_____My arrogance knows no bounds...

Killer heels resounde in front of the arena, hastily marching towards the parking lot. Two feminine silhouettes blend into the dimness, only things one could perceive are their brightful manes as the slight breeze move them beautifully.

Sputters break the uncomfortable silence of the night, hostile movements emphasizing their heated discussion.

❝ Charlotte never beat me. I deserve that spot at Wrestlemania and you should  be honoured you're even part of this alliance.❞ The child of the wild ones impetuously voices, recalling she hasn't reach the gold yet but never been properly pinned since her debut.

❝ Because Emma, this is nothing more than an alliance and at any giving moment, you could go back popping bubbles in the minor leagues.❞   Banks' gaze expresses nothing else but animosity and disgust as she feels insulted anyone would doubt her authority.

She made it clear from the very beginning, hers and Emma's coalition is far from being a friendship and if the mindgames' goddess has to break every single of her bones, enjoying her implorations to make her point across, she won't hesitate a damn second.

The blonde one indeed got threatened by the officials, this being her very last chance to make a statement.

Obviously nobody in the entire WWE's more fitting than Sasha Banks when it comes to statements as the Devil's daughter feeds off others' pain, misery and strives.

❝ You're right, you're the one who put me under the spotlight but it's quick to shift position around here.❞ Emma bluntly remarks, a vicious smile lighting up her face with a menacing aura. ❝ That crowd's heat you are getting is temporary. Trust me, I know something about it.❞

The Australian wrestler recalls how she's been misused once they finally decided to call her up, only using her as a place-holder to put over the likes of Paige, Brie Bella or even Cameron.

But those times are over. Emma's rise has officialy started and if it means she'll have to stain her fingers with a little bit of blood and guts, she won't mind it one bit.

They took away her hopes and dreams.

She'll take out each of their big names, golden tickets and supposedly crowd's favourites.

She should be in their position and it's time they return what they've stolen from her: the credit for the womens' wrestling revolution.

Unimpressed, both Banks and Emma lock their venemous stare into the others' determined eyes. Tension is rapidly rising and anger pouring in, neither of the women about to back off.

Until the same devious curve gets plastered to the side of their crimson's lips.

Until the same subtle nod is shared, sealing their unspoken agreement.

The Australian is quick to burst into laughters, known for being uncapable of playing her heelish character for a long period of time. While filming her backstage interviews seriousness would exude out of Emma before Tenille would take over, letting go of every ounce of anxiety she'd usually have when facing the cameras.

Emma still makes the difference between the character and the human being Tenille is.

On Banks' side, the limit between Sasha and the person she is on a daily basis blurs more and more as her whole life always revolved around becoming a wrestler. Now as she realized a huge part of her dream, incarnating this character every day of her life complexes things.

Though Mercedes and the baddest woman of the WWE are polar opposites, it seems like it's even worse to distinguish who she is anymore, not perfectly able to shift from one to the other.

As the two superstars cease working their chemistry for upcoming promos the sight of one ginger male hits the Boss loud and clear: she feels more comfortable playing Sasha Banks than being Mercedes.

❝ Zayn is riding with us tonight, hope it doesn't bother you ?❞ Emma's gentle tone barely reaches through the redheaded as she's completely lost under a wave of soft emotions and agreeable memories crashing onto her heart of stone.

Gruesome.

The sole view of his shy and innocent smile moves her so much there is no doubt the smallest of conversation would ultimately bring back the kind and caring old Mercedes. The same Banks fought so hard to erase.

Her efforts would be stomped over and her championship's hopes crushed.

If Sasha Banks is the remedy to get what she craved so badly to obtain her entire life, Sami Zayn is the poison in her veins, slowly spreading through her body and enfeebling her will.

The Boss agressively turns down Sami's proposition to get in, as even her is surprised of her reaction. She just never knows how important his influence on her feelings would be and no matter how hard she'll try to resist to him, to hold on to her emotionless facade, it'll always end up shattering into pieces.

The Canadian frowns excessively whilst Emma needs to physically push him out of his spot whilst Zayn remains perplexed at Banks' behavior, unsure to remember what he could have done wrong.

