Night Of Champions

Tonight's The Night

“Oh, look! It’s the resident dwarf! Hey, Riley!”

I rolled my eyes as I put on my jacket in Gorilla, waiting for the tech guy to hit my music for my match. I was going up against Bayley, Sasha, And Charlotte in a fatal four way match for the raw women’s championship. And I wasn’t finna let Charlotte’s rabid chihuahua’s words get in my way of greatness.

“Look, Dana. Why don’t you go find your owner and be a good girl and let professionals focus on more important things?” I said, patting her head like she does.

She smacks my hand away. “I don’t know why you bother trying to be champion. No one wants a burnt soccer ball like you as the face of anything.” she said before walking away.

I wanted to be hurt about it because it was the whole reason why my ex-boyfriend broke up with me two mouths ago, saying I wouldn’t amount to anything in the Wwe because of my skin tone. It kind of broke me but it also motivated me to take that championship.

Before I could get deep inside my head, I heard the beginning chords of Kevin Rudolf’s “In The City” play. I straighten my jacket and looked down at my attire before going through the curtain.

“The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the raw women’s championship. Introducing the challenger, first, from The Queen City, Riley Styles!”

“Natural Selection from Charlotte to Bayley!” Cole said.

“That’s it. The queen retains again.” Graves said.

“Wait a minute! Legacy’s End from Styles! For the cover!” Bryon said

One…

Two…

Three!

“Here’s your winner and the NEW raw women’s champion, Riley Styles!”

Ever the opportunist, many superstars have called me. Tonight was no different. I waited for Charlotte to go for his bread and butter, Natural Selection because I knew she unintentionally line herself up for Legacy’s End. (Shinsuke’s Kinshasa)

I threw my championship over my shoulder as I walked through the curtain. As I was congratulated by my colleagues, I went to my locker room only to find my suitcase had been rummaged through. I looked through it to find my black dress and red heels are gone. There’s a note in there as well.

‘Why does a troll like you have a dress like this if you never gonna use it? It would do you no justice. So I’ll gladly take it off your hands and put it to better use at tonight’s after party. Wish me luck.’

“For someone who hates everything about me, she sure wants everything I have.” I said, packing my stuff up.

I headed for the parking lot and put my things into the trunk of my challenger rental and drove to the hotel.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Styles. There’s no rooms available.” The receptionist said.

“Really? Okay, thank y-.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. The new raw women’s champion doesn’t have a room?” I turned around to see Ric Flair behind me.

“Ric?”

“It sure is. What’s this bs of the wrestling goddess not getting a room?”

“It’s true, sir. We have no more rooms.” The receptionist said.

“I’ll tell you what. Since you’re championship getting, legacy ending, and “L” giving, you can also be penthouse suite living as well.” he said.