WWE: The Aftermath

"Finn, Finn!" Renee called out, in an attempt to gain some solace for the fans, and gather intel as to what the WWE Universe just witnessed.

He stopped, still sweating from the efforts of his match, appearing a bit displeased to say the least, and very obviously frustrated.

"Yeah?" Finn replied, gingerly returning to the reporter, despite his pent up emotions about the results.

"The WWE Universe needs to know, what just happened out there?"

She couldn't have asked a worse question, at a more inconvenient time. Deadpanning, Finn considered yelling, but remembered, this wasn't about him, this was Lexa's story.

"To be honest, I couldn't tell ya. I got my bell rung, and we have a new WWE Universal Champion. I've no clue what just happened, I just wanna make my way back to my locker, because I am a bit frustrated. This isn't how I expected the match to end at all. Tonight just… wasn't my night," he finished with pursed lips, as Renee nods, silently granting him leave.

Listening to her earpiece, Renee waits a beat, before addressing the audience again.

"Well, that's word from the former WWE Universal Champion. I've been told that the new Champion has already left the building, and has been sighted around town! What a night guys, history has truly been made," she signed off, with a bright smile.

Holding out her phone as she watched the podcast, Lexa had to smile at the fallout herself. First order of business, turn the WWE Universe upside down. Step 2?

Celebrate.

"Finn looks pissed," Clarke observed, having watched the video side by side her partner, their hands innocently laced together.

"He's not. The locker room bit was last minute, but he was cool with it," Lexa explained, looking around for people casually passing by. "You sure this is a good idea?"

"Hitting up a bar after we win the two top titles in the WWE? I'd hope not," Clarke joked, wrapping her arms around Lexa's neck, and softly kissing her. "What's wrong? I thought it'd be a good idea to endear ourselves to the Nashville crowd."

"I kindof like the whole, method acting deal, babe. I'm a bad guy, gotta keep with the schtick," Lexa murmured, with a small tug on Clarke's flannel shirt. True, they were in normal civilian attire, but anyone in the arena tonight could spot them, and while Clarke reveled in the appreciation and support of the fans, her girlfriend saw it as a nerve wracking experience, that could only get worse as their names grew in the company.

"What if I told you this is partly a business meeting, and that I'm asking you to come to with me?" Clarke asked, batting her eyes, pleading.

"I'd say I wish you'd have told me earlier," the brunette began, stopping when she remembered she was talking to Clarke Griffin.

"Oh, yeah, like you told me about all of this earlier, right, Ms. WWE Universal Champ?"

"I- I was put on the spot, and you liked that surprise! Much like I'd hope you like the surprise I'd like to give you later on?"

Ready with a rebuttal, Clarke had to pause to consider what her girlfriend just said, before grinning, like the true heel she was. Once she'd come to the realization, she feigned insult, while Lexa looked as if she was on the verge of another completely rewarding- however different- victory.

"You- you're such a dog, Lexa, you're still in the doghouse!" Clarke swatted at her, as Lexa, still smiling like an idiot, held her waist leaning in.

"C'mon, don't stay mad at me… I'll let you touch the belt."

"I don't wanna," Clarke lied, in a whining tone.

"… I'll sing one song for karaoke," Lexa conceded. Puppy eyed Clarke was no joke. One simply could not reject those Griffin welling eyes.

"That's it?"

Clarke was pushing the bar, and she knew it. But she was also confident in Lexa, and knew that while her girlfriend wasn't the biggest fan of public places, soon, she'd have to fight crowds to make her way through an airport if she didn't set the tone early on how she wanted to be presented to the outside world. This advice was given to her from the most reliable source she could think of, one of the most in demand Superstars, if not the most in demand man on the roster. That same person, was who she was expecting to meet tonight.

"And I'll take some selfies with fans. Some. And if any of them end up on Ebay tomorrow-"

"The sun will still shine, the earth will keep spinning, and you'll have gotten laid the night before. Am I right?" Clarke cheekily replied, with an evil grin of her own.

Affronted, Lexa took a page out of her girlfriend's book, clutching a hand to her chest, insulted.

"And you think I'm bad?" she accused, with a quirky eyebrow.

"Oh no, you're the worst," Clarke teased, taking her girlfriend's hand to lead her inside the building. As Lexa followed, laying a protective hand on Clarke's right side, she gently rubbed the soft skin under her shirt.

Under the guise of nuzzling her neck, Lexa softly murmured, for only Clarke to hear, "Still hurts, babe?"

"Not too much," the blonde winced, despite herself. "Bayley was really careful about it, though; she hardly even touched it."

