Chapter 02.

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The moment I stepped into my Atlanta house with Trinity, the familiar scent of wood polish and a hint of cinnamon greeted me.

It was comforting, a reminder that this space was more than just a house—it was a home. I had always loved Atlanta and I felt lucky to have a place here among my other investments around the U.S.

As I walked through the door, I found Jon already there, surrounded by a few of his relatives. His warm smile lit up the room as I entered.

"Thing one and two are here," Jacob announced, his voice booming with a teasing lilt.

I rolled my eyes, unable to suppress a smile. "I swear you love pressing my buttons," I shot back, kissing my teeth in mock annoyance.

Jacob chuckled, his laughter infectious. "Because you get mad so fast; it's hilarious!" he said, shaking his head as if he couldn't understand my reactions.

"Keep it up, and I might just have to retaliate," I warned, crossing my arms playfully.

Jon chimed in, eager to steer the conversation. "What are you wearing for Bad Blood? Are we matching in red or blue?" His curiosity was genuine, and I could see the excitement in his eyes.

"I have outfits in both colors, but Nashira is wearing red," Trinity answered, stepping forward with a confident smile.

"Red it is, then!" Jon declared, the enthusiasm in his voice contagious. I could feel the energy of the upcoming event coursing through me. We were going to own that arena tonight, and I couldn't wait.

After a few more minutes of banter and catching up, the evening wore on. We settled into the cozy living room, swapping stories and laughter. Jon's relatives were lively and welcoming, and their energy blended seamlessly.

"Do you remember the time we almost missed our flight for WrestleMania?" Trinity asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

I laughed, nodding. "Don't remind me! I had just finished doing my hair and makeup, and we thought we had a full hour to get to the airport. Then we realized the traffic was insane!"

Jon chimed in, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "And I was just trying to keep it cool while you two were in a full-blown panic."

Trinity added, "You were the one who decided to stop for coffee!"

"Coffee is essential!" Jon shot back, defending his choice with a grin.

As the laughter echoed through the room, I felt a deep sense of gratitude. These moments were fleeting, but they were what life was all about—friends, family, and the love we shared for each other and the sport we cherished.

Eventually, the clock struck late, and I knew we had to call it a night. "Alright, early night for all of us," I declared, trying to sound authoritative. "We need to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for Bad Blood."

"Are you kidding? I could stay up all night with you guys!" Jacob protested, but the others nodded in agreement.

"Tomorrow is a big day," Jon reminded him, giving him a knowing look. "We can't have you passing out in the middle of the event."

"Fine, fine! I'll go!" Jacob exclaimed, following the rest of us as we began to disperse.

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The morning came quickly, sunlight filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. I jumped out of bed, adrenaline surging as I remembered what awaited us. Today was not just another event; it was a celebration of everything we had worked for.

After a quick shower, I pulled out my red outfit. It was bold and striking, perfectly complementing the vibrant spirit of the night. I dressed quickly, taking care to style my hair and apply my makeup with precision. As I stepped back to admire my reflection, I felt a rush of confidence. I was ready.

When I joined Jon and Trinity in the living room, I was greeted with nods of approval. "You look amazing!" Trinity said, her eyes bright with excitement.

"Just trying to keep up with you two," I replied, gesturing to her and Jon.

Jon grinned, adjusting his own outfit. "Red looks good on you, Nashira. You're going to steal the show tonight."

"Just trying to keep my game up," I teased, feeling the thrill of anticipation bubble beneath the surface.

We headed out, making our way to the arena. The drive was filled with chatter and laughter, the kind of light-hearted teasing that felt like home. I loved these moments before the chaos of the event—the calm before the storm, where everything felt possible.

Upon arriving at the State Farm Arena, I felt the weight of the atmosphere. Fans were already buzzing outside, wearing their favorite wrestler's merchandise and chanting names. It was surreal to think that I would soon be part of that world, part of the experience that brought so many people together.

As we entered the arena, I could hear the familiar sounds of people running. I loved this part—the backstage buzz, the camaraderie of the crew, and the energy that pulsed through the hallways.

