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𓆩♡𓆪 episode twelve: INSANITY ARC/EARNED IT.

i deadass dont know what to say. i love y’all though :)

backstage, 11:00 pm – after Summer Slam.

you didn’t want to talk to anyone right now.

you were going to shower and go back to your hotel room, it wasn’t that late and while everyone were hitting up bars and clubs to celebrate, you wanted to go to bed. you had to wake up early tomorrow anyways.

even though the hallway was empty, you could hear people in their locker rooms and halls chatting and laughing out loud.

well at least some of us feel good about themselves.

it was almost embarrassing. the way you dragged your feet along the ceramic floor and how just felt down. you’ve been the bad guy before, why is this so different?! maybe because you didn’t want to do it? or because of how sudden it was? maybe you’re just not ready for turns like that and that it’s just too soon.

regardless, you knew it was going to be okay. at some point…

you push your locker room’s door open and once again, you gasp at the amount of flowers in your room. you scanned your room quickly and didn’t see a card. you raise and eyebrow, could be your colleagues congratulating you on your match, or maybe your Japanese fans sent them as a congratulations for your first pay-per-view.

you didn’t think much of them this time.

you were just trying to get out and go home. so that’s what you did, after a quick shower and trying your best to not drop all the bouquets, you left without a trace.

7:15 pm, Germany.

going to bed early was definitely a good choice. everyone arrived in Germany groggy as hell, but you felt okay. you slept like an actually baby last night and it felt like almost everything had evaporated from your mind, almost, that is.

you stare at the ceiling in your new hotel room, and it stares back at you. you had a lot of questions.

who the hell thought it was a good idea to turn you heel and align you with Shawn Michaels?

what was Hunter going to think?

and lastly, what’s with the damn flowers?

you turn your head and look at the clock on the other side of the wall, 7:18 pm, it’s barely the evening. you should talk to Hunter, that’s the first thing you should do.

after a warm shower that took your mind off of distractions, you changed your clothes and ended up wearing a yellow top and minty green mini skirt, white mary janes and floral bag, maybe you can convince him to talk over dinner... or something.

you close your room’s door behind you, the hallway was quiet. everyone was probably asleep right now due to exhaustion from the flight, was Hunter even awake right now? you should’ve called his room, he’s not even that far away.

Hunter’s room was the door opposite yours.

well.

you walk exactly four steps then knock on his door twice, you almost didn’t want him to open the door but you also wanted this to be over with. you go to knock the door again, but the door is opened and there he was, as he opened the door, he struggled to button up his shirt.

“hey!” he said breathlessly, “oh. are you.. going somewhere? I don’t wanna bother you-…”

“I actually was gonna ask you to go get dinner with me” he smiled, “and come in” he said letting you in.

he seems in good spirits.

you sit awkwardly on a sofa as he scrambles back in his bedroom to put on some shoes. “any ideas where we could go?” he yells from inside, and you barely even heard him. “y/n?” he asked as he came out of the room.

“we’ll do whatever you want, but can we talk before that?”

Hunter sighs and you get up, “it’s the Shawn thing isn’t it?” he asked, you nod. “I know I should’ve said something the moment I found out we were gonna be put together in a love storyline since we’re together now. I didn’t know what you would think and in the moment I was having an internal conflict about the turn as a whole” you explain, “I understand if your mad at me, but-”

“hey” Hunter cut you off, “relax, I’m not mad at you” he says, and it felt like weight was lifted off of your shoulders. “you were just doing your job, doing what you were told to do” he walked closer to you, “you and I know Vince and his ideas that come on a whim, I’m not mad at you at all. I don’t even have the right to be. It’s okay” he says wrapping his arms around your waist.

you immediately pull him into a hug.

it was such a stupid thing. he’s right, you were just doing your job. you felt your chest tighten then release. “it’s okay angel, i’m not mad at you” Hunter rubs your back. “when I was in-… when I was in the ring with the girls, and I was thinking about how Vince made me a heel so quick, it felt like everything I’ve tried to build up was all shattered” you say as tears well in your eyes, “by something so stupid”

“see, you need to stop right here. pretty girls don’t cry”, Hunter pulled away from you, “now look at me, we’re gonna go out and I’m gonna take your mind off of this bullshit, you hear me?” he asked, you nod as you mumble a “yeah”

“now can you help me button this up, please?”

you begin buttoning up his shirt for him, but only until you’re about three buttons away from his neck is when your remembered.

“I uhm, I found more flowers in my locker room last night”

5:29 pm, backstage.

you weren’t even sad anymore, you were just pissed. you had a creative clause in your contract which means that you can do what you want and not do what you don’t want, and Vince straight up violated it.

Vince knew you didn’t want to be a heel, at least not early on in your career but here you were. you wanted answers, immediately.

that’s why you’re here, standing in front on Vince’s office. you’ve been standing here for at least ten minutes trying to think of a non violent way to confront him, but all roads lead to Rome. you have to deck him in the face.

you had a creative clause in your contract which means that you can do what you want and not do what you don’t want, and Vince straight up violated it.

