Author's Notes: This story has its roots in ZVarmy's Ronda Rousey/Seth Rollin's series. May was a character from my gaming world that I lent him. Naturally, ZVarmy took the story in the direction he felt was best, but I felt May got the short end of the deal, so I attempted to write stories from her POV. However, I need to make it clear that our two worlds are quite separate and nothing that happens in this story, or any of the other stories in my "May" Series should be considered part of ZVarmy's canon, unless he wishes it to be. The same goes with my series too. Things that happened in ZVarmy's series should't be considered a part of my canon, either. Anything I have written that goes against what ZVarmy has written is mine and mine alone. He has no obligation to explain it in his series.
I have done the best I can to write this story as a stand alone, so you don't have to have read the previous stories in the May series to understand this one. However, if you get curious about the background, the stories are on my page, feel free to check them out. And, if you're curious about Ronda Rousey's character (which is a bit different than how the WWE portrays her) you should really check out ZVarmy's series. You'll enjoy it.
Chapter One
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Giving her husband Seth, one final kiss, Ronda Rousey, current RAW women's wrestling champion, headed into the locker room. Another Monday, another RAW. Since she had cut way back on her acting career and signed up to work more often, if not exclusively, for the WWE, she was starting to feel the grind of the road.
She had the script for the show tonight under her arm, one of Dan, the head of creative's flunkies had seen her and handed it to her, disappearing so quickly, you would have thought he was delivering a warrant for her arrest. She hadn't had time to look at it yet. If she had to be honest, she was hoping she might not have a match tonight. She'd be happy to come out, do a promo, and then hide backstage, waiting for Seth to finish, and the two of them could head back to the hotel. Maybe a nightcap before bed, but nothing more, just the joy of getting some serious sleep, sounded wonderful.
As she looked around, she saw all the women wrestlers were gathered around something or someone, on a bench, three deep, so Ronda couldn't see what it was that had them so engrossed that only a few looked up and waved to her when she came in. But, Ronda didn't have to see who it was, and it was a who, not a what. She was familiar with this scene, having seen it a thousand times before. Although, if she was honest, not as much on Mondays since Raw and Smackdown had split brands.
It was May Devany Parker, professionally known as May Devany, One of the tiny wrestlers, at barely five feet tall. She had been the first one though and there were times when Ronda wondered if May's popularity had started a trend. "Hi, God? This is Vince McMahon. I need a dozen fun-sized wrestlers. Dark hair. Big boobs if you got 'em, everyone loves to see big, bouncing, tits and I have a feeling tiny, dark haired, women wrestlers with over sized bust-lines will be the next big thing!"
Unaware she was even doing it, Ronda snapped the the band she wore around her wrist, where it briefly stung the sensitive flesh on the inside of her wrist. And, just as automatically, her mind told her to be nice. She didn't have to love May, she didn't even have to like May, all she had to do was tolerate her existence. It wasn't even like they were in the same brand, May was Smackdown and had been holding the championship up until the last PPV, when she dropped it to Nikki Cross, who'd grabbed it from the ref and run away, cackling like a loon, while May had been on the floor of the ring, staring after her, looking ready to cry. But May was a hell of a draw for Smackdown, there was no way they would have her switching to RAW, especially given that everyone knew Ronda and her did not get along.
"Where are mine?" Ronda heard Alicia demand from May.
"Be patient!" May said, laughing. "They're in here, Mom wouldn't have forgotten you."
Ronda had already suspected why May was raising so much attention, but Alicia's words confirmed it, another box from home. The oldest daughter of a family with thirteen kids and a mother that seemed to be determined win some sort of Marion Cunningham of the New Millennium contest, May was always getting care packages from home. And they always contained a bunch of small, wax paper bags, each containing three cookies in them, one bag for almost every wrestler in the back and often extras, just in case someone joined the roster and might be feeling neglected, before Michelle Devany Parker could meet them and mother them enough to know what type of cookies would bring them the greatest joy.
It wasn't just cookies that came in the boxes though, it usually contained a regular treasure trove of homey items. Drawings done by two younger sister, a hand painted T-shirt her brother had done for her, CD's of her brother's band with artwork another brother had drawn on the cover, the list went on and on. It seemed that almost every Parker child had some great gift that could be used to make something that could be put in a box and mailed to May. As if it was necessary to send May a bit of home, at least once a week, lest she forget the folks who loved her. Quite frankly, it was enough to make Ronda want to puke.
