Author's Note: My sweet gay heart was broken Wednesday night on Dynamite whenever I was told what happened. We all knew it was coming but we expected Toni to be the one that turned, not Mariah. Anywho, I've been wanting to do this pairing for a hot second and this.. this moment was the inspiration I needed. I hope you enjoy! See you next time :)
Pairing: Toni Storm/Mariah May/Mina Shirakawa
Rating: M for mature events that will appear throughout the story.. (just to be safe) Trigger Warning: The topic of domestic abuse can be depicted in this fic so please, if that is not your thing, I will see you another time. Please take care of yourself.
I own nothing except for any OCs that I use and the story itself. All the other characters belong to themselves obviously and Impact Wrestling/WWE/whatever promotion. This story is complete fiction. AU (Alternate Universe)
Toni's POV
July 10th, 2024
"How!" Pinfall after pinfall these hussie, Willow something or other, has managed to kick out of everything that my darling child has thrown at her. Mariah has proven that she is a rising star of the division and I'm willing to allow her to step into the spotlight with me. Time and time again, Mariah has proven that she has what it takes. Of course, I understand the stakes of supporting her throughout this tournament, my precious title is going to be on the line. The winner taking center stage in Wembley for thousands of adoring and envious fans along with myself. "Finish her! Finish her!" I screamed out as my blonde darling stared at me, nodding her head and standing to her feet. This crowd needs to show Mariah more respect, this spectacle is a momentous occasion, this is where my child becomes the winner of this tournament. Mariah tucks her opponent between her leg's preparing to put her away. But that vile woman reversed it, having the sheer audacity to knock Mariah down with a lariat. My breath hitched as I could only watch helplessly whenever Willow hooked the leg. There was nothing I could do to assist my baby; the count was almost three whenever she kicked out. Those three seconds were hell to endure, for once, I was breathless. Her willpower is magnitudes above the rest of these so-called women in this division. My hands slam down on the apron in unison, trying to get these heathens to also cheer for my Babygirl. Luther did the same, hitting the apron while the crowd followed suit with claps.
Mariah crawled to the corner, locking those gorgeous gems onto me. She's exhausted, weakly holding out her hand for me to grab. Right now, I'd want nothing more than to hold onto her and cradle her head into my bosom. I'd get into that ring and tussle with that Nightingale woman and sock her in the box. She's hurt my darling Mariah. Breathe Toni, you have to control your temper if you rush forward like a neanderthal, you'll cost her the chance to compete in her hometown for the title. It's her dream and I promised to stay by her side and help her achieve it. Nothing will stop us. The crowd hypes up Willow who has the nerve to plow into her like some kind of cannonball as the commentators called it. My word, that might have knocked her out. No. This can't be, is her dream shattered? Come on Darling, you wouldn't let this hussie stop you. My beating heart got louder, almost ringing in my ears as Willow hoisted Mariah in a fireman's carry. My body trembles but is the shaking in anticipation or fear. Miraculously, my child was able to reverse into a pinfall, she pinned down her arms and held onto Willow's legs.
1..
2..
...3!
Not even my voice box could contain the scream of excitement that dwelled within me. I screamed and ran closer to the apron as Mariah's music hit. She won! Oh my god, my sweet Babygirl was victorious! The raw emotion of hazel eyes of hers made my heart melt. Her hand covering her mouth as she cried almost in disbelief at her expected victory. I'm so proud. Never in my mind did I want a shroud of doubt to surface that she'd lose. That's not how a woman of our caliber should ever think. NightingWillow or whoever the loser was, stood in the ring, looking down on my precious gem of a child. Don't hurt her please! With assistance from the referee, about bloody time might I add, Mariah was able to stand and have her hand raised in victory. Willow extended out her hand, showing the respect that Mariah rightfully deserves. A couple pats on the teat after the handshake and Willow leaves the ring.
My excitement has no limits, running up the steps and getting into the ring. My sweet child, Mariah, stares at me lovingly as I rush over to her, and she leaps into my arms. I love her so much and this moment is all hers. My arms wrapped around her waist; I spun my darling in my arms as the crowd roared in excitement. Oh, I'd love to kiss her right now but there's a time and place for that, right now, I want to put that title around her curvy waist and show the world what a gem she is. Oh my, I almost managed to make myself dizzy with all the twirling I did. Setting Mariah down, I held her arm up in victory before my attention drifted to the stage. "Your title darling, let's go get your title and celebrate!" I'm so fucking proud of her.
