole Diva's locker room. If you insult her, you insulted them. But then again you insulted Nikki so half of the diva's locker room dislikes you.” He stated with no emotion in his tone nor face. I wasn't sure if he was disappointed or pissed, I couldn't tell.

Maybe it would've been better if he reacted, at least that'll put me at ease instead of whatever this is. I tried to look at Sheamus for a comfort and a solution but he just replied with a shrug. I was officially doomed with no solutions to my problems, way to go Yovanna. You broke Phil and now made everyone hate you on your first day.

"I could speak to her if you want to clear all this up. That's if you don't mind having all the girls here hate you." Phil spoke, this time his eyes were on mine.

I didn't really care if everyone hated me though, at least that's what I thought. I guess it's best to have more friends than enemies here, but I rather be their enemy than friend and kiss their ass.

"It's fine Phil, I can deal with it. Just stay on guard, I don't want the shield to hurt you because of my big mouth."

Phil's eyes searched mines before nodding in reply. I honestly didn't know what he was nodding for but I decided not to push forward.

Has anyone seen Eva?" I asked the boys only to get complete silence as an answer before Sheamus decided to grace me with his sweet voice. "I forgot to tell ya, she left a hour ago with a special British Diva. The last

time I saw them, they were sucking each other's faces."

I mentally cringed at the last part, Eva got a one night stand with a diva meanwhile I just made half of my coworkers want to kill me. What an awesome Monday?

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Eight | Bitter Sweet Win

We sat in my locker room in complete silence, avoiding each other's eyes but every once in a while I would glance at Phil, only to see an emotionless face staring into the void. It seemed like he was trying to find the right words to say, but what exactly are you supposed to say to your ex after two years of no communication?

It's not like we ended our relationship in a big fight. It was more of me breaking up with him because I let myself overthink about our relationship. I ruined something good in my life because I thought he deserved someone better. It was the doubt that mingled in the back of my head, my thoughts overpowering each other to make me think I wasn’t good enough for him.

Shouldn't I be the one to be thinking of something to say? I deserted him in the most pathetic way possible, I should be the one apologizing or begging for his forgiveness but knowing Phil, he probably thinks it was his fault. And how do I even try to change that in any way, shape or form? Nothing I could say could bring those special moments back, right?

I can't let him think that. That'll be selfish of me, making someone else take the blame of my wrong doings. Maybe I should speak up and just tell him it is not his fault but mine.

Just as I open my mouth, he cut me off by speaking first. "Before you say anything, no I don't blame you or myself about the breakup. Yeah, it broke me a bit but I understood where you was coming from. Honestly after the breakup, I started watching your matches and watched you grow. You reached mountains that no other athlete or celebrity could, you broke records and created them. You made a name for yourself in this industry that no man or woman could.

I'm honestly in awe by you, I just wanted to have the chance to say that. I don't want anything to be awkward between us, I'm glad you're here though. Seeing you here now feels like the first time I saw you in the crowd, checking me out. I, I really do miss you, Vonna."

Each word, each fucking word stabbed me in the heart, ripping it to shreds. Phil always had that impact on me, the way he spoke, the words he used just always made me feel weird inside. It made me want him in all the ways that seems impossible. But it also made me feel like shit, Phil is such a great guy, when alcohol took over his life, he fought, not just for me but for himself and his fans. His whole life revolves around those topics and I was just a selfish broken shell of a girl who clung onto him for guidance and love, once that became too hard for me... I ran in the most cowardly of ways possible.

"I missed you too Phil, a lot more than I want to admit. Seeing you just brought back old feelings that I spent years on getting rid of. I'm really sorry on how things ended but that's the past you know? I don't want to keep reliving it, can we just start over again? As just friends, for now."

I could tell that my answer was not what he hoped for, I could see it in his eyes. The signs of distraught and pain, all I wanted to do right now was climb onto his lap and just kiss him, give him everything I couldn't give before. But that wasn't possible, that would be going back on everything I said. I had to fight it.

I watched as his expression changed, he was doing his best to not show his true feelings. But his eyes told me different.

"I'd like that." He said with a fake smile drawn on his face. Liar. He didn't want that, he wanted more, I wanted more but there was so much shit happening. This job, the feud, the fact I can't get that guy out my head, and now my first love and boyfriend. This felt like a Disney movie, why does life gotta be so difficult? Couldn’t it have been any easier?

"Uh, since you're new here, I suggest you stay by yourself or stay with me and Sheamus. The other superstars don't really like newcomers, especially the Divas here. And stay away from the Shield, they're bad news. I should know.."

I pushed my brows togethers as I just looked at him up and down like he was crazy. Was he really trying to warn me? ME?! After I literally fought and embarrassed Randy and his swat team?! I should be on their radar by now, how do you even stay away from a team that will be looking for you and the opportunity to DESTROY you!

Whatever, I decided to keep my mouth shut about them and just agreed so we can just end the conversation and get ready for our match. I already knew what it could lead to if I do speak up.

"Guys? You're in there? I want to introduce myself to Yovanna!"

Speak of the devil.

Not really, but you get my point. A unfamiliar voice yelled at the door, banging against it like a mad man. It was really annoying me, Phil was about to open it but I beat him to it so I could give this jerk a piece of my mind but when I swung the door open, I was greeted by man titties that was bigger than my own.

"What a nice welcome gift." I joked, casually patting the man boob before taking a step back to see who I just groped unintentionally. He was a buff guy, with denim shorts, a green hat and a green sweatband on his arm. He looked liked some video game character but shamelessly sexy.

He just stared at me with such a warm welcoming smile, I guess this was the Cena guy that lost to Randy. How can someone built like Superman lose to Randy? I took a step to the side, so he can walk in as I closed the door.

As I turned around, all eyes were on me.

"Let's get to business."

Skipping to the Match:

I didn't have a music theme or whatever it is, so I just walked out with Phil. The crowd reaction made my whole body tingle, I had never seen this many people in one place my whole life. It was kind of scary but I couldn't let the nerves get to me. I had to make sure that we win. Phil was behind me as I ran down the ramp, high-fiving as many people as I could before making it to the ring. Sheamus tried to make a way for me through the middle and bottom rope but I denied it, making my own way inside the ring, I decided to use my flexible abilities by doing a backflip off the top turn buckle.

Once again the crowd reacted beautifully, making me so fucking pumped and excitement coursed through my body. Randy and his swat team was here before us so they all just stared at me with their cold, definitely soulless eyes, behind the ropes. If I had to admit, it was a bit scary but I blew it off by blowing a kiss at them as I just stayed in the middle of the ring, waiting to see who wanted to start the match against me and to my surprise it was my male twin that Phil informed me was named Dean. Such a boring name for a guy that looks like he bites heads off of dolls.

I couldn't help but get excited though, not because I was up close to the most beautiful guy I ever laid my eyes on; sorry Phil, but because I get to embarrass his ass once again until he tags in Randy.

I stared up at him for a moment, only to see him already mirroring my expression, what does he have to be excited about?

Even though I was confused, I didn't show it, because if I did, he would just use it to his advantage and attack first. I didn't know shit about them or anyone here but I do know about mind games and how easy it is to find your opponents weak spot through emotions and I was not about to fall victim to it.

Once the bell rang, I made the first attack with a punch straight to his jaw which he took like a champ. He was about to give me a punch of his own but I quickly moved out the way, running to his corner only to knock his teammates off with a running knee. I took the moment to savior the sweet sweet view of Randy being knocked out cold which was a bad move. Why? Because I just let Dean have a free opportunity to attack me from behind and he did.

Before I could do anything, I felt a hard blow to the back of my head. My head was aching, it was like my heart just moved from my chest and to my head; and all I felt was it pounding. Like a fucking migraine. I couldn't hear anything and it was hard to see, but I could definitely feel. I felt myself being slammed to the mat. The sting from my head and back was enough to keep me on the ground for a while but it didn't stop there. Dean decided to proceed his attack with multiple kicks to my sides.

And to think I thought all of this was an act, well it wasn't! I could fucking feel my stomach now in my throat with those kicks. This man was brutal and I hate it but yet fucking love it.

The kicks continued for a while then it stopped. I took that opportunity to crawl away. With one hand attached to my lower half and the other grasping onto the mat as I continued to crawl. I could see Phil was mentally begging me to tag him with his eyes of plead but before I could, I felt myself being dragged away, my nails breaking as it was causing a few fingers to bleed.

I didn't even bother to see who it was, I just kept kicking my feet until it connected to something, once it did I made my escape and tagged in Phil.

Sheamus helped me out the ring so I could sit and take a moment for myself. Everything was still blurry but my hearing was slowly coming back. I just sat up against the barricade, listening to the crowd cheer for Phil, who I assumed was kicking ass, while I sat here like a loser. I came in so strong now look at me, I got the shit kicked out of me because I took my eyes off my opponent. A common rookie’s mistake.

While sitting there, I had a strange feeling that someone was staring right into my soul. I assumed it was Randy giving me an death stare but to my surprise it was actually Dean. For a moment our eyes were on each other, his were so beautiful but were full of guilt. I guess he felt bad for hurting me, which he shouldn't. I'm his enemy, you don't feel bad for the enemy.

I really didn't know what to do in this situation but from what it looks like in the ring, my team needed me. While avoiding the eye contact from Dean, I finally got up and headed back to the ropes with my hand out. Phil was crawling his way to our corner but it looked like he wasn't even going for my hand but for John's instead. I don't why that got me pissed off but once the cameras wasn't looking, I booty bumped John out the way so Phil could tag me, and he did. He looked at me with nothing but disappointment written all over his face, same with John but I didn't care. This was my moment, my first impression.

Once I was tagged in, two toned was already up and ready. He started off with a kick to my mid-section which I blocked only, to mimic his actions. Once he was bent down, I dropped down to the mat to give him a good punch in the face. The crowed cheered while my team gave me an disapproval look and the other team looked like they wanted to kill me. Kill me, chop me off and feed me to the stray dogs in the back alleyway of a bar.

But who cares, I was skipping in circles around two toned in a mocking way, I didn't even notice he was already up. But it didn't matter, he looked dazed like drugged off his ass and tired which was perfect for me. I decided to not do anything further, instead I pushed him into his corner so someone could tag in. And...just my fucking luck. Tarzan was the one to step up, I think Phil said his name was Roman which was even worst. Motherfucker went from Tarzan, the jungle warrior to an actual acient Greek warrior who looks like he eats the bones off of fried chicken.

I didn't really want to waste my energy running from that giant, so I dropped kicked him back to his corner with all my strength, which was a terrible idea because it knocked down everyone off the turnbuckle. I wanted someone else to be tagged in!!

Roman definitely did not like that, he looked like he wanted to break me in half. But my ego wouldn't let me run away like the fucking scared little girl that I used to be. Instead I stood there, waiting for him to charge at me so I could take him down. I didn't really have a plan on how I was going to take him down, it was kind of just me going off of my gut instinct. That sounds like a plan, right?

But the human bull did actually charge at me, with full force might I add. Like he was a train or something, at that point I didn't know what to do so I just did another drop kick to his stomach.

He was down but not completely for me to do a roll up, plus he wasn't the one I wanted to roll up. As he was down, I took the free opportunity to send blows to the head, mid-section and his sides. The referee had to pull me off three times but each time he did, I ran right back only to almost get superman punched. Luckily I ducked, but again it was the wrong move because the referee received it instead.

The crowd was going ballistic, meanwhile both teams were freaking out behind the ropes. I stood there in confusion because without the referee what were we going to do? He was the one who would count till three and conclude who was the winner. Fuck you, Roman.

Apparently to Roman, the match was still on. Why do I say that? Because he decided to continue it by power bombing me to the mat when I wasn't paying attention. The impact did a number on my back like it did earlier, it literally knocked the wind out of me fully. It felt like he broke all my ribs and my spine with that move.

But aye, it wasn't enough to bring me down completely. While he wasn't looking, I did a low blow before throwing him back into his corner. I could care less about the impact. All I could envision was me winning.

It was a cheap shot, yes but the man was huge with nothing but rage and muscles. He would of destroyed me in his own way of fighting that I'm STILL NEW AT!!

"TAG ME IN ANNA!" I could hear John screaming at me from behind but I didn't move. I didn't want to, all I wanted was to get my hands on Randy and if that means getting my ass handed to me by the puppy dogs Shield, then so be it.

I waited till someone got tagged in, no one really tagged in voluntarily instead there was a forced tag, and that someone that was tagged in was Randy. All that pain in my body faded it was nothing and got replaced with excitement. This was my moment and my chance, just as I was about to run into Orton with a clothesline, John tagged himself in.

Every bone in my body wanted to just beat his ass and thrown him out the ring but I couldn't, he was my teammate and I didn't want my first night here to be ruined with a loss so instead I tagged myself back in once Orton pushed him into our corner. Clearly the crowd could see there was tension in my team and it was all because of me. Call me reckless or a hot head but like I said many times before, this was my moment. Not Cena's or Phil's or anyone in that matter.

Climbing the top rope, I did another frog splash on Ortan that sent both of us crashing down onto the mat. Once again I felt nothing but unbearing pain, yet it didn't stop me from throwing punches after punches, it didn't even matter where the punches were landing at, just as they were landing the way I needed them to.

Eventually the referee got up from that punch, luckily he didn't see me constantly punching Orton.

I quickly jumped off once the referee was fully up and aware. That gave Orton a chance to get up. Once he did, I hit him with two clotheslines, Randy was down for the count and I didn't want to waste that opportunity.

He kicked out at two, I wasn't really shocked because I didn't do much but like I said, I wasn't going to waste that opportunity. Standing up, I started off by kicking him in the sides than proceed to stomp on his hands repeatedly before I was told to stop by the referee.

