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1...
Disoriented and out of breath, she lays there, pinned under the mighty Raquel Rodriguez, her ex best friend.
2..
Coming to the realization of what's going on, she comes to terms with the position she was in, body folded, aching, and topped with a heavier weight. But even then, she attempts to kick out of the pinned position, but her body is weak, muscles screaming and aching. Her lungs burned. Her kicking legs and jerking body does nothing.
She's struggling yet no one notices. This was not apart of the script. She wasn't supposed to lose yet.
3.
The number being called out loud makes her eyes widen, body falling limp into the mat, lungs filling with air that her brain isn't focusing on.
What the hell kind of sabotage was this? This wasn't planned!! They hadn't discussed this! Slowly, very slowly, she rises, body wobbling as she sits on her knees looking up at Raquel, the woman giving her a smirk as she held that championship belt.
She doesn't stick around.
She quickly stands on shaky legs and exits the ring, did they plot this against her? She wasn't suppose to lose that belt until Summerslam.. what in the bloody hell was this..
The walk up the ramp was horrible, her knees felt like they were going to give out at any moment, and her eyes burned with tears that refused to fall, her face was stone cold. Real anger, confusion, and deep frustration hidden underneath the makeup of Rhea Ripley.
Demi couldn't believe this.
Everything was taken from her and not a single word from any of her friends. No warning.. no heads up.. how could Raquel do that.
As Rhea rounded the corner of the stage the tears began to fall, dragging the eyeliner and eye shadow with it, trails of black making her look more upset.
She kept walking despite that, even as the backstage medics called out for her, she'll get a checkup later.. she just wants to be alone for the moment.
Rhea entered the clubhouse of the Judgement day, thankfully it was empty, though she wishes she had Dominik with her, or even Damian.. just someone to help comfort her.. Demi wasn't good at comfort.. and that was all Rhea needed..
Her makeup was slowly removed, a total of three wipes being used just to get every inch of black and pink off of her face.
The sound of people scrambling around outside the clubhouse caught her attention suddenly, were they looking for her? They were probably just trying to make excuses for themselves, especially Raquel.. she didn't want to speak to her ever again..
When the persona of Rhea had been tucked inside, Demi sighed, it felt nice to be herself, to be free of such a mean persona. She got dressed into her normal clothing, and gathered her bags before heading outside of the clubhouse, ignoring the calls of everyone that managed to catch a glimpse of her.
The exit was right there, she just needed to get through it, and get to her truck and then she'll be free from this heartache of a place.
But then someone was in front of her and she wasn't paying attention, stopping almost at the last second, her softened eyes glanced into the brown of Raquel and immediately they hardened, Rhea showing her angry fangs at the traitor.
Raquel noticed the anger, the pot was boiling over but she treaded lightly and watched her step as she inches closer to Rhea, eyes glimmering as she removed the belt from around her shoulder and sat it down beside her on an unused table.
Her mouth then opened, but nothing came out so she closed it and Rhea was half tempted to just walk around her but something in her wanted to hear what half-assed apology she could come up with, so she stood there as Raquel her words.
"Rhea.. Demi.. I'm sorry, I didn't mean.. I didn't think that position would keep you from kicking out-"
Rhea bared fangs at Raquel, a sneer pulling at her features as she clutched her fists and groaned the growl of a black panther, teeth clenching hard.
"Didn't think, my ass."
This was not a promo, this was not an Easter egg, the cameras that usually would be recording something like this didn't bother getting scrambled into it. Rhea instead pushed against Raquel and looked at the belt.
"You knew damn well that I wasn't supposed to lose that until Summerslam, and you also knew I wasn't supposed to lose it against you! So do yourself a favor and get out of my face before I hurt you."
These threats weren't empty, anger was boiling over again, she was getting mad, her voice had long since deepened back to that tone, the Australian accent growing thicker at this point as sharp crystalline blue stared at pleading honey.
Rhea didn't want to hear any of it, she was bruised, betrayed, and her ego was a little slammed but she knows it'll all be alright once she's had a drink or two. And maybe when she finally hears everyone out and forgives Raquel.
She storms past Raquel who just stood there, her legs carrying her all the way to her black truck, the body of it sitting high and mighty in the darkening colors of the sky, it shined gorgeously and just seeing it made a smile appear.
She couldn't wait to get home to her dogs. She's been away for far too long.
When Rhea got into her truck it was like all the stress and anxiety washed away, the smell of her own perfume filling her nose, easing her mind.
She decided to start the vehicle before someone came running out for her, like Damian or Jey, or hell even Dominik.. if she sees his saddened face she might not leave.
The rumble of her engine made her chuckle as she gently pat the dashboard of her truck, mumbling a 'good girl' under her breath as she pulled out of her parking spot and headed for the exit.
