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Sasha Banks: Important Decisions

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You had no idea what was going on. There was gossip going around, but you didn't trust gossip. The mumbles around the locker room were getting louder and louder.

" Did you hear your girl walked out on Raw tonight?"

You furrowed your eyebrows," What are you talking about, Max ?"

" It's all over twitter. Her and Naomi left the title belts and walked out, they even called it out on the air."

" Fuck," You grabbed your car keys and began to head out of the building.

The AEW politics were different from those of WWE. That's not to say they were better, just different. So no one had anything to say to you as you walked out mid-show.

You'd personally talk to Tony Khan and sort it out later, but now you were trying to get on a plane as soon as possible.

Mercedes wasn't answering any of your calls or text, which made you even more on edge.

The two-hour flight seemed to be going as slow as humanly possible. You kept checking social media for any possible updates. You were sending messages to Sasha's closest friends to see if they had been in contact with her.

Pam said she hadn't gotten an answer either and was on the way to her house now. She had offered to pick you up from the airport, which you accepted gratefully.

When you got in the car with her, you could tell that her nerves were just as bad as yours.

" This could be really bad," Pam said as she sped off in the direction of Mercedes house.

" I know, I've seen social media. I've seen the reports and the anonymous backstage opinions, but they don't know Mercedes. She wouldn't just do this for no reason."

When the two of you arrived at her place, there were already a few other cars parked outside. You could hear the yelling from outside.

Whatever you were about to walk into was not going to be easy to navigate. You unlocked the door with Pam trailing behind you.

" Mercedes, calm down," an Irish accent rings through your ears.

" Why should I have to calm the fuck down? They're putting full blame on Trin and me. Let's not act like we don't know why? I'm so fucking tired of this shit."

" We know that, but there's nothing we can do about it now," you can hear the tall blonde trying to de-escalate the situation.

Your eyes widen slightly, hearing both; Ashley and Becky in the same room. You didn't revel in the shock for too long before entering the living room.

Mercedes was pacing back and forth. Ashley and Becky were on opposite sides of the room, trying to comfort her. Trin was sitting on the couch in between Jon and Josh.

" Mercedes," eyes were now on you, and your girlfriend stopped her movements.

She pointed at you," Are they hiring over there where you work? Do they want the biggest name in the professional wrestling industry? I'll take the pay cut, I don't care. All I want is-"

You walked over to her and wrapped your arms around her waist. She immediately buried her head into your chest. After a few deep breaths, she regained her composure.

Her hands fiddled with the end of your shirt," How did you get here so fast?"

" I took a plane as soon as I heard. We don't have to talk about it, in fact, I don't think talking about it will do anyone any good."

Mercedes slips out of your grasp and takes a seat across from the Usos and Trinity.

" I'm so sorry I dragged you into this," she picks at her nails.

Trinity shakes her head," This was the right choice. Someone needed to do it, but not everyone is ready for that conversation."

Pam took a seat next to Mercedes and the three girls began to converse. You were going to join, but Ashley and Becky were giving you a look.

You headed for the kitchen, and the two women followed you. Ashley stood next to you and Becky stood across from her. They both gave each other an awkward look before clearing their throats.

Becky started," I'm not going to bullshit you Y/n, this is not looking good for either of them, but especially Mercedes."

" Trinity could possibly bounce back from this, but this could be the end of Sasha banks. The company is really focused on making Mercedes out as the big problem," Ashley explained.

" You think they'll fire her?"

This time, when the women share a look, it's somber.

" It's too early to tell," Becky says.

" But, it's definitely a possibility," Ashley finishes the thought.

You sigh, rubbing your hand over your face," Thank you for setting aside your differences for this, but I think I've got it from here."

They both nod and give you hugs separately before leaving. When you make it back to the living room, everyone has cleared the house. It's just Mercedes sitting there staring off into the abyss.

" Mercedes," she glances at you and her eyes begin to water.

You take a seat next to her and pull her into your side. Her head falls on your shoulder as you rub up and down her arm.

She sobs into your shoulder, and you just hold her tighter. You kiss the top of her head," Talk to me, baby."

" All I wanted to do was showcase the titles. They put the titles to fill some sort with diversity quota, but didn't bother to build the titles. They haven't meant anything since Pam and I held them, and that's not fair. Someone needed to stand up for them, and so I did... but now," she trailed off, tears welling back up.

" You did the right thing, but the right thing isn't always without consequence. You've given so much to this business. No matter how hard they try, they can never erase your legacy. WWE is not the end all be all anymore, you can go anywhere. Mercedes, you are a star, and they can't take that from you."

" I love you," she placed a kiss on your lips.

You smile at her," I love you more."

You sit there, entangled in each other, for a few moments.

" So, you never answered my question."

You arch an eyebrow at the blue haired woman.

" Are they hiring?"

You laugh," If I had to share a locker room with you, I'm not so sure, I'd be able to control myself."

She flipped her hair," Well, obviously that's why I'd have my own private changing room."

The sarcasm in her voice made you chuckle even more," Am I invited or?"

She taps her chin in faux-thought," I don't know, what do I get if I let you in?"

You smirk," You can have whatever you want, you're the boss."

Her eyes darken for a second," I can't really be sure if I can let you in unless I take you for a test drive."

" Upstairs?" You wiggle your eyebrows.

She cracks under your antics but agrees," Upstairs."

You pick her up bridal style, which makes her squeal. You two go upstairs in a fit of laughter, smiles, and kisses.

Mercedes would get through this, but until the storm passed, you'd make sure to be her umbrella.