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The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple’s a rose,
And the pear is, and so’s
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only knows
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose –
But were always a rose.
- Robert Frost, “The Rose Family”
Bayley’s body slammed into the padded surface outside of the ring, but she painfully pondered if she fractured another part of her body. Getting dumped outside of the ring, even onto the mats, was not forgiving to bones. The referees swarmed her, as the small, scattered crowd cheered raucously and there were even some jeers from her fellow wrestlers.
She heard Bianca Belair’s voice call from inside the ring.
“Bye bye, Bayley! Thanks for coming!” she laughed. The crowd loved it, they continued cheering her on.
“You OK, Bayley?” whispered a male referee who approached.
Bayley lay on her stomach, and swung her hand in a “go away” motion. She heard the referees move away from her as more commotion erupted in the ring and others were struggling from being thrown over the top rope. She rubbed her fingers through her hair. She returned at the Royal Rumble from a long hiatus after fracturing her right hand at the Hell in a Cell PPV. But her return was quickly spoiled by the teamwork of Shotzi Blackheart and Bianca Belair: a vicious kick to the abdomen and then she was caught in the KOD, the Kiss of Death, her body trapped along Belair’s shoulders before she was easily tossed over the top rope, out of the ring and into the oblivion of defeat. Bayley placed her hands over her head, as she heard more bodies slam onto the mats nearby her. This is not what she imagined.
Beltless. Friendless. And now she wondered if another bone was broken.
“What do you think, Beth? Will she come out here? Will the Vigilante of the Women’s Division get involved at the Royal Rumble?” Corey Graves asked loudly at the commentary table.
“We’ll see! Anything’s possible at the Rumble, and this masked Vigilante has been getting involved on all brands and several women’s matches in the WWE,” remarked Beth Phoenix.
“Seems to me that she only gets involved if there is some injustice going on, so who knows what’ll happen tonight if we see her in the women’s Rumble match or another women’s division match! It’s Boss Time on the main event later this evening when the Smackdown Women’s Champion, Sasha Banks, defends her title against Carmella,” interjected Michael Cole enthusiastically.
Bayley still lay facedown, and she groaned into the gray mat.
Sasha.
They did not speak or interact since Hell in a Cell. The last words they spoke to each other were on the top of the cell, screaming threats and obscenities at each other. The hatred, the fear were all palpable at the summit of Hell.
Now silence. Silence since Sasha lunged at her furiously, and they both fell from the top of the cell and crashed into the announce table. The table shattered, and this sound was heard around the world.
“Beautiful transition from Banks!”
“Carmella’s trapped! She’s in the Bank Statement in the middle of the ring!”
“There’s no where to go!”
“She’s tapping! She’s tapping! It’s over! Sasha Banks has defeated Carmella in our main event!”
“Another successful title defense for the champion, Sasha Banks!”
The referee handed her the glittery blue belt, Sasha smiled widely as her arm was raised in victory. The crowd cheered loudly as her music boomed through the speakers. Michael Cole continued shouting himself hoarse at the announce table, proclaiming Sasha’s greatness.
As suddenly as Carmella tapped, an eery, red glow drenched the colorful ThunderDome. Some of the virtual fan screens went black or became a blinding, white and gray static. A loud, metallic hum, a high-pitched tinny sound replaced Sasha’s bass filled rap music. Sasha looked around, abruptly finding herself alone in the ring. She draped her blue belt over her shoulder as she noticed figures approaching on the entrance ramp.
Alexa Bliss, the Raw Women’s Champion, her blonde and pink hair tousled from competing earlier in the evening, stood there, flanked by Nikki Cross and the Fiend. The black WWE championship belt hung from the Fiend’s neck like a sinister necklace, he defeated Drew McIntyre in the match prior to win this prize.
Alexa’s expression was blank as they all walked slowly down the ramp. Sasha’s brain seemed to jam, a part of her mind pleaded that she should run but her heart commanded her to stay in the ring. Her ring. Because she was no coward, and these freaks with their masks, clown makeup and costumes were not going to scare the Boss, the Champion.
