𝗣𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂
𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗙𝗶𝘃𝗲

February, 2012

In the front row sat her family, her friends, smiling as they watched the evening's live matches, proudly waving a large Polish flag. As promised, they were all there cheering for her. February 12, 2012, a day that neither Sylwia nor her loved ones would ever forget: the day of her official debut.

"Is it okay?" The costume designer asked her, while tightening the girl's red gear top a little more. "Or is it too tight?"

"Actually you have to tight a little more." Sylwia admitted, mentally noting to get breast implants when her first money arrived. Once the costume designer had finished, the girl looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. "I look hot." She said to her own reflection, pushing back some hair and adding another layer of red lip gloss.

She was ready for an house live show, although she looked like WrestleMania ready with all that glam.

An attendant knocked on her dressing room door, warning her that there were only ten minutes until her debut. "Kick some asses and not let your hair extensions being ripped off!" The girl spoke again to her reflection in the mirror. Once last glance and she finally left her own dressing room.

A backstage worker showed her the way to the gorilla and, once she went there, she started to warm up. From the first time she joined the federation, her muscles were visibly bigger and more sculpted, but this still did not take away her femininity.

"Sylwia."

The girl almost froze in her place when she heard that voice. Since that night at the club a month ago, the girl had tried to have minimal interactions with Randy Orton, it was better that way.

"Randy."

The man now stood in front of her, in his ring gear, he still hadn't changed from his match, which just ended a couple of minutes ago. That day, Sylwia noticed that his wife and daughter were also at the stadium. Despite this, the girl still saw his interactions with fans, even with her unaware father, who, taken by euphoria and not knowing who those people were, also took a quick photo with the man. But she was sure Randy knew it was her father, that Polish flag was quite like an identification. Who else stood there with such a flag?

"I wanted to wish you the best of luck for your match." The man spoke, still a little out of breath.

"Luck is for losers." The girl replied, an awkward smile forming on her face. "But thank you, I guess."

Randy nodded, running a hand through his buzzcut. "Your father is nice." He said, a little smile now on his face too. "He asked for a photo."

"Yeah, he probably doesn't even know who you are." The girl nodded. "So..."

"And who am I exactly?" The man teased. "You look stunning, by the way." Randy said again, his blue eyes lingering on the girl's red gear. "Red is definitely your colour."

Once again, the girl felt her cheeks on fire from his compliment. "Stating the obvious, Randall." She let out a nervous laugh. "Uhm, I should probably go now..."

The man nodded again, leaning in and laying a hand on her left shoulder. "I believe in you." He stated, looking straight into her eyes. "I know you'll impress everyone today."

He removed his hand, gave her one last smile before turning his back on her and walking away, in the distance a little girl could be heard screaming 'daddy'. His daughter.

Sylwia gulped but soon recalled her confidence, ready to debut in just few minutes. Her first match would have been against Kelly Kelly, a match she knew she could easily win.

It seemed like a dream to her when her music rang out across the stadium; music composed especially for her and her character and which she adored. The audience, despite having no idea who she was, cheered anyway. The blonde made her entrance, moving sinuously up to the ring, ignoring the people in the front row who wanted to high-five; she jumped into the ring, holding onto the ropes and blowing a kiss to the crowd, before entering the ring, waving a hand to her family.

Not long after Kelly Kelly also made her entrance, joining Sylwia on the ring. The two blondes stood in front of each other at the centre of the ring, waiting for the official announcement.

"The following contest is scheduled for one fall!" The ring announcer said. "Presenting first, from Katowice, Poland, making her debut to the ring: Sylwia Wodiczko!"

The Pole smirked with a blink, hearing her family and friends literally going crazy for excitement. Then also Kelly Kelly had been introduced and their match was finally officially starting.

Another thing to keep in mind, if Sylwia were to fight the Florida blonde again in the future, was to bring some earplugs. How much did that girl scream? It was irritating.