She snapped the band against her wrist again, felt the little sting.
May was passing out packages of cookies, and as the other women wrestlers accepted them, they started to drift away from her. Several noticed Ronda then, and waved or said hello to her and Ronda returned the greetings. She went to another bench, selected a locker, and started to stash her geer. She tossed the script onto the bench, without looking at it.
May noticed it though. "You got one too," she said.
Trying not to roll her eyes, Ronda snapped the wrist band again, and found herself going. "A script? Yes, I usually get one." She did not add, 'Seeing that RAW is the show I work on, it shouldn't be that shocking, should it?' Her finger pulled at the band again, but didn't snap it.
"Not just the script," May said, "The post-it-note on the top of it."
Ronda looked down. Sure enough, on the cover of the script was a screaming neon green post it with a few words on it. "Ronda, please meet me in our office at three," It was signed, "HHH" in a bold, masculine script as if he was too busy to write out his full name, or even just Hunter, he could only spare the second it took to scribble three letters. Ronda wasn't shocked, her scripts often contained instructions to report to the office before shows, she was the RAW Women's Champion, and thanks to women like her, women's wrestling was as big as the men's division, and even bigger to some fans.
"Did you get one, too?" Ronda asked, more to be polite then to really be concerned.
"Yeah," May said. "three o'clock."
"Same as me," Ronda said, then frowned. Wait a moment, it's RAW tonight. Why would May be getting a script and a note for RAW? "Are they doing some Make A Wish plea tonight?" she blurted out, before she could stop herself.
May's eyes narrowed only briefly, then she shrugged, her normal, good humor resolved. "Maybe, I don't know. One of the creative guys gave it to me when I came in, and then scampered off like I'd throw a ball for him. I haven't had a chance to look it over, yet."
While Ronda had never thought about it before, she got May's ball throwing reference instantly. The interns, no matter who they worked for, promotions, creative or any other division of WWE, often acted way too enthusiastic about everything, except the talent. The WWE frowned on interns who were starstruck, and more than one had found themselves taking a bus back to wherever they called home, because they had lingered too long, perhaps even fawned a bit over various superstars. This gave most of them them a tendency to deal with the entertainers as fast as possible, then run off. Like we throw balls and they run off to chase them, Ronda thought. Accurate enough, and now I'll picture every intern as a puppy. The intern who had given her script to her had shaggy reddish blond hair and she saw him as a Golden Retriever. Her fingers went to the wrist band and twisted it, again without her being aware of it, but this time she did not snap it. Instead, she looked at the clock on the wall, a relic of bygone days when cellphones had yet to be in the hands of everyone. "Well, I guess we'll find out soon enough," she said. "It's almost three."
"Yikes," May said, grabbing several items from the box, and then hastily folding the lid down. "We'd better go, then," she said, shoving the box into her locker and standing up, the items in her hands. "Just in case we can't find their makeshift office quickly."
Ronda couldn't argue with that. With a nod of agreement, she left the locker room with May. The one thing Ronda could admit to herself was that walking May along side of her, made her feel a lot taller than 5' 7". And, she liked that. I could use you as a barstool, she thought.
She found herself snapping the band at her wrist again.
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Out in the halls, May found herself sneaking hesitant looks at Ronda as they looked for the makeshift office, where Hunter and Stephanie would be. Part of it was nerves, because she was with Ronda, and the two were not exactly friends. They weren't total enemies, although they had been at one point, because to be honest, Ronda used to be a right bitch, hell, she could still be a right bitch, but at least her bitchiness wasn't directed to her, as it had been once.
Be fair! the invisible version of May's mother that lived in her head spoke so clearly May could almost picture her walking along side of her. She was dating Seth before you came along. And you did make that big mistake of sleeping with him before he and Ronda had officially broken up. Which shames me a bit more than I admit, because I thought I raised you better than that.
Head version Mom was right, if not exactly fair. Yes, she had slept with Seth, yes, he had officially not broken up with Ronda when she did that first time, but Seth had told her they had. Certainly that had to count for something. She wouldn't have slept with him if he hadn't lied to her, and told her the break up hadn't officially happened yet.