I looked over my shoulder to see the Shield just staring daggers at me, especially Dean. I guess all that guilt from earlier disappeared once I kicked his brother in the nuts, not sorry though. He deserves it for being tagged in.

I didn't want to make the same mistake I did before with Dean, I couldn't afford to; so I turned my attention back to Randy who was now on his feet, he charged at me but I just threw him out the ring, over the ropes.

The crowd was still enjoying the show, with how much cheers I was getting. I was about to get cocky but instead I tagged in Sheamus so he could have some fun but unfortunately, the shield well...shielded Randy. So Sheamus and I did a swan dive on all of them into the barricade, I ended up landing on Dean and his hands were on my...yeah. My ass.

"Sorry.." He mumbled under his breath as if I didn't hear him, I just nodded and quickly got off. Phil ran to me to make sure I was okay, I wanted to push him off but instead I just nodded to every question he threw at me as he got back in the ring. The referee started counting meanwhile Randy was buried under Roman and two toned.

1. 2. 3. 4. 5....

Randy was unresponsive, Roman and Seth eventually got out the way but Randy was still knocked out.

6. 7. 8....

The crowd began to count with the referee but I just stood there in silence. There's no way Randy was going to lose in a count out...was this bitch letting us win the easy way? No fuck no!

Before the referee could say ten, Dean already shoved Randy back into the ring.

The counting stopped.

Sheamus, John, and Phil weren't happy but me? I was smiling like a kid on Christmas day. Randy was struggling to get on his feet. This was my chance! I quickly tagged myself back in, sorry Sheamus but I have to do this! With a kick to the face, I made Randy drop to the mat and that's when I did my move. I grabbed a hold of him, forcing his left arm to go backwards towards me, one arm was wrapped around his neck, the other was on the target I would break if he didn't tap quickly. I put all my weight in it to put enough pressure on his shoulder, Randy was now screaming in pain. His eyes were wide as he tried his hardest to break my hold on his shoulder.

No luck.

"TAP!" I screamed, putting more pressure onto his shoulder but not enough to actually break it, I can definitely feel the bone move underneath but again, I wasn't gonna stop until he tapped.

Still, no response, he was still fighting it. I had to admit that was brave for him but definitely annoying for me.

I basically had his arm locked in and my legs were wrapped tightly around his waist so he couldn't move. "TAP!" I screamed again out of frustration but he was still fighting it. So my hold got tighter until I heard a pop, I'm not sure if I actually broke his amr or dislocated it but still, I did damage and seconds later he was tapping desperately causing me to instantly let go.

We have won.

I had officially beaten Randy on my first day here. This feels fucking amazing….

Both Sheamus and Phil held my arms up, I was happy but yet my attention was on Dean who just gave me a wink before leaving with his crew. Randy on the other hand, was still laid out on the ring, this was a great moment to embarrass him.

Rolling out the ring, I took a cup of coke from JBL, of course he was about the protest but I cut him off by putting my finger on his lip. No one needs to hear you speak JBL, especially me.

Once I got back in the ring, I took the lid off the cup and poured it all over Randy.

He squirmed and yelled some threats and curse words as he held onto his arm but they were cut off my laughing.

"This is what happens when you fuck with me. And don't even think this is over. I'm coming for your title next."

This chapter was written by yours truly and a special friend of mine @ensorcellsworld, she did the editing and added more detail in it. Appreciate you for the hard work love 💕 more to come from the two of us!!

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Chasing Ghosts

Description: Yovanna made a name for herself at a young age as the world's woman champion, her new found fame got her into wwe where she not only got in fueds with the authority, the shield, and Randy ortan. But somehow she ends up in a love triangle with the enemy and her ex love and a fling.

Chapter One ➛- Rising High (X)

Chapter Two ➛- Strangers (X)

Chapter Three ➛- One Good Mistake (X)

Chapter Four ➛- No Option (X)

Chapter Five ➛- Cool Kids (X)

Chapter Six ➛- Mother's Daughter (X)

Chapter Seven ➛- Beautiful Mistakes (X)

Chapter Eight ➛- Bitter Sweet Win (X)

Chapter Nine ➛- Enemies (X)

#fyp #fanfic #dean ambrose #seth rollins #wwe #mma #randy orton #spotify #roman reigns #the shield #triple h #ufc #oc #adult model #aesthetic #aew dynamite #cm punk #john cena #sheamus

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New story is coming up this week based on the show 13 Reasons Why and the song Romantic Homicide by D4vd. I hope you guys enjoy ❤️

#fyp #story #13 reasons imagine #13 reasons season 2 #13 reasons why #netflix #fanfiction ideas #ross butler #zach dempsey #hannah baker #clay jensen #jessica davies #alex standall #justin foley #bryce walker #monty de la cruz

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Seven | Beautiful Mistakes

Yovanna's Pov

I watched as the three men surround the ring, slowly making their way up to the apran with their eyes glued to mine. They were stalking me like I was their prey, just waiting for me to take my eye off one of them so they could attack. This was now a 4 on 1, and unfortunately I was not going to make this out alive but I'm smart, all I need to do was stay guard. If I don't make the first attack, they can't attack me from the behind.

So there, I stood in the middle of the ring with my eyes on each man. Two toned stood on the apran behind me, Tarzan was to my right, Randy to my left and this weirdo which I assume was the leader stood in front of me. His deep blue eyes glued to mine in such a deadly way like he wanted to kill me.

I just waited to see who was going to attack first, hopefully Randy. The desire to beat him senseless with a chair was so tempting but I still stood my ground. I may-be crazy, but I'm not stupid, you can never let your emotions overcome your instincts in a situation like this. Or it's death.

"COME ONNNN!" I screamed at the four men, a sick, murderous smile creeping onto my face as I just begged for someone to enter the ring and some one finally did, Randy.

Randy came running at me, only to have a chair connected to his back. He fell, and then came two toned, who got smacked across the face with the chair, they was quick but I was quicker but not too quick because with a blink of an eye, The mental patient looking mother fucker and Tarzan was on top of me sending blows to my sides and head, soon it became a 4 on 1 attack. The arena rumbled with boos as they continue their assault.

In seconds, I could feel their attack on my body, it felt like a hot knife was running along my skin but no matter how bad it hurts, I couldn't go down without a fight.

The crowd began roaring again once they saw me fighting back, I was throwing punches at each target, not caring who it was just as long as they landed hard enough for me to have a clearing.

The cheers soon got louder as each man was pulled off of me, getting the hell beat out of them, I was saved and in a LOT of pain.

From what I saw, Sheamus was attacking two toned, that cena guy was on Tarzan and oh my god, is that Phil?! Phil was on the leader guy.

I didn't even had that much time to process anything, there was too much going on and this was still my debut, my first impression to the WWE crowd so I had to take action. I quickly led out quick breaths that soon became huffs as I scanned the ring for Randy.

Chaos was all around me, I couldn't really see anything with all the sweating men fighting around me but for a brief second, I saw him.

He was laying outside the ring but still conscious, I guess someone knocked him out a bit to give me space and I mentally thanked them but right now, it's show time.

Climbing on top of the ropes, I instantly jumped off, landing on top of Randy with a whole lotta impact I didn't expect to happen, I believe the move I did was called a frog splash. The impact of it caused Randy to hit the floor hard and with that, I just went ham on him with multiple left/right hooks. Each punch I sent, connected beautifuly. The feeling of almost breaking this asshole's jaw was nothing but pure blist.

But once again, I felt strong hands yanking me off Randy like I was a rag doll. I was really getting tired of this shit, looking over my shoulder, I saw it no other but the leader looking dead at me with the same murderous smile I had a few minutes ago. It was like I was looking in a mirror.

I didn't even have time to completey process what was happening, my instincts kicked in before anything else could and before I knew it, I had him on the ground, sending blows after blows without stopping. He did a pretty good job blocking most of them but I always ended finding a new spot of him to abuse.

Sheamus took care of Randy as I left the leader unconscious, bodies were all over the place but me and the guys were fine, we just won the little war but I knew this was far from over.

Looking at the unconscious leader of this sad little faction, I decided to leave a mark but not only a mark, a impression to him and the rest of them.

Getting back down to his level, I hovered over him enough to play a big kiss on his lips, my lipstick leaving a print as I dragged him back to the inside of the ring but to the top of the rope to deliver a DDT.

He laid there, no movement at all, as I just stood above him, drinking in the cheers of the people along with the men who helped me.

We stood there for one more minute before climbing out the ring and making our way up the ramp, I stayed close to Sheamus, using him for support. Those guys did a number on my ribs, it never even had time to heal properly. And it still won't heal properly because I'm going to stay in action, destroying everyone and everything in my way. Just to steady prove my point, don't fuck with me unless you want to be in a body bag.

It was silent once we got backstage, the other superstars & divas just stared at us all like we just committed murder or something but the crew gave us approving looks which felt nice.

Sheamus kept his arm on my side, I didn't really bother to move it, it felt..nice. It was the only nice thing I was feeling right now, other than finally getting my hands on Randy and seeing my long lost best friend and first actual boyfriend Phil. Wait...phil! Oh my fucking god! MY EX IS WORKING IN WWE! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY? WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO!? I was having a mental panic, I didn't even realize he was still with us until..

"Yovanna Rosemary Silva." I snapped my neck to be greeted by that same sweet smile I fell for years back. Yes I know what I said about not trusting men and not falling for them. I met Phil back when I was eighteen and dumb. I had already graduated highschool and was literally on a plane to America with Eva and my father. My father wanted me to start a fighting career so I could have a life of fame, but really, all I wanted to do was to meet Phil.

Back then, he was a badass in ROH, and of course I was his number one fan and simp. The guy was fine as hell, even though I had a whole rule of not getting close to men, Phil broke all of that in seconds. I mean, can you blame me? He was my idol and crush back then, I was literally head over heels for him and for good reason too.

Flashback

Eva and I was sitting in the front row, the place had a strange smell to it, it was like liquor and sweat mix with cheap perfume, the smell was so strong it was practically burning my nose hairs. R.I.P to them.

Even though it stunk like a boy's locker room, the energy of the crowd made things better. I never seen people so excited for wrestling, the way the cheered and roared with so much adrenaline made me feel tingly inside meanwhile Eva sat there with confused expression on her face.

She didn't know what was going on nor did she cared but she was only here for the hot ladies anyways. At least that's what I told her in order to convince her to come with me.

And then it hits, the music was booming from speaker to speaker around the small arena as Mr. Chick Magnet, himself walked out with the ROH title on his shoulder. The crowd chanted his name until he got in the ring, of course I did what any fan girl would do, which was loose my shit. Was I embarrassed? Yes. Did I care at that moment? No.

Eva had to literally smack some sense into me for me to calm down, luckily no one saw that or at least I hope they didn't.

He stood in the ring, staring up at his adoring fans as we all just stared at him in awe like he was god.

And to me, he was. His shoulder length bleached hair was already wet. You could practically see the water droplets in his hair which shined underneath the spotlight in the ring, which made him hotter than hell itself.

I couldn't help but to check him out. That's until Eva gave me a little shove, letting me know that my crush; my idol was staring right at me.

At first I didn't believe her but as soon as I looked up, those beautiful chocolate brown eyes were on me. I didn't feel butterflies fluttering in my stomach like most girls; well, that was a ligh. My stomach was in knots and I could feel my own heart burn as I continued to stare into his eyes. And for a second, it felt like it was just us two, like everyone around us just disappeared.

Dare I say it was like love at first sight?

He stared at me for what felt like a internity, then blew a kiss and of course I caught it like a complete idiot. Don't judge me, you would do the same if you was in my position.

The match soon started and I just sat through it all with a stupid grin on my face. Eva left a hour early because she got bored, so I was left here by myself. I didn't mind really, I didn't really care at the moment. I was too busy watching Punk kick ass. And I swear I saw him glanced at me a few times, which made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside each time.

The show soon ended as I waited for everyone to clear the place so I can leave last. No it wasn't a attempt to meet the fighters, I just hated being so close to strangers, breathing the air they breath out, having to smell the burbs and farts, I rather just stay and wait. Just as I got up, I could see Punk running towards me, I don't know why but my fight or flight instincts kicked in, I was so ready to punch him in his beautiful face but luckily he stopped, giving me a chance to calm down from the scare but not the fan girl panic I was having inside. He looked so damn gorgeous up close, no wonder he was called the Chick Magnet. Just him smiling could make my panties wet...not that it has.

"Sorry for stopping you from leaving, your ride must be waiting or something, but I didn't want to waste the opportunity to talk to a woman that resembles a goddess. Just like Aphrodite." If his words didn't make me weak to my knees, his smile definitely did. I couldn't even speak, my stomach was in knots, there was a lump in my throat, and I couldn't even find the words I wanted to say. Is he flirting? Should I flirt back?? Am I just supposed to say thank you??? What is even happening????!!

I just ended up staring at him, my cheeks and body flushing with heat. He smile never even drop at my awkwardness, it only grew ride as his eyes stayed glued to mine. "Not much a talker hm? Well, I'm Phillip Brooks, you can call me Phil if you want."

Still not being able to talk even though the words were on the tip of my tongue, I nodded with a smile of my own. It took me a while but I did it, I finally spoke. The words rolling off my tongue thanks to my accent. "My name is Yovanna Silva. You can call me Voni or Anna, or even Ari if you'd like. My sister call me Anna since our names are similar, her nickname is Ann. My dad calls me Ari and my best friend calls me both, so it's whatever. I don't mind" Did I just rambled on about nicknames? Jeez Vonna, you are a true idiot.

