𝘚𝘗𝘌𝘊𝘐𝘈𝘓 | FINN BÁLOR ✓

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"You better hold onto that title, Charlotte, because I'm the one who's going to walk out with it at Clash of Champions." Bayley grinned, looking over at her two friends as they were having a playful conversation about their upcoming triple-threat title match.

"No way, dude. You know I'm the one who's going to win it." Sasha argued, her lips turning into a playful smile and Charlotte let out a laugh.

"You two have to get serious because this thing," She tapped on the championship on her shoulder with a smile on her face. "Isn't going anywhere."

Bayley and Sasha rolled their eyes, playfully before someone put their arm around Sasha's shoulder which made her flinch slightly.

"Hey, sweetheart. No need to get scared." His jersey accent made him easy to identify, which made Sasha profoundly confused because he hasn't spoken to her ever since the incidents between him and Finn have occurred, but she hasn't made an effort to speak to him either.

"Hey lovely ladies," He started, a smile curving onto his face as Bayley and Charlotte responded to him with a hello before he continued, "I'm sorry for interrupting your little chat but can I borrow Sasha for a moment?"

They shrugged with a slight nod before Enzo basically dragged Sasha away from them and into his locker room, which they were unintentionally close to. She stood there and crossed her arms as Enzo closed the door, turning around for their eyes to meet.

Sasha couldn't help but feel a little bit uncomfortable around him. It wasn't a feeling she usually felt when she was around him but it felt as if the tension between them was unsteady.

Perhaps, it was because of his actions toward Finn, or maybe because she doesn't feel comfortable around the man she slept with when she cares more for someone else.

His eyes observed her up and down, seeing that she was in her ring gear before his blue eyes met with hers once more. He opened his mouth to speak, but she looked away, which made him stop before he spoke one word.

He then walked closer to her, too close for her comfort, and leaned in. She watched him intently before realizing that his lips were too close to hers.

She turned her face and he stopped, leaving him confused but shortly realizing that her reaction was self-explanatory. She sighed before looking up at him, "Enzo, what are you doing?"

He gazed away from her gorgeous brown eyes, stroking his beard. He shook his head before taking a step back to give her some space, "Well, I was going to kiss you, but you clearly didn't want that."

It wasn't the fact that she didn't want it, it just wasn't going to happen because she wasn't going to let it happen.

"So, this is how it's going to be?" He asked, a rush of unknown anger rising in his tone of voice, her eyebrows furrowing with her eyes narrowed in a state of confusion

"What are talking about, Enzo?"

"I'm saying that before you would've let me kiss you but now you - you've changed with me," His voice began rising in volume with each word he said which showed how angry he was getting.