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punksyeet · 8 months ago

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- Make You Proud ❥

Plot: Gianna (OC) surprises her man in California, where he wins his first ever singles championship.

Warning: Hefty flirting, mature language, & smut!

"You're all set," the tall man at TSA exclaims, sliding over a tiny bin with my phone and Apple watch.

"Thank you!" I respond cheerfully, re-pack my things and proceed to walk over to my gate.

I find a corner seat and place my luggage down, get comfy against the wall, and pull out my phone.

After about 10-15 minutes of scrolling on Instagram and Tiktok, I get a message that immediately makes me smile.

Joshua 🧸🩵: Safe travels my love. Text me when you land okay? I love you.

My Lady ❤️: I will baby. I love you more. 🤍

For context, WWE is headed to California for Monday Night Raw.

And while my boyfriend thinks that I'm spending our time apart visiting my parents back home in New York, I'm actually headed to surprise him for the show.

There's been lots of buzz on social media about him finally getting another title opportunity tonight and I wanna be there for, what I believe will be, his big win.

Actually, it's not even just for his big win, it's more so just the thought of us being together.

While I adore and will forever be committed to Joshua, our relationship is by no means perfect.

He's been in the business for about 14 years now, and we've been together for about 3 of them.

Whether it's for a PLE or just weekly live tapings, he's on the road for 5 sometimes 6 days out of the week.

Wrestling is his passion and brings out the best in him so, while I miss him a lot — and I mean a lot — of the time, I would and could never bring myself to ask him to put it aside for us.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts when an announcement echoes through the airport speakers.

"Flight #389 to Ontario, California is now boarding."

I take a deep breath, gather all my things, and board.

See you soon my love. <3

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** Josh's POV **

As I'm in the hallway doing a mini warmup for my match, a familiar face walks up with a tiny smirk on his face.

I turn to him and smile. "What's up, uce?"

One of my closest friends in the business, Sami Zayn, nods. "Big night for you, dawg."

"Yeet," I reply, nodding.

Big night is an understatement.

I want my own title more than anything.

And I'm gonna get it.

"Ya know," he begins, breaking the comfortable silence. "That Intercontinental Championship meant the world to me."

I nod understandably.

"And tonight," he continues, tapping me on the chest. "You make that Intercontinental Championship yours!"

I continue nodding, except this time with a smile.

"You hear me?!" he asks, holding out his hand for our handshake.

"Thank you uce," I reply, slapping our hands together. "Thank you, my dawg. Thank you, man. Love you!"

"You've got this! Go get it!" he continues, hyping me up.

"Yeet!" I call out as he walks out of frame, and continue my warmup.

Moments later, the camera man signals that our segment is done.

"Aaaand cut!" he calls, turning off the red light on his camera. "Awesome job guys!"

Shortly after, Rami's music hits.

"I'll see you later man," he exclaims, pulling me into a hug. "Good luck tonight."

"Thank you uce," I reply, patting his back and letting him go. "Go get em!"

As he walks into gorilla and out of sight, I head to my dressing room to change.

By the time I'm dressed and ready to go, it's about ten minutes until the main event - me and Bron Breakker for the IC title.

I take a deep breath and decide to shoot my lady a last minute text before heading out.

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** Gianna's POV **

Josh's close friend Rami just finished his segment with a man named Gunther, and the crowd is still buzzing.

I feel my phone vibrate in my purse and automatically take it out, smiling when I see a text from my man.

Joshua 🧸🩵: About to go out there. Gonna do this shit and make you proud baby. 🩵

My Lady ❤️: You always do, my love. I'll be watching. 🫶🏽

Little does he know, I'll have the perfect view.

I smile and place my phone back in my purse before taking a deep breath.

About a minute or two later, Josh's entrance music hits and the crowd goes insane.

As he enters from the crowd, I automatically take notice to his gear.

It's my favorite one that he wears: baby blue and white colored with "YEET" and palm trees embroidered in bright pink, white air forces, and pink glasses to match.

I smile as he enters the ring, dancing to his theme, while the crowd never stops hyping him up.

As the music switches and his opponent enters, I'm unable to keep my eyes off of my man.

The way he paces back and forth, licking his lips, and delivering mean mugs.

Fuck, I'm so lucky.

As the match rolls on, Josh eventually spears Bron through the barricade.

My heart drops as he lays there, visibly exhausted but still pushing.

I don't know how he does it. He's so incredible.

As he looks up at the crowd, our eyes meet and the world stops.

