Not that bad // Rhea Ripley

49- The Remedy

" Can you tell when I lie right through my teeth"

Polaris

Here I was, finally back on the ramp, where I feel like I belong. Alright, everyone is booing me, but it's part of the job. And it also means that they're interested, or else they wouldn't give a fling fuck about me. I don't even know why they're booing, maybe because they've been waiting for answers for so long. Or they liked Punk so much, they're angry at me for making him lose the match and "leave". As if they knew.

" Well, well, would you please shut up, I'm trying to talk here." I had gotten better at this, becoming less shy. "Yeah, you're all thirsty for answers right ? And you're waiting for me to give you those answers ?" I paused, letting them chant 'CM Punk' over and over again. "Yeah, let's talk about him, CM Junk." The booing intensifies, I love this job. "You really think he cares about any of you ? That he cares about anybody at all? You're kidding me, that man's only interest is himself and his own pleasure only!" Okay, let's try and stick to the script Roxanne would you ? "He left and what, good for him, at least, the only real straight edge that matters now is me, the one and true Best In The World !"

At that moment, as predicted, I was interrupted by Ariel, one of the female wrestlers whom I'm starting a feud with, for the next two months.

" You think you're the best, while you're basically a newbie!" She spits. "Not because you hang out with the best does it mean that you're one of them. You think you got what it takes to beat a real lady ? Then come at me!"

Then, a manager arrived and said we'd have our match next week, blah blah and yeah. She went backstage and I followed suit under the critics. Once backstage I went to Ana and talked to her a few minutes before going to change. I got back just on time for Colt's match, against Seth. I think they're trying to give Colt another feud, even though none can overpass the one he had ongoing with Punk. I sat on a flight case, watching their match from the distance, for a solid 20 minutes. They're both extremely talented performers, and watching them is always a great moment. They came back to change, and I received a text. My heart clenched in my chest when I read the name on my phone.

From Phil, 9:28 p.m

" Hello, you probably are expecting a lot of explanations, could I maybe call you tomorrow once you're awake ?"

No Roxanne, you have to say no. Maybe he saw the show ? Maybe he knows that the Roxanne talking in the ring wasn't only the fake Roxanne, but a good part of the real one ?

From Roxanne, 10:04 p.m

" well, you better be really convincing if you want me to forgive you, again"

From Phil, 10:05 p.m

" I'm not asking you to forgive me, it would be selfish. I'm only asking you to listen"

From Roxanne, 10:07 p.m

" I guess I can do that, I gotta go now, we'll talk tomorrow."

I put my phone back in my pocket, my feelings twisted once again. He does that every time. I was starting to get better, taking my mind off him by training, and hanging out with Scott and Colby, and then boom, he comes back again.

I talked to Michael about that as we were waiting for the plane. Of course, he wasn't too happy about it, but I promised him I just wanted to settle things down, and keep Phil as a friend. And that nothing he could say would change that.

" Roxanne." Phil said in a sigh right as I picked up. "I did it again didn't I ?"

" Yeah, you did." I said, as coldly as I could. "I just want to know why Phil, please."

" I didn't know how to --"

" No!" I interrupted him. "Don't serve me that bullshit all over again. It worked once, but not twice, I'm not that dumb."

" Okay, want the truth ?" He started growing tense and I could feel it. Great.

" Yes, please." I said as calmly as I could.

" I --" He seemed to think for a moment. "I got back with Mickie."

" Oh, alright." Strangely, it didn't pain me as much as it should, I did not feel sadness, but more like, emptiness. "I, I have to go, they're waiting for me."

I didn't even let him the time to answer, and just hung up. It felt weird that he got back with her, but I'm not fucking Cupid, who am I to dictate him his love life. I got back downstairs, and Colby was on the couch, so I joined him. He's been living with us for almost three weeks now.

" Hey, how did you sleep?" He asked with a smile.

" Pretty good and you ?"

" Good." He hesitated a moment before continuing. "Hey remember that coffee I invited you for ?"