The excitement of his victory against Austin Theory had barely faded when Y/N walked back into the locker room, his heart still racing from the adrenaline. He was trying to keep his composure, but he couldn't ignore the growing awareness that something had changed. He had not just won his match—he'd made a statement. And yet, the one thing he couldn't shake was the thought of Scarlett.

As he unwrapped his wrist tape and wiped the sweat from his forehead, he found himself glancing toward the entrance of the locker room. His match had gone well, but what kept replaying in his mind was the way Scarlett had looked at him after the bell rang. Her gaze had been proud, but it was something more than that. Something deeper.

His thoughts were interrupted when the door creaked open, and Scarlett walked in. The familiar sound of her heels echoed through the locker room, and Y/N turned to face her. There she was—blonde, confident, alluring as always. She didn't need to say a word for Y/N to feel the pull of her presence. She was everything he had expected and more, her sultry aura an almost tangible force that made his pulse quicken.

"Impressive, Y/N," Scarlett said, her voice smooth, yet laced with an edge that made it clear she wasn't just giving him a casual compliment. She walked toward him slowly, deliberately, as if savoring the moment. She was dressed casually—tight jeans, a form-fitting shirt, and a leather jacket that added to her already commanding presence. "I've got to admit, I wasn't sure if you had it in you to pull off a win like that tonight. But you proved me wrong."

Y/N couldn't help but grin at her words. It felt like an unspoken challenge, one he was eager to accept. "I'm glad I could surprise you."

"Oh, you did more than that," Scarlett said, her lips curling into a knowing smile. She stood a little too close now, her body language almost predatory in its confidence. She tilted her head, studying him for a moment, as if contemplating something. "You know, I've been thinking..."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, feeling the weight of her gaze settle on him. "Thinking about what?"

Scarlett's eyes sparkled with mischief. "About what's next for you, for us. You've got talent, Y/N. You've got a fire that not many here can match. But fire alone isn't enough in this business. You need guidance. You need someone who can help you rise faster, someone who can take you to the next level."

Y/N felt a pulse of interest shoot through him. He'd heard whispers about how Scarlett had a unique way of getting results—not just in the ring, but outside of it, too. She was a force to be reckoned with, and if anyone knew how to climb the ranks in WWE, it was her.

"I'm listening," Y/N said, his voice steady, but his mind racing with possibilities.

Scarlett smiled at him, her expression softening for just a moment before it hardened again. "You've got the drive. But you need to be more than just a competitor. You need to make your presence felt. You need to become a name people can't ignore."

Y/N couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought. "And how do you suggest I do that?"

Scarlett leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a low whisper. "That's where I come in. I can show you the ropes, help you shape your persona, your image. Together, we can make you unforgettable. But it's not just about physicality, Y/N. It's about strategy, about being smarter than your opponents. It's about knowing when to fight and when to let the world fight for you."

Y/N could feel her words sinking in. He knew she was right—there was so much more to WWE than what happened in the ring. It was about creating a legacy, something that would outlast the fleeting victories. He had the talent, but it was clear that Scarlett had something he didn't yet fully understand. She had an undeniable power—an allure that transcended the ring.

The silence that followed between them felt charged, as if something unspoken was hanging in the air. Scarlett's gaze held him captive, and for the first time, Y/N found himself uncertain of what to say next. He had come into WWE with a singular goal: to prove that he belonged. But now, with Scarlett offering to guide him, his ambition seemed to stretch further, to something bigger, something more dangerous.

Later – The Parking Lot

After the show wrapped up and the crew began to clear the arena, Y/N found himself in the parking lot, walking toward his car. His mind was still racing. Scarlett's offer had been lingering in his thoughts, and he couldn't shake the feeling that tonight was a turning point. He'd gone from just another wrestler trying to make his mark to someone with a real opportunity to rise above the competition—if he played his cards right.

As he approached his car, he saw Scarlett standing next to her own vehicle, leaning casually against the hood. Her arms were crossed, and she was gazing up at the stars, looking every bit the enigmatic figure he had come to admire. The moment she saw him, she smiled that familiar smile—the one that made his pulse quicken.

"Y/N," she greeted him, her tone smooth and inviting. "I've been thinking about what we talked about earlier. And I think it's time to take things to the next level. You're ready for it. But are you ready for me?"

Y/N paused for a moment, considering her words. He had thought about it all night—about her, about what they could become together, both in the ring and outside of it. He could feel the allure of her offer pulling him in, the potential for something much bigger than just his own ambitions.

He nodded slowly, his voice steady. "I'm ready, Scarlett. Show me what you've got."

A knowing smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she pushed off the car and walked toward him. "You won't regret it, Y/N. This is just the beginning."

The chemistry between them was palpable, and as Scarlett got closer, the tension in the air grew even thicker. Y/N's heart raced as he took a step forward, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Scarlett had a way of making him feel like he was always on the edge of something—something dangerous, something thrilling.

As they stood in the parking lot, just the two of them, the world around them seemed to fall away. There were no crowds, no cameras—just Scarlett and Y/N, each sensing the potential of what could be.

"I think we're going to make a great team," Y/N said, his voice steady but filled with conviction.

Scarlett's smile was sly, full of that trademark confidence. "Oh, I know we will. You just have to trust me, Y/N. And once you do, there's no limit to how far we can go."

The Morning After

The next morning, Y/N woke up with a feeling of purpose. He had barely slept, his mind still buzzing from the conversations with Scarlett, from the fire she had ignited within him. It was clear now—he wasn't just fighting to make it in WWE. He was fighting for something more. Something bigger.

He grabbed his phone to check his messages, and as soon as he unlocked it, he saw a message from Scarlett. His heart skipped a beat as he opened it.

Scarlett Bordeaux
You've got potential, Y/N. Let me show you just how far you can go. Meet me at the gym at noon. Don't be late. Trust me, you won't want to miss this.

The message sent a thrill through his veins. Scarlett had always been unpredictable, but this time, it felt different—this wasn't just about training. This was about something more, something he couldn't quite define but knew he had to be a part of.

He quickly replied, a simple message that carried all his anticipation.

Y/N
I'll be there. Let's make it count.

The game had changed, and Scarlett was the one leading him into uncharted territory. And for the first time, Y/N felt like he was exactly where he was supposed to be.