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Hello!

May I request a fanfic pls?

Brock Lesnar x Wife!Reader

She was 2000s wwe wrestler(6 time women’s champion, has a streak at wrestlemania, came back for evolution and the women’s Royal rumble and got the crowd pop of the century) and she gets inducted into the WWE hall of fame.

Sorry for answering so late but thank you for sending inba request and i will get to work on this so as I can!!!!

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The Man in The Beast

Pairing:  Brock Lesnar x Fem Reader 

Summary: The reader has managed Roman Reigns since he returned and became the champion in WWE, annoyed with Brock Lesnar challenging him again, she lets things take their own course, but is surprised when Roman uses her to save himself during a physical altercation with Brock, learning that Brock isn't a beast when it comes to her…

Warnings: Accidental Male x Female wrestling interaction, swearing

Word Count: 1.3k 

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic  @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @damnnhausen @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @cuzimacomedian @april-jeanette-wagner @starwithaheart @seeingstarks 

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Contract signings almost always ended the same, especially for Roman. There was always a fight bound to break out and with his opponent being Brock? Good thing I didn't wear heels tonight.

Two years I've been managing Roman, known him longer and it was a bore truly sitting through this contract signing because Brock and Roman have beaten the living crap out of each other so many times that I've lost count.

"A hog is going to get slaughtered," Roman signed the contract last and it didn't even click in my mind that the Uso's were in position, a smile growing on Roman's face when he sat up straight, "It's not going to be me and why wait till Summerslam?"

Brock was called a beast for a reason, even with Jimmy and Jey on top of him, he was throwing them around like rag dolls. Meanwhile, Roman was trying to rush me out of the ring, but there was too much going on. The table was in our way, the announcer getting out at the same time and Brock was on it, ready to go for Roman.

I was just about to lean down to get out when suddenly I was up straight, Brock's massive arm ready to clothesline Roman out of the ring, but instead, Roman moved out of the way, pulling me right into Brock's clothesline.

Now, this wasn't my first rodeo in wrestling, but this was Brock Lesnar. He gave a clothesline from hell, a whole new meaning, sending me flying out of the ring, not only cracking my head on the apron but smacking the ground hard.

I wasn't sure if I hit my head that hard or if it was truly that silent, but you could hear a pin drop in the arena when it happened.

"Oh my god," I was able to hear Pat McAfee on commentary, in utter shock like everyone else, "Roman Reigns just used Y/N to avoid Brock Lesnar! Someone check on her!"

Holding the back of my head, I looked to see what was going on because I could hear a lot of running in the ring. It was hard to look with the pounding headache that I had and it brought me to tears to see Roman running from Brock and completely forgetting about me.

I've seen Brock in a fury before, but this was different. Frozen in place, I never thought I'd see a moment like this. The first person who came to check on me was Brock himself.

"Y/N," He was so red from being angry and was still truly concerned and explaining, "I did not mean to do that."

"That fucker pulled me," I whispered and retraced my steps, remembering the feeling of Roman pulling me. He easily could've avoided that or just pushed me out of the way, but he pulled me.

"I'm sure you already knew, but I'm murdering his ass on Sunday," He was still heaving from anger, showing a side of him that I don't think anyone has ever seen while tending to me, checking my head because we all saw how I cracked my head.

"I'm fine," I tried to turn my head and the pain pounded in me like a drum, closing my eyes tight and groaning, hating that he was right, but hearing a sweetness in his voice:

"I was trying to take his head off and I know how hard I hit. This is my fault, just let me help you. You see that your 'family' isn't trying to."

"You sure do hit hard," I whined, trying not to cry, not at the pain, but the truth he spoke, turning towards him when he pulled me to his chest, scooping me up.

"Hey, I got her," Looking, Brock was talking to medical personnel and gosh, he was so big, still a good length above me in even his arms.

It was hard to process how comfortable I was in his arms and for someone he called a beast, he was very gentle and made sure my head wasn't moving too much while heading back, keeping it placed and snug against his firm chest.

The human body is very complex and as I expected, the first thing they did was make sure that I didn't have a concussion and he wasn't showing it, but I imagined Brock felt guilty about what happened because he didn't leave my side till we knew that I was okay, only took a rough bump. 

"First," Brock began once the staff left, letting us have a moment, "Again, I'm sorry about-"

"It's okay," I spoke softly, meeting his gaze, "It was an accident and we're wrestlers. I know there's danger regardless of what I'm doing."

"It may have been an accident on my end," He never looked so serious, trying to get a point across to me, "Roman used you to avoid taking a hit and that was no accident."

I just sat there silent because he was right. It was just so hard to believe because Roman has never done such a thing to me, just listening as he continued:

"He knows that this match at Summerslam isn't going to be like our other matches. I meant it when I said that I'm going to slaughter him. And him using you like that shows that he's a bitch and now, I lost respect for him as a man."

Why did he have to be right, and brutally honest at that? I was going to put my head down, try to ignore it, but he caught my attention by sitting his hat next to me, breathing:

"Excuse me. I shouldn't swear and all that around a lady."

"Must not know me," I joked softly, wanting to ease up the seriousness just for it to grow, heart racing with his huge frame in front of me, looking down into my eyes.

His blue eyes were easy to rest on this time and I did take his words in and thought about it deeply:

"Now, I can't tell you what to do, but I think it's best for you to part ways with Roman. It goes to show that he's a coward, doing that when all you've ever done is be good to him."

"I know," Tears started to form in my eyes, one running down my cheek, and for the first time today, there was a smile on my face, his hand actually nice and soft, warm thumb wiping that tear away:

"But I will give you credit. You took that clothesline like a champ."

"I'm no ordinary lady," I smiled up at him softly, appreciating his kindness, and this time, my heart was pounding, eyes closing softly at his kiss on my forehead:

"I like that about you."

Was all of this really making me feel better? That little kiss was like medicine, the headache I had eased up and his words helped too by making me giggle:

"Took that better than any guy I've wrestled. But you take care of your precious self, alright?"

"I will," I breathed in, processing another kiss on my head, this one having a harder press, but was still tender, even hugging him back when he hugged, rubbing my back:

"And just know, I'm not your enemy. You ever need me?"

God, the charm he had was mind-blowing, standing back up and fixing his cowboy hat, winking down at me:

"Just come and get me, darling."

"I'll keep that in mind," I whispered, feeling stuck in a place; Brock or Roman.

At that moment, Brock's side was feeling a whole lot better than Roman's ever was, his last kiss on the top of my head, knowing that Jimmy, Jey, and Roman would be on their way, made it so hard to watch him walk out of the door. 

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Your first real friend was Lorraine. After the whole ordeal that you two had been through together, you found it easy to bond. Her parents were overjoyed to see that she was safe, and they quickly welcomed you into the family. Lorraine was behind almost an entire semester in school, and much to her dismay, she was going to have to push everything back a year.

The two of you quickly started hanging out. Your leg was still messed up, and would be for a little while, but Brock was recovering well - the bullet hadn’t entered his arm, but had grazed it pretty badly, so he had gotten off lucky. All of you had, really.

Where Lizzie had been brash, impulsive, and reckless, Lorraine was thoughtful, intelligent, and goal-oriented. She even had a ten-year plan, though she was concerned that pushing back a year of law school would mess that up. “Does that ten-year plan involve marriage and kids?” you’d asked her at one point, but she’d shaken her head.

“No way,” she’d said. “I want to focus on my career first. Once I’m established in my career and can afford marriage and kids, then I can find someone. Besides, it’s easier to find someone when you’ve got money.”

“What if someone finds you before you’re ready?”

“Then I guess I change the plan.”

“Angel?”

Groggily, Angel’s eyes fluttered open. She was lying on the living room floor in a sleeping bag, and Lorraine was sound asleep on the couch. Brock was standing in the doorway, his blue eyes gazing intently towards her. Early morning sunlight was peeking through the window, lighting up the room just enough for Angel to make out everything around her.

“Hmm?” she grumbled, looking at Brock.

“I have to go,” he said, his voice soft so as not to wake the sleeping Lorraine. “I have a flight to catch. Lorraine’s parents are gonna pick her up later. If you go over there with her, make sure to lock up behind you.”