Once the usually beaming soul of NXT finally manages to get inside of the car his gaze never leaves her as if like her vision's hypnotic. Sami's stare is too sharp for her to handle and she tries her best to avoid meeting his eyes again and while the noise of the vehicle leaving the area echoes through her ears, a relief effortlessly is perceivable in her stand.

She fears the pureness of his heart, frightened that Sasha would stain it with her dreadful intentions and that Mercedes' golden heart would be resurrected.

Unfortunately, her relaxation is quick to vanish when Owens' voice resonates to the other end of her phone, shouting over his daughter's cries to explain he can't pick her up as he is riding with the whole family again, barely enough space in the car to handle all of them.

The agitated sea of messy emotions still discharge itself inside of Sasha's mind and perhaps this is the reason why she lets it consume herself entirely as she swallows her pride and makes one final, meaningful call.

❝ I can't believe I'm doing this.❞ The confused redheaded murmurs slowly, hoping on one side of her mind he won't pick it up. As the ringtone goes on and on, her expectations could happen to be meet.

❝ Allo ?❞ At the sound of his cold voice, Sasha breathes out heavily, positive this is the worst idea her sicked brain ever threw at her.

❝ Corey, I need you.❞ The words are pronounced with so much difficulty it almost feels like english isn't her first language as they're barely intelligible, merging with the quiet breeze of the night that sends shivers in her back.

No answer.

No irritated sigh.

No nothing.

And it's like a wrecking ball has been sent back into Mercedes' soul, unintentionally awaken by Zayn moments earlier.

❝ Where are you at ?❞ Graves finally mutters back lowly, almost as if he's breaking one of his own rules, seemingfully as abashed as Banks is.

When she chose to annihilate kindness and goodness from her tired entity, she pushed away a tad of people in the process. Corey and her lost touch almost a year back and haven't speak since then, as only Kevin and his odd ways creeped their way in.

He'd always hold on to her, no matter how badly in denial he actually is.

A tall man dressed up in a black suit slowly walks towards her fragile figure, clearly recognizable from the tattoos taking over his entire body. With his sleeves rolled up, one of the various painful pieces of art draws her attention immediately as she's extremely familiar with it.

The dead girl on his right arm, accompanied by one of his favourites saying "pretty girls make graves". He used to mess Sasha around a lot with it because he smelled from a mile away she was the type of girls that only bring troubles in your life because of their reckless habits.

Turns out he was right the entire time.

The intimidating dude stares at her up and down, scrutinising each part of her skin, acting as if her sole view makes him sick to his guts.

Like she deceived him on such a high level that looking into her depraved eyes is already too much to handle.

Banks' stare wanders left and right, uncapable of reading him just like she never could back in their NXT days, when he'd fix his fiery green eyes upon her aching body.

A thousands of questions smash her brain before everything go silent.

Sharp grip surrounds her shoulders as Graves is almost breaking her bones, his usual mocking tone bringing her to roll her eyes, suffocating inside of his muscular arms.

❝ Don't say anything, missed me ?❞ ❝ You're the one who fell in my neck.❞

Dark human beings embrace, reanimating in the process their tired hearts and broken souls.

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E L E N A ;

+ It's a filler but hopefully a decent one - I'm exhausted af so I kept it simple but will come back on it for proof reading & vocabulary addings.

+ Ya'll thought Emma&Sasha's relationship was already imploding ? Breaking Ground's inspiration right there (if anyone remembers the two persons who repeated their promos on their car, I'll love them for life)

+ I've always been fascinated by the limit between a character one plays and their actual personality so I'll explore my thoughts on that full force with Sasha!

+ Poor Sami being so kind all the time but go, go, go, Banks will only be mean af to you!

+ Corey popping out of nowhere, didn't see that coming did ya ? Resume = Corey is Seth's former BFF & one of Banks' well, can't really say friends because she's da Boss you know, but you got it.

What do you guys think it means for the group's history ?

love ya all guys xxx (look at Graves' face though, he's haute.)