Not the only lunatic

{14} Aftermath

As I burst into my locker room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration and satisfaction. I had just pulled off the ultimate heist, helping Shamus win the match and leaving the Shield stunned and reeling. I quickly changed out of my jumpsuit and into a pair of comfortable sweatpants and a tank top, my mind still racing with the events of the past few minutes.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down as I replayed the match in my head. I had timed my entrance perfectly, catching Roman off guard and giving Shamus the opening he needed to deliver the Brogue Kick. The crowd's reaction had been electric, and I could still feel the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins.

But as I sat down on the couch in my locker room, I knew I couldn't stay here for long. The Shield would be looking for me, and I needed to lay low for a while. I grabbed my phone and sent a quick text to Shamus, thanking him for the opportunity and telling him to keep his head down for the next few days.

Just as I was about to put my phone away, it buzzed with an incoming text from an unknown number. I hesitated for a moment before opening it, my heart sinking as I saw the message from Dean Ambrose.

"You think you're clever, don't you?" the text read. "But you just made a big mistake. You're going to pay for what you did tonight."

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I read the message, my mind racing with the implications. I knew I had just made an enemy of the Shield, and Dean Ambrose in particular. But I wasn't afraid. I was ready for whatever they threw my way.

I took a deep breath, my determination and confidence surging to new heights. I was Verena, the unstoppable force, and I was just getting started.

I quickly deleted the message and blocked the number, knowing that I needed to stay one step ahead of the Shield. I grabbed my bag and headed out of the locker room, my eyes scanning the hallway for any sign of trouble.

As I made my way to the parking lot, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. I had just ignited a firestorm, and I was ready to see where it would take me.

I slipped into my car and started the engine, feeling a sense of freedom and liberation as I pulled out of the parking lot. I knew I had a long road ahead of me, but I was ready for whatever came next.

The question was, what would the Shield do next? Would they come after me, or would they try to regroup and plan their next move? I didn't know, but I was ready for whatever they threw my way.

As I drove away from the arena, I couldn't help but smile. I had just started a war, and I was ready to see it through to the end.