“Wait,” Angel said, trying to untangle herself from within the sleeping bag. She stood up, limping sleepily over to him and wrapping her arms around him. “Be careful wrestling tonight, okay? Your arm-”

“Yeah, the doctors are gonna check out my arm for themselves,” Brock said, hugging her back. “The doctors here said it should be fine, and honestly I’m probably not wrestling tonight anyways. It’ll probably just be a promo with Paul.”

“Well, we’ll be watching,” Angel replied, grinning up at him. She’d been slowly getting Lorraine into wrestling. Lorraine had quickly decided on Sasha Banks and Roman Reigns as favourites, though she had agreed that she’d always cheer for Brock when he came on. This was his first time going back to work since everything had gone down, though, so Angel figured that it was time for Lorraine to prove herself.

“Be careful on your leg, okay?” Brock said, gazing down at her. “Use your crutches if you have to That’s what they’re-”

“I know, I know, that’s what they’re for,” Angel said with a laugh. “I’ll be careful. Promise.”

Brock gave her a kiss on the forehead and then left. Angel was on her way back to the sleeping back when she heard Lorraine speak up.

“You really like him, don’t you?” she murmured, gazing towards Angel sleepily.

“Yeah, of course,” Angel replied, sitting down on top of the sleeping bag.

“Not like that,” Lorraine said softly. ‘I mean, you like him. Like, like-like.”

Angel paused when she heard her friend’s words. She was quiet for a moment, looking away. “Well,” she said finally, “you’re not wrong.”

They made chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast, making sure to clean up well behind themselves. Lorraine’s mother texted her that she was almost there, so they packed their bags to go stay the night at Lorraine’s house. They were just about to put their shoes on when the phone rang.

“I’ll get that,” Angel said. Brock had Lorraine’s number and her parents’ numbers so he could contact her while she was with them, but it might have been him calling without knowing that she was about to leave. She grabbed the phone. “Hello?”

“Hello, is this Miss Angel?” asked an unfamiliar male voice.

“Yes,” Angel replied curiously. “Who is this?”

“My name is Mathias Heimark,” the voice replied. “I own a moving van and tuck rental place just outside the city. As I’m sure you know, Arnold Thrane - the man who kidnapped you recently - rented a van from my company with the intention of using it to transport you and the other girl you were with to another location without your consent.”

“Um...yes?” Angel said softly, frowning. “I’m sorry, why are you calling me?”

“My company doesn’t have the best reputation, and after finding out what had happened with Thrane, I realized that I want to work on improving my company’s situation. I’m very sorry about what happened to you. I never would have allowed the van to be rented to him if I’d realized that it was for human trafficking purposes. I’ve decided to start work on legitimizing my company more and establishing more effective policies, and-”

“Okay, but what does this have to do with me?” Angel cut in, annoyed that this man only seemed to want to justify his actions to her.

“Well, after finding out what happened, I was told about your rather unique situation and since I was partially responsible for what happened to you, I wanted to make it up to you in some way. I was wondering if you’d be interested in a job working for me?”

“You want to offer me a job?” Angel asked, her eyes growing wide. Lorraine was watching, listening to Angel’s side of the conversation with bated breath.

“Yes!” Mathias replied. “You don’t have to answer me right away, but think about it and get back to me, alright? It’s the least I can offer you after my company and our lack of policy almost allowed you to be shipped away like that.”

“Umm...wow,” Angel said softly. “I can’t legally work, though. I don’t have an identity.”

“Cash only,” Mathias replied. “It’d all be under the table, if that’s okay with you.”

“I’ll have to think about it.”

“Of course! Take all the time you need. If you are ever looking for a job, you have one with me.”

Angel thanked the man and then hung up, looking up to see Lorraine’s eyes locked intensely on her. “Well?” she asked. “Who was it?”

“The rental company that almost shipped us to Calgary,” Angel replied, frowning. “They want to offer me an under-the-table job to make up for what happened to us.”

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Searching (part 1 of 2)

Ever since the gala, the young servant named Valerie had only one thing on her mind, and that was the man she’d bumped into that evening.

Every time she closed her eyes, there he was. His blue eyes, so intense, so kind. He’d apologized when she’d collided with him. He’d helped her up, helped her to gather the broken glasses. He’d been so kind, even correcting her when she’d referred to him as ‘lord’.

But then, that other man had come along. The vocal one, the one who’d been talking with the Emperor. He’d been quick to shoo her away, before she could even get the blond man’s name. She’d not seen them again that evening, and on top of it all, the evening had ended on a hard spot after one of Vince’s servants - one who’d been a friend of Valerie’s back when she’d worked for the Emperor - had been killed.

Valerie had mourned for a while, and King John had even given her a few days off work, along with any of the other servants who’d known the deceased. Now, though, the only thing she could think of was the blond man at the gala.

She’d decided to ask King John. It was debatable whether or not he would tell her, or if he even knew, but it was the best place to start. He was appreciative and respectful towards his servants, so he likely wouldn’t get mad at her for asking, especially if the man was noble - it was generally frowned upon for servants to ask after nobles, but she simply had to know who he was.

“King John?”

The King looked up from the letters he was reading, smiling as he saw her. “Valerie,” he said with a nod. “How can I help you?”

“I had...kind of an odd question,” she said softly, offering a small curtsy. “And you have to promise you won’t be angry, your majesty.”

John raised an eyebrow slightly at hearing her words. “I can’t promise that,” he said. “Have you done something?”

“No! By the Hall of Fame, I’ve done nothing,” she replied quickly. “It’s just...I’m not certain that it’s an entirely appropriate question.”

John looked intrigued now, nodding slightly. “Very well,” he replied. “Go on. I’ll try not to be angry.”

“I was...hoping you could tell me the name of a man I encountered at the ball - a nobleman, I believe,” she said softly. John’s intrigued look shifted into a slight frown.

“Did he say something to you?” he asked, concern in his tone. 

“No, no, nothing at all - nothing bad, at least,” she said quickly, knowing that the safety and comfort of his servants was important to the King. There was no way that King John would allow any sort of rude or inappropriate comments made towards his employees to slide. “He was very polite, and kind, actually...and I was just wondering who he was.”

John nodded again. “Very well,” he said. “I can’t guarantee that you’ll be able to get lucky here, Valerie, but I can try to help you.”

“That’s not what I’m trying to do at all,” she said, holding her hands up. “I was merely curious as to the man’s identity. I’ve never seen him before, and none of the other servants knew. He was tall and blond, with these really blue eyes, and he wore a cloak. He was accompanied at almost all times by a shorter man with dark hair - that man wasn’t so kind, but the first man was. I saw them speaking with the Emperor, so I assumed they must be of some importance.”

Almost immediately, John shook his head. “I don’t know who that is,” he said almost sharply. 

“Surely they had to have had an invitation though, yes?” asked Valerie.

“The Emperor may have invited them - I did not,” John replied. “You should go. I’m afraid I can be of no further help to you.”

Valerie was surprised with how abruptly he’d changed his tune. He spoke almost sternly now, as if warning her not to pry any further. She’d never heard him like this, so she gave a nod and a curtsy, leaving without saying anything more. She knew when to stop pushing.

Despite John’s warnings, Valerie wanted nothing more than to find out who the man was. He was daring enough to fill her dreams with his mysterious blue eyes, so full of kindness even for a mere serving girl. Even if it led to nothing - even if her fascination with him was not reciprocated - she was determined to learn his identity.

Her friends among the servants thought she was being ridiculous, pursuing an undentified nobleman from the ball, but agreed to keep their eyes open for any information they could find. Valerie began to spend time in the library when she wasn’t busy, looking through records of nobility, gala guests, and anything she could get her hands on. Nothing jumped out at her, though, and she almost wished that she was back in the Emperor’s castle - his records would have been more in-depth, and she would almost certainly have found what she needed.

To her surprise, it was King John who finally came to her with more information. She was walking down the hall with a hamper of laundry in her arms when she passed him by. She paused to give a curtsy and a greeting, but he held up a hand to stop her.

“Valerie,” he said, “I was actually hoping to run into you.”

“Oh? Why, your majesty?” Valerie asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I found something that I thought might interest you,” he said. “I’ll grab it before I go back to the throne room - swing by when you’ve finished your work for today and I should have it.”

“Of course, your majesty,” she replied with a nod. “Thank you.”

