A/N: Thanks for the love so far. Hope you all enjoy this new chapter.
Just Keep Breathing
Chapter 2: Fate Is Sealed
Delilah was making breakfast for Makenna and herself. She was still dressed in her favorite pajama bottoms - white lounge pants with black and brown cats - and a black tank top. She got the waffles out of the waffle iron and placed them on a plate before adding more batter. She smiled at her best friend and roommate when she entered the kitchen.
"Morning sunshine!" Delilah laughed at the dirty look Makenna shot her.
Makenna grumbled a greeting and poured herself a cup of coffee.
"Was someone up late talking all night?"
Makenna took a sip of her coffee and sighed. "I did talk to him for awhile. The time difference is a pain in the ass." Kenny and Makenna exchanged numbers after All In and have been in constant contact when they could. However, they were in completely different time zones. He was also constantly doing press for NJPW since he was their current IWGP world heavyweight champion.
"I am sorry."
"It's not your fault. It is nice talking to him anyway." Delilah shot her friend a knowing glance but, didn't say anything. Makenna did perk up at the delicious breakfast smell lingering in the air. "Breakfast smells delicious."
"Glad you think so. I cut up fruit to put on top of the waffles." Delilah motioned her head to where the fruit laid before she took the second set of waffles out of the iron and put them on the plate. "I also made scrambled egg and turkey sausage for you."
"Ugh, I love you."
Delilah laughed and sat the freshly made waffles on the counter. "Let me get the rest of the stuff out. I have it in the oven on low to keep it warm." Delilah grabbed a pair of pot holders and opened the oven door. She was pulling out the pan of eggs when the phone rang.
"I got it." Makenna left to grab the cordless phone out of the other room. Yes, even in 2018, Makenna and Delilah had a landline.
Delilah grabbed the sausage out of the oven and the syrup out of the fridge. She then poured two glasses of orange juice and made herself a second cup of green tea.
She had just finished her cup of tea when Makenna entered the room and sat the cordless phone on the counter.
"What's up girl? It looks like you've seen a ghost." Delilah looked at her friend with concern.
"D… " Makenna paused, then smiled, "We did it. That was Triple H. He wants us to meet with him on Monday about signing with the WWE."
Delilah squealed and ran over to hug her best friend. The duo jumped up and down with excitement. "Oh my God! I can't believe it. I know they were scouting at RISE but, I never thought that we would be lucky enough to get offered a contract." Tears filled the raven haired woman's eyes and she quickly brushed them away. "I have to call Marty and Adam Page!"
Makenna laughed at her friend's eagerness. "You should eat first, then you can call them."
Delilah squealed again as she grabbed her plate of waffles and some eggs. She pushed the plate of sausage over to her friend. She grabbed strawberries, blueberries, and blackberries to top her waffles.
Makenna prepared her plate of waffles, eggs, and sausage. She grabbed blackberries and added them to her waffles.
The duo chatted excitedly about their upcoming meeting as they ate their breakfast.
"I can't believe you two actually came along." Makenna dragged her bag behind her as she followed Delilah and Marty Scurll through the Orlando airport. Adam Page was walking beside MaKenna.
"I needed my Cabana boys." Delilah giggled, glancing back at her friend.
"You wish." Page glowered.
"We had to come support our best friend and her best friend; our best friend via association." Marty smiled at Makenna who smiled in return.
"You don't want these weirdos for friends M, run." Delilah teased.
"You are going to be rude like that when we came to Orlando to support you?" Page took up the rear as they moved to a single file line to exit the terminal.
Once they were outside, Delilah patted Page gently on the cheek and smiled. "You know I love you two pains in the ass very much."
"See? That is all we wanted to hear." Page laughed. "So where do we go to get a rental?"
"I already have one ordered for us. I can go get the keys and meet you guys out front." Makenna said. She looked in the direction of Delilah. "Delilah, can you call the hotel and make the reservations are all okay?"
"I think I can handle it."
"Let me take your bags, Makenna." Marty offered.
"Thanks." Makenna handed over her carry on bag and her rolling suitcase before crossing the busy lobby to find the office for the car rentals.