Once again, she gave me the most loving of gazes as she nodded, and we climbed between the ropes. Darling waited for me to hop down and I made sure to grab my heels. Regardless of the outcome tonight, I had made reservations at one of the finest restaurants in Calgary, a place called Ten Foot Henry. It was recommended to me on numerous occasions. It's a brisk drive from the SaddleDome, a mere ten minutes. Afterwards, I wish to retire with her in the hotel room that we share as we engage in some intimate and loving moments. Our love for each other knows no bounds, I've found a woman that I treasure with all of my heart. Someone that has made everything that I've gone through worth it. It led me here to Mariah May. A woman once upon a time, I could care less about her idolizing me. Who doesn't idolize 'Timeless' Toni Storm? But here we are, some time and many scenes later and I'm captivated by her and vice versa. Holding onto Babygirl's hand, we skipped up the ramp together. The eternal smile on my face only grew as Mariah ceased her skipping and started to jog toward her prizes. I followed behind her. Like a mere child in a candy store, the blonde beauty was working on unfastening the title. We've worked so hard for this wondrous occasion and it's only going to continue to soar beyond the sky and into the vast unknowns of space. Shining brightly like a star, one that mesmerizes all of the world with her beauty.
"I'm so proud of you! Mariah, you did it!" Truly, I have thousands of words to express the feelings deep within my body right now. This was the simplest and quickest way to express the euphoria. Mariah turned around with the belt and next thing I know, something hit me in the head. …What? Who.. hit me? There wasn't a soul in sight that my eyes noticed, I was focused on Mariah. My vision blurred as I crashed onto the stage. I rolled over onto my stomach as I felt something really hard and metallic hit my spine. One.. Two.. Three.. Four. All I could do was shield my head and scream in agony with every brutal hit. Darling.. help me. Where's Mariah? She would never leave me. Bloody hell, it has to be Saraya, Harley and Anna Jay, isn't it? I need to regain my composure; I won't let these hussies hurt Mariah after blindsiding me.
My strength started returning to me in my delirious state as I rolled over. I don't care if I had to tussle with all three of those hooligans. I'm going to protect my Babygirl no matter what. I shook my head and looked in the direction of that sound. It hurts like someone is getting whacked with whatever the hell hit me. A sharp gasp left me as I attempted to digest the horrifying display in front of me. There was no Saraya, not even Harley or Anna Jay but instead there stood my Mariah hammering down on Luther with her title. "MARIAH!" Nothing is making sense. Why? Why is she beating down Luther? He's loyal to us. He adores her. "MARIAH!" Wait.. Did she.. Is she the one that hit me? No. Toni don't be ridiculous. She adores you. You both love each other with all of your hearts. Getting myself to my hands and knees, I watched helplessly as the blonde beat down Luther with the title. I don't understand. This has to be some kind of misunderstanding. "MARIAAAHH!" The woman I adored finally managed to hear my pleading screams but instead of a warm and beautiful smile, I was met with a look of anger and disgust. She rushed over to me, and I felt her boot connect hard with my ribs.
That kick left me winded, my hand holding where I was hit but nothing could reach my heart that instantly shattered into a million pieces. Why? Why is Darling doing this to me? Everything that we accomplished together and our relationship, was it all pointless? All I could do was cry after realizing what exactly happened moments ago. All of those hits, it was the woman I adore with my entire being doing this to me. This physical pain is because of her, but the anguish in where my heart once was, it's nothing but a void now. Luther continued to try and help me, only to be kicked in the testes and whacked once again with the belt. The force propelled him into a table below as I could only watch in horror. Please.. This isn't you, Mariah, what happened? What made you this way? Did I do something wrong? Why couldn't you just tell me? Communication is a key factor in maintaining a strong relationship, I assumed ours was perfect but perhaps, that's a lie I forged to mask the truth. I need to figure out the truth.
