Astrid is at the start of her full time onscreen wwe diva career. she wants to rise to the top as her real raw self. with the help and guidance of her best friend cm punk, with the natural challenges that come with not only being a wwe diva was bein...
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ASTRID
It's been two weeks and Phil has been ignoring me. I'd call or text but got nothing back so he was definitely ignoring me. Which is rude!
So tonight I'm going to see him and ask him what's up with all that because even with him avoiding me, he still has the three guys fighting battles for him. I haven't paid much attention to the show but from what I've heard from Nikki they are 'protecting' Phil. Many others seem to agree but Phil's been denying it.
I'm at Raw right now. The show doesn't start until 8 but they want us here at 2PM so if there is any changes we could know. It's currently 7:45, you can hear the crowd from back here, Raw is about to start soon. I walk down the hall in pursuit of Phil's lockeroom. I see his name on the door and immediately start pointing my fist on the door.
"Phillip Brooks, open this door right now and tell me why you've been avoiding me!" I shout through the door.
It then got quiet. Too quiet.
"Phil I know you're in there, now open the door!" I continue banging on the door using both hands.
After a bit the door finally opens. "The wwe champion CM Punk has no time to deal with, petty little-"
"Move." I order. "Ok." Paul immediately steps to the side, I walk in and look at Phil who is standing there with his hands infront him.
I go to the table picking up muffins and throwing them at him.
"Astrid stop." He says trying to dodge. "Why have you been avoiding me?" I ask calmly still throwing the muffins.
"We need to get to business-" i throw a muffin that hits Paul straight in the face.
"Astrid I'll explain if you-" I throw a next muffin. "Astrid please." He picks up a book blocking his face right before it hits him.
"How are you throwing so straight?!" He exclaims astonished.
"I played baseball in elementary school." I respond, I reach for another muffin but feel crumbs under my finger tips and the place. It's empty.
"You're lucky it's empty, now why have you been avoiding me?" I fold my arms.
"I've been busy with stuff." He tells me. I give him a 'really' look. That was a terrible reasoning. Before he can answer Paul speaks up, "Eh-hem have company."
He points in the direction beside the door. Standing side by side at the wall was the three guys that have been terrorizing wwe for the past two weeks.
I look at them confusion on my face, they each look at me with stoic expressions. "Okay, new question. Why do you have wwe latest mercenaries in your lockeroom?" I look back at Phil then the three once more.
"I mean you guys can be mistaken for strippers but you haven't been shaking your ass on live tv." I note.
"Why would I have male strippers in my lockeroom Astrid?" Phil sighs.
"I don't know Phillip is there something you'd like to tell me. I'd accept you know that right." I assure at him and Paul snorts.
"What? Astrid, I'm not gay." He exclaims.
"Oh. Ok. But you can still be stripper though if this doesn't work out. Especially that one." I point at the light skined one with long black hair, he was bigger than the other two and had a tattoo on his shoulder.
"What?" Phill looks at me with a confused look.
"I mean look at the guy. He's like if Jason Mamoa and Dwayne Johnson had a baby. If Thor wasn't white he'd be the perfect fit. The did is majestic. Like a black stallion. Beautiful horse by the way." I tell him.
"OK we get the point Astrid. Now sit down." He points at the chair next to the couch.
"Not my fault you can't look like Thor." I grumble walking past him.
"Astrid I'm already better than Thor." He smirks and holds his title. Sigh men and their ego.
"Phil, your long haired messiah era does not count for you looking like Thor, matter of fact you looked more homeless then, that buzzcut is doing you some justice not gonna lie." I retort.
He looks at me offended. "Fuck you." I only laugh. "Zip it, not another word." He points at me. I motion my hand to zip my mouth and throw the key.
"OK, back to business." Paul spoke up. Phil started explaining why the three was there and their purpose and my eyes drift to the three, assessing them visually.
My eyes land on the third one. He was on the right side from my perspective and looked like he could be the little brother of the two, he had more of a baby face compared to the others. His arms were out infront him, his hair tied back in a low ponytail. One part of his hair was bleach blonde while the rest was black.
"-Astrid are you even listening to me?" I hear Phil say pulling me away from staring at him.
"Huh?"
"What are you doing?" He asks. "Nothing." I respond.
"Where you listening?" He ask again. "No she's been stating at Rollins for the last few minutes." Paul speaks for me.
"Jesus, Astrid don't tell me you like the guy." Phil shakes his head.
I look away from Phil and at the three who were now smirking at me. "What? No."
"I find that hard to believe. You have a thing for Orton the first day you got here." He retorts.
"That's different, you like Randy by default." I wave off.
"Really?" He deadpans.
"Yes, have you seen the guy's thighs, it's beautiful, like two pieces of meat I just wanna sink my teeth into." I ramble.
"Astrid. You're weird." Phil looks at me.
"Yeah, and you still love me for it." I smirk at him.
"I what I was looking at." I stand up walking towards him. "Was that." I point at the blonde part of his hair.
"You guys say you fight for justice, this my friend is the real injustice around here. You should get a refund for whoever did this mess." I tel him.
He frowns at me, his jaw slightly dropped. "Don't worry, I can fix it if you like." I offer.
"What do you know about hair?" Phil asks patronizing me.
"I worked at a saloon for four years as a kid. The first 10 year old to know how to properly cut and dye hair." I praise myself.
"What! I paid fifty-six dollars for this haircut when you could've done it for me for free." He says shocked.
"You didn't ask." I shrug. He shakes his head muttering, "I can't believe this."
"Can we please get back on track here." Paul stresses.
"Oh yeah. You hired these three to protect Phil's title." I state, also showing them that I was listening the whole time.
"Yes, we need him as champion to guarantee a spot at next year's wrestlemania mainevent." Paul answers.
"And no ones supposed to know they're working with you." I state to which they all nod.
"Hmm."
"What?" Phil asks me. I'm not surprised he knew something was up, the guy can read me like a book.
"You guys are making it obvious that you're protecting Phil." I state.
"How is that Ms. Anders." Paul looks at me.
"Well Mr. Heyman." I say in the same tone as him. "You guys have shown blatant favoritism to Phil since Survivor Series. The interviews, the segments you've had with Phil, you're reasoning, its more obvious than ominous."
Paul looks at Phil. "She makes a good point." He agrees with me.
They fall into a silence thinking, "Well I got a match to get ready for so I'll see you later." I tell Phil.
I walk up to him as he hands me the white wrist tape. "Thank you."
"Be safe out there." He kisses my forehead and I nod leaving.
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