Goddess Of War - WWE

First-Class

Ryder's POV

        I stood up after I got the pinfall on Aj and slid out of the ring to meet my manager, Paul.

        "You did superb!" Paul exclaimed.

        "Of course I did! Don't act so surprised!" I rolled my eyes. He then tried to bring me in for a hug. "What did I say about touching me?" I glared, swatting his hands away.

        "Don't?" He responded.

        "Then don't touch me." I snapped. We then went backstage, where I found Paige and the title that was soon to be mine.

        "Oh, hey Ryder." She said. I didn't respond, but instead walked passed her with my eyes stuck to the belt around her waist. I couldn't wait until Money in the Bank because that championship will be in good hands afterward.

        "Ryd, Mark wants to see you." one of the stagehands informed me. He probably wants to tell me that after MITB, I will be Divas champion. I step into his office.

        "You summoned me?" I asked, sitting in the lumpy office chair.        

        "That, I did. I wanted to talk to you about your title opportunity at Money in the Bank." He replied. Bingo, what did I tell you?

        "I knew this place would come to their senses! Having me as the Divas champion would be good for this place." I smirked. Mark raised an eyebrow,

        "Actually, Ryder, I called you in to tell you that we are going to let Paige have the title until Summer Slam. But don't worry, that belt will be yours by Battleground." He spoke. I froze, realizing that all I've been given was false hope. I tried to keep a level-head,

        "Alright, sounds... good. I'll see you later..." I then left the room. As soon as the door shut behind me, I let of a blood-boiling scream of frustration. I didn't want to wait that long, but I knew that once creative makes a decision, it's rarely ever changed unless it's for a good reason.