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IRL!

(Monday, August 15th, 2022)

Monday Night Raw

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I raise both brows, dropping the mic in Sarah's hand before continuing down the hall to the gorilla. Damn, no wonder someone is so threatened by me, can't go one wrestling night without being mentioned or interviewed.

I love it.

"Goddamn." Damian hisses, grabbing his side as he pushes through the curtain.

"Gonna be feeling that in the morning." Finn quips, Rhea right behind him.

"We came out on top, that's all that matters." She says.

"Exactly." I smirk, drawing their attention to me. "And looked very hot while doing it." I wink, earning a chuckle from Rhea.

"Would've been more fun if you were out there." She shrugs with an evil grin.

"Always is." I hum, head falling to the side before I turn to Damian. "Do you want ice?" He nods. "Okay."

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All three had to talk to management for a few minutes before rejoining me in the clubhouse, so I enter by myself just as my phone buzzes. Oh great.

denny's🧇😚

Oh, thank the lord. I thought it was going to be Hunter or somebody about my interview... but hey, she came up to me.

"What hoe?" I answer, sitting the bag of ice on the table.

"Okay, rude." Denni shouts into the phone over the crowd noise. "Glad you have your phone on you, can you tell JD that they're wanted for a quick photo shoot?" Don't blame whoever's decision that was.

"Yeah. I'll tell them when they get in here." I tell her.

"Oh, anddd... GUESS WHAT?!" Her voice blasts my ear drums and I have to pull the phone away slightly. WWE crowds have NOTHING on her volume...

"What?" I chuckle.

"I've been assigned to Judgement Day permanently!" She sings.

I beam proudly. Denni photographs every wrestler of course during shows, but behind the scenes and backstage photo shoots are assigned to specific photographers. And though she's done a few things for Judgement Day since moving to photograph for Raw, but getting assigned Judgement Day permanently is a big deal.

"Permanently?! Damnnn!! And you deserve it. You did that!" I make sure to emphasize.

We've both worked so hard to get where we are now, and to see her getting to live her dream, I couldn't be more proud of her. I can't imagine not being the one to cheer the loudest for my best friend, ever.

"Thank you! Oo, I gotta go!" She shouts as music hits and the line goes dead. I laugh, shaking my head.

Look at us now.

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"I thought the next time you undressed me would be a little different." Damian says smugly as I begin unbuttoning the rest of his shirt.

"Mmm, the night is still young." I hum, my fingertips grazing his skin at each button.

"You're just asking for trouble, aren't you, CK?" He speaks lowly.

I look up, raising my brows challengingly. "What I'm best at." His gaze seers into mine as I hold it as I reach the end of his shirt and rest my hands on the hem of his jeans before breaking the stare to assess his torso. A few dark spots were already forming into bruises and my fingers can't help but graze over the familiar spots.

"You're pushing it, CK." Damian's voice comes out strained and I snap out of my daze. Pushing it is where I thrive.

I grin slyly, yanking him closer by his belt loops and pressing the ice pack on his skin, causing him to seer at the cold touch.

"Ella diablo." He clears his throat.

"Quedate quieto entonces." I click my tongue, tugging on the loops playfully as I press the ice further into his torso. His hand wraps around my wrist and tugs me gently into him, the sweat of the ice pack pressing through my thin top as he leans down, his rigid breath fanning across my cheek.

"You're gonna kill me, carmesi." He whispers. "And I'll let you."

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Rhea, Damian, Denni, Finn, and I finally check in to our hotel around midnight, after Raw and their photoshoot. Rhea walked in during... Damian and I's chat, going on about my interview they recapped on tv. Rhea loved it, Damian... would have loved not being interrupted for the second time in one night, but hey, I like when things stay interesting.

"Stay with me tonight, CK." Damian says as we walk slowly behind the others.

"What about Finn? Kicking him to the curb?" I muse

"Our room has two bedrooms, you girls got one." He tells me, since I was on the phone with Uncle Jack while they got booked our rooms for the night.

"Okay." I nod.

Thankfully we got adjoined rooms, because it's just so much more convient that way, though we were all too tired to have any fun, but that'll be saved for this weekend.

"I call dibs on the shower." Rhea rushes out as we enter our room, and Denni and I snicker knowing she cannot go to bed feeling dirty.

"Okay, but I'm coming in to wash my face." Denni warns as Rhea smirks, closing the door behind her. "Ughhh, I have so much to do tomorrow." She groans. "I'm gonna drown myself in coffee."

"Ooo, I'm fine with that." I rub my hands together, changing into a t-shirt and nike shorts. "Better catch up before this weekend and get ready to take killer shots of me." I smirk.

"You're my muse." Denni hums, blowing me a kiss. "Brb, going to join Rhea in the shower." She wiggles her brows, grabbing her skin care bag.

I snort, shaking my head. "Enjoy my dream, I'm going to Damian's room."

Her head snaps around. "OH?!" She tilts her head forward.