With all the strength I could muster up, I attempted to crawl closer to her. Her hand gripped my hair firmly, the force tilting my head up. Once again, I am powerless as once my Darling started hitting me with my white high heel. What did I do to deserve to have my heart ripped to shreds like this? Each and every hit felt stronger and more malicious. My vision blurred and started to turn red from the blood trickling down my forehead. She dug the heel into my open wound, and I screamed in agony. I'm helpless.. Oh, so helpless. What can I do? More voices were nearby, I felt Mariah's hand leave my ash gray locks. What's going on? Thud! Someone else is out here but who? No words left my mouth, I couldn't speak and only cried. Cry at the betrayal and heartbreak I am experiencing right now. What was everything I've gone through until now for? I'm dizzy and powerless for the first time in heaven knows how long. I felt a familiar hand grab my hair again. Babygirl please, stop. Please, this is just a nightmare. I have to wake up, there is no way that you would ever do this to me. I love you. Mariah May, I love you. Please.. Make this nightmare end!
She pulled me up, I felt the softness of her lips connected with my forehead. Mariah's lips lingered for a couple seconds. I'm so confused, why is she kissing me? She cradled my head and nuzzled her face against my bloody forehead. Even nestling me in her bosom for a second before ceasing her actions. Her hand was still grasping my hair, it was the only thing preventing my body from crashing onto the stage. My consciousness was fading fast, and I had lost my ability to do anything but sob uncontrollably at this situation. How did paradise turn into hell within a matter of mere seconds? Mariah held me by my hair and displayed her work to the crowd. All the chanting of the audience and the commentators, it all started to turn into nonsensical gibberish, everything started to really mesh together and become one shape. Colors dimmed until eventually it was all completely black.
An unknown amount of time later..
"MARIAH!" Her name left my mouth in a scream as I regained consciousness from that awful nightmare that had me shackled down in a deep sleep. God that was fucking awful. I've never felt such torment from a nightmare before. Thank the heavens that it is over. My eyes that felt so sealed shut managed to flutter open, my left arm extending over to the right side of the bed. Mariah always sleeps beside me. I'm sorry Babygirl. I probably startled you with my loud shout, but this nightmare really tried to take you away from me. Instead of my hand resting against her beautiful curves, it dipped down closer to the floor. What? I turned my head to the left, what I registered in my blurry vision caused tears to form in the corner of my eyes. The bed wasn't big enough for two people, my hand wasn't on anything but the vast void of emptiness beside me. The ugly off-white hue that covered the painted walls was the first thing that my eyes were able to fixate on. I realized something. This wasn't our hotel room. There was an open window on the very same wall that the curtains were pulled back from, the night sky and lights of Calgary shined through. It's nighttime. "Where am I?" Those were the only words I had managed to say, my body felt like it was being held down by rocks as I managed to muster up the strength to sit up. Alright Mariah and I did have quite the evening beforehand and perhaps I may have had a few too many cocktails but tonight's the show. Tonight's the night where my Babygirl's dreams come true.
She must be getting ready. I should be getting ready myself, women of our caliber shan't rush getting dolled up. That nightmare terrified me to no end, I'm so glad that it's over now. My body feels so heavy, but I know that's the mental anguish from my bad dream trying to linger. Everything is okay now. With a deep sigh, I moved my legs and slung them to the right side of the bed, knocking into some metal obstacle in the process. What is this? It was tall and slender, four wheels kept it standing. My eyes curiously looked up to see a bag dangling from it and I followed these tubes until I realized that the ends of these particular lines were connected to my arm. This was an IV bag. No.. No no. This doesn't make sense, why in the bloody hell would I need an IV in my arm? Am I ill? Everything around started to become clearer, this wasn't a hotel room. I'm in a hospital room. I'm alone in this medical prison that I don't need to be subjected too. There's nothing wrong with me! "Mariah darling, where are you!" Not a single sound was uttered in response to my question. Where is she? Nothing makes an ounce of sense, what am I doing here? "Luther!" If my Darling girlfriend isn't around to give me any answers, I get them from my most trusted butler. He's never done me wrong before. Once again, I was left to silence and only the sound of the medical equipment beeping entered my eardrums. "Luther, come here right this instance, I demand your presence!" I shouted, adding more bass to my voice as I clapped my hands together a few times. The audacity that this man had to not come catering to my desires, he better have quite the excuse for ignoring me. Why is everyone ignoring me?
Footsteps grew louder as I reached over, arming myself with a pillow to toss at the butler disrespecting me. Instead, I was met with a slender brunette woman wearing a nurse's outfit. I've never seen this hussie in my life. "Miss Storm, I am glad to see that you are finally awake. I am Doctor Brone, how are you feeling? You were in quite the state whenever you were brought in."
