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Dominik
Dom was having the worst day, scratch that the worst week, no no no Dom was having the worst year of his god damn life so far.
His life had gone from almost perfect to a mess in 6 months. Anyone could pinpoint the moment his life turned from bad to fucked up. But Dom knew it had been destroyed weeks before that.
It was the Sunday before RAW. Lying in a random hotel room he had booked at the last minute, he was doomscrolling social media when another video of him popped up.
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The footage was shakey, obviously taken on a phone camera by a fan. The audio was not fully clear throughout the video, cutting in and out. It didnt need to be, the important parts of the arguments sounded clear.
Clear on camera stood Dominik chest to chest with none other than Finn Balor outside of the hotel used by most atheletes when wrestling in this city. Their stance alone was aggressive, tension visible on both of their faces.
JD was trying to get between the two men, hands pressed flat against their chest, as if he would be the one able to stop this from getting physical.
"You are nothing but the child i pulled out from underneath Mami's skirt, if i knew you were just going to stay a pussy i wouldve left you there" Finn spat at Dom his face snarling.
"YOU! You took everthing from me! You couldnt handle being in Damiens shadow so you fucking ruined my life and forced me into...." Dominik voice was loud, his accent coming out thick in anger.
"I didnt force you do anything, you chose to betray her, you chose to rub her enemey in her face, and now what, now you think youve figured it out and you can just go and beg back under that Slag.." Finn was looking at Dom with a smug expression.
Finn didnt get another word out. Dom had slammed his fist forward connecting with his upper cheek, the force of the blow causing Finn to stumble back trippin over his own feet onto the pavement below.
JD finally reacted and began pushing Dom further from Finn. Turning his attention back to his partner now on the concrete.
"Im fucking done with your Irish dracular ass. Find someone else to fight your battles, Carry your shit, doing the matches you claim are so beneath you but in reality you couldnt win if you tried" Spat Dominik, looming over finn the close he could get with Jd being on gaurd. Unclenching his fists at his side Dominik turned, grabbing his discarded duffle bags and storming off.
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The video ended, moving to replay automatically as Dom dropped his head back, dropping his phone to the side and clicking it shut.
He was wrong; this day could get worse. Dominik couldn't find it in him to care that he was no longer a member of The Judgment Day.
In fact after finding out how far Finn was willing to go, the slimy bastard that he was, he was grateful he was no longer aboard the sinking ship.
But now everyone would be aware he was alone, all the enermies he had made in TJD would know, know that he no longer had the protection of his faction and would be gunning for him. Plus with him laying Finn out like that, Dom knew that would be retaliated.
His mind slipped to where it always did: her. Rhea. Mamì. Everything he had done to her. Everything Dominik had helped do to her—hurt her, make her feel insecure. Dom felt bile creep up his throat at the thought.
He missed her so much, his chest would ache daily at the thought. Yet he knew there was no way to come back from everything he has done.
Thoughts of her reminded him of the other person he had betrayed, his brother Damien.
Both had cared for him, loved him, treated him like family, yet he had let himself be manipulated away from them. He had taken everything they had given for granted and ruined their family.
He couldn't rewrite the past. Dominik knew that, but maybe it was time he atoned for his sins. It wasnt going to be easy he knew that, it would be akin to hell.
Oh well Dominik thought as he let out a desperate sigh, whats a little hell without terror?