I was waiting for him to just laugh in my face or him to just look at me like I was crazy but he didn't, his smile was still there, but his eyes...they were filled with passion. I could feel his hands in mine, in reply I held his back, watching as he brought it up to his lips and placed a small kiss onto it.

There went my knees.

In a instant, my legs gave out, giving him the opportunity to catch me which made me loose all control of my body as I lost my dignity too.

"I can call you Vonna for now. I don't know if you're ride is still here but if you want, I could give you a tour of the city and maybe buy you dinner? I'm sorry if I seem to forward, but seeing you out in the crowd, I felt something. I don't know what it is but I'm really attracted to you Yovanna. And I'll be damned to waste this opportunity without getting to know you.

End Flashback

After that, we dated and became a couple for three strong beautiful years. You'd think it was meant to be, that it was my happy ever after, but my problems was what broke the relationship; I felt like I wasn't making him happy. I wasn't completing his needs sexually nor romantically, plus we were always so far away and so deep in our careers, there was no way for us to keep the relationship going so we broke up. Two years later, He's right in front of me with that same smile and look in his eyes but that long hair has disappeared.

I had to admit, the same feeling I had when we first met was fluttering right back but things were different now. I'm different.

"If Shaemus doesn't mind, I wanna speak to you. Alone." I don't know why but the idea of us being alone made my heart drop to my stomach and into my stomach acid. Weird way to explain it but in all seriousness, I was nervous.

What if he's angry about the breakup? I never did well to Phil being angry at me..like at all, I was a big baby when it came to him.

"Yea no problem bro, meet me back here when y'all done. We have a eight man match with the Shield and Randy later." Shaemus informed us left, leaving with me with my mouth wide open, alone, with Phil, my fucking ex.

Fuck you Shaemus.

#fyp #netflix #seth rollins #dean ambrose #wwe #fanfic #cm punk #john cena #triple h #mma #nxt #roh lb #ufc #randy orton #sheamus #the authority #the shield

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On My Own | 13 Reasons Why

The murder

You weren't the same after what happened, I mean who could have been? Zach thought for a while he killed Bryce but he was just a part of it, the reaction to Dominos falling row by row. No one apart from Alex and Jessica knew you were there when it happened, you wanted it to be that way.

Why? Because you tried to save him, you didn't just stand there like Jessica when Bryce was pushed in the water, you tried to save him. Jessica tried to hold you back when it happened but you pushed her off and jumped in the water.

You remember the water being so cold it felt like you, yourself was dead. You would've been if you continued to try and save him that night but it was impossible, his body weight was half the size of yours, he was weak, scared, in pain and so were you; scared. He was already dead when you were trying to swim up to the surface with him but you held hope. Hope that if you can make up to the surface, you can save him but again. It was already too late, his dead weight was practically pulling you down with him till you had no choice but to let go, watching as his body sank down.

You walked home that night, you couldn't bare being in the car with his killers. As much you hated Bryce, with how much pain he caused you; the secrets, the rape, the manipulation. Everything he did to you, you should've wanted him dead more than anyone. Maybe at first but now? You wished you could've taken that thought back. He didn't deserve to die like that, and you definitely didn't deserve the trauma his death brought you.

After hearing Ani blame the murder on your ex-boyfriend Monty and his death in prison, you snapped. Liquor and drugs became your best friend, at first it was weed and Hennessy then weed got replaced with shrooms, then Molly and acid and soon it was meth, and any pill or alcohol you could get your hands on. You would even bring them to school, drinking and swallowing or injecting between classes to get by.

As you were spiraling down to a dark path, so was Clay and Zach but never Alex and Jessica. You wondered why what happened didn't affect the actual guilty but instead the accessories to murder. But then again, you stopped caring.

After Clay and Justin busted you over your drug use, you were on 24/7 watch, in fact the whole group had to watch you. Jessica and Ani would make excuses to sleep over at your house; Tyler, Clay and Justin would walk you to your classes and Tony and Zach would take turns being with you after school. That part backfired though. Soon Tony ended up getting busy with his fighting, leaving you and Zach alone all the time.

You two ended up finding comfort in each other, you two were both broken beyond repair so you two became each other's bad influence. Zach would keep secrets about your continuancely drug use and you would keep drinking with him. Drowning y'all's sorrows with any alcohol imagine and sooner rather than later, your two bad habits became intoxicated hookups.

It became a daily occurrence that you ended up finding yourself into being sexually connected with Zach more than the drugs. He was your drug but you weren't his. During the time that you were getting better, he was fucking some other Bimbo from school.

You were hurt by this, yes. But were you really that surprised that it'll happen? No. Once again you were on your own. You began using again, this time you were skipping school.

Everytime Clay went looking for you, you were at every party imaginable rather it be highschool parties at other schools, or frat parties at colleges, you were there. Always high, always shit faced, always in danger. Rather it was you being a danger to yourself or to someone else or they were a danger to you. You were just fucked up you didn't care anymore.

It was like you drowned that night with Bryce. Maybe you should have.

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Six | Mother's Daughter

Three months later

Vince lied, it's been three whole months. Three! And He never called her back or anything. So with that three months she just continued with her life. She gave up the women's title but kept the male one, booking and winning fight after fight. While she did that, she was also training in NXT like Vince told her. And it was harder than she expected, Sheamus went hard on her but that's what she wanted. But she didn't expect how difficult and brutal it was, she gained bruises on her back and arms from each training that sometimes left her sore but it was worth it, she got her moves down. Apparently she looked like a high flyer, according to Shaemus. So she learned some high fly moves, such as; the diving clothesline, the Moonsault leg drop, the Somersault leg drop, the Diving headbutt, the flying elbow, and the swan dive and oh my god, she almost killed herself with half of those because she didn't perfected the landing.

While learning those moves, she also learned some submission her aunt used, such as; The Handspring back elbow, the Gorilla press slam and the powerbomb. But the submission move she really liked was the move Mankind used on Shane, almost breaking his shoulder. Which she has now claimed as hers. Before it didn't have a name but now it's called the Death lock. And she was really good at it, she literally almost broke Shaemus shoulder a week ago, now she isn't allowed to use it on him again.

Boringgg.

Other than winning fights, and putting her body to the limit in training, the twitter war between her and Randy continued. The two has been exchanging harsh words at each other for a serious while now , even sometimes mentioning each other on tv.

The verbal shots at each other wasn't much, it was just mocking and throwing insults like they were bulets but, things took a turn once Randy mentioned her aunt and her overdose. WWE was known to use painful secrets in people's life to make promo's interesting but mocking someone's death was too far. This lead Yovanna to threaten Randy pubicly on Twittwer.

The tweet read; "When I see you, I'm going to break your arm and make you not only eat your words but make you swallow your fucking teeth." And that single tweet went viral for a few days.

Until today, today for Raw, Randy was supposed to have a little celebration for himself after becoming the first WWE world champion and today was the day Yovanna was supposed to make her debut and beat that hell out of Ortan to start their storyline.

Just the thought of breaking his nose made her pumped, she spent six hours at the gym than two hours training with Sheamus, her body was a bit sore, yes but the rage building inside her mix with the excitement about her debute overclouded it. She's actually supposed to head to the arena early today, to meet her makeup artist and get her ring attire. She was informed that her attitre was going to be a tribute to her aunt which just made the girl more pumped. Today was going to be the start of her career, it had to be perfect.

Right now she was in a car with Sheamus and Eva, listening to them bicker about which American cartoon was better, children..really.

"Oh for fuck sakes Shaemus! Flapjack is clearly better than Sponge Bob." Eva said in a fake Irish accent to mess with Shaemus. He was annoyed by her horrible impression, yes, but the sound of Yovanna laughing her ass off made his heart flutter, making everything better. The two continued their childish argument all the way to the arena. It was around 4pm so they were the only superstars there.

Yovanna's POV:

We walked in the arena with pep in our step and a smile on our face like it was our first day of school. Eva and I had our arms linked with Shaemus' as we walked down the empty hall in sync with each other. We looked like complete dorks but luckily no one was here yet to see us or to see Sheamus and Eva dragging me out the car a few minutes ago. I don't know, I was excited but also nervous...but also really excited. This was my start in this career, I had to make a great first impression you know?

I can feel Shaemus' hand on mine, giving me a light and resurring squeeze. I didn't even bother to look up at him, I can already tell he's giving me that pretty boy smile he does when I'm nervous. I swear, this man has been reading my mind from the start because he always knew what to do and say without me speaking on what's going on. I'm glad I met him, he's such a great guy and a really awesome friend to have.

Our little trio walk came to a stop once we made it to my makeup artist. Shaemus removed his hand and gave me a tight hug, and I swear, I could feel my spine breaking but I didn't care, I needed it. He soon let go, the warm and safe embrace leaving me which caused me to frown. He didn't even say anything, instead he placed me in my seat and kissed my hand before leaving. That one small gesture made my whole body flush with heat, I didn't even know I was smiling until my makeup artist spoke. I believe her name was Amber.

"You guys are cute." What did she mean by that? Was we giving her the impression that we was dating? Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"Cute? I guess but we're just friends you know...Good friends I guess." I wanted to be straight forward and just shut down any assumptions she has in her head but I guess my answer wasn't good enough since she just laugh it off and did my hair and makeup. Who knew those two things can take slow long to do, it was either my face and hair was too complicated or she was trying to make me look like Kim K for my first day.

Either way, l looked good. I thanked her and made my way to the designer with Eva beside me. And let me tell you, once I saw my attire, my jaw dropped.

It was a cropped hoodie that was tied together in the back, following by matching black cargo pants that was decorated with lil metal holes on the sides, with chains and straps. Not to mention the cute ass harness and black combat boots. And last but not least, a matching ski mask I'm supposed to wear.

I don't even know how many times I thanked the designer, I can only tell you that I thanked her again six more times after she said I could keep it. This was exactly my style plus it was a tribute to my aunt, but in my style, you know? I don't want to seem like I'm copying her or anything but I want to be able to keep her memory alive in the place she called home.

We headed to my locker room so I can change and oh my god it was big, not to mention CLEAN. I quickly headed to the bathroom and change, I had to make sure not to mess up the hair and makeup once I put the mask on. Why was I putting it on Early? I don't know.

It was now 6:32 pm, superstars were now rolling in. I could tell just by how the silence in the hallway got replaced with footsteps and people talking amongst each other. I decided to stay in my locker room till it was my que to beat Randy's little ass.

Luckily there was a tv and snacks in here or else I would of went crazy with boredom, so whould Eva, who was currently laying on the couch, eating some candy bars which I'm assuming came from her bag. Moving her legs, I took a seat on the couch while mindlessly switching through channels till WWE started.It wasn't long though, watching Love & Hip Hop Atlanta took up most of the time, it almost made me forget that I had a job to do. Luckily I was supposed to make my appearance at the ending of the show, or was it the middle of it?

Shit I forgot.

Just as I was about to panic and call Shaemus, the speaker in the room turned on to let me know that I had to go to the gorilla. That's when I suddenly felt nervous, it was about to happen. All the training and hard work I put in for three months was all about to pay off.

Eva decided to go to the gorilla with me so I didn't have to go alone cuz god knows I would of had a panic attack, luckily shaemus was waiting outside our locker room to walk us.

And there we go, we were conjoined to the hip, walking down to the gorilla while earning some confused stares in the progress. Each step we took towards the gorilla made my heart skip a beat, at this point it was now just in my stomach. I wanted to just stop and run out the building but my feet kept moving. Why was they still moving?! God dammit feet, do as I say and run!

It was too late though.

We finally made it, the crew there was telling me that once the lights cut off, I had to run and hide under the ring, I didn't really know why but I really didn't care. My nerves was still bad, I felt sick, my legs were now jelly. I was beyond scared but I knew I couldn't go back now. I couldn't disappoint everyone. So...it was now or never.

Once they went to commercial, the lights went off like the crew said they would, so I did as told and ran down the ramp, sliding my little ass under the ring. Only to see tables, chairs, and a tv? Why the hell was there a tv here?!

Not even a second later the lights came back on and the show continued, I watched as Jerry and Cole talked about Randy's victory over a guy named John Cena, showing the clip of his win. Just seeing the dumb smirk on his face made my blood boil. My nerves soon got replaced by anger and annoyance. Like who did this fucking jerk think he was?

Definitely not champ worthy.

I continued to watch whatever was going on, not even a minute later music hits the arena. The crowd reacted with boos as three people walked out. Randy, Triple H, and that bitch Stephanie. Three people I hated with a passion, hopefully I could get a few punches on them too.

They soon entered the ring and Triple H was the one to start things off, which was him just gloating and talking about what's best for business and what was best for the company. Honestly, his whole speech almost made me pass out due to how boring and unnecessary it was.

The crowd agreed with me cuz they just continued to boo. Then it was Randy turn, he also decided to gloat and just talk bad about this cena guy. That's when he mentioned me, he started to go off on me honestly. Insulting my career in UFC, insulting my title run and fighting skills.

He had a lot of nerve...and yet he just kept going! I just laid there, laid under him, under this damn ring and just watch him bad mouth me.

"This little girl wouldn't have the balls to step in the ring with me. Not her, not her little ufc buddies, not even her slut of a aunt."

That's when the lights went off, I could hear how confused the crowd was but it was my que!

First POV

Sliding from underneath the ring, Yovanna quickly made her way inside the ring and positioned herself on the top turn buckle. All that adrenaline was rushing through her veins, it was like she was high off of something. She couldn't think, or even focus correctly. She was like a wild animal ready to pounce.

That's when the light came back on and all eyes were now on her. Triple H and Stephanie were the first to spot her with nothing but horror written on their faces, the crowd was silent, it felt like as if time froze for a second.

