"Welcome to Bulletproof."

Fergal says, enticing me to live in a bubble where it's just the two of us and my heart is so enamored I feel seventeen all over again. Young and naive with my our eyes so eloped on each other that neither of us notice the predators from behind.

The blow to the back of my head is so sharp I lay motionless on the ground, face down as my mind concaves into a blurry abyss.

The battle between wanting to give into the light that pulls me into comfort, and the desire to steer left of the light is tough.

On one end, I could stop the pain.

On the other end, I could continue on with the throbbing, almost nauseating head ache and make it to the end of the tunnel.

I choose the latter.

"Stay down!"

Her voice chimes in, sounding like nails on a chalkboard as I clutch my ribs in defense to shield her boot away from my abdomen as I sit up and scoot away until my back rests upon a barricade.

"Hey!"

Fergal shouts, distracting Charlotte by shouting her name before being sucked to the ground, outnumbered.

"Where do you think you're going?" Charlotte laughs, taking slow steps closer towards me as she shouts in my face, taunting me.

" Does Big ol' baby Bex wants to cry?"

Charlotte snickers.

With my eyes focused on hers, it's easy to throw her off as I wait until she's only centimeters away from me to wrap my arms around her waist and bring her spine crashing down to the top of the barricade with a belly to belly suplex.

In the few seconds that I spare myself to catch my breath, I squeeze my eyes shut, blinking at the sight of multiple wrestling boots in front of me.

As I slowly tilt my head up, a small gasp leaves my lips as I stare back at a familiar face that once brushed his lips against my own.

"Get her!"

Styles orders as Doc and Luke approach me from both sides, enclosing around me as Austin Aries takes a step closer towards me. I swallow the lump on my throat, backing up until my hip collides against the barricade- trapped.

"Remember me?"

Aries smirks, leaning in so close to my face that I can feel his breath on my jaw as his eyes linger on my lips. "Just like old times." He whispers, his lips lightly grazing at my cheek.

"Just like old times."

I nod, proving to be quite deceptive as I lure him in by leaning closer to his face. As my lips part and his eyes shut, I rip a page from my favorite British glampire's book & head butt Austin so viciously that my own forehead's delicate skin seems to pry open and leak a bit of blood.

As the "Greatest Man That Ever Lived" stumbles to the ground, I jump over the barricade just in time to cause an abrupt collision between Karl and Gallows.

When the two men collide and fall, my eyes dart back to the center of the ring where it's taking everyone on our side to pry AJ's deathly neck choke from Finn.

As the men tug at the Phenomenal One's arms for a release, it seems as if Nakamura and I are the only ones thinking. Just as I make it inside, our eyes click and connect minds.

The crowd cheers as Shinsuke and I double drop-kick AJ's back, succeeding in having his arms be free from Finn's neck.

"It's okay, just breathe."

I whisper as Finn drags himself closer to me, resting the back of his head against my lap. "I'm gonna knock 'em all out." Finn breathes out, choking on his own saliva as his rib cage puffs out, fighting for oxygen.

"Calm down."

I murmur, furthering his anger as he frowns, groaning when he fails to even sit up. "They've got us." I say, flickering my eyes to Cole, Galloway, and Nakamura who stand in front of us, united and willing to defend us as a beat up Bulletclub spirals onto the ramp facing the ring.

"Help me up."

Finn croaks.

"You need to stay down."

I hiss, annoyed by his self-destructive habits to always push himself to the brink of death. "You need to fucking do what I sa--

"You're bleeding."Finn murmurs, his face softening up as he holds his hand up, unable to even keep it up for long. I sigh, enclosing my hand around his left one as I softly stroke his bruised up knuckles with my thumb.

"I'll be okay."

I assure as his eyes remain fixed on my forehead. "I'm gonna kill 'em all." Finn breathes out as his right hand roughly lands on my face, apologizing as his thumb caresses my cheek. "You promise?"

I ask, igniting a fire within him as his eyes completely zero into my own. "Promise." Finn nods, his eyes never leaving mine as I can just hear the mechanics in his brain turning and turning, wondering why the hell I'd ever ask for such a thing.

Intrigued by my own actions, I realize that for once, I deserve to have someone fight for me. All my life I've done nothing but claw, kick, and scratch. And now, now I have someone willing to honor my name.

I've never had an appetite for destruction until now, and even if it ends up being the biggest enabler in my life -- it's reminiscent of my early days training in Ireland, and that's true comfort.

"You better watch your backs!"

Styles shouts as his winded down club retreats, all six members stumbling up with pained expressions.

"Your days as Champion are numbered!" Charlotte shouts, pointing at her waist and insisting that she'll take back what was never rightfully hers. Fueled by such anger, I pry the microphone from Drew's hand and step on the bottom rope, inviting her in as I lean in closer.

