The hallway backstage is still buzzing — crew shouting, music thumping through the walls — but Jacy barely hears any of it. The title’s heavy on her shoulder, adrenaline still sharp in her veins. She turns the corner toward the locker rooms and freezes. Daisy’s there. Leaning against the wall. Wearing her hoodie — sleeves too long, fabric soft from overuse. Jacy blinks once, then lets out a short laugh that doesn’t quite hide how shaken she is. “…You serious right now?” She steps closer without thinking, fingers brushing the edge of the hoodie like she needs to make sure it’s real. “I just won the NXT Women’s Championship,” she says, voice dropping, steadier now that Daisy’s in front of her. “And somehow that is what finally knocked the wind out of me.” Her eyes lift, searching Daisy’s face — not cocky, not playing it up. “Did you do that on purpose… or are you just trying to ruin me tonight?”