Pieces (Bray Wyatt Tribute Book) (Alexa Bliss X OC)

Chapter 1: My Friend

Let me specify something really quick.

This is in no way capitalising on the passing of Windham Rotunda, also known as Bray Wyatt. This is me paying respects to a performer in the best way I know how.

A man who could lighten up a room, a legend who could darken a stadium. He will never be replicated or replaced, but he will undoubtedly inspire countless superstars, wrestlers, and...people in the future.

Bray Wyatt is very important to me. Not only did he inspire my creativity, but he brought back my love for wrestling in 2019 with The Fiend, and he was one of the first wrestlers I ever found truly Captivating in 2014. A piece of my love for wrestling is missing with him being gone from this world.

I extend my condolences and my love to his family and friends. I doubt any of you are reading this book, but in case any of you ever see this, you have all the support and love in the world. I will not be mentioning the details of his personal life, I won't be involving Jojo or the children out of respect and consideration, but my thoughts are with them.

Just like in my other books, I will avoid using real names, but just know this is just as much about Windham as it is about Bray.

This book is a tribute to him.

R.I.P. Windham Rotunda "Bray Wyatt"

~ALEXA'S POV~

"So I said 'Are you saying a shrimp fried this rice?' as a joke. He said 'No, the chef's did', so I responded 'He's a shrimp!!?'" Bray joked with me, immediately making me break down laughing, even clapping my hands a bit. He laughed as well, his warm and soft smile peaking through the thick beard.

"Y-You have to stop! My face really hurts!!" I told him through my laughter, rubbing my cheeks as I did, which were very sore from all of the smiling. He chuckled as little more, leaning back in his seat to be on a similar level to me. I was leaning back on mine too, trying to relax through my laughter.

He stared at me a little, just smiling, which made me curious. I tilted my head at him, still massaging my cheeks, which made him let out a little chuckle.

"I'm glad we're working together again, you know? I missed makin' you laugh." He explained to me with that same wide smile across his lips. I smiled too, which hurt my cheeks a little, before nudging his shoulder with mine.

"Come on, don't be getting all sappy on me man. You're not the type." I explained to him with a giggle, which made him chuckle as well. I kept smiling, before adjusting in my seat.

"And besides...you're nowhere near as happy as I am that we're back together." I explained to him, looking down at my shoes as I spoke. He hummed, so I looked to the side at him, to see he was clearly curious and even a little but concerned.

"Whatch'ya mean, Alexa?" He asked quickly, letting his concern really show in his tone. I looked away from him, back at my shoes, before crossing one of my legs over the other as a sort of...shield, I guess.

"Come on Bray. My career was basically dead after you. No one bought the creepy stuff, and when I 'became my own woman again', I was dead in the water." I explained to him, meaning every word, and...honestly, I thought it would be hard to argue against: People hated the spooky stuff, accusing me of stealing Wyatt's vision, and the weird Punk girl stuff just made people indifferent towards me, which is arguably worse. He sighed a bit and shook his head a little bit, before looking back at me with his arms crossed a little bit.

"Alexa, come on. You know that ain't true. I mean, you were almost always featured on TV during both gimmicks, and you always looked good, even in defeat, you were always kept at least sort of strong, you know?" He explained to me with a soft look in his eyes, clearly concerned for me. I thought about everything he said just then, and couldn't help but smile. I don't think he was entirely right, I didn't look strong most of the time, but it still made me feel a lot better about myself.