"Mmm," Lexa affirmed, positively. To Clarke, this meant that she was cool with the former WWE Women's Champ. "That who we meeting tonight?"

"No, I don't think you'd even believe me if I told you, so I have to show you," Clarke perked up, her peppiness gaining a second wind.

"Well, now I'm scared," Lexa deadpanned, stopping in her tracks. Feeling Lexa's weight having shifted off of her, and walking alone, Clarke turned back to retrieve her anxious lover.

"I promise you, you want to meet them, and then afterwards we can go home!" she reassured her, reaching again for Lexa's hand, as her girlfriend immediately pulled her in for a deep kiss. As they pulled away, Lexa's nose gently nudging hers, Clarke's face flushed slightly from the contact; Lexa always had this effect on her, to this day. Together, they were no better than two teenagers, without a care in the world.

"I'm so fucking lucky," the new WWE Champion breathed, feeling the pride of a lion, king of the entire food chain. "I love you so much, Clarke. And, you're right. We deserve tonight, as champions."

Bubbling from her girlfriend's newfound enthusiasm, Clarke held her arms on Lexa's shoulders encouragingly.

"I think I'm the lucky one here."

"The lucky ones," Lexa countered, with a goofy smile. "What a tag team we'll make."

"We are the Champions, my friends," Clarke began to sing, knowing that everyone in the world knew this song, and there was never a more appropriate time to sing it.

"Oh, God…"

"And we'll keep on fighting till the end…!"

"I can't believe I agreed to this."

"No place for losers, 'cause we are the champions, of the world!" Clarke sang along with the happy go lucky, albeit drunk crowd.

Taking a small sip of her drink, Clarke held out her drink to the crowd, before starting her small speech.

"First off, I wanna say you guys have all been amazing tonight! It's been one of the best nights of my life, and I'm so happy to have spent it with the fans. Please drink responsibly tonight, tip your bartenders, finish your drinks, and enjoy your night! I love you all!"

As she handed back the microphone to the stage hand, taking another sip of her drink, Clarke looked for Lexa in the sea of people, chatting up another bar attendee, to her amusement. Unbeknownst to her, someone was witnessing the exchange from the moment she set eyes on her girlfriend.

Taking a large gestured bow as she made her way back to the bar, an impressed Lexa clapping slowly for her, Clarke gave her a peck on the cheek, before settling herself on her lap.

"Thank you, babe," she cooed, as Lexa introduced her to a girl wearing sunglasses, a jersey, shorts, and a backwards snapback hat.

"So, I was telling this kind lady here, that you are the new WWE Women's Champion, and a two-time karaoke Champ. She says you've got this in the bag!"

"Oh, did you?" Clarke purred, knowing exactly who the mystery woman was, and nearly ready to laugh that Lexa couldn't realize who this was.

"Mhm," Lexa beamed, kissing Clarke firmly on the cheek.

"I can't wait to get back to the hotel," she whispered into Clarke's ear, and for a half second, Clarke considered cancelling this meeting.

Seriously. Was it that important?

Lexa's career, though.

Oh, fuck, it was.

"You guys are too sweet," the stranger gushed, watching the girls interact with a piqued interest.

"I'm sorry, we're a bit couple-y," Lexa apologized, as Clarke looked up at her, ready to move off her lap, if prompted.

"No, it's fine. I can't believe I'm sitting with the WWE Women's Champion, and the WWE Universal Champion at the same time, in the same room! I mean this is amazing, did you guys predict this would happen?"

"Uh…" Clarke stalled, unsure if this was a genuine question, then, remembering the terms of this rendezvous, trusted Lexa to come up with some really good kayfabe bullshit, because she smelled a mark.

Plus, it would be fun to see Lexa's face once she learned she was talking to Nikki Bella, not some doe eyed fangirl.

"Well," Lexa prepared herself, taking a deep breath to find her inner heel persona. "I'd like to think that things happen for a reason. I'm the best in that locker room, and the whole world's gonna learn that pretty soon. If I can beat up Finn Bálor, I can do it to Randy Orton, John Cena. Those guys don't wanna fac,e, me I'll embarrass them."

"Wait, you're gonna face John Cena? Tell me! Is that happening next week?" Nikki continued, playing dumb as Clarke didn't trust herself not to laugh, and covered her mouth.

"Well, I can't predict the future…" Lexa pretended to muse, considering a thought, and snapping her fingers quickly.

"…But, I am an Aquarius, and my horoscope was pretty accurate this week."

Lexa actually hated horoscopes and was mocking Nikki, who didn't get the joke.

"Oh my gosh, you believe in them too? Oh, tell me my horoscope, here, read my hand!" the twin excited responded, jutting out her hand for Lexa to read.