You were a little drunk that night, Head Mom reminded her. Head Mom? Subconscious Mom? Nah, nothing subconscious about it, May was perfectly aware that she had a version of her mother in her head, always ready to dispense advice and to try to make her a better human being, much like the real life version did. And Head Mom was right about that, she had been a little drunk that night. Well, maybe not a little, maybe a bit more than a little, maybe, if she wanted to be totally honest, she was about two steps before three sheets to the wind. Normally, she could handle her liquor better than most guys, thanks to her Grandfather, who thought that rules were stupid, and was letting her drink controlled amounts by sixteen, and let her have whatever she wanted when she was eighteen. The only rule he'd had was, "You do it at my house. And you give me your cell phone so you don't drunk dial or text your mom. Because she'll kill me if she finds out I've been letting you drink."
But, on that night she had been so homesick, lonely, fairly new to WWE, and she missed the feeling of family she'd had at NXT. She was the new girl and the locker room was feeling her out. One glass of wine, lead to three, lead to shots of Everclear with beer chasers.
And, because like will always seek out like, Seth Rollins had come to the bar, looking unhappy, asking if he could join her. Sensing another unhappy soul, she had nodded.
Because she was a nice person, and because she thought Seth was kind-of cute, she had asked him what was wrong and he'd told her how he and Ronda had broken up, how much he'd loved Ronda, but he just couldn't deal with her out of control ego. May had been fairly ignorant about couple type relationships then, having never had the time growing up, but she'd dealt with enough friends and siblings broken hearts that she knew Seth was hurting way more than he let on, and he sure was acting mopey. If Seth had been one of her brothers, or one of her friends from NXT, May might have called him on his bullshit, and told him that despite her cactus-like personality, it was obvious that Seth was still head over heels for Ronda, and if he was smart, he'd stop moping, call her up, tell her, and then sit down and try to work it out with her.
But, again, she'd been drunk and lonely and Seth was at least talking to her, the last thing she wanted to do was alienate the one person who was willing to keep her company that night. So, she listened, nodded, stopped doing shots and started sticking just to beers. Instead, he had started with the Everclear, because she'd bought a whole bottle from the bar, and she still had some left. She let him talk about Ronda, all the things he disliked about her, how ego driven she was, so on and so forth, most of it she couldn't even remember.
An hour or so into it Seth finally seemed to realize he had been monopolizing the conversation with his woes, and asked her why she was unhappy.
She didn't want to tell him, "I miss my family! I miss my NXT sisters, one of which is my real sister, Raven! I want to be a wrestler more than anything in the world, but I didn't realize there would be nights when I would be so damned lonely and all I'd want to do is go home and get a hug!" But, she wasn't great at coming up with misdirections, and part of her was remembering listening to the Divas (they were Divas back then, not Women Wrestlers) and their chat about relationships, both long-term and brief, had lead her to find something else to depress her, that suddenly popped its head out. Before May could think if this was a great idea, she blurted out. "I'm tired of being a fucking virgin."
Seth's eyes went wide and as May realized what she had said, she wished she had the superpower to go back in time. Not years, or days, just thirty seconds or so, so she could snatch those words back. She froze, convinced she had blown her whole life sky high. Surely Seth would run and tell every guy in the locker room. Guess what, Dudes? May Devany is a virgin!
Then, Seth had laughed. "That's a good one!"
May forced herself to laugh, relieved he thought she was joking. But, he played along, pouring her another shot, even though she wasn't doing shots anymore, and said, "I understand that's a problem, and I can help you with that."
That's all it took, and May would always blame herself. She had been so stupid to make that virginity remark. And, while Seth was taking it as a joke, she also realized she'd set herself up, practically crawled into his lap and said, "Please, do me."
She tried to act cool about it, but Seth had figured it out and confronted her the next day. That went on her list of most awkward conversations ever. She might have had no experience, but she'd sure as hell tried to fool him, trying to remember every awful gothic bodice ripper sex scene she'd ever read. And it wasn't like she stained the hotel sheets like some medieval child bride. But, the next day as she woke up, he looked at her and said, "You weren't kidding last night, were you?"
She thought about lying. Growing up with so many brothers and sisters, nasty barbs came fast to her tongue. Things like, "No, you just really suck at this" came to mind, but she decided that she might as well come clean, shrugged and admitted she had been a virgin.
She had to give Seth credit for how he handled it, and thought that it was his reaction that probably lead to her sticking with him for two years. He didn't freak out, he didn't show remorse, nor did he get some proud look on his face as if he'd managed to win a prize. Instead he nodded. "I wish you'd told me you weren't joking."
"I wish you hadn't figure out I was," she'd responded, looking away from him. "Not one of my finest moments. I lost my virginity and found out I'm bad at sex. Oh, what a night!"
