Not the only lunatic

{6} The Storm is Coming

I pulled into the hotel parking lot, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. It was around 3 pm, and I was exhausted. The emotional rollercoaster of the past few days had finally caught up with me, and all I wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep.

I made my way to my room, dropping my keys and purse on the counter as I walked in. I didn't even bother to change out of my clothes, just collapsing onto the bed and letting out a deep sigh.

As I lay there, I felt my eyelids growing heavy, my body relaxing into the softness of the mattress. I knew I had a big day ahead of me on Monday, with Monday Night Raw looming large on the horizon. But for now, I just wanted to rest.

I closed my eyes, letting the silence of the room wash over me. I didn't set an alarm; didn't worry about what time I would wake up. I just let myself drift off into a deep, dreamless sleep.

The next thing I knew, it was Monday morning. I woke up to the sound of my alarm blaring in my ear, groggily reaching over to turn it off. It was 7 am, and I felt refreshed, rejuvenated.

I got out of bed, stretching my arms and yawning. I knew I had a big day ahead of me, but I was ready. I was going to face whatever challenges came my way, head-on.

I started my day with a workout, pushing myself to my limits as I ran on the treadmill and lifted weights. I felt strong, powerful, and ready to take on the world.

After my workout, I headed to the gym's boxing area, where I spent some time punching the bag. I loved the feeling of my fists connecting with the leather, the rush of adrenaline that came with it. It was a great way to clear my head, to focus on the task at hand.

As I finished up my workout, I glanced at the clock. It was 3 pm, and I knew I needed to get to the arena soon. I showered and changed, feeling a sense of excitement building inside me.

I was ready for Monday Night Raw. I was ready to face whatever challenges came my way, to prove myself as a wrestler and as a person. I was ready to take on the world.

I grabbed my bag and headed out the door, feeling a sense of confidence and determination. I was going to make this a night to remember, a night that would change everything.

6:00 pm

As I entered the arena, the bright lights and bustling energy of the crowd hit me like a wave. I made my way to the designated interview area, where Renee Young was waiting for me with a microphone in hand. We exchanged a brief smile before she began the interview.

"Verena, thanks for joining us today. I have to ask, what was going through your mind when you attacked Paige, the Bellas, Renee asked, her voice firm but curious.

I took a deep breath, my eyes narrowing as I recalled the events of that night. "I needed revenge, Renee. They thought they could just push me aside, leave me on the shelf, and forget about me. But I'm not someone to be forgotten. I'm a hunter, and I always get my prey. What happened was just the beginning. I'm not done until they feel the pain of being left behind, just like I did."

Renee's eyes widened slightly, but she pressed on. "And what about the rumors of a new alliance with the Shield? Can you confirm or deny those rumors?"

I smiled, a cold, calculated smile. "I don't need anyone's help to take down my enemies, Renee. I'm a lone wolf, and I always hunt alone."

With that, the interview came to a close, and I made my way to the locker room to get changed for the night's events. I slipped into my black cargo pants, similar to those worn by the Shield, and paired them with a midnight blue top. Finally, I added my leather jacket, feeling a sense of confidence and intimidation wash over me.

As I headed to catering to grab some food, I spotted an empty table and made my way over. Just as I was about to sit down, I noticed the Shield - Dean Ambrose, Roman Reigns, and Seth Rollins - walking towards me, a camera crew in tow. They surrounded me, their eyes menacing, and Dean spoke up.

"We'll give you a choice here, sweetheart. You can acknowledge the Authority, or you can suffer the consequences."

My eyes flashed with anger, and I stood up, getting in their faces. "First off, I'm not your sweetheart, you dirty mutt. And secondly, I'll never acknowledge some bone-headed guys in suits and their three lap dogs."

I tried to push past them, but Dean grabbed my arm, his grip tight. "Don't say we didn't warn you," he growled, a menacing smirk on his face.

I looked at him with low, hatred-filled eyes. "I'd like to see you try."

With a swift motion, I snatched my arm out of his grasp and walked away, hearing the distant call of "CUT" as the camera crew stopped filming. I knew this was going to be a long night.

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now that Verna openly stated she want nothing to do with the authority or the Shield will she get punished?!?!?!

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