"Let's check in with everyone before we get into our pre-show routine," Trinity suggested, leading the way toward the dressing area.

We greeted several crew members and fellow wrestlers, the excitement in the air thickening as we moved closer to showtime.

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The hum of excitement in the air was observable as I stood backstage at the State Farm Arena in Atlanta, Georgia.

My little sister, Ari, was here with me, which was a surprise. She wasn't exactly a wrestling fan, but her presence added a layer of warmth to the evening that I didn't know I needed.

Ari's wide eyes sparkled with curiosity as she took in the backstage chaos. I could see her stealing glances at Trinity, Bianca, and Jade, who were busy prepping for their hosting duties.

They looked stunning in their red outfits, radiating confidence and charisma.

"Look at them! They're like goddesses," Ari whispered, her voice filled with awe.

I chuckled. "You might just be more into this than you think."

As we settled into our seats, I caught sight of Trinity's brother-in-law, Joshua, rubbing his hands together with a mischievous glint in his eye. He leaned toward Ari and whispered something that made her giggle uncontrollably.

I shook my head, a grin spreading across my face. "What's going on over there?"

"Nothing!" Ari protested too quickly. I raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. She had always been good at hiding her crushes, but I could tell she was flustered.

"Alright now, you two cut it out," I said, trying to sound stern but failing miserably. "I'm tired of the giggles and shit."

"Your man here, make him make you giggle and shit," Ari teased, nudging Joshua playfully.

I rolled my eyes, feigning annoyance. "Kiss my ass, Ari."

Just then, Jon strolled over, an arm casually draping over my shoulder. "Don't worry, baby, I'm gonna make you giggle a lot tonight," he said with a smirk, the sparkle in his eyes sending a flutter through my stomach.

He was right—he always knew how to lighten the mood. But soon, he was off, hiding under the ring in preparation for his surprise return. I couldn't wait to see the crowd's reaction when he made his entrance.

As I watched the action unfold on the monitor, Samantha took the stage to sing "God Bless America." Her voice soared, filling the arena with a mix of pride and nostalgia.

The camera crew approached, asking for permission to film me. I hesitated, still occasionally forgetting my own status in the entertainment world. But I nodded, allowing them to capture the moment.

"Smile, Nashira!" one of the crew called out, and I managed a bright grin, trying to shake off the feeling of being a little out of place.

A moment later, Paul approached, asking for a picture. We snapped a quick shot, and he promptly posted it on Instagram, tagging me. Sometimes, I had to remind myself that I was famous, and nights like these brought that truth crashing back in waves.

As the camera crew moved on, I glanced back at Ari and Joshua, still giggling together. "You two are making it hard to focus," I said playfully.

They both shot me innocent looks that made me roll my eyes. "Seriously, save the giggles for later."

Soon enough, the event kicked off. Trinity, Jade, and Bianca stood in the ring, welcoming the crowd with energy that electrified the arena. They announced the first match—Hell in a Cell, a classic that always brought its share of drama. I cheered as CM Punk emerged victorious, the crowd erupting in applause. Ari looked slightly bewildered but still excited, caught up in the atmosphere.

After that match, we followed Joshua to the skybox to watch the next bout—Savelina versus Pamela.

The high-energy rivalry unfolded, but what really caught our attention was the teased cash-in from Tiffany Stratton. When Nia Jax defeated Bayley with her super Samoan Drop and the Annihilator, the arena erupted again. I glanced at Ari, who was fully engaged now, her earlier hesitation forgotten.

"See? This isn't so bad," I nudged her, laughing.

"Okay, fine! It's pretty fun," she admitted, a grin spreading across her face.

Hip hip celebrities and WWE legends in attendance were astounding: Quavo, Lil Baby, Goldberg, X-Pac, Arn Anderson, Tully Blanchard, Diamond Dallas Page, Killer Mike, Booker T, and Metro Boomin. The energy of the night seemed to amplify with each new face that popped up in the crowd.

