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" baby, " hands find either side of his face, gentle touch despite the fire burning inside. she had been angry before, but now becky lynch had murder on her mind. amber hues dart between his. lip purses outward in signature pout. heavy, heaving breaths. " i'm gonna kill 'im. " / @rvyalfamily noc starter.

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@rvyalfamily​   <3′d

       the   sound   of   metallic   chair   colliding   with   wall   just   a   foot   from   him     echoes   through   the   entire   room,   anger   bubbling   to   the   surface  like   a   raging   inferno    that   could   not   be   stifled,   snuffed  out.  they  never   fought,   ever.    but   now?    the   floodgates   were  opened   and   there’s   no    way   to   stop    it.     it’s   one   thing   to   be   jealous,   but   her   husband,   the   man   she  loved   with   every   fier   of   her   being,    had   crossed   a   line,   made   a   scene   at   her   new   place   of   work,   in   front   of   not   only   their   friends,   but   the   audience   that   adored   and   hated    them   both   in   equal    measure.    she   couldn’t   take   it   anymore.   no,   it   wasn’t   a   joke    .    .   .     but   she   couldn’t   fathom   why   it’d   be   anything   else.     “     ya   goddamn   dope!   “    she   yells   at   the   top   of   her   lungs.     “    ...    what?    ya   think   i’m   gonna   sleep    with    everyone    whose   number    i’ve   got    ‘round   here,   huh?    that’s   what   you    believe,   innit?    “     

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@turnstogreatness​   for   becks    to    lick   damian.

cloak’s   hood   is   pulled    back,    stunning    reveal   once   more   of    the   judgement   day’s    newest     faction    member,    the   man   herself,  becky  lynch.   slow   and    sure    approach     as    boot    clad    feet    come    up    to   the    other.    chestnut   hues,   igniting   with    a    familiar    fire,    lock   upon   the   eyes   of   damian    priest    before   boldly   leaning   forward   to   lick   the   flesh    nearest    wandering   tongue.    slowly,    she   pulls   back,   sea   of   orange   hair   tossed    back   with   wicked   grin.     

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contact:   nattie   

(   sms  )     rebecca,  christ  ...   okay,  mom  ...  calm  down.   (   sms  )     what’s   that?  

as   she   waits    for   the   next   message,     she   pulls   on    her   signature   cloak     she’d    grown    so   comfortable   in.    becky’s   already    rattled    by    the   use   of   her    full    first    name,    something   she   already    did   not   care    for,    never    mind    what    was   to   come   next.    she’s   practically   seething    after    reading    the   last   message.  

(   sms   )     watch   your   bloody   mouth,   lass    ...     you   can   say   what   you   want   about   me    being    with   them,   i    don’t    care    about    that,   but    you   leave   them   out   of   this,   you   hear   me?    (   sms   )     i   love   you,   but    if    you   touch   him,   you’ll    regret    it,    got   it?     

B E C K Y​:

contact:   nattie 

(   sms   )    good   on    ya,    lass.    that’s   using   your   head.   (   sms   )    okay,    i    know.    but   this   isn’t    4hw,    besides   i   got   my   best   lad   finn    with    me.   he’d   die   before   he   let    anything   happen   to   me.   likewise.   but,   of   course,    you   got   it.    eyes   are   peeled.   

(   sms:   unsent   )      i    miss   you.   (   sms:   unsent   )      wish   i   could   see   you.  

(    sms    )       just   know   this   doesn’t   change   us,    we’ll   put   on   one   hell   of   a   show   in   that   ring,   but   i    won’t   let   this   turn   me   against   you.    got   it?   

CONTACT → Becky 👿

Her first text made Nat’s lips twitch with annoyance. She knew Becky long enough to know she like to make jokes... but there was nothing funny about this conversation.

[text - sent]: Okay Rebecca. Okay.

[text - sent]: I know and I get it, you owe Finn your career and pretty much your life. I’m not admonishing that. As a matter of fact I don’t have a problem with you being with them except for one thing...

[text - sent]: You keep that annoying ass chihuahua Dom-Dom or whatever the hell you call him on a leash. Next time he’s in my face I won’t hold back.

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@rvyalfamily​    +    @twotonesoffun​    :     for   the   brollmare  thing  .   

      she   stands   across   the   room   from    them    both,    intent    clear   in   even    the    most    fractional   elements   of   expression   as    arms   cross   lazily   beneath   chest.   it’s   a    palpable   kind   of    silence,    one   that   could   easily   be   cut   through   with    a    knife.     focus   flickers   between   icy   blues    of   the   american    nightmare,  and   dark   pools    of    the   visionary.    “    ...   alright,   lads.   “     it’s    a    long   while   before   the   simple   utterance   came,   along   with   gradual   approach.    she’d   really   had   enough    of    this    game,   now.   something   had    to    be   done,   about   all   of    this.    “   we’re  not  leavin’   this   room   till    we    discuss    this.   “     it’s    nothing   up   for   debate,   discussion,   or   the   like.    she’s   tired    of    the   constant   fighting,    the   jealousy,    the   venom  and   anger    when    the   solution     in     her   mind    seemed    so    simple.    “    ...      what    if     ____     what    if    there’s    a    way    we   can   all    ‘ave   what    we    want    without     all     ....     “     hand     gestures    between     them.     “      ...    this?    “    