It was Kelly Kelly who struck the first blow, slapping the Polish girl in the face, who, after incinerating her with her gaze, delivered a series of chops.

"Nie waż się tego nigdy więcej robić!" Sylwia yelled to her face, grabbing her hair and pushing Kelly's face on the mat, kicking her side just after, with the referee telling her to stop. After, Sylwia smiled and went to show off in front of the public. "Is this your idol?" She mockingly laughed. "Pathetic like everyone of you!"

Kelly Kelly got up and the match continued for even more minutes, eight at most. Kelly went for the pin two times, once after applying a hurricanrana to the Polish girl and the second one after a spear, but Sylwia always kicked out at two. From her side, the Polish girl surely made sure to leave an impression, executing several moves, such European uppercut, running knee and a super kick to the face.

It was when Sylwia performed a German Suplex on Kelly that the Pole understood that she just had to end the match. Jumping on the third rope, she performed her Moonsault, hitting her opponent perfectly, and she finally went for the pin.

One. Two. Three. The bell rang, she just won.

Her music started to play again and the referee raised her arm in victory. Sylwia laughed, pushing away some hair from her face.

"And here's your winner: Sylwia Wodiczko!"

Even though she presented as heel, the crowd applauded her, admiring her in-ring talent. The girl left the ring and straightly went to hug her family, waving proudly the Polish flag.

"Sylwia!" Her father said, kissing her on both cheeks. "I am so proud of you!" He raised her daughter's arms proudly. "She is my daughter!" He yelled to the people around him in his English.

Hearing those words melted Sylwia's heart. Every sacrifice, every tear, they were all worthy. Yes, it was only a meaningless match for many, but for her, for her family it was an indescribable pride; and it was only the beginning of something bigger.

Making her way backstage, Sylwia couldn't contain her happiness. Some superstars, such as Maryse, Mike, Elisabeth and Victoria, all congratulated her for the show she put on and, of course, her debut.

Randy, although, was not there.

On her way to her locker room, she spotted his wife and daughter leaving. The woman gave her a shy smile as she passed her, Sylwia weakly smiled back and nodded her head. It was less embarrassing than what she thought it would be. What a luck.

Once she was in her locker room, Sylwia quickly grabbed her phone to text her relatives to meet after the show, so they could all celebrate. Her smile still yet to disappear from her face, but how could she? She was too proud of herself too, as she should be!

However, a knock on her door made her return to reality. But also her happiness was real. Getting up from the settee, the blonde, still in her ring gear, went to open the door, just to be surprised by who was knocking.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Randy chuckled at the girl's reaction. "Couldn't help but personally congratulate our new superstar!" He said. "May I come in?" It was not really a question, since he entered anyway. "Close the door, pretty girl. We don't want to start rumours around."

"If I close it, then we will, you genius!" Sylwia snapped back, in a duh tone.

"Close it, Sylwia."

Sighing, she did it anyway. She watched as Randy looked around the room, for the stopping right in front of her. "You did a really good job out of here." He said. "But I never doubted about it."

"None did, let's be honest." The girl shrugged. "What can I say, looks like I'm born for this."

"Yes, you are." Randy nodded, taking a step even closer to her. "And I'm very proud of you, Sylwia Wodiczko."

"Thank you, Randy Orton." That closeness almost made Sylwia feel out of breath, something that Randy noticed.

He laid a hand under her chin, slightly lifting her face. "Am I making you nervous?"

"You want a lie or a truth?" Sylwia said, nervously. "You kinda are, so, if you can respect my personal spaces..."

"That's the thing, Sylwia. I just can't." The man let out a slight laugh. "I've tried to put some distance, to respect some boundaries, but you're making it extremely difficult even if doing absolutely nothing."

"Seems like you need some therapy." The blonde girl couldn't contain herself from saying. "I mean, I know I'm hot, but... The hell, Randy, you're fucking married!"

