— The Next Night —

Again, we're at another house show in California. Shane said that he was so impressed by my mic skills and performance last night that he was going to give me my very own spotlight tonight in a new match. I would be going up against Paige all by myself.

I was already ready for my match as I waited behind the curtain after Paige's entrance. Then, AJ's music began to play and I made my way out to a huge choir of boos. I wouldn't expect anything less, honestly.

Once in the ring, I do what I did last time and use the ropes to pose. As I was doing so, however, I felt a sudden pain in my back and soon met the outside of the ring. That bitch just kicked me off the ropes! Once outside, I stood up and was speared by Paige into the barricade. Everybody ringside was chanting right in my ear, too.

So, then, she grabbed me by my pants and shoved me back into the ring. I crawled on my elbows towards the ropes to lift myself up. When I did and turn myself around, I was immediately greeted by Paige's big boot. She landed on me and tried to go for the pin, but I got my shoulder up right before two.

As she went to stand up, she grabbed me up by the hair to get me up, too. I tried hitting her in the stomach to escape, but she kept backing up to avoid them. Then, I felt her elbow nail into the spine in my back. Hard.

She surprisingly let me go, so I ended up going back to the ropes to lean on until I could stand up straight again from that hard hit to my spine. I fell on my back and clenched it, seeing the ref holding Paige back to come check on me. Paige tried looking over his body hovered over mine, but he kept her back.

She got to my feet and kicked them, making her fall to the ground. I pushed the ref off of me and jumped on Paige. I set her up for the Styles Clash and succeeded in doing so, which made the crowd boo me for faking an injury. Instead of pinning her immediately, I spun her useless body around and plugged her into the Calf Crusher.

She screamed for me to let her go and the crowd booed me to do so, too, but she ended up tapping out and the ref calling for the bell.

I let go of her and jumped up to have my hand raised by the ref. I asked for the mic and he gave it to me, dropping AJ's music, so I could speak.

"And here's another shining example of why I'm the best damn wrestler in the whole world!" I yelled into the microphone and the crowd instantly booed. "I walk into every wrestling company I've ever been in with all the strength and talent I've always had. Why you people boo me? I have no idea. I'm right and you're all wrong."

They began to chant: "Bullet Babe! Bullet Babe! Bullet Babe!" And that was enough for me to break character a little to smile and laugh.

"See? I'm the Bullet Babe," I pointed out and sighed. "And, well, you already know the past with myself and AJ. Oh, and even with Karl Anderson and Luke Gallows. We've been through hell together just to end up here in the end."

Then, they began to chant: "Bullet Club! Bullet Club! Bullet Club!"

"Maybe, but that's not the point," I huffed out and it got the crowd a little bit quieter. "My point is... Nothing is off-limits now that Anderson and Gallows are here with AJ and I now. My only advice is when you see us coming, you back down and run away while you still can. Now... Play AJ's music!"

Then, I dropped the mic on the mat with a huge thud. That's when they began to play AJ's music and I raised my arms up in the air like spreading my wings to fly, and even swayed my hips to the side. I soaked it all in until I went on backstage.

I was greeted by AJ, Karl, and Luke in a group hug. We were all talking and laughing until we were suddenly interrupted by a man calling my name. I spun around towards him and asked, "What?"

"Sorry to bother you, Miss Daria, but Shane McMahon needs to see you immediately in his office," the WWE Official informed me. "It's urgent."

"The fuck?" I whispered to the guys, glaring at the WWE Official.

AJ lightly pushed me behind him, waved his hand, and said to the guy, "Look, whatever it is, I'll come along with—"

"No, sorry, AJ, but Shane asked for only Britt," the man cut off AJ and stated. By the look on his face, he seriously meant every word. Shit! "If you will come with me, Britt, I'll take you to him."

I glanced over my shoulders at the guys and they were as confused as I was. Shit, what the fuck did I just do? Shane's about to fire me and send my ass packing back to Japan.

I nervously walked closely behind the man until he paused at a door – which meant that I had to stop behind him, too, of course. He nodded towards the door and I shooed him away.

I knocked on the door and heard Shane say inside to come on in. So, I pushed the door open and closed it behind me as soon as I had my two feet in. I noticed Shane had his iPhone to his ear and put his index finger up towards me, to signal that he needs a minute. I understood and stood back until he was done.

"Alright, alright," Shane said to whoever he was talking to on the phone and nodded frantically. "I got it. Yeah. Thanks, Steph. See you later. Alright, then. Bye." He pressed a button on his phone, locked it, and slid it in his jacket's front pocket. He smiled at me and clapped his hands together once. "Sorry about that, Britt."

Whoa, okay. So far, so good. "It's fine, Shane," I assured him with a fresh and nervous grin. "You wanted to see me?"

His face, especially his eyes, suddenly lit up. "Yes, Britt, I did," he confirmed, then signaled for the small table provided for this room. I took a seat and so did he in front of me. "I just seen what you did and said out there."

Fuck. I'm screwed. My eyes peeled open and I blurted out, "Look, Shane, I-I'm sorry. I, um... You wanted me to drop a pipe-bomb and I did. I guess? Did I do good? I mean, if I didn't, then I'm sorry. I—"

"Whoa, Britt, calm down," Shane cut me off and put his hands up in surrender. His smile said it all. "Look, you're not in trouble here."