The next match was a whirlwind, with Damian Priest facing off against the entirety of the Judgment Day. The tension built as Finn Balor attempted a rollup that led to a near fall. Every strike and counter was met with gasps from the audience, and the excitement was contagious. When Priest finally landed the South of Heaven to claim victory, the crowd exploded.

Then Triple H appeared, announcing that there were 16,092 fans present—WWE's 60th sellout of the year. He introduced a championship belt for the upcoming Crown Jewel, where the WWE World Champion and WWE Champion would face off. The stakes were high, and the anticipation was noticeable.

As Gunther interrupted, calling out Goldberg with a wave of bravado, the tension shifted. The crowd was on the edge of their seats as Sami Zayn charged in to attack Gunther, and the energy in the arena was electric.

When Dominik Mysterio and Liv Morgan arrived in Dom's famed low rider, it was met with cheers and laughter. But when Dom was thrown into the cage, it quickly turned serious. The match played out with Rhea Ripley showcasing her strength, but Liv managed to turn the tide momentarily with her new move, the Homewrecker. I laughed to myself at the name, imagining the backstage discussions that must have happened to come up with it.

As the match continued, Raquel Rodriguez's return added another layer of chaos, leading to a disqualification that had the audience groaning. The night was filled with surprises, and I was living for every moment.

Finally, as the main event drew near, Ari and I found ourselves ringside, the excitement in the air thick enough to cut with a knife. Cody Rhodes made his entrance with the University of Arkansas, Pine Bluff marching band, and the crowd roared. The ambiance was something else entirely, and I could feel every beat of the music resonating within me.

When Joe made his entrance, accompanied by a full orchestra, I was utterly mesmerized. The grandeur of it all was a reminder of why I loved wrestling—the artistry, the spectacle, and the connection it forged with the audience.

Cody and Joe faced off against The Bloodline, and when Jon returned, the arena erupted. I was on my feet, screaming for him, recording the moment to relive later. It was pure adrenaline, watching him help Joe and Cody secure the victory.

As the show concluded, Dwayne's surprise appearance sent waves of excitement through the crowd once more, and I couldn't believe how the night had unfolded.

Afterward, the family gathered to celebrate over dinner, laughter filling the air as we recounted our favorite moments of the evening.

Later that night, a small group—Jon, Trinity, Ari, Joshua, and a few others—headed out for my club appearance. I felt a rush of gratitude as I looked around at the people I cared about most, the family we'd built in this wild world.

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Nashira's hips undulated again, rolling and arching up into Trinity's skilled touch as Trinity's fingers delved deeper and faster into her slick, needy folds.

Trinity held her tight, a firm grip on Nashira's trembling thigh, watching with rapt fascination as the waves of pleasure washed over her. Nashira's entire body quivered, hips and thighs trembling uncontrollably as Trinity's relentless pace brought her swiftly to the edge.

Trinity smirked, knowing that Nashira was falling apart for a second time on her talented hand. Finally, when Nashira's muscles had gone lax and the last tremor had passed through her, Trinity gently withdrew her fingers, leaning in to press a tender, lingering kiss to Nashira's swollen, parted lips.

But their respite was short-lived. "Nah, no breaks," Jon said in a low, rumbling growl, slowly pushing his thick, rigid length into Nashira's still-quivering core.

Nashira's eyes flew wide, a gasp tearing from her throat at the sensation of being so thoroughly filled. The more Jon fucked into her, the louder and more wanton her cries became, his powerful thrusts stoking the flames of her arousal higher and higher.

Nashira felt completely and utterly possessed, her body singing with unbridled ecstasy as Jon claimed her over and over.

Trinity, ever the attentive and skilled lover, took turns kissing and caressing both Nashira and Jon, their mouths meeting in passionate, searing embraces. Nashira arched into Trinity's touch, keening softly as nimble fingers traced the curves of her breasts, teasing and toying with her sensitive, pebbled nipples.

Then Trinity's lush, plump lips closed around one aching peak, sucking and swirling their tongue in a way that had Nashira's back bowing off the bed, her cries of pleasure echoing through the room.