Taking the bait, Lexa hesitantly took her hand, and squinted. Like much of the world, it looked like a normal palm, flesh, a shape that looked like an 'M' (didn't that mean she'd live long?) and a slight pink color to it.

"Hmm," Lexa considered, wondering if she should unleash her monster heel character. The girl seemed nice, but the brunette worried this was either a serial killer or a swinger, and she was still rating high on Lexa's crazy meter.

Clarke could only sit back and laugh, as she watched her girlfriend fumble through a response, slightly irked that the blonde wasn't the jealous type for once.

"So uh, this line," she indicates, "this says you'll live a long and prosperous life. I see no problems, if you're careful on the roads, and-"

Feeling a slight roughness to the girl's hand, Lexa unconsciously turned it over, then back again. Pausing for a second, she thought of a remark, before continuing.

"I see wedding bells in your near future. Someone's going to make you really happy in the near future, really, really happy," she softly concluded, before releasing the woman's hand, politely.

Playfully, Clarke then extended her hand. "Wanna read my palm, hon?"

Taking her hand with a cocky, lopsided grin, Lexa traced the sharpest appearing line in the middle of Clarke's palm, eliciting a giggle from the blonde.

"See this line here?"

"Yeah," Clarke looked, knowing nothing was really there, and her girlfriend was merely putting on a show.

"That one means you've got a big, strong heart, and you're a fighter. You're gonna overcome all of your obstacles in life, and fight love with hate. According to this, you'll always be the champion."

"Aww…" Clarke cooed, placing a hand over her heart.

"This line here," Lexa circled, "Is the love line. In the very near future, you're going to have amazing… feuds."

"Amazing… feuds?" Clarke tilted her head, feigning naiveté. Of course, there was one thing on the Champ's mind. Well, at least Lexa remembered they had company.

"Mind blowing," her girlfriend clarified, making a popping gesture with her hands, as she smirked mischievously at Clarke.

"Excuse me ladies," the incomparable voice of John Cena rang in their ears, as he approached them. "I hope I didn't interrupt your night, I was just wondering if you wouldn't mind if I bought you all a drink."

"John Cena," Lexa slowly worded, properly introducing him, as Clarke looked on patiently. "Never thought I'd see you in a gay bar."

"I honestly don't really have a good reputation with the community," John admitted, with some reluctance. "I've said some things in my day that were… problematic."

"Some?" Lexa challenged, as Clarke's eyes widened, sending her a warning glare. "You just approached three women, in the comforts of a gay bar, asking if they want a drink. That doesn't sound problematic to you?"

"Well… seeing as you two have been newly crowned Champions, and that woman… there," John pointed out, as Nikki lifted her sunglasses to reveal herself, "is my wife, I'd hoped it would come off as a polite gesture."

"Aw, thank you John Cena," Clarke thoughtfully replied, as Lexa bit her tongue back, having been tricked, and placed in the inconvenient position of owing someone she didn't like too much an apology.

"Please, call me John," he replied, slightly humbled by the new Superstar fangirling.

"Sorry, I get that a lot," Lexa mumbled, as Cena waved it off.

"Not at all, please accept my apology, and sincerest request to only have a drink to celebrate the dawn of a new era. Hunter's really high on you," he dotes, Clarke noting his genuine tone.

"And I have no problem taking a backseat to propel new talent to the next level. When I heard about it, I had to meet you guys. That segment was unlike anything I've ever been in, in my entire career in the WWE. It was masterful. And if we're gonna work a program, I want it to be bar none, the best. I want to build you to be the future of this company."

With those words, Cena held up four fingers, and tapped the counter, indicating he was buying a round of drinks.

"They're not scared I'm too small?" Lexa wondered earnestly, as she looked to her girlfriend. "And what about Clarke?"

As he took his cap off, glancing at Nikki, then at Clarke, he sighed.

"I'm gonna give it to you straight, they want Clarke to drop the belt at Hell In a Cell, two months later. She's, in their view, a transitional Champion."

"Oh," Clarke spoke, without meaning to, shutting her mouth immediately.

"No, no. That wasn't part of the deal, that's not how we operate-" Lexa argued, her temper beginning to flare.

"We can pitch something much better to them. If you make Nikki look good, she can retain the belt, have it for five months, and a Wrestlemania win. That is, by far, one of the best records in the WWE."

"Hunter told us he'd consider a Wrestlemania feud, our feud. What happened to all of that?" Clarke chimed in, as a newly informed Nikki leaned in, eager to learn the news on that.

"Vince is… being difficult. Because Lexa is new, and all due respect, a woman, Vince is scared for the prospects. He doesn't think anyone wants to see The Miz get his ass kicked by you. They think it'll hurt the brand and the integrity of the sport."

