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Yandere!Undisputed Era: Bittersweet Reunion

author’s note: this is part two so please read part one. anyway, i’m sorry for taking a really long time to upload this part. i didn’t have any creative juices flowing so i struggled writing something but here in NZ, nearly 1AM, i decided to write whatever i thought of and came up with this!

i allowed my fingers to type away and it transformed into this which... ngl, i’m pretty proud of and i have to thank you all for being so patient with me and my creative blocks, the sappy quotes i read on pinterest and the music i listened to while writing this.

anyways, please enjoy and hope you’re all keeping safe! this is part two, please read part one before reading this~!

pov: you escaped despite using drastic measures but… that doesn’t mean it’ll last forever.

warning: this story contains strong use of violence and cursing. if you feel uncomfortable with themes of stalkers/stalking, violence, obsession, yandere aus, manipulation, torture etc or mentions of blood, killing, death, torture, kidnapping, suicide or anything similar please DO NOT read this story!

this story does NOT depict the true personas/characteristics of Adam Cole, Kyle O’Reilly, Roderick Strong and Bobby Fish. this story is 100% a work of fiction and any similarities discovered is a PURE COINCIDENCE. this story is meant for entertainment purposes only. if you feel unsure about anything written in this story, please PM me.

Previously...

The locker room was clear… maybe you were really hallucinating. You sighed, relieved but that feeling diminished when a taunting voice interrupted your thoughts.

“Hello Y/N, sweetheart.”

Now Continuing...

Your body froze. It couldn’t be... that’s impossible, right?! RIGHT?!?

Doing a slow pivot, you were face-to-face with “your fans”. But, you knew it was them under all that merch - you’d recognized those devious grins anywhere. Those cheshire cat grins, brainstorming all the torture they’d inflict on you for 10 years worth of lies. Eyes raking in the body they all desperately missed.

“Hello Y/N, long time no see huh?” Kyle says, approaching me. You refused to let them intimidate you and repressed the tears, taking deep breaths to calm yourself down before glaring back with cold eyes.

You spent your whole life afraid of them, allowing them to use their power to torment you. Well, not anymore.

Kyle caressed your cheek, savoring the feeling he missed. You clenched your fist, fighting back a reaction. No! You weren’t going to give them the satisfaction. Your reaction did surprise them but it only amused them even more - they were going to break you. Like they usually did.

His hand trailed down your face to your chest, admiring how your top hugged your breast - keeping them secure while also emphasizing them. Knowing how special Wrestlemania was, you got this outfit custom-made and it was different from what you’ve ever worn.

“Ten years...” Kyle muses. “Ten years of us believing you died. Ten years of us mourning over you. Ten years, Y/N. Ten fucking years.” he says, holding back his anger as tears glossed his eyes.

Awww, did they suffer? How terrible.

You couldn’t help but relish in their pain. Watching them talk about how much they suffered during these ten years - that’s right you fuckers, it doesn’t feel nice. “But...” Roderick says and without knowing, your breath hitched. The question which you’ve desperately craved an answer for was finally going to be answered.

How did they find out?

A million possibilities raced through your mind. Did someone snitch? Did they see you on TV by a pure coincidence? Did they force it out of someone? Did they see a post of you on social media? A media article? A billboard advertising a WWE PPV? The UUDD Youtube channel? WHAT?!?

Roderick walks closer, his grin growing wider with every step. “But... imagine our surprise when we saw you in Los Angeles. Out in public.” you freeze, stunned by his words. They ran into you by accident in public and you didn’t even see them?

“Of course, we thought we were hallucinating but Bobby pointed out a distinct detail that immediately identified to us that it was you.” Roderick grabs your wrist and points to the tattoo you got honoring your friendship with them back before you found out about their ‘yandere’ side.

You immediately curse your past self. It takes everything to not give them a reaction - gritting your teeth and clenching your fist so hard they turn white. They could tell that you were trying so hard to not break and it amused them. You were always a stubborn one - a little firecracker, which they enjoyed.

“That’s when we decided to do some investigating... to confirm this theory. So... we ‘interviewed’ some people and gathered data.” Bobby reveals a file, brimming with the so-called data. Inside it contained everything from ten years ago... some data going back even further.

The data gathered showed your well-thought-out plan. Every detail was covered. Every possible situation had back-up plans of back-up plans. It amused them how much work you put into this. You were always a smart one, thinking before doing something. That mixed with your firecracker personality made you interesting... different from others.

“And that’s how we found out. How we found out you lied to us. Used our biggest fear against us.” he states, gripping the file so hard it was scrunching in his hand. You could only imagine how they felt during that discovery. The anger, hurt, sadness and probable joy they felt.

You couldn’t believe it. They were playing the victim as if they never did these things to you. Like they didn’t create scars you’d never heal from. The reason you couldn’t trust men anymore or be left alone. The reason you’re still experiencing trauma despite receiving help. The sole reason your life was complete hell for over ten years.

Adam shakes his head, “So... with some help, we found out your schedule and made plans accordingly. Of course, you were smart enough to have us banned from all WWE events so we had to be careful.” he says, gesturing to the disguises they donned.

