𝗕𝗲𝗷𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗱
𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗘𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻
November 2014
Powerhouse. That was the wrestling style Sylwia adopted since her return. Devastating, powerful, dominating, also helped by her build, the Pole was truly unstoppable. It was not a different style from what she had adopted up to that point, she just perfected it to its best, but previously, before her injury, the blonde Polish woman also used to use aerial maneuvers. She was almost afraid to perform her moonsault again, but, luckily for her, she had found another finisher, also thanks to the help of Beth Phoenix -who had trained her since her arrival in the federation-.
Since her return, the blonde earned a title match at Survivor Series, last defeating Nikki Bella to become AJ Lee's challenger. Stephanie McMahon had promised her that title, now it was finally time to take it; she should have already been around her waist for nine months, but unfortunately her injury happened.
Although she mainly performed on the Smackdown roster, it was on the episode of Raw before the PPV that the match was made official to the public, setting up a table with chairs in the center of the ring to sign the contract. Knowing the hatred that Sylwia and April felt in real life, the creative team decided to give the two girls freedom in their promo; they knew they would give their all and film something spectacular.
But why did the two girls hate each other? It all started with the fact that April didn't think Sylwia was the great destructive force, or the natural talent everyone said she was, and therefore all that push in the direction of the girl was only because she was yet another blonde with a beautiful face and a statuesque body. Honestly April thought that also Sylwia being close to Randy Orton was another main reason of her being there, getting pushed.
It wasn't just a matter of her character, the American wrestler knew that the Polish girl was so sure of herself even with the cameras off, with such an enormous ego that would have feed whole families.
But the same could be said about what Sylwia thought of April. Acclaimed for some reason unknown to her, no real talent, unbearable, the list was long of reasons why she couldn't stand her. And yes, she thought she was there because of her relationship with CM Punk.
The only difference was that, with the cameras off, Sylwia thought April was nothing short of non-existent; and this led to the American not being able to stand her even more.
The current champion was the first to enter, still dressed in her denim shorts and black t-shirt; she shook hands with fans as she walked up the ramp, then made her usual entrance before taking a seat behind the table. It was Stephanie McMahon who presided over the signing of the contract.
Sylwia entered shortly after, dressed as if she had just stepped off some European catwalk, also wearing heels that made her even more gigantic; unlike AJ, the Pole didn't even look at the people in the front row who were stretching out their hands to try to shake hers, but she marched directly into the ring, with her usual sinuous and confident manner. The blonde sat in front of AJ, checking on her red nails instead of wasting her attention on the petite woman.
Stephanie welcomed both girls before opening the contract and putting it down at the centre of the table. She started doing her speech, just for then AJ to grab her own microphone and start talking. "You know what? I don't feel like signing!" She said, causing Sylwia to bite her inner cheek to not laugh and break character. "She doesn't deserve it."
Was that her best? Pathetic. Shrugging, the Pole grabbed her microphone too, crossing her long legs under the table. "Fear looks good on you, honey!" She said with a chuckle. "I do understand you, AJ... well, I really don't because contrarily to you I'm a winner, but I mean I do understand you fearing me, envying me also. But, honey, that's normal. You can join the club, you're not the only one!"
"Will you please shut up?" AJ spoke, causing people to start chanting for her. "You just returned and I'm already sick and tired of you acting you like you own this whole place! Do you think you deserve this opportunity? Do you think you deserve this title? I'll give you my answer: no, you don't. Sylwia, you may think you're the whole package, but trust me, you're just another dumb blonde with a hot body who only made this far because of her looks. Tell me, Polish Barbie, how exactly did you get here in such a short time? By natural talent or because you opened your legs to the right people? I recall a certain man really helping you being here, face to face with me, hoping to get a shot for my title."
The Polish girl jumped up, and would have even punched her rival in the nose, if it hadn't been for Stephanie who stopped her, calling both of them to calm down. After a while, Sylwia grabbed again her microphone. "Listen to me, you little parasite, this is not Sylwia Wodiczko talking to AJ Lee, this is Sylwia Wodiczko talking to April Mendez. You're nothing but a hypocrite, you say I'm only here because I opened my legs? Strange, because more than half of the locker room knows your anatomy, and believe me, they don't have positive reviews. Cody, Dolph, you've got a long list. You claim to be 'not like other divas', and you're right; you're worse. Still, your mouth is always open, and not only for speaking bullshits! You say I'm just another dumb blonde with a hot body? Darling, I'm everything you will never be, so your speaking jealousy does not affect me at all. The difference between us is that you watch me and see beauty, grace, and feel jealous, while I look at you and see a total failure and can't help but feel disgusted." The blonde said, causing mixed reactions from the crowd. Some booed her, others cheered for her. Grabbing a pen with her left hand, Sylwia signed down the contract, throwing it at AJ.