For the rest of the afternoon, all Valerie could think about was what King John could possibly have for her. Did it pertain to the mysterious man from the gala? She could think of nothing else - she didn’t have many interests outside of her work, at least not that King John knew.

When she’d finally finished her work, Valerie hurried to the throne room. Sure enough, King John was sitting upon his throne. Queen Nikki was nowhere to be seen, though that seemed to be a common occurrence; Nikki seemed to have a multitude of things to do while the King was busy, unlike Empress Linda, whose days were spent advising her husband and helping him to hold council.

“Your majesty,” Valerie said, giving him another curtsy. “You wished to see me?”

“Yes, I did,” John said. He reached towards the short table that he kept beside his throne. Presently, it held a book and a large tankard, and he grabbed the book before rising to his feet. “I wasn’t going to give you this, but you’ve seemed out of sorts since we last spoke.”

“What is it?” Valerie asked softly as the King approached her.

“The answer to your question,” John said. “You wanted to know who the man at the gala was. I have the answer here, but if I give this to you, you have to promise me something.”

“What?” Valerie asked, her blue eyes wide. She wanted nothing more than to snatch the book from him, but she knew better. She would have to simply agree to his terms and then take the book.

“Stop pursuing this any further,” John said, reaching forward. He took her wrist gently and lifted it, pressing the book into her hand with his other hand but not yet letting go. “I’m serious. I’d never forgive myself if you got hurt because I gave you this. Be satisfied with what I’m giving you.”

“I’ll try,” she said softly. “But your majesty...I’m not sure I can promise you that.”

“As long as you try, that’s all I can ask,” he said with a sigh. “Just don’t die. Please.” He let go of the book and Valerie took a small step away, almost frightened that he’d take his gift back.

“I won’t,” she said, smiling. “I’ve made it this far without dying.”

“This is serious,” John said. He turned around, walking back up to his throne. “Read the book, put the pieces together, and then forget about all this - and especially forget about him.”

It was everything Valerie could do to keep herself from running all the way back to her room. She finally had more information, and she simply couldn’t keep herself from it any longer. A few of the other servants eyed her curiously, but she didn’t waste any time stopping to talk.

Once in her room, she sat down and opened the book, not even taking the time to remove her shoes. She was surprised to find that rather than an actual book or journal, it was a collection of notes, torn sheets of paper, and other papers all tacked to the journal’s blank pages. The first page was a note scrawled in King John’s hand - Valerie, please accept that this is all the information I can give you. Don’t pursue this matter any further than this.

She sighed, shaking her head. Of course King John would warn her both verbally and in writing. Then, though, another thought hit her: If the first page of this journal was a note to her, that meant that King John had specifically compiled these documents for her. This wasn’t something he had simply found lying around and thought of her. He had made this.

The next page she turned to was a letter. She recognized the Emperor’s writing from her time working with him, though his gaudy signature at the bottom of the letter would have been enough if she hadn’t. 

King John,

We saw it only fit to warn you that Brock Lesnar will be a guest of ours at your gala this year. We request that you do not worry, as he comes only to meet with us upon neutral territory. Your guests and your gala will be safe.

We do not yet know what his intentions are in terms of accommodation, but should we be informed of anything that will be required, we will be certain to inform you at once. Should you encounter him at the gala, we ask that you treat him with nothing but the utmost respect and fear. You are the only other one who knows who he is, and that he will be present.

Yours in reverence,

Emperor Vincent Kenndy McMahon

Valerie’s breath caught. She reread the letter three times at least. The mystery man now had a name - Brock Lesnar. In retrospect, she was almost certain she’d glossed over the name once or twice in the library. Who was he, though? And why would King John have reason to be afraid of his presence at the gala? He’d seemed nothing short of kind - unless, of course, the person being discussed in the letter was the short man who’d been with her mystery man. She’d understand being afraid of him, but then why would John have given her this information?

Turning the page, Valerie found a copy of Legend of the Beast, a well-known article about the mythical beast that lived somewhere along the border between the Demon Kingdom and the Wooded Kingdom. The two-page essay was tacked to the two pages of the journal, allowing it to be easily read. She’d read it before, though, but this time, a paragraph had been circled, presumably by King John.

“The man was huge - looked all human, but you could tell that he had to be some part giant, some part orc,” Goldberg describes. “He had blond hair and blue eyes and you could see murder in them. He looked like he’d been some kind of specially bred for destruction, but there’s no way - I think he was created, by some angry witch or warlock or something like that, and placed in the world to destroy.”

Valerie stared at the page. Blond hair and blue eyes...was King John trying to imply that Valerie had encountered the Beast himself? She almost laughed aloud, turning the page to see what was next. There were two separate documents on the next set of pages. The first appeared to be another letter, and the second was a page of a journal. It had been ripped out, it seemed, perhaps because John only wanted her to have these pages, and not the book in its entirety.

The letter was written in an unfamiliar script, and Valerie had some trouble making out the words. She eventually grabbed a piece of her own paper, scrawling out the words in her own writing as she made them out so she would have an easier copy to refer to.

King John,

I hope this letter reaches you well. I would like to thank you for taking the time to reach out to me, and I do understand why you have concerns. I hope to address these concerns as best as I can, but I’m sure you understand that there are many things I must keep to myself.

First order of business is your most obvious concern: the virgins. Though it was not in your letter, it’s always the first question we get asked. Yes, it’s true that some attempt to sacrifice virgins to the Beast, but we do not know what happens to these women. Back when the practice was more widespread, we often would go out seeking these women in order to free them, but we have never taken them for ourselves. The reason that these women are never heard from again is likely because they do not wish to return to the villages that would have had them sacrificed.

Secondly, the castle. Yes, it exists. It is shrouded by magic, the specifics of which I cannot reveal to you. The encounter with a young Bill Goldberg as detailed in the story did happen exactly as described. The Beast was in a rage for weeks afterwards, having been intent on killing that boy. Not the girl, though - she was never in any danger.

There are a multitude of reasons why we live in seclusion and shroud our castle from outsiders. I cannot tell you all of them, but Brock’s beastliness is a major factor. Left uncontrolled, he would almost certainly fly into a rage and there would be casualties. As such, it is wisest to remain to ourselves, where his rage can be contained. Do not fear, though - his presence at your gala will not be of any concern. I have ways to control him, to keep him in line so that your guests are safe.

If you have any further concerns, to not hesitate to reach out to us again. Otherwise, we shall see you at the gala. We look forward to making your acquaintance.

Sincerely,

Paul Heyman Advocate for the Beast Incarnate, Brock Lesnar

Valerie reread the letter once she’d transcribed it, wanting to be sure that it made sense. The words made sense, but put together, they were confusing her more and more. From what she’d gathered, the man she’d met must have been the Beast, whose name appeared to be Brock Lesnar. This Paul Heyman, his so-called advocate who could apparently control the Beast, must then have been the shorter man from the gala. The date on this letter was from a few years ago, not from this year - the letter from Vince, however, had been from this year.

King John must have met them at the last gala they attended, then, and thus Vince was giving him a heads up this year before inviting them to the gala. She’d been once of Vince’s servants of choice to attend the gala in past years - perhaps she had been in the same room as the Beast before and never even known it.

She looked to the journal page yet. It was King John’s familiar writing, and she knew that he kept journals, so it had to have been his. It was dated the day after the gala, and the top had the ending of a paragraph about the murder - probably something that John didn’t want her seeing.

-the servants if anyone knows what happened. I don’t think it was one of my servants, but you can never be too sure.

Brock Lesnar was at the gala. I’d hoped he wouldn’t come, but he did. Something about needing to meet with Vince on neutral territory, though I doubt I’m really as neutral as they’d hope. I spoke with Undertaker about the matter, as I know he’s been trying to track down the Beast for years, but Undertaker said that the ball was no place to strike.

Vince and Brock spoke behind closed doors for quite some time. I don’t know what was discussed, only that Brock and Paul left soon after. Thank goodness, I’m not sure I could have tolerated his presence any longer. It’s also reassuring to know that he was long gone before the murder, meaning he couldn’t have been responsible.

