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Lovette stood backstage at the Cardiff International Arena, the hum of the crowd buzzing like a live wire just beyond the curtain. The anticipation of the WWE Live tour in the UK coursed through her veins, fueling her excitement. Four dates, four locations: Cardiff, Liverpool, Newcastle, and Manchester. Each venue held its own unique energy, and Lovette thrived in that atmosphere, feeding off the cheers and adrenaline of the audience. But even in the midst of her professional triumphs, a familiar ache tugged at her heart—she missed Zilla terribly.
She slipped into her red wrestling gear, the fabric hugging her frame perfectly, a reminder of the strength and power she wielded in the ring. This was more than just clothing; it was armor, a costume that allowed her to unleash her true self. WWE Live shows were her sanctuary, a place where she could be unapologetically Lovette, the fierce competitor who captivated fans with her athleticism and charisma.
But tonight, as she prepared for her match, the absence of Zilla loomed large. They had shared countless moments together, and Lovette could feel the distance between them like a physical weight. She longed for Zilla's laughter, the way her eyes sparkled when she was excited, and the warmth of her presence. Yet, work came first, and Lovette had learned long ago to compartmentalize her emotions when it mattered most.
With a deep breath, she pulled out her phone, tapping on Zilla's contact. As the call connected, her heart raced a little, anticipation mingling with longing. The screen lit up, revealing Zilla, her vibrant smile instantly illuminating Lovette's world.
"Hey, beautiful!" Zilla exclaimed, her eyes widening as she took in Lovette's appearance. "You look so good, baby." She licked her lips playfully, and Lovette couldn't help but grin, feeling the rush of affection wash over her.
"Thanks! Just getting ready for the show," Lovette replied, spinning around to give Zilla a full view. She added a little dance, her body moving with the rhythm of her excitement, and then executed a flawless split, showcasing her agility.
"Okay now," Zilla laughed, a melodic sound that wrapped around Lovette like a warm blanket. "You better be this energetic when I see you." The teasing tone in her voice made Lovette's heart flutter, igniting a flicker of warmth that momentarily chased away her homesickness.
"I promise, I will be! Just need to get through this match first," Lovette said, her tone light but genuine. She loved sharing these moments with Zilla, even if it was just through a screen.
The conversation flowed easily, a mixture of playful banter and sincere affection. Lovette relished the connection, even as she felt the weight of the upcoming performance pressing down on her. Zilla's words were like a balm, soothing her nerves and reminding her of the joy she found in wrestling.
As the minutes ticked away, Lovette felt the pull of her impending match, the duty to entertain and engage the crowd looming large. The WWE Live tour was not just a job; it was an opportunity to express herself, to break free from the constraints of everyday life. The ring was where she came alive, where she transformed into a fierce warrior ready to battle.