"You can keep asking how I got here this quick, go on, loose your sleep about it. I got here this quick because, yes, I do have a natural talent, but I also worked my ass off to prove myself everyday of my life. Everyday I was the first one to show up at trainings, the last one to leave, while I watched my colleagues go out and party, I stayed there, pushing myself to every limit just to get better. They told me to let go, to have some fun, but I came to America with a goal. Me, that Slavic immigrant you and these people make fun because of her accent, that blonde girl you and these idiots always underestimated. I showed why I am the best since the first moment I came here, when I was still a none I started the real women's evolution in this business. I'm not just that hot blonde bitch, I'm the saviour of this discipline, elevating this division to the very top. And when I look at you, with that title, I cannot help but think that this is nothing but a disgrace, you are a disgrace to our sport and to my division. But it's coming to an end, AJ, your reign is at its end. You got lucky because I got injured, or you would have been retired months ago. I earned this opportunity, I deserve it this title. I owe this to present self, to the whole women's division, I owe to that little immigrant girl, I owe to every Slavic girl who will look up to me and say 'I want to be her'. So, AJ, enjoy your last days as champion, I will be deciding if it's better for me to pin you or submit you; either way I will enjoy tear you down. Because trust me, at the end of our fight, you will only think of retirement, it will be so brutal that one of us won't be able to leave on her own, and it won't be me. Now sign this fucking contract!"
AJ glared at the blonde, but signed the contract anyway. "You can brag around how tall, dominant you are, you can in fact brag around everything you want, but you shall remember that you're still speaking to the longest reigning Divas Champion. I wouldn't be this confident, if I was you. After all, you're just another bitch I'm going to kick ass to; nothing that special."
Sylwia cracked a smirk. "See you on Sunday, kurwa." The blonde slapped the current champion, as planned, only to be trapped in AJ's Black Widow. She screamed, trying to break free, with Stephanie McMahon who tried to stop both of them.
After a pair of minutes, finally AJ let go of Sylwia, leaving her on her knees, as she left the ring, raising her championship for one last time, aware of her reign coming soon to an end.
Sunday came early, Survivor Series would be held in St Louis, Randy's hometown; but he wasn't there. Truth to be told, he had been acting somewhat distant towards the blonde in the last week. She knew he was busy filming, yet that lack of his usual manners were weird, and she missed it and him. Especially that day, on her most important match of her young career...
Her family had flown back again from Poland, while Randy only sent her a dry text message simply saying 'good luck'. But Sylwia refused to let him ruin her good mood: she was going to be champion and nothing could have dragged her down.
It was her moment, her night, and the diamond she was gotta shine.
The Pole didn't feel anxious, or nervous, or whatever; she just felt ready.
She patiently waited backstage for her moment, warming up with Maryse and Victoria who were there to cheer for her; and when it came she was feeling a rush of pure excitement and adrenaline gushing over her.
Making her way to the ring, with an arena surprisingly chanting her theme song, Sylwia felt living a whole dream. The blonde blinked at the direction of her family and friends before stepping into the ring, completing her usual sultry and sassy entrance.
As expected, AJ got a louder pop than Sylwia, but the younger girl was not surprised about it. Let her have her chants before going down, because there would have been a new champion that night.
When the bell to start the match rang, after the usual introductions, Sylwia immediately went on the attack, kicking her opponent in the face. AJ fell to the ground, holding her nose, as Sylwia already started to show off to the crowd, kissing her arms muscles as to say 'I'm the strongest' -which was not really a news-. As the blonde went to grab AJ's dark hair, the petite wrestler slapped her right to the left check, causing Sylwia to step back a little.
Infuriated, the Pole grabbed her opponent by the hair and forced her to get up again, just to devastating chop her to the chest, causing her to literally throw to the ground.
(Gunther style🥹😍)
Unlike previous women's matches, this one went over five minutes, with Sylwia dominating most of it, with AJ occasionally taking advantage of the fact that she was smaller and therefore more agile than the blonde. That match also became personal, not just for entertainment, and this perhaps would have led to disciplinary action for the two fighters, but at that moment it didn't matter: they both wanted to preserve their pride.
They were both tired, at a certain point, almost out of breath, the intensity during the match had always been high.
AJ was having the advantage at the time, after giving the Pole a kick to the abdomen; the brunette took the opportunity to lock her rival in her submission move, the Black Widow.
