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IRL!

(Saturday, August 20th, 2022)

Montreal, Quebec, Canada

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The girls all woke up with hangovers the next morning,  whereas I woke up in Damian's arms. After ordering breakfast in, making sure to get the greasiest options for the them, Damian went with uncle Jack and Jason, and Rhe, Den, Briar, and I went to my final present to Briar: a spa day. She works so hard in the shop day in and out Jason, I thought a spa day would be perfect, and she loves getting her nails and toes painted, but does her own most of the time.

Rhea gets her nails done specially, so she only did her toes which I teased her for being a nail princess which she then threatened to scratch my eyes out for to which she earned an "ooo, kinky, please do" and Denni told us to get a room. I reminded her of the boob shots her and Rhea were taking and said they got a room last night so it's my turn.

After nails and spa we went shopping before B's birthday dinner, Italian, her favorite, which Jason set up and planned.

"So, Crimson, what's going on with you and Roman?" Jason decided to ask so nonchalantly at dinner I choke in my drink.

"Uh, what?" I chuckle, bringing my glass down from my lips.

"You and Roman Reigns. Gotta be the most interesting thing going on right now other than these two," Jason jabs his thumb towards Rhea and Damian as Damian runs his hand over his jaw. "I gotta know, has all that shit been planned? Your segments, your run-ins?" He leans against his fist, eyes shinning with curiosity.

I nod, absorbing his question over as I smooth my hands down the napkin in my lap, a small grin tugging the corners of my lips. "Uh-huh," I chuckle, "No, actually." Briar smirks. "No, none of our interactions have been planned. What started it all was Hunter, Triple H, telling me I couldn't open or close the show because of him, and I didn't take no for answer."

"That'll be a cute story for the kids." Briar hums and I choke my drink mid-sip. "Kidding! I'm kidding!" She hurries out as I grab my chest, clearing my throat as I glare at her. Birthday girl, birthday girl, I remind myself.

"You're lucky it's your birthday." I point at her as Jason smiles in amusement. Right. "Every interaction and run-in since then has been merely..." I pause, trying to search for the right words. It hasn't been fate, or a blessing, coincidence... sure, but unfortunately we work in the company on the same show, we're bound to run into each other at some point... but this much, damn. Entertaining for the audience and fans, sure. I may be completely sucked into the conversation we have when we do, but I see the comments on insta, the hashtags, the tweets. "Business."

"Well, your business has been keeping me hooked on Friday's." Jason chuckles. "SmackDown needed someone like you, and needed it bad."

"That means a lot coming from you." I nod in his direction. For a grown man who has watched wrestling since he was a little kid so give me such high praise, a new incoming women's wrestler? Must be doing something right.

Damian snorts beside me. "She's amazing, and Roman Reigns is an asshole."

"Ah, now Damian, we're also assholes." Rhea points out, grinning mischievously at him. "Aren't we?"

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(Sunday, August 21st, 2022)

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Uncle Jack squeezes the life of me in the hotel lobby. Him, Briar, and Jason are flying back home.

"You know I'm so proud of you, kid." Uncle Jack says.

"I knowww." I drawl.

He pulls back. "Are you sure? Have I told you lately?" He cracks.

"Only every other day." I purse my lips to fight a smile at him.

He gasps, throwing his hand over his heart. "Every other day?" He exclaims causing my eyes widen and glance around the lobby. This man and his antics. "I need to do better." He shakes his head.

I snort, pushing his shoulder. "You do amazing, Uncle Jack. I promise." Relief pours into his humorous eyes. He does more than half the fucking world, hell, probably more than half. And I know he takes harder than he lets on and hides behind his humor and jokes that he hasn't always been here for me... but it wasn't his fault. "I'm glad you came this weekend." I nod, going back in for another hug.

"Me too." He lays his head on the top of mine. "I'm glad you have Briar, and Denni, Damian and Rhea. You've made your own little family." I squeeze my eyes shut before blinking rapidly.

"And I'm glad you have Jason. So you're not alone in Florida when I'm gone."

"I'm not alone." He tsks "I have Coraline and Maverick."

"Right." I chuckle, pulling apart again as Jason and Briar head our way, Briar's arms already stretched out and she's throws them around my shoulders as soon as she reaches us.

"Thank you for the best birthday weekend ever, C." She says. "I mean it."

"You're welcome." I hug her back. "I'm glad."

"Crimson, keep doing exactly what you're doing, kid." Jason swings his arm around my shoulders for a side-hug. "And you're gonna be the top star in no time."

A sense of calm and pride tingles my body. "Thank you, Jason." I'm already ready for Friday.

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Monday Night Raw came and went in a blur, with good and bad. Finn won, with Rhea at ringside, but Damian lost, sadly. We all traveled back home Tuesday and I haven't been able to sleep since. Warped images of the club this weekend mixed with memories kept me thrashing through the night until I gave up on sleep entirely.

But I did get to focus on finalizing Briar's t-shirt designs she did for me. We narrowed it down to three and Hunter wanted multiple options, so I sent those in to him Wednesday. 

"How you feeling?" Denni asks, handing me my smoothie as I finish last minute packing before we head out today. I feel like we just got back from Canada and it's already Thursday, but I couldn't be more thankful for the distractions the next couple days.

Between the nightmares and the pent up anticipation and energy burning for Friday that I couldn't even tame with working out and conditioning, I'm desperately ready to travel and get to Michigan already.

"Fine." I try my smoothie from the new shop that opened a few miles from here last week. I chose the smoothie 'cherry bomb' which is cherry, pomegranate, and orange. It was the perfect, just enough tang "Mmm. Ready for tomorrow night."

But I know that's not what she meant. I know she can see the deep, dark purple bags under my eyes.

Makeup artist are a Godsend.

"Oh, I don't like that look." She points at me.

I grin evilly at her. "You love it. What flavor did you get?"

"Fuzzy peach." She shakes her cup at me. Very Denni.

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𝟶ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʙɪsᴄᴜɪᴛ𝟽sᴘᴇᴀᴋs!

Hello, helloooo... & welcome back to Crim Ust ;)

WTF WAS SNME... that was crazy...

Anywaysss, for all my Roman & Crimson agenda pushers out there... Briar & Jason are on y'all's team fr fr🤣 not Jason almost taking Crim out lmaooo, & y'all clock Damian's reaction... too messy... alright...🤭🤣

I speed through the week lol cause as I said a couple chaps ago trying to get the ball rolling a bit more haha, & nothing crazy was happening, except Crimson struggling... BUTTT her & uncle Jack's momenttt... okay I'll just cryyy. AND BRIAR'S DESIGNS FOR CRIMSON'S MERCH!! I did not forget lol, our girl is about to sell out againnnn!! And enjoy the gif of Briar's fine ass dad, aka Jon Bernthal who is Jason's fc!!

I hope y'all are very excited for what I have in store for SmackDown in the next chap, sooo... GET READYYY & stay tuned ;)

Happy Evolution (even tho they did not build this event up at all & underdevloped almost all the matches & they need to just book more women's matches for PLE's instead, whattt who said that?!)

ALSO WE HIT 47K READSSS!! AHHH!! THANK Y'ALL SO MF MUCHHH!!! <333 the continuing support, votes, reads, & comments on this book means the world & rlly keeps me motivating to keep goingggg sooo don't be said to comment y'all's thoughts, questions, & reactions!! Until next weekend, mwah!!