He steps forward, gripping your face and harshly squishing your cheeks. “We found you. All this work you put into avoiding us may have worked temporarily but in the end, you were the one who screwed yourself over.” he grins mockingly.

“You have no one to blame but yourself, sweetheart.” he declares.

You wanted to cry because no matter how much you wanted to deny it... he was right. If you never got that tattoo, you would have never been caught. If you never went out because you were bored and stayed inside your hotel room, playing video games on your Switch, they would have never spotted you.

And you would still be a free woman. And your match at Wrestlemania would have gone much better.

Using your strength, you pushed them back. “You act like you’re the victims. Like you haven’t been the sole reason I hated my life. Like you weren’t the ones who created scars I will never heal from - no matter how much therapy I receive. The trauma I’ll never recover from, the nightmares I have and the reason I have severe trust issues.” you exploded.

Over ten years of pent-up anger finally being released. “You are the reason I lost my self-confidence. The affirmation I am pretty and worthy - destroyed and irreparable. I lost everything because of you and your greedy desires. You will forever haunt my life and the worst thing is.... there’s nothing I can do about it. So yeah! Watching you suffer like I did feels fan-fucking-tastic! Hearing you be in pain is music to my damn ears! The tears that roll down your faces as you think about the pain gives me satisfaction. I’m happy I’m the cause of your pain because now you know what it feels like to feel so low... you don’t even want to be alive. So, I hope you enjoy it cause it ain’t ending anytime soon!”

The words fall from your mouth. You don’t even register half the things you’ve spewed out. It’s only till Roderick throws you against the wall, eyes full of rage and their grip on you dangerously tight - do you come back to reality. They look ready to torture so bad... you might just die for real.

“Looks like someone needs to be taught who’s boss, isn’t that right boys?” Kyle says, earning hums from the others. I squeeze my eyes shut, fighting back the tears ready to betray me. Mustering up all my energy and strength, I knee Roderick hard in his area and he lets go, nursing his pain.

I wasn’t going to be their toy anymore. For too long have I let them use their power and strength to intimidate me... not today, not ever. I will fight my way out of this - even if it kills me. I will go down kicking and screaming.

“I already know who’s boss,” I say, panting and trying to recapture my breath. They look stunned by my act of defiance - usually, I’d surrender right then and there... but I’ve changed. I’m not the same person I was ten years ago. Despite the pain, I’ve become stronger and feistier.

This firecracker’s now a firework, ready to go off.

Picking up a nearby makeshift weapon (your belt), you grip it tightly and get into a fighting stance - ready to defend yourself. “And it’s me. I’m the boss of myself. Not you. I control my life, not you. You will no longer be someone who thinks they can control me. Not anymore. This is my life and I will fight for it - even if I die. I will no longer be intimidated by you. I will no longer allow you to dictate my life. You are no more than someone who deserves to rot in hell. And trust me when I say, I might even take you there myself so bring it on.” you declare, eyes full of determination.

This reaction makes them laugh, unable to fathom this new sense of bravery. But once you whiplashed Kyle using your belt, hitting him multiple times until he was bleeding, did they realize how serious you were. Blocking an incoming attack from Bobby, you kick his abdomen and punch his face, sending him stumbling into some trash bins.

Roderick landed a hit on your stomach making you stumble. You stunned him by slapping his face using your belt buckle which left a cut and pushed him into the corner with Bobby - continuously whiplashing them both until their faces were covered in cuts.

Adam tried a sneak attack but you dodged it. Standing on the bench, you launch yourself at him and perfectly execute a Panama Sunrise, leaving him withering on the floor. Using your belt, you locked Kyle in a chokehold - choking him with your belt.

Bobby tried attacking from behind but missed and instead hit Adam. You took this opportunity to sweep him from under and wrapped the belt around his jaw - locking him in a chokehold with Kyle. Once they had passed out, you set your sights on Roderick who was recovering and you grab him, suplexing him onto Adam.

Sure, they had landed some hits on you but you dominated this battle. Panting, you survey the damage and grin, wiping the blood coming from your lip before gathering your belongings.

“And that... undisputed,” you whispered to their unconscious selves before leaving - calling security to escort these intruders out. You know that they’d be back for revenge and you were ready for them.

The bruises which marked your hands didn’t make you whimper but made you happy - knowing you stood up for yourself and came out as the victor. Revving the car engine, you peel away and drive back to the hotel with newfound strength and pride.

You weren’t going to be their bitch anymore. You weren’t going to let them control you anymore. You were going to fight for your rights and fight for your freedom.

You were doing this for everyone that helped you but most importantly, you were doing this for your past self that never thought she’d get out of that nightmare. Believing she’d be trapped in the clutches of actual demons forever.

With a teary smile, you realized that during these years apart that you’ve grown into someone you can finally be proud of. Someone who you could only dream about becoming all those years ago - someone that they’d laugh at, taunting and mocking you - firmly believing you’d never become that.

Well, guess what, revenge is sweet. It’s pretty darn sweet.

“her revenge wasn’t loud, petty or nasty. her revenge was silent because growth cannot be heard so keep watering yourself, you’re growing.

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