Sylwia screamed, what was her opponent doing? That move wasn't scripted and now she had to find a way out of it. She was in the center of the ring, away from the ropes, so she had to use her strength to get rid of AJ. Cleverly, the blonde let herself fall from behind, where AJ held the grip, first knocking her opponent to the ground, also crushed by her weight.
AJ finally let go, putting her hands behind her back in pain, while Sylwia took the opportunity to get up and lean against the corner. Wiping off some of the blood that ran down her nose, Sylwia took a run up to kick her opponent, still on the ground, in the face. She knew it wasn't exactly a legal move, but she had to repay Black Widow's favor.
Once AJ was exhausted on the ground, Sylwia was not satisfied. She picked her up and hit a powerbomb, and then another. She would have even pulled off her own submission move, but her height prevented it.
Before the referee could ascertain AJ's condition, Sylwia stopped him and applied one last and final powerbomb before going for the pin.
One, two and three, her music blasted through the whole arena, as the crowd was left shocked by the result. Well, they were not shocked because she won, they were shocked by the brutality of it, a something never seen before in a women's match.
"And here's your winner and the new Divas Champion: Sylwia Wodiczko!"
Hearing the ring announcer saying it, that gave Sylwia literally goosebumps. On her knees, she let out a laugh as she pushed away hair from her face. Looking in the crowd, on the very first line, she could see her parents crying with joy and pride, and that caused her to have teary eyes, while trying to keep her character.
She got up, the referee raised her arm and handed her the championship. Sylwia grabbed it and kissed it before climbing the ropes to show it to the whole stadium, as a 'this was awesome' chant started to sound.
Once out of the ring and off the air, the 23-year-old girl immediately went to hug her family. They told how proud they were of her, which only led the girl to let go some happy tears. She was fucking proud of herself too.
The reaction backstage upon her return was simply amazing, with everyone giving her a round of applause. Surprisingly, also Stephanie McMahon and the rest of the board did not complain about the various unscheduled events, they just stated how evolution was made that night, and that was also thanks to her.
Stephen proposed making a toast to the new champion, and almost everyone accepted. Sylwia felt overwhelmed and happy about that.
Although, while grabbing her phone, she couldn't help but feel disappointed by the fact that Randy did not reach to her. For what she knew, he had no night shots or whatever, so theoretically he could have also watched her, but apparently she was wrong.
After some celebration backstage, the freshly champion decided to head back to her own locker room, to get ready to celebrate with her family and friends from Poland too. Opening the door and turning on the lights, the girl spotted a red rose bouquet on the table, a letter near it. Narrowing her eyebrows, she grabbed the letter, where it was just written 'I hope you like them', without any signature and written in a handwriting she didn't recognise. Honestly she was tempted to throw them in the trash.
But then she felt two arms circling her waist from behind and a pair of lips leaving a trail of kisses all the way down her neck, up to her jaw. A smile formed on her face, and, as if by instinct, she tightened the hands around her waist.
"I have never seen this belt look as good on anyone as it does on you." Randy spoke, his voice low, sensual. "Congratulations, champion."
The way he called her 'champion' simply did something to the young Polish girl, who turned so she could face him, her arms naturally placing around his neck; but she still was going to give him some sass. He still owned her some explanations. "Nice of you to show up." She only said, noticing how his blue eyes were stuck on her lips.
Randy just hummed in response, his only thought was kissing her and, damn, if she didn't look extremely tempting... He really missed her, but, as he went to lean in to finally kiss her, he felt her stopping by placing a hand on his lips. "What?" He couldn't help but roll his eyes in frustration.
"Seriously, Randy?" Sylwia snapped. "You think coming here would made me forget how you literally forgot me for the whole week?"
Holding her even tighter, Randy pushed away some hair from her face, weakly smiling at her. "I didn't forget you." He said. "I could never. I was just mad about the whole filming, and did not want to vent on you..."
"You could have." Sylwia rolled her eyes. "You know, coup... You can always count on me, on good and shitty days."
Smiling again, Randy kissed her forehead. "I know, but I did not want to ruin your mood." He kept saying. "I fucked up, again, I know, I do not have any good explanations, and I am so sorry about that."
In response, Sylwia only nodded, laying her forehead on his. "Well, you're here tonight..."
"Couldn't miss it for the world." Randy said, raising a hand to caress her cheek. "My girl finally all bejeweled."
Sylwia couldn't help but chuckle. "Nice show, wasn't it?"
"Nice is an understatement." The man said. "It was simply perfect, you were simply perfect. Hands down the best match of your career." As he spoke, she could hear how proud he was too.
"Are you gonna celebrate with me tonight?" She couldn't help but ask, taking both his hands in hers. "My family and friends will be here too..."