There was no movement or sound from anyone except for JBL, who was screaming from out side the ring for Randy to look behind him.

Yeah Randy, look behind you.

Yovanna's lips began to twitched, as she waited for him to turn. She knew that he knew that someone was behind him, it was only a matter of time. She mentally begged and prayed for him to turn around, you could say god heard her because within a second, just for a second; Randy faced her and he too was horrified but her? All she saw was red.

Jumping off the Turnbuckle, Yovanna landed on Randy, sending both of them crashing down onto the mat and that's when all hell broke loose. Yovanna just started sending hard blows to the face, it took Randy all his strength to bring his arms up to block her hits, that's when she started punching his sides. Everytime he tried to block her punches, she just kept finding new spots to attack, now everything was going good. The crowd was going crazy even though they didn't know what was going on. Yovanna was getting her revenge even though her knuckles was getting bruised. But everything came to a end once she felt herself being yanked off of Randy and thrown into the corner.

As that happened, Randy took the opportunity to escape, rolling out the ring and making his way down the ramp to Stephanie in a limp with his hand on his ribs. Now this made Yovanna pissed, she was beyond pissed. All that built up anger she kept just for Randy was now ruined and now she was going to take it out in whoever was stupid enough to pull her off.

Her attention quickly went to her new victim and to her surprise, it was no one else but Triple H.

The same Scumbag that broke her aunt's heart, the same bitch who cheated on her without even saying sorry or reaching out to her. Once again she saw nothing but red, that's when she tackled him to the mat, sending blows and elbows to his head until he started bleeding but he also managed to escape.

The crowd was going insane as she watched the three retreat, slowly making their way up the ramp, that's when she pulled off her mask with on yank. Yovanna wanted them to get a good look on who they decided to fuck with, to get a good look on who was now going to make their lives a living hell.

And just like that, the crowd roared with excitement, the arena was alive. You could feel the vibration from their screams and chants.

Yovanna began to smile wide like a lunatic, her eyes widened with excitement, not just because of how the crowd reacted but because of how the three rats of wwe reatced. Their face was written with horror, and she loved every bit of it. She could even hear Jerry and Cole scream with excitement too, I guess they were fans too, unlike JBL who wanted bad mouth her saying she brutally attack Randy and Triple H for no reason.

Randy stood on top of the ramp, completely dumfounded. Ignoring it, Yovanna rolled out the ring to grab a mic, making her way back in the square circle she calls hers.

She was so excited, so full of life and lust or blood, the girl couldn't even stand still. She just paced around the ring like a rabid dog , drinking in the the crowds chants before cutting her own lil promo.

"What Randall? It looks like you just seen a ghost babe. What happened to all that shit you was saying about me a few minutes ago. OH, Don't tell me you forgot? No, let's talk about it. Lemme remind you on what you said. You said, and I qoute, how I was just a weak little girl with...what did you say? Mommy issues? Oh! What about how I was an easy target to you! Or how I wouldn't last a week here. Well..it didn't seem that way when I was beating the shit out of you just now, can we get a reply on that?"

Just as requested, the clip of her attacking randy played and the crowd was eating it up. Her smile grew wide, as she watched the fear on Randy's face get replaced by shame and anger. You better feel embarrassed, you asshole.

"Don't get all pissed and shocked now Randall. You started this, you wanted this! And I fucking warned you. I warned you that when I saw you, I was going to break your arm and make you eat your teeth and it wasn't a threat...it was a promise and I'm not one to break promises. So get your ass in the ring and face me like a man!" She screamed into the mic before dropping it.

The crowd continued to show their support and interest to watch was going on. Shit, even she was pumped too!

She leaned against the ropes, just trying to get the pussy inside the ring.

Thats when the environment shifted.

The fear on Randy, Stephanie, and Triple H's changed. They all shared a evil ass smirk as she heard;

Sierra

Hotel

India

Echo

Lima

Delta

SHIELD

Yovanna, stood in the ring confused, but she couldn't just stay there unarmed. Knowing Triple H and Randy, they had back up, something she lacked. So once again, she quickly rolled out the ring, this time grabbing a chair from under it and rolled back in.

And there, she stood in the ring, looking around like a crazy person to only see three guys dress like a swat team, making their way through the crowd.

One was a big Tarzan looking motherfucker with tattoos on his shoulder down to his arm, the other was a ferret looking, two toned fuck boy, and the last one was probably the leader. He had dirty blonde hair with a hint of red, with a five o'clock shadow as facial hair. He too bad the same crazed look Yovanna had earlier. And this made her swallowed hard.

They all jumped over the barricade in their own weird way, soon surrounding the ring she was in. She looked to her side for a brief second only to see Randy up on the apran joining in too.

She was now in trouble...

But if she goes down, she's not going alone.

Haha!

Left you guys on a cliffhanger, Yovanna finna face a 4 on 1 attack. Is she going to make it?

Not to mention she just put her hands on the COO...if she do make it, WWE is going to be hell for her.

What's going to happen next chapter? Make sure to vote and comment guys! Hope you enjoy

The word count for this chapter is 3,280.

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Five | Cool Kids

The alarm from Eva's phone went off, sadly it wasn't a soft alarm that'll ease you out of your slumber, it was the kind of alarm that'll give you a whole heart attack and it did. The obnoxious beeping sound scared Yovanna out of her sleep, causing her to hit her head on the steering wheel which woke Eva up.

Groaning at the pain that was now forming seconds later, she threw something at Eva for her to hit the damn snooze button. The sound was so loud, it got someone's attention from outside, who was now staring at the girls through the window.

Which was really creepy by the way.

He had milky white skin and spikey red hair, he kinda looked like a leprechaun, a freakishly tall leprechaun.

"Are you two alright?" The tall leprechaun spoke which only scared the girls more, Eva was close to pulling out her pepper spray till Vonna stopped her with a glare.

"Uh..yeah, sorry for the disturbance Mr. It was a long drive here.."

Yovanna apologized in a rugged sick like tone that made her sound like a crackhead or worse...a man. The tall leprechaun like fellow nodded in reply, taking in the scenery that was in front him, by how tired both girls looked, and how messy the car was with candy rappers; you would think they were homeless or something. And that what was exactly what the guy was thinking.

"Well, if you want to shower you can use mine. Its the least I can do, you two look like you haven't slept for days...and I don't feel right leaving you two here by yourselves." The man was nice enough to invite two strangers into his room...or was it really?

Knowing Eva wasn't going to turn down the offer, Yovanna nodded in reply but was still ready to fight if things turn left. Besides, the girl didn't have a room, they didn't know what hotel they were at, and she has a meeting in a few hours. So why not risk it a bit? If things do go south, there's two of them and one of him, so it wouldn't really work out in his favor. The mystery guy held a genuine smile as he went to open the door for Eva who just zoomed out of it like a excited puppy. Meanwhile Yovanna stayed inside for a bit to clean up the wrappers before getting out, grabbing both her and Eva's bags. She couldn't even take a step forward without the mystery guy taking all the bags out of her hands. It was a sweet gesture really, but Yovanna didn't need help.

"Oh! My name is Stephan but call me Sheamus. I'm a wrestler here in WWE, it would be nice to see you two in the audience, sorry if I'm being too forward." Sheamus had a shy like grin on his face, what a sweet guy. He took two girl's in his room to shower and eat and now he's inviting them to his show.

But what he said caught Yovanna's interest, not him inviting them to watch him but...that he works in the company she was going to join. Maybe he could be her trainer! Just as she was about to speak, Eva beat her to it.

"Well that won't be happening, Vonna here, has a contract signing with your boss! Most likely we'll see you backstage."

Sheamus eyes darted towards Yovanna as his smile grew wide, it kinda made her heart skipped a beat or two. He didn't say a word, not even questioning what Eva said, he just smiled. He was incredibly handsome and he definitely knew it, but Yovanna still, strangely, had her heart set on the stranger from the club/one night stand.

He still haven't texted her which sucked, you know? To not remember anything but still have the guy in your mind all day everyday. She didn't even know him so it shouldn't matter if a one night stand didn't want to hit her up, but why does it bother her so bad? Maybe it's the eyes and the body, maybe its because she so desperately want to have sex with him again and actually remember it.

Whatever it was, it can't matter right now. Today is all business not chick flicks.

Once they made it to the lobby, they were greeted by curious eyes from men and women that were built like greek gods and goddesses. They were all so muscular and good looking, Eva was in awe but Yovanna held no emotion in her face. Their lingering eyes made her uncomfortable, it felt like they were judging her. Why wouldn't they? She was a stranger that was following their coworker like she was some groupie.

They soon made it to the elevator with no interruptions, Eva and Sheamus seemed to already have a conversation in order to get to know each other better while their dear friend just stared off into space.

Until the familiar sound of her phone buzzing broke her out of her thoughts, it was just Vince reminding her about their meeting though, nothing really important. Unless you count the tweets and retweets she was getting about her beef with Randy. The elevator was surprisingly long, it took twenty minutes for them to make it to Sheamus room. Eva was the first one to shower, leaving Sheamus and Yavonna alone. The conversation with the two was short but sweet, he agreed to be her trainer but that was it. They didnt asked each any personal questions or anything. Once Eva got out, Yovanna rushed in the bathroom without a word.

--The meeting--

The three made it to the arena around 6pm, Vincent called to change the time, apparently he was busy or whatever. Backstage was busy, it was nothing like UFC. There was over a few hundred people crowding the place, Eva and Yavonna had to cling themselves onto Sheamus in order to make it through the intense crowd. He assured them that it was always like this, Eva was shocked, but Yovanna felt uneasy. Big crowds made her uncomfortable.

Soon enough, Shaemus dropped the girls off at Vince's door. They hugged and say their goodbyes, watching their new leprechaun friend head off to wherever he was going.

Once they couldn't see him anymore, they turned to the door that had a plack on it that held Vince's full name. Yovanna swallowed hard, pushing away at the thoughts, well voices...screaming at her to just back out and make a run for it but she just ignored them.

With one knock, the door swung open and the two was greeted by an very unattractive old man that looked rich, like filthy, disgusting rich and yet also racist, this must've been Vince. He began to smile once he spotted Yovanna, completely ignoring Eva's presence.

"Ah, Yovanna! You made it!" He voice held power but yet it sounded like he been yelling at the top of his lungs for years, it was horrible really but she held a smile to make it seem like she was happy to be here. "And who's this with you?" He was referring to Eva who wasn't even paying attention. She was too busy gawking at a pale skin girl dressed in black who was on her phone, eating what looked like grapes.

Yovanna gave her a small nudge to her side to get her attention. "This is my best friend and partner, Eva. I hope you don't mind her being here.."

His eyes went back to Yovanna as he took in her appearance, it felt like he was undressing her with his eyes but no one noticed except her. His smile grew but he didn't say anything, instead he walked back to his desk leaving the door open for the girls to come in.

Once walking inside amd closing the door behind them, once again that uneasy feeling was creeping back up. She felt nervous about this whole thing, being here in WWE, being in a room with Vince, it felt like a intoxicated dream. And she was about to sign her soul away to the devil that took away her aunt, her hero.

Vince pulled out the contract, handing it over to Yovanna for her to read over everything that was said over the phone between the two. She couldn't help but smile a little at how all of her request and conditions were in the contract. That smile soon disappeared. She knew that no one in wwe had the things she had in her contract, she didn't have to follow all the rules they did, she felt spoiled.

But then again, Vince wanted her here. This wasn't her dream job like it was everyone else's. To her, it was another job but to them it was their life.

The room was silent, Yovanna could feel all eyes on her as she cautiously signed on the doted line. After doing so, she felt chills down her spine, it literally felt like she just signed away her soul. She placed Vince's copy on his desk as she kept hers in her lap.

Her eyes went up towards Eva who returned her worried gaze with a small smile, she then looked at Vince who looked beyond thrilled. She returned his excited expression with a small smile of her own.

"Welcome to WWE Mrs. Silva."

He said and with that, the girls were on their way to the door till he stopped them. "You are going to debut next month. That gives you time to build your tension with Randy and to train, which starts tomorrow at NXT. I wish you luck. That's all, bye ladies."

And with that, they left his office. Eva took her bestfriend's hand, pulling her in a quick hug. "Look at you, a UFC female champion and now a WWE Diva. Congrats Vonna."

Sorry it took so long to update, my update schedule is going to be slow for next week due to me having school and work but I'll try.

Also sorry for the bad writing lol, as the story continues, it'll get better I promise. I just suck at beginnings.

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Four: No Option

Switching this to third person for a while..

After Vince hung up, Yovanna stood there dumbfounded. This was a good choice right? Agreeing to join wwe, starting a rivalry straight off the bat, sleeping with that guy; they were all good choices right?

No, fuck no. Hell no. Yovanna was at a cross road, before she was skeptical about wwe but joined to help her career, then she was so positive about her decision with wwe and now? She's regretting everything, I guess realization finally came and slapped her.

Yovanna didn't know shit about wrestling, she didn't know how to wrestle or what wwe was even like now. The only time she ever watched wwe was when she was six up to her being twelve and then she just stopped. Wwe could of made a heavy Change already and she didn't know shit.

She began to second guess herself; which she never do. What if that's Vince's plan? To just use Yovanna up and the embarrass her before throwing her to the curb, how could she face anyone after that? The media sees her as a champion, as a fighter, as a sadistic being who loves to fight and live for the pain. She has a reputation and shoes to fill, she couldn't afford to have everything ruined. Maybe she still has time to just quit while she's ahead. Or maybe it's already too late.

"From the look on your face, you are now seeing my point huh? There's no point now Vonna. You dug yourself into a hole you can't escape and now you gotta go through it, if you go down. Don't go down alone." Eva was absolutely right like always, if she does go down in the end, she might as well drag everyone down with her. Her lips curled into a smile as she pulled her best friend beside her, their arms linking as they began to walk out.

