Chapter 18: Ringside & Red Flags
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The WWE headquarters buzzed with energy the moment Skye stepped in.
Not the same as music.
Not the same as film.
This was different.
Bigger. Louder. Raw.
“Okay… don’t freak out,” she muttered to herself as she walked down the hallway toward Triple H’s office.
Too late.
“Yo—you good?”
Skye turned—and her eyes widened instantly.
“No way…”
Standing right in front of her was Batista.
She froze for half a second.
Then—
“I grew up watching you!” she blurted out.
Batista laughed. “That makes me feel old—but I’ll take it.”
She laughed nervously. “No, seriously, you’re a legend.”
As she moved along, it only got crazier.
She spotted Rey Mysterio talking with his son Dominik Mysterio.
“Hi!” she said, almost too excited.
Rey smiled warmly. “Hey, Skye.”
Dominik gave a small nod. “Big fan.”
She blinked. “Wait—you’re a fan of me?”
They both laughed.
Further down, she nearly lost it again.
“Damien?!”
Damian Priest turned, smirking slightly. “You sound excited.”
“I am excited,” she admitted. “I love your work.”
He gave a small nod. “Appreciate that.”
—
And it didn’t stop there.
She passed a group of powerhouse women—
Bianca Belair, glowing with confidence.
Ronda Rousey, calm and intense.
Rhea Ripley, unapologetically dominant.
Becky Lynch, sharp and iconic.
Jade Cargill, powerful and poised.
Skye shook her head, smiling to herself.
“Okay… this is insane.”
—
A knock.
“Come in.”
Inside, Triple H sat behind his desk, focused but welcoming.
“Skye,” he nodded. “Good to see you.”
They got straight into it.
Plans.
Timing.
Expectations.
And then—
“It’s official,” he said. “You’re hosting WrestleMania this year.”
Skye smiled.
Big.
Real.
“Let’s do it.”
“It’ll be at SoFi Stadium,” he added. “Downtown LA. Biggest stage possible.”
Her heart raced.
“I’m ready.”
—
Afterward, Triple H walked her out himself, the two of them talking, laughing lightly.
“You handled that like a pro,” he said.
“I’m trying,” she replied.
As they turned the corner—
She stopped.
“Oh my God…”
Standing there was Stephanie McMahon.
“Hi!” Stephanie smiled.
“I love you,” Skye said instantly, no hesitation.
Stephanie laughed. “I love you too.”
—
And then—
The moment.
The legend.
The Undertaker.
Skye froze.
“Hi…” she said, almost breathless. “I’m a huge fan.”
He gave a slight nod. “Likewise. I’ve heard your music.”
Her eyes widened. “Wait—really?”
“I don’t usually do this,” she added quickly, a little nervous. “But… can I get a hug?”
A pause.
Then—
“Come on,” he said simply. “Hug away.”
She stepped in and hugged him.
Then pulled back, smiling like a kid.
“Oh my God… I just hugged The Undertaker.”
He gave a faint smile.
—
Everything felt unreal.
Perfect.
A dream.
—
Until her phone buzzed.
She glanced down.
Unknown number.
Again.
Her stomach tightened slightly as she opened it.
“You blocked me, right?”
Her expression dropped.
Another message came through.
“You shouldn’t have done that, my love.”
Her grip tightened around the phone.
“I appreciate you… but that wasn’t nice.”
Her heart started to race.
“I’m still a big part of your life.”
She stopped walking.
“What the hell…?” she whispered.
—
Later that night…
She didn’t wait.
“Preston,” she said the moment he picked up. “I think I need help.”
“I’m coming over,” he replied instantly.
—
At her house…
Preston sat across from her, listening carefully as she explained everything.
The messages.
The blocking.
The way it kept coming back.
“You gave your number out anywhere?” he asked.
“No.”
“Posted it?”
“Never.”
He frowned slightly.
“Then how does he have it?”
Skye shook her head slowly. “I don’t know…”
A pause.
“Maybe… from a fan page?” she suggested.
Preston leaned back, thinking.
“No,” he said quietly. “This feels different.”
She looked at him.
“What do you mean?”
His expression tightened slightly.
“I think this is someone closer than you think.”
—
Silence filled the room.
And for the first time—
This didn’t feel like random messages anymore.
This felt real.
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