This Doctor Brone woman gave me such a beautiful and warm smile. Her accented voice was very soothing but at the same time, she irritated me. She is neither of the people that I desired to see. "I could care less about your name Doctor, what I desire is some answers! You'll do in providing those. Where exactly do you have me caged up in?"
"This is the Holy Cross Centre, Miss Storm."
"The who-what now? Never heard of it, why am I here? I am not ill; I'd remember feeling such a way." Perhaps I have been drinking a few more cocktails than usual but all the celebrating at hand demands such pleasantries. My Darling gem of a girlfriend has been doing amazing and I want to support her however I can.
"You were taken to this facility from the SaddleDome." The SaddleDome, there is no way that I would be there now. The show hasn't happened yet, right? My confused expression painted on my face told this doctor everything she needed to know. Brone inched closer a couple steps, her hand resting atop my right shoulder. How dare she lay her dirty hands on me? But I didn't bother to smack it away, the brunette looked at me and asked. "Miss Storm, do you not remember what happened?"
"No, I don't go there until tomorrow. My Darling and I have quite the spectacle to put on then." Ah yes! The finals of the Owen Hart Cup tournament happens tonight and that hussie Willow isn't going to beat my beautiful child.
"I see. It seems you have suffered some memory loss. Miss Storm, the All-Elite Wrestling show happened tonight. It finished about three hours ago."
"Huh…?" That's the only sound that I was able to utter upon hearing whatever lie this woman is trying to tell me. That's preposterous! I'd remember such a glorious night and the celebration that followed. My lips curled into a smile as I couldn't help but laugh at her attempt at a joke. Silly woman, I can't be fooled that easily. If I wasn't using my noggin, I would have fallen for it. "You are quite the comedian Doctor, truly a master of your craft, Darling. Care to get this contraption out of me so I can leave? I must be getting home; Mariah is probably worried sick about me."
"I'm afraid I cannot oblige by that request, Miss Storm. We must ask that you stay overnight for observation for us to be certain that you do not have a concussion or any other problems regarding your head or vision-"
"Now why would I need to do any of that nonsense?! There's nothing wrong with me. I'm going home!" Why am I entertaining the nonsense that this so-called doctor is spouting at me? This is stupid. I will not be detained in this small room away from my Babygirl. With a huff, I made an honest attempt to stand on my feet, but a wave of pain shot up my body, the source originating in my lower back. "Fuck!" This pain, where is it coming from? I can't recall taking a bump that injured my back but this pain, it was absolutely agonizing, it felt familiar. Why? My body slumped back down into the sitting position. Come on, move.
"Miss Storm please, don't overexert yourself. Please rest-"
"Stop trying to order me around! I..-" Once again, there was a sharp pain that stopped me dead in my tracks, but this one was a throbbing sensation in my head. This was different from any other headache I have suffered before, no, it was worse. My hands reached up to hold my hold only to come into contact with something unfamiliar to me. This texture felt like some kind of cheap cotton material. What the bloody hell is this? My curiosity peaked, my hands slowly followed the material and I discovered whatever it was, it was wrapped around my head. "Doctor Brone, was it? Be a sweetheart and tell me, what on earth has been placed on my cranium?"
"Yes, ma'am those are the head bandages that we wrapped on your head to make sure the stitches aren't accidentally ripped and reopen the wound." The kind-hearted doctor explained with a soft voice as if she was talking to a mere child.
I couldn't help but rub the bandages around my head with my hand. What happened to cause such an injury? "A wound on my forehead, that's preposterous. I can't recall such a thing."
"Yeah well, the object that caused the wound had to be long and slender but dense enough to do some real damage. You were repeatedly hit with it multiple times in the forehead too." Nonsense, I would remember such an injury. I hadn't been hit with a long and slender object. Nothing has hit my head. Wait.. Hit in the forehead, with something long and slender yet dense. There is one object that comes to mind whenever I think of it but that's impossible. In that nightmare I had, I remember getting hit multiple times above my keister with that heavy contraption of a title. And.. Darling, this alternate reality Mariah, she bashed my skull with my very own shoe. I can recall the pain and the dizziness that I felt doing that tragic encounter. The blood dripped down my forehead and the sounds of the audience roaring and booing Miss May. But none of that really happened, right, it was simply a nasty dream that had a mission to tremble at the fear of my girlfriend betraying me. Mariah would never do such a thing. The blonde's admiration and love for me has no limits as does mine. Alright now that's stated, where is my darling gem at? If I was truly hurt, wouldn't she be by my side right now? Whenever I was injured or had fallen ill, Mariah was always by my side to make sure I'd get better. Having that loving touch for someone who truly cared about me, I was able to overcome any obstacle with her by my side. Where is she? Mariah.. Speaking of people who never abandon my side, where in the bloody hell is Luther? I didn't give him permission to slack off. Sure, I should give a day off for all of his hard work but that wasn't until Mariah won the tournament. Wait.. She did win, didn't she? Luther isn't present right now and I recall that illusion of him getting beat and getting sent into that table. That was no illusion, was it? "Miss Storm.."