"And how does The Miz feel about all of this?" Lexa asked, mockingly, as Clarke folded her arms. Neither of them were big fans of him, but if he protested, they were ready to rally a locker room mutiny if need be.

"He agrees," John quietly responded, as their drinks were placed in front of them. Taking his shot quickly, he continued.

"I know you don't want to work Wrestlemania with Clarke, Lexa," he stated, as Clarke glanced back at her girlfriend, surprised.

"Not that you wouldn't have a good match, but I know you want the show to be great, and to make sure Clarke won't get hurt. That's all fine, and the Women's Title should be defended, but… it gives them the impression that you're protecting her. Let her have her feuds, you have yours. Take the fight with me, at Wrestlemania, I guarantee you, they will see things differently."

"Clarke and I are equals," Lexa defended. "I came here, to prove we were, that we could beat anyone. Just because I'm WWE Champion, that shouldn't diminish her title. We wanted to make that point. That any female Superstar could be a World Champion, because we deserved it. You've worked what, five main events? Why can't we do that?"

"You're right, it's a sexist industry," John concedes, bowing his head. "And I am the face of it. I'm here standing in front of you, telling the both of you, I've been wrong many times. I want to make that right. But, you won't make any headway with the higher ups by going in headstrong. If you help me, I will assure you a secure position. The both of you will be household names. I just need something from you."

"You want us to endorse you," Clarke pieced together, remembering how John introduced himself. "To make you, and the WWE look supportive of what? The LGBT community? Did you find some charity-?"

"No," he quickly corrected her. "This isn't about a foundation, but yes. If you play the love angle, and I am in the story, portrayed positively, then Vince will feel secure. He'll feel that his biggest asset in me is safe, and loosen up the reigns."

"Babe, that's a little bit messed up," Nikki grimaced, considering the implications of his words. At least he knew it about himself, sometimes he didn't know how to talk about things.

"So to get this straight," Lexa breathed deeply, ready to open a can of verbal abuse, "you, the biggest name in this business, for the past twelve agonizing years- all due respect," she added, seeing his face twitch slightly.

"You want to pimp us out to earn the WWE some sort of GLAAD award," the Woman's Champ finished, with a frown.

"Yeah, that," Lexa muttered, with a confirming pat to Clarke's lap.

"I'm here to support my partner's career, not to put our relationship out there," Clarke stepped in, as Lexa nodded approvingly. "I thought this was about building up Lexa, not negotiating terms to get something out of her, that's not what we signed up for. That's not why I came. If you're here to take advantage of the hype behind her push, then maybe, maybe you should leave."

John opened his mouth, but shut it upon hearing Lexa clear her throat.

"John, being completely honest here. You can't understand what this means to us, to Clarke. The company has absolute unwavering faith in you, and you've absolutely deserved it. Just like she can't agree to let me be buried, I can't let her job out. We were promised a strong role, that our sexualities wouldn't impact-"

"Wait, no," Nikki held up, as John took her cue.

"That's in no way a reason for their decisions."

"Well, what is? The WWE, no offense, is a family show. You've said things that yeah, GLAAD didn't agree with, but the crowd eats it up. People haven't exactly changed. Sure, gay marriage exists, but this business is, and we know it to be, homophobic. How would that make us look good? Do you remember Billy and Chuck?"

"Yes," John gritted, feeling the heat of Lexa's truthful words. "And, we were wrong. We are wrong. Hunter didn't lie to you about wanting to change the landscape of this company. From the Divas becoming Superstars, small guys becoming world champs, a female WWE Universal Champion? He's trying to make up for the mistakes of Vince's past, his past, mine. If you give the green light for this story, I promise you, it will be with the utmost sensitivity, and one hundred percent yours. You call the shots, make all the creative decisions."

"For a Wrestlemania Main Event," Lexa countered, reminding him that this wasn't an offer without perks for him. With a glance towards Clarke, she bit her lip, unsure of what to make of this.

"We want something in return then," Clarke blurted out, thinking fast on her feet. If John Cena of all people could ask them a favor, why couldn't they gain something from it themselves?

"You have my word, you won't get buried," he responds, as Clarke shakes her head.

"Not just that, I want something more."

With a devious look to her girlfriend, prompting her to give the blonde a questioning expression, Clarke nudged her eyebrows to Cena, then back at her, with a beaming smile. Getting the message, Lexa smiled widely as Clarke turned back to the conversation with Nikki and John.

"You give the fans what they want."

"Which is…?" Nikki asked, holding her hand up, waiting for clarification.