"You're not bad," Seth said, his voice gentle. "Just inexperienced. We all have to start somewhere."
His gentleness at that moment felt even worse than if he had bragged or been remorseful and May reacted in self defense by cracking jokes about herself. How that until she was fifteen and got a job with Empire State, Wrestling for lessons, she had spent all her free time with gymnastics and how the hell was she supposed to find someone in the school of tuna that was her girls gymnastics team? How most of the girls had been so into making it to the olympics, that instead of dating, they developed very close, personal relationships with their electric toothbrushes. ("I took mine to the Four Seasons for Valentine's Day.") And then, when she did get to Empire State Wrestling, a total sausage fest, her grandfather and the owner of the place made sure every guy there knew if they so much as gave her a lustful look, her grandfather would rip their limbs off their body. ("And I guess I wasn't worth that risk, I wonder why?")
She made crack after crack about herself, until Seth had leaned over and kissed her long and hard. "May?" he began after they had finished, and she found herself a little breathless. "Be quiet."
"I feel so stupid," she said, fighting off the urge to kiss him this time. That kiss had been hotter than the actual sex the night before. Maybe it was that she wasn't drunk anymore? Maybe it was that he knew? "I thought I could bluff, but I can't. I have no clue what I'm doing and it must be so obvious that you figured it out."
"May, it's okay," Seth said, pulling her close. "It's not rocket science. Anything you don't know, you can learn."
She couldn't argue with that logic, but she found herself blushing as she asked him, "Can you show me?" Then, being her and being so scared and nervous, she had to keep going, "I mean, I know that sounds like some weird porn plot, 'sir, I'm just a virgin, will you show me how to please a man?' But, it's so damned awkward. I just want to be straight about this, even if it seems weird. I know nothing, you know everything, well, maybe not everything, but a whole lot more than me. I don't want to pretend, I don't want to fumble. I want you to tell me what to do. What you like, what you don't like. I mean, if you still want to, like, keep doing it. Maybe I'm so bad at it, you want to run?"
Again, he kissed her, leaving her breathless, then said, "Wow, when you get nervous, you become a regular motor mouth."
"I know," May wailed. "But I don't know how to stop!"
Seth smiled and there was something wicked about that smile. He kissed her again, even longer and harder. "Maybe," he suggested, "We should start with finding other things you can do with your mouth."
"Good idea," she blurted out, before she could stop herself, "I was raised not to talk with my mouth full."
He'd laughed at that, then lay back down on the bed, pulling her on top of him and looking into her eyes. "May?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut the fuck up," he said, and kissed her again.
That was the beginning of two year relationship, and at first, it was pretty good. Once she was able to stop babbling, Seth did teach her everything he liked. In return, he helped her find out everything she liked. And, she must have learned a lot under his teaching, because when they broke up and she started dating Dolph Ziggler, he sure hadn't seemed unhappy with her skill set, even if it did seem to take forever for the two of them to connect in that way.
But, neither Dolph nor Seth could be blamed for that one either, that had fallen firmly on her shoulders, when after a night of too much drinking with Alicia (maybe she didn't hold her booze as well as she thought she did) she had told her that she'd been a virgin her first time with Seth. And then it seemed like ten seconds later, the whole locker room knew. May didn't blame Alicia, news like that was too juicy not to share. But she knew it made most of the locker room see her different. For some, it made them see her as a child, and her short stature didn't help with that. Inexperienced. She'd been given a try out and entered NXT at nineteen, thanks to her experience in Empire State Wrestling, which made her one of the younger girls in the locker room as well. The other half looked at her as some strange creature, the virginal hussy who stole Seth from Ronda with her magical hymen powers.
Roman Reigns fell in that later camp and the two of them never got along. They still didn't, but when May had discovered a juicy tidbit about Mr. Reigns, the two of them came to an uncomfortable truce, that made it so they could at least nod in the halls.
If May had to be honest, she got along much better with Seth than she did with Roman. She and Seth had managed to work themselves to the point where they were civil enough that they could stand near each other in catering and talk about trivial things. When she congratulated him on his marriage to Ronda, he had given her a weird look as if he thought she might be joking. When he realized she wasn't, he accepted her congratulations and told her how happy he was. She told him she hoped he and Ronda were always that happy. And she'd meant it. She still had her moments when she thought he was a slack-jaw weasel who used her as a dickstand while waiting for his twue wuve Wonda Wousey to return, but mostly, she was over it.