Marty draped Makenna's carry on over his shoulder and grabbed the handle of the suitcase. "We better get Delilah out of here before she has a breakdown. She is looking very pale."
"That's a good idea." Delilah nodded. The large crowd was making the raven haired woman nervous and she wasn't sure how much longer she could handle it.
"The entrance is just over there." Page pointed across the lobby.
"Once we are outside, I can call the hotel." Delilah said. She just needed a moment to regain her composure.
Page led the way through the lobby toward the front doors. Once outside, Delilah called and confirmed that everything was in place with their reservation.
"Are you excited?" Marty asked Delilah.
"Of course I am. This is what I have always dreamed about, but I am so freaking nervous too."
"Don't be."
"I got the keys. Let's get out of this madhouse." Makenna called as she approached them, holding up a pair of keys. "The rental lot is over there."
"Everything is good with the hotel too. We still have two hours to get there to check in."
"Then let's get out of here. I am ready to kick back at the hotel and relax."
The group grabbed their belongings and began the lengthy stroll toward the rental lot.
"What do you think?" Delilah spun on her heel, her black pleated mini-skirt swirled about her legs. She paired the skirt with black tights, black booties, and a yellow sweater. She accented the look with a black scarf and black studded earrings. Her black hair was swept to the side in a fishtail braid.
"Stunning, of course." Marty proclaimed. He was perched on the couch in the girls' hotel room. A less than enthusiastic Adam Page sat beside him.
"You look nice, Del." Adam added, glancing up from the phone for a moment to assess her look.
"Thanks for the enthusiasm, Pal." She flopped down on the couch beside him and elbowed him playfully in the ribs.
He shrugged his shoulders.
"Be more enthusiastic for Makenna. Marty might have better taste, but it is nice to have multiple opinions!"
"Alright, alright." He tucked his cell phone in his pocket and leaned back, propping his feet up on the coffee table. Delilah huffed in disgust and swatted at his leg, but he ignored her.
"Come on, Makenna! We don't want to be late." Delilah hollered.
Her best friend came out of the bathroom and held her arms out to invite their opinions. She had chosen a black miniskirt and black nylons, with a white top and leather jacket. She had chosen to wear black ankle boots. A black fedora sat atop her wavy hair.
Page let out a whistle. "Looking good, blondie."
"You look beautiful, Makenna. You are both dressed to impress." Marty complimented.
"Thank you." Makenna's cheeks tinged pink. Even if the two men were just friends it was flattering to receive their compliments.
"We better get going. We need to make sure we make a good impression. That means being punctual." Delilah stood up. "You boys behave while we are gone, okay?"
"I can't promise that." The hangman replied, clambering to his feet.
"Just don't get us kicked out of the hotel, okay?"
"Promise." Marty smiled. "Good luck."
"Thank you." The girls said in unison. They both giggled as they grabbed their belongings and left the apartment for their big meeting at the WWE Performance Center.
Makenna parked their rental in the closest parking spot possible. She locked the doors once they were both out of the car and hooked her arm through Delilah's.
"I am so nervous." Delilah said as she walked arm in arm with her best friend and tag team partner.
"Me too. Just know: it's going to be okay. We have worked hard for this and with everything else we have been through; we can handle this."
Delilah smiled appreciatively at her best friend. "You're right, as always."
The Performance Center was somewhat imposing as the duo approached the large building. Delilah sucked in a deep breath as she stared up at the building.
"Let's go knock this out of the park." Makenna smiled and reached for the door.
They stepped inside and were instantly greeted by a man dressed in black dockers and a black performance center polo. "Can I help you ladies?"
"We are here for a meeting with Mr. Helmsley."
"Delilah Rayburn and Makenna Davis?" The man asked. When the girls responded with a nod; he smiled. "Please follow me, the conference room is this way." He lead the way for the girls.
They followed behind the man, who led them down a hallway to an open door. "Please have a seat. Mr. Helmsley will be right with you."
"Thank you." Makenna smiled sweetly.
They sat down on the left side of the table, which was further from the door, making it much easier to see when someone entered the room. Delilah sat closest to the wall while Makenna sat closer to the door. They were only left waiting for a few minutes before Hunter entered the room carrying a few manilla folders.