"My days as Champion are numbered from here to infinity
because you'll have to KILL me
inside this very ring before I ever surrender to you!
And even then Charlotte,
you'd never of have properly defeated me."

I hiss, shocked at the audicity of my tone, so unlike me.

"Like you properly won that belt."
Charlotte scoffs.

"Well Charlotte, how's it feel like to get a taste of your own medicine?"
I say, for once unashamed of the circumstances that led me to be the Women's Champion.

As Charlotte bats her long lashes and throws her hand up as to diss me when she gives me her back to walk away, I shake my head.

"No you don't get to diss me anymore!
As a matter of fact, -- this goes out to every woman backstage:
None of you get to diss me
because if any of you want a shot at MY women's championship,
you'll have to earn it just like I earned MY shot for it."

At that, my heart skips a beat as a friendly face steps out into the titantron, vibrant smile and hands on her hips. "You say when and where, and I'll be there." Natalya speaks as I frown, annoyed by her misinterpretation of my words.

We may be friends, but just because of that, doesn't mean I'll grant her a title opportunity. "You take your ass to the back of the line & that's where you start. We'll talk about when and where when you earn your way to the top." I say, regretting nothing as the Nattie's face turns sour.

"Who do you think you ar-

"I'M BECKY LYNCH,
YOUR WOMEN'S CHAMPION,
AND YOU BETTER NOT PISS ME OFF."

I shout, breathing out hard and feeling like a fierce, unstoppable force. When Natalya walks away, I hope my head up high and turn my back, facing Fergal as he raises a brow.

"You're starting to turn into Prince Devitt."

He smirks.

"Wonder who came up with the concept of Prince Devitt." I say, earning a small smile from him as he chuckles, wrapping an arm over my shoulders. "50/50." He coughs.

"That's not how I recall things."

I whisper, flicking my eyes to him as he narrows his piercing blues at me.

"How do you recall things?"

He questions, an implying tone to his voice. I open my mouth only to shut it as the first thing that rushes to my mind is the night we encountered in Japan.

2005, Korakuen Hall, Tokyo, Japan. I was competing in an 18 person battle royal, and just 5 hours before my match, we came into contact. Well, more like I practically fell into his arms, tipsy.

The nerves were so high that day that the only solution I found was Jack and Jaegar. While I don't remember entirely everything, what I remember most was him actually drinking with me, straight from the bottle as I leaned on his shoulder.

As drunk as we got, we managed to have a meaningful conversation, all about wrestling. While he toyed with ideas of being baby face, I jokingly suggested he be the biggest brat imaginable, and the birth of Prince Devitt picked up from there.

"I don't recall anything."
I lie.

"Sure you don't."
Finn winks, his lips so close to my ear I nearly pass out as he brings up the past.

"You'll be a Prince, and I'll be a warrior Princess."

Finn chuckles as I just swallow my own saliva, glaring at him.

"Vibrant hair, fiery personality, puns for days, submission finisher, steampunk."

Finn smiles, toying with a strand of my hair as he lowers his eyes onto mine.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you may have come up with most of Prince Devitt, but I'm also more than 50/50 on the creation of Becky Lynch."

He whispers.

"You think you own me?" I hiss.
"You don't own me any more than I own you."
He says, his voice low and bordering on menacing.

I purse my lips, shaking my head at his audacity.

"You forgot one thing."
I say as he raises a brow.
"Is that so?"
He questions.

"Becky Lynch doesn't associate herself with demons."
"That's not what I last heard."

He quickly retaliates, hinting at my most painfully awkward interview that he once saved me from.

"Yeah well, last I heard,
you didn't want anything to do with me.
Look at how the tables have turned."

I say, sliding out the ring with a boiling mad head.

♢

"I'll always want you."

Fergal mouths as her hair swishes left and right, her back to him as she leaves the scene, taking his heart with her as showing his emotions in the ring is something he never plans on doing again.

In hopes that she'll take good care of his organ, Finn turns into what he must in order to bring his newly founded team into glory -- victories don't come easy, and if blood is easily shed, he doesn't mind getting his hands dirty.

AUTHOR'S NOTES

hey peeps! small recap: bulletclub is styles, aries, gallows, anderson, + charlotte.
bulletproof = nakamura, cole, galloway, finn, and bex.

i basically wanted to make a chapter in which personalities seem to swap, finn becoming a tad-bit more compassionate at one point but then ending at a completely different mind set + becky tapping into a darker state of mind and asking for destruction when she's never had a desire for it.

i hope you guys like this chapter + do you think finn + becky will swap demeanor's or will both join each other on the dark side?

x o , v i o l e t .