But Ronda, the Queen of WWE (Charlotte could claim that title as much as she wanted, but anyone who knew anything knew that honor belonged to Ronda) was another matter. To give her credit, she had believed Seth when he told her that he'd lied to May about their relationship being over. She hadn't attacked May, the two hadn't had some official blow out in the hall where they screamed at each other, they just avoided each other and it was pretty clear for a long time, that Ronda would have broken into a cheer, had May been run off the road and killed on the way to the next house show.
Be fair, you wouldn't have shed a tear if she was killed either!
"Shut up, Mom," she muttered.
"What?"
Ronda's voice broke her into reality and she realized she had been totally wrapped up in her own thoughts. Wrapped up enough that she didn't realize that Ronda had found out where the makeshift office was and was leading them towards it briskly. May had flash of their backstage walk, Ronda scaring an intern so badly by barking at him, "Where is the office set up?" that made him look about to pee his pants. But, mostly she had been on autopilot. "Nothing," May said with a sigh.
"May, are you having a fucking seizure or something?" Ronda demanded. They had stopped in front of a closed door that had a sign that said, "Office" on it.
"Am I on the floor, foaming at the mouth?" May snapped, unable to stop herself.
"That's not the only reaction to a seizure and you know it," Ronda said, rolling her eyes. Her fingers tugged at the wristband she wore, snapping it against her wrist. She was right, there were all different types of reactions to all different types of seizures. All wrestlers, or anyone that grew up watching House knew that. "Are you all right?"
"Yeah," May suspected the words didn't come out of real concern, Ronda was more likely worried that if she didn't get her head out of the clouds, she'd embarrass herself (not bad) and Ronda (horrifying!) at this meeting. "I'm just gathering wool," she said, by way of explanation.
"Well, knit Dolph a sweater on your own time," Ronda countered. "This is WWE time."
When did you become such a corporate suck up?
That little voice in her head, was purely her own.
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As they were ushered into the office by Stephanie, Ronda stared at the back of May's head in disbelief. The woman really was acting crazy, holding on to those items from her box in her hands, talking to her mother, who wasn't there, and walking around dazed. Not that Ronda was really concerned about her, but there was a reason why they had both been called to the office together, and the last thing she needed was Little Miss Brain-On-Mars to make Stephanie and Hunter forget why they'd been summoned and instead start thinking about sending May to Wellness for a piss test. She's better snap out of it, or I'm going to have to choke a bitch.
Again, she snapped the wristband, and again she felt the tiny sting.
"Welcome," Hunter said. Like every other makeshift office, the room was small. There were a couple of chairs and a desk, but usually, this close to how it was shown on TV, business was conducted quickly and standing up. "Have either of you looked over the script?"
May heard that, because she shook her head as fast as Ronda did and even added, "I don't even know why I got a script. I'm Smackdown."
"Maybe," Hunter said, "Then again, maybe not."
Now Ronda felt her brows furrow. It was an official unofficial rule that May Devany and Ronda Rousey did not work together. There was a time when Ronda had wanted it added into her contract, but cooler heads prevailed and her agent talked her out of that. But, even though it wasn't in her contract, the last few years it was unwritten, but also seemed unbreakable. Ronda knew that was in part, to appease her, but she also knew there was a bit of sympathy for her behind the decision. Stephanie seemed to be sympathetic to Ronda's situation, that Seth had, for all intents and purposes, cheated on her with May. Maybe he'd lied to May about where his relationship stood with Ronda, but that didn't still make it damned awkward to work together. May hadn't been treated poorly because of this, but Stephanie, Hunter, and even Old Man Vinnie had been surprisingly cooperative and had done their best to keep the two of them apart. Now the unbreakable, unwritten rule was to be broken?
She must have shot Hunter a look, because he held up his hands a bit in a soft "Stop" gesture. "Now, I know you two girls have a bit of a past."
"If you call both of us playing with the same dick 'a bit of a past,'" May said, snorting.
Ronda stared at May, almost in shock. Locker room gossip told her May wasn't as sweet and pure as you might think, especially not if you got a couple glasses of wine into her. But as far as Ronda knew, she didn't show her crude side to any of the McMahon clan.
