50 Types of Good

I dont like him

1 week later
Smackdown - Draft Pick
Backstage

Winter's POV

Dean and I have both been drafted to Smackdown and I am so happy.

But...so has Randy. Which isn't too good.

Also, Paige has been drafted to Raw and I'm so upset that I'm not going to have her there for me anymore.

"Where's Eva-Hoe?" I remark to Paige.

"Running late." She air quoted.

"She will be fucking running when she sees me."

Paige sniggered.
"I got your back." She reassured me.

I have asked Roman to try and keep Dean in catering for as long as possible, as I don't want him pulling me off her when I am ripping her fake weave out.

I sat in the backstage area with my feet up, looking at my nails.

I feel so sassy tonight and I'm pretty sure it's because I know tonight is when my revenge starts.

I sat with Paige and waited patiently for my time to pounce.

1 hour later

"Where the fuck is she? She's got me waiting around like she's the queen." I glared around me, scouting for her.

I was getting irritated now, uncomfortable and fidgety, waiting for her royal slutness.

"Are you kidding? Even the queen doesn't arrive this late." Paige laughed.

1 hour later

"Excuse me have you seen Eva Marie?" I asked one of the backstage workers.

"She didn't show up tonight." They informed me.

I gritted my teeth and huffed.

I stormed back over to Paige.

"That bitch has stayed out of my way on purpose."

"Well I just heard that she's been drafted to Smackdown off Noami." Paige said.

I grinned and licked my teeth, to which Paige returned the grin.

"Bitch is going to get it next week." I smirked.

"I'm going to miss you sister." Paige grinned.

"Imma miss you too girl." I gave her a tight hug.

"Awww look at you two." Dean said as he walked over to us.

"Roman has been talking nearly all night. He just wouldn't shut up! He was going on and on and on and o-" He complained.

I put my finger to his lip to shut him up, and kissed his cheek.

Happy, because I knew there was no way Eva could avoid me forever.

"Hey!" I heard a voice that I didn't want to hear.

Paige grimaced at me.

"Oh hey Randy." Dean greeted.

I wrapped my arms around Deans neck, hoping I was sending a message, and smiled awkwardly.

"We are officially team blue. Smackdown family." He directed towards me.

"Not me." Paige interrupted.

I looked at her and did a sad pout.

"Oh yeah, your Raw. You better watch that title Dean. I might be coming for her real soon." He flicked his gaze towards me and my stomach knotted.

Dean raised his eyebrow and gripped tightly onto his title, although I'm sure that's not what Randy was referring to.
But if it was, it wasn't the only thing.

"Well, see you next week guys." He carried on like normal, before turning around and walking away.

"I don't like him." Dean said in a hushed tone.

Paige looked at me and widened her eyes whilst turning to look away, scratching her head to show the awkwardness.