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   @wdwctrl​       /          heart     thrums     rapidly     in    chest,     the    stare   down    felt     around    the   world    still    piercing   her,   leaving    her    raw   and    exposed    in   a    way     she’s   not   accustomed   to.    it’s   unnerving   in   a   manner   that    makes    her    question   her   sanity,    how   those   icy   blues   carved   permanent    impressions    in   her,   like   she’d   seen   her   entire   soul   and   more.    backstage,    she’s    flush    against    concrete,   teeth   clamping   down   on    bottom   lip   as   the   very   essence   of   straight   fire    seeps    from    coffee   hues.     hand    trembles    as    it   braves   to    reach    out     for   her,   but   the   hand   quickly   retracts    as    if    terrified,   uncertain   to   brave   the   contact.   “    .   .   .     ya    really   know   how    to     look    right    through    a    person,    don’t   ya    lass?    “     voice   is   strangely      meek,     surely    out    of    character    and    reserved    for   times    seldom   experienced     by    the   man.   swallowing   hard,    pulse   beats    rapidly   in   her   throat    as   she   cocks   her   head   back.   rosy   tint   floods   cheeks.    what   the    hell    had     rhea    done    to   her?  

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@rvyalfamily : 80's high school au.

there's something about the sport she's always been drawn to, like a moth to flame. it reminds her of HOME, the wrestling school she'd attended since she was fifteen. three years later, and there she stood watching tryouts and wishing, yearning. first days are hard enough in a new school, strange place, without the devastating realization that even in the one thing she does best she hasn't a place here. perhaps she could try and make a place for herself? after all, becky lynch has always been so determined, not one to give up once she puts an idea in her head. gymnasium door creaks as it's opened, showing it's age. hand grips tightly to the strap of backpack as she makes her way to the table to sign up for tryouts, not heeding the heckles and jests about cheerleading not being until tomorrow. she ignores whispers uttered as she sits down beside a well built, bewildered looking boy with the most beautiful blue eyes she's ever seen. in thick irish accent, she greets him. " hello lad, ya mind if i join ya? " she asks as if she hasn't already made herself at home. bag is haphazardly removed from shoulder to be placed between feet. soft smile illuminates alabaster visage. " i'm becky, it's m' first day. "

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what's wrong? a loaded question in such few syllables. two months with no cycle, initially attributed to stress of being on the road, defending her championships nearly to the DEATH. half of that time is spent sickly, also attributed to life on the road. but what couldn't be explained away, what really clued her in . . . pharaoh. the dog had been attached at the hip for weeks. so, one trip to the nearest drugstore and one fateful test later, there she was left with the terrifying realization that their lives as they knew it would change forever. but how does she even begin to approach this? deep breath, fear finding a home in amber eyes. lips purse inward, chewing the bottom one for a time. " well, i mean, nothing's wrong honey bunny ... not, well not really. " she better just come out with it now. " ya know how i haven't been feeling well lately? and how pharaoh's been kind o' strange? "

lips purse inward thoughtfully as she joins him on the couch. this time, she doesn't stretch her legs across his lap, or straddle him like usual. no, this was different. she simply curls up into him, body warmth a comfort in an anxious moment. " baby ... " voice is soft, almost scared. " ... can we talk? " * drops pregnant becky in cody's lap literally *

“ yeah? ” phone is dropped to his side in an instant, giving her his full undivided attention. cody gently wraps his arm around her, unable not to pick up on the anxious tone to her words. he gets that worried feeling in his gut again — always expecting the worst. “ what’s the matter, sweetheart? what’s wrong? ”

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@twotonesoffun​    gets   some   wolfman,   bc   i   need.    

shallow   breaths    as    body    adjusted   to   that   feeling,    corbin’s   hands   securely   placed   on    either   side   of   her   as   he’s   laid    flat   upon   the   workout   bench   below   and   she’s   completely   flat   against   him   above.    a   smile   signifying   she   trusts    him    implicitly.   short   lived   squeak   as    her   body   slowly   rises,   rosy   tint   flooding   cheeks.    this   was   new,   a   challenge   so   to   speak.   but,   it’s   one   she’s   willing   to   let   him   take.   “    ya   got   me,    love?   “     it’s   a   tease,   of   course.   becky    has    full    confidence   that   he   does.   