Did she said the wrong thing? Did she went too far? Because she couldn't forget the kinda shocked look on Randy's face, almost as she said the most stupid thing ever.
"Or maybe don't..."
"I would love to." Randy said, but it was clear that there was something coming. "But I do have to return to the set. Let's say they don't know about my short trip here for you."
Sylwia simply nodded, trying to hide her disappointment. "So you broke rules for me." She said, remembering what he said after. Well, at least that was something which showed her he cared enough.
"Rules, laws or faces, for you I'll break everything." Randy said, making her chuckle. "How much time do you have until meeting your family and friends?"
"I told them to wait for me to get ready." The girl replied, hinting that they had lot of time, considering how much time the girl needed to get ready. After all, perfection didn't take few seconds. "You know, I need a good shower first." She whispered into his ear, knowing exactly what she was doing.
And knowing it, she knew also how Randy couldn't resist to it. "Sounds like you need company."
"Do I?"
"Yes, you do."
"Then lead the way, kryminalista."
That was not how she planned or wanted to fully celebrate with him, but at least it was better than nothing. At least he was there for her, even for a little time.
—
Florida, January 2024
When Sylwia walked in a room, or anyplace, she literally could make the whole place shimmer, and Randy found himself always more amazed by how she could do it, even when doing absolutely nothing.
Bejeweled by her extraordinary beauty, by her charisma, by her simply being her, the woman was a real diamond in Randy's eyes; the brightest diamond.
Things were going well between them, and Randy had accepted the idea that Sylwia wanted, for obvious reasons, to take it easy this time. But this didn't stop Randy from organizing, as much as possible, activities to do together with their children, also to help them get used to being together and create a good bond.
That night he set up a nice family dinner in a nice restaurant in Orlando, all together. He picked Sylwia and Rafał up, like a proper gentleman, and made sure they both feel at ease. And now, here he was, as Sylwia was busy watching the kids, he was watching her, enchanted.
"Do I have something on my face?" The woman asked, after noticing the man's blue eyes on her. "Or in my teeth? Please, let not be it..."
Randy chuckled, taking her hand in his and kissing it, as the woman instinctively laid her head on his shoulder. "You're just too beautiful to not look at."
Sylwia let out a little laugh. "Smooth." She commented, a smile forming on her face.
It was such a nice feeling, being with him, even out in public and not having to hide anymore, not being anymore the secret. Those moments all together, that was what Sylwia ever wanted with him.
The night went absolutely amazing, as always, they all had a great time, and, by the time they reached Sylwia's house, all the kids already felt asleep. Holding Rafał in her arms, Sylwia made her way to the porch, accompanied by Randy, who let his daughters sleep in the back of his car.
"So..." Randy said, putting his hands in the pockets of his jacket. "What about we travel together for the next Smackdown?"
From his voice, Sylwia caught some nervousness, as he was scared by a negative reaction from her, as he was going too fast. That was kinda cute and she found herself chuckling. "Are you going shy now, Randall Orton?" She teased, taking a step toward him. "Pick me up then." She replied, looking at him directly in the eyes.
At her response, the man smirked, grabbing her hand and holding it, intertwining their fingers. "Your wish is my command, Sylwia Wodiczko." He said, then laying in to leave a kiss on a sleepy Rafał's forehead; he then looked at her. Since their little date in Nebraska at the ice skating rink, they did not share any other kiss, neither they mentioned it; but he wouldn't mind doing it again, in fact he needed it. "Goodnight, pretty girl." Randy spoke, his voice low, his eyes on her lips.
Noticing it, the woman smirked too and surprised him with laying her lips on his, catching him almost off guard. However, Randy did not waste any second in kissing her back, his arm slipping around her waist to bring her closer to his body. With her free hand, Sylwia grabbed his collarbone and intensified the kiss even more.
Left breathless, they stayed for some time close, with Randy who had intentions of letting her go anytime soon; but the thought of having their kids around made them reluctantly pulling away.
Kissing his lips one more time, Sylwia let go of him. "You have some of my lipstick." She couldn't help but laugh, making him laugh too. "Let me wipe that off."
Randy shook his head. "It's okay." He said. "So everyone will know I'm yours only." He blinked at her.
"Okay." The woman shrugged, opening her door. "Dobranoc kochanie."
Randy didn't know how long he stayed there, outside her house, smiling like a teenager boy on his first crush. With her, he truly felt bejeweled.
—
Published: 19 / 3 / 2024
Please, WWE had nothing better than Sami Zayn for Gunther at WM?? He's totally not worthy of facing the goat or dethroning him. What a joke.😂😂
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