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IRL!

(Friday, August 26th, 2022)

Friday Night SmackDown

Detroit, Michigan

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"Crimson, you are in no position to be making demands around here." Pearce chuckles into the microphone causing a muscle in my brow to twitch. "You haven't even had a match here on SmackDown, and you think I'm just going to hand you a number one contenders match at Clash at the Castle?"

Well... yeah, actually.

"Well," I nod slowly, swaying my head back and forth, "Yeah. Yeah, I did actually." I lean forward once again on the ropes. "Consideringgg I took out your so-called big champ and the number one contender at SummerSlam," I squint in thought, holding up a finger for correction, "Not just took them out though, no, I demolished and embarrassed them." I smirk darkly. "Resulted in Ronda to throw her tantrum, and the oh-so confident, one-armed champion to avoid me. Ah," I exhale a sigh, "Nonetheless, my name has been trending number one on Twitter every Friday night, and, oh yeah, every single one of my segments have had the highest views on every social media platform since I arrived here. And, funny enough, isn't it your job to make matches around here in the first place, no? So, how about instead of running around here each week doing nothing and blaming others, why don't you do your job and make me a match since you're so worried about it." I lift my brows, dropping the microphone out of my hand.

My music hits once again before Adam can say anything else and the crowd grows louder as I bend through the ropes to leave, pausing as the hairs on my neck stand and as I go to turn back someone slams into my body, forcing me forward through the ropes. What. The. Fuck.

My nostrils flare in rage as I stumble to steady myself on the outside of the ring, looking up I find the green-haired bitch from last week laughing and encouraging me to step back into the ring. Her nose is bandaged over, but hmmm, her face still seems fine... I can fix that.

Seeing nothing but red I immediately swipe her legs from underneath her, knocking the breath out of her. She kicks me in the stomach and I cough before tightening my grip as I jerk her forward and swing her legs to the left spinning her head around to the palm of my hand as I slap her across the face.

"Wrong fucking bitch!" I shout out at her as Pearce's voice finally reaches my ears again.

"Woah, woah, woah! Stop right there ladies!" He yells and suddenly he's behind my trembling body, anger waving through me. May have had this coming... sure, but I can sure as hell promise if you come at me, whether it's for fun, fame, or for payback, you better make sure I stay down.

A ref quickly steps in between us as swamp hair caresses her cheek.

"You want a match tonight?" Adam looks at me. No, I'm here for fun... my jaw sets. "You win tonight and you can have your match as Clash at the Castle, how about that?" The arena erupts into cheers, loving the idea. Adam holds his hand out to shake and I scoff out a laugh and jerk the mic from his hand.

"Finally." I smirk and in one swift motion I snake around the ref and grab a hand full of green hair and yank her up and I bend slightly. "Be ready to bleed tonight, sweetheart. It'll be the most relevant match of your career."

"Let's go, Crimson!" The ref waves his hands in front my face. "Let her go."

"Alright." I raise a brow, slamming.... Shooli? head into the apron and shove the mic in the refs arms and began backing away, holding my hands up innocently. "Thanks for finally doing your job, Pearce. About time!"

"Folks, tonight just got really interesting, and Crimson Kae will make her SmackDown debut match later on!" Michael Cole says.

"Whoooo!! Michael, I can't wait!" Pat yells in excitment.

Looks like I have a match to prepare for...

A relief sense of calm washes over me.

Finally.

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Although I would never go to a show without wrestling gear, even if I'm not set to wrestle- or even if it's not technically my show like Raw a few weeks ago, Hunter told me to prepare and train because I would most likely have a match tonight.

I didn't want it planned, I wanted the match to naturally orchestrate itself... and it did, would you look at that?

I keep backstage after changing into my gear, warming up and stretching when I catch Sarah and a camera crew coming towards me out of the corner of my eye. Here we gooo...

"Crimson, your match tonight transpired about an hour ago, how do you feel preparing for it, being it's your first match here on SmackDown?" She asks.

I snort, staring her dead in the eye until she shifts uncomfortably and her smile fades. I tilt my head forward, a glint shining in my eye and the corners of my lips tugging as I yank the microphone over to me, making sure to leave it in Sarah's hand.

"Sarah," I exhale through my nose, "This is my first match on SmackDown, not ever. I believe that I have the advantage here, no?" I pause for a moment. "I mean, I'm the one who hasn't been seen wrestling on Friday's, is that not correct?"

"It is." Sarah nods carefully.

"Okay..." I mirror her nod. "And I've left a trail of blood and bodies these past few weeks, haven't I?" I purse my lips, waiting for an answer.

"You have, yes." Sarah answers. Going good...

"Mhmm. So then, tell my why you decided to interrupt my warm-up to ask me a silly question, acting as if I haven't been foaming at the mouth to get my hands on someone for weeks, when instead! you could be asking my opponent, if she can even be justified as such, how her bruised up face is, and how she feels being unprepared to face me." I finish, smiling wickedly. "Don't you think that's a far better use of your journalism, and time, rather than wasting mine? Hmm?" I slowly push the mic back to her and exhale loudly. "Ah, can't believe I even have time to wrestle tonight, I'm too busy doing everyone else's jobs around here for them, and better at that, don't ya think, Sarah?" I scrunch my nose cutely at her.

"I—"

"What's wrong? You were so eager to speak to me two minutes ago." I raise my brows at her. Ah, I love when I have the backstage interviewers at a loss for words. Makes them think twice for trying to pull a 'gotcha' on me. But I love being the center of conversation.

And, hey, this conversation didn't involve Ronda or Roman... maybe I was too harsh on poor Sarah here...

She clears her throat. "Thank you for your time, good lu-"

"Hey, Crim Kae!" A voice shouts... a voice that's becoming irritatingly familiar.

"Oh, what up, Crim!" His partner in crime joins in.

The camera pans down the hall to two idiots barreling towards me.

"Oh, kill me now." I huff through my nose, screwing my eyes shut for a moment.

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𝟶ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʙɪsᴄᴜɪᴛ𝟽sᴘᴇᴀᴋs!

Hey, heyyyy... welcome back to Crim Ust!! ;)

And happy Unreal day!! Can I be real with y'all for a sec lmao, so many ppl are saying this show is gonna 'ruin WWE' for them/'ruin the magic' of it & this sounds mean but likeeee... don't watch it then? Lmao, like if it's gonna do that for you then just don't want it?😭 idk, just me?

ANYWAYSSSS, Crimson's SD chapter continuessss with quite the bang if I do say so myself ;) Our girl just can't seem to manage to stay out of trouble, but hey it finds her !!! AND SHE HAS A MATCH FINALLYYY, HOW WE FEELING??? Her heel side is comingggg outttt this chap, we love to itttt🤭

I was gonna do the match this chap, but this chap went wayyy longer than I thought... so ofc I left  y'all in a cliffhanger instead, hehe ;) who y'all think it issss interrupting here (as if we don't know atp, bahaha, it's like she has a bell or sum & they make it their mission each week to find her, I love it)

PLS DON'T BE AFRAID TO COMMENT Y'ALL'S THOUGHTS, QUESTIONS, & REACTIONSSS & THANK Y'ALL SOOO FCKING MUCH FOR 49K READS, HOLY SHIT WE'RE ALMOST TO 50K😭

Until this weekend... see y'all then forrr SUMMERSLAMMM, MWAUHHH!! <33333