There is a reason that not a single soul has been in my room other than this doctor. It's because no one is going to come. Luther has been injured. And Mariah.. My sweet angel, is what I experienced in that nightmare really reality? Please, that cannot be. But everything is lining up to that scenario being the case. No! I refuse to accept this outcome. "NO! IT ISN'T TRUE!" Those sounds and images were flickering in my mind as I started to recall what I thought wasn't real. Mariah actually defeated Willow, she won the tournament and God, I was so fucking proud of her. My Darling had only competed in twenty matches while signed with the company and in that short amount of time, she had been able to shine like the massive star she was. The crowd cheered loudly for her and me, being on top of the world with the woman I adore with every fiber of my being. All of that came crashing down… didn't it? Everything is coming back to me so quickly I've barely been able to observe what's happening. My hand clutched my chest as I shook my head, trying to get these thoughts out of my hand. I.. I can't breathe. Ha.. My chest is so tight, I can't fucking breathe. Mariah.. She grabbed her title and immediately swung it at me. Mariah.. My lover.. My Darling.. My child.. Really did all of this to me. Please, it can't be true, but it is. "No.. No. NO! MARIAH!"
Those four words were the only things that I managed to say before my mental stability plummeted to the ground. Oh my god, it's true. She really beat me down and bloodied me. My sweet Darling, no Mariah, stabbed me in my golden heart and twisted the blade. Twisting and twisting until my delicate and loving heart exploded into a million pieces. Why?! Everything in the room became a blur as I couldn't control the tears that poured out of my reddened eyes. Any words that I try to form turned into gibberish and unfitting wails for a woman such as myself. But honestly, a single fuck has not been given at this moment, all I did was cry. My knees pulled back into my chest as my body rocked back and forth in an attempt to comfort myself. What have I done to deserve such a thing? Time after time, every single person that I have ever called my friend has stabbed me in the back. Every. Single. One. "Miss Storm please you have to calm yourself. You'll make yourself sick if you don't." That doctor woman attempted to soothe me, but she can't comprehend the amount of distress, sadness and pain I am feeling at this moment. "I will get you some medicine to help with the panic attacks and your pain."
No.. I can't be alone. There's one person that's continued to remain by my side throughout this whole ordeal with her. I attempted to regulate my breathing and soothe the tightness in my chest. I am Timeless Toni; I've never lowered myself to have such a display of sadness and weakness. You have to breathe, Darling. "Where's Luther?"
This Brone woman looked at me like my intelligence was questionable and gave me a sympathetic look. How dare she look down on me?! I'll teach you some manners and why you shouldn't… Oh, why does it matter anymore? She's the only one willing to offer assistance to you. This doctor is the only reason why you know the truth about the predicament that you are in. That your lover.. Mariah.. betrayed and beaten me to a bloody and wounded mess in front of millions of people on national television. "I beg your pardon; I don't know who you are talking about?"
"A bald gentleman that would have come to this facility with me, his name is Luther." I've never bothered to ask him for his last name and I'm his employer. How could I care so little about someone that served me so? After I find him, perhaps, I need to learn more about the man that constantly risks his well-being for me. He never protests and does everything without hesitation. I'm forever thankful now for his service. Now that everyone else has abandoned and betrayed me, I've been blinded for so long. I shan't worry about me for the time being, Luther better be okay.
"I'm not sure if we have anyone like that here but Miss Storm, please rest and I'll go find out for you and get some more medicine." What a sweet and kind woman, all I've done is be brash and hateful and Brone continues to be a doll. I'm no different from any other patient and her kindness is definitely helping.