That’s just about it for the gala. There’s still a great deal for hte servants to clean up, but I’m sure they’ll do a great job - they always do. Tomorrow I intend to take Queen Nikki out to the-

Valerie sighed when she finished reading it. It didn’t give her much to go on. Had something happened between John and Brock the last time the Beast had attended one of the SummerSlam Annual Galas? There had to be a reason John seemed to dislike the Beast so much, despite how kind Paul’s letter had been.

There didn’t seem to be much more of interest in the book. More letters similar to the first ones, more firsthand accounts of encounters with the Beast - though none were as well-known as Bill Goldberg’s - and, just when Valerie was about to call it a night and let herself sleep on all this new information, she found one last letter that caught her interest.

It was another letter from Vince to John. At first it looked like a generic letter, a thanks for hosting the ball and a well wish, but that was what drew Valerie to it. John wouldn’t have included it in this book unless it was important. Upon reading it, she found that it made brief reference to the ‘incident’. Something had happened at the gala that year - three years ago, the letter was dated - and, if it was in this book, it had to do with Brock.

It was too late now to ask John about the incident. Whatever it was, it must have been the reason for his hatred towards the Beast - the reason he was so thankful that he’d left the gala this year, and the reason he hadn’t wanted him there to begin with. It was also probably why he believed that Valerie was in danger if she pursued the Beast herself.

Her dreams that night were most unsavoury. She dreamt of him, just as she had in the nights prior, but this time, he appeared more...beastly. She knew that he wouldn’t hurt her, though, and when she awoke, she was more determined than ever to find him.

She hurried to bathe and dress, and then she was headed to the kitchens. She barely stopped to greet her friends as she passed them, gathering up one of the platters of food to be taken to the dining hall for King John and Queen Nikki. She and a couple of other servants headed into the dining hall, laying out the platters in front of the King. He eyed Valerie curiously, as if expecting her to address him, but she knew better than to bother the King during his breakfast. As much as she wanted to ask him her questions, she would at least wait until he’d finished.

“Valerie,” he said as she started to walk away. She slowed to a stop, turning to face him.

“Yes, your majesty?” she asked.

“Did you have a chance to look at what I gave you?” he asked, and she nodded quickly.

“Yes, your majesty,” she replied. “I read every word.”

“And?”

“And...I have questions,” she replied softly. John smiled, shaking his head.

“Of course you do,” he said. “Here’s the deal, Valerie - you may ask me three questions, and I will answer them to the best of my ability. After that, you must never speak a word of this again. Understood?”

“Yes,” Valerie said with a nod. She glanced to Queen Nikki, but the Queen seemed unfazed, simply eating her breakfast; John must have told her all about it already. “So that man I met at the gala, he’s really the Beast? Like, the Beast?”

“Yes,” John said, nodding. “That’s him, he’s real, he exists.”

“Why do you hate him so much? He seemed so kind when I met him, but the letters-”

“He’s not kind,” John said. “You’ll recall that one of the Emperor’s letters mentioned an incident from a gala a few years back - we managed to keep it hidden, but the Beast nearly killed me. He’s dangerous, and there’s nothing I’d like more than to keep him away from my people.”

Valerie was quiet for a moment. She hadn’t expected him to say that the Beast had almost killed him.  servant, maybe, or even Vince, but not King John himself.

“Your last question?” John asked softly, gazing up at her.

“Your majesty...how do you get to the Beast’s castle?”

“Valerie-”

“You said you’d answer,” she said quickly, her blue eyes pleading with him for an answer. “I promise, I’ll never speak of it again. I won’t ask you about him, I won’t mention him-”

“Fine,” John said. “It’s on the border of the Wooded Kingdom and the Demon Kingdom. As you know, it’s shrouded by magic. The only way to find it is if you’re meant to find it. I don’t know what that means, though, or who decides that. It could be Brock, or Paul, or the fates. If you’re not meant to find that castle, though, you never will.”

“I see,” Valerie said softly. “Thank you, your majesty. I had one last question - unrelated, though, I promise.”

“What is it?” he asked, smiling.

“I’d like to request a temporary leave of absence.”

John stood up. “Absolutely not,” he shouted, his voice echoing around the dining hall as he slammed his fist down against the table. “What don’t you understand about me trying to protect you, Valerie? It isn’t safe, and if that means keeping you in this castle until I’m certain you’ve got this foolish death wish out of your head, then you’d best believe that I’ll do it.”

Valerie bit her lip, nodding her head. “Understood, your majesty,” she said, dropping into a curtsy. “Thank you for the time, and enjoy your breakfast.”

Disappointed and dejected, the young servant turned and hurriedly left the dining hall. She’d have to find another way, but until she figured it out, she had work to do.

It was later in the day, just after Valerie’s lunch break, that Queen Nikki sought her out. Valerie was alone in the servants’ quarters, tidying up, when the Queen entered.

“Valerie” said Nikki with a smile, and Valerie raised an eyebrow.

“Your majesty,” the fairy responded, giving a quick curtsy. “What brings you down here?”

“I was looking for you, actually,” Nikki replied, sitting down at the large table in the middle of the common area. “Do you believe in love at first sight?”

“I’m sorry, your majesty?” Valerie asked, looking curiously towards the Queen.

“I believe in love at first sight because I’ve experienced it,” Nikki continued. “When I first met John, I just knew that he was the one. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Whenever we’re together, I feel complete.”

“Why are you telling me this, your majesty?” Valerie asked softly.

“Because you’ve the look of someone who’s going through what I went through, and I want to help you,” Nikki replied. “You haven’t been able to get Brock Lesnar off your mind, have you?”

“No, your majesty,” Valerie admitted, shaking her head. “I’m constantly thinking of him, and I dream of him. I don’t know how to make it stop.”

“I have an idea,” Nikki said, grinning. “By my right as Queen, I hereby grant you the leave of absence you requested.”

“You - wait, really?” Valerie asked, her eyes widening. “Won’t the King be angry?”

“John will forgive me because he loves me,” Nikki responded. “And because you’ll come back once you’ve found your Beast, and the King will see that he was wrong. Do we have an understanding?”

“Yes, your majesty,” Valerie said, quickly nodding and curtsying. “Thank you, thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome,” Nikki said. “Now go - go out there, and find your Beast.”

[kisskissbadguys]

My Best Friend Jericho. Part Thirteen.

