The Chosen Queen

Bow Down To The Queen

Ashley had been going through a metamorphosis as of late and not just a change in the Charlotte Flair persona. Charlotte had gone through babyface champion at Summerslam to dumped best friend at Hell in a Cell after losing the SmackDown Women's Championship to Rebecca; If there had been one thing Ashley had been excellent at, it was portraying a vast array of characters in WWE. Whether it had been an egotistical and ice cold queen or charismatic and resilient babyface. But recently Creative had asked her to do a slow burning heel turn to set up the eventual 4 Horsewomen of WWE vs 4 Horsewomen of UFC feud to which Ashley would revert to a babyface when Shayna Baszler, Jessamyn Duke and Marina Shafir would attack her during her match with Ronda Rousey at the Royal Rumble down in Phoenix which would prompt Sasha Banks, Bayley and Becky to come to her aide. But that was all the way in January and Ashley Fliehr was still feeling the effects of her and Rebecca's instant classic Last Woman Standing Match at Evolution with the best case example of her boyfriend Trevion still plucking splinters and rubbing hydrogen peroxide on her back which was anything but painless as The Queen's screams could be heard throughout their Orlando mansion.

Ashley: OWWW FUCK!!!

Trevion: Easy there babe I'm just about done.

Ashley: I can't help that I literally feel I'm being stabbed by wooden planks.

Trevion: You're overreacting Ash-Bear, it's only a few splinters and there actually not that big.

Ashley: Okay why don't you try falling from a table from the top of a ring post?

Trevion(laughing): Maybe when I'm booked for an Extreme Rules I'll keep that in mind... there's only room for one knucklehead to make bone-headed decisions.

Ashley laughs and kisses him.

Ashley: As much as I appreciate you risking your life for the little kids and die-hard fans of WWE, The Queen needs her King of Destiny alive and well for any occasions.

Trevion smiles warmly while his fingers danced in her voluminous, curly blonde hair.

Trevion: Absolutely I don't plan on dying just yet; I just started writing the newest chapter in my life with you not too long ago.

Ashley: Good you're only 24, no need in dying yet.

Trevion was massaging her back which earned a collective groan of pleasure from his fellow second generation talent girlfriend.

Ashley: Good God Almighty, your hands feel so good baby.

Trevion: Well I took a couple masseuse classes back in college as part of rehabbing injuries, there's only so much a massage chair will accomplish.

She giggles while extending her long legs.

Ashley: Think you can work my thighs and feet while you're at it Superman?

Trevion: I aim to please, Super-Girl.

Trevion works out all the baggage and tension Ashley had been carrying for the past number of weeks seeing as they had break until now.

Ashley: Holy Mother of God!!

Trevion: Almost done.

Ashley groans as he works on her feet as well.

Ashley: That felt so good babe, thanks.

Trevion: No problem; So are you ready for Survivor Series?

Ashley frowned a little bit.

Trevion: Baby what's wrong?

Ashley: It's just that... I don't know if I deserve the opportunity that I've been given.