"Thanks for the reminder." Randy rolled his eyes. "But this does not stop this." He gestured himself and her. "No matter how bad does it sound. I cannot help it, Sylwia. You do things to me, do you understand?"

His voice was low, calm, Sylwia could only rest her eyes on his lips. For how long was she supposed to resist it too? "Randy." She called, grabbing his hand from her chin. "Your wife looks like a lovely woman."

"She is." He agreed. "But so are you."

She gulped. "I'm supposed to get ready... My family, friends, are all ready to celebrate." She hoped he would get the hint and leave now, before it could happen something irreversible, where there was no turning back.

"Just one thing." Randy said. "Allow me to do it. Then feel free to slap me, punch me, or whatever. Just..." He did not even finish the sentence that he crashed his lips on hers, cupping her face between his hands.

Sylwia widened her eyes, standing still like she couldn't move, taken back by his action. However, Randy did non even try to deepen the kiss, and pulled away just seconds after.

"Was that the best you could do?" The girl protested, a little louder than what she planned to. "Weak."

"Well, I was just trying to be respectful." Randy rolled his eyes. "But glad you did not kick my balls."

"Do not tempt me." Sylwia narrowed her eyebrows. Was he being serious? Respectful? "Well, Randy, I think you're too far away from that, so..." She took a deep breath and copied his action of cupping face. "Pobłogosław mnie." She spoke, looking up.

Once again her lips met his, this time it all started from her and, this time, it was all more intense, nothing like that chastity from before. Their tongues fighting for dominance, his hands all over her hips, while she pressed even more her body on his.

Sylwia would never have gone this far, but when Randy kissed her for the first time, it was done. And if it was done, at least it had to be done well. The line had been crossed already.

Kissing Randy was different than kissing all the boys she'd kissed up to that day; Randy was more passionate, more sensual, so wrong but so right at the same time. For Randy, however, kissing Sylwia was like rekindling a burning fire in him, a desire he had never felt until then.

Breaking that kiss was a delusion for both of them.

"Don't be surprised if I won't get enough of this, pretty girl!" Randy laughed, ruffling her blonde hair and wiping away the red lipstick she left on his lips. "That was incredibly addicting."

"Whatever!" The girl snapped, opening the door and literally pushing him out. She reserved him a sarcastic smile. "Do not dream of me too much!"

And with that, she closed the door right at his face.

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October 2023

It was a Monday night, just after Raw went off air, when Sylwia Wodiczko, accompanied by her good friend Walter, knocked on Paul Levesque's door. Both the Polish woman and the Austrian man carried big smiles on their faces.

Once they were good to enter, Paul couldn't help but notice those smiles. "Two of my favourite superstars!" The man said, returning the smile. "What do I owe this visit?"

Both Sylwia and Walter sat down, sharing a look for then looking at Paul. It was the Polish woman who spoke. "Paul." She stated. "I want to return fight."

Paul couldn't have received better news from the Polish woman. "Are you serious?" He asked, still incredulous. "Or am I seeing things now?"

"I'm being super serious!" From her tone of voice, from the light in her eyes, Sylwia seemed to be the girl from years past. "My sister and her husband are moving to Florida, they're willing me to help with Rafał." She smiled. "I'm not alone anymore!"

"You've never been alone!" Walter said, causing Paul to nod in agreement. "You've always had us." Even though they had only known each other for a short time, Walter had quickly become her best friend, as had Fabian and Marcel.

Sylwia was really thankful for having them in her life.

"Well." Paul clapped his hands, still smiling. "Welcome back to the real Sylwia Wodiczko!" He said, shaking her head. "It was about time!"

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Monday Night Raw

Sylwiawodiczko I should have managed Imperium instead of these crazy women.😭😭

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Published: 12 / 12 / 2023

Besties, do you have any reccomendations for some good books -other than mines, obviously- on my Imperium babies?? I can read in Ukrainian -I'd be damned if I couldn't read in my mother language-, Italian, German, French and of course English, so pls, let me know if you know some.

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