"Can you come with me for my contract signing? You're the only smart one I know, plus I'ma need someone to read over the contract and make copies just in case Vince tries to double cross me." She was right to not trust Vince, the man was problematic and shady. Only a idiot would put their whole trust in someone who is known for ruining people's careers for money.

Eva just nodded in reply, her attention was now towards her phone which made Yovanna doubt if she was even listening, sometimes it was like talking to a wall. A wall with DD breast and big ass cockroach looking lashes.

They both got into the car and drove off to the apartment they forgot they had. The car ride was silent, the only noise that was heard was the sound of Eva's fingers tapping away at her keyboard, for how long that continued it sounded like the girl was writing a whole novel. Not even a minute later Yovanna's phone buzzed, she took her eyes off the road for a second to unlock it only to see it was a text from Vince about her contract signing being scheduled for tomorrow. The bad thing was WWE were going to be in a whole different city tomorrow so that means the girls had to take a road trip and Eva was not going to like that. The girl turns into a gremlin when she stays in one place for too long, its never pretty.

"Eva...how do you feel about taking a small road trip to San Diego?" Yovanna asked, her voice hinting that she was a bit afraid. Afraid on how Eva was going to react, the girl may-be small but she was a firecracker or in better words, a chihuahua, when pissed off.

Once again Yovanna was met with silence which was bad. Silence was never good, it only met they were trying to calm down before yelling or...well they were trying their best not to yell at you for asking such a stupid ass question, that's what Yovanna did.

"You lucky I love you to agree. You better set up a bed in the backseat and have a whole bunch of snacks.." Eva finally spoke which made Yovanna sigh in realif, letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

Once they got to the apartment, the girls split up to do different things. Eva decided to charge all of her portable charges and computer before heading in the shower meanwhile Yovanna had to set up the back seat of her car with soft blankets and pillows then she ordered snacks from door dash because she was too lazy to go drive to a grocery store.

It was only 4pm and the girls weren't even close to ready, both of them still haven't packed, and door dash was taking hours to get here which was horrible since Yovanna added ice cream to the list, hopefully the cooler will fix whatever has melted by now.

"I thought you would be out buying shit right now, like..food and a new outfit." Eva suggested, eyeing her best friend's choice of clothes that she was wearing.

"What's wrong with my outfit?" Yovanna frowned, looking down at her clothes. She was wearing black sweatpants and a black sportbra, follow by a black flannel that wasn't even buttoned. Yeah it was definitely not something a ufc champion was supposed to wear but it made her comfortable.

"Its giving me, tomboyish vibes. And don't get me wrong, I love my woman to dress like how you dress but babe, you are switching career paths. Wwe might not be the same as Ufc with the dress code." Eva shrugged, as she threw her clothes in her bag in a messy way. God, it was getting annoying on how right Eva was.

Sighing in defeat, Yovanna gave in. "Fine but...can I borrow your clothes? We're like the same size right?" Yovanna's question caused Eva to laugh hysterically which she soon stopped once she saw that Yovanna was being actually serious.

"Girl, you are way taller than me plus you have mosquito bites for breast, my tops won't look right on you." Mosquito bites? Really? Yeah Yovanna's breast was small but was they that damn small?

"Fine..I'll go shopping. But check for door dash! And pack my stuff too since you wanna insult my tits"

"Your boobs belong to a middle schooler." Eva shot back which caused Yovanna to gasp dramaticlly before leaving. On her way to her car, she wondered what the hell was she supposed to buy that would make her look WWE Diva material. Was lingerie allowed? Would that help?

Questions clouded her mind while she drove to the nearest mall. Once going inside, her eyes went to Victoria's Secret. Might as well buy some thongs while she was there.

Walking into the little store, hers eyes went to a cute laced bra and a matching thong, she quickly grabbed the set and grabbed a few more different set that all had the same color, black. Once the items got checked out, she wondered off into so many departments, just buying whatever seemed girly. She was the kind to wear a one color set or everything that has to match so you should understand how difficult it was for her right now, just buying whatever she thought was cute and what she could pulled off.

She ended up buying a sleeveless turtleneck dress, a couple of Short dresses, more sweatpants with matching bras, some shoes and some see through outfits. Checking the time, she quickly rushed to the car with multiple bags in her arms. It was getting late and the girls had to get on the road now.

Skipping to the road trip

The time read 4: 22 a.m, Eva was in the backseat sleeping with her mouth wide open while Yovanna drove with a candy bar in her mouth, listening to adele on the radio. They been driving for 10 hours with only a few bathroom breaks and multiple complaints from Eva on her having to pee on the side of the road. In her words, it made her feel " inhuman and dirty". She was fine with it before hand but got pissed when she lost balanced and fell on her ass. She kept cussing Yovanna out in Portuguese for laughing till she fell asleep.

The rest of the car ride was peaceful, the music distracted Vonna from her thoughts and the achy feeling in her chest as she just kept her eyes on the road and of course admiring how beautiful the sky was at night. You think she would be tired but the girl chugged 6 cans of Pepsi and ate a bag of takis followed by the snickers that was still between her lips.

Thanks to her GPS she was only two hours away from the city, she thought it would be best to park on the side of the road once they were a hour away so she could take a power nap because who needed a hotel?

They do.

They definitely do.

They smelled like a teenage boy who was in his room playing video games and drinking Mountain dew for two days with no sunlight.

It was that bad, especially since Eva fell in her own piss, ass first. Even though she wasted a ton of baby wipes to clean herself from the accident. She still calimed she smelt like piss, even worse...a boy's lockeroom.

Vonna could feel her eyes starting to get heavy but she ignored it and kept pushing forward, besides she was only a few minutes away anyway. At this point she decided to change her plan and drive to a hotel once they got there. She parked in the parking lot and fell asleep just like that.

What she didn't know was that hotel she chose was the hotel all the a

Wwe superstars were in.

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Three | One Good Mistake

What in the absolute fuck?

I didn't even realize I said that out loud until I felt another shift of movement next to me causing me to shut up quick.

Did I just get called out, on fucking twitter? Who even does that? This is a famous sports entertainment company and one of their wrestlers just insulted me on a fucking social media platform. What is he? Twelve? I don't even understand why that got to me the way it did, I deal with trolls every fucking day of the week, why is this any different?

I could just ignore him and be a grown adult about it, but why should I? He came at me unprovoked and insulted me as a fighter, as a champion and as a woman. This is war.

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"What are you going to do?" Eva asked again for the hundredth time as we unload the car. She's been bugging me about the damn tweet after I showed her once we met up at the hotel. Literally after I wrote my number on the mystery boy's chest.

What? I was being romantic in a way. Plus he was attractive. Extremely attractive.

"Yovanna, You can't ignore me forever." I decieded to challange her claim by still remaining silent. Yeah, I was surprised to be called out because Vince never said anything about it. Especially about them dropping the news about me and wwe, especially since I haven't even made it final with Vince himself.

This was all poor planning and it was honestly aggravating at the least, but I'm a big girl. I can handle some shit talking.

With two bags in her hand, Eva stopped in her tracks once she realized where we are, telling from her face; she was either confused or pissed. I don't know, it's hard to tell. "Why are we here? You don't even have a match or anyone to face.."

I just simply looked at my bestfriend with a smirk on my face. "First of all baby girl, I'm a champion. I do what I want, and second we are here to talk about Mr. Ortan. Everyone who follows me seen that tweet by now so it's best to confront him and clear the air in the most major event that has nothing to do with me." I satated in a "matter of fact" tone, glancing at Eva only to see her mouth wide open for a few minutes before it closed.

"But it's Ronda-" I stopped her midsentance, yes this technically was Ronda's public press conference with another fighter but who cares? The girl stopped being relavent when she lost her winning streak and decided to throw a temper tantrum. "Eva. Do you really think I give a fuck about Ronda and her press conference right now?"

"Well, no but-"

"Exactly now let's go." I interrupted her again, wanting to end the bickering so I can confront the man baby is woman's underwear.

As we head in the building, we were greeted by the staff in the back. Like Eva, they also threw questions at me on why I was here and tried to nag me out of my decision but they couldn't stopped me. I had to loose them by dashing down the halls like a crazed fan. Luckily they weren't very fit so I lost them within the first few minutes of running, suckers.

Once finding the stage, I stood in the far back with a mic in my hand, watching Ronda and her opponent throw verbal shots at each other, the small audience was eating it up. Just as they were about to go toe to toe, I walked onto the stage.

I can feel Ronda's eyes burning in the back of my neck as I stood in front of her but just like a water on a ducks back; I brushed it off, facing the crowd who seemed happy to see me. God I love my fans.

"Sorry to interrupt ladies...well, not really. I just have something to say that involves not just me but us as women in the company we work in. Last night, a wwe champion decieded to gain some balls and throw shots at me and basically every woman in sports entertainment. Apparently I'm nothing but a dick sucking, wannabe diva in his eyes. " I smiled as the crowd reacted with boos, I glanced back at Ronda who seemed to be listening as well as her opponent.

"I just wanted to clear the air a bit. Yes WWE offered me a job there, yea if I join I'll most likely get my ass handed to me because WWE and UFC are two different things but I'll be damn to let a old man in a thong insult me. Look at who you are talking to Randy, I am a two timing champion who's been kicking both men and women's asses since I was eight-teen."

The crowd began to go wild with cheers and claps as I turn my attention to the camera that was now facing me. My smug smile disappeared within a second as my face just harden.

"I'm not the one to mess with little boy, I been doing hardcore shit since I was a kid. I made and broken more records than you did in your whole 20 years of kissing triple H's ass. No matter what company I go to or what ring I'm in; rather it be a squared ring or even a circle, I will dominate and I will come out as a winner. You wanna talk shit, you better be about shit because you just made an enemy out of me Randy Ortan."

Dropping my mic, I held up my championships above my head proudly, before leaving the stage, the sound of cheers began to fade as I continue making my way out with a devilish smirk plastered on my face. Was this a bad choice or was this the best decision I ever made. It could be both but who cares? I embarrassed that asshole and probably upset WWE but he came at me first. He deserved it.

Right?

My smile soon dropped once again as I came face to face with a not so happy Eva. Her face held and a unamused look like a disappointed mother. And just like a daughter, I couldn't help but held my head down in shame. Only for a second though.

"You didn't like it?" My question definitely made her more pissed, her unamused expression quickly changed to a 'Are you fucking kidding me?' Look.

"Really Yovanna? I'm not sure if that was the dumbest decision you could ever make or the best one!" She said, placing her hands on her hips. I could tell she was about to go mom mode on me so its best I shut up and listen.

"First of all this could ruin your opportunity to go to WWE. Second of all you just picked a fight you can't win because you can't wrestle! He's going to make you look like a fool and third...Yovanna, you have a 5 year winning streak what if wwe breaks it by forcing you to loose to Randy which probably why he's talking shit now. They could be setting you up for failure like they did Chyna."

Eva had some incredible good points, points that I couldn't argue against but I have a good feeling about WWE. They wouldn't do that to me especially with the contract that I'm going to sign. Maybe its arrogance or confidence but nothing can beat this good feeling I feel about my decisions. I'm confident that I'll beat Randy and then dominate WWE.

Just as Eva was about to nag me some more, my phone ranged.

Thank god.

I answered but couldn't even get a hello in before getting interrupted by a familiar voice. "Ms. Silva, I just seen your promo and its trending everywhere. You not only made Ortan pissed off but drove the WWE fans crazy with excitement. I was wondering if we could keep building up this tension between you and Ortan till your debut."

I'm surprised Vince hasn't torn me a new one but really? I just embarrassed the face of his company and he liked it? Jeez, Vince is more messy than a teenage girl.

"Uh sir..I haven't even signed the contract nor even quit my job which is something I wanted to talk to you about, I kinda want to keep doing ufc on the side. I'll drop MMA but UFC is my home since I was 18. I can't just give it up."

There was silence on the other end, I was scared that I just broke a nerve and ruined my chance but you had to understand how that this was not just a job that I'll leave behind but a whole family and friends that I grew up with.

"If it means you come to WWE and put it on the map...then, deal." I could feel my heart skipped a beat after hearing that. Did he just agreed? Oh my god I don't have to leave my family after all!

"Thank you Sir, this means so mu-"

"No need to thank me Ms. Silva. Just sign the contract that holds your request and start training asap so we can plan your debut." And with that, he hung up.

Wait..the hell he means by training?

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Two | 0.0.2

So far, my night took a turn for the worst. Instead of taking me out to eat like she was complaining about before-hand, my dearest best friend has dragged me into a night club that smelled like desperation, cheap perfume and sex. Not to mention the intense smell of AXE body spray that some poor bum was wearing to attract the ladies, it was definitely doing the opposite because I swear it burned the remaining of my nose hairs.

Eva didn't seem to mind since she ran and sat next to the walking girl replent to order drinks. I for one hand, refused to have my nostrils assulted again so instead I stood by the door with my hands stuffed deep into my hoodie's pockets as I just watch Eva from afar. Gotta make sure no dirt bag tried to do anything stupid.

No I'm not trying to be a cock block, I'm just worried about her you know? It only takes one look for men to want to hit that. I mean who wouldn't? She had beautiful coca butter skin, long black curls, breast bigger than mine, green rain forest eyes and a fat ass. She was the perfect girl for any dude but too bad she was a lesbian. Good for me because...I'm fruity too, well, half fruity..I'm bisexual, but still bad for them.

