"You can fuck right off!"

John walked into Blake's hospital room seeing her argue with the poor nurse, young kid was just trying to do his job.

"Ma'am I have to give you this IV, it's helping with your seizures." The young man said.

"I already have medication for this shit, if you try sticking that needle in my arm I'll put it in your fucking throat." Blake threatened.

"Easy Blake." John said. "You and I both know you need it."

The only person she'd listen to was John himself. If it was any of her siblings or even family she'd tell them to stick it up their ass and leave her alone but John was like her older brother who knew how to get through to her.

Blake huffed after an intense staring battle with him, John obviously winning. She stuck out her arm to the young guy and looked the other way as he tried finding a vein. The second he did, he inserted the IV and practically ran out of there.

"Can you stop harassing the hospital staff?" John sighed and stood at the edge of her bed.

"Everyone here controls what they put in my body so sorry if I don't want to be under anymore medication." She rolled her eyes.

John crossed his arms as his mind recalled what she said a few days ago. Retirement. A word he himself didn't even want to face. Only because WWE was his home, and even though he parted ways with it, he never really left home. He'd always pop up here and there, make big promos and matches, he couldn't imagine a world without it. His heart felt for Blake as he also knew WWE was her home. Her pride and joy. The reason she got up everyday at 5 am and worked her ass off in the gym. The reason she spent hours constantly training and always finding ways to perfect her skills. In all honesty he was scared of what life for Blake would be like without wrestling. Would she go back to doing fentanyl? Or even worse? Would she kill herself accidentally?

"I'm doing it." Blake spoke, snapping him out of his thoughts. "Vince came by and we had a long talk."

"What'd he say?" He wondered.

"Well he kind of cussed me out when I told him I actually was an epileptic, but he agrees it's for the best. They offered me a position backstage and behind the scenes... But I think I just need to step back for a little while." She fiddled with her hospital gown.

John nodded in agreement. "You scared?"

Blake looked into his eyes. "Terrified. However the next time I'm in a match I don't want the fans to see me die in that ring."

"How people die remains in the memory of those who live on." John stated.

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Blake walked through the hallways as her heels clicked with every step she took. The title over her shoulder as she headed for the ring.

"Blake..."

She looked up and met Finns sorry eyes. Nothing but a feeling of abandonment washed over her. She became sad as she remembered once upon a time he was one of the two people who really made her wall come down.

"Finn." She bit the inside of her cheek.

"Offering another challenge?" He looked at her title.

"Something along those lines." Blake muttered.

Finn went to touch her hand but she stepped back and cleared her throat.

"I should get going." Blake quietly said and started walking.

He grabbed her arm and spun her around, "look at. Look at me." Finn grabbed the sides of her face and forced her to look at him.

She felt the tears form in her eyes as she looked at him finally. She loved him. She loved Finn Balor. She didn't know what to do with this feeling. She loved him but also hated him at the same time. How is that possible?

"I'm sorry Blake." Finn whispered as his forehead leaned against hers.

"You left me... And I needed you Finn." She cried. "I'm fucking sick and you left me when I needed you the most."

"Blake I couldn't stand on the sidelines and watch you slowly fade away. Your epilepsy was one thing but being addicted to fentanyl... One of the most easiest things to get addicted to. I just couldn't do it." Finn heavily sighed as he held the sides of her face, his thumbs occasionally wiping away the tears that streamed down her face.

Blake let out a sob. "Why couldn't you just help me and stay? I hate you.. I hate you Finn." She wanted to pull back but her body didn't let her move. "You're a fucking coward and I would have never done this to you... I would have never done this to you." Blake's voice cracked.

"I'm so sorry..."

Blake pushed him off, and then hit him. Then hit him again and again and again. Finally Finn caught her arms as she began to yell at him.

"You wish I was different? So do I? You fucking hate me for my choices? So do I!"

"I don't hate you Blake! You're sick and you need to get help!" Finn yelled back at her.

He never yelled at her. Not once. Not ever. Even when her nineteen year old self had a little fling with him when she first started WWE, he never raised his voice towards her in any way.

Blake leaned against the wall, Finn having a look of regret on his face.

"Did you know that I loved you?" She broke the silence. "I'm not talking about obsession, fighting, or fucking. I'm talking about love."

Finn looked down at her title that had fallen on the floor.

"Did you feel loved by me?..." Blake wondered,
wiping her face.

For a moment he stayed quiet, then shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know."

Those three words shattered her heart, one of the broken pieces stabbing her in the chest. She wasn't expecting that answer.

Blake didn't say anything else. She grabbed her title and walked off, he watched her figure disappear into the hallway.

And that ladies and gentlemen was the love story and Blake and Finn. Broken from the start.

Blake didn't waste anymore time, she made her entrance, taking it in as this would be the last time she'd be walking down a ramp with a title wrapped around her waist.

