Complicated

October 14th - NXT

Wednesday, October 14, 2020

It had been two weeks since Takeover 31. To say that life had gotten busy would be an understatement. The storyline with Damian was going way too well. The fans loved seeing us together and were shipping us much too hard.

Of course, they only know what we present on screen. If there is anything that Damian and I are good at, it's flirting with each other. And absolutely not meaning it.

"We're ready for you." A producer called to me. I grabbed my title and headed to the interview.

"Savannah," Sarah said to kick us off. "Tonight, Candace LeRae and Shotzi Blackheart are going one-on-one and the winner will become number one contender for your NXT Women's Championship. Who would you prefer to face?"

"LeRae or Shotzi, it doesn't really matter because this," I touched the plate of my title, "isn't going anywhere. I think we both know that Candace is still pissed that I beat her at Takeover... if anything, she's desperate." I turned to face the camera. "Shotzi, watch yourself tonight. Gargano loves to mind his wife's business." As I turned back to Sarah I saw Damian walking up to us.

"Gargano? Sounds like my business now." He said, scanning me up and down. I smiled flirtatiously as I looked up to him.

"Damian," Sarah said, lightly clearing her throat. Damian turned back to her. I continued to watch him, the flirty smile never wavering. "You have a title match against Dexter Lumis tonight. What are your thoughts?"

He shrugged, "whatever. I will go out there, fight whoever, and still walk away North American Champion."

"I have a match to watch." I said and looked back up to Damian. "Care to join?" I repeated the words he'd said to me at Takeover.

He chuckled lightly then nodded down to Sarah. "If you'll excuse us."

Damian and I walked away from the interview stage and out to the main stage.

"Are you just coming out with me?" I asked. Damian nodded.

"We're on commercial break. You're music is about to hit." a producer quietly called to me.

Just as he finished the words, my music echoed through the arena. The fans on the screens cheered wildly for me and Damian who stayed behind me. We made our way up to the platform that we would be watching from. There were still two chairs from Tyler Breeze and Fandango being up there. The cameras left us as we tried to settle in.

"Throw one of the chairs down," the ring-side stage manager called up to me.

"What?" I asked, but grabbed and folded the chair anyway. "Where am I supposed to sit?"

The manager smirked. I wanted to punch him. "On Damian."

"Well theres goes the feeling in my leg."

"Did you just call me fat?" I faked an offended expression.

Damian looked me up and down. "Yes, all 115 pounds of you. How in the world did you get you're fat out of that?"

I giggled. "I didn't."

Damian sat down on the chair and propped his title up next to him. Then he opened his arms and waited for me to sit. I buckled my title around my waist then sat on his leg. His arm wrapped around me and he smirked down at me.

"You ready to fake this- he gestured between us- the entire match?" He whispered into my hair so that no microphone could pick it up.

I nodded. Then we were back from commercial. Shotzi's music hit and Damian sat up straighter. I leaned into him and whispered right in his ear.