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Is the Grass Greener on the Other Side?/ EP.2

Summary: After meeting up with some old friends, Y/N questions whether she is truly happy as seeds of doubt and possibility are planted in her mind.

Word Count: 3K

Supreme Speaks: Carmelo Hayes real name is Christian and it will be interchangeable throughout the story. i hope everyone is doing well and remember you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: slightly proofread, wrestling storylines (actions/reactions and participants) are changed, mentions of toxic relationship, please don’t take any negative depictions of characters to heart (i just needed “toxic” people)

Link to Part I

——April 2022 (Three days after WrestleMania)——

You didn’t know what to expect from this meeting. Maybe just two people catching up, or some bitter (barely) feelings thrown around, or maybe even an awkward silence. But whatever it may be, you were ready for it all. You walked into the restaurant that you both agreed to meet up at and sat down at your reserved seat. You were surprised that the paparazzi were not following you (as it’s been an issue for years now).

“It’s been a while girlie.” A voice said, approaching your table. You looked up to find a beautiful white smile. You got up and hugged your friend before sitting down again.

“It’s been a while indeed, Jamie. You look great!” You exclaimed, making her smile. Jamie Hayter, who you know as Paige, is a well-renowned wrestler and was once your beloved closest friend in the independent scene, especially when you were in Europe and Japan. You fought each other and teamed with each other multiple times, making both of you the best up-and-coming stars in the business. Down the line, you drifted apart, not for anything wrong, but because your schedules didn’t align.

She chuckled while sitting down, “Why do you have to call me by my ring name?”

“I thought you would like it since it rolls off the tongue.” You said before drinking your water.

“Darling, you are one of the few who can call me Paige.” She said winking at you, making you giggle. As long as you could remember, she was the only woman who could make you giggle like a schoolgirl (especially with her beautiful accent). The waiter came up and the two of you ordered food, before returning to your conversation. “Well, again congratulations champ. Always knew you would do it. How does it feel to be on top of the world?”

“Great, but you should know the future Owen Hart tournament winner.” You said, making her look at you with surprise. “What? You look shocked.”

“I’m surprised that you know that I’m in the tournament. I thought your company didn’t allow that.” She teased. While it was true that WWE and AEW had their problems, you would never allow that to get in the way of you supporting your friends. A lot of your talented friends now work for AEW (either starting there or leaving WWE), quietly leaving you alone in the company. Sure you had the friends that you made in WWE like Bianca, Trinity, Thea Trinidad (Zelina Vega), etc. But sometimes you wished you were around your friends from the Indies.

“Now, with such a big name like yours, I always hear about you. You’re all over my Twitter timeline.” You responded. “But speaking about companies, how’s AEW treating you?”

Paige smiled, “Great! Met some great people like Britt and Rebel. The company allows us to work storylines out for our characters. There’s barely any scripts, many gimmicks thrive on the wrestlers having control and not the creative team. It genuinely feels like I’m in control of myself! They really do care about their roster.” As she continued to positively rant about her company, you couldn’t help but show a smile at her words. You were happy for her; if anything she deserves this; a great boss, great friends, amazing opportunities, thriving career. But could you say the same for yourself?

“Well, enough about me. What about you, darling? WWE still treating you the same?” Paige said with a big smile, pulling you out of your thoughts.

Shutting your eyes and slightly chuckling to yourself, “Yeah, more or less.” You started to drink more of your water as Paige just started to look blankly at you with a tilted head. “What?”

“Everything okay?”

Nervously chuckling, you said “Yeah, yeah. Why wouldn’t it be? I’m the champ, I got everything I want right now for the most part.” You looked down at the table

Over time, you started to feel like the magic of WWE is wearing off. Sure, you got the opportunities that some would dream of; but it always feels like it’s gonna get taken away from you at any second. And at some times…it does…and it’s given to their star of the month. Sometimes, you didn’t feel secure in your place. Although you knew your value, worth, and how much you could make (shit, they tell you almost every single day), it didn’t feel like WWE knew it.

“Y/N” She started, making you look up at her. “You don’t have to hide anything from me. You know I won’t judge.” She said, trying to make you talk. But by you just staring back into her eyes (as if looks could kill), she knew you wouldn’t go into detail. She sighed, “Y/N-“

“I’ll explain later, it’s just that I would like to figure out everything before I start talking. Besides, I’m tired of talking about work. I literally have to do it every single day this week.” You joked making her playfully roll her eyes.

“Alright, Y/R/N,” Paige said mockingly, then her eyes lit up with a gleam of mischief. “Let’s talk about other things.”

——Time Skip; 8 hours later——

After lunch with Paige, you had two interviews that just tired you out. For this evening, you were supposed to have dinner with another friend but you ask if you could change plans so you get out of public superstar mode. Thankfully they agreed and said just to dress down/laid back. You were changing into more comfortable clothes when Mercedes and Trinity walked in. Mercedes immediately kicked off her heels as Trinity flopped on your bed. “Long day?”

