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                        THIS WAS ALL TOO EASY.      she was already riled up from not only stephanie trying to take her out of the main event of a wrestlemania, but now hunter as well. if there was   one thing   that jay did better than anyone, it was to stir the pot. that was exactly what he planned to do considering   “  the man  ”   was knocked down a few notches on her pedestal already. where men like cena or hunter were too afraid of the possibility of hurting a feeble woman, the switchblade knew becky lynch was   far   from anything remotely close to feeble. if she wanted to be the man, she was going to be treated as one of the guys and that wouldn’t exclude her from locker room ribbing.

                        the black leather jacket that he wore rested against a painted block wall in the backstage area while toned arms folded across his chest. the moment her   fiery   hair was seen, a smug smirk etched into his features.      “   you’re doing a fantastic job of asserting your dominance against the mcmahons,   ”      the words sent her way were condescending at best.      “   when is it going to get through to you that maybe, just   maybe   you’re not all you’ve hyped yourself up to be? taking lana’s spot as a way to get to wrestlemania anyway was clever, but look at you now.   ” 

                        pushing himself off the wall, jay slowly sauntered toward the shorter female with an air or arrogance that surrounded him and everyone around him like an inescapable smoke cloud you would   choke on. looking down on becky, his hand raised in submission,   “   a shell of the man you once were... or so you had everyone   fooled   into thinking.   ” 

         “    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.

Survivor Series was almost perfect. Had it not been for the injured that Becky suffered on Monday Night then the new WWE Champion would have no reason to complain. He no longer had to deal with being The Miz’s co-captain. He was the champion. He was getting the match that he’s wanted for so long. It was almost perfect. Daniel stepped closer to the Smackdown Woman’s Champion and he couldn’t even find it in himself to smile. Sure. She was the champion still and she’d get her chance to fight Ronda in due time, but he saw that disappointment on her face earlier in the show. He couldn’t erase that from his mind. “I’m going to be fighting for you on Sunday,” the male spoke. His left hand was too busy holding his WWE Championship on his shoulder but his right hand was put to use. Daniel brought his hand to her face and gently dragged his thumb beneath the bruise on her eye. “Bad things happen to good people.” Then what does that make him? A bad person since he’s had a good night?

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 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. “

                    how could he lose? how could he fucking lose? those was the thoughts flying through the mind of the mighty conor mcgregor. this was the complete opposite of what he envisioned happening when was all said and done. this was supposed to be his night, the return of the king. instead most people will be calling it the passing of the torch with khabib getting the best of the mighty irish brute who was still left in shock knowing that all his hard work and effort resulted in nothing. a wide variety of moods shifted throughout his body anything in between anger / defeat. once he got back to his locker room the only thing he was able to do was throw one of the folded chairs against the wall out of sheer frustration.  ❛ da’ fuckin’ rat faced bastard really won... how can i let that happen?  ❜ as he spoke the normal rage and passion in his voice was just not there and his coaches doing their best to contain him just watched as the popular irish fighter backed up against the wall and slowly slid his way down to the floor.  ❛ fuck!  ❜ he shouted, throwing his head back against the wall he shook his head in disbelief. sure times was hard on him now but this was just the start of something bigger for conor. at least that was what his head coach was trying to preach to him. after seeing that conor was not in the mood to speak to any of them they walked out of the locker room to leave him alone for a bit and let him gather his thoughts. with this down time he reached out and to grab his bag to retrieve his phone from inside the confines. wasting no time, he scrolled through his facetime calls and found the name he was looking for. a deep sigh flew from his lips before ultimately hitting the call button as now he awaited the answer from the one person who could make this night somewhat better.

contact name: bryan, daniel.

        msg / sent : paige was standing beside me.

        msg / sent : don’t worry, she didn’t see.

        msg / sent : does this mean you’re not mad about charlotte anymore?