Grabbing a microphone, the emotions caught up to her once again. "As much as I wanted to come out here and celebrate my win from Sunday... I can't. As many of you saw... I was injured during the match. And not just any concussion or knee or arm issues... I had a seizure in the ring. And that's because my real name is Blake Garcia Colace and I'm an epileptic. And to be honest guys... It's getting worse. And it's leaving me with no choice but to retire."

She paused, seeing the thousands of fans hearts break.

"WWE is my life and as much as I want to keep wrestling I don't want you guys to see me die during a match in this ring because without you none of my success would be possible! You guys didn't see me as the third Bella, you guys saw me as a single competitor and the only thing I had in common with the Bella Twins was the last name 'Bella.' You guys seen me as Blake Bella, The Boss, The Blueprint, The Standard. And I can't thank you guys enough. It's been such a privilege to come out here and wrestle for you all, but I'm not getting any better. Thank you guys so so much for everything you've done for me and know I will always be The Boss of this company. And you can bank on that!"

She dropped the microphone and took in the area. Her vision was blurry due to all the crying she had been doing.

"Thank you Blake! Thank you Blake! Thank you Blake!"

"This is your house! This is your house!"

Blake walked back through the curtains where she seen basically all of the wrestlers standing there. She walked straight towards Liv and put the title around her waist, buttoning in the back for her. Liv was undoubtedly taken back.

"It's your show now." Blake told her.

Liv bursted into tears and hugged her. "I'm so sorry Blake."

"Promise me you'll defend that title for me." Blake mumbled into Liv's shoulder.

"I will. I promise. You just... Please take care of yourself." Liv cried.

Blake pulled back and gave her one last smile before saying her goodbye to everyone else. Vince was surprisingly the hardest one to part ways with. But after everyone let her go she walked out of gorilla and seen Joe standing there, waiting for her.

"It was really fun working with you." Blake gave him a playful push. "But stop being an uptight douchebag."

Joe took in a deep breath. "Take care of yourself alright?"

"You too." She smiled and leaned up to give him a kiss on the cheek.

With nothing more being said, she faced forward and walked away.

"Blake." Joe said.

"Yeah?" She turned around.

He practically stomped towards her as he grabbed her face, pulling her in for a kiss.

"Joe! You're on!"

The two pulled apart from each other.

"I.. I um, gotta go." He stuttered.

"Y–yeah, of course." Blake nervously chuckled.

"I'll see you." Joe hesitantly said before turning back around.

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"Don't worry, you'll get your happy ending." Randy assured Blake.

She'd return back to her moms house but only to collect the rest of her belongings. Her parents and sister were out, Randy made sure no one was home to help her move the rest of her things out. But she was smart and wouldn't dare tell her mom or even Randy where she was going next.

Blake scoffed which earned a, "what?" from Randy.

She zipped up the duffel bag. "So call it pride or vanity, but after the life that I've led, I refuse to drift off into the sunset."

Randy went to respond but instead was interrupted by commotion coming from the front of the house.

"Mom stop!" They heard Brie say.

"I knew it!" Kathy ran into the room with the twins and Artem behind her. "I knew she was here! How could you lie to me Randy?"

"Blake Garcia what do you have to say for yourself?!" Kathy huffed.

Blake put the bag over her shoulder and went face to face with her mom. "My whole life, I sought the approval I was denied by man I thought was my father. You turned me into the weakling he hated. Look at me! You rant and rave about the monster I have become but you, you mother... You are the author of everything I am."

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Blake left her family behind that day. Every number, every text, every email, every follow, she removed them all.

And it felt good.

Because in the end, we're left infinitely, and utterly alone.

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"Sweetheart I'll slaughter you and play jump rope with your intestines." The man laughed as he disappeared into his office.

"Is he always such an soulless inconsiderate asshole?" The girl rolled her eyes, refusing to show her fear.

"He wasn't always like this." The second in command, Dean spoke.

"Dean don't say anything." Another man by the name of Seth warned.

"It's a fun story Rollins." Edge nudged him.

"Story?" The girl grew curious.

Dean looked to see if the boss was still around. The coast was clear.

He leaned in closer. "In the night, I hear 'em talk the coldest story ever told. Somewhere far along this road, he lost his soul... To a woman so heartless."

"He was engaged to another top mafia queen. One of the ruthless women in Italy. They met, fell in love. Only his mistake was thinking she could love." Seth elaborated. "One night he woke up to the smell of gasoline. She stood over their bed with a gun pointed at his head, she was gonna burn their house down with him in it."

"He did what he didn't want to do." Edge said. "He shot her and burnt the house down once he got out. Her body burned that night, only they couldn't find her. Firefighters said her ashes were mixed with the wood from the house since it was an old one built in 1892."

"What was her name?" The girl wondered.

"Velia Nicoletta Vitale."

She smirked. "Do you guys know what Velia means?"

All the men shook their heads.

"Hidden."