Eva was wearing a red dress that hugged her body perfectly and stopped above the knees, meanwhile I was still wearing what I had on back at the event, I was under the impression that we was going out for take out so I didn't change, now I wished I did as soon as I saw her slip on that dress. I knew it was too good to be true, Eva never overdressed for take out.

I looked over to see Eva making her way towards me with two glasses of what I assumed to be rum mix with tequila and cranberry juice, which was my favorite.

My smile widen as I took the glass out of her hand and went to sit down, she followed behind and sat beside me, downing her drink first.

"I'm thinking about quitting UFC and MMA.." I blurted out, I don't know why but it just spilled out my mouth, just like how Eva's drink "spilled" out her mouth as she stared at me with a confused look on her face. "You. WHAT?!"

"I'm thinking about quitting UFC and MMA to join WWE." I repeated in a hush tone, my eyes now on my glass that was still untouched. I was still unsure of my decision and rather or not if I was making the right choice. I mean this could put my name on the mat, yeah MMA and UFC are big companies but there's so much they could do. With WWE, there is no limit, the show cases are big, the numbers are big, the payment is big. I mean their whole roaster has over a million followers on Instagram while I'm sitting on six hundred thousand followers right now, I could be big.

By the time I looked up to see her reaction, it changed from confusion to dead serious. "Are you going to give up your titles and carry your five year winning streak to wwe or let someone break your streak like Ronda's."

Me? Loosing my titles that I worked YEARS for? "Bitch please, I'll be damned if I leave the company as a loser. I'ma just give up my titles and make an announcement tomorrow in the ring like a true fighter." She then, nodded at my response but I could tell that she didn't believe me, nor liked my decision.

"I already told Vince that before I signed the contract I have a few requests." She nodded again, resting her chin in her palms. "What kind of request though?"

"One, I want to do my own promos, everyone knows how good I am on the mic and the fans love it when I speak from the heart and talk shit. Two, I want to fight both the superstars and divas, because that's what I'm good at and I wanna continue it. Three, I don't want my character to change, I don't want to change. Not even if its for a big storyline, I'm a crazy, ruthless bitch and I want to stay that way. And if I have to dress like a diva, I want my attire to be similar to my aunt but a bit different. I don't think that's too much, I don't want a bigger pay or to get all the TV time. But if I'm going to be in the company I want to do it my way, all the other things...I'll be happy to follow. Oh! And the last thing is if I cut a promo with someone I wanna be surprised and it have to be brutal. Remember that one girl that talked shit about my mom being in a mental hospital? That shit was so fucked up but eh. I beat her ass and won the championship."

"Yeah I remember, the girl left with her nose to the side of her face. Honestly, all that sounds great and reasonable but who says vince will agree to that? And if he does, who says it'll stay that way? He wants you because you're the hottest thing in sports entertainment right now, I may be a dancer but I ain't stupid. He sees you as a money bag. Like your aunt, he'll just milk you dry."

As much as I wanted her to be wrong. She was right and she knew I know she's right. I saw what that man did to my family, why would I want to go into that. And not even go in blindly, its like I'm walking into a trap willingly, but what else can I do? My career is great so far, but wwe can make it better. I can be better.

As bad as I wanted to argue or just try to get her to see my point, it wouldn't matter. No matter what she says or would say, I made my decision and she knows that. So instead of talking back, I drank. I just drank and let my eyes wonder out to the dance floor full of worry free drunks. I'm not really the social or dancer type but it is always fun to be in a club. The drinks were good, the people were cute, the music is always just right. And you were always guaranteed to take someone home with you, and staying on the subject; Eva was practically eye fucking this girl across from us. Already I knew I was going to be alone for the night, so why not drink my worries away and dance till I can't anymore.

After downing a few drinks, I hit the floor. You know the feeling of having the vibrations under your feet or against your finger tips? That's what I was feeling, the dj was currently playing Crazy In Love by Beyonce and I swear if it wasn't the alcohol in my system, it was the vibrations from the beat that was making me dance.

Now I know I look like shit right now but I was dancing like I'm the baddest bitch in the club, with a couple of hair flips, and swaying of my hips, I could already feel someone pressed up against me. Their hands firmly on my hips, their movement following mine. Normally I would moved from this stranger's grip, and trust me I was about to but the music chance convinced me to stay. And as soon as No Hands started playing, I was already throwing back on whoever was behind me.

Now I have a fat ass but not Nicki fat but best believe I was doing my thing and the guy behind me would agreed because I swear I just felt his mini him against my ass.

This continued for hours, by this time Eva was already gone and I was shit faced, grinding up against a guy I didn't know but he was sure damn cute. I'm not really into blondes but he was an exception, he had the most sexiest deep blue ocean eyes, the right amount of facial hair and the kind of smile to make a girl weak to her knees which was me because everytime he flashed that pretty boy smile, I had to fight the urge to not suck on those lips.

He just felt so right at the moment, it was probably the alcohol talking but, this is the guy I'm taking home tonight.

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By the time I woke up, it read six thirty a.m. on my phone which was the only light source at the moment, it was surprisingly still dark, it was either that or these hotel blinds were really good at blocking out the light. Either way it was pitch black and really fucking early. I shouldn't even be awake right now, the event was in the evening and I usually wake up at 12 in the afternoon but the sudden movement beside me spooked me awake.

There beside me, was the most beautiful guy that I sadly don't even remember. Actually, I don't even remember shit from last night but it wasn't rocket science to know that we had sex. Even though I don't remember it, I really hoped it was good. I mean by how cute he was, it better have been.

What am I even saying? There is a guy in my bed that I don't remember and I'm over here worrying about if the sex was good? God what is wrong with you Yovanna? This isn't you, well, me. This isn't me, I don't even drink like that, let alone sleep with a guy I just meant. Even if he looked so damn cute while sleeping and...even if his warmth around me felt comforting, and how he feels so great right now....not to mention how good he sme-

God fuckin dammit, what is wrong with me!?

Luckily the sound of my phone vibrating broke whatever kind of spell I was in, it was a notification from twitter. Apparently I've been mentioned in a tweet. Usually I would just heart these and ignore them because usually they were fans but this time was different. It was an wwe superstar, now I wasn't aware the wrestlers there knew I was coming, I mean I barely even let told Vince my decision yet.

@RandyOrtanWWE

I wanted to be the first to greet the new comer on the behalf of wwe and the authority. @YovannaUFC welcome princess, glad to see vince add more dick sucking, wannabe divas into the business, we are really running out of those here. As much as you think you're the best in sports entertainment, think again love. You're in the vipar's territory now.

What. The. Absolute. Fuck?

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One | Rising High

My fist connected to my opponent's jaw beautifully, his skin rippling like a wave at the aftermath, a mixture of blood and spit escaped his busted lips and onto the mat beneath us in slow mo. I watched him as he hit the floor hard with a thud, just waiting for him to get up but he never did, he just laid there, unconscious. The arena was silent for a while, I guess they were also trying to process what just happened too, then the sound of people chanting my name filled the place. But yet I just stood there, tired, shocked, confused, everything and anything filling my head as a fake smile was plastered on my face.

Can't let the people see me stuck in thought.

The referee held my arm up for a few seconds before giving me my titles. I placed them both over my shoulder as I just stood there again, this time drinking in the chants and screams of joy. I won, even though I had a busted lip, bloody knuckles, bruised ribs, and even maybe a concussion... I won. I just beat the best UFC fighter there was for his title.

This is has to be the greatest moment of my life, even if this wasn't the career I wanted in the beginning, this is my life and let me say I fucking love it. It brings me joy, happiness, excitement. It's a challenge everyday and each challenge is harder than the next.

And to think, all of this started with my dad training me how to fight and protect myself in his basement. And look at me now, I'm the first ever UFC and MMA women's champion to hold not only two championships but also a male championship. I even beat Ronda Rousey's winning streak, which..she didn't like so much. But hey, if she has a problem, she could just fight me and get her ass handed to her. Again.

After taking in the chants and cheers, I finally left the arena. The sound of people yelling and cheering became muffled as I walked further out and to my own locker room. The cold air hitting me in the face as soon as I stepped in the hallway to my room, its less crowded than usual. Usually the place would be filled with staff just running around. If I wasn't in such a hurry to get to my room, I would probably go investigate, not.

Once opening and closing the door, I threw the championships on my couch near by and just slid on the floor face first, groaning at the sharp pain coming from my ribs. That guy really fucked me up badly.

My eyes felt heavy, I couldn't fight it any longer so I let them shut. I just need to rest a bit before getting up to shower. I just wanted peace. But the sound of knocking interrupted that.

"Hey, vonna ? Yovanna? Nana? ANNA!? I know you in there bitch, open the damn door you cadela." The high pitched voice yelled at me through the door as the sound of the door knob rattling followed. That annoying high pitch voice that definitely sound like it belonged in Disney was my childhood best friend Eva. We met in Rio, Brazil when I first came with my father and twin sis. Eva was the only welcoming one there, the rest of the Brazilians was so rude, not because I was mixed...well..maybe, but it's because I was American. And Brazil was never the one to take kind on foreigners but not Eva, she clunged onto me since day one. She helped me learn Portuguese and the Brazilian culture. Ever since then we were like sisters, I forced her to move to America with me so I could start a career. My father made me join UFC while Eva started her own dancing company which fucking gain millions if I might add.

The sound of her yelling and banging on the door like a mad woman broke me out my thoughts and forced me to get up. My legs felt like jello, just being up caused my body to react poorly. I felt so much pain, my arms and legs wanted to give out but I pushed through it like I always do. Opening the door, I was greeted with a tackle combine with a hug and before I knew it, I was back on the floor. My poor ribs man..

"Oh my gawdd! You took forever to answer, I was this close of being dragged out by security but they know I would just slip out and run back to your room. Anyways, congrats on retaining your championship girl! You almost broke that guy's jaw.." She added which made me frown a bit. I'm glad I was able to beat one of the toughest guy in this joint but I didn't want to hurt him too bad. Hurting people so much to where they gotta go to the hospital was never my intention in this. But it always ended happening, I can never control my strength and I always end up badly hurting people, I went so far to end a girl's career last year...which earned me the nickname "The Serial Killer" or "The Goddess of distruction." My personal favorites was; "The sociopath of the century" and "The Devil's Daughter."

It was cool and all but me being the person I am, I always end up feeling guilty as hell. It was like I was playing god with people's lives and I fucking hated it.

Eva must've noticed my frown because she just simply squished my cheeks and pecked my bruised lips, which stunged like hell if I might add, before pulling me up from the floor. "Don't worry about it vonnie..I'm sure he's fine. Probably embarrassed that he got his ass kicked by a 5'7 girl...but fine." I just sighed deeply which was my only response.

"Don't worry about him, what you should worry about is showering because you smell like a football team. To think...a beautiful girl like you smell so damn bad." She pinched her nose with a disgusted look behind it, I didn't even bothering commenting, I just simply rolled my eyes at her harsh insult as I made my way to the shower. I don't think I smelled that bad but damn...she went a lil overboard with all of that.

30 minutes later

I finally stepped out the shower, I'm pretty sure I used up all the hot water by now but at least I'm clean and smell....fresh...? I was clean, super clean, let's just leave it at that.

Putting on my leggings and a hoodie, I walk out the bathroom only to spot Eva on my phone. "Hey did someone call or something?" I asked, peering over her shoulder which was a wrong move. She jumped violenty, hitting me in the face with own my phone. And yet she didn't even apologize...She just glared at me before answering my question.

Bitch...

"Yeah, it was some old dude named Vince mac-whatever. I told him you was in the shower so he told me to deliver a message...he wants you to join this place called WWE."

She said with a shrug of her shoulders, meanwhile I stood there completely dumbfounded. WWE?! Really?! The fucking place that caused my aunt's fucking career to downfall. She was so heartbroken once she was fired, no...she was heartbroken when she found out she was cheated on. She was actually pissed once she was fired or at least that's what I thought, even though she pretended to be fine..I knew she wasn't. She did things she never would of done and then..she overdosed. Her death hit everyone hard, it pushed my mom so far to commit suicide without no one to save her.

They want me to join? How could they want me? I mean I'm happy where I'm at. The pays good, the company let's me do whatever I want, fight who I want. Why would I leave?

Why would they even think I'll join their stupid company anyway. From what I heard, WWE was corrupted, toxic, and not to mention sexist as fuck. I see those divas they got there, plus almost everything in there was scripted meanwhile here, when I kick ass and win it's real. When I knock someone's tooth down their throat or break their nose till they are bleeding during our match..it's real. I want to say no but shit...being in WWE is a really great opportunity and is the only thing I have to remind me of my aunt.

Mix emotions began to clogged my head, part of me wants to tell Vince to fuck off but the other part wants to give in and say yes. What would my fans think? What would my coworkers think? I've been working in UFC for five years, I can't just abandon them to wrestle.. I would seem like a traitor or a sell out. This could ruin everything I worked so hard for. What about my titles? My championship run, how can I end that without ruining my winning streak?

I was so busy being in my head that I didn't even notice Eva getting up and approaching me only to slap me right in the face which was her attempt to bring me back to reality.

She just loves hurting me.

"Earth to vonnie. I would appreciate if you get out of your head and off your fat ass so we can go. I'm starving!" She grabbed ahold of my hand and just dragged me out the building. I followed behind with my bags in my hand but my thoughts still drowning my mind as I just continue thinking over everything. This is a awesome opportunity but this company was known to be toxic, let alone racist too. If I do join, I'm definitely going to make some changes in my contract with that company. Jesus..I might regret this but...I think I'm going to join WWE.

