Chapter 4

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"What is it that makes you think you're immune to me? And that there will be no repercussions to your actions."

-Bray Wyatt-

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"You are smiling? I only see it a few times

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"You are smiling? I only see it a few times." I heard Randy as I slowly paced up and down in our small room, gathering my thoughts.

"You would be smiling too if you were me Randall" I whispered which appeared more as if I were speaking thanks to the silence that filled our location.

"May I ask why, Windham?" He sighed as I saw him slip on his hoodie as the serpent of his revelled on his back before he turned his attention to me and I stopped pacing.

"Do not call me that." I warned, I preferred the name that was bestowed upon me by the late American Dream Dusty Rhodes. It was very sacred to me, perhaps the name itself I had given thoughts to myself. But all I was now was thanks to the mentorship of Dusty Rhodes. And in memory of my friend I would take the name Bray Wyatt as my own.

"Do not call me Randall." He narrowed his eyes and I simply chuckled instead of relating to him why Windham was a name not to be mentioned and slipped on my fedora and shook my head.

"So why were you smiling?" He questioned again, always seeking answers to things he knew would not be revealed.

"Not now."

I heard him sigh as we retreated from the locker room towards the curtain where we would join four other men, including our very own Luke Harper. He would remain in the shadows unless his assistance was needed.

So I may have had a setback in my plans earlier in the week with Alexandria not making her presence known on Smackdown as I would have hoped.

But due to that I was able to force Shane's hand. He wouldn't have wanted to lose half his team on such short notice.

Why was I smiling?

Because tonight would be absolutely blissful..

"You need to stop laughing randomly"

"You know Randall, I knew you were a talker but I have always been used to silence. As you can tell, he does not communicate, so you can guess how annoying this constant commenting should be for me" I did not clear the irritation from my voice as I briefly saw smiling members of the Raw Female team letting me know that ours had lost.

I had shut the monitor off the moment she had been eliminated as it was a disgrace for her to be eliminated like she had been nothing. Without so much as a fight...

 Without so much as a fight

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