Mercedes groaned loudly, “Oh my god, yes, that dreaded interview with that one dude was so long for no reason.”

“T, are you okay?” You asked putting on a beanie. For some reason, it was getting really cold at night, despite Texas being hot (global warming).

“This damn thing is killing me!” Trinity exclaimed, slamming down her throwing her shoe off as well. “At least I looked good." You continued to fix your hair. “Speaking of looking good, where are you going at this time of night?”

“T, it’s only 8 PM.” You said as she had a look that said ‘and?’. You sighed with a smile and said “I’m going out with a friend to catch up.”

“Okay, that doesn’t explain why you look so good.”

Laughing you said, “Girl, please I always look good, even right now when I’m wearing sweatpants and no makeup.”

But to Trinity, you didn’t say anything so she continued speaking. “Unless your quote-on-quote friend is a good-looking guy.” Her eyebrows raised as she smirked like a cartoon villain at you.

"He's very good-looking indeed," Mercedes smirked.

Trinity squealed before abruptly stopping. She asked, “How does Christian (Carmelo) feel about this?”

You rolled your eyes at the mention of your boyfriend, who was pissing you off at the moment. One minute he was clinging on to you for dear life, the next minute he acted like you’re a stranger on the street. You blame it on the work schedule and pressure from backstage politics; on the other, you wonder if it was you. “He’s fine. I told him that I would be catching up with old friends today. He said that he had other plans today anyways.”

Your phone beeped with a text message, you started to walk the door before Trinity stopped you.

“So who is he?” She asked

Before you could answer, Mercedes interjected, “On a friendly date with an old friend who should’ve and could’ve been her boyfriend," She smirked.

“Ooo, he is better than Christian?”

“In my opinion, more so the perfect fit for Y/N than him.” She said making Trinity laugh. Rolling your eyes, you shouted bye at the two as Mercedes spoke up again, “Tell Garcia I said hi-“ Slamming the door you raced for the elevator, going down to the first floor. But you couldn’t help to think about what Mercedes said; was there truly someone else who was better for you than Christian?

Maybe…Possibly…

Upon the elevator opening, you were face to face with hazel eyes. Examining his face, a wide smile broke out on your face as you quickly hugged each other. He lifted you a little bit off the floor before putting you back down. His laugh rumbled in your neck before you two broke away from the hug. Daniel gave you his signature cat-like smile as he fixed your hat.

“You still wear the same cologne?” You asked as you two started walking outside.

“Well, I remember you saying it was your favorite. So I had to make sure it made an appearance.” He said looking up at the sky. You met Daniel four years ago in 2018 when he made his debut in WWE. Even though he was there for only a short amount of time, you two instantly formed a bond. You were there for each other: when he was in that horrific accident, when he lost his teeth in a match, when you nearly broke your hand while doing something stupid, or when you just needed to rant. But just like how it was with you and Paige, you and Daniel couldn’t talk that much anymore due to the differences in schedules and workload. But it still never stopped you two from being there for each other.

There was a moment of comfortable silence before he spoke up again, “So how’s being champ?”

Groaning you said, “If I hear that one more time I might just stand in the middle of the road” It’s true, you were tired of being asked about your professional life and career already, and it’s only been three days since you won the title.

Daniel laughed, “Okay, okay. Well, let’s switch it up. How’s Y/N doing? Not Y/R/N (your ring name).”

“Great! Living the dream and getting everything I ever wanted: the title, house, car, relationship” You looked up to Daniel, who was just making a ‘be real’ face. You stopped walking for a bit and decided to answer truthfully. “She’s tired, to be honest. So much of her career is flooding into her personal life and she doesn’t know how to handle it.” You don’t know what made you tell this to Daniel when you wouldn’t tell Paige or not even Mercedes and Trinity. But it felt good to reveal the emotions that have been eating away at you ever since the beginning of the year.

Daniel just looked at you, quickly biting his lip before standing in front of you. “Can you promise me something?” He asked with a glint (of something that you didn’t know how to describe) in his eye. You nodded and waited for him to continue. “For tonight, and any other time we talk, promise me you will take the Y/R/N mask off when it’s just us. We’ve known each other long enough to just be us as people, not gimmicks or anything like that. And I’ll promise to not ask you about work.” You lifted your pinky, signifying a pink swear. He smiled and wrapped his pinky around yours, sealing the promise. His hand lingered a bit on your hand as his eyes kept watching you, before returning to his original place beside you.

You two resumed walking, talking about everything and nothing (just making up for lost time). Along the lines, you and Daniel got hungry and decided to go to the convenience store for a quick snack. While shopping for snacks, you asked, “So how’s AEW?”

