Characters
Purple = Emma
Orange = Renee Young
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A new week begins as Emma struts down the backstage area, a black smile across her face, shades slanted up on her head, and complimenting her purple/black gear, even one of her brand new T-shirts tied around her waist!
The shirt was a soft fabric, black with
'It's All About ME' proudly labelled across the front in turquoise and purple, sort of fading from one into the other from top to bottom. Underneathe the text was a similarly colored drawing of her signature shades.
'#EmmaForChamp' reads across the back in the same color.
As she's plodding along, she comes across a group of referees and officials, gathered outside of the women's locker room.
"Relax Bayley, she's not here!"
"It could have happened to anybody! Your fans still love you!"
"And they're really excited to see you! Everyone is!"
A clearly shaken Bayley is slowly hobbling her way out of the locker room, a sad but half-decent attempt at a grin on her face as the group of officials try their damndest to motivate her to head to the ring for what's supposed to be her match.
The formerly happy-go-lucky hugger stops dead in her tracks, frozen with fear, her breathing coming to an abrupt halt, as she locks eyes with her definition of a nightmare; Emma.
Emma walks up to Bayley, slowly, enjoying the growing look of horror on now teary-eyed, even sweating Bayley. She ignores all the yelling nearby refs and is now face to face with Bayley, whose breathing is frantic and fearful. With her index finger, she gently boops her gloved hand on Bayley's nose, quietly going...
"Boo!"
Tripping over herself, Bayley falls backwards onto her big behind, scrambling on the floor and back peddling until she crawls her way back into the locker room, slamming the door shut behind her, curling up in a ball against it, effectively barricading herself inside.
"Kids, am I right?" Emma chuckles, continuing to make her way to WWE fan-favourite Renee Young for a sit-down interview, ignoring the angry referees yelling at her as she does so.
And shortly after, she enters a small room, a cheerful Renee there to greet her, dressed in a black pair of skinny jeans, a white tank top and a read leather jacket with matching heels sat relaxed in her seat, camera man at the ready.
"Hi! Thanks for coming Emma, this shouldn't take too long! Take a seat!"
Emma does so, though not really responding, a look of confusion on her face...
"Three... Two... One... Hey WWE Universe! Renee Young here, thank you for tuning in, and tonight I'm joined by Emma! Emma, thank you for join-
"Nonononono, umm, what's this? This a joke, or...?
Already the cheery Canadian felt like she was going to regret inviting her...
"I'm sorry?"
"You have a better seat than me... Why?"
"I... I don't pick the set Emma, I'm sorry, umm... Production, can we get a better-"
"Oh for the love of- no, this won't do! Emma starts to raise her voice, standing up and throwing her small seat off camera.
If you're going to interview ME, then do it properly! Give me your chair!
Young anxiously cleared her throat as she again repeated her request.
Can we get Emma a chair ple-"
"GIVE IT!" The sudden yelling maked Renee jump with fear, quickly standing and handing Emma her bigger, more comfortable chair. Emma starts to smile again, sitting and crossing her legs.
"That's more like it... Carry on.
A nervous Renee tries to proceed onwards, always a professional, despite the fact she's now left standing.
"So Emma, thank you for joining me. Umm... How did you initially react when WWE let you go?"
Emma leans foward, pissed off expression on her face as her forearms tense up on the chairs arm rests.
"Do I look like I want to talk about that? Really? Do you honestly think that's a topic I want to discuss?"
Poor Young is already flustered by the intimidating Aussie.
"I... I didn't mean... I just-"
"Did you come up with all these questions, Renee? Like are the next however many also yours?"
"I think we've gotten off on the wrong foot here Em-"
"SHUT UP! Ughhh, I can't believe I agreed to this... Wasting my time with somebody who's barely talented enough to be a bloody janitor. Renee already starts to tear up, not really sure what to even do in such a hostile situation.
"I can't even look at you right now, this is ridiculous..." An uncomfortbable silence falls as Emma sighs deeply and rests her head on her right fist. Renee stands and sheepishly bites at her nails, not daring to speak first.
"Right, if we're doing this, you're going to start doing as your guest says, got it?"
Renee nods her head, scowling as she's being talked down to in her own segment, like a misbehaved child.
"Good. Now, off with your clothes."
The quiet wimp raises her voice at last, eyes wide at the ridiculous request.
"WHAT?!?! Okay, this has gotten out of hand, I-"
As quickly as a semblance of courage came to Renee, it was gone, Emma smacking the taste out of her mouth, nearly knocking her over.
"Did I stutter? OFF! NOW!!!"
Renee slowly strips herself, her red heels and jaket first, then the skinny jeans, and her tank top. Renee's left standing in her white panties and push-up bra.
"AND THE UNDERWEAR! Jesus, Bayley was pathetic, but you? Literally useless."
Renee contains some whimpers as tears roll down her cheeks and drop onto her little pile of clothes. Finally, she's totally naked, her underwear joining that same pile.
Emma picks it all up, not even acknowledging Renee, and opens the door, throwing the clothes into the dirty trash can near the outside of the room. Renee jumps again slightly as Emma then slams the door shut.
"Now- ugh! Christ... I thought the horse was ugly naked... Are those supposed to be tits? Yeesh. Hold on.
Emma unties the shirt around her waist, throwing it in Young's face. Renee, desperate to hide her petite self from the cameras and millions watching, immediately puts the Emma shirt on. She wears it more like a tiny dress, the shirt barely covering her pussy and the very top of her thighs, Renee herself pulling down so it does so.
Emma rolls her eyes as Renee's eyeliner starts to run, so she takes her shades off the top of her head and puts them on Renee.
"Well I can't cure ugliness, but I can at least dress it well... Aren't you going to thank me? I DON'T GIVE OUT MERCH FOR FREE, Y'KNOW!"
"Thank you! Thank you Emma..." she sobs.
"This is just sad... Let's wrap this up." Emma orders the camera to be focused on her as she stands directly in front of it.
Hi Lexi! If you're watching this, and I know you are, Well... Sasha STILL hasn't shown up to work, Bayley's bed time kept her from competing so, little proposal - I'm going out to the ring right now. You're going to come out and join me for a little ol' no DQ match, and I'm going to ruin your goddamn life... Hope to see ya, champ!"
Emma walks away from the camera, her sweet ass swaying as she does. She grabs her shades off of Renee, putting them on herself.
"Now Renee, I don't give merch for free - you should be very thankful. SO, you're going to wear this shirt and NOTHING else on WWE programming from now on, okay?"
"B-b-bu-but"
"OKAY???"
"Yes! Yes yes, okay, okay... Thank you Emma... she croaks, still an emotional wreck.
"Good girl. Thank you for your time, Renee." she gives her a smack in the back of the head, before storming out of the room, the door slamming shut behind her. Renee is nursing the back of her head with one hand, keeping her shirt down with the other, her face red from crying. Her legs are bent inwards in a further attempt to censor herself, her small butt poking out the shirt from behind.
"... Back to you, WWE Universe..." she sniffles, barely keeping the ounce of dignity she has left as she tries to wipe away her tears.
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And there we go, Renee's little interview didn't go exactly according to plan... Can't say I mind how things played out though 
As always, constructive criticism/general feedback is super appreciated, and I hope you all enjoyed reading! 'Till next time!