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IRL!

(Friday, August 19th, 2022)

Friday Night SmackDown

Montreal, Quebec, Canada

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The heat from the lights bounce off my skin as sweat coats it, the roar of the crowd humming in my ears. I've wanted this for so long, I relish in it for a moment before bringing the microphone up to my lips, licking them as I smirk.

"Maybe I haven't made myself very clear." My voice cuts slowly through the arena. "I thought my statement at SummerSlam, and these past couple weeks, couldn't have been any louder, because they say actions speak louder than words, right? But that's fine-Hear me now as I introduce myself." A blanket of silence falls over the audience, with the exception of whispers and conversation here and there, everyone's hanging on to my every word, waiting to see what I have to say next. Good. Right in the palm of my hand, where they belong.

"I am a 3 time NXT Women's Champion, and although that doesn't seem to matter around here, it should, because no other woman in this business has been able to accomplish that, so let me try again— I am the only 3 time NXT Women's Champion." Applause begins to arise along with cheers, only spreading the fire that's licking my veins, a burning encouragement to proceed.

"And now I am here to make history once again." I sharpen my gaze, looking directly into the camera. "I want every single person in this arena, in the back... watching at home, to hear me when I say this: I am out for blood. I will turn the entire lockroom into a bath of it as I watch every woman in this division bleed while they beg for mercy. I don't care if you're the champ, or a Chief, or if your name is Ronda Rousey." I mock, letting out scoffed-laugh. "Yeah, cause that name is really supposed to mean something around here, as if she didn't run to this sport cause she couldn't win in her own."

"OOOOO!!" The crowd erupts at that as I continue on.

"They all have the same color of red in their veins. Crimson." I let out a deep chuckle. "Man or woman, it doesn't matter, I will run through every single person here to get what I want and make it to the top. I've been the hot topic of conversation since the moment I arrived." I smile victoriously. "I've already won, and I haven't even had a match yet." I rake my tongue across my teeth. "Although some people have mistaken my lack of matches thus far as weakness, but ohhh, baby, I'm just getting started. I'm already the face of SmackDown, the highlight of SummerSlam, the focus on Raw, hell! They're still chanting my name on NXT—And I love my name being chanted." I giggle to myself.

"There hasn't been a single night of wrestling, a backstage conversation, or a social media post where my name hasn't been mentioned!" I take a moment, exhaling contently. "Ronda's talking about me, Liv's avoiding me, Paul Heyman's having meetings about me, Roman Reigns... can't seem to stop thinking about me... since apparently I'm the only worry on his mind... I haven't even won a match here yet, little long a title, and yet I'm already celebrating multiple wins and far more relevant than any champ here." I grin so hard my cheeks hurt. "The one-armed crybaby and the 'island of relevancy...' hmmm, maybe I should run my own island since I'm better off than both of them right now, huh? Either way, trust me when I. Say. This: There will be a massacre, and it will be me coming out dripping in Crimson and gold, and reigning in victory in the end. Believe. That." I let the microphone lay lazily in my hand before allowing it to fall, dropping loudly on the mat below.

I clear my throat, taking a step forward and grab the camera forcefully pulling it close to my face. "Do I have your attention now, and have a made myself clear. enough. yet? Hmmm?" I tilt my head menacingly to the side before shoving the camera back.

Statement made.

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The roar of my name being chanted along with boo's hums in my ears. I feel the intensity beat in my chest with every step I take backstage. I'm only pulled out of the moment of bliss in my mind when a few people run by me and suddenly hollering and screaming reaches my ears, I'm sure moments after everyone else's.

The kind of screams I relish in. The ones of pain and agony. I follow where the scene unfolding until I come across Shayna hovering over Liv on the ground, where I presume she was warming up for her match I so graciously brought to an end before it could begin, pulling Liv's good arm through her bad one she has twisted backwards. I chuckle deeply, watching in admiration.

"I could break your arm right now, but I want to wait to Cardiff where I can break your arm and take your championship in two weeks at Clash at the Castle." Shayna rages in Liv's ear before rising to her feet as a ref waves his arms around and a backstage worker yells at her to stop as she kicks Liv's head sending her body back, just barely missing the practice ring that's back here. Hmm, looks like she was avoiding me... how cute. I never seem to tell a lie, do I?

Shayna steps back to admire her work as the camera pans to me for a moment before back to her, then to Liv's limp body. Shayna's attention lands upon me and I wave my fingers at her.

"Hi, Shayna." I chirp. She raises her brows, taking a step towards me, but her body's much more laxed than before. She knows we share the same goal. I hum, stroking my finger down the chain latched onto her black jeans. "I sincerely hope you win in two weeks." I tell her, glancing back up at her with a sly grin. "I'd love to run it back with you once again."

She chuckles, glancing back at Liv over her shoulder. "You won't have to hope for much longer." Oh, excellent.

"Glad we're on the same page, Shayna." I let her chain fall through my fingers. "We always are."

With that I leave, heading down the hall I begin running through the rest of tonight's plans in my head until smack— for fucksake.

"Not a concern, huh?" A deep, growing familiar, voice speaks. I knew my high off of my promo would come crashing down...

I sigh thoroughly through my nose, taking a step back and angling my gaze up to meet his eyes staring down at me. Why do I always run into one of them?!

I notice he's alone, no twins, no... pest, no Wiseman. Hmm.

"Going alone to the ring, huh?" I click my tongue, smirking.

"Does that concern you?" He questions, adjusting the title across his shoulder.

I shrug simply, inching a step forward. "Well, since I'm your biggest concern, you must not have time for anything else." I lay my palm flat on the belt around his waist.

He chuckles lowly. "I think you should stay out of my way."

"Yet here you are, standing in mine." I retort, gripping his belt tightly. "But look at you, making a threat all on your own." I pat his chest, leaning up to his ear. "You should take my advice more often, maybe you'd be as relevant as me right now." I giggle, pushing myself away and walking off with a huge grin on my face.

Match or not I always manage to stay winning.

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𝟶ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʙɪsᴄᴜɪᴛ𝟽sᴘᴇᴀᴋs!

Hello, hellooo... and welcome back ;)

This has been one of the chapters I've been MOST excited for ever since I wrote Crimson's segment/promo a couple months agoooo ;) it felt veryyy punk vibes, which is perfect for her all things considered hehe... SO CAN WE TAKE A FCKING MOMENT FOR THAT BC I FEEL LIKE SHE FCKING ATEEE & PUT EVERYONE ON MF BLAST 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

AND ANOTHER CRIMSON & ROMAN INTERACTIONNN... HELLO?! I loveee when y'all want more of them, bc SO DO I, so I always love & look forward to y'all's reactions for them hehehe.

Alsoooo, her & Shayna's scene was nottt planned but OMFG was I SOOO here for itttt🤭👀👀 can't wait to see y'all freak over thatttt😛

Anywayssss, I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Happy one year & one month to Crimson Ustulation & until next Sunday for Roman's birthdayyyy, mwah!!! <333