Rhea was a fast driver but of course she respected the limit, especially on the interstate, which had a limit of 70 at the present moment, Rhea was only going an extra mile above that but no one could tell unless she pressed on the gas harder than she already was.
She couldn't let her anger get the best of her. Drive calmly.
Taking an exit on Vancouver Rhea sped up, knowing she was in the clear without a limit on these back roads, not many people occupied these roads due to the deer and other creatures that wandered out.
She turned up her music on the radio, smirking as she lifted the tinted glasses up on her head, bobbing her head at the song playing. It was perfect for this moment. Rhea felt unstoppable, even as she glanced briefly at the title to keep for later.
"Tears on the dance floor eh? Good choice for a night like this."
The deep rasp in her voice shocked her, guess her persona was enjoying this a bit too much. She wouldn't argue though. Instead she let her have her fun for the night. Maybe that's all she needed. Just one night to herself, to have fun, to let loose and get drunk.
So Demi let Rhea take full control of her, ridding herself completely as the gas was pressed and the trucks motor roared down the road, music blasting as the small volume button was twisted to make it louder.
'I don't wanna feel a thing'
Rhea nodded. That lyric was too relatable. Her eyes piercing through the dark night as she went through a small clearing of trees and bushes, she wasn't worried though, the sensors on the truck remained quiet, she was safe.
She began to slow down after a while, the roar of her truck quieting as the song began to go off and the clear sight of traffic made itself known.
Turning on the busy street, she sighed, taking the glasses off and turning the music down just a bit.
Her favorite bar coming into sight as she stopped at one of the lights, though something continuously told her to run it, but that could've just been Demi who was itching to have a drink and go to bed.
When it turned green she hit the gas and sped down the road, coming up on the bar rather quickly, though all she did was spin the wheel and cleanly drift herself into an empty spot. Not caring if anyone saw or not.
She got out minutes after collecting herself and turning the truck off, making sure to turn the security protocols on as well as the alarm, locking her doors she walked towards the entrance and inhaled the smell of alcohol and smoke.
The faint scent of crisp must making her nose turn in ways it's always done up here, she goes up to the bar, ignoring the lingering stares of the men, she was used to the fawning gaze of a man whether young or old, and being so used to it gave her an excuse not to care about it anymore.
Immediately upon finding an vacant barstool the bartender walked up to her, asking politely if she wanted something and Rhea grinned.
"Give me your strongest mix.."
He nodded and got to whipping up a drink, she didn’t know what he was putting in it but it was all just a bunch of pouring and shaking. She could handle it though, she knew she could.
When it got slid over to her she grasped it, but before she could even take a sip some random guy sat beside her, his eyes piercing the side of her head even as she looked at him from the corner of her eye.
He was smirking.
Her face turned into a sneer.
"Can I help you?"
He chuckled, his body reeked of alcohol, his teeth crooked, beard white and hands calloused, then one reached around to her waist, attempting to pull her in but that only kickstarted Rheas fight or flight.
Her right hand flew to his to unhook it from her body, the left whipping around to grab onto the back of his head, her fingers curling into his hair before slamming it down into the bar counter.
Rhea then stood, grabbing her drink to move further away from him, nearby onlookers gave her curious looks, some sober people rushing to help the guy. But no one said anything to her. Not even the bartender.
Getting comfortable and finally taking a sip of her drink she sighed, red knuckled fingers running through her hair before falling back onto the counter, she sipped again and looked up at the tv above her, it was playing the local WWE channel and currently in the ring was Jade and Bayley.
"Poor Bayley."
Her words were low and mainly for herself but a high pitched ring caught her ears, the scrape of the barstool on the floor next to her causing her to look over.
There was a pretty blonde, eyes blue as can be, and god was her form gorgeous..
She was decked out in leather, colored black with splatters of pink and blue and red, Rhea smirked before looking back up at the tv. Concentrating.
However the girl repeated herself, sitting down beside Rhea before taking her drink and sipping from it, cringing at the mixtures of drinks, vodka and whiskey being the most prominent flavors.
"Who's Bayley?"
Rhea hummed, looking back at the girl with curiosity, her voice was low, eyes sharp, hands wrung around one another.
"Coworker of mine."
The other chuckled, settling the large black splattered helmet on the counter before grinning.
"You're a wrestler? Should've guessed with all these muscles~"
Both women were blushing hard, though they continued to obviously flirt with one another, Rhea ordering herself another drink as well as a round of tequila shots, getting fucked up tonight definitely sounded great now.
They both began to grow touchy by the end of the night, Rhea knew neither of them would be able to drive home and instead took a small walk down to the motel next to the bar and rented a room.
She knows it wasn’t the best plan ever.. but for the two drunk and turned on women.. it was just wonderful.