Warnings: a couple cuss words, negative self-thoughts
Song: “I’m a Mess” - Ed Sheeran (This is just the song I was listening to while writing this prompt and I wanted to share it with you in case you wanted to listen as well.)
“We don’t think you’re right to
carry the title right now Y/N,” Steph told me, yet again. “Nattie’s just got
more of an image people can get behind, ya know? She’s the daughter of a
The golf ball sized lump in my
throat and the sting of saltwater in my eyes made it hard to say anything so I
just nodded. Once again, not good enough.
She rubbed her hand across my shoulder, obviously sensing my
disappointment, before she was called away again.
From her makeshift office in the
arena, I walked in a daze to the female talent locker room to get ready for my
“Hey, Y/N,” called Becky. “You
ready to get your lass kicked?” she joked and laughed as she wrapped her wrists
and I got changed into my ring gear. I knew Becky from our days at NXT, our
overlap for about 3 years until I got called up and left her with the rest of
the Horsewomen. We remained close friends while separated and I was thrilled
when she moved up to Smackdown. She knew about my struggles getting in title
contention and my insecurities about the amount of time it was taking. Time
after time the higher ups would insist that my title run was coming and that
they “just weren’t ready.” But I was. I was so ready. Just not enough.