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𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭?     it was a question that constantly crossed her mind.     going from the top of nxt to barely existing on raw was a major wake up call and a bit of a hit to the ego.     at least she had di by her side.     brielle falls onto the bed that the other woman was already taking up despite having her own less than five feet away.

@catr0ne <3'd

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰.     most of the crew had cleared out,     the fans long gone,     the echoes of the night still bouncing faintly off the walls.     seth leaned back against the wall,     one boot crossed over the other,     arms folded across his chest as he stared down at the cracked tile floor like it held answers.

his match was hours ago.     the adrenaline had faded.     the pain had set in.     but he wasn’t in a rush to go anywhere.     he heard footsteps before he saw anything.     he didn’t look up right away.     just spoke,     voice low and a little rough.     ❝ you ever notice how loud the silence gets after a show like that? ❞

he let the words hang there for a beat,     then glanced over,     eyes shadowed with something unreadable.     ❝ doesn’t matter how many people scream your name, how many cameras flash, how many headlines you make- ❞      he paused,     rubbing his thumb against his palm absently ❝ when it’s over,     and you’re alone with the comedown...     it’s just quiet. ❞ 

there was no judgment in his tone.     just truth.     the kind of truth that doesn’t get said out loud very often,     not in their world.     not when everyone's too busy playing a role.

he tilted his head slightly,     studying the person in front of him.    someone who, if he was being honest,     fascinated the hell out of him. someone who burned a little brighter, a little hotter, and carried it like a curse.     ❝ you look like someone who knows exactly what i’m talking about. ❞    he said, voice softer now. ❝ so go ahead. tell me i’m wrong. ❞ 

she   leans    against    the    ropes      ,      forearms    draped      ,       sweat    slick   on    her   brow    but   that    fire    still   sparking   behind    her   eyes.       @catr0ne     —         ,       built    like   a   tank    but   moves   like   a   bullet.      every    inch   of    her    radiates    grit.       that    kind   of    presence   doesn’t   fade   with   time      —      it    just   gets   sharper.

“       i’m    not   tired   ,       ”      she   says      ,      chin    up      ,       voice    low    and   firm    like    she’s    daring   me    to    question    her.

i   don’t.

not    right    away.

we’re   alone    in   the    gym      ,       late.       too    late    for   anyone    else    to   be    here   but   us      —      the    ones   who   don’t   know    how    to   shut    it    off.       the    echo    of   our    breath    bouncing   off   concrete.       she’s   already    gone   two    rounds    too    many   on   the    bag    and    still    looks   like   she   could    tear   down    a    wall    with    her    bare   hands.       but   i    know    her.      probably    better    than    she   wants   me    to.      i    can    see    it    in   the    way   her    right    shoulder’s   dipping   more   than    usual      ,      the   slight   wince   she    doesn’t    think    i   catch   when    she    shifts   her    stance.

she’s   not    tired       —       but   she’s   hurting.      and   there’s   a   difference.

i   grab   my   water   bottle   from   the    bench      ,      take   a    slow   sip      ,       keep   my   eyes   on    her   as   i    speak.       “       didn’t   say   you    were.       ”

@catr0ne - [ TXT ] : are you asking me to sneak out?

⤷ [ ᵒᵏᵃʸ ᵗᵃᵍ ᵗᵉᵃᵐ 𝄞 ⋆˚࿔♫⋆˚࿔ ] : is it sneaking out if we are adults?

⤷ [ ᵒᵏᵃʸ ᵗᵃᵍ ᵗᵉᵃᵐ 𝄞 ⋆˚࿔♫⋆˚࿔ ] : but if you want to play that way

❝ what a little shit-stirrer. ❞