((Little heads up, there's some ✨spicy✨ content early on in this chapter. Also, there are certain parts that may not fully add up in the real timeline (it'll make sense later on in the chapter), but I don't think it's gonna matter too much, plus this is fanfiction and it's not real anyway lmao. But anyway, on with the chapter!))
Hayleigh's POV-
It's the night before Dynamite and I was surprised that I was actually feeling excited to go, especially after what went down last week. Tomorrow I would face off against Penelope Ford. To be honest, I liked Penelope and thought she was pretty talented so I looked forward to having a great match with her.
Right as I finished getting my things together for tomorrow, Darby was downstairs playing music. I grin and shook my head as "Paralyzer" by Finger Eleven starts playing. Setting my bag near the door, I decided to leave the bedroom to go see what exactly he was doing.
Reaching the end of the staircase, I automatically looked towards the living room and sure enough, there was Darby. He sat on the couch with one of his boards on the table as he was painting the back of it. I quietly made my way over and stood behind him, leaning against the back of the couch as I watched Darby working on the board, and then he started to sing along with the song.
"Well, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you. I wanna make you move because you're standin' still. If your body matches what your eyes can do. You'll probably move right through, me on my way to you."
I smiled, still watching as he started humming as he continues painting. I wasn't even paying the slightest bit of attention to the board, but instead had my full attention on Darby.
"Having fun?" I grin as Darby jumped slightly.
"Jesus!" He looks back at me with wide eyes. "You scared the hell outta me!"
"Sorry." I giggled softly. "Just wanted to see what you were doing."
"Painting one of my boards." He says, quickly grabbing the board off the table and turning it over so I couldn't see it.
"Can I see it?"
Darby shook his head. "It isn't done yet."
"Is it for the show?"
"No." Darby shook his head again.
"Then what's it for?" I asked, leaning on the back of the couch again.
"That's a secret," Darby smirks back at me before getting up. "Now stay right there because I have to put this up and I don't want you to know where it is."
"Okay?" I giggled as Darby took the skateboard and went upstairs.
Not thinking much of it, I went around and sat on the couch and waited for Darby to come back down. As I waited, I took out my phone and checked Instagram. I saw a couple of posts from Tay, Sammy, and Rhea. I liked them and continued scrolling until I came across a promo picture of Penelope and I's match and checked the comments.
sammyguevara: My girl Hayleigh's gonna kill it!!
tayconti: Let's go Hayleigh!!!♥️♥️
Smiling at the comments, I decided to switch over to Twitter. As I scrolled through, I saw a few tweets where people were speculating if Darby had called out CM Punk a few weeks back and if Punk would be making a comeback to wrestling.
I looked up from my phone when Darby hopped over the back of the couch and sat beside me.
"Whatcha doing?" He asked, peeking over my shoulder.
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FanfictionHayleigh Bordon has traveled the world with her after, The Icon, Sting ever since she was a little girl. She would train with him from time to time and had a short run with the WWE in NXT, but never fully took up the sport, but what happens when she...