He opened his mouth in disbelief.“So I can’t ask you about work, but you can ask me?” He exclaimed

“Uh, yeah.” You said grabbing two drinks from the cooler.

He shook his head as he grabbed some chips. “It’s great. The fact that I get to work with the idols I grew up watching is insane. It’s a great environment for everyone to thrive in. But,” He paused, “It doesn’t have the one thing that WWE has that I really wished was there. Honestly, between AEW and WWE, that one thing was gonna be a deal breaker for me.”

“Oh yeah, what was it? An infinite number of bad hats?” You joked.

Daniel chuckled, “No…it doesn’t have you.” You looked up at him with wide surprised eyes, Daniel’s face remained unfazed; serious with the same mysterious glint in his eyes from earlier. Your face started to heat up as you took in the statement. He could have meant that in a friendly way or in a professional way. Quickly, you quickly (and poorly faked) cough to move on from the flattering subject.

“Danny, did you just call me a thing?” You said playfully turning back to the sweets and candy.

“Y/N! I’m serious, not bout you being a thing, but about the deal breaker. Sometimes I wished I took the WWE offer just to see you every day. But as you told me when I was making my decision, I need to do what’s best for my career. And that’s what I did.” He said before muttering something under his breath. When you asked about what he said, he just shook you off and told you not to mind it.

You still were trying to comprehend what happened and what he meant as you started to walk around the city again. Your heart skipped a beat when he was talking about you being the dealbreaker and it just made you feel warmer that Daniel would value your friendship that much. But at the same time, you couldn’t help but think about Mercedes' words before you left. Did she really see you and Daniel together? The better question is could you see yourself with Daniel?

That was a question you didn’t wanna answer…at least not right now…

After a couple of more minutes out together, you decided to call it a night (as it was almost 11:30 PM). He walked you back to your hotel, hugging you as you entered the plaza.

You two agreed to keeping in contact before breaking apart the hug. Daniel lifted his pinky and you quickly wrapped yours around his, sealing the promise. He said he’ll text you when he gets back to his hotel. As the elevator doors closed to take you to your floor, you exhaled a breath that you didn’t even know you were holding. You felt overwhelmed (but at the same time satisfied) from the day and just wanted to go to sleep.

Walking in, you saw that Mercedes was asleep. You took off your shoes and took out your phone, scrolling through your phone when you were tagged in a tweet a little while ago.

With a slight smile, you liked the tweet. But then a text from a certain someone, made your smile turn into a frown.

Silently groaning, you turned off your phone before finally drifting to sleep, in hopes for tomorrow to be good for you.

——May 2022 (Friday after Backlash)——

For the past month, everything seemed to be going okay for you. Christian has been on your good side (frequently sending flowers and gifts to you), meeting incredible fans all around the world, and you successfully defended the title at Backlash against Liv Morgan. You liked Liv, you were a fan of her personality and in-ring personality; you could definitely see her becoming a future women’s champion. It was a pleasure to work with her in the ring, but now, it’s time to move on to other challengers.

To discuss how you and your championship should be perceived and booked, you were about to have a meeting with John Laurinatitis, Triple H (Paul), and Vince McMahon. Walking into the arena, you already didn’t feel good as it felt like something was gonna go wrong. But you were determined not to let this ruin your day, so with a smile, you gripped your championship that was wrapped on your shoulder and knocked on the door that had Vince’s name on it.

Upon entering the room, you brightly greeted the three gentlemen. You sat down, setting your title on your lap. Vince, being a man of power and business, wanted to get straight into business.

“Y/N, how do you feel as the champion?” Vince asked.

Clearing your throat, you said “I’m extremely grateful to even be called a champion of the division. I’m just happy to be here and help the other women take the division to new heights” You smiled. The words were true as you were happy to be seen as the leader of the locker, with almost all the girls looking at you with respect and admiration like how you do to them.

Vince, John, and Paul all had smiles on their faces, but it was ranging emotions. John and Vince had these happy smiles while Paul had a smile that almost resembled sadness. He didn’t look at you but rather off to the side as John and Vince kept talking.

“That’s great to hear because, as you already know, we trust you with the division. And we like how well you work with the other women. But now that Charlotte’s out of the picture for a little while, we need to build a create a new top women’s feud for Smackdown. Especially for longevity.” John said

You don’t know why, but your heart started to pick up the pace, to the point where you could hear your heartbeat in your ears. Everything was making you nervous from Paul not making eye contact to John essentially sweet talking you to Vince staring down and analyzing your facial expressions. However, you were determined to not let this intimidate you.

“We think it’ll be the best option for you to enter a feud with another megastar,” Vince said with a smile.

Your smile never faltered. You were excited for the next challenger, you hoped it could be Natalya, Alexa, or even Becky. But the next words out of Vince’s mouth would wipe that smile off your face and make your heart stop beating in complete anger.

“Sooner or later….

you’re gonna drop the title to Ronda.”

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