La Arquitecta

Chapter 74

Now that they had moved shows, Zelina took an end locker in the Raw women's locker room, next to Bayley. Becky would change on the other side of her on-screen partner. Zelina missed the days when she would have her close friend Sonya Deville next to her every night. Having two rosters really did suck. But at least Sonya was being used more often as a wrestler these days, and had been announced for the upcoming Elimination Chamber match at the pay-per-view of the same name.

The locker room door opened and Sasha Banks walked in, pulling a travel case behind her and carrying her Money in the Bank briefcase.

"Oh, Christ," Zelina groaned quietly. "I thought I'd gotten rid of her."

"Don't be like that, Zel," Bayley said.

Zelina hadn't considered the fact that for some reason Bayley and Sasha were friends, even though it made no sense. They seemed to be such opposite people that a friendship should have been inconceivable. But Zelina didn't begrudge it to Bayley; that would have made her the bad person.

"Sorry, Bay," she opted to say. "But what's she doing here? They moved Nia to Smackdown, and she took the belt with her. Sasha's not on a tag team, so why would she be here?"

"You could always go ask her?" Bayley encouraged, implying that it might result in an olive branch being extended. Zelina seriously doubted that.

"For what it's worth, I agree," Becky said. "I know there's heat between you. Maybe you could talk it out?"

Zelina restrained herself from saying, "Maybe I don't want to talk it out?" Snapping at Becky just a few days after she had joined the tour bus wouldn't be a good thing from anyone's point if view. They were still getting to know each other.

Both women were looking expectantly at Zelina. She now felt that she would look like a petulant child if she refused to go and talk to Banks. How exactly had she gotten herself into this situation? But then, she thought, maybe they were right? Maybe it was time to try and move past the personal beef with Sasha? I had been stupid all along, she had to admit. One of them was going to have to be the bigger person at some point. She decided it might as well be her.

Getting up, Zelina sighed and then walked over to where Sasha had started taking some ring attire out of her case and setting it in front of the vacant locker she had chosen. "Hi, Sasha," Zelina said, trying to sound friendly.

Banks turned around and looked at her, no particular emotion registering on her face. "Oh, hey. I think you want the next locker room down. It's wrestlers in here."

Zelina felt genuinely hurt by that jab, so much so that it didn't even start firing her temper up all that much. "What do you have to be like that for? Anyway, I am a wrestler."

"No, you're a manager. Your job is to talk, so you might as well go change with Renee and Charly next door."

"Alright, you know what? Forget it," Zelina spat. "I came over here because Bay wanted me to make an effort to end the bad blood between us. But fuck it, what's the point? You can go to hell for all I care." With that, she stormed back over to her friends.

"What happened?" Bayley asked, clearly not happy with what she had picked up on from the two women's body language.

"Waste of time," Zelina reported. "All she wanted to do was take a shot at me, trying to make out that I'm not a wrestler anymore and rubbing it in my face. Fuck her, I'm done."

"No, I'm done," Bayley said heatedly, an extreme rarity for her. "I'm done with both of you acting like this. Come with me."

"What?" Zelina objected.