I walked into the arena with my bags. I still hadn't seen or heard from Seth. I guess he was still taking his time. I don't know why I was expecting him to walk in the hotel room two days after he left but I did and I was disappointed when it didn't happen. And it broke me more. But now I had to get back to work. All the stuff going on with Seth had to be pushed aside because personal problems were not allowed at work. I had to put on a brave face, no matter how hard it was gonna be to do that.
I entered the locker room, half thinking that I was gonna see Seth sitting there. Nope. He must have gotten another locker room too. I mean, hell, if he didn't wanna be around me, I don't know why I thought he'd wanna be around Roman either. But I guess that was just me being hopeful. However, Roman and Jordan were both sitting there on the couch. They looked at me and sent sympathetic smiles at me at the same time. "How you doing?" Roman asked.
"I've been better, that's for sure." I said. I looked at him. "I'm sorry Roman. I never wanted this. If I could go back and change it, I would."
"Look, things happen. Sometimes we don't realize what we're doing until it's over. But that's part of life." he said. "Don't worry about me and Seth. We'll be okay somehow."
I nodded a little and then walked to the changing room to slip on my gear. I was going for red this time. Kind of like a bleeding heart. Wow. I was sure turning into one of those girls. I walked out of the changing room and laced up my boots before slipping on my kick pads and walking out of the locker room. Little interactions were gonna be my go to. I wanted to avoid talking. If I could do that, aside from my promos and interviews, I'd be okay. I hope.
As soon as I got to hair and makeup, I sat down in one of the chairs and buried myself in my phone. Scrolling through twitter, Instagram. Anything I could so I would be distracted from looking around and talking to people. The last thing I needed was to break down at work in front of everyone.
*******
I stood at the gorilla position waiting for my music to hit. I'd managed to get myself into business mode. Now I just needed to stay that way for a while. Shayna Baszler was in the ring. "Last week Davina Marshall agreed to face me at SummerSlam in a career ending match. I don't know what makes her so stupid that she can't see the facts right in front of her. I've beat people twice her strength in no time. And she's gonna fall victim to that just like the rest of them. You hear that Davina? I know you're back there watching. I'm gonna end you at SummerSlam and make you go running right back to where you came from." she said.
My music hit and I walked out with a microphone in my hand. I stood on the stage and looked at Shayna in the ring. "You know, it's been the same tune with you for a long time now. You see, every opponent you come across, you say you're gonna end them. And I'll admit, you've held that up pretty well against a number of superstars. But none of those women in the back are me. None of them are Davina Marshall. You wanna know what makes me one of the best? Let's start with the fact that I don't give up easily. I fight and I fight until I get what I want." I climbed in the ring. "Let's not forget that I am smart. You see, the whole time I was out you think I just lounged around doing nothing, of course aside from helping my husband remember who I am, no. I studied tape on you. Your moves. I know how to reverse them. You see, you may think you're two steps ahead of me. But I am ten ahead of you."
"I don't need a lecture on who you are. I know exactly who you are. But none of that is gonna help you at SummerSlam. You see, what I use in the ring is only a taste of what I have in my arsenol. Trust me, it runs real deep. Yours doesn't. But then your husband knows that about you too, doesn't he?" she asked. The crowd oooh'd at that.
I scowled at her. "You may not need a lecture. But I'm still taking your ass to school." I said before I dropped the microphone and launched at her. I took her down and threw punches at her left and right. I kicked her over and over and over again and it felt amazing. I had aggression I needed to get out. I pulled her up, kicked her in the gut and hit her with a DDT. But I wasn't done. I knelt down next her, ran my hand along the back of her neck and then sunk my teeth in as hard as I could causing her to yell out in pain. I pulled away and I could feel the blood all around my mouth. I climbed out of the ring and walked up the ramp proud of what I'd done.