Again, suddenly, the lights went out after a big shuttering noise erupted. Sasha tossed her belt aside in the darkness, and stood her ground, ready for a fight. A few seconds later, the red glow lit up the ring again and Sasha discovered that she was surrounded. Alexa stood directly in front of her, while the Fiend and Nikki were also in the ring but on other ends, preventing any type of escape.
Sasha glared at Alexa. The red belt wrapped around her waist sparkled even more in this evil red lighting. Alexa’s expression was still blank.
“What do you freaks want from me?” Sasha screamed, and she took a menacing step towards Alexa.
Nikki and the Fiend moved closer, the Fiend tilted his head at Sasha and his tongue writhed out of his mask while Nikki chuckled crazily. Sasha glanced around at all three of them, panic rising in her throat. Her own courage tried to comfort her though as she stood alone, surrounded by monsters in the ring. She was truly alone. Becky Lynch and Charlotte Flair were out of action, due to injury and media engagements. And Bayley was gone too. Bayley… Who was now her enemy.
The lights went out again, and the world was plunged into darkness. Sasha clenched her fists and her abdomen, waiting for them to attack her. She heard something metal collide with someone’s body, and a woman yelled out in pain. More harsh sounds, as a weapon was attacking the Fiend, his gruff yelps were muffled by his mask. Sasha whirled around, her arms up in preparation to fight.
The stadium lights were on again, but the virtual fan screens were all blank, and the audience erupted into chaotic cheers. A woman wearing a black, zip up hoodie adorned with white stars, and loose black sweatpants stood in front of Sasha. She stood like a sentinel and she faced the other three in the ring. In the woman’s hands were a black baseball bat and a black steel chair with many dents. Sasha could not see the woman’s face, since her back was turned, but Sasha knew who this was: the masked Vigilante.
Nikki was clutching her stomach on the mat while the Fiend leered at them while down on one knee. Alexa stared at Sasha and her expressionless face broke into a slight smile. The world became dark once again. The metallic humming noise in the background stopped. When the lights returned in a few seconds, Nikki, the Fiend, and Alexa were gone. Sasha stood alone in the ring with the Vigilante, her protector.
The hooded woman turned to look at Sasha. Sasha had seen her in different masks, but there was always some type of rose pattern on the masks. This time, the luchador mask was white with a large red rose on the left cheek, the only human feature were the piercing blue eyes peering out from oval shaped openings while the covered outlines of the woman’s nose and mouth could be seen through the white mask.
The Vigilante dropped her weapons and turned to walk over to the abandoned blue belt. Sasha watched nervously as the other women picked up the belt. Then, the Vigilante walked back to her and handed her the title. Sasha glanced from the title and up into the beautiful, blue eyes of her defender. She carefully accepted her belt. The other woman unzipped her black hoodie, revealing a tight, white tank top, and she reached into an inner pocket, removing a brilliant, blue rose. She held the rose out to Sasha. Sasha thought she saw the brief outline of a smile through the white mask. This Vigilante had rescued her a couple times before from angry competitors and sore losers who wanted to take things too far after she defeated them in the ring, and the encounter always ended with a rose from this mystery woman. This is the first time that the rose was a beautiful, deep blue color. Sasha grinned slightly and reached out for the rose.
In prior meetings, she had asked the Vigilante who she was and why she helped her. But the woman never responded. She never said anything. Tonight, Sasha spared her the questioning, because maybe it did not truly matter. As quickly as she arrived, after gifting her the rose, the Vigilante was exiting the ring and hopped over the barricade into the crowd.
“But seriously, who could it be?” Lana said to Sasha, beaming.
Sasha smiled shyly, twirling the blue rose between her thumb and index finger.
“We’ve talked about this for weeks,” laughed Liv Morgan, who sat in front of them in catering, “And still no leads, no clues.”
Liv’s best friend, Ruby Riott, sat next to her and looked around thoughtfully. “Well, our only clues are that this person is well built and has blue eyes.”
“She is so hot! And she smells so good! Like a bouquet of roses!” Lana giggled.
“You haven’t even seen her face! How do you know she’s hot?” teased Liv with another laugh.
Lana smiled brightly at all of them and sighed girlishly.
Sasha snorted and shook her head at Lana. She knew why Lana was so enamored with this masked woman. A couple weeks ago, the Vigilante rescued Lana from an irate Nia Jax on Monday Night Raw. Lana also sprained her ankle so the Vigilante picked her up in her arms and carried her into the medical exam room before suddenly disappearing, as she often did.