"I think John knows. For about ten years, there's been a rumor every single one of them, begging for John to do this one thing, one he absolutely refuses to do. Cena, you're the best, without a doubt. As a kid, I was so excited to watch your matches, until they became predictable. Now you've innovated, you've switched a few things around, noted. No one can say you aren't the hardest worker. But there's no way in hell people want to see that for another two years. You do this with me, I want that ruthless aggression, white boy rapper that I grew up watching. I want the Doctor of Thuganomics. I want you to turn heel," Lexa answered, emphatically.

"Done," Cena complied, after a long beat. Extending his hand, he offered a handshake, to which Lexa gladly shook. Breaking his "serious" face, Cena broke down, and enveloped her in a massive bear hug.

"Welcome to the WWE. I'd be honored if you two took a selfie with me."

"Aww, happy endings," Nikki clapped, as he gestured for Clarke, giving her a giant hug as well. As Clarke whipped out her phone to take a picture of them, he made a silly face, sticking out his tongue, before settling down.

"Okay, I'm just messing around, I'll be good," he assured them, as he gave a toothy smile for the flash. Once they'd taken a photo, Clarke sent it to his number, shaking his hand again.

"Lexa, don't ever let this girl go," John pointed to her, before returning to the Universal Champion. "She drives a hard bargain, I was scared she was gonna take me to the woodshed!"

"That's my girl," Lexa beamed, cradling Clarke's waist proudly, "The Women's Champion."

"The WWE Champion," Clarke gazed into her girlfriend's sparkling eyes.

"And on that note, it's time to leave the kids to their own devices," Nikki indicated, knowing a moment when she saw one.

"Be safe kids. And don't stay up too late, next stop on the tour is Florida! I'll see you there!"

"But, we don't have anything set up for Smackdown," Clarke turned to answer, as she watched a departing John and Nikki, still awing at the gushing couple.

"Go to Disneyland, it's the greatest place in the world!" she called back, with a thumbs up to them. "Just show them your selfie with John, you'll be okay!"

"Nikki, that's not what the lifetime passes are for!" they heard him yelp, as Clarke's gaze returned to Lexa, finally taking her shot.

"Well, I took selfies with fans, John Cena, and stayed until closing. Had enough fun for tonight?"

Her mind hazy, and in a state of ecstasy, Clarke could forgive Lexa's cocky smirk, as she popped up from their comforter sheets, to brush their lips together.

"Hey Champ," she greeted softly, pushing some stray strands of hair behind Clarke's ear.

"Hey Champ," Clarke rebutted, with a hand to Lexa's cheek. "That was nice of you."

"Eh, I had to make up for not having a match, and you getting a tough match your first night. You can ask the trainers; I nearly ran to the ring after that suplex."

"It's okay," the Women's Champ reassured her with a peck on the lips. "If you didn't text me back that you were okay after that attack, I would've went after Hunter. And his wife. I'd snatch a weave for you."

"I know, you're ruthless, babe. You got John Cena to turn heel. I have chills, Clarke, chills," Lexa stated excitedly, shifting to her side of the bed. At the end of it, were their titles, hastily strewn at the bottom one across the other.

"Hey look, Clarke," Lexa pointed, as Clarke moved to lay her head on her shoulder. "Our titles look good together."

Sitting up, Lexa tugged the strap of each belt, laying each belt flat, as she fastened the clasp on Clarkes, propping it up, then doing the same to her own. She set them next to each other, as Clarke, gathering her process, pulled out Lexa's phone to take a snapshot of them.

"So… how much shit do you think we'll get for posting this?"

"With my underwear in the shot?" Clarke noticed, immediately yanking the undergarment away to retake the photo. "I think that's scandal-worthy. Let's try, a little more PG."

"PG-13," Lexa corrected, indicating the bed.

"Detention for a week?" Clarke postulated, sensing the beginning of a bet.

"Detention for a month," her girlfriend counteroffered, as she posted the pic, the insatiable woman kissing her again, for good measure.

Yes, Clexa is happy :)

I'm 50/50 on John Cena. Clarke loves him, Lexa finds him to be hardworking, but boring and overrated.

Clarke and Lexa have their own relationship pros and cons, which they work out together. This isn't to say they won't have drama, but their problems won't break them.

Next up!

Sami Zayn and Kevin Owens next week! #FightForever

If Clarke and Lexa were students, (Triple H being the teacher) Clarke is obviously the class clown. Lexa would be the teacher's pet.

Clarke goes barhopping to promote the show, and Lexa, in the future, will tell the story of the legendary story involving Clarke, a snapback hat, a keg, and a fraternity. (Frat boy Clarke, indeed xD)