"..Thank you Darling." I said sincerely, readjusting myself and doing what the doctor recommended for me to do and rest. I laid back down onto the bed, relaxing my legs and staring at the ceiling as the brunette left the room to do whatever was needed to aid me. So many questions were circling inside my noggin, however all thoughts were circulated to one word. Why? Mariah. After realizing your admiration and love for me, I took you under my wing and nestled you into my bosom. I grew to care and love you so much so that I have never loved another being as much as I did you. Everything I started doing was for us... and this is how you repay me! By turning your back on me after showing my unconditional love and support, you do this to me! Mariah May! How dare you! What was once tears of depression, sorrow and betrayal transformed into undeniable anger and rage. I loved you! I treasured you! And now, I demand answers and whenever I get out of here, I am going to get those fucking answers. Mariah May.. You WILL tell me the truth.
The next day.. Afternoon..
Keeping to her word, Doctor Brone discovered that Luther had been admitted into the same hospital under his real name and not the name I had provided for him. Mister Len Olson is his actual name, but Luther does have quite the ring to it. Perhaps Mister Luther Olson, hmph, I am indecisive at the moment. Maybe I'll ask him which prefers after his much-needed rest, he suffered a couple cracked ribs and thankfully not any more than that. Despite needing the company of someone that I trust, I need my esteemed butler to rest and recover from his injuries. I need to prioritize the health of my workers more than I did in the past. I've realized what he means to me now. All of the so-called tests they performed at the hospital came back perfect and clear as day that I did not sustain a concussion and I'll have to make an appointment with my doctor to remove the stitches in my head in about five days. For now, I'll keep my cranium covered and protected to prevent the wound from reopening.
Now I am dead set on my mission to go back to our hotel room and confront Mariah for what she has done. I arrived back at the hotel that the stars of AEW were staying at. Anthony was one of the first to check up on me whenever I arrived. I simply adore this man; he will blossom into a fine man one day. No one really said anything to me whenever I passed by some of my co-workers, not that I was really paying any mind to them. "Didn't I tell you Toni, you shouldn't have trusted your biggest fan? Boy, look how that turned out for you." A particular accented voice cooed out, causing my already boiling blood to increase in temperature. The pot on the stove is overflowing with scalding water, it tends to happen if left unattended for too long.
My lips immediately went into a scowl upon turning and seeing the face of someone that has also stabbed me in the heart. A dear friend once upon a time back into our E days. But wasn't she alone in this quest to annoy me, of course not, her Australian companion, Harley Cameron was by her side. I looked at her, attempting to keep a neutral expression on my face to no avail. I'm furious. "Saraya Darling, you know you should keep your mouth shut. Unless you want me to shut it for you."
The pale British chuckled, holding her hands up in surrender. She looked over to Harley, who mocked me by laughing as well. "I'm so scared, look at you, all alone no Luther and your little girlfriend stabbed you in the back."
Of course, kicking a dog when it's down. She's known to capitalize on such feelings. They are trying to bait into hitting them. As much as I would love the opportunity that is present to me. I'll save that for the woman that caused my fury. Without giving them another second of my time, I turned my heels and started to walk away. "Toni.. What's wrong? Don't walk away from us." Saraya's stupid little lap dog, Harley Cameron, cooed over to me as I continued to walk away from them. I'm not in the mood for dealing with such childish antics.
"Toni."
I felt my former friend's hand grip around my wrist in an attempt to prevent me from leaving. I snapped my head back to her, ripping my wrist from her grasp. "What is so bloody important that you continue to subjugate me to this one-sided conversation, Saraya?!" The audacity of this woman, I despise her.
Raya smirked, giving me her best attempt at some innocent eyes. "Oh, I'm just reminding you how much you deserved what you got. You dug your own grave, it's time to lay in it. You betrayed the Outcasts! You brought this on yourself."
"Are you quite done? I have more important matters to attend too. I would wish you both a good day, but you are both a bunch of ungrateful bitches." I didn't wait for a pointless response from those two and started making my way toward the elevator. After that infuriating encounter with my so-called ex friend, my anger had surfaced like never before. Whenever I was vulnerable and depressed before, I thought I wasn't good enough. Nothing I've ever done up to that point mattered. However the Outcasts were a saving grace for me, we were a sisterhood, and nothing was going to ever ruin that for us. And as you could already tell since I am walking away from Saraya, that sisterhood was a sham. I originally depicted Saraya and Ruby in a different light, but they were the exact same as backstabbing, insecure toxic little girls we were supposed to hate. That leech took away what was rightfully mine for a cheap hometown pop with the family, she went off-script. I never meant to clobber her fossil of a mum, I was going for that stupid dentist. She wouldn't accept my sincere apology and Ruby coming to aid her. Crushing my dreams for something so trivial, it destroyed me, spraying my eyes with our spray can. I'll never forget the pain and betrayal I felt. However, after that fateful day, that loss, and betrayal, I was able to find my true self.