The air was thick with the sounds of their lovemaking - the slick, squelching slide of Jon's cock plunging into Nashira's dripping, quivering pussy, the wet suction of Trinity's mouth on her breast, the grunts and moans and gasps that spilled from all three of their mouths.

Nashira was utterly lost in the sensations, her world narrowing down to the relentless, pounding rhythm of Jon's hips, the exquisite pressure and suction of Trinity's lips, and the heady scent of sex and sweat and arousal that permeated the air.

She could feel the familiar tightening, the coiling tension low in her belly that signaled her impending orgasm. Her inner muscles fluttered and clenched around Jon's thick shaft, urging him deeper, harder, faster.

Nashira's eyes rolled back in her head, a long, keening wail tearing from her throat as the pleasure crested, washing over her in crashing waves. Her body arched and convulsed, hips bucking wildly as her climax overtook her.

Jon's pace grew erratic, his grunts and curses mingling with Nashira's cries as he chased his own release. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, spilling his seed deep within Nashira's quivering, pulsing depths. Nashira's oversensitive walls fluttered and clenched around him, milking every last drop as her soaked, swollen pussy slowly unclenched.

For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were their ragged, panting breaths, the air thick with the heady scent of their lovemaking. Nashira felt utterly spent, her limbs heavy and trembling, every nerve ending alight with lingering ecstasy.

Trinity pressed soft, soothing kisses to her flushed, damp skin, murmuring words of praise and adoration. Nashira basked in the attention, a languid smile curving her lips.

But their respite was all too brief. Once their breathing had evened out, the three of them rose from the bed, heading for the shower. Nashira relished the feel of the warm water cascading over her body, soothing her well-used muscles.

Trinity and Jon flanked her, their nimble hands caressing and exploring, soaping and rinsing her skin with tender, reverent touches. Nashira sighed in blissful contentment, leaning back against Trinity's solid form as Jon knelt before her, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive insides of her thighs.

The sensation of their mouths and hands on her sent sparks of renewed arousal zinging through Nashira's nerves, and she found herself growing pliant and needy once more under their attentions.

Trinity's fingers danced along the curve of her waist, tracing tantalizing patterns on her damp skin, while Jon's tongue delved into her folds, lapping and sucking at her sensitive flesh. Nashira's hips rocked in time with their ministrations, a litany of breathless moans and whimpers falling from her lips.

Just when she thought she might unravel completely, Trinity and Jon changed the pace, their touches turning more purposeful and focused. They guided her out of the shower, toweling her off with meticulous care before leading her back to the bed. Nashira went willingly, her body thrumming with anticipation.

Trinity positioned themself at the head of the bed, pulling Nashira into their lap, while Jon settled between her spread thighs.

Nashira's breath caught in her throat as Jon slowly sank into her once more, the stretch and fullness stealing the air from her lungs. Trinity's hands roamed her torso, cupping and kneading her breasts, teasing and pinching her nipples until Nashira was arching and writhing in their hold. Jon's pace was maddeningly unhurried, his hips rolling in a steady, undulating rhythm that had Nashira keening and panting.

Trinity's mouth found hers in a deep, claiming kiss, swallowing her cries of pleasure as Jon's thrusts grew more forceful. Nashira felt utterly surrounded, enveloped in a cocoon of sensation as her lovers lavished attention on every inch of her body.

The coil of tension in her belly tightened with each passing moment, her muscles fluttering and clenching around Jon's cock in a desperate bid for release.

When the dam finally broke, Nashira's orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, stealing the breath from her lungs and shattering her world into a kaleidoscope of sensation. Her body convulsed and shuddered, inner walls pulsing and fluttering around Jon's thrusts.

Trinity held her close, murmuring words of praise and adoration as Nashira rode out the aftershocks, her cries of ecstasy echoing off the walls.

Spent and sated, the three of them collapsed in a tangle of limbs, hearts pounding and skin glistening with sweat. Nashira felt utterly boneless, her mind blissfully empty save for the lingering haze of pleasure.

She had no idea how long they lay there, basking in the afterglow, but eventually, they stirred, exchanging lazy, languid kisses before reluctantly rousing themselves for another round.