"she's never alone."
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As Finn shoves his cellphone back into his jean's pocket, he slams his fist against the door with frustration. At the slight rattling, Becky flinches and looks at the Irishman through wide, alarmed eyes.

She's well acquainted with his anger, his wrath that always surprises people. For someone so normally calm, it's scary to see just how much of a rage he can work up.

"Sorry."

Fergal whispers, unclenching his fists and relaxing his shoulders as he turns to face Becky with an apologetic flat smile.

"What are we gonna do?"

Becky asks, already putting herself in the equation to fix the issue even if it's not her battle to fight. Finn looks up at the ceiling, deeply sighing as he willingness reminds him that she is a component to his plan, and he hates it.

He hates having to put her at risk, but at the same time, he knows that regardless of what he'd say or do to push her away, she'd still jump in front of a bullet just to save him.

"I need time."

Finn whispers.

"I hate to break it to you, but we don't have much time." Becky says, knowing that their time is up the second they're found.

"Then we'll make time!" Finn snaps, once again breathing in and out to regain his composure. Becky purses her lips, wanting to slap him until his cheeks are raw and red. Instead, the Lass Kicker follows his breathing exercises until her heart beat regulates.

"How?"

Becky asks, this time shifting her stance to stand not in front or behind him, but besides him as they rest their backs against the wall.

As she notes his hesitation, Becky impulsively grabs his hand, staring at it until their fingers interlock

"I'm stronger than I look." Becky says in a confident tone as she flicks her eyes up to his. "I know." Finn sighs, gently squeezing her hand as he scoots closer to her. With his fingers brushing up against the hem of her shorts, Fergal shuts his eyes and replays all the memories of his days training Rebecca back in Ireland.

He wasn't a jealous man until he met her. On their first day of practice, he nearly knocked Paul Tracey's teeth out when he got too handsy with her.

Becky being the naive pupil she was didn't notice the smirk on his face whenever he'd purposely slap her thigh. It's one thing to grab a person's thigh when lifting them, it's a whole other malice when you smack their upper thigh and then grin at the rest of the boys as if waving off his accomplishment of slapping the hot girl's thigh.

Ever since that day, he took advantage of the odd numbered class size and paired everyone up in groups of two, singling Rebecca out without a partner.

A few people dared to laugh at her, like the kid in school that gets chosen last. They all loudly waged their bets that she wouldn't last long, but when he stepped besides her and made it clear that she'd be his partner for the rest of the sixth months, they all silenced down.

From that day on, Paul Tracey could only verbally coach her because he understood that she was Finn's desire.

Tracey knew that wrestling was Finn's first passion. For the long time that he knew him, he thought that Finn could never love or desire anything as much as he loved wrestling, and then she came along.

Rebecca came into the picture and broadened Finn's horizons. It wasn't just wrestling he loved know, it was her that he cherished, he desired, and he loved.

Even though she had it worse than anyone else with Finn's harsh coaching, the Irishman never intended to hurt her. He wanted her to become unbreakable so that no one, not even him could ever get to her.

His mission was simple:

He craved for her to be more courageous than he could ever be. It's not like he was forcing it because the second she'd fall down and got back up again, he knew she had more fire than anyone he's ever met before.

If anyone dared throw anything her way, insults, critique, fists, he wanted them to bounce off of her because at the end of their training camp, she'd be bulletproof.

As Fergal acknowledges this, he lets go of Rebecca's hand and stops dreading his plan. She'll be okay because she's been through worse.

"I need you to go to them, and stall them."

"You're feeding me to the pack of wolves?"

Rebecca asks, scoffs, slightly tilting her head as she gazes into his eyes. "Only if you have the fight inside of you." He says, igniting the wicker inside of her that burns bright with the thirst to take his challenge.

"You're on."

Becky smiles.

"Yeah?" Fergal asks, a stupid boyish grin on his face. "Yeah I got this." Becky nods. "Got what?" Fergal teases, hoping to hear the word he once used to torment her.

"Fight."

Rebecca smiles, sending a cheeky wink to him before she opens the door and head on out, shoulders relaxed and head help up high because she's fearless.

