#dethrcnes

         “    𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐀𝐖.    ” obviously this was no joking matter at the moment.  the poor girl, or as she would like to be called ‘ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍 ’ was going through what some would say a rough patch.  a sudden ambush on the women's roster at raw on monday night where she was left bloody with a black eye, along with a concussion.  something nikki wouldn’t even wish on her worse enemy, and best believe she’s got a 𝐅𝐄𝐖 of those.  now even though the divas champ isn’t able to compete for the time being, that didn’t mean she was going to miss out on the last show before survivor series.  especially with the events that had occurred the night prior.

                          meme // @dethrcnes

                           meme // @dethrcnes

 becky  never  realized  how  much  she  missed  being  home  with  her  husband  until  they  got  the  chance.  there  was  always  a  part  of  her  that  missed  finn  desperately  when  they  were  on  the  road  but  her  brain  was  always  occupied;  she  kept  moving,  kept  traveling,  kept  training.  there  was  always  the  next  ten  steps  to  look  ahead.  it  wasn’t  until  she  was  back  home  that  she  realized  that  dull  ache  in  her  chest  was  because  she  missed  THIS.  she  missed  him.  and  despite  his  threats  tonight,  she  could  see  the  smile  that  threatened  to  undermined  his  entire  ultimatum.  she  grinned  back  at  him  for  a  moment  before  she  settled  herself  and  sighed,  seeming  to  resign  herself  to  a  pun-less  existence  for  the  night.  " alright,  alright… “  she  coincided,  cozying  up  against  him,  taking  in  his  warmth,  his  smell,  his  presence,  everything  that  felt  like  home  to  her.  ” you’re  right,  bed  puns  can  be  really  SHEET-Y. “

 a  soft  growl  escaped  adam’s  throat  as  becky  grabbed  his  chin,  forcing  his  gaze  to  meet  hers.  his  lips  pursed  into  a  kind  of  scowl  and  a  beat  later  he  shrugged  her  hold  from  him.  " what  do  you  want  me  to  say…? “  he  bit  out,  popping  his  shoulders  up  and  down  in  a  casual  motion.  ” that  i  MISS  you?  that  i  wish  you’d  stayed  on  nxt?  that  we  could  have  made  our  shit  work? “  for  a  brief  moment  the  steel  in  his  gaze  softened  as  he  lifted  his  hand  to  cup  her  face,  freezing  before  he  made  contact.  instead  it  dropped  down  to  the  title  on  her  shoulder,  knuckles  knocking  against  the  metal  plates.  ” i  think  you  did  just  fine  without  me,  CHAMP. “

 her  head  was  spinning.  both  of  their  emotions  were  too  high  for  that  small  locker  room  and  being  this  close,  it  bounced  between  them  like  audio  feedback  –  growing  more  intense  with  each  passing  round.  her  stomach  churned  and  her  head  pulsed  as  her  own  anger  mixed  with  bayley’s  sadness.  she  loved  her,  she  truly  did,  but  all  she  wanted  in  that  moment  was  to  shove  her  soulmate  out  the  door.  her  own  feelings  were  enough  for  one  night.  her  anger  pushed  out  before  she  could  stop  it.  " yeah,  i  do!  i  t’ink  t’at  fer  a  single  moment  it’s  okay  ta  be  SELFISH.  ta  know  what  i  want  and  ta  T A K E  it.  no  matter  the  cost.  i  deserve  t’at  belt  and  nothin’  YOU  or  anyone  else  says  ta  me  is  gonna  change  t’at.  if  ya  don’t  agree  t’en  maybe  you  should  go  home… “