Jaded by her fiancé's disinterest in her ambitions to become a professional wrestler, Delilah Parrish's life takes an interesting turn when one of WWE's top names offers her the support she's not getting at home.
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"Sup, trick," a soft voice chuckled next to Delilah, and she turned to see Tiwa, her co-worker at the supermarket, presenting her a can of Mountain Dew and a bowl of jollof rice and stewed chicken as she joined her to sit on the staircase outside on their lunch break. "Want some?"
Delilah grimaced and bit into her carrot stick for emphasis. "You know I can't have that. I'm workin' out and shit."
"Oh yeah, I keep forgetting about your wrestling. Shoulda brought you a salad or somethin'," Tiwa joked, causing Delilah to roll her eyes good-naturedly. The two women had known each other since high school and had run in different social circles back then, but working together for the past four years had closed that gap between them.
"So, how's wedding planning going? You still got time for that with your wrestling and all?" Tiwa asked as she threw her braids behind her shoulder.
"It's going," Delilah shrugged, staring out into the empty backlot of the supermarket. "My Mama's making sure it's going, anyway. We've put a deposit on the reception hall, but haven't decided on the catering. I haven't even thought about a dress yet. Luckily I got my mom's wedding dress to fall back on if everything else goes to shit."
"You sound bored outta your fuckin' mind," Tiwa pointed out, raising an eyebrow. "I've never heard any woman sound this uninterested about planning her own wedding."
"It's not boredom. I'm just...tired," Delilah insisted, shuffling her feet on the step she sat on. "Training and working two jobs hasn't given me much time to think of anything else."
"What about your man? Is he going to Panama City with you for the show? I mean, that's gotta be exciting, right?"
"For me? Absolutely," she responded, turning her face toward the sun. "The networking opportunities are beyond my wildest dreams. For him? Not really. He's never been a wrestling fan. And he still thinks I'm outta my mind," she added with a roll of her eyes. In reality, she knew that half the town thought the same way, but she never let it deter her. What she wanted to do with her life was no one's fucking business.
Tiwa nodded in what seemed like understanding and chewed her food slowly. "That bad, huh?"
"Yeah, that bad. He's not cooperating at all." Delilah huffed, feeling her blood begin to boil already. "First off, he refused to come to my first match. My very first match! He bitches about my training schedule all the fuckin' time now. What is scaring him so much?"
"Gee, where do I start?" Tiwa snorted.
Delilah looked back at her co-worker, startled by her response. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Come on, girl. Look at it. Y'all supposed to be getting married soon and then your wrestling picks up. I saw your match on YouTube and it's already at like a hundred thousand views. That's a fuckin' big deal, ya know? Not to mention you're spending time with that steaming hot Jey guy that just might end up being your co-worker. And from all the buzz you're getting, it's only gonna be a matter of time before that happens. That's gotta make Andre uncomfortable."