"Miss Davis, Miss Rayburn. It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person." He held out his hand and both women shook it.
"Believe me, the pleasure is all ours." Delilah smiled.
Hunter smiled in response to the compliment. He flipped open one of the file folders, "As I discussed with you on the phone, Miss Davis, we are interested in signing both of you to our NXT women's division. We are hoping to have you both debut at some of our upcoming tapings after a short stint here at the Performance Center."
"What would be the terms of our contract?" Makenna questioned. She was better at handling the business aspect of the tag team members' careers. While she was creative, she also had a head for business. Delilah spent more time marketing the duo to promotions and coming up with creative ideas for their feuds.
Hunter went over the terms of the contract that they wanted to offer. It wasn't a bad deal but, even Delilah knew it could be better. Luckily, Makenna, who was sweet as sugar but also extremely clever, was a master negotiator. She spent over half an hour negotiating the contracts with Hunter, who seemed impressed with her shrewd business skills.
"You are a very competent business woman, Miss Davis." Hunter took some notes on a legal pad.
"Thank you, sir."
"You have been very quiet Miss Rayburn."
"I'll be honest: Makenna has the business brains. I am more of the creative type. Of course, we would like to keep our name. We are looking forward to developing our characters here in NXT. It will be a new chapter for the Santa Monica Sweethearts."
"Trust me, when we begin planning matches or talking about feuds, Delilah will have a lot more input. She thrives in the creative process."
"Then, I will look forward to hearing what ideas you can come up with, Miss Rayburn."
"MaKenna and I function well as a unit when we are planning. We will always have ideas to offer."
"Fantastic." Hunter snapped the file folder shut. "I will be back shortly with the updated contracts for you to sign."
"Thank you sir." Makenna smiled gratefully. He nodded and exited the room, closing the door behind him.
"Is this really happening?" Delilah was still in shock. She held up her hand, "Look, I'm shaking." She laughed nervously.
Makenna grabbed her hand and squeezed it. "It kind of feels like a dream doesn't it? I keep expecting someone to wake me up and tell me it isn't real."
"We really have to kill it here at the performance center and during our debut."
"We will."
The pair waited for Hunter to return. Delilah pulled out her phone and read on her kindle app, while Makenna replied to a text message from Kenny. His message said: Dying of boredom. Please save me. Makenna laughed before replying: Sorry, I can't right now. I'm super busy today. She then shifted through her twitter feed.
Hunter returned half an hour later with two folders. He sat down and slid one to each of the ladies sitting across from him. Delilah glanced at Makenna before flipping her folder open and reading over the contract. Makenna also read hers. Once they were both satisfied they picked up the pens Hunter had brought in with him and signed on the dotted line.
"Welcome to the WWE." Hunter smiled as he took both of their contracts.
"Thank you sir." Delilah stood up and shook his hand one more time. Makenna did the same, smiling brightly.
"I have the feeling it is going to be a pleasure working with you."
"We feel the same way." Makenna replied.
"We will see you next Monday morning to begin your work here at the Performance Center." He opened the door for them.
"Thank you. We look forward to it." Delilah smiled as they exited the conference room. They said their farewells and the ladies made their way down the hallway to leave the Performance Center.
"What are we going to do to celebrate?"
"Netflix marathon with the boys." Delilah said as they made their way to the main part of the Performance Center.
"You think we should celebrate everything with Netflix. Shouldn't we do something more exciting? This is a big de-"
" - Delilah." A voice called out to them.
Delilah had suddenly stopped walking. She stood frozen in the middle of the lobby, her blue eyes wide and mouth agape.
"Delilah, are you okay?" Makenna wondered, concern evident in her tone.
"We need to go, now." Delilah was shaking as she grabbed her friends hand and pulled her toward the front doors.
"Delilah?" The voice repeated.
The raven haired woman stopped dead in her tracks. Her heart felt like it would beat out of her chest.
She heard his footfalls behind her and she tugged harder on Makenna's arm in an attempt to get her to pick up her pace. Her legs felt weak as she tried to make it to the door before he could catch up with her but, they weren't quick enough.