"Becky?"

Fergal calls out, careless about blowing their cover just as long as he see's her face once more.

When she turns, he waves his phone at her. "I'll send you the plan in five." He informs, unable to not smile as she smiles back at him. Becky refrains from tugging on her bottom lip, happy to know he's not instructing her, but including her in the plan instead.

For once, they're equals.

"Becky?"

Fergal calls out one more time, this time chuckling as she frowns at him. "Fight." He says, reciprocating with a cheeky wink that has him biting on his bottom lip at the sight of catching her a glimpse of her cheeks burning up a blush just before she turned,

the two walking away with mischief on their mind.

✖

Just as Rebecca finishes reading Fergal's text messages, she lowly gasps as their voices echo down the hall. Quickly, Becky erases the messages before shoving her phone back down her jacket.

"Well, here goes nothing." Becky whispers to herself as she pokes her eyes to produce tears, the kind of tears a girl sports when she's heart broken.

Becky drops her head down low, staring at the ground as she slowly walks closer to them. Sniffling until the familiar voices call for her name.

"Rebecca?"

Karl speaks, anguish in his face as he pats her back at the sight of his friend looking so devastated.

"What's wrong?" He asks, reeling himself into her elaborate mischief as the lies just pour out her, fooling the two.

"I, I might of lied to you." Becky sniffles, enjoying the look of anger on the Phenomenal One's face as he turns to glare at Karl. "It's fine Becky, just tell me the truth." Anderson says, coldly glaring back at Styles before he takes a step back.

"Fergal didn't call me recently" Becky says, toying with Styles's impatience as he growls. "But I do know where he is."

"You do?"

Karl smiles.

"Well, I know where he'll be tonight." Becky says, deceiving the two as they grin. "Even better." Styles smirks, motioning for the Irish Lass Kicker to continue.

"He'll be part of the audience tonight, behind the barricade seats." Becky lies as Karl and Styles nod. "He said he'd be there for my match." Becky murmurs as Karl breathes out and pats her back.

"Is that why you're crying Bex?" He says, sucking her into his chest with a deep hug. "I just hate it when he watches my matches." She lies extending upon her lie with Karl's brilliant rationale. "He's always been so harsh on you." Anderson says,

patting her shoulder as she nods.

"Well, don't worry about a thing hun, we'll make sure he doesn't criticize you tonight." Styles says, leaving before he snaps at Karl to follow him.

"Thanks Bex, I knew I could count on you." Karl says, briefly smiling at her before catching up to his cult leader like a little bitch.

✖

Becky groans in pain as Charlotte tightens the neck lock, cutting her oxygen supply as the Irish Lass flails her arms and legs to not give in. The pain amplified by Dana's loud shouting only triggers Becky to worry more about Finn's whereabouts.

She's not exactly sure how much time has passed since the match began, but she knows it's been a while. Tonight, the women's match was surprisingly allowed 15 minutes and so far, the ref has yet to give them any signs that they should wrap it up.

"C'mon Becky!"

Natalya shouts from outside the ring, smacking her hands against the ring's apron until the crowd chants the Lass Kicker's name.

"Let's go Becky, let's go!"

When Becky manages to flip over to a side, she tries squirming away from Charlotte's grip, but fails to do so as the vicious blonde hammers the back of her head with forearms.

"Heard you were crying over Finn." Charlotte snickers as Becky's face is buried deeper into the ring. "What's it matter to ya?" Becky responds, hoping to distract the blonde as she laughs.

"I once took your Championship, what's to stop me from taking your little Irish crush away?" Charlotte laughs, igniting such a rage within Becky that the Lass Kicker finds the strength to pry free from Charlotte's neck lock.

The crowd cheers as Becky wastes no time in connecting her boot to the spawn of Ric Flair's face, relentless as she goes straight for the kill despite the blonde's pleads for a break to check up on her nose.

"I'm the Women's Champion" Becky shouts, not the proudest of how she attained it yet feeling a strange commotion of power as she calls herself the champ. "And now I'm taking your arm."