PART TWO It turned 8:30pm when we decided to head back to the hotel. There was an events party taking place there for all of us and although we were staying there on the night we had to be at Blackpool tomorrow at 1pm the latest which means we have to be on the road for 10:30 the latest so we decided to head back, go to the party and get a decent nights sleep too. “Fucking hell.” Jericho said out loud as we walked through the front hotel doors and made a sharp right into the bar where the party was taking place. We were both roaring of laughter. “That was so funny oh my gosh!” I tried to say to him but it turned into more shouting as I was trying not to laugh so loud and not to pee myself from laughing so much. “Fucking seagulls!” Jericho shouted back trying to not laugh so loud too but holding onto my shoulder as my knees slightly went from underneath me and was almost on the floor. Jericho was soon joining me and we was almost having a party on the floor when there was a foot in front of me which I gripped on and then made my way up the big muscles up the leg. Cake By the Ocean played as I pulled myself back up and looked at the male in front of me. It was Roman and soon the chorus was on when I just let rip. ‘Talk to me baby, I’m going blind from this sweet sweet craving, woah!” I sang at him as my arms flew up in the air and started to dance in front of him but also with him too. ‘Let’s lose our minds and go fucking crazy!’ I sang even louder ‘Ay ay ay ay I keep on hoping we’ll eat cake by the ocean.’ The whole bar began to sing with me. ‘Walk for me baby’ I impersonated Vince McMahons walk to which everyone burst out laughing and joined in. I turned back and did the same walk up to Jericho who was in stitches by the bar, slightly bent over his right side and slapping his knee. ‘I’ll be Diddy and you be Naomi’ I sang even more as I spun around and pointed at Naomi in the corner to which she started dancing to and I let her take over as I joined in laughing with Jericho. I think it was pretty obvious that we went to the arcade for a few hours and then a bar and drank a little bit too much. The songs went on and on from Cake By The Ocean to Intoxicated to Rock Your Body to Fly On The Wall by Miley Cyrus which was seriously the most randomest thing ever but yet we still all danced to it. I finally stood at the bar and ordered a drink. “G&T please.” “Coming right up” the barman said back which actually brought memories back of my night out in Minehead and I realised that Seth was such a gentleman as he came all the way out to see how I was when I was alone and that’s when I realised that I hadn’t seen him all night. I picked myself up off the bar and looked behind me and around to see if he was actually here as at the end of the day this was only optional. I turned around and looked in each of the corners and down the corridors in the distance until I finally saw him. He was standing in the corner with Cena standing next to him and Stone Cold to his other side but he was facing me. He looked so invested in the conversation as his head was down and from under his eyebrows there was darkness. His arms where crossed in front of his black shirt and he was holding a dark drink in one of his hands. He looked very smart. I watched him for a second when he rose his head up and looked straight at me. Happily, I gave him a smile and a wave to go along with it to which he had no expression back. I wondered if he had even noticed me before Jericho placed his hands on my shoulder and grabbed my drink off the barman. I slowly turned around on the barstool and thanked him for the drink and took a big sip of it before bursting out laughing. The thought of that seagull came back and instantly Jericho knew too as he burst out laughing. It was so obvious that we were completely out of it and we’re best friends once again and we couldn’t be happier. “You thinking of that bloody seagull again?” He asked me. “Your damn right I am” I replied and took another sip of the drink again and burst out laughing again. “They warned us!” He carried on. “They bloody warned us.” “Did you enjoy your one small scoop of ice cream?” They were the last words I said before he took a sip of his own drink and then drenched me in it. There was more laughter from everyone this time as I stumbled out of my chair and almost lost my footing and had to grab on Charlotte’s shoulder for help getting up but I somehow managed to make my way to the bathroom without any help. I came out of the bathroom and began to walk down the corridor when Seth appeared. He was clearly waiting for me. “How could you do this to me?” He walked to me as I leaned against the wall being unable to walk any further. “Wh-“ I began to speak before being interrupted. “I thought we had something. We had something last night and then he comes back in to your life….just like that.” His voice began to raise as he came to a stop. “Has he told you to stay away from me again?” He paused again and came even closer. “I’ll never leave you, your my everything.” He finally stopped after his voice began to crack slightly and I tried to reach out to him and pull him back but he was too far gone before I could do anything. I struggled my way out of the corridor and walked over to Jericho, telling him I’m going to call it a night and gave him a kiss on the check. “Hey barman, can you make sure she gets to her room okay?!” I heard him shout to the barman to which he happily nodded his head and told another member of staff something before coming out and grabbing me and showing me the way to my room.

[thesimonkshow]

The Master & The Prince; How Survivor Series should have been (Original Fic)

Summary: Seth Rollins has been the lightning rod of anger from the WWE Universe and it’s starting to affect him. After Kevin Owens insults him by bringing up The Shield, Seth is at his breaking point. However the arrival of a friend from another brand throws everything up in the air.

Notes: This will contain violence (obviously, this is a wrestling themed fanfic), course language & smut towards the end.

Author’s Note: This is a fanfic that I just threw together this morning, this is actually the first one I have written & published online, so please take that into consideration.

AND REMEMBER; these individuals are not my property, all use of WWE & NXT individuals in fanfic form applied to fair use. So with that being said, let’s begin.

Seth Rollins was in a bad mood. He had just confronted Kevin Owens about his defection to NXT at War Games & he retaliated by bringing up Seth betraying The Shield, which had happened once, incomparable to the opposing RAW team members consistent level of betrayal, which seemed to happen every other day.

So now Seth was in the corner, trying to keep his anger under control, it seemed to flare up more these days, but he found solitude often ebbed it away. He didn’t notice the pacing of feet as someone sat down besides him “Well hey there Seth. Someone got you hot and bothered?” Seth turned to see Finn Bálor, his friend & also a member of the NXT team this evening, and as much as he wanted to confide in him, he knew Raw had to come first. “And why would I tell you?, you’d only use it to further your team.” “Now why would I do something like that? I may be on their team, but you & I run deeper than this match.” Finn responded. Seth sighed, maybe it wouldn’t be an issue to drop his guard around Finn. “Fucking Kevin Owens, I brought up War Games, cause I was worried about our team that I have pit my grieviances aside for, and that bitch brings up me betraying The Shield, when he’s on Betrayal number who fucking knows?” Finn chuckled “That little cunt wouldn’t know loyalty even if it decked him in the face.” Seth let out a gutteral laugh, somehow things felt better when he was with Finn. They had grown close when they first feuded, the connection deepening when they would face The Miz for the Intercontinental Championship, Seth even considered making him a Shield member, maybe something even more, but anytime he thought about it, his mind returned to Dean & he pushed the thought away.

“It seems like your putting your reputation on the line for people who couldn’t give a shit about you. They just throw you away like you’re nothing. I remember when I faced The Fiend at SummerSlam, everyone wanted me to lose, I was so alone, so unhappy. And when I lost I heard the audience cheer & I felt so full of rage, like darkness just filled me. I waited for my moment to strike, and when it came, I ripped Johnny Gargano from limb to limb.” Anyone listening would have run away at Finn’s brutal delivery of words, yet Seth listened to Finn entranced. He felt the same way, he’d tried to stand for the lockerroom, for Vince, for WWE, but found himself hated and despised. Legends had tried to stand up for him like Bret Hart, but their appreciation did the exact opposite of what was intended. Hell In A Cell was both a release of that tension but also rock bottom, the hatred became like acid, attacks on him became more frequent. After emerging from that damn hole after being attacked by The Fiend at the draft, he had felt humiliated, but that quickly turned to rage, he had felt that same anger Finn felt.

“Yeah, I know what you mean, after everything that has happened, when I beat Bray up & set fire to his house, I felt so good, like at WrestleMania where I won the Universal Championship. I felt like Seth Rollins again.” “When Hunter pulled me from the roster & got me back to NXT, I felt like I had just won the Intercontinental title again. So on top of the world, even though I should have known I was all along, I just needed that push.” Seth paid attention to every word Finn said, it felt as if his friend knew his struggle & was giving his hand to help, the only person he cared about was giving him a way out. “Listen, I have to get back to my team, but I heard you weren’t gonna be wearing your RAW shirt, so if you choose, I got you something more your style. See you out there.” He pushed a package into Seth’s hand, grinned and set off. Seth opened the package, making sure no one was looking & grinned, he knew what he had to do.

The match was fury and fire as expected, Drew scored a big opening by knocking Dominik Dijakovic out in a few moments and to Seth’s delight, Kevin was quickly chucked by Tomasso Ciampa. After a lengthy match, he, Roman & Finn were the only surviviors. He knew Roman would form an alliance with him & sure enough “We take Finn, then you & me” he heard Roman whisper in his ear “Always man” Seth said back, Roman advanced forwards. Seth knew, now was the time.

He raced up behind Roman, low blowing him, putting Roman into a Pedigree & let Finn take him out. The crowd, already hostile enough on it’s own right, began booing at an alarming rate. Seth caught Finn’s eye & Finn knew what Seth wanted to do, he slipped out of the ring, marched to the announcer & tore the mic out of their hands. Returning to the ring he passed Seth the mic, the crowds now preceding to chant CM Punk as loud as they possibly could. “SILENCE!” Seth screamed with so much malice and venom exuding from his booming voice, that everyone actually listened and fell silent, even the commentary team. “For years I have been the one paving the way for WWE, creating The Shield, becoming the beacon for every division when I joined The Authority, setting a precedent for Money In The Bank when I cashed in the Main Event of WrestleMania, a precedent yet to be topped! I became a Grand Slam Champion & even came to your aid when Brock Lesnar had this division by it’s balls and wouldn’t let go, TWICE!” Seth sucked in an angry breath & continued “And how did you repay me? You spat on my reputation, you cursed my name when I disagreed with AEW, when I tried to stand up for everyone in the back, you hoped for The Fiend’s success, though he’ll soon take down everyone in his way, with no chance of anyone else succeeding. You wished for my death just for your own pettiness to be sated. You ran from me, just like your precious Roman Reigns ran.” He kicked Roman’s unconscious body emphasising his point. “He ran, all the way to SmackDown & never once bothered to check up on me. Use me to achieve his selfishdesire of getting his ‘Band of Brothers’ back together, and what did he do? Threw me away like I was disposable. Dean left because Vince used him, got the crowd to hate him through his turn that night, through those orders of saying he wanted Roman dead. Dean saw through it, much earlier than this time last year, he was right to leave.”

