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Ellie: Hey, y'all, I—

Triple H (bursting through through the door like the Kool-Aid Man again): DON'T. YOU. DARE.

Ellie: What? I was just going to say—

Triple H: DON'T YOU SAY A WORD, ELLIE! DON'T YOU DO IT!

Ellie: I—

Triple H: Ellie, I will fire your ass in a heartbeat!

Ellie: WHY?!

Triple H: Because, DAMMIT, Bamagalforever promised ME that I could do it this week instead of you!

Ellie: Ugh! Fine! Fuck it! Go!

Triple H (grinning): That's right! *turns to straighten himself up, getting all close and personal* Bamagalforever doesn't own the WWE or their wrestlers, past or present, only Ellie.

Lillie (just like Hunter, she bursts through the doors like the Kool-Aid Man): And amoresputa owns me!!! 😁

Triple H: Oh, yeah, y'all... Guess what?!

Ellie & Lillie: What?

Triple H: Bamagalforever wanted me to tell y'all and the wonderful readers out there that some Legends and current Superstars will be making a return soon, but she wants to know WHO should come back!

Ellie: Options, Trip. We need our options!

Triple H: Oh, yeah! Right! Well, you guys can go here to vote in a real poll (and you don't even have to be a member to vote!) —» https://www.quotev.com/quiz/8835418/Burning-Passion-The-Return

Ellie: Fine, alright. That's cool! Now, let's get on with the story...

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"Mommy! Mommy, look! Look who it is!" I screamed from our living room where I sitting directly in front of the old TV there. When she didn't come in, I said again: "Mommy!!"

"Alright, alright," she groaned from the kitchen, but she came in the living room, anyways. She stood behind me with her hands on her hips from being tired after at work all day. "What is it, El?"

I pointed frantically at the TV while jumping up and down. "It's my favorite, Mommy!"

"Who is that, Ellie?" Bless her heart, she didn't know any wrestler whatsoever. Even if I were to personally bring them here to our small apartment, she still wouldn't know.

"Mommy... That's Sting!"

"Oh, the wrestler?" She sighed, eyeing the man on the screen. A matter of fact, she took a seat on the couch way behind me and watched what was currently happening on WCW.

Sting was facing off against the NWO trio, which consisted of "Hollywood" Hulk Hogan, Scott Hall, and Kevin Nash. They were having their usual intense stand-off, which seemed to interest my non-wrestling fan mother.

"Hey, Ellie, you know how you're always asking me who your father is?" Mommy suddenly asked aloud. My nine-year-old self nodded frantically, awaiting the answer to all of my questions. "It's Sting. Not the wrestler... The, uh... The singer."

"The singer?" I squeaked out in question, glancing back at the TV and at her again.

"Yeah," she said, standing up again. "Look him up."

When she started walking back to the kitchen, I was still left in a stage of confusion. "But, Mommy, how? We don't have Internet!"

That specific flashback always takes me back. It takes me all the way back to the good old days of just my mother and myself, and nobody else. Well, and wrestling.

"Uh, Ellie?" I heard someone say and I looked up to see Lillie standing there. "They just called you over the intercom to go to Triple H and Stephanie's office."

"Oh," I squeaked out, feeling a little uneasy now. "Okay. Thanks. Be back soon."

"Well, I would wait around for you, but I have to go get ready for my match," she smiled and stood up. "But I'll see you around afterwards, El. Bye!"

"Bye and good luck," I called after her as I stood up, too.

I started to walk down the hallway, going straight to Steph and Trip's office, all while having the uneasy feeling that someone was following me. I shrugged it off and kept walking, but kept my guard up and ready to go at the snap of a finger.

However, I made it to their office without being attacked or whatever, so I went on in and faced the Power Couple of ALL Power Couples.

"Hey, Ellie," Steph said ever so nicely to me while Triple H stood closely behind her. "Come on in and take a seat."

I did as I was told and took a seat in front of their desk. They both decided to take a seat on each edge of the desk, instead of in an actual chair.

"So, Ellie, how's everything going with Seth Rollins?" Triple H asked, tensing up. Most likely because Seth was his shining boy.

I nodded and replied, "We're actually getting along quite fine, to be honest. Well, at the moment, that is."

"That's good," they both said in unison with an equal nod of the head.

Steph clapped her hands together and stood up next to her desk. "Well, Ellie, I'm glad to hear that because," she paused to make eye contact with me, "you and Seth, to make this storyline believable, actually need to kiss instead of your usual holding hands and hugging. Understand where I'm going with this, hun?"

I gulped down a huge and bitter pill, but I just nodded in understanding. I understood where she was coming from with this, considering the fact that I am, in fact, in this on-screen love relationship. I didn't want to kiss Seth, though, and I didn't want him to do the same, either. We just started to get along and I'm sure a fucking kiss will ruin whatever we had brewing.

