Dyna and Distortia signed autographs and smiled for snowy pictures with fans lined up outside before smackdown. The duo had snagged a taxi out front of the hotel, both women liked to gear up early and they strolled inside the stadium after a frozen 15 minutes. Kylie stopped when she heard a familiar deep laugh from down the hallway where the menâs locker room was, turning to Heather only to find out she had lost her. Retracing her steps back through the backstage area, Kylie found her friend at the catering table. Kylie laughed out loud as she watched her drop all of her bags, pulled off her beanie and gloves and scarf and was picking over fruit and vegetables, she popped two celery sticks into mouth and lined her plate with more. Nothing came between these girls and their food, well except maybe one thingâŚÂ
âLadies, you need to get to makeup, Neville and Distortia will open smackdown with an attack on Daivari and Kendrick. Kyle the stage manager and his headset that never stopped buzzing was finishing up his own plate. âOH snap!â both women grabbed up their stuff and hurried to the locker room. Distortia sat in the wwe makeup chair and waited, her full leather bodysuit wasnât as full coverage as it used to be. A plunging neckline, mesh cutouts on her hips and thighs made the pants look more like tasteful ragged worn tights. Her boots were the only color, deep purple and they came up almost mid thigh. It was edgy, Kylie always felt like Distortia was a sexy, acrobat of some sort in her new leotard. She kinda missed her mask though, ever since her debut Distortia had worn a âmankindâ lady mask that made her look even more twisted. However earlier this year at Wrestlemania Distortia would again battle one of her biggest foes, Dyna, in a Career vs Mask match. If Distortia won, Dyna was to leave the WWE forever, and if Dyna won then Distortia had to get rid of the mask. Dyna may have won the match with a clean pin but Distortia destroyed her manager Bailey, or Erin, in a rage after she had to remove her mask. It gave Erin time off to have surgery and gave the two real life best friends new avenues to pursue. Dyna would be traded to smackdown in the draft and Distortia would be inconsolable in the loss of her identity, until King Neville recruited her of course.Â
Just as she closed her eyes to daydream, her makeup artist Malia from the glam squad popped up out of nowhere and spinned her chair causing Kylie to jump. âOH MAN IM SORRY I THOUGHT YOU HEARD ME COMING UP.â Both girls dropped into a fit of laughter. âOH wow I am sorry, I was daydreaming and completely missed you.â âOH no worries Kyle, what do you want to do tonight? purple or green?â âHmm surprise me. Just make me look wicked.â Kylie said.  âYou got it. So who were you day dreaming about?â Malia was very sweet but a gossip queen, âOh you know, just my sweet chihuahua fur baby Max at home. I really miss my dog.â âOH haha how sweet.â As Malia went to work, Kylie watched a group from the male roster come around the corner into the foyer area, Neville stepped out from behind Tye Dillinger, the cruiserweights had invaded smackdown as Raw was long enough already. 205 live took place right after smackdown so it made sense. They all had plates of food, and drinks and sat down at one of the tables in the foyer area to eat. Kylie hadnât been spotted, so she just watched. Watched as neville laughed, and cut up with his friends. Watched as the muscles rippled and wrinkled his shirt, and remember the full weight him on top of her and inside her. She watched his push the tomatoes out of salad, he hates tomatoes  and sour cream. She daydreamed about when he sucked on her lip rings as he was fucking her, she remembered his hands were strong but gentle. When Malia broke through her trance, âOh I see now, a queen is smitten with her king.â Kylie just giggled at her lame joke. âHe is very intense, I donât know how yaâll do it sometimes. He seems intense outside the ring too, I mean is he always so brash when he is travelling?â Malia rambled as she blended Kylieâs face. âUh no actually he is very quiet outside wrestling.â Kylie peeped through one eye at Neville, âHeâs funny too, just gotta catch him in a good mood.â Malia laughed, âSo what look are you wanting tonight?â âWicked and dark as usual. Maybe some glitter, and nude lips. I want the focus on my eyes for the promo.â Kylie was giving a pretty cool speech tonight and she wanted to leave an impression.