Seth looked at Finn, every word he said about the universe turning on him, he meant, not just for himself but for Finn as well “There was one man who truly cared, and that” he gestured over to Finn, watching on with his trademark smile, not filled with love, but with pure evilness, joyful at how Seth was brutalising everyone “was Finn Bálor. He was the only one who knew exactly what I was going through, cause he was there in my spot just months ago. He even knew I wasn’t myself, so he got me something that showed he knew me, what I’m all about, what I should have been about from Day One.” Seth ripped off his Red Chicago cover & the entire arena gasped. Below it, Seth wore Finn’s package, a half shirt, one side with Seth Freakin’ Rollins, another a side decorated in gold and black, the NXT logo emblazoned on the front.

“The Prince saw me when I was feeling the strain & gave me a way out. So no more Monday Night Rollins! I am no longer here to please you or anyone else. I’m in it for myself like Finn, doing things because I want to. I’m The Master of NXT, and if anyone gets in my way I will BURN. THEM. DOWN.” Seth let out his familar heel cackle & threw the mic away, hitting Corey Graves in the face with it. As the crowds boos sounded, he no longer cared, he was liberated, himself again. He grabbed Finn’s hand, the two survivors, the two that would always survive & strode to the back of the arena, they turned & in unison, raised Finn’s trademark guns, and shot right at the centre of the ring, where Roman still laid broken.

NXT would go on to win the evening, and a party at the bar was where everyone went, even the Undisputed Era, still sore but exctatic that their brand won the night. Triple H was the only one whom noticed Seth & Finn were not there, he rang them both, letting them know where their victory party was. Unbeknownst to Triple H, Seth & Finn were partaking in their own victory party. In Finn’s apartment, the two had thrown off each others clothes, both men on the bed, Seth’s head thrown back in ecstasy as Finn’s mouth worked his cock. “Fuck Finn, I’ve wanted you for such a long time.” Seth moaned, Finn proceeded to suck Seth’s balls, Seth letting out a sharp groan “Fuck, I should have told you earlier, I put it to the side, scared of hurting Dean, no more, I do what I want from now on.” Finn moved up to Seth’s face, kissing him. “And what does The Master want?” Seth gripped Finn’s back tight “You, Finn Bálor.” He threw Finn onto the bed, sinking into his tight ass. Both men moaned as Seth set a solid pace “Fuck, you feel so good around me Prince Bálor. So good for your master.” Finn gave Seth a sharp kiss “We’re each others prince and master, we work with each other, on our own side because we want to work together, the NXT division will tremble before both of us, together on our rightful thrones, the way we knew it was from day one, the way it should have been.” Motivated by Finn’s powerful words, the two began to thrust faster and faster, the clock on the wall, the pouring of the rain, the buzzing of their phones, all lost to their pleasure. “Seth, I’m about to cum.” Finn moaned out loud as Seth grabbed his dick and began to jerk it, desperate to get Finn off, to get his Prince to orgasm. “Seth yes, keep going. SETH FUCK!” Finn screamed at the top of his lungs as he came, landing atop of Seth’s hairy chest. He leant down and licked it off, causing Finn to moan. God Finn, your ass is so tight, I’m going to cum too” Seth made to pull out but Finn pushed him back down, causing him to fall on top of Finn’s chest, Seth felt every single one of Finn’s amazing abs. “No Seth, I want you to cum in me.” Seth’s face, eyes and whole body lit up with pleasure, he thrusted with more strength than he’d ever had, leaning down to kiss Finn as he came, shot after shot filling Finn’s ass. Pulling out slowly, Seth collapsed next to Finn. Pulling him in for a kiss. “Wow babe, why didn’t you say anything earlier? We could have been together all this time.” Seth finally caught his breath and answered “Dean, I always thought of him, how angry he would be if I moved on. I would have Shield bumped with you, had you as a fourth member if it wasn’t for him.” “Fair enough” Finn sighed into Seth’s chest “We’ve got each other now though, as we truly are: The Master & The Prince.” Finn moved up to Seth’s face, Seth leaning down, catching his soulmate’s lips in an Earth shattering kiss.

Author’s Ending Note: So yeah, a lot to take in, but I wondered how a heel Ballins would work. So I threw this together, remember to like, leave a comment and/or reblog if you enjoyed it. And remember to support fanfic writers.

[combatfaerie]

Call for fanfic requests

DISCLAIMERS: - These would be written in April, during Camp NaNoWriMo. So if you request something, don’t expect it to be done and posted until May at the earliest. - I make no guarantees. I might not get to your prompt in April, but I'll definitely try. If I don't get it done in April, I may work on it later. - I get final say, obviously. Just because someone makes a request doesn't mean I have to fill it. That doesn't mean I think it's a bad idea; it just might not be a good fit for me. THINGS I'LL WRITE: - Rollynch/Brollins fanfic - I'm also open to Becky/Seth/??? depending on who the third person is. (That's not a sex/gender thing, I promise. It's purely about the individual character. For example, I'm not a fan of Ronda Rousey, so I won't write about her, but I also won't write about Brock Lesnar for the same reason.) - if there are other WWE wrestlers you'd like to see me write about, let me know! I can't promise I'd be interested, but I do want to branch out. (The following are hard NOs: Brock Lesnar, Ronda Rousey, Lacey Evans.) - AUs are potentially fine, depending on what they are. I can't write a WWE/Riverdale AU because I've never watched Riverdale, for example. - can be a one-shot or a multi-part fic - pretty much any rating range (but if you want something specific, you have to let me know; otherwise I'll assume any range is fine) THINGS I WON'T WRITE: - Rollynch/Brollins break-up fic (unless it's ultimately about them getting back together) - reader-insert fic - NXT or AEW crossovers (I don't have access to either show; I get a digest version of NXT, so I know a bit of what's going on, but not much) HOW TO REQUEST: - Send a PM/DM to me at Tumblr, Dreamwidth, Wattpad, or Twitter (same username on all sites)

[stratusisms]

I thought the MILF thing ran it’s course, already. 😭 figured I had passed that phase, but if it’s still in, all the better for me. Break out the confetti, mama still got it. 💪🏼 but hey, you’re looking pretty great yourself, these days. This company be treating you right.

Not that having everyone come to you would be much of a task. I’ve seen the videos of the crazed Shield girls, even worse, I’ve read parts of the fanfics. 🙈 Shit, you guys might just have acquired yourself a dedicated, travelling, Brock Lesnar Guy-esque super fan in me, then. Only if it’s off screen seats, though. Gotta rock the Mom Bun if I’m doing all that travelling. 😂 No, no.. someone backstage, ha. Now I feel bad because I know someone would be so stoked at that opportunity. Maybe we should just pull someone for the fun of it? Always nice to make someone’s day.

6 years yet the legacy went on for so, so many more. definitely crazy to think about. no one said the MILF category isn’t where it’s at you know. and really, you look amazing. don’t think twice on that.

heh. I’d pull that bs shit, crossing my arms and making them come to me instead. I’m not for that walking line of bs. you know them fans would notice you so damn fast, right? you’re you. any of the matches you want though, front row seats off camera are available for ya. I get you, wait a friend as in a fan that’s going, or a friend as in backstage peep? bc like if it’s a fan, they scored big bc they can come on back and get VIP too. x) exactly though. the times are changing and this shit needs to get upgraded too. as for SDL itself, there’s so many people I haven’t seen in far too long. I’m looking forward to when I actually make it to a show. any time I have planned to head over there they book me on Rampage. some kind of karma

[vprgirl1887]

Tagging: @sophiagriff

Your first rescue was not what you’d expected.

Then again...was it your first rescue? Brock had rescued you from a cold death in the woods, after all. Perhaps this was just your first police rescue. Either way, it wasn’t what you’d expected. You were crammed in the box, sobbing as much as you could against the duct tape after seeing Brock get shot. Was he even still alive? You had no way of knowing.

The van had started moving. It had been bumpy, especially as he got faster, and you once again had to resign yourself to the idea that you were never seeing Brock again. You had only Lorraine, and no idea where you were going. The van stopped, but then it didn’t start moving again. You’d assumed it was another red light, but then you heard voices and the sound of the back being opened.