"Sure, Steph. I understand," I agreed aloud, nodding.

"And, Ellie," she continued, leaning up, "between us girls, I understand if you don't want to, but it's kind of mandatory at this point. Alright? Could you do this for us, please?"

"Yes, ma'am," I sighed, confidently. "When should we—"

Suddenly, the door came flying open and Charlotte appeared. "Steph! Hunter!"

Triple H stood up now and asked, "What is it, Charlotte?"

"It's Lillie!" What the hell about Lillie?! "Sasha is attacking her right now while she was in a match against Alicia Fox! It's gotten way out of hand!"

"Thank you, Charlotte, for telling us," Steph said and that's when I stood up in worry. "Alright, Ellie, go help your friend while we go get some security out there!"

I nodded, going to do exactly what I was told to do. She didn't have to tell me twice as I ran down the hallway into the gorilla, ready to go out of the curtain.

Wearing what I had on, I ran out and the WWE Universe cheered, for once towards me, as I ran into that ring and was immediately put down by Sasha Banks, who kept wailing on me. I tried to get out of this angle with her, but she wasn't budging. I have to admit, she was really hurting me with real hits and kicks.

Finally, she was being dragged off of me as I seen Lillie going off on her, showing no mercy towards her whatsoever. About the time I had finally gotten up to take Sasha down, security showed up and tried to separate us.

I noticed Lillie hanging by the ropes, trying to catch her break, and holding her knee in pain. That's when I fucking lost it.

I threw and pushed security out of my way to get to Sasha and succeeded into grabbing her up and putting her in my submission move – which is also Brock Lesnar's own move – the Kimura Lock. She struggled to get out of it while security tried to stop me, but I wasn't about to.

"Let go of her!" One security man demanded.

"Fuck off!" I barked at them, gripping her wrist tighter. "She's dead for what she did to Lillie!"

"Scarlett, let go of Sasha Banks," I heard Stephanie yell into the microphone. "She heard your friend, but security is here now to take care of it. Let go of her. Now!"

With that said, I did as I was told and let go of her. I let security separate us and Stephanie entered into the middle. "I see that tensions are running high with everyone this week," she announced, without Triple H by her side. "Lillie, honey, go backstage and get checked out by the doctor."

Lillie nodded and hobbled out of the ring with a referee on both of her sides. I wanted to know what the hell happened out here and if it was supposed to happen or not.

"Now, because of you, Sasha Banks, you ruined a perfectly good match between Lillie Luna and Alicia Fox," Stephanie continued her speech. "Well, in that case... Sasha, you just signed yourself up for a match this evening. I was going to let you, the champ, rest up tonight. Now, however, you're going be facing 'The Dark Angel' Scarlett Knight!"

The crowd became unleashed while Sasha shrugged it off, believing this to be like any other match she's ever had. Heel Sasha has no goddamn mercy these days.

"Oh, and, Sasha," Steph squeaked out, turning to smile evilly at her, "if you lose this match to Scarlett, you won't have to just worry about Lillie. You'll have to face Scarlett, too! Good luck, ladies!"

When she left the ring, the only referee left rang the bell and the match started. However, we didn't go at each other immediately. We just stood there in two separate corners, awaiting for one another to do something. Neither of us did as the referee came to the both of us, asking if we were okay.

I went to the middle and Sasha did the same, meeting me there. We faced off, staring deeply into each other's eyes. This match had started at least a minute ago and fans were anxious for more.

Alas, Sasha raised her right hand and sharply slapped me across my face. That earned a mixed reaction from the crowd. So, then, I took the time she used up to gloat and be all in my face about it, and speared her down to the ground. We rolled around in the ring in a big ball until the referee had to separate us again.

Once we were both back in our feet, we just started nailing each other with hits and kicks, hoping to wear down each other at some point. We showed no mercy whatsoever towards each other.

I didn't want to take away Lillie's long awaited opportunity for the Women's Championship, but I wasn't about to lose this match to Sasha, either. I could only hope that Lillie seen it that way, too, as she was watching backstage.

We got me down to kneel as she kicked me violently in the chest over and over again until I fell forward. She quickly went for the pin and only got a two-count.

She grabbed me by the hair and dragged me upwards to face her. As she tried to kick me again in the chest, I held my hands up and blocked them. I pulled her legs up and crashed in between them on the ground, hitting her some more.

Finally, I grabbed her up and gave her my signature move, Codebreaker (adopted by Chris Jericho), and she went down. Instead of going to pin her, I decided to do the same as before and put her into the Kimura Lock, begging her to tap out.

She screamed and tried to crawl out of it, but to no prevail because there was no getting out of this. Alas, she started to tap out and the ref called for the bell.

I hobbled up with the ref holding my hand up in victory. This only meant that I was now the second contender for the title, since Lillie is the official first contender? I honestly have no idea how that works, but I'm sure we'll figure it out real soon.