Notes;

Soooo, Hope you guys enjoy the first chapter but I want to clarify that the timeline is wrong on purpose. This story takes place in 2013-2014 when the shield dominated the wwe and when CM Punk, John Cena, and Daniel Bryan was against the authority. Ik Chyna died in 2016, just pretend she died in early 2013 for the sake of the story. Thanks! ❤

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Five | Burning Bridges

"So you wanna go with me to Harrington's party later after I drop this brat off?" The question left her in shock, not the fact he made her feel like she was in heaven with just his touch and it all just vanished like it didn't even happen, but that he's willing to go to Steve's party and she didn't have to ask or even mention she was invited herself.

I mean would she still even be invited? Would he even be invited? Don't they hate each other? Why would he even go to the party? What game is he trying to play here? Questions were flooding in and swimming around her head that she completely zoned out from reality. Only to bring dragged back out after smelling menthol being blown in her face, causing her to wave it away while coughing. "I hate when you do that."

"Well welcome back sweetheart." He threw his hands in air in nothing but fake excitement because his girlfriend finally decided to join him back to reality.

"Enough with the bullshit though, am I going to get a answer to my question or are you just going to keep laying there and look pretty for lil ol me." He glanced down her breast with that smug smile of his, she didn't noticed but as his eyes lingered, they got darker. And the darker they got, the harder he got. And his jeans were already tight enough without the raging boner.

Feeling embarrassed, she tried to hide that feeling with annoyance as she fixed her clothes too.

"Yeah I'm going. I'll meet you downstairs, yeah?"

Just as she was about to leave, she could feel a pair of lips pressed against her neck, causing goosebumps to run down her spine. He didn't say anything after which was her que to go. Luckily Neil wasn't anywhere visible while she made her escape, she just wished that it was like that earlier. Her comeback sounded like shit. But can you blame her? She had to say something.

Not a minute later the two was outside, the two had an annoyed expression on their faces but that soon changed once they saw Jacqueline. Billy's expression was filled with adoration for his girl but Max? Considering this was her first time seeing Jacqueline back, she was ecstatic. "Hey girl! Missed you like crazy, last time I saw you, you were a cute crying mess after I gave you that skateboard as a good bye present. You gotta any better?"

"Hells yeah! I could show you sometime." She sounded so excited as she embraced the older girl in a tight hug. Even though Jacqueline was dating the devil that is her stepbrother and to this day she still doesn't know why; she loved Jackie like a second mom. She was always there to protect her from Billy's bullying and Neil's abusive tactics to them both. She was a life saver, a guardian angel if you will.

"Yeah...that's not happening. I don't need you to bother my girl with your bullshit. You already have your loser town-shit friends for that." Billy protested, earning a glare from the brunette as she loudly agreed to hanging out with Max just to fuck with him and with that, they were off.

Billy ended up dropping Jackie off first so she can have a chance to get ready before he picked her up, not even saying anything about the party that was going on across the street from her. He wasn't stupid, he knew it was Harrington, he just choose to not make a big deal out of it until later. So after saying goodbye, he drove off. Practically speeding down the street.

If the party didn't wake up the neighbors, Billy definitely did.

As she stepped foot into her new home, she was greeted by her mother who was trying to make conversation, "I saw you out there with William. He's still adorable as ever, it's good to see you two back together. You looked lost without him, a lost puppy."

Even though everything she was saying was correct, it was still embarrassing to hear. If Billy was here to listen, he wouldn't let her live it down. "Jesus ma, say it louder for the neighbors to hear, why don't ya?" A annoyed Jackie whined.

"I'm just saying, he's a good boy Jacqueline. I knew it when I first saw you two together. You guys look like you were made for each other."

"Alright ma, I'ma go change. Please don't say any of this when he gets here. I don't want him to know his girlfriend was practically a crybaby for months without him okay?"

"Can't promise anything!" Her mom yelled in a cheery tone as Jacqueline made her way upstairs. It was like having a older sister sometimes with that woman. She's so childish at times.

••••

It didn't take that long for Jacqueline to get ready. After stepping out the shower and drying off. The girl slipped into a skin tight red tiger print leather dress that stopped above her knees, ripped fishnet stockings, black leather ankle boots, and a cropped leather black vest. She didn't do much to her hair, she didn't need to nor care to.

That's a huge fucking lie. The girl practically treated her two toned hair like it was her baby, a thing her and billy have in common. They love their hair.

After washing and drying it thoroughly, she curled it a bit more before spraying it down so no strand hairs goes dancing in the night breeze tonight. Her makeup was short but hot. Who doesn't love blood red lips and Smokey black eyes?

That's right no one.

And with all of that together, she looked hot! More than hit actually. Hotter than Billy himself if you want be cocky.

That was a overstatement, but still, she looked amazing.

Just as she turned to grab her necklace that Billy bought for her a few years back, she heard a knock on her window and just like that, their little tradition was back in motion.

Once unlocking the window latch and opening it, she took a step back as a way of inviting him in, watching as her boyfriend climbed his way in.

And to her surprise, his little outfit choice was better than hers, though she wondered who he was he trying to impress tonight other than her.

He was shirtless, having nothing but his leather jacket to cover him, well, some of him. He had on black jeans, matching black boots and black fingerless gloves. Somehow, Billy managed to outdo his girlfriend, for like the millionth time already.

While she was practically undressing him with her eyes, so was he with her; "My god, don't I have the hottest girlfriend in town. You look amazing sweetheart." He smiled widely causing Jackie's heart to jump up to her throat, but knowing her. She liked it when he stroke her ego just a little bit with his compliments and eye fucks. It was always hot to see him get the hots for her. Practically down on his knees if you think about it, so she wanted to keep it going.

"Aww, you think I'm pretty?" She asked softly, running her hand down his bare chest as she looked up at him, batting her eyelashes up at him while he did nothing but stared down at her with more of a darkened look in his eyes.

"You want to hear me say it again? How about I just prove it to you at the party, hm?" He grinned, cupping the girl's ass before lifting her up.

"I'd like that a lot." She grinned back while placing a quick kiss on his lips which he replied with one on his own, his being filled with absolute lust and hunger.

"Shall we go before you try and rip this dress off of me?"

"Who said that won't happen tonight? Who knows, I could just say fuck it and do you on Harrington's bed."

"BILLY!" The girl yelled, slapping his arm playfully before jumping out of his arms because if she stayed, that comment would most likely be a reality within 15 seconds of them being in the party, so without waisting time, she dragged the boy downstairs and outside before her mom could say anything embarrassing and with that, the two walked across the street together.

They barely even got the chance to open the door without getting starstruck with how loud the music was, it triggered excitement for Billy but for her? It just made her anxious. She didn't know how she was going to face Steve and plus party Billy turns into drunk, egotistical Billy quickly and it wasn't a good sight to see sometimes. She already knew tonight was going to be hell once they stepped in.

Before she could open the door, it was swung open by a girl who pushed past them to puke her poor little guts out in the front bushes. You'd think the music would be inviting enough for them, but it was the sight instead. Drunk teens from the living room to the kitchen and backyard, dressed up for Halloween, already high off of drugs or just shit faced drunk. This was the kind of party Billy likes, and sometimes Jackie but who knows? She could end up being the babysitter before even having fun.

They stepped in together with Billy close by behind her but all of that ended quickly before anything even started, once they got surrounded by drunken douchebag teen boys who she assumed to be his friends and just like that, he was dragged away from her to the backyard to do some stupid drinking competition, leaving her by herself.

Typical really. He didn't put up a fight or say anything about him being back soon, he just let the excitement overtake him as they dragged him off. He didn't care about his girl wellbeing or how she's going to handle herself in a party filled with people she doesn't know and he doesn't trust. Negative boyfriend points right now.

All eyes were glued on her, some filled with jealousy by girls who thought she didn't belong here, and others filled with arousal by boys who thought they had a chance to hit that tonight. But yet she ignored it and made her way to the drinking area in the kitchen which was guarded by chubby sweaty boys dressed in togas, it all made her change her mind and escape outside but her mind was changed again once she spotted Steve dancing like a complete dork with nothing but a big handsome smile on his face.

"Great party prince charming." She said loud enough for him to hear through the music as she shyly made her way to him and instead of him ignoring her or making some kind of rude remark, he embraced her in a hug before offering her a drink.

"Glad you could make it princess. You look really beautiful tonight, definitely beating all the girls who tried hard to impress your boyfriend."

"Oh my god! Right? I couldn't help but see the jealous looks from girls who practically didn't have anything on. They all look like twigs with a piece of cloth stuck to them." She joked, earning a laugh from her golden retriever friend.

"Speaking of Hargrove, where is he? I know he wouldn't like us talking." As much as she felt a bit annoyed with him bringing up Billy a little too much in their conversation, she knew he was not far from the truth. Billy would've killed Steve if he was to see this. But who cares, he's ditched her for his stupid friends so fuck what he thinks right now, right?

"Oh, he's in the backyard, currently getting shift faced in whatever drinking game his dumb friends have him doing. Leaving me all by my lonesome." She sighed dramatically, batting her eyelashes up at Steve in a joking matter.

"Well don't worry, you got me tonight to keep you entertained and as a sorry for being a asshole earlier, I got you something." He pulled out a charm bracelet that had all the charms that represented California. Her eyes became glossy as she snatched it from his hands and embraced him in a hug of her own, a bear hug. Well, her version of a bear hug.

It was beautiful, hell, it was fucking gorgeous. And she was forever grateful.

"Thank you Steven, truly. It means a lot to me. "

"No problem. And you don't need to cry over a stupid gift, let's just have fun yeah?" And that they did, while Billy was doing his own thing so was she.

Her and Steve had their own little drinking competition which she beat him in twice, and with all that liquor in her veins, they basically dance half of the night away on the dance floor.

She was wearing Steve's shades as she danced along beside him to whatever played. He was right behind her as she grind up against him with nothing but a drunken smile on their faces.

But not soon after, their fun was interrupted by Billy and his gang of popular jerks rolling in, towards them. Billy was covered in nothing but beer and sweat as he made his way towards them and basically yanked Jacqueline away from Steve by the waist and kissed her sloppily, all while making eye contact with the poor boy who was just getting his faced rubbed in by the news of Billy beating his keg record by his ex friends.

Now of course Jacqueline didn't care, yes she was bothered by Billy's drunken tactics but she didn't expect to see Steve give in. The two were practically giving each other a death stares as if they were about to rip each other's faces off and the people who was paying attention loved it but not Jackie. She stood there with nothing but a stank face and her arms crossed above her chest.

She didn't know rather to pull Billy away or to grab Steve and pull him somewhere so they can continue their fun and before she could make her decision, it was made for her when Billy grabbed her arm tightly and dragged her away, but not without saying something to Steve of course.

"Why don't you go find your bitch instead of trying to make a pass at mines. She doesn't like desperate. But hey, a pretty boy like you can get laid tonight. There's planty of skanks here who's matches your desperality, just gotta find the right one quickly. " And with that said, she was being dragged away like a rag doll to god knows here, watching as Steve just stood there with a hurt expression that quickly got replaced with annoyance and hatred.

Billy could really be a real fucking asshole sometimes.

"What the fuck was that?" Jackie yelled as she was pulled into the bathroom, her arm forming a bruise but she chose to ignore it, nothing could distract her from the burning hot anger she felt for her boyfriend right now.

"What do you ever so mean darlin?" A half drunk Billy questioned with nothing but a big stupid smirk plastered on his face that Jackie wanted so bad to slap off.

"You know what I mean! You was a absolute dick out there and for what? To impress your little boyfriends or to feed your ego because you couldn't stand the fact your girlfriend was having fun with a guy that wasn't you.'

She basically read him like a book in the same harsh tone he gave Steve earlier and it was the worst idea ever because instead of saying anything, he scared her into submission when he punched the wall inches away from her head.

She felt herself not holding back tears but holding her breath as she did nothing but look at the boy with a dumb founded look.

"I don't know who you think you're fucking talking to but you better watch you mouth before I fix it for you. Besides, you have no right to say shit anyway sweetheart. Wasn't you out here grinding against Harrington like a fuckin' slut? What happened? I thought he was the enemy, now you're dick riding?"

"Slut? I'm a slut for fuckin' dancing with a friend? Really? You're over here half fucking naked, doing stupid games to impress your fucking boyfriends and ugly bitches you probably already fucked while I was away in California. Never once have you came to dance with me and we came to this party together! TO-GETHER! Not with your boyfriends, not with the big haired bitches you was with outside, you came here with me! Me, your fucking girlfriend!"

"Oh please Jackie, you're being fuckin' dramatic! I was doing nothing but having fun, why do you have to be on my dick twenty four seven with your non-stop nagging!" His words got louder, dangerously louder but it only got her more pissed off.

"Dramatic!? I'm being dramatic because you ran off to go get drunk and flirt with sluts? I'm being dramatic because I'm fuckin sick of your bullshit and don't know why you're treating me like I'm one of these fuckin whores that's waiting for the opportunity to suck your dick?! And let's not fucking forget nagging! I'm nagging because I'm trying to make you take responsibility for your fuckin actions because you want to jump down my throat for mine? Does Steve got you that hard by the balls that you lost all your common sense and want to start acting different to the only fuckin bitch who knows you and your fuckin skeletons. The old Billy would never fuckin done this shit, no matter how drunk he is or how jealous he got. He...you would of never called me a slut, let alone try to scare me by almost hitting me!"

She yelled back at him, her voice cracking in every word she spoke, her eyes was glossy but she'd be damn to let any tears fall for him right now. She could feel herself reaching a line she wasn't supposed to cross with him but she could also feel herself breaking.

And it was already too late, she felt herself crying and worse part yet, she was still trapped underneath her asshole of a boyfriend who looked finally looked guilty for his actions.

Which was good. He should feel guilty.