You kicked your feet a little, hoping that somebody would hear you. A minute later, the chest was opened and you were gazing up into the friendly and familiar face of Officer Moreau. When he saw you, he grinned. You were saved.

Brock awoke in the hospital. He could hear the steady beeping of a machine, and there was a searing pain in his arm. He’d been shot. He couldn’t believe that man had shot him. But, more importantly, he had to know what had happened to Angel.

He started to get up. A nurse came rushing in. “Sir, sir, you need to lie down,” she said. “You’ve lost a lot of blood, and-”

“Angel! I need to see Angel,” Brock said. “Is she alright? Did they find her?”

The nurse frowned. “I’m sorry, sir, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Just sit down, and we can-”

“Where’s Officer Moreau?” Brock asked.

“Officer Moreau? He’s with - oh.” The woman paused, frowning. “With two young ladies...one of whom is named Angel. I understand now.”

“I need to see her,” Brock said.

“I can go and see whether she can come here,” the nurse replied. “Just please, lie down.”

“Promise that you’ll bring her here? Or at least Officer Moreau?” Brock asked.

“I’ll at least bring Officer Moreau,” the nurse said. “I can promise you that.”

It was several minutes before the nurse returned, to the point where Brock was considering getting up and going looking for her. She was pushing Angel in a wheelchair, though, and his heart leapt when he saw her.

“Angel!” he said. “You’re okay!”

“Brock!” Angel exclaimed, her face lighting up when she saw him. “Oh my god, Brock, I was so scared for you!”

“Scared for me?” Brock asked as the nurse pushed the wheelchair right up to the side of the bed. “Scared for you, you mean!”

“No,” Angel said softly, reaching out and gently taking his hand. “I was scared you were dead, Brock. I didn’t know what had happened until Officer Moreau found us.”

“Are you okay? Why are you in a wheelchair?” Brock asked, gazing intently up at her.

“Lower leg fracture,” Angel replied softly. “When he was handcuffing me, I told Lorraine to run, and he kicked my leg in so I couldn’t escape while he went to catch her...he broke my leg a bit.”

“Oh, Angel,” Brock said softly, lifting a hand and gently laying it on her cheek. “I’m so relieved that you’re okay.”

“I’m relieved that you’re okay,” Angel said, giving him a smile. “I spoke on the phone with Paul and-”

“I’m not worried about work right now, Angel,” said Brock, shaking his head. “All that matters is that you’re here and you’re safe. Work can wait.”

[dirtywrestling]

Valentines Day - Brock Lesnar (18+)

Commission: @ladydawningfox

Pairing: Brock Lesnar x Anberlin

Summary: Becky drags Anberlin to a Valentines Day party where Anberlin drags her boyfriend, Brock. Anberlin quickly grows bored of the party only for Brock spice things up.

Warnings: 18+, Cursing, Public Sex/Sex in the next room, Mild Fingering, Cream Pie, Minors DNI

Word Count: 1,604

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The table I sat at was covered in pink and red confetti, small red hearts were also mixed with the shredded paper. Cardboard cupids hung from the ceiling along with more hearts. Sugar cookies and other goodies were spread out on the snack table. Liv Morgan was the one who wanted to throw a small get together so no one would feel alone on Valentines Day at her house.

To be honest, I wasn’t alone. My best friend, Becky, dragged me to this and I dragged Brock, my boyfriend along as well. Hey, if I was going to suffer, so was he. Music was playing all throughout the house; some superstars were dancing and drinking, while others mingled. 

I sighed heavily, leaning back in the seat I was in, pulling out my phone and scrolling through social media. Giggles erupted in the room. I looked up to see Becky, Bayley and Sasha surrounding a smiling Finn Balor who must have said something funny or adorable to make them laugh. That Irish man was something else, all the women on the roster and fans loved him. His greenish blue eyes were hypnotizing but not only that, the man listened.

Looking over to my right I saw my boyfriend sitting next to me, talking to Randy Orton, sharing old memories of their pasts. They talked about some matches they did and even pranks they did to the women wrestlers back in the day. The people I came here with either left me or are ignoring me. I placed my hand on Brock’s shoulder, trying to get his attention, but he kept talking. “Can we go now?” I whined, even though I was the one who brought him. He was having more fun than I was!

Brock looked over at me and gave a light chuckle at me pouting. “In a few, you need to be patient, princess.” He shook his head lightly and his attention went back to Orton. “Sorry, someone is getting grumpy.” Randy snickered at Brock’s comment about me.

My face became heated with embarrassment. I wasn’t grumpy, I was bored. Huffing out a breath, I crossed my arms over my chest and slouched into the chair, waiting to leave. A rough hand was on my knee, gripping it lightly. I arched an eyebrow to see Brock’s hand slowly going up my leg as he kept up a conversation with Orton. My heart slowly started to beat faster, thumping against his chest. I swallowed thickly as his hands dipped in between my legs, his fingers dancing along my clothed pussy. 

I quickly stood up, the chair screeching loudly behind me. Brock’s hand dropped from my lap and back onto his. Randy had a confused look on his face while Brock was smirking up at me. “I’m- I’m uh… Going to get something to drink.” I spoke the words so quickly it sounded like gibberish. Rushing away from the two men I went to an empty room. 

“Is she okay?” Randy asked Brock, watching me rushing away from them. “The kitchen is that way.” Randy laughed loudly.

Brock chuckled lowly and nodded. “Yeah, she’s fine. Just being impatient.” Brock sighed. “You know how it is.” 

“Totally.” Randy grumbled lowly, grabbing his alcoholic beverage and taking a sip. Randy was just freshly out of a long marriage and he was looking to hook up. 

“Excuse me, I’m going to check up on her.” Brock stood up, heading into the room I was in.

“What the hell was that?” I asked when Brock entered the room. He had a grin on his face at my new mood.

“What? It was funny.” Brock snickered, but I wasn’t laughing. I had my arms crossed and glaring.

“You know how I feel towards Orton so why do it in front of him?” The man was a big player before he met his wife and now that he is divorced, who knows how he was, probably even a bigger asshole now that he’s single again.

Brock gulped, breaking eye contact to look away but snapped his head up to look at me once more. “I didn’t mean to do it in front of him, you were bored, what else was I supposed to do? Go under the table and eat you out?” 

“Fuck off, I’m going home.” I spat at him. Walking towards the doorway to leave the room he quickly grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to him. 

“You’re not going anywhere. I was trying to make you comfortable, less bored but you were stubborn and rushed away.”

“Brock, get off.” I demanded, trying to push his hands off me as he gripped my waist and held me tight. “I’m going home, I don’t want to be here anymore.” Trying to pull my wrist away from him I was having a difficult time.

“Do I need to fuck this attitude out of you?” Brock let out a low growl. Silence filled the room, my heart beated fast as I thought up a witty remark.

“You couldn’t fuck it all out of me even if you wanted to, Lesnar.” I squealed as he pinned me against the nearest wall. He shoved my pants and panties down and turned me around, my chest and stomach pressed up against the cold surface of the wall. “Brock!” I gasped, squirming to get away from him. “Brock stop, there’s people in the other room.” I tried to remind him. “Someone can walk- in!” I squeaked out the last word when he dipped his fingers in between my legs and pushed past my now quivering lips. His large digits dipped into my wet cunt and swirled around. “Seems like someone became wet to my touches.” He collected my juices only to pull out his fingers and place them into his mouth, tasting me. 

“Hmm, it tastes like honey.” He moaned, pushing his pants and boxer down he pushed me closer against the wall. “Let them walk in, enjoy the show.” He teased, gripping his throbbing cock he gave it a few strokes. “I can’t wait to bury my fucking cock in you, Anberlin.” 

I tried looking at the door in the corner of my eyes to see if anyone was coming in. The tip of Brock’s cock slowly pushed past my tight wet wall. I clawed at the tan colored wall, my nails digging into the drywall. The sweet burning sensation rippled throughout my pussy and up my spine as he stretched me open.

“Ah-” I screamed until Brock’s large hand quickly covered my mouth.

“I’ll fuck this attitude out of you in no time.” He grunted, thrusting his hips upwards. His cock pulsed inside my pussy. Skin slapping against skin slightly echoed throughout the room, luckily no one could hear since the music was playing some up beat song in the background.