"Delilah, It is you." Adam Cole caught up with them and stepped into their path. "I can't believe it! What are you doing here?"
Once again Delilah froze.
"Can we talk, please?" Adam questioned, taking a step toward her.
She quickly backed away. She couldn't speak with the lump forming in her throat. She tried to take a deep breath but, found that she could barely breathe. The tears that she had been trying so hard to fight began to fall. Her hands shook violently.
"Delilah please. It will only take a minute."
"Adam, this isn't a good time. We were just leaving." Makenna intervened.
Adam ignored her and took another step toward Delilah who, panicked, took off for the door, running as fast as she could.
"Delilah! Wait!" Makenna called, but Delilah couldn't stop. She needed to get of there. She needed to get away from him. "Delilah!"
Delilah bolted through the door. The tears streamed down her face as she leaned against the wall outside the Performance Center. She began to sob as she slid down the wall and sat on the ground. Wrapping her arms around her knees, she pulled them closer to her chest. She rested her head on her knees as she gasped for air between sobs.
She felt Makenna's hand on her back, rubbing gently. She heard the door to the performance center open again and the sound of MaKenna's heels on the cement as she walked away. She knew he was there and that only made things worse. She knew she had overreacted. She knew she looked ridiculous at her new place of employment and once again her breath hitched between sobs and her chest burned as she struggled for air. She wanted to stop, but she didn't know how. She couldn't focus, her emotions continued to get better of her as she continued to sob, curled up by the wall.
Makenna had noticed Adam Cole nearby as he watched a hysterical Delilah. Makenna walked towards The Panama City Playboy. "Adam, you shouldn't be out here right now."
"Makenna, I just need to speak with Delilah."
"Adam, I know your intentions with Delilah are probably good, but it's not the right time to speak to her."
"Please," Adam begged.
Makenna sighed. "Adam, I'm sorry."
"Come on, Makenna. You have to let me talk to her," The leader of Undisputed Era pressed. "I just want to talk to her."
She heard her phone go off, so she retrieved her phone from her coat pocket. She saw that she had a text message from the IWGP Heavyweight champion. She didn't have time to reply to his message so she shoved her phone back in her coat pocket. She noticed that Adam was sneaking past her to confront Delilah. "Adam! No!" Makenna exclaimed. She shoved the man in front of her. She didn't like being aggressive, but she felt that was the only way to get inside his thick skull. "She's upset because of you. You have to understand that it's not the best time."
Adam finally came to the realization that talking to Delilah wasn't the best idea. It would only make her more upset and he didn't want to be the reason for that, even though he was clearly the reason for her current predicament. "I'm sorry, Makenna. I just saw Delilah and I wanted nothing more than to talk to her."
"It's okay, Adam, it's okay," Makenna assured. "I understand. But, with your's and Delilah's history, it's going to take some time for her walls to come down. Just please be patient. She will come around."
"Luckily, I'm a patient man." Adam spared one last glance at Delilah before walking back inside the performance center.
Makenna walked back towards Delilah. "Sorry about that Delilah. Let's go get lunch somewhere."
"Okay," Delilah sniffled. She was ready to get as far away from the performance center as possible.
Makenna and Delilah were eating lunch at some nearby diner. Makenna was eating a chicken salad sandwich and sweet potato fries while Delilah had a vegetable soup and garden salad combination. Both of them got water to drink with their meals.
"I'm sorry that you had to encounter Adam like that."
"It's alright," Delilah assured. "I knew there was a high chance of running into him, but I didn't expect him to be so adamant about trying to talk to me."
"You and him have a long history. It was easy to get overwhelmed by his mere presence."
"I didn't expect to breakdown like that though." Delilah took a sip of her water.
Makenna took a sip of her water after taking a bite of her sandwich. "It is what it is. It's all in the past now."
"How were you not embarrassed of me acting like that?" The dark haired woman wondered.
"We all have moments like that," Makenna answered. "It's a way of life."
"Thanks for keeping Adam away from me."
"You're welcome," Makenna sighed. " I didn't like that I had to be aggressive towards him, but unfortunately, that was the only way I was able to get inside his thick skull that it was not good for him to speak with you."
"Whatever you did, it worked."