The Irish Lass shouts, locking Charlotte in the Dis-Arm-Her and pulling back more brutally and viciously than she's ever done so before.

"Stop!"

The referee shouts at Rebecca, failing to pry her away from the blonde as Charlotte cries in pain, tapping her hand against the ring canvas.

"From now on, I no longer live under your shadow!" Becky shouts as she releases Charlotte's arm and stands up to surface above her. "I am the Women's Champion, The Lass Kicker, Straight Fire, so you better think twice before ever crossing me!"

Becky hisses as she stomps on Charlotte twice before proudly raising her Women's Championship belt. "It's my time, my spotlight!" Becky shouts, making sure the audience listens as she's caught in a moment of sheer ecstasy.

She's tired of always being left behind, always second guesses or ignored. Regardless of how she became women's champion, Becky vows to give everyone a shot at her title.

A fighting champion is what she'll be.

"I think we should get out of here." Natalya shouts, warning Becky a bit too late as she's already behind the barricade, standing in front of the empty front row seat where Finn should be at.

"Fergal, where the hell are you?" Becky mutters to herself as panic rises in her stomach when she spots Luke Gallows, Karl Anderson, and an extremely pissed of AJ Styles walking down the ramp.

Instead of running off like the Queen of Harts, the Irish Lass Kicker remains in the ring, mustering a strong face. If she runs, they'll know.

If she looks guilty, they'll also know.

"Becky, Becky, Becky." AJ says, disapprovingly shaking his head as he climbs the ring steps without ever taking his eyes off of the Irish Lass.

"You just had to do it, didn't you?" AJ says, stepping into the ring and silencing the crowd down as everyone intently watches the Phenomenal one.

"See, I thought you were one of the good ones." Styles says, tormenting Becky as he walks circles around her.

"Fooling him, that's understandable." Doc says as Becky looks at her former friends, once near family members with confusion. She can't let it show on her face, even if they're clearly onto her now.

"But fooling family? Big mistake." Karl says, angrily dropping his mic as he takes a step closer to Becky.

"Where's Finn?"

Karl hisses. "He's supposed to be here." Becky whispers, blinking repeatedly and looking at him through wide eyes.

With the look of innocent she gives off, Karl steps back and sighs, not even knowing what to believe anymore.

"Don't you see you morons?" AJ shouts, pointing at both Karl and Doc.

"She's protecting him all all over again! Aren't you Becky?" AJ says, laying hands on the women's wrestler as he wraps an arm around her neck, forcing her to look up at him.

"You've protected him all your life, and you'd even take a bullet for him, wouldn't you?" Styles seethes as Becky just deeply exhales.

"We're your family Becky! Don't you forget that he left you! He left to Japan and couldn't even bother to tell you!" Karl shouts as Becky recalls that bitter day.

"He did come back to tell me." Becky whispers as Karl shakes his head. "What about the second time he left without a warning? I was there for you! Luke was there for you!" Anderson shouts as Becky just nods.

The second time he left she didn't hold it against him. If he hadn't left, she'd of badly damaged his soul with the loss that nearly tore her apart had a much younger Paige not been there to help her, and to clean up the mess.

Any evidence would have let people know, and if anyone else grieved with her, she'd of have died. She just wanted to die inside, and die alone without anyone's pity.

"I'm gonna ask you once more time Becky, where's Finn?"

AJ shouts, his face inches away from Becky as she starts gasping for air when he tightens both hands around her neck.

Becky kicks her legs at his knees,even bending back on the ropes to cause a separation between the two.

"You can't strangle her on live tv!"

Karl shouts, intercepting as Luke pries Style's arms away from Becky. The Irish Lass falls to the bottom of the ring canvas, drowning out the negative reception from the audience as she trembles, unsteadily breathing in.

"If you won't tell us now, it's okay." AJ says, creepily kneeling down besides her and resting the microphone on her left cheek as he leans in to breathe out words that send shivers down Becky's spine.

Is he threatening her?

"He's left you once again, and now you're all alone."