My orgasm rose as he kept pumping his cock, his free hand grabbing my hair and giving it a rough tug. I thought being squished up against a wall was uncomfortable while he roughly tugged at my hair, but I wasn’t thinking about that at all. My eyes fluttered shut as I was coming close to my climax.

“Fucking bad girl, so impatient that I have to fuck you just a few feet away from your friends.” Brock growled in my ear, his hot breath panting against my skin. I could feel sweat collecting against my clothes making it sticky. 

“Brock.” I moaned against his hand, his free hand trailed up my stomach underneath my shirt and cupped my breast.

“Being so naughty, I didn’t even want to come here in the first place.” He grunted, his thrust became harder, faster. Basically fucking his anger all out on me, I didn’t know if I was going to come or pass out. 

“Brock, please.” I mumbled a moan once more, my vision slightly going blurry, my pussy gripping his cock tighter. My heart was hammering in my chest as I heard laughter right around the corner. I wanted to bite down on his hand and shove him off of me so we could quickly adjust ourselves and go back to the party but I started to see stars, electricity flooded my veins as I reached my climax. “Oh fuck!” My muffled screams were saved by his hand, my juices gushing over his bare cock.

“Fuck, I’m close, I’m close.” Brock tossed his head back, letting go of my hair and my mouth. Brock’s hand left my breasts only to grip my waist as he rammed his cock harder in and out of my fucked cunt. “I’m coming.” He let out a throaty moan. I could feel his hot seeds spurting inside of me.

Soft moans left my throat as his seed was fucked into me, my head pressed agaisnt the wall as I swallowed. I winced as Brock’s large cock slowly pulled out of me, his semen spilling down my inner thighs. He grabbed the hem of my panties and pulled them up so his sticky come would drip onto the damp fabric. “Don’t take these off until we get home. I want you to talk to all of your friends while my seed is dripping out of you.” He placed a firm slap on my ass.

We both started to fix our appearances. Brock flattened his shirt while I fixed my hair. I looked at Brock as he stared at me with a smirk. “You should invite me to these things more often.” Brock winked at me and left the room to head back to Randy to strike up another conversation.

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[demondivaxx-blog]

So this is one of my current stories, Heyman Girl. It is about Alexa Bliss and how Paul Heyman takes an interest in her. She will get toss into some crazy stuff. Brock Lesner find her quite... interesting but will she have some people from her past that will get in the way? Read and find out.

[empireofwrestlemania]

Legend of the Beast

Everyone knows the story of the Beast. They say he lives in a lair close to the border between the Demon Kingdom and the Wooded Kingdom. They say he is part man, part monster. They say he eats children and scares grown men to their core. But how much of what is whispered is true? Is any of it even true? Is it possible for such a being to exist? Bill Goldberg thinks it is.

A retired and accomplished warrior, Bill Goldberg swears by the existence of the Beast. Goldberg served as a knight in the Emperor’s forces for twenty years, and after leaving the Emperor’s service, has worked tirelessly to hunt down the Beast and prove his existence.

Raised in a small village shrouded deep within the Wooded Kingdom, Goldberg says that the Beast’s existence was never doubted within his hometown. His town, which no longer exists due to an intervention by the current King Bray Wyatt, is most commonly known for its practice of sacrificing virgin girls to appease the Beast, in the hopes that doing so would protect them from his wrath, prevent him from eating their crops, and keep their children safe.

Goldberg, who commonly recounts this tale over several drinks at taverns across the Empire, recalls that the virgins sacrificed to the Beast were not killed - not directly, at least. Rather, they were dressed in beautiful gowns and chained to a tree a ways outside of the village. About a day’s walk away, the tree was supposedly chosen simply because it was somewhat warped and recognizable enough to be used on a regular basis. Girls who found themselves chained to the tree, Goldberg states, were never heard from again.

The practice was done annually, which meant that the villagers were constantly having children so as to guarantee that there would be virgins aplenty each year when the time came. Many young women in the town would run away before their eighteenth birthdays, too afraid of being left to the Beast. Others saw it as their duty to remain pure and give themselves up to protect their families and neighbours. Others, still, would intentionally go about trying to lose their virginity before the time came, though the men of the town were punished mercilessly if they aided a potential candidate in this endeavour.

Goldberg was sixteen when his older sister was given to the Beast. He recalls her as being a shy, intelligent young woman with the potential for a bright future. Even his father fought the decision, wanting his daughter to travel and study rather than fall victim to the Beast. There was nothing that could be done, though, and so she was dressed up and walked to the Beast’s Tree, where she was tied up and left.

Goldberg, however, refused to let his sister die like that. He decided that he was going to sneak away, rescue her, and run away with her. He recalls having no idea where they would go, only that he wanted his sister to be safe and he didn’t want her to be fed to the Beast. “Damn the whole town,” he says as he recounts the tale at the tavern, “let the Beast eat their livestock and rampage through, as long as my sister was alright.”

His family was in mourning, and he doubted that it would surprise them to wake up the next morning and find that he had run away. His only hope was that he could get to his sister and get away with her before they figured out where he had gone or what he was doing. He packed a bag, hid it beneath his bed, and when his family was all asleep, he crept out of the house.

He ran much of the way there, he recalls, so he was tired and out of breath when he arrived. His sister was still tied to the tree. When she saw him, she asked no questions, only requested a drink of water. She had been tied there for a day and a half by then, with nothing to eat or drink. He untied her, gave her some water, and told her his plan. She agreed with him, not caring what curse befell the town, only wanting to be free and safe. Off they went.

After about an hour of walking, the pair came upon a most unusual sight - a small castle in the woods, one unknown to them. They knew that it was not the King’s castle, but they also knew that they were nowhere near the Capital City or the Demon Kingdom’s Volcano City, so what castle could this be? They decided to knock on the door, to take shelter and see if the castle’s occupants could help them.

“No one answered the door, of course,” Goldberg recounts, “and my sister, she was frightened and thought we should leave, but I was sixteen and boisterous and afraid of nothing, so of course I said we ought to go inside.”

Goldberg and his sister went into the castle, but found it darkened and empty. His sister immediately refused to go any further, so they agreed to leave. When they turned back and walked out the doors, though, they saw a man standing outside.

“The man was huge - looked all human, but you could tell that he had to be some part giant, some part orc,” Goldberg describes. “He had blond hair and blue eyes and you could see murder in them. He looked like he’d been some kind of specially bred for destruction, but there’s no way - I think he was created, by some angry witch or warlock or something like that, and placed in the world to destroy.”

Goldberg says that at this point he told his sister to run, and she did. The Beast pounced at him, tackling him to the ground. Goldberg recalls being certain that he was going to die, but wanting to take the Beast down with him. He pushed with all his sixteen years of might, and managed to throw the mighty Beast off of him.

Realizing that this might be his only chance to escape with his life, Goldberg got up and bolted. He ran in the direction his sister had gone, and he knew the Beast was in pursuit because he could hear him.

“Of course,” Goldberg says, “I embellish the fight scene every time I tell it. Nobody in a bar likes to hear a story where all I do is push the Beast off of me and run away, but that’s what happened.”

Goldberg caught up with his sister, by which point he realized that he could no longer hear the Beast behind him. They slowed down and looked behind them, and sure enough, the monster was gone.

After that, they continued to flee until they found a small town near the bottom of Lake Armbar, within the Demon Kingdom. They settled in there. Goldberg eventually moved to the Capital City to serve on the Emperor’s forces, while his sister married a young widower from the town in which they’d settled. She passed away twenty years ago as a result of complications during childbirth, but Goldberg says that the life she lived was happy, full of freedom and love.

“She made the most of the time she had after I saved her from the Beast,” Goldberg likes to say. “She gave me two beautiful nieces and three handsome nephews. I visit them on a regular basis, and they’re wonderful kids - and her daughters will never have to grow up with the fear that they might one day be sacrificed to the Beast the way she did.”

Though Goldberg’s hometown no longer exists, many of its old families and inhabitants still maintain the practice of sacrificing young women to the Beast. It is estimated that at least four small villages scattered throughout the Wooded Kingdom come together annually to give up a young virgin to the Beast. What becomes of these women is unknown, as they are reported to be never seen or heard from again - but of course, it’s highly likely that many more escape and live happy, fulfilling lives elsewhere in the Empire, as was the case with Bill Goldberg and his sister.

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