"I yelled at him and shoved him before he finally came to the realization he shouldn't mess with you." Delilah's eyes widened and Makenna nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders. "He kept on pressing the issue and I wasn't going to have you be more distraught than you already were."
"You're a good friend."
"Thanks, but I've been around for you for so long that it's become a routine for me to look after you."
"You make me feel like a little kid," Delilah frowned.
"Sorry."
"Anyways, I'm not feeling one hundred percent, but I feel a little bit better now."
"That's good," Makenna smiled. "We are officially WWE Superstars now. Isn't that exciting?"
Delilah shrugged her shoulders. "I was excited about that until Adam had to grace us with his presence. He ruined everything."
Makenna heard her phone go off again and when she took it out of her coat pocket, she saw she had received another text message from The IWGP Heavyweight champion. She wanted to reply in the worst way, but she had a best friend to console. She did tell him that earlier that she would be busy all day, so maybe he would eventually get the hint. "I'm sorry Cole rained on your parade."
"Is that a certain Winnipeg Native?" the dark haired woman teased.
Makenna blushed. "Yes. He can wait though. There's other matters I need to tend to."
"Makenna, you can reply to him if you want."
The lighter haired woman waved off the issue. "No, really, it's okay. I'll talk to him later."
Delilah didn't press the issue any further. She knew how much Makenna wanted to respond to The Best Bout Machine. She said nothing further and just finished her lunch.
Adam stood outside the performance center watching the sun as it began to set. Seeing Delilah again had been quite a shock. He, like everyone else, had heard the rumors that the Santa Monica Sweethearts might sign with WWE, but he hadn't expected them to take the offer.
He sighed as he leaned against the wall of the building. He had always known deep down he had never gotten over Delilah, but seeing her again had sparked something deep inside of him. Seeing her again brought back long buried feelings; feelings he knew he wasn't going to be able to ignore if he had to see her around work.
He brought a hand up to rub the back of his neck as he contemplated his situation.
He grabbed his cellphone out of the pocket of his sweatshirt and dialed a familiar number.
"Hey." He smiled slightly when she picked up the phone. "How are you?"
"Pretty good. Just got home. How are you?"
"I am doing alright. Just finished up at the performance center. I was wondering if you were free to meet for dinner this weekend, maybe Saturday night?"
"Sure! That sounds lovely."
"Great. I gotta get packed up and get out of here. It was good talking to you, Britt."
"You too." He could practically hear the smile in her voice and a pang of guilt radiated through him.
"Bye." He hung up the phone and tucked it back in his pocket.
It might be crazy, but, deep down he knew he was doing the right thing.
Makenna unlocked the door to the hotel room and stepped inside. Delilah followed behind.
"I still feel so guilty for the way I acted. It was so pathetic."
"You need to move on. It happened and you can't change it. You were caught off guard and your emotions got the better of you. It is what it is."
Delilah took a deep breath as a fresh wave of tears pricked her eyes. "I'm going to go change into something more comfortable then I'll call the boys to come over." She grabbed her suitcase and headed for the bathroom without waiting for a reply from Makenna.
Makenna sighed and grabbed the phone and phonebook off of the stand before sitting down on the couch in the living room part of their suite. She looked up the number for the nearest pizza place. She ordered two large pizzas and two liters of soda.
She knew Delilah didn't like hearing that there was nothing she could do about her breakdown at the performance center. She always had a hard time accepting that she couldn't change the past.
Delilah emerged from the bathroom wearing a pair of grey and white polka-dotted lounge pants and a gray t-shirt that said Kit-Tea with a black cat in a tea cup on the front.
"I ordered some pizza. I'm going to change too while you call the boys."
Delilah nodded and grabbed her cell phone from her bag. She plopped cross-legged on the couch while Makenna went to change.
She dialed Page's number and he picked up on the second ring.
"Hey Del, what's up?"
"You and Scurll need to get your butts over here. It's netflix and pizza night."
"I thought netflix and pizza night is every other Wednesday."
"Well we are doing things differently this week." Delilah retorted.
"Fine. We will be over in 10 minutes."
"See you then Pagey boy."