Vince knew you didn’t want to be a heel, at least not early on in your career but here you were. you wanted answers, immediately.

you didn’t care if he was in the most important meeting of his life while in there, hell, you didn’t even care if you were going to get fired for this. you were going to fuck shit up regardless.

“Vince?” you say as you walk in, and what a pleasant surprise, both Vince and Shawn were in here. boy, was this going to be fun.

you sigh with a smile as you sit in the chair next to Shawn. Shawn and Vince exchange confused but knowing glances.

“you know why I’m here.” you state.

“Y/n, I-“ Vince starts, “no, no, don’t even start. I’m the one who’s gonna talk here” you raise a finger. “I don’t know what the fuck was going through your mind when you decided on my behalf that I’m better off acting a particular way, but let me tell you something, you don’t tell me what to do; I have creative control in my contract and over my gimmick, and never forget that I can leave whenever I desire. I’ve heard about you having elaborate bullshit ideas and pulling the strings out of nowhere, but I expected you to be reasonable and have some common sense and pull that shit in the middle of a fucking pay-per-view.”

Shawn and Vince looked at you in horror, no one talks to the boss like that! hm… well.

“I promise you right now that if i wasn’t thinking straight I would’ve walked out like it meant nothing to me, but it did. it meant something to the girls, it meant something to me.”

the room was silent for a moment, Vince was flabbergasted. “and by the way, you could’ve picked anyone but this guy” you point to Shawn.

“well…” Vince began as an attempt to reason with you, “getting with you was his idea!” Vince points to Shawn who mumbles something under his breath as he looks away.

wait, what?

“what do you mean this was ‘Shawn’s idea?’” you narrow your eyes at Vince.

Vince glances over to Shawn and you do the same. you chuckle as you pinch your nose bridge, “for fuck’s sake” you sink into your seat.

10:39 pm, Raw <Live>

today was… odd. not particularly interesting but, well it was something. you were completely zoned out as you stood in gorilla next to Taker, it was just as busy as it always is. no one noticed that you were off, Vince was monitoring the show, some staff were bringing in some last minute promo papers, there were some technicians in the corner, the usual. no one noticed that you were off.

but Taker did.

“you alright kid?” Taker asked, you look up at him and answer with an absentminded hum. “you don’t look like it” he nudged your shoulder. “you ever not wanna do anything because of your gimmick?” you ask, eyes past the curtains. “oh yeah” he answers.

you look up him, “there’s been a lot of things that seemed really cool to me that I wanted to participate in but would’ve been so darn stupid if it wasn’t for me being - well you know - dead”

you sigh, “I get it”.

he looks down at you again, oh. it’s one of those wrestling days.

“look kid” Taker began and you look up at him, “I know you and I have had our ups and downs, and I know we’re not exactly fond of each other but I have a duty, and as locker room leader I’m supposed to give the younger talent advice when they need it. you definitely didn’t notice but word goes around quick ‘round here and the boys are already talking about your little thing with Vince and Shawn in the office earlier..” he explained and your eyes widen.

“..w-what?” you ask, he places a hand on your shoulder and shakes his head. “jus’ don’t think about it too much. thing is, I can see you’re going through a hard time” he says making you chuckle, “I know I don’t look amazing today, but damn” and he laughs.

“look, you’ve done some great things in the short time you’re here and i’m not gonna ignore that, you’ve really done some incredible work! your match at summerslam was real good, and I can see that it taking the women’s locker in a good direction and I don’t want you to like .. lose your focus on the work you’re doing” he said looking away from you.

this felt a bit sudden, but you two needed to sort out your problems at some point and it’s been so long since it felt like you had mentally buried the hatchet.

“we all know Vince is ..not really fully there” he point to his head and you giggle, “and the longer you stay here, you’ll see more of it. stand up for yourself when you need but sometimes you’re gonna have to do things for the sake of doin’ ‘em; or because it’s what good for business. don’t let this little tidbit stop you from performing well, I know it feels like hell right now, but it won’t bother you after a while” he pats on your shoulder.

you know what? you needed that. you really needed to hear that.

you didn’t know what to say or do, so you hugged his waist. it was funnily awkward, but he patted your back some more.

“thank you” you smile, “it means a lot that you think, genuinely. and uhm, I wanna apologize for the uhm, fight. that was outta line and I shoulder have done that” you fidget with your hands. “eh, don’t worry ‘bout it. I forgave you for it a long time ago, granted I was acting like a dick, so i’m sorry too” he says.

a staff member quietly reminds Taker that he’s entrance is coming up. you quickly wish him good luck as he fixes up his hat and coat, you lean against the wall and take in what he said.

“it won’t bother you after a while” his words echoed through your mind, you hoped it would get better soon.

you look down at your self, the extravagant gear your wore today was a bit much. you wore a mini skirt and a cropped zip up jacket, both were pearl white and had bright red broken heart prints all over them. your boots were thigh high and had the same print but inverted. at least the beret was plain white. how is Shawn not colour blind yet?

ans speaking of the devil, he walks in, clearly looking for you but you ignore him and stand by the ramp.

he awkwardly stands next you, contemplating whether or not he should say something but he doesn’t. guess he’ll have to wait until you’re out in the ring.

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