The lights go out, causing Rebecca to gasp and partake in the crowd's excitement as she feels someone's hands on her legs, dragging her out of the ring.

When she lands on her feet and feels someone steady her, Becky follows her instincts and just lets places an arm out, touching someone's chest.

"You're here."

Becky breathes out, able to carve him out even in the pitch dark as she briefly rests her head against his chest, never happier to have seen him.

"We've arrived." He says, following it be a subtle chuckle as Becky pulls back. "We've?" She asks.

"I thought we could use a little help from my friends." Finn says, brushing past her as the lights go back on and everyone in the audience cheers at the scene before them.

AJ Styles, Doc Gallows, Luke Anderson, the already established Bullet Club angrily staring down Finn, a Superstar who's more than relevant with the Club.

He invited the damn Bullet Club.

And now, people rise in anticipation as they wonder, will he join or will he be massacred as his once friends turn on him.

"Walk away from him Becky,

he's no good for you. We're your family!" Karl insists, making Lynch laugh as she wonders what kind of family would allow for another family member to be strangled in front of them.

"You're not my family." Becky shouts, loud enough for the crowd to hear as they rally behind her and pit against the Bullet Club.

"Fellas" Finn says, raising the microphone to his lips as he smirks at his former friends. "I'd like to clear up a few things." He says, taking a step closer as Becky follows.

"Rebecca's never alone, and secondly, say hello to my friends." Finn says, furiously aiming his mic at Styles before he throws it, perfectly hitting him in the chest.

As Styles winces in pain, the crowd explodes into the loudest cheering Becky has ever heard as one by one, men jump out from behind the barricade where the empty front row seats are.

They're just not ordinary men, they're the extraordinary ones.

Finn grabs Becky's hand, guiding her to them as he stands besides them.

"Drew Galloway,
Shinsuke Nakamura,
Adam Cole,
Me,
and our secret weapon—

Finn says, taking a pause to smile at Becky as she still can't believe her eyes.

"Becky Lynch, say you got a real problem." Finn shouts, simply nodding at the men before they each climb up a side of the ring.

"Ready?" Finn asks, glancing at Rebecca as she blinks. "Ready for what?" She gasps, following him as he takes another microphone from a ring side assistant.

As Karl, Doc, and Styles try to runaway from the vacant side of the ring facing the ramp, Finn climbs to the center of it, joined by Becky as he stares them down.

"You may call yourself the Bullet Club,
but look at you now.
You've got nowhere to run, & we're bulletproof."

Finn says laughing in their faces once more before he enters the ring with the rest of his men and bring it down with nasty fists, elbows, kicks, and blood occasionally either spurring out or staining their knuckles.

"Ew, peasant blood." Nakamura mutters as he wipes his bloody knuckles on the ring canvas before making eye contact with Becky who can't help but to grin.

"I'm gonna like you."

Shinsuke says, pointing at her with a smile before going back to his brutal assault on Karl Anderson.

As Finn catches Becky staring at the rather gruesome scene, he rolls out the ring, confident his friends have it under control.

"What have you started?"

Becky gasps as Finn breathes out and motions her to walk up the ramp with him. "I don't know, but I'd really like you to be a part of it." Finn whispers as Becky turns to look back despite his disapproving grunt.

"Mayhem,

destruction,
vengeance,
destruction."

Becky says, giving adjectives to what Finn's actually caused. "It's bad." Finn acknowledges. "Yet I want to be a part of it."

Becky confesses, smiling as she catches him off guard, for once, silent and shocked.

"Welcome to Bulletproof."

Fergal says, both excited and terrified at the same damn time.

AUTHOR'S NOTES

easily my favorite chapter in the bunch + adam cole, galloway, and shinsuke (shrieks).

I know that right now, the stable of Doc, Karl, and Styles is known as "The Club" but here they'll be the Bullet Club + Finn's team is known as Bulletproof.

Currently, the Bullet Club is outnumbered, but you just wait, okay!

I hope you guys enjoy this chapter + do let me know what your favorite part is / what you want to see next.

I love you all oodles & oodles!

x o , v i o l e t .