He huffed at the nickname and hung up the phone.
Delilah smiled triumphantly. Soon, she and Makenna could relax after a long day and enjoy a good show on netflix and the company of their friends.
Makenna came out of the bathroom wearing an oversized Claire Redfield resident evil long sleeved shirt and black adidas joggers. She realized she didn't match, but that didn't matter to her. She did chuckle to herself because she knew how Delilah was about matching. She got her phone out and finally responded to Kenny. I'm settled in for the night. Sorry about the late response, it's been a busy day. Actually, busier than I intended.
"So, how was the meeting ladies?" Page plopped down, deliberately smooshing himself in between Makenna and Delilah, who rolled her eyes and scooted over to make room for him.
"Just sit on my lap, why don't ya?" Marty jested wrapping an arm over the back of the couch to give Delilah more room.
"Take it up with Page. He is the one who had to flop down between us instead of sitting in the chair like a polite person."
"I just wanted to sit by my two favorite ladies." Adam smirked.
"I am sure your wife would love to hear that." Makenna laughed, tucking one of her legs underneath her.
Page ignored her, "You didn't answer my question. How was the meeting?"
"It went well. We were able to negotiate our contracts and sign them." Delilah smiled excitedly.
"Well, they would be crazy not to want you two talented ladies." Marty smiled.
"Thanks Marty." Makenna smiled brightly.
"Yea, thanks." Delilah nodded.
"Of course. Although we will miss you. We won't be able to see you as much with that busy WWE schedule."
"Yeah! Who are we going to hang out with?" Page pouted.
"You mean who are you going to torture?" Delilah scrunched up her nose at her friend's dramatic attitude. She was finally starting to feel a bit better, being back at the hotel room, surrounded by her friends.
"Aweee, it's okay we will always find time for you boys, promise." Makenna ruffled Adam's hair.
He shook her hand off, looking indignant.
"There is no way I would abandon my boys. Not after everything you guys have done for me." Delilah assured.
Makenna's facetime ringer went off and she saw she was getting a facetime call request from the IWGP Heavyweight champion. She answered and his face appeared on her phone screen. "Hello, friend."
"You're too good to talk to me now, Makenna?" Kenny teased.
Makenna rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue. "No. It was a really busy day."
Marty sat over Makenna, so he could greet his good friend. "Omega Man!"
Kenny laughed at Makenna trying to swat The Villian off of her. "Marty, always a pleasure to see you."
"Kenny!" Adam Page spoke. "What's going on?"
"I'm dying of boredom, thanks to Makenna. She's been too good to talk to me, today."
Makenna rolled her eyes. "You're such a child."
"Kenny, I thought I was your best friend? How could you choose to face time Makenna over me?" The Villian feigned hurt.
"Yeah, Kenny, I'm pretty appalled too," The Hangman said.
"Looks like I'm more special," Makenna joked. She shoved Marty and Page out of the way before sitting up from the couch and walked outside on the balcony.
Delilah was just sitting there, watching as three of her good friends provided the entertainment she needed in her life.
Makenna stepped outside on the balcony and shut the balcony door. She took a seat in one of the seats. It was a chilly November night in Orlando, but Makenna found comfort and warmth with her current outfit.
"First of all: sweet shirt. You know that I'm sucker for Resident Evil," the IWGP heavyweight champion smiled. "Secondly: Marty and Page informed me that they were traveling to Orlando, but I didn't know that it was to hang with you and Delilah."
"If you weren't so busy being the IWGP Heavyweight champion, you would've had the chance to come down too." Makenna replied. "But, as far as the shirt goes, you know Claire Redfield is not only my favorite Redfield, but she's my favorite in general." She yawned loudly, earning herself a chuckle from Kenny. She's had a really productive day with everything that's happened.
"Sounds like you've had a long day," The Best Bout Machine pointed out. "That explains why you left my text messages high and dry."
Makenna chuckled. "You're right on the money with that. Sorry that I didn't answer your text messages."
"It's not a big deal. I found a way to survive."
"That's good," Makenna laughed. "I would feel really guilty if you didn't survive because I didn't reply to you. I couldn't bare to live that guilt."