I only grin. "Bye." I call over my shoulder, opening our adjoined door and knocking on theirs.

"Bye?" Denni stresses. "All I get is a bye?"

"Yes." I hum, peaking over my shoulder at her as the door clicks and swings open. "Bye." I taunt, turning around to a fully shirtless Damian in the doorway.

"Thanks for letting me steal her for the night, Den." Damian chuckles at Denni, throwing his arm around my shoulder and pulling me through as she flips him off and shuts the door behind us.

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"How have you been sleeping okay?" Damian asks softly as we lay in bed, my hand tensing on his chest. "Don't make me ask again."

"Fine." I mutter, drumming my fingers on his collarbone.

"Tell me the truth."

I sigh, raking my tongue across my teeth. "Day-"

"Crimson." He uses my entire name bringing my words to a dead halt.

A huff catches in my throat. I know he just cares. And he's worried. Just like Uncle Jack. But it's taxing on me.

I prop myself up on one elbow, hanging my head to the side. "Day."

He looks up at me. "Talk to me."

I shake my head, letting out a shaky breath. "I- I have to relive this hell. Every fucking time I close my eyes. I have for years, it's not gonna change. And I don't, I won't, take pills." My gaze falls to the sheets. "I can't."

"You've been the strongest person I know for the past five years I've known you, CK." Damian says. "And I've never pushed since you told me, and I don't want to, but I'm here no matter what."

My teeth sink into the flesh around my lips on the inside of my mouth. Talking about, hell even thinking about, makes my skin feel like it's on fire and there's ants crawling through my veins.

'You fucking bitch!'

'Do it again and I'm gonna fucking kill you.'

The putrid smells burns my nose.

The wooden floor bangs against my skull.

'Ah. That hurts.'

'I said that hurts, let go.'

'LET GO OF ME!'

'GET OFF OF ME!'

'I CAN'T BREATHE.'

'CE-'

"Hey. Can you hear me? CK? CK, plea-" Damian's voice echo's through my head until I feel my body being shaken and suddenly feel my lungs tighten and realize I can't breathe, I'm not breathing.

Damian's face twisted with absolute distress and concern becomes more clear as my vision refocuses. Fuck.

"I'm sorry." I blink at him.

"Fuck. CK." He pulls me into him as my heart hammers against my ribs. "You scared the hell out of me."

Fuck.

I inhale sharply, collecting my nonexistent, scrambled thoughts. "Make it go away."

"Wha-"

"Say something. Talk about something." I plea, clinging onto him. "Please."

"Okay." He clears his throat quietly, thinking for a moment. "I'm glad you're back with us. Rhea and I. I know you're on SmackDown, and I was hoping Hunter would let you join us in Judgement Day, but you can travel with us again, and that's all that matters."

I let his words sink in before speaking again. "I took the medicine last night. For Uncle Jack. He was worried, like you of course, so I took some for him. And it just made it worse, like it always does." And I'm out of solutions. "But it doesn't matter."

"It matters." Damian insists.

But they fuel me. They make me miserable, but remind me of why I am here, and do what I do. Is that wrong? It feels wrong to admit, even to just myself.

Damian lays us back down and I relax in his arms.

"I'm sorry." He says. "I shouldn't have..."

"I shouldn't have." I argue. "You shouldn't have had to see that." I lick my lips, the last bit of my lipstick coating my tongue.

Damian's brows furrow as he turns to look at me. "The strongest person I know." He says strongly. "Don't ever forget that."

What would I do without him in my life? I really don't know. But I'm so fucking glad I don't have to find out.

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Hey, heyyyy ;) WELCOME BACK TO CRIMSON USTULATION BITCHESSS!!!

AND HAPPY MF MONJEY NIGHT MAMIIII!! Okay, this chapter was literallyyy just Cramian lovers dreammm & who's mad about that... not meee!! Also, Crimson lore (cough trauma cough) makes me wanna rip my little heart out </3 but Damian being there for her makes it all better ugh. Also idk why but Denni was on one this chap, she made me laugh a lil tooo extra this chap bahaha.

Alsooo, this chap was a little extra longgg, so hope y'all enjoy!! I cannot wait for y'all's reactions to everything hehehe, so don't be afraid to comment your thoughts, questionsss, & reactionsss!! I can't wait for this next couple chapsss bc Crimson is gonna be making her gearrrr & then we heading into SMACKDOWNNN & my plans for SD are soooo GONNA EATTTT!! SO GET READY Y'ALLL WE TURNING IT UPPP FOR THE ROAD TO WRESTLEMANIAAA!!

Untilll next weeekkkk... WHICH WILL BE CRIMSON'S BDAYYY!! AHHH!! I took her zodiac sign test last year & she got ariesss (are we surprised cause I sure wasn't bahaha) & I could not think of a better bday for my chaotic crimson queen than april fools hehe. SO UNTILLLL THENNN, MWAH!!