Bayley eavesdropped on their conversation from a few tables away. She poked at her baked chicken with a fork and glanced around at the two men who sat with her. Seth Rollins and Buddy Murphy were both dejected and stone-faced, they looked in each other’s direction but did not seem to actually see at each other.
“Rough night for all of us, right?” Bayley said in a low voice.
Murphy looked down at Bayley’s plate of salad and chicken. Seth cleared his throat a bit and crossed his arms.
“If someone just listened to his Messiah then maybe we wouldn’t be in this mess,” Seth stated, looking over at the catering line and avoiding Bayley and Murphy’s gazes.
Murphy sighed, ignoring Seth. “Happy to have you back with us, Bayley.”
“Thanks dude, but tonight was embarrassing. Damn… I knew they’d gang up on me,” said Bayley, flatly.
The entire women’s division hated Bayley passionately. Bayley’s reign as the Smackdown Women’s Champion terrorized the locker room until she was vanquished by Sasha Banks at Hell in a Cell. While she was out due to injury, no one reached out to her. She did message Becky and Charlotte. Becky did not respond, likely still upset because Bayley betrayed Sasha. And Charlotte sent her very long, novel-like text messages, scolding her and lecturing her about what it means to be a dignified champion, as well as lectures on friendship and loyalty.
Bayley did not care for the crowd reaction tonight for her return, she was not wrestling for the fans anymore. There were a few cheers but mostly boos as her music played and she raced down into the ring to join the Rumble. Bayley was much more concerned about the other women in the match, and that she was truly alone and vulnerable. Tonight, she could not even sit with any of the women in catering and was instead welcomed by Seth and Murphy to their table.
Seth glanced over at Sasha’s table since there was an explosion of giggling from the women. He frowned a bit, then turned his attention to his friends at the table.
“So… who do you think is the masked Vigilante?” he asked.
Bayley stared down at her plate and spoke in a glum tone. “Who cares, dude? She didn’t help me tonight.”
“Hm, yeah, I could’ve used her help, since everyone around me is so useless,” remarked Seth venomously, he gave Murphy a sideways glance.
Murphy said nothing, opting to stare at Bayley’s plate of food.
Sasha exited the building, sauntering towards her black Audi convertible in the parking lot. The parking lot was oddly empty and the Florida air seemed a bit chilly. She wore tight, red leather pants, a white tube top, a long, sparkling chain necklace with a crescent moon pendant, and gold high heels. Her long blue hair held back in a neat pony-tail. The blue belt was wrapped around her waist, its glitter and shine matching her jewelry’s brightness.
“Sasha.”
A familiar voice called out to her before she placed a hand on the Audi door. She turned around and frowned at Alexa Bliss and Bray Wyatt. Bray smiled sweetly at her, he wore a red sweater and dark blue jeans. Alexa’s hair was still a mess, she was still clad in a black leather jacket studded with silver spikes, and a frayed black skirt. Her blue eyes were unblinking and a sinister smile was on her lips.
“What do you want?” Sasha enunciated every syllable, she was truly bewildered as to why these people were stalking her all night.
“Oh Boss!” Bray giggled excitedly, “What’s with the harsh tone? We just want to chat.”
Alexa opened her mouth to speak but Sasha interrupted her swiftly.
“Chat about what?” shot back Sasha, glaring at them both.
“The title,” Alexa said plainly, a trance-like nature to her voice.
“Which one? There are three fucking champions standing here, Bliss,” retorted Sasha, and she rested her hand on the blue belt on her waist.
Alexa smiled wider. “Yours.”
“What about mine? You’re already a champion,” Sasha said with a frown and furrowed brows.
Before the conversation could continue, moonlight seemed to shine deeper upon them. Clouds had shifted above, revealing a blinding full moon. A chilly breeze rushed through them, and deep red rose petals appeared in this breeze. When the breeze disappeared, the petals fell softly on the concrete between Sasha, Alexa and Bray. They all glanced around as the sounds of footsteps grew louder.
A surprised smile grew on Sasha’s face as she saw the Vigilante walking towards them. The masked woman was once again carrying a dented steel chair and a baseball bat.