Oh...? "Then, do you mind me asking why I am here if I didn't do anything wrong?" I was so nervous that I hadn't realized it until now how much I was sweating. I didn't want to get fired from my dream job here at WWE, after all.

"Britt, look," he sighed, trying to regain that same flame he once had within him. "The thing is, you did everything right out there."

"I, um... What?"

He chuckled and our eyes met. "I was just talking to Stephanie about you, Britt, and what you did out there with all of your success out there in the world combined," he began to explain to me little by little. "When I tell you this, Britt, I mean it..." Moment of silence, but here we go. "We have big plans for you now."

I blinked a few times as I could literally not only feel, but hear, my heart drop into the pit of my stomach. It was like hearing a pen drop in a dead quiet room. That was my heart right now. "Wait... What? What does that mean?"

Shane stood up for this and used hand signals to explain as well. "Picture it, Britt," he first said and I held my breath. "'The Bullet Babe' Eliza London being champion!" Champion?! "What I have planned for you is very unique. You'll be doing more interviews, in more matches, receiving more opportunities, and having much more needed on-air time to showcase your talent on live TV."

With that, I had to stand up, too. I could already feel the heat within my face return and the sweating had increased only because I was so damn happy and excited. "Are you serious?!"

"Dead serious," Shane countered me with a wink. "What you and the guys have is going great, by the way, but we gotta give you your own spotlight one of these days. Like, immediately, please."

Oh, my God. I couldn't really believe these magic words Shane were telling me, but I did in all the same sense.

"I also just talked to 'Stone Cold' Steve Austin," he informed me of and my heart melted like ice-cream in the hot summer heat, "and he said that he would love to talk to you in person. He suggested his famous podcast. You know about it, right?"

"Don't I ever!" I squealed, feeling such a sudden adrenaline rush.

"Well, he would love to know all about who the hell is 'The Bullet Babe' Eliza London," Shane excitedly said with his eyes lit up like Christmas decorations. "Not only that, but he wants to know the real Britt Daria."

"My God," I breathed out and placed a hand over my heart. I may just die. This could be the nail in the coffin for me, but here we fucking go, dude.

"But look, Britt," he paused and waited on my eyes to officially meet his, "you deserve this. You do know that, right?"

I nearly agreed with him until something stopped me. It was the tears I felt poking out of my eyes. They refused to be hidden, but I had to stay strong for Shane and until I get the hell out of here.

"Thank you, Shane," my voice croaked and I had to cough to avoid suspicious. "You don't understand how much this will ever mean to me. Thank you so very much. Really and truly, thank you."

"No problem, Britt," he smiled and placed a hand on my shoulder. He winked at me with that same old warm smile. "You got this. Now, you go on and I'll let you know more Monday."

"You got it," I nodded and headed for the door. I cracked it open, but paused to look back at Shane and say: "Thank you again." He smiled and I exited.

As soon as I closed the door, I was suddenly being pulled up into the air. When I looked down, I seen that AJ had his strong arms wrapped around my waist and was spinning me up around in the air. Luke and Karl were there, too, of course.

"Congrats, Britt!" Karl congratulated me and gave me a high-five. "We heard everything!"

Finally, AJ began to place me back on the ground where I can stand on my own two feet. I received a high-five from Luke, too, of course.

I turned back to AJ and he placed his hand on the back of my head, bringing me forward towards him. He kissed my forehead, then wrapped his arms around my neck and I pulled my arms around his back.

I smiled at my two other friends, but didn't forget about the guy hugging me right now, and just thought to myself: God, I got the bestest friends in the whole world right now and for the rest of my life till death do us part.

• So, instead of talking about the chapter that should speak for itself, I'm going to talk about the MITB PPV, alright? Soooo... About two weeks ago, I told everyone this: AMBROSE IS GOING TO WIN MITB. ROLLINS WINS BACK THE TITLE, WHICH MEANS REIGNS WILL LOSE IT. AFTER THE MATCH, AMBROSE IS GOING TO COME OUT AND CASH IN – WINNING THE TITLE *FINALLY* (AFTER 85 YEARS!!). THEN, THE NEXT NIGHT ON RAW, ROLLINS AND REIGNS WILL WANT THEIR REMATCH FOR THE TITLE. WHICH WILL RESOLVE IN SHANE COMING OUT TO TALK ABOUT IT. EVENTUALLY, IT WILL BE ANNOUNCED THAT THERE WILL BE A TRIPLE-THREAT BETWEEN FORMER SHIELD BROTHERS FOR THE TITLE! *I* fucking called it and it happened! Didn't it?! Yes, it did! Ask lyssaababeee — she'll tell you the truth! Anyways... I love Rollins (you know I do), but I FUCKING LOVE Dean Ambrose!!! I have supported him since before he was even Dean Ambrose. Back then, he was just Jon Moxley, but there's only a few things that haven't changed about him. 1) He's THE Champ! 2) His mic skills are sooooo on damn point! And... 3) He's still the best damn wrestler in this world (other than AJ...? Idk, sorry!?)! Dean Ambrose is YOUR champion. OUR champion. MY champion since day one. Thank you, Dean!!! 🙌🏻 All the love .xx •