#truepedigree

[ text ] I’ve been thinking. Can’t *stop* thinking. [ text ] Ever since Charlotte beat me on NXT. [ text ] I talked so much shit and I *thought* I could back it up. [ text ] And then she beat me.

The hypocrisy was rather obvious to the Queen. Hunter and everyone apart of NXT wanted to treat this brand as an equal to RAW and SMACKDOWN yet Charlotte was being scolded for treating the NXT Woman’s Champion just as she would Becky or even Bayley. Charlotte laughed and shook her head. “What do I have to say?” she echoed his question before she laughed. “You’re welcome,” she answered. “Because of me, now, Rhea Ripley, your NXT Woman’s Champion, is going to have a match at Wrestlemania and for the first time ever, an NXT Championship is going to be on the grandest stage of them all... and it’s all because of me!” she said with a cheeky grin spread across her features. Through the eyes of the Queen, she couldn’t figure out why he was so upset. Could he be that he was threatened that an outsider might capture his brand’s championship? Charlotte couldn’t blame Hunter if that was the case. The Queen stepped closer to the King of Kings. Her head was tilted to the side a little as she suddenly felt the urge to push her luck. “Hunter, are you... you’re not... scared... are you? That your newest toy is going to lose her championship to the toy you got bored of so long ago?”

     “Fine. But I’m NOT doing it for you. I’ve done more than enough for you and you       ‘claim’ to appreciate it though you don’t. You probably never did in the first place.”      If he thought he was the victim in their feelings getting tampered with then he was                                      SADLY mistaken because her eyes were open to his scheme now.                       Imagine if she did want to pursue something more. Imagine?

The biggest perk of being the NXT Women’s Champion wasn’t the exposure by being able to work two (three, technically) brands or having another championship reign to add to her resume, but it was what came behind the scenes that no one knew about. It became routine for her to visit his office and lock the door behind her. No one seemed to question it. It was no secret that Hunter was in good terms with the Flair family. Charlotte’s ring gear was gathered into a small pile on the ground and she found herself situated in the male’s lap. “Gonna have to make this quick,” she said - stating the obvious since this wasn’t their first rodeo. It wasn’t exactly as pleasing as the sex they’d have at one of their homes or in a hotel room but it would have to do. The Queen loved feeling his demanding hands run over her skin and she couldn’t help but reach for his hand and lace their fingers together. Maybe there was a small part of Charlotte that had genuine feelings for Hunter but that was a discussion for another moment. “Think you can handle that?”

Sasha continued to rub at the back of her neck as her eyes hid behind the lids that covered them. “I don’t need you lecturing me, Hunter, because I know what I want,” she responded to him. Bayley was off somewhere doing who knows what. Sasha meant it when she told Bayley to ‘stay out of this’ which also translated to Sasha wanting a little space from her best friend. “God, you’re so much more tolerable when you’re fucking me. Why don’t you just go celebrate your little twenty-five year anniversary with your bestie, huh? I don’t need you here. I don’t need you looking over me. I don’t need you trying to tell me what I do and don’t want.”

What Charlotte wanted, Charlotte got. There was never an and, if, or even a but about it. She wanted to win the Royal Rumble so she busted her ass and earned the right to call herself the winner. She wanted to become the NXT Champion so she challenged Rhea and stole the championship from her. She wanted Hunter and well, she now had him. Charlotte had him exactly where she wanted him. Charlotte and Hunter have gotten settled into his lavish hotel room when he said that to her. Her NXT Women’s Champion was set down on the lone leather chair that was in the room before she turned to him. “What are you waiting for then?” the Queen asked the King with a smirk pulling hard against one corner of her mouth. She stepped to him in the heels that she was wearing. Her hands began to run up his shirt before wrapping her fingers around the tie that he was wearing. She always did love a man in a suit and Hunter was truly a man by definition. “C’mon, Hunter. Take these clothes, rip them off of me, and fuck me,” she said. Of course, she might as him to buy her a new outfit since the Queen dressed nicely when she had to. This was no cheap style that you’d find at your average clothes store. 

Sasha watched intently as Hunter locked the door to his office and then commanded actions from her. This is exactly what she wanted right now. There was no place more safe and secure backstage than the office of someone like Triple H after all. Locker room doors couldn’t be locked due to the often in-and-out of superstars and settling for a broom closet was far below what Sasha Banks would sink to. “’bout time you came to your senses,” she said as she began to undo the sky blue gear that she was wearing - starting with the wrists. Maybe a year ago she wouldn’t have done this. A year ago, he was ‘Papa H’ aka the man who helped give her a career. Nowadays, he was nothing more than her boss and perhaps this could become routine and lead to some good business for both of them. Sasha finished with the wrists and then reached behind her and undid the piece on her back before taking off the top and dropping it onto the floor. The younger superstar then worked her kick pads and boots off her feet before pulling her trunks down her legs. Her underwear was left on though, an idea coming to mind. “You’re gonna have to do it yourself if you want these off,” she said, acknowledging the underwear that was still on her. 

(  mssg   :   HunTAH.  )           did i not make myself clear enough? (  mssg   :   HunTAH.  )           it’s a simple yes or no question, huntah.