˚｡⋆⭒ ˚｡⋆⭒

IRL!

(Friday, August 19th, 2022)

Friday Night SmackDown

Montreal, Quebec, Canada

˚｡⋆⭒ ˚｡⋆⭒

I snake around the corner seeing the police door opening and without thinking twice, because who has time for that, I sprint towards her and kick her head into the car.

"Are you serious right now?" Pearce yells at me as I grab Ronda's body and shove her into the door. Her hands are cuffed behind her back, but she immediately starts kicking me until Pearce, or one of the cops, grabs me from behind and pulls me back.

"Get her the hell off me!" Ronda shouts as I smirk at her and the blood dripping down her face.

"You are asking for it, Crimson Kae, do you want to be banned from the building too?" Pierce chews me out as the cop not holding me guides Ronda into the car.

"Are you serious, Pearce?! If that was me-" Ronda argues as the cop goes to shut the door. I don't think so. I roll my eyes before harshly freeing myself out of the officer's grasp and grabbing the door before it closes.

"Crimson!" Pearce yells at me.

I position my body and super-kick the hell out of Ronda before yanking her closer as her body falls limp. "I'm gonna finish what I started SummerSlam, and I will get my way." I giggle lowly before shoving her back and slamming the door shut.

Pearce steps in front of me, pointing angrily behind him as spit flies from his mouth. "My office. NOW!" I raise my brows at him, staring blankly until his phone rings and he answers it, storming away.

I rock on my toes spinning around to watch the police car pull out. "Bye Ronda." I say smugly and just as the car is out of view a black suv pulls in. I can hear the arena start chanting and erupting into cheers while a man walks around to open the door. My smirk is promptly wiped off my lips and my jaw slacks as Roman steps out of the car. Way to kill a girls' good mood...

He glances over his shoulder where the police car had left and shrugs carelessly before beginning to walk. I inhale sharply through my nose, about to do another thing that wasn't part of my plan tonight... but since the opportunity presents...

"Roman Reigns." I step in his path snapping his attention immediately. His eyes zero on me and he looks quite unhappy that I am in his way. "Sending Paul Heyman to threaten me?" I shake my head. "What a cowardly move."

He chuckles, the frown on his face lifting to a smug expression as he subtely lifts his shoulder. "He's just doing his job." Righttt. And what's Roman's job again? Since everyone else seems to do everything for him around here? Run errands, threaten me... win his matches for him... the list goes on.

"Right." I nod slowly, as if I'm contemplating. "Well, when I want something done, I do it myself." I take a daunting step forward, holding my chin up high. "And when I threaten somebody, it comes straight from my mouth."

His eyes bore into mine, as his demeanor shifts more serious. "Is that what you're doing right now?" Now that's humorous....

I actually chuckle out loud. "I believe I am the least of your concerns, Roman Reigns." I glance up at him through my lashes.

He nods, eyes flashing behind us to the camera for a split second before they return to me and his nostrils widen as he inches closer, leaving barely any space left. "I think you're my biggest concern." He says lowly. Check. Mate.

"Mmm." I hum, laying my palm flat on his chest. "Then what does that say about you?" I smirk to myself, letting my hand rake down his chest rising and falling before I push past him, walking down the hall with purpose knowing I won that conversation and left him at a loss for words.

And I'm just getting started.

˚｡⋆⭒ ˚｡⋆⭒

I make my way straight to catering to swipe a water, absolutely not going to Pearce's office, before settling back in front of a tv. They show him ranting about me not showing up, a couple matches happen, then the ginger roach appears on screen with Roman, saying how Jimmy and Jey are stuck in traffic, I assume coming back from the errand, and then I tune out the rest.

Michael and Pat... alright, Pat, mention Roman and I's so called 'steamy' interaction before Pat complains about Heyman would dare threaten me?! I agree, Pat!! Loving him, can he be the only one to speak near me or about me?! I would love that.

I rub my hands together, growing tired as I wait for my moment to strike. Liv's backstage interview I didn't touch, knowing I said I'd wait my turn... but as soon as the tv switches to the green-haired bitch being interviewed by Kayla in the gorilla, my body practically buzzes. I make my way down the hall until I hear the aggravating voice drone on about Liv.

Kayla gasps, immediately backing up as my foot connects with... green-hair's jaw, knocking her backwards. I then slam my knee into her face. I yank her up by her hair turning to a wide- eyed Kayla. "Are you getting this, Kayla?" Ronda just wasn't enough to get my thirst out of my system... darn.

"Uhhh." She trails off before she even starts. I roll my eyes, wrapping my arm around green-hair's neck and ddt her face into the ground before pushing myself back up to my feet. Kayla swallows as I turn to her again.

"Can I borrow this, Kayla?" I ask while reaching over and plucking the microphone from her hands before she can answer. I promised Briar, Uncle Jack, and Jason a front row seat to a show, and I will deliver. "Thank you." I chime and push through the curtains just as my music hits. Smart people.

The crowd immediately jumps to their feet, shouting and cheering as I make my way down to the ring, twirling the microphone in my hand like the cat that caught the canary.

SummerSlam was only a preview of what I plan to do here on SmackDown... and since I'm being begged to address my actions... well... I love to speak. And throw five year old tantrums... and do whatever I want.

Just ask Ronda.

"Ohhh, Michael, we are in for a treat!" Pat hollers excitedly. "Crimson Kae is making her way down to the ring now."

"Yes she is Pat, after she just brutally attacked Shotzi backstage moments ago, interrupting her interview that is." Michael rebuttals. Okay, Michael.

"Well, I for one don't care how she gets it done, just as long as she does! Monday night on Raw she told Sarah we'd have to wait until tonight to here from her, and I've waited long enough, Michael! Let's hear what she has to say!" Pat cheers as I step up onto the apron with a smirk on my face.

Looks like Pat is about to get his wish...

˚｡⋆⭒ ˚｡⋆⭒

𝟶ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʙɪsᴄᴜɪᴛ𝟽sᴘᴇᴀᴋs!

Hellooo, hellooo!! And welcome back to Crimson Ustulationnn!! AND HAPPY BACKLASHHH ;)

So sorry for the extra long waittt!! I was going to update Monday & today but left my notebook at work that had some scenes written down for the chapter that I def needed & could not bring myself to write lmao, so thank y'all for hanging in there!! Wow, it literally feels like I haven't updated in foreverrr, omggg I missed it sm, so good to be back!!

Whewww, a lot happened this chapterrr, holyyy!! AND SMACKDOWN IS NOT OVER YETTT!!🤭🤭 Our girl Crimson has QUITE a bit to sayyy!! BUT FIRSTTT... ROMAN & CRIMSON INTERACTIONNN, HELLO?!!! I literally get SO fucking excited when people say they need more of them & can't wait for them to interact again!! EEEKKK!! I wrote this scene a few weeks ago & then when I saw that Roman arrives right after Ronda leaves I knew this was the perfecttt moment for it <333

AND CRIMSON WAS LEAVING ROOM FOR NOBODYYY TO BREATHE THIS CHAPTERRR!!! She is vicious, ruthless, & no apologies will be coming from me about itttt🤭🤭

Anywayssss, I hope y'all enjoyed this chapterrrr!! Bc it was SOOO much fun to writeee!! And ofc I left y'all on a cliffhanger bccc who would I be if I didn't?! SOOO UNTIL NEXT TIMEEE... MWAHHH!! <3333

Also if anyone ever shows up to the biggest Crimson fan & defender competition & Pat's there... might as well turn aroundddd bahaha, I'm loving his commentary for her lmaooo.