Alright, as promised ten minutes ago, here's chapter four. Enjoy!
When I finally caught up to Paige and unlocked my car, Paige and I were off to meet with Paul. It was a relatively silent drive there, and it was kind of unsettling to me, but thankfully the arena wasn't that far from the hotel. I did my best to focus on the road and ignore Paige, even though she was looking out the window, but I kept thinking back to the moment back at the hotel. Paige was acting weird...weirder than usual. She was acting like... I gripped the steering wheel in realization.
Me.
Paige was acting like me. She's trying to mess with my head. Ohh, Paige. Paige, Paige, Paige. I'll give you that point, but JBL doesn't call me the Queen of the Mind Games for nothing. Just wait, you'll see. When we got to the arena, I parked the car and we both silently got out, walking to the building. I led the way to Paul's office, skipping to the door that led into his office. Paul's door was wide open, so I skipped inside and sat down in the only available chair in front of my boss's desk. I glanced back as Paige walked in, obviously not in the mood to skip, and stood beside me. Paul looked up from his paperwork and stared at us for a moment.
"You're late." He stated bluntly, glaring at me for whatever reason. I bit my lip, shifting uncomfortably in my seat. "You're the veteran. You should know—"
"It's my fault, sir." Paige cut Paul off. I blinked, looking up at the tall Brit. Paige was looking at Paul with the straightest face I've ever seen. "AJ asked me to wake her up because I said I was getting up early. I slipped in the shower and hit my hit, so I decided to lay back down and I forgot to wake her up." I knew Paige was an excellent liar, so I was slightly disappointed with the story she made up, though it wasn't completely false. She did hit her head. It was believable enough, though. Paul sighed and shook his head. I don't think he bought it (this is Triple H, after all), but he didn't call Paige out for lying. Instead, he rooted through some papers and handed us each a small packet. Our scripts.
"Here's how this is gonna go down, ladies." Paul started as we took our scripts, Paige starting to leaf through hers. "You two will learn how to get along. I'm tired of having to reprimand two of my top Divas for behavioral misconduct. Stephanie and I were talking with Creative and we've decided the Divas Division needs a little more...edginess, so to speak. The big question that kept coming up was how do we get Saraya and April to give each other a little more respect while giving the Divas Division a little more of a push." I raised an eyebrow lightly. Where was he going with this? I was getting a little nervous because Paul had one of his "Best-for-Business" smirks. "You two are going to be put into a more romantic storyline. Your scripts are mostly just a guideline, but the 'Anti-Diva' and the 'Black Widow' will have an interesting relationship." My jaw dropped.
No. Freaking. Way.
I had no problem with the storyline; it was actually kind of interesting. My problem was having Paige of all people as my on-screen love interest. Speaking of Paige, I looked up at her and she seemed to be taking this better than I was. If anything, I think she was smirking about it. That just pissed me off.
"What? You can't possibly be serious!" I exclaimed. "You put me in romance storylines before, but with Paige?! I'm telling you now that this isn't gonna work. There's no freaking way we can pull this off." Paul glared at my outburst.
"It's already been decided, April." Paul said sternly. "Besides, I've been on social media lately and reviewed some of your past promos and matches. The WWE Universe is starting to think there's already something going on. I want you and Saraya to make it work. If the storyline doesn't catch on like we want, we'll break you two
up at or before Night of Champions. This is for your benefit, girls. Screw it up and there will be consequences. You're dismissed." I stood and stormed out of the office. I ran down the hall and out to the parking lot.
"AJ!" I heard Paige call, but I just kept running. She is really the last person I wanted to see, let alone speak to. "AJ, wait. Please." I froze in my tracks. Did Paige just say please? I turned to face her. Paige was holding her ribs where she had that bruise and she was trying not to let a pained expression show. Her raven hair was covering a part of her face, which gave it away to me that she was trying not to show she was in pain.
"What happened to you?" I said icily. Paige shook her head so her hair wasn't in her face.
"I was running after you and you slammed the god damn door in my face when you left the building. The bar on the door hit my ribs." She said through her teeth. Great. I didn't know I hurt her... Again... Paige took a deep breath, looking at me. "Look, we need to talk—"
"I have nothing to say to you except get your ass in the car." I snapped, turning towards my car only to have Paige grab my wrist.
"AJ, stop. We need to talk. We need to act like grown-ups and get on the same side here. Quite frankly, I don't feel like being fired and I'm fairly certain neither do you." I ripped my wrist out of Paige's hand even though her grip wasn't very tight.
"Shut up! Just shut up! I know exactly what you're doing. You're trying to get in my head. You've started playing mind games. Guess what, honey? I'm not falling for it." I growled before sarcastically laughing. "This is all your fault anyway."
"How—"
"I'm not finished speaking. The night after Wrestlemania, I wasn't supposed to lose the title. I didn't even know you were at Raw. Your ass should've just stayed in NXT where you belong! I had to improvise that whole promo because I had no idea you were coming out. I knew I was having a match, but you were never a part if the equation. My life became hell when you hit that Paige-Turner and I'm sick of it! I'm sick of having to prove myself to a rookie and I'm sick of having Paul make me accommodate you to give you a career push! All I want is my championship back so I can get out of this whole damn storyline with you!" I shoved Paige back, making her stumble. She caught her balance, but took a few steps back. I got into my car and started it. Paige started walking to the car, but I locked the doors and threw it into reverse before she could get in. I ignored Paige as she stood away from my car, most likely so she didn't get hit, but I didn't care. I threw my car into drive and sped off, leaving the British girl behind in my rear view mirror. At that moment, I honestly had no regrets leaving her ass behind.
It was her fault anyway.
And, done! For now at least. As always, let me know what you think of the story and suggestions are always welcome!
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