"Aren't you just a good person?" The Winnipeg native teased.
"I presume that I am considering I've been told that before."
"You're one of the kindest people I've ever known," Kenny assured. He cleared his throat. "So, I read something about you. I want to confirm it with the actual source; which would be you."
Makenna's eyebrows furrowed. "What exactly did you read about me?"
"I read that you had signed with WWE. Is there any truth to that?"
"It's one hundred percent true. Part of the reason why I was busy today was because I signed my WWE contract. That's the main reason why Marty and Page are down here. They were a support system, moreso for Delilah."
Kenny nodded. "Congratulations." It sucked he was in Japan doing press for NJPW because it seemed like the better deal would be to be in Orlando hanging out with Marty, Page, Makenna, and Delilah, even though he didn't know Delilah as well as the other three. "How did everything go with the meeting?"
"Thank you," The Santa Monica native smiled. "It was a lot of back and forth, but I finally made good negotiations with them."
"You're welcome," The Winnipeg native responded. "You're a smart woman. It was good that you negotiated until you felt comfortable enough to sign the dotted line."
"You're flattering me by calling me smart."
"Just being honest with you."
For some reason Makenna felt her cheeks burn. "I appreciate that a lot."
"Is Delilah joining you?"
"I'm only going to answer this question because I know you're good at keeping secrets; yes, she is joining the company with me." Speaking of Delilah, the dark haired woman had a rough day. Makenna sighed at the thought.
"What's wrong?" The Cleaner wondered.
"You already know about Delilah's history with Adam Cole, but she saw him today and had a breakdown."
"Sounds rough. Is she doing okay now?"
"She's a little bit better at the moment because she has Marty and Page to entertain her," Makenna chuckled. "I had a dispute with Adam earlier. Also, I had to try my best to console Delilah, so I took her out to lunch. Reasons why I was so busy throughout the day. As a matter of fact, whenever you texted both times, I was disputing with Adam and I was consoling Delilah."
"The whole Adam situation sounds intense; however, Delilah is lucky to have a good friend like you," The older man complimented. Kenny remembered being told a secret earlier from his Elite friends in regards to Makenna and Delilah and he wanted to tell Makenna about it. "You told me a secret so now it's my turn to tell you one. This doesn't matter now because you've already sealed your fate, but I heard through the grapevine that you and Delilah were two of the top women's picks for the promotion Cody and The Bucks are starting."
Makenna was flattered that she and Delilah were being considered top women's prospects for this other company, but she was fixing to be living her lifelong dream and nothing could compete with that. "I'm very flattered. I'm not going to mention it to Delilah because it's irrelevant."
The Winnipeg native had something else he wanted to confess to Makenna. She would be the first person he would tell this confession to. "My contract with New Japan expires at the end of January and I don't plan on resigning."
The younger woman was flabbergasted. When most wrestling fans thought about New Japan, Kenny Omega was one name that was associated with the company. She couldn't imagine New Japan without The Best Bout Machine. But, she understood that he probably wanted a change of scenery. "You're going to be the hottest free agent in the world."
"I'm excited yet nervous about what kind of offers I'll be getting if I don't resign with New Japan."
"You're nervous?" Makenna scoffed. "That's quite surprising to hear. There's honestly no reason for you to worry. Any potential offers you get are going to be amazing."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence," Kenny chuckled.
"My pleasure," Makenna giggled. She noticed he hadn't said anything about her newly dyed blonde hair. She wasn't sure why, but a part of her wanted to know his opinion. "So, as you can see I have a new hair color. What do you think?"
"It looks nice on you. You looked good with your darker hair, but the blonde color suits you amazingly."
Makenna blushed. "Thank you."
"Of course."
Makenna yawned. She was starting to feel the full effects of their long day. "I am getting so sleepy."
"Get some rest."
Makenna laughed. "You don't have to tell me that twice."
"I'll catch up with you later," The IWGP Heavyweight champion said. "Rest well."
"Catch you later." She ended their facetime chat and went back inside to her motel room so she could get some rest after an eventful but great day. It was still a dream to her that her and Delilah were WWE Superstars.
A/N: Thanks for reading.
xoxo, Danie and Kimberly