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@rvyalfamily cont. houston thread

“ yeah? ” words turn into a soft whisper as he leans down close, pressing gentle kisses to her cheek “ i’m good, baby ” cody keeps one arm wrapped around her frame while fingers slowly run through her hair. it’s much quieter now but he’s still steadying off his breathing, thankful for the cold breeze over sweaty skin. “ hey— you did so good, honey. didn’t mean to get so rough ” his fingers lightly grasp against becky’s chin to move her gaze up to meet his own. cody’s touch lightly brushes across marks left on skin, leaning over to kiss each and every single one. “ cmere ” once it seems like the pair of them have eased off, he gently picks her up into his arms under a firm grasp, back inside to the warmth of their hotel room. he places her back on the bed, careful as ever as he disappears for no longer than a minute, returning with a towel and a new shirt. “ here, put this one on it’ll be comfier ”

self satisfaction radiates through orbs, manifesting as a modest smile which oh so gradually forms. she liked pleasing him, and it made her heart skip a beat to hear that she was successful in doing so. but, the smile fades. in it's place is a confused frown, dismissively shaking head. the roughness was nowhere near a bad thing, quite contrary. he lavished, languished her unlike anyone else ... seth, or otherwise. cody made her feel things that she didn't even think were possible. " no, no, i ... oh, fuck. " swallowing hard, another aftershock hits and sends trembles through her limbs. " - mm, i liked it ... a lot. " as he touches her, even the most benign contact sends those pulsations all over. it happens in a blink. one second she's in his arms, and the next she's being carried to bed. becky would be lying if she doesn't enjoy it. he vanishes and returns in a matter of moments, in his absence memorizing the phantom feeling of him buried deep inside, their fluids still dripping down clenched thighs. smiling up at him, she takes the shirt and brings it to her nose. " thank you, baby " voice is soft with fatigue. short-lived sniff, taking in the scent before unfolding it; white print upon black cotton. " this is one of your BULLET CLUB shirts... are - are you sure? "

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@wdwctrl     /        legs   kick   lazily    along    the    side    of    ring   apron,   patiently   waiting   for   mami    to    come    get    her   and   dominik    to    be   by    her    side    for    the   day.   when   she   notices   the   young   man    approach,    she   offers   him    a    smile   which   reflects   her   excitement.   “   hello,   lad!   “     she   chimes,   thick   accent    reverberating   throughout   the   air    ‘round   them.    it’s    clear    she’s   happy    to    see    him,    the   only    other   person    who    understood    what   it   was   like   to   love   and   be   loved    by   her.      “    mami’s   on    ‘er    way    to   get   us!   “   

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it wasn't exactly as if the wrestler had planned this, to get so heavily involved with cody, but they had gotten close, so close in fact that she had managed to fall madly, deeply in love. that fateful monday eve she had to come out to stop seth from trying to do something regrettable. arms cross as nostrils flare, jaw clenching as she steps forward. " ... really? could've fooled me, what with tonight's little performance? ha, you know what? the thing is i'm not even surprised! " finger digs into chest. " come near him again and i will END you! "

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becky said ╰► ❝ jealousy doesn't become you . . . ❞

he lets out a scoff, eyes rolling at her choice of words. jealousy is something that seth is all too familiar with whether he’d like to admit it or not. inside he was seething. of course this made him jealous. one man ( who he hated ) was now in the position that he was once in. he can’t help but imagine how he’d feel if it was just someone different instead. why cody? “ i’m not jealous in the slightest — you know what? i don’t even care ”

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contact: baybe 💜🩵 ( @wdwctrl / bayley )

sms: hey you...

sms: been too long.

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@wdwctrl​​   <3′d 

       lips   purse   outward    into    playful    pout,   pulling   finn   close   to   her   out   of   nothing   but   pure   spite,    impulse,    and   adrenaline    from    the   match   they’d   won   only   moments   ago.   heart   still   pounds   vehemently  in   chest,    skin   still   slicked    with    sweat   from   prior   excursions.   could   she   perchance    convince    the    demon    prince    to    work   up   yet   another   brand   of   it?    teeth   move   to   chew   at   the   side   of   bottom   lip,   the   champion   draping   her   arms   around   his   neck,   form   pressing   against   him   so   firmly   it’s   like   they’ve   molded   together,   becoming  one.    “    .   .   .     you   looked   so   good   out   there   tonight,   love.   “   

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@rvyalfamily​    <3′d   for   cody   to   get   licked    by    becks,  

moments   like    these   were    precious,   mornings   arising  from   slumber   that   didn’t   require   them   to   get   right   of    bed   for   something   work   related.     this   was   one   of    those   mornings,   soft   smile   coming   to   her   features   as   she   watches   her   husband   sleeping   next   to   her.   she  decides   perhaps   she   ought   to    wake   him   up   with   a   pleasant   surprise.    tucking   beneath   the   sheets,   straddling   his   thighs   before   leaning   over    to    let   tongue   run   across   expanse   of   chiseled   abdomen.    feeling   him   shift   beneath   her,  head   pokes   out   from  under   the   covers,    a    sea   of   reddish   hair   a   stark   contrast   from   the   white   around    her.    “    good   morning,   handsome  ...  “   

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contact:   z,   vega.   

sms:  hey, lass! it’s becky.  sms:  how are you? 

B E C K Y:

@thevegaworldorder <3’d

contact: unsaved number / z. vega

sms: hey, i hope i have the right number.

sms: is this zelina?

[text - sent]: uh yeah this is she. [text - sent]: and who is this?