The NXT women's locker room had always been a strange place for Y/n, but tonight it felt like a pressure cooker. She was the only woman on the roster not paired up for the mixed tag team tournament, and the air was thick with the kind of tension that had nothing to do with competition. A few lockers down, Bronco Nima was pretending to adjust his wrist tape, but his eyes kept flicking over to her. Across the room, Jevon Evans was bouncing on the balls of his feet, grinning like he'd just won the lottery. Neither of them was subtle.