âSami, really?â Heather was giggling so hard as she watched him shovel pizza in his mouth. âHow about a pizza kiss?â he puckered up at her several time before wiping his mouth. Heather pretended to be grossed out and push him away, she was perched on top of an equipment box with Sami settled between her knees. Dressed in her ring gear and a hoodie, she sat with a makeup less face and as she pulled her hair into a clip something caught Samiâs eye âOH my goodness Heather I left a mark on your neck.â He faked shock and then smiled devilishly. âYes I know, I saw, I am waiting for Courtney on the glam squad to help me so word doesnât get out about Heather has a hickey and wonât come clean about who, or how or why.â She rolled her eyes and watched him eat. She went back to telling him a fan story when Nia came out of the locker room causing them to separate. Giving them a quizzical look but not pressing the issue she greeted both and continued on her way. âNia where you going?â Sami shouted at her, âMakeup homie.â âOH shit not before me your arenâtâ Heather sprang off the box and ran down the hall blowing a kiss to sami as she zoomed by, elbow wrestling Nia around the corner and sliding into the makeup chair just as Natalya was getting out. âDAMN GINAâ Courtney the makeup artist looked startled as the tornado of bodies and hair came at her, all the women broke out into laughter. Sami walked over to the table near the makeup foyer, Neville was just finishing up his dinner, âAye how did your room arrangement work out?â Neville smiled at his friend. âOh you know,â Sami shrugged and smiled sheepishly. âIt worked out, what about you, howâs the suite life?â âAye.â Neville stood up and stretched. âWell mate, time to get ready to work.â Distortia caught his attention out of the corner of his eye as she hopped up from the makeup chair. Neville stopped; Her bodysuit didnât show as much skin as the other divas but it left little to the imagination. Neville practically wiped drool from his lips as Kylie bend over the vanity mirror to inspected her eye makeup. She would be wickedly styled and stealing the show as she always did, Neville had to hold himself. He knew Distortia would be giving a long promo tonight and it was already a hassle keeping his composure around her. Sami was watching Heather get primped and styled for Smackdown, her blonde hair was long and soft, she always smelled so good and he couldnât help but drift back to their shower together. Neville could see the far off look in his friendâs eyes, but nudged him a little when the new day came barrelling around the corner in a ball of chatter and laughter. âAye, cmon brother, letâs get ready to wrestle.â Neville shot the girls a long stare and then walked back to the locker room.
Kylie watched Courtney start Heatherâs makeup, her nerves were starting to build as the time for the show to start dwindled down. âListen you canât act like a total diva at the hotel again, itâs so embarrassing. Those people are just doing their jobs to provide for their families and that poor girl looked terrified of you.â Heather looked up at her friend, âOh yeah I know, I was acting. I tipped her well trust me.â she waved her off. âActing like a raging brat.I canât imagine Sami thought that was cute.â Kylie muttered. âHeather sat forward interrupting her makeup. âNo Honey I was ACTING as the distraction.â Heatherâs voice was low so Malia behind her didnât even notice, Courtney just ignored the exchange as she usually did. âOoooH ok ⌠I was going to say, I canât believe youâre pulling some bullshit about having your gear cleaned when you and I had both of ours cleaned in St. Louis anyways.â Kylie giggled, she should have known Heather was up to something. âWait what for?â Kylie was still lost. âI thought yall needed a room.â âKYLIE I didnât want to go UP to your room, when I HAD MY OWN ROOM.â Heather watched the truth fill Kylieâs eyes, and both girls busted into laughter again. Courtney pulled back Heatherâs hair to finish up and all women saw the mark at the same time. âOHâŚâ Kylie clapped her hand over her mouth but she couldnât stop the initial carry in her voice. Thankfully Courtney had enough snap to step in close and in front of Nia Jax and Maliaâs view of the hickey. âOhhhhhhhh my God I love my eye makeup Malia thanks.â Kylie tried to save the moment, primped her hair in the mirror and winked at the glam squad. Courtney made quick work of Samiâs signature and finished up Heatherâs hair without a second look, Heather loved that about her. âAlright superstars, all done.â âThank Court, you are the best.â Heather hugged her, one glance in the mirror reminded her that her new ring gear was badass yet comfortable. For years it was skimpy, glittery bright color tops and shorts that were so damn itchy and horrible but not anymore. Dyna had traded her shorts for black matte leather pants, a cropped black or white tank top with crazy texas inspired kick pads on her shins and a long crystal encrusted duster jacket. She felt more like a female undertaker then her normal, country bumpkin self but thatâs where they were going with it, Heather flipped her hair one more time as she walked to the locker room, watching her best friend walking in front of her even Heather was feeling pretty emotional. She had the best job in the world, in front of amazing fans, with two of her best friends and now hopefully she had met a man she could share that with.Â
The entire arena vibrated with sound and emotion. Distortia stood at the on ramp waiting for the music to hit, feeling the hum of her entire universe as Smackdown Live was about to start. Neville came up and give her a slight squeeze around her waist, Daivari would be back there soon enough as Neville was to attack him. Kylie quickly kissed Neville as her music hit, she waited for her cue and then busted through the black curtain, into a flood of stage lights and smoke as the crowd screams sent vibrations through her body.