#valorousfate

     She was right there. Always so close and yet still so far off. Again Na/talya fell           short to becoming a three-time women’s champion. But there was no way      the Queen of Black Harts was going to take this lying down for long or demand       a pity party for a loss she was responsible for; sooner or later, she WOULD be       at the top of the mountain again. “This isn’t over, my friend. Becky Two Belts         won’t last for long. On a serious note, you didn’t have to say what you did                            about me but I do appreciate it. You have no idea.”

Boy meets world sentence starters.

“See? I knew I moved in with a smart girl.” Colby joked with a smile as he turned to look at her. The tv was still on, flickering in the darkness and some show was playing, he really hadn´t been paying too much attention.

“You´re right though. You can give in to what people say about you. Not the negative stuff anyways. People will always talk and they´ll always have something negative to say.”

he had to bask in it. perched on top of the poker chip props, he took in the excitement. the glory. when he finally forced himself off the stage, he walked with arrogance backstage. he didn’t need to search long for red hair before he was in front of her. arms open and smirk in place, he greeted her.      ❝ not too shabby. ❞     he laughed, not bothering to wipe away the sweat gathering on his forehead.     ❝ how long before vince shits himself, huh? i’m takin’ bets. ❞

Suddenly, or not so suddenly, she came to see just why he preferred the out of the way holes in the wall that the various arenas across the country ( or world ) could offer. Gave way to privacy, no prying eyes or listening ears to budge their way into a conversation that had no room for them; couldn’t see her when she actually let herself feel something other than the arrogance that swelled within in her with each passing day.

“ I get it. “  The backs of her shoes thumped against the crate she’d seated herself upon.  “ It would be stupid t’ not take a second chance. “  She leaned back, palms planted to take her weight.  “ Doesn’t mean I have t’ LIKE ya’ leaving me with all these mindless dopes. “  Seeming to think for a moment, her brow furrowed before a leg shot out and she aimed a kicked to his shin. “ Now I feel better. “

It wasn’t a goodbye. Not yet, at least. She knew he was leaving. WWE knew he was leaving. The whole goddamn universe knew he was leaving. But he owed an explanation. Arms are folded across his chest as he leans against brick. Defensive. Caged. He knew she wasn’t gonna be happy, but he pulled her aside anyway. He grimaced, shoulders rising up as he shifted away. It was probably the least he deserved.

misunderstood | @valorousfate​

he can still feel where his wrists were rubbed RAW from the cuffs - an injury that likely wouldn’t have occurred if he wasn’t FIGHTING it. they’re lucky they weren’t booked and taken to jail, and jon should count himself lucky becky had been putting up with him at all that night. even still, as the police car finally drives off, there’s a smile on her lips. she looks seconds away from throwing up a fist or a middle finger at the retreating vehicle and fuck, is that hot in a woman.