Bray blinked in an exaggerated way and grinned. “Ah, it’s the Vigilante of the women’s division! I wondered when we’d see you again.”
The Vigilante halted nearby Sasha and turned her attention to Bray. The masked woman and the husky man stared at each other. Bray’s smile was dangerous though, flashes of the Fiend were always noted in his visage, and he seemed to peer into one’s soul.
“You can hide your face, you can refuse to speak, but I know who you are,” Bray teased in a sing-song voice.
Sasha glanced nervously at the masked woman, but the woman did not budge, her ice blue eyes remained fixed on Bray.
“You’re a coward—” Bray began.
Sasha shouted over him: “Shut the fuck up! I don’t know what the point of this is! Bliss, if you want a piece of me then just meet me in the ring, and stop creeping around with your boyfriend, the Fiend, in the parking lot!”
Sasha’s words seemed to spark something within Alexa, as if something that lay dormant had furiously awakened. Alexa gritted her teeth and charged at Sasha as Bray laughed in the background. The Vigilante stepped in the way and knocked Alexa off course with the steel chair. Alexa tumbled to the concrete, clutching at her side. Then, Alexa automatically rose to her feet to charge again, but Sasha saw the Vigilante fall to the ground next to her as another person entered the fray. Nikki Cross, who appeared from literally thin air, attacked the Vigilante with a steel chair to the back. Sasha picked up the fallen baseball bat and swung at Nikki, their weapons clanged loudly together. Sasha dodged an incoming Alexa who attempted to grab at her. Bray continued to laugh loudly in the background as if he watched a comedy movie.
Nikki screamed, a war cry into the night air, and she banged the steel chair against the ground before picking it up over her head again. The Vigilante speared Nikki into the ground before the chair could be used on Sasha. Sasha swung at Alexa with the bat, but Alexa dodged in unnatural ways, as if her body was too fluid to be restricted by movements. Sasha twirled around, to give more momentum to the bat, and she thought she hit Alexa’s arm but Alexa caught the bat with her hand and held it steady. Sasha glared at the blonde, surprised by her strength, and Alexa smiled back at her, her blue eyes still unblinking. The bat shook in Sasha’s hand in their tug of war, and this was abruptly stopped as Alexa was hit in the side by the Vigilante’s steel chair. Alexa stumbled but recovered too quickly for Sasha and the Vigilante to react, she drove a forearm into the Vigilante’s masked face. The masked woman was hit cleanly and she fell again.
Then, Nikki rejoined the fight, holding back Sasha’s arms and the bat fell down. Nikki laughed crazily as she pulled back a struggling Sasha. Sasha growled and attempted to wrench free but Nikki was surprisingly strong. Alexa slowly picked up the bat and admired it in her hands. Alexa smiled down at the bat in her hands, then she smiled at Bray. A wide grin had split Bray’s face. Sasha continued to struggle in Nikki’s maniacal grip, she shut her eyes, bracing herself for the impact of the bat.
It never came.
The bat fell to the ground as Alexa was mauled by the Vigilante. The masked woman struck Alexa in the abdomen with her knee, then held her tightly before picking her up and launching her back into the concrete in a belly-to-belly suplex. During Nikki’s bewilderment, Sasha managed to break from her grip and punched her in the face. Nikki gave a muffled groan as she put a hand over her bloody nose. Bray finally intervened, stepping in front of Alexa and Nikki with a serious look. The Vigilante knelt nearby Sasha and Sasha placed a hand on her shoulder.
“C’mon big boy, you want some too?” Sasha challenged Bray.
Bray glared at her ferociously. Sasha knew she was imagining this but it seemed like the image of his face swam in and out of focus, flashes of the Fiend’s terrible mask appeared and she blinked furiously. The world seemed to turn red around them and she gripped the Vigilante’s shoulder tightly in fear. Suddenly, she and the Vigilante were alone and Bray, Alexa, and Nikki had disappeared. Sasha looked around, the parking lot was mostly empty and she did not see them run away anywhere.
She looked down as she noticed that her protector had slumped down on the concrete. She was breathing heavily and holding the back of her head. Sasha knelt down as well, placing a hand on the woman’s back.
