Okay guys ! I know you are already busy with my AC Story. But someone here has given me a pretty recent request. And I couldn't refuse that. So the next story I'm making is about a lemon between Shayna Baszler and Kayla Braxton. I will allow you to spit on my work before you read it but I'll write anyway. So enjoy or don't enjoy at your own risks.

The story is located at a current time,where the Coronavirus never existed.

One Tuesday,inside the empty Madison Square Garden at midnight...

Two men were chilling,playing poker and drinking beers. The show had ended earlier unexpectedly,allowing everyone to pack up the WWE stuffs and leave quickly for whatever reason. But hopefully the table and the fake wooden door were kept to have some friendly fun together. The door was used as a tribute to the AOP,pretending to be inside a closed private room.

On the table was a huge mess : the empty bottles were filling all the space,along with the pieces of bets and the fews cards that had already been played. On the table,in front of each man,lied five cards hidden on the wood along with two bottles half empty. Meanwhile,both men were silently staring at each other,trying to spot the poker face out of each other's face.

After a while,one of the men took his cards and watch carefully at his game.

" So,have you decided yet ? " The other man,asked,hand on the chin,thinking about his next strategy.

" Sorry. I was focused... I'll still play. " He said randomly but with a little bit of confidence.

" Is that so ? Well then... I hope you will handle the downfall once I beat you. "

" Unless I beat you and make you eat all those cards. "

" Honestly... That was cheesy. You could have done better. "

" Sorry. I'm not good at making quick jokes. "

" Shut up. " Then the man grabbed his cards and prepared for the showdown. His friend did the same.

" Hopefully we ended the show earlier. "

" Yeah. By the way,do you know why ? "

" Don't know. Probably because McMahon hadn't anything thrilling to purpose; he just relied on a few matches and random segments. "

" Why are you still working here ?! "

" Why are YOU still working here ?! "

Suddenly both laughed loudly.

" I need a solid job to pay my rents. Otherwise I'll end up having dinner into the dumpsters. "

" Amen. Same for me. "

" *Sigh* How about heading to AEW ? "

" AEW ?! You thinking about resigning ? "

" Not actually resigning but more like... going to sentinel. "

" We can't go there ! Have you forgotten how the old man cares about loyalty ?!

" No,I haven't... You know what ?! End this party and we'll talk about this later. "

Both showed up their cards,throwing them onto the table. Seeing that he had won the match,the first man got up and celebrated.

" Oh my god ! I won ! I won the jackpot ! Come here,money ! " The winner enlaced the prizes he won and pulled them to his side. Then he got back up and argued with the loser.

" Bullshit. I was supposed to win... "

" Dude,I won ! I didn't cheat ! Wanna some proof ?! "

" Forget it. " He responded peacefully. " I admit you won. I should have been more careful. "

" You should have been lucky too. Hahaha ! " The other man interrupted,bursting out laughing. " Anyway... Revenge ?! "

" No thanks. I prefer... to savor my defeat. " The loser sat on his floor and drank a little bit of his beer bottle he kept personally. " I'm done for today. "

" So am I. What should we do ? "

" Dunno. How about we split... " Suddenly,someone came to their encounter in an hurry. It was Kayla Braxton. Tonight she was wearing a red dress with black high heels. The woman came to the table and put their hands on it,demanding attention.

" Mills,can I... " Suddenly,the concerned man raised his index finger to his lips,gaining silence from the woman. She immediately stopped speaking and showed her annoyance by crossing her arms and tapping on the floor.

" Kayla... Please... Get out and knock on the door. " Mills gently asked the woman with a very peaceful tone,pretending to be a hippie.

" But I... "

" Kayla... Please... Get out and knock on the door. " Mills repeated,calmer than before. This time,Kayla Braxton obeyed and went behind the door before to knock on it,bored.

" Come in. " She opened the door and came in in a hurry.

" Mills,can I take you Burton for a moment ? "

" Why ?! Is it urgent ? "

" Yes it is. "

" Mills,I will meet you later once I'm done with her. " Burton told his friend while joining Braxton.

" Fine. I'll wait you here... Unless I leave before. " He then spent his time drinking the last bottles of beers. Meanwhile,Burton and Braxton left to talk in private.

A few seconds later...

" So... What did you want to talk about ? "

" Burton,promise me you won't tell anyone about what I'm about to say. "

" Promise. Tell me,detective ! "

" And also... Stop joking please. "

" I'll do my best. "

" Burton... I'm in love with someone. "

" Oh great ! Who's the lucky fella ?! John Cena ? Seth Rollins ? Mr. McMahon ?! "

" BURTON ! " Kayla Braxton suddenly snapped,surprising her friend. " What did I tell you ? "

" Yeahyeah no joke,whatever... So who is he ? "

" Actually it's a girl. "

" Lesbian ?! Why not ? Who is she ? Bayley ? Charlotte ? Peyton Royce ? "

" Actually... It's Shayna Baszler... "

" Baszler ?! Oh... " Burton suddenly stopped moving and his face was blocked into a shocked face. " Did you really say Baszler ? "

" Yes. "

" Fucking Christ... Hahahha... " He laughed nervously while he closed his eyes,checking he wasn't dreaming. " Among all the girls you had in the WWE,you chose the most antisociable and the most dangerous ?! "

" Yes. "

" And you're even sure of yourself. Wow ! Holy shit ! Shayna Baszler... You sure you have chosen the best person... "

" Burton,I know she may be the worst person to be with,especially with what happened to your shoulder... But I can't deny my feelings toward her. Whenever she walks in front of me and I interview her,i feel like my heart pounds faster and sweats comes out of my body,not mentioning my unability to correctly speak. When I lay my eyes on her beautiful face,I immediately look at her forehead or elsewhere,avoiding the eyes. "

" It happens because... Because I'm afraid that she may not like just like I love her... I love her... "

" That truly is love... But you know,Kayla,we have known each other for more than twenty years; I pratically know every of your favorite stars. The real problem is that I'm truly worried about you. And I'm konda afraid she might... You know... Break your shoulder to pieces. You got that ? "

" Yes. But I wanna take my chance. I'm sure there's a way to confess my love to her... without getting KOed. "

" I hope. "

" But I need your help : unlike in TV,I'm not very good at talking to... her... "

" Really ? I got difficulty to believe that... "

" Anyway. Please I need your help to address to her. "

" To tell you the truth... Whenever it's Shayna Baszler,I cannot help you; the girl's a real closed book. But I know someone who almost spend most of her work time with her. "

" Who ? "

" Gina,the hairdresser. She might tell you how to talk to Baszler. I'm sure of it. "

" Thank you so much,Burton. You've been a great help ! "

" You're welcome. Goodbye. And be careful ! " He shouted,returning to his best friend.