"Jackie, you know I didn't mean that right? I'm sorry okay? I just... I had too much to drink and got carried away. You know I would never, ever put my fuckin' hands on you. I'll die before hurting you. You know that, right?" His words came out so soft, it was unavailable that it was even Billy speaking.

It was almost like a whisper and for a second, she thought what he said was genuine but even she couldn't believe him. Not now at least.

"Are you sure about that? Because it looked like you wanted to slap the shit out of me for telling nothing but the truth. Steve is hurting your ego so bad by being with me that you're acting like a fucking bitch. On Halloween of all nights, after being reunited after months away. You know, while you was having fun being the top dog here, I was fucking miserable back at Cali? I can't remember a day I didn't cry because you didn't have time to answer a fuckin call or letters that I spent hours upon days writing."

"Jesus Jackie, this shit again? I don't even know what you're fuckin' talking about. I never got a letter or even a call from you at all!" His words left her shocked, not because he yelled at her, that was normal. But because her letters and calls never even reach him. All this time she was thinking nothing but the worst of him but he was actually out being a good boyfriend.

Doesn't she feel like shit.

About that part of course, Billy was still a fucking dick for what he said and did.

"I'm really am sorry Jackie."

"Prove it, say you love me." The way she had to say that sentence broke her More than anything he said today, it felt embarrassing to have a to beg, let alone tell your boyfriend to say he loves you and prove that he's sorry.

What's even crazy, he actually complied. "I love you. I love you like fuckin crazy." He stated while getting done on his knees, taking her hands in his and kissed them all while staring up at her with the most innocent eyes she ever seen from him before.

"Look, I don't do this shit much and this is the only time you'll see and hear this from me, but I'm doing it now and with a pure as shit heart. I'm on my knees, asking for your forgiveness. I know I was wrong for what I said. And I'm really fucking sorry. You don't have to forgive me tonight or even ever but understand I'm not going to stop until you do. I love you, and that's a lot to say, let alone to admit but I ain't even fully sober so.."

His drunken ramble made her just break into a small fit of laughter. As much as she never seen this kind of jealous Billy, she never seen this side of him either and she had to admit, it was absolutely adorable and attractive.

"Alright fine, I forgive ya Hargrove." She got on her knees as well to level with him better as kissed him on the lips and cheek. "But you owe me a dance and a fucking drink. And, no sex for a week.

Now the last part felt a little too cruel to him but he understood and complied. Not going to lie as harsh as that punishment was for him, he couldn't help but laugh a little bit that he fucked up so bad that it came to that. And he just earned every part of her again not too long ago.

But still, he had to accept it and be respectful. After all, he just got his girl back and he wasn't going to loose her, ever.

"Alright sweetheart."

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Four | Swoon

You know the intense feeling you get when you see two dogs about to fight? The undeniable fear of not knowing what's going to happen or how bloody it's going to get?

Yeah, that was Jacqueline's situation right now, standing between two people in her life who looked like they're ready to rip each other's throat out. Now she's face with two choices, either pull the pick me girl shit and try to make Billy back out by getting in his face and repeating the same dumbass phrase; "this isn't you", knowing damn well fighting is literally 90% of what makes Billy him. Or she could just silently back out and watch them fight.

Yeah, sadly number one seem like a better option, but without that phrase of course, "Steve just go, okay? This is not how I want to spend my first day here." She mumbled in a irritated tone, eyeing Steve down like a dog.

"Oh like how you spent yesterday with me?" He countered back causing a right hook to be thrown at him, hitting him directly in the jaw, causing him to land hard on the floor with a surprised look.

Yeah, Billy didn't throw that punch, it was the five foot six curly hair raven haired brunette who was about sick of this shit the second it started. She didn't say anything after that, she didn't want to.

Instead she turned to look at Billy and with that one look, he knew it was time to go. So with one quick swoop, Jacqueline was in his arm's being carried all the way to gym. Dramatic right? Billy was never really this type of guy but maybe seeing Jacqueline knock out his rival turned him on so much, he wanted to be extra nice. But who knows?

Once they got to the gym, it was completely silent. Barely anyone was in there but those two who sat quietly in the bleachers. Eventually Billy was the one to break that silence, "You know he's dead right?" He stated, not as a question but as a promise to her. A statement, as you will, for what just happened.

"Oh, so the great Billy Hargrove is going to protect his girlfriend's honor now? By beating up a guy she just sucker punched. My hero." Jacqueline teased, earning a slight snicker from the curly dirty blonde haired boy beside her.

"Bet your pretty ass I am, always." He stated, his eyes burning into hers in a adoring way before he decided to look off to see everyone else filling into the gym like ants a minute later.

"Say, how about we skip this and leave to-." He took a quick pause for dramatics but she already knew where this was heading by the big grin on his face. "My place?"

Jacqueline couldn't help but to look at the boy as if he was bat shit insane. Billy never skips gym, the boy loved physical tournament against his peers more than he loved his car. Shit, more than he loved her. He practically eats, breathes, and sleep physical activity, when it didn't include sex. But now he wants to skip it?

"Since when do you skip gym?" The brunette questioned curiously but her question wasn't answered the way she wanted, in fact it was ignored completely and was answered with her being thrown over his shoulder with a hard smack to the ass for good measure. "Since when did I have to explain anything to you?" He fired back sassily, earning nothing but a loud huff from the brunette.

"You have to take me on a date first before you think you can get any of this Hargrove. You never replied to my calls or letters for months on end. You have to earn every part of me back."

He couldn't help but smile widely at her sassiness as he continued carrying her out to his car. The parking lot was naked, barely any cars, teachers or even students trying to skip. It was just them and he liked it. While placing her on the hood of his car, he took the opportunity to place himself between her legs as a way of trapping her.

"I promise I'll do everything in my power to earn back every last bit of ya. Scout's honor."

"You were never a scout." She teased, leaning in to press her head against his. She couldn't help but smile so hard that her cheeks was hurting, this was real. She was finally back in his arms, together forever baby.

"I really did fuckin' missed you, you know? There wasn't a day I wasn't thinking about you Jackie, honestly. And that's a lot to say coming from me."

It was true, Billy has never been the type to say how he felt. Jacqueline could always read him by his eyes though, and that was enough. That's what their relationship was like. Billy wasn't the PDA type, the sentimental type or even the one to say I love you. And yet he didn't need to, he always tried to because that's what he believed his girl deserved but he didn't need to. She could always tell from his eyes, they were like a story book to her, a open window; she could read every part of him in them and she was absolutely ok with that.

But to hear him say what he said, for the first time? It made her completely forget why she was even mad at him. With that alone, he just earned every part of her once again. She was fully his and he also needed to hear it.

"I love you.." Once again it was supposed to be strong enough for him to know she meant it but yet it came out almost a whisper. As if she was scared to say it herself but yet it was enough for him. Once again their lips met, this time it was slow and passionate. Like they both needed it. Their lips moved beautifully in sync, it felt comfortable, sweet, and magical all in one and yet it was all gone the second Billy pulled away.

"I forgot my clothes back in the locker room. Wanna walk me back and then we'll go?"

"What about Max?" She questioned, the thought of his little sister Max finally hitting her. She was so caught up in seeing him again, she completely forgot about Max. Even though she was closed off and a bit of a bitch, Jacqueline loved that little red headed brat.

"She can skate home." He shrugged it off, earning a punch on the shoulder that he claimed was uncalled for. "What? She can handle herself for one day Jackie. I just want to spend time with my girl."

"I don't want you to get in trouble with Neil." Her words came out as genuine but it seemed to struck a nerve with Billy which made her quickly shut up. She knew that specific subject was sensitive to him, shit she was practically his nurse since they were 12 after every aftermath with those two. I guess that's what made them close, he was vulnerable with her from the start, so was she with him.

"I'll be fine. Just stay here, I'll be back." He stormed off before she could even apologize, leaving her to sit alone on his car. As much as she loved him, she couldn't stand his short temper. I guess you could say that was one of the down fall in the relationship. As much as he try to be good to her, his temper was what ruined almost everything. It was a weapon, it was a result and source of trauma for both of them. It scared her but made him feel like shit.

And with how much of it happening, it was like a routine in their lives. He would get triggered by something so little to her and then he will throw a fit which resulted to him breaking shit everywhere around them, sometimes he'll degrade her, and in a rare moment, he would always be so close to hurting her but always held back. When it gotten that bad, he would always apologize a million of times each day and shower her with nothing but gifts until she forgive him and each time she did.

Any normal girl would leave the relationship right then and there but not her. It's not that she likes it, or her love for Billy is so strong it blinds her from the danger. Yeah, sometimes he scares her to death but yet he was there for her when she was scared to death of her father. He healed her wounds, he dried her tears, he protected her like she protected him. Yeah he's this crazy piece of shit but at the end of the day, he's her William. And only she knows that he didn't turn out how he turned out for no reason.

So forever until the relationship drains her enough to leave, he will always be her William. Her Billy.

°°°

They arrived at his house, what's the funny part is that he's only a block or two away from her, the bad part is that Steve is practically her neighbor and once he finds that out all hell will break loose. But that's a later problem right?

The now problem is his parents. Although Billy's step mom adored her, Neil viewed her as a slut, something lower than dirt and her hatred for him always matched. As they stepped in the house, it was nothing but silent. That relieved her a bit, she didn't have to face him today-

"Well look who's here. I thought I told you to not bring sluts like her in this house." Neil projected with confidence, he knew it was going to riled her up and he loved it. Despite everything, he loved the fire in her and so did his son.

"Bite me douchebag. You're a father, a grown ass man, act like it before you decide to call a seventeen year old girl a slut because you can't handle the fact my breast are bigger than your wife's." Her words came out as venom as it not only stung Neil and his wife that was only a corner away but it surprised Billy.

"Suck on that one next time you want to slut shame a fucking kid. And by the way only your son's dick has been in me so don't worry on that one."

Again, it left everyone speechless. You could practically see Neil boil up with anger and before he could explode, she dashed upstairs, dragging Billy along with her. She hated speaking to Neil because one, she could never handle her anger when it came to him and two she knew it the outcome. And the outcome was always Billy ended up getting hurt, that's why she never liked going over to his house. Yeah she loved Max and love how Billy always wanted her in his house so he could spoil her for a change but facing Neil always ruined things.

"I'm sorry, I know I should of kept my mouth closed." Her words came out as a mumble as she sat on the edge of the bed.

"It's alright. No need to worry darlin' "

"What do you mean No need to worry? He hurts you every time I open my fuckin' mouth. You know how hard it is to look you in the face when you come in my room and see that I'm the cause of you getting hurt?! Your father is too much of a pussy to face me so he takes it out on you and it's fuckin' aggravating!" Her worries soon turn into a rant as she finds herself pacing around the room like a mad woman until a quick action was took that caused her to crash onto to the bed, she was tackled. And the culprit was no one else but Billy.

She looked at him with a confused expression as he just smiled down at her in reply. "You know you're sexy when you worry right? It gets me hard sometimes." His teasing only cause her to be even more pissed off but also embarrassed. Billy had this way with her, he could easily make her shy or just more pissed off. Right now she's both.

"Quit your shit Hargrove." She tried to insert her own dominance but was quickly shut down when he grabbed her by her chin, while his other arm was pressed above her for balance. "You wanna repeat that?"

His voice was low but held enough power to shut her up. His thumb ran over her bottom lip, making it open up her mouth slightly as he slip his tounge in. Her body felt burning hot against his touch, she could feel electricity run through her veins like bullets as he kissed her, his tounge eagerly exploring her mouth as she desperately kissed back. Her lips matching his intensity, both lips moving messily against each other but somehow still connected as if they were glued together. Each parties, struggled to breathe but neither wanted to stop.

Soon enough, the kiss broke apart giving Jacqueline a chance to catch her breath but nothing stopped for Billy. His lips made their way down the girl's jawline, her neck, and her shoulder, leaving a wet and bruised trail all the way down to her breast that "magically" got exposed during their steamy make out session.

His tounge darted around her right nipple as his hand squeezed and massaged her other breast in a frantic way causing her to let out a shaky breath. As they were getting sensitive, she was getting wet underneath and he knew that. That's when things became intense.

His eyes were clouded with nothing but arousal and were to glued to hers as he sucked and toyed her nipple, soon switching to get the other one giving it the same attention. His lips latched onto the already sensitive nipple with lust coated excitement as he began to suck roughly while giving the same, breast whom nipple he already sucked, and left red hickies over, a hard squeeze. Watching as the girl tried her absolute best to hide the fact she felt pleasure from his doings.

Even though it was cute to watch her struggle to keep a straight face, it wasn't enough for him. He bit down on her nipple as his sucking became aggressive and desperate as he bit down on the bud, that he was already viscously sucking, earning a open mouth moan from her. He then began to grind his dangerously harden cock against her as hard as he could just to break her fully.

Her body flushed with heat as she couldn't help but break under his touch and became a moaning mess. She didn't know what to do or how to stop it, his grinding continued dangerously as she held back on her erotic cries with a lip bite and did her best to avoid the intense eye contact with him which only made him stop what he was doing and grab her face.

His index finger and thumb squeezed her lips together in a painful way, only slightly, forcing her to look directly into his eyes as his hands slipped through her shorts and over her wet center. He didn't continue or push further, instead he watched her. Waiting for her to tell him that it was okay, no, in fact he was waiting for her to beg.

And just before she could even give in to the thought, there was a loud knock on the bedroom door, followed by Neil's annoying yelling. "Get your lazy ass off that bed with that whore and come take your sister out to trick or treat. It's Halloween for fuck sakes!"

Right, I may have forgot to mention it was Halloween. And I always seem forget to mention that a certain someone was throwing a party tonight and Jacqueline was already invited.

Oops?

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