“Hey, are you OK?” Sasha asked nervously.
“I’ll be fine, are you alright?”
This was the first time Sasha heard the Vigilante’s voice. It was a low growl, slightly muffled by the mask.
A familiar, low growl.
“Yes, thank you. You didn’t have to do that for me.”
The Vigilante rose to her feet with Sasha’s help and then she staggered slightly as she walked away.
“Hey!” Sasha called after the woman, “Who are you?”
The Vigilante said nothing and continued to walk away, and Sasha watched her reach out for one of the nearby semi-trucks and slump against it in pain. Sasha rushed to her side, placing the other woman’s arm over her shoulders.
“C’mon, let’s go to my car and I’ll take you to a clinic or something,” Sasha whispered.
“No. Please don’t…” the masked woman’s voice was even softer now.
“Well, I’ll take you somewhere safe if you don’t want medical attention. Just… just trust me, OK?” Sasha said urgently.
She understood the woman’s need for privacy but she was confused why her identity was more crucial than acute medical care. The Vigilante nodded slightly and allowed Sasha to support her to the convertible.
In the car, the Vigilante shut her eyes and extended her neck, resting the back of her head on the car seat while Sasha pressed a button to start the engine. The convertible top started to roll down and deep, dark bass from an R&B song filled the speakers. Sasha drove on deserted roads, hoping that no one would see that the Smackdown Women’s Champion was driving away with a bleary, masked Vigilante. They finally stopped at a red light and Sasha glanced over at the woman.
“Is it your head or your neck? Where’s your pain?” Sasha asked.
The Vigilante’s eyes were still closed and she shook her head slightly in response. Sasha thought the words of Ruby, Liv and Lana were accurate tonight: the Vigilante was truly the strong, silent type. And yes, she did smell like a bouquet of fresh roses from a fancy flower shop.
Sasha parked the car in front of her music studio, she thought this may be the safest place to bring her masked hero. Her house was in the same neighborhood as Charlotte’s and several other wrestlers but the music studio was in a fairly secluded area of downtown Orlando.
Sasha continued supporting the woman, the woman’s arm still over her shoulder while Sasha held her lower back. They walked slowly into the studio. The lights were quite dim, and there were several, large black leather couches. The Vigilante sat on the edge of the couch, holding her head painfully. Sasha rushed around to some of the adjacent rooms of the studio, collecting items. She returned with a pillow, blankets, and a water bottle. Sasha set the items down on the couch, and sat down as well.
She felt a strange magnetism with this masked woman. A familiar pull. An attraction that she felt she had experienced before. The woman was resting, her back against the deep couch and her neck extended.
“Do you need any medicine? I have some Tylenol around here somewhere,” Sasha stated, watching her carefully.
The woman’s head lulled a bit on the couch and she shook her head. Sasha crept a bit closer to her on the couch, touching the woman’s arm. The woman opened her eyes and shifted her body to look at Sasha. Blue eyes peered into Sasha’s heart.
Does she know I’m lonely? Sasha wondered.
I’m a champion. I’ve been on TV series and commercials. My rap album will be out soon. I have everything.
But, yet, I have nothing.
She wished she did not talk to all of those women at catering after her match. The women who were rescued by the Vigilante of the women’s division. Who gushed over the Vigilante. Who all had crushes on this woman who now sat in the dark and quiet studio with Sasha. This woman had also rescued Sasha several times from complete disasters after matches. So, Sasha felt a little less alone because of this chivalry. Becky and Charlotte were not around. Bayley is back, but she’s now an enemy. And no one would ever really rescue Sasha like that except Bayley. But those days were over. Bayley would no longer be laying over her broken body to protect her from harm. Now, this masked woman, who she felt a deep attraction to, was her savior.
And she really could not explain why she felt like fucking this woman right here on the leather couch. It was lunacy. Her heart beat rapidly as the woman’s blue eyes seemed to drift down to look at her outfit, like an x-ray exposing her.
Sasha gulped. “I really want to repay you for all the times you’ve helped me… Would you let me?”
The Vigilante said nothing, her eyes had a tender, soft expression. Sasha continued rubbing her hero’s arm, as she pondered. Was this really about repayment? Or was she just curious about how this woman’s muscular body would feel all over her while they were both nude?