But enough about her, I have bigger fish to fry and that's my.. Mariah May. I must understand her reasoning for that atrocious performance, for her breaking my heart so effortlessly like she did. Was what we had a sham? Did it truly mean nothing to her? With a sigh, the elevator door rang signaling I was on the floor and one step closer to our room. My hands balled into fist so hard that I felt my knuckles crack, how unlike me, I'm starting to feel like a delinquent. But if I have to stoop down to their level for them to understand, I'll do it. Room 304. Behind this door is where the blonde she-devil rests, how in the bloody hell is she able to sleep after what she had done to me?! Breathe. You must breathe. Opening my purse, I retrieved the keycard and slid it inside the contraption that unlocked the door. A growl entered and stayed at the back of my throat as I opened the door. "Mariah!" Her name left my mouth with a shout making me feel queasy in the process. It hurts to say her name. It hurts to continuously think about that blonde she-devil. What on Earth did I do wrong for you to hurt me so? I must know! Shutting the door behind me, my eyes could only stare at the vacant living room that looked to be untouched. Huh? Is this not the room that the two of us were occupying? My head snapped over to the closed door that led to the master bedroom. "Get your ass out here you hussie and talk to me!" I demanded, inching myself closer to our shared chambers. The nerve of this bitch, after about thirty seconds of silence; I had enough. I stormed into the bedroom.
But alas, who was once my Darling was nowhere to be seen. What was strange about the appearance of the bedroom was that every single item that belonged to Mariah was nowhere to be found. My belongings remained in the exact same position as I left it, but her stuff had seemingly vanished. It was like she was never here with me to begin with. She really doesn't care, huh? I made my way over to the bed which looks like it hasn't been slept in for some time. I sat down. The bed looks so spacious now. That right side of the bed is going to be so empty now. With a huff, I plopped myself down on the mattress, once again, my eyes drifted to the ceiling. What do I do now? Even with how angry and heartbroken I feel, am I going to be able to hurt her? Do I stoop to that she-devil's level? I have a desire to do so but my heart is aching at the thought. Mariah knows this to be certain, I truly loved her. "AH! YOU BITCH!"
Mariah's done it. She's broken me down and made me as vulnerable as I once was. Luther was the only person that I trusted until a super fan made her way into my life. Mariah was someone I trusted everything too as well and now, she's shattered it. But apart from my butler, I have no one. Since realizing my full potential and true self, I haven't exactly made any friends or allies. Saraya turned her back on me as did Ruby. Shida is one of my sworn enemies, and you can never trust Britt Baker. Lightning Daffodil is another woman that I can't trust. Deonna is also a no-go as well. It's clear to me now that I am truly alone. Did I really sacrifice the potential of multiple acquaintances for.. a backstabbing toxic woman? Was Saraya, right? Do I deserve all of what happened to me? Everything seems pointless at this exact moment and heavy, I'm being weighed down by so much. I can't move. I don't want to move. My eyes are trying to leak out tears of despair again. How are my eyes still able to produce such waterworks? They already burn. "... Toni."
A soft feminine voice startled me, who is in my chambers with me? I jolted up from my lying position to meet the gaze of someone that I have recently become quite fond of. She was standing in the doorway. Truth be told, I didn't realize that she had come to Canada with us. The latest challenger to my title and such a beautiful big breasted angel. "Mina, Darling, what are you doing here?" The Joshi wrestler gave such a sweet smile and walked over to the edge of the bed, taking a seat close to me. She was wearing this sight-tight black dress that stopped about mid-thigh. It looked absolutely marvelous on her, the triangle cut in the front allowed everyone to catch a glimpse of her cleavage. Quite delicious might I add. Realizing that Shirakawa was sitting so close to me, it reminded me that there is a possibility that I can no longer trust her. Did she come here on Mariah's behalf? "Wait.. how can I trust you? You saw what Mariah did to me, didn't you?"