The looks on Hunter and Stephanie's face showed Ronda she was right, and this might be the first glimpse they had seen of May's other side, the side that wasn't a fine, upstanding role model for young women, almost as bad as Bayley. Well, maybe as bad as Bayley, but in a more mature way. No "Bayley Buddies" for May. May was almost the motherly role model, while Bayley was the big sister. "Well," Hunter finally said, "I might not have put it in those terms, but yes. And I understand why at first, the two of you were better off kept separate. But we've moved on from there. Ronda, you're married to Seth, and May you're," there was a brief pause, and then he continued, "in a relationship with Dolph Ziggler. I think it's time to put aside such petty things and realize that it's time to do what's best for the company."
"Now," Stephanie said, her voice brisk and all business, "Have you girls been on Twitter lately?"
Ronda and May looked at each other and shrugged. "Not today," Ronda said.
"About the same," May said.
"We put up something on WWE asking what the WWE thought would be a perfect match, and much to our surprise, the number one match folks want to see is Ronda Rousey and May Devany. People have been talking and tweeting about it all day. It was the top trend for awhile, and still going!"
Again, Ronda and May exchanged looks. But this time, May spoke first. "Maybe you shouldn't have had me drop the belt. If I still had it, we'd be meeting at Survivor Series."
"That's true," Hunter said, "And we have discussed if we should have you win your belt back, maybe just before Survivor Series."
"But, we realize that this something we should do as soon as possible," Stephanie said. "Strike while the iron is hot. We need something to liven up RAW, not that you're not doing a fantastic job, Ronda, but if the fans want to see Ronda Rousey and May Devany in a match? Let's give it to them."
"Why am I going to go to RAW?" May asked. "I mean, yeah, because that's where Ronda is, but unless we're doing an official trade, I don't see my character invading RAW. That's a pretty heel move."
"You know there aren't heels and faces in the women's division," Hunter said.
May and Ronda looked at each other, recognizing verbal cow patties when they heard them. Yes, the WWE wanted to believe women wrestlers could easily change rolls from face to heel, but faces and heels were picked by the WWE Universe. If you were cheered, you were a face, if you were booed, you were a heel. By decree of the WWE universe, both Ronda and May were faces who shared many of the same fans. Even when Ronda's character was a complete and utter bitch, she still got cheers, and even her boos came off like the audience was trying to please her. Ronda suspected that the fans wanted them to fight because it would be a "No matter who loses, the fans win!" match. Something the WWE seemed to shy from at times, or if they didn't, they built it up forever. This sounded like it was going to be put into motion quickly.
"May, you've expressed some frustration at your character always having to be so positive and cheerful," Stephanie said. "This would give you a chance to break away from that. Both of you are strong wrestlers, this will make a great main event for the next PPV. And, we're going on the angle that May, you are tired of Ronda having everything. Ronda has held both titles, you've only ever held the Smackdown title. Ronda ran off and make movies, and now she's back and you think she's getting preferential treatment."
Ronda didn't think this was exactly fair. She had been the one to choose not to devote herself to acting as much, and go back into wrestling. She'd passed over a lot of opportunities she might have jumped to have at one point, including a permanent role on Orange Is The New Black. She strongly disliked the speculation that she had been rejected by Hollywood and had "come crawling back" to "suck on the teat" of the WWE. Most of her true fans didn't care, but there was a small circle of fans who were discontent and very vocal about it.
But, if May was going to challenge Ronda, picking on her returning to the WWE would be something she'd be likely to point out just for the cheap pops it would get her. Not that Ronda blamed her, she would have done the same thing.
"So, tonight, May, you'll come out and give a strong promo about how unfair you think things are," Hunter explained.
"It's all in the script," Stephanie said. "But we thought we should let you know this was coming. Do either of you have any problems with this?"
Ronda wanted to object, to tell Stephanie how wrong this was, but the issue was that she didn't think it was so wrong. She wasn't fond of May, but she wasn't the same person Seth had cheated on. She had grown a lot and she and Seth were married. Seth rarely even spoke of when he dated May, and when he did, it was in the vaguest of ways, almost as if it had been an old movie he was recalling bits and pieces of. Yet, he could tell her in exact detail what she wore on their first date. She could do this. She wasn't sure about May though.
"I'm fine with it," May said briskly. Then, she looked at her hands, realizing she was still holding onto things from the box in them, and handed a small bag to Hunter and two small bags to Stephanie. "My mom," she explained. "That other bag is for Mr. McMahon.
Cookies, Ronda thought. Her mother made fucking cookies for our bosses.
She snapped the band around her wrist again.
Just a note? No, I have not given up on my other series. I just wrote this as a side project, first so I could tie up some loose ends, and second, because ZVarmy thought it was a good idea.