Sasha allowed her own loneliness overcome the anxiety in her heart and she straddled the woman. The woman’s eyes widened but continued to gaze at Sasha deeply.
“Let me just… take care of you tonight, in the ways you took care of me,” Sasha whispered softly as she lowered her face. She pulled the white mask up, revealing lips with a pale pink gloss. Sasha kissed her softly, briefly and then pulled away slowly, the palpitations in her chest had a disjointed rhythm and she could feel her heart throbbing in her ears. For a hard, tough, Vigilante, her lips were incredibly soft and warm. She made the kiss brief because she could not read this woman, she did not know if this was wanted or shunned.
The Vigilante appeared nervous for the first time, she blinked and looked away.
“I’m sorry—” Sasha started.
“Sasha… it’s me.”
Sasha’s eyes widened and her eyebrows raised, the voice was so familiar now. It was—
The Vigilante took down her hood and revealed lustrous, short black hair. Then she lifted the rest of the mask up and off of her face. Bayley tossed the mask aside, looking away, ashamed.
“Girl, I can go. I hit the back of my head on the concrete, but I’ll be alright. I don’t want to lead you on, I know it’s not what you expected,” Bayley explained, attempting to rise off the couch and refusing to meet Sasha’s eyes.
Sasha remained frozen, still straddling her former friend and now supposed enemy.
“I’m sorry, dude, I’m really fucking sorry. I know you don’t want to see my face again, I’ll just go, Sash,” Bayley said hurriedly in a guilty voice.
Sasha gripped her face with both of her hands, staring at her in amazement.
Sasha bit her lip and then spoke softly: “Baby… wait. I hoped… I knew….”
With Bayley’s face cupped in her hands, Sasha leaned down again and kissed her deeply. In their frenzy of kissing, Sasha grappled with Bayley’s clothing, taking down the star design hoodie and taking a break from kissing just to pull Bayley’s tank top over her head to reveal a black bra.
Bayley breathed heavily as Sasha started to remove her own clothing. The pain in the back of Bayley’s head mysteriously disappeared. The air was caught in her chest as suddenly Sasha was topless in front of her.
“Are you sure this is OK? …Is this what you want to do? We could stop if you want—”
“I’ve wanted this for years,” Sasha interrupted Bayley and continued kissing her.
Sasha’s deft fingers unclasped Bayley’s bra, allowing it to fall and she placed her hands on Bayley’s breasts, pushing her onto her back on the blanket. Bayley stared at her friend with an open mouth, not sure what to expect next. Sasha started to kiss and suck on her neck, leaving a trail of red love bites on her skin as she traveled down Bayley’s body. Bayley’s heart rose into her throat as she moaned, her mind still not believing the sight her eyes witnessed tonight.
Bayley thought it would be another night of cradling herself in pain, alone in her bed, lamenting her wounds from being the image of justice in women’s wrestling. And she would rewind in her mind the thoughts of paranoia and the betrayal she thought was justified in September. Then the thoughts of the violence of the cell would appear again, spiraling her into nightmares until she woke up in a cold sweat, alone except for a folded steel chair propped at her bedside. This would happen almost every night, and she thought the Vigilante would be her redemption. But the Vigilante became bigger than her, became a way for her to hide the face that was hated by everyone in the wrestling world. The Vigilante and Bayley were two separate women who happened to share the same body. Good and evil. But they had the same desire deep down: to protect Sasha Banks.
Sasha’s hands arrived at Bayley’s pants and she started to slowly remove them. Her lips traveled down Bayley’s hard abdomen, and stopped at a scar on her left hip. Bayley looked away in shame, the scar was a remnant from their battle in the cell. They wounded each other in their own private Hell in October. The paranoia, the betrayal, the anger, the Hell that destroyed their friendship.
Sasha looked up at Bayley and saw Bayley’s timid expression. Sasha kissed the scar to let her know that she still loved her, even if they plunged each other into the depths of Hell. With enough care and affection, all wounds heal over time.
Baby you're no good
'Cause they warned me 'bout your type girl
I've been ducking left and right
Baby you're no good
Think I fell for you, I fell for you, I fell for you
- The Weeknd, “Acquainted”
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