If Mina didn't come here on May's request, why in the bloody hell did she decide to come see me? Something isn't adding up in my noggin. Perhaps I am putting my walls up in fear of another dose of betrayal. Their relationship lasted for a couple years, and I can admit now that I was jealous of the pair. "Yes, I did." Shirakawa stated sadly. Her eyes looked at me gently and drifted up to the bandages. Her right hand extended out, reaching over to gently touch the side of my head. What is she doing? I felt the smoothness of her hand slide down and caress the side of my face, cupping my cheek. The touch feels nice. "Mariah was wrong to do that."
That second sentence managed to completely flip the script for me. Never in a million years did I expect her to say that her 'girl' was wrong in her actions. In the deep depths of my mind, I still can't completely trust the Joshi wrestler. Is there a possibility that this was a part of their massive plan to destroy me? No. I shouldn't be thinking that, right? But Mariah, I never thought would do such a heinous thing. Could someone have manipulated her into doing so? That's the only way, right? Do I confront Mina with this theory? I'm not certain of the answer. Her eyes continued to gaze at me so softly, her hand still caressing my cheek. I exhaled a sigh and brought my hand up and placed it on top of hers. "..What? I'm perplexed Mina dear, didn't you want her to destroy me?"
Her expression transformed into a sadden one, she begrudgingly nodded her head. "In the past.. yes.. I wanted my girl back, that vicious and sexy Mariah May that I was one half of Rose Gold and the Goddesses of Stardom Champion with me." Shirakawa admitted. "You stole her from me. It made me very angry but.."
"But what?"
"The both of us set aside our differences for her, in such a short amount of time, I understand why Mariah adored you so." Adored, the past tense usage of the word stings my heart so much. Mina isn't meaning in reference to last night's event but whenever we were fighting for her. "It hurt me to see what she did for you. I can't sort out my feelings." Her facial expressions do really seem so genuine, Mina looks so hurt staring into my eyes. I, once again, felt the softness of hand as she placed her other hand on top of mine.
Her feelings, does this whole ordeal really have her so conflicted? "Forgive me for being so skeptical because your relationship with Mariah is longer than ours. I'm not sure if I can trust you, do you know where she is?"
"I do not. I'm sorry." With how jumbled my emotions are at the moment, I am unsure if she's lying or not. Can I trust her? If Shirakawa isn't the one that put Mariah up to this heinous crime, who did? Saraya? Deonna? Shit, I'm not so sure but I feel like there's no way that the blonde did this on her own accord. At least, that's what I am telling myself. "I understand if you don't believe me. I don't expect you too. I wanted to see how you were doing."
"As well as someone can be whenever they've had their hearts ripped from their chest and stomped on."
What am I really feeling at this exact moment? There are so many emotions brewing that it's like a massive storm. The winds are sharp and cut through the thickest of objects. Anger. Sadness. Guilt. What should I do? "I really adored that brutal side of her. I don't like that she hurt you and I want to be here for you, but I understand if you want me to leave." My big-breasted angel confessed, she gently placed a hand on the back of my head and pulled me into her bosom. A wave of relief flowed through me as I nestled into her chest for a moment. For the first time since the incident, I had been able to feel some comfort and it relaxed me. I looked up to Mina, who gave such a loving smile. She leaned down and before I processed the proximity of our faces, her lips connected to mine softly. The underlying taste of passion fruit caught my attention as the short kiss was broken. It lasted merely a few seconds, but it felt longer. Mina kept her gaze on me as she stood up from the bed. "Call me Toni, I'll come back with some champagne. You rest and I'll try to get some answers, okay?" Without allowing me to formulate a response to her offer, the beautiful woman left my side. My eyes lingered watching her hips sway and her rump looking positively delicious.
The sound of my door opening and closing meant that I was left in my own thoughts once again. What should I do? Do I make an honest attempt to contact Mariah and seek the answers I desire myself? Or do I allow Shirakawa to talk to her and see what happens? Do I take Mina up on her offer for some company? I'm so lost and confused. My body and heart hurt. But at least, I might possibly have a friend to comfort me in my time of need. Mariah.. Please, I need to know why? Were you manipulated? Was I manipulated? I wish to know what I did wrong, Darling. I'm Timeless. I didn't want to make history. I became history. But what's the point of being timeless if you don't have someone to treasure for all eternity? What am I timeless for?