His jaw practically drops at the sight of me and a gorgeous smile appears on his face.

I smile back and blow a kiss his way.

After taking a second to process what's happening, he puckers his lips and sends one back, before focusing back on the match.

As he drags Bron back into the ring and follows up with another spear, the crowd gets somehow louder.

He climbs up onto the top rope and takes a deep breath before delivering his finisher: the Uso splash.

My heart stops and I cover my mouth while the crowd counts along with the referee.

Once the count hits three, he lays back and the crowd goes from loud to deafening.

I jump up and cheer, tears streaming down my face.

He did it! He fucking did it! My boy is a champ!

"HERE IS YOUR WINNER!" Samantha Irvin announces from ringside, tons of emotion in her voice. "AAAAND NEEEEEWWWW! INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION! MAAAAIIIIN EVENT JEY UUUUSSOOOOOO!"

I cheer even louder, clapping my hands, still sobbing.

He lays there with the belt for a while before being helped up by the referee and having his arm lifted above his head while holding the championship in his other.

As he exits the ring, he runs over to me and grabs my face, pulling me into a kiss.

I kiss back, smiling against his lips, before pulling away and wrapping my arms around him.

He hugs me back, panting into my neck and giving me kisses there too.

"I'm so happy you're here," he says just below my ear so that I can hear him above all the cheering. "I love you."

"I love you," I reply, more happy tears strolling down my face.

Smiling, he pulls away and grabs my face for another quick kiss before heading up the stairs in the crowd to celebrate with fans.

Nothing could top this feeling.

I'm so beyond proud of my baby! <3

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** Josh's POV **

As I step into the gorilla, an eruption of claps and cheers for me by Paul and other staff begins.

I smile breathlessly and immediately hug him.

"How are you feeling?" he asks, patting my back.

"On top of the world," I reply, still trying to catch my breath.

Everyone laughs, including me, as he pulls me into another hug.

We pull away and take a classic pointing picture in front of the WWE logo.

On my way back to my locker room, I run into even more co-workers and get lots of congratulations.

But when I open the door, I'm brought with my favorite sight of the night: my girl.

Without a word, she runs into my arms and we share the tightest hug in the world.

"I'm so proud of you," she coos into my neck, tons of emotion in her voice.

I smile and kiss her cheek. "Thank you, baby."

She pulls away and cups my face, tears streaming down hers. "You're a champion. You're my champion."

"Always and forever ma," I reply and pull her in by her waist, pressing our lips together.

She automatically kisses back and wraps her arms around my neck.

Deepening the kiss, I slide my tongue across her bottom lip, earning a tiny moan from her.

About a minute more of this goes by and we pull away, pressing our foreheads together.

"What do you say we get out of here and go celebrate properly after my shower?" I ask, caressing her ass.

She nods, biting her bottom lip. "Sounds perfect."

I smirk and kiss her temple. "Stay here and look pretty. I'll be back."

She giggles and we share another quick kiss before I leave her with my title and head to the bathroom with fresh clothes.

The hot water feels unreal on my body, especially after damn near killing myself during the match.

Once I finish, I towel dry myself and change into a white Nike sweatsuit, my air forces, and my silver chain.

I clean up after myself and head back into my dressing room, where my girl is sat with the title against her waist and scrolling on her phone.

"Shiii you look better with that thing then I do," I exclaim, making her look up.

She chuckles, stands up, and puts it around my waist. "There's no better looking champ than you, baby."

I smirk as she leans in and presses our lips together once more. "Mmm thank you, my love."

Hand in hand, we gather my stuff and exit the arena, earning a couple more congratulations from people as we leave.

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** Gianna's POV **

Tonight has been magical.

After Josh and I left the arena, we went and grabbed dinner at Waffle House and drove back to my hotel room.

Thankfully, he has another live event here tomorrow so we didn't have to end our night in an airport.

Right now, he's currently downstairs grabbing a spare key for the room, and I'm working on making this night end perfectly.

I quickly run into the bathroom and strip out of my outfit from tonight, then change into his favorite lingerie set of mine: black, lace, and see thru.

I doll myself up and fix my hair, before throwing on my silk robe and heading back into the room.

A few moments later, I hear footsteps and my man steps back into the room.

"I got the key," Josh exclaims, holding it up and shutting the door behind him.

I nod and pat the empty spot on his bed next to me. "Come, love."

He raises an eyebrow suspiciously but walks over anyway, getting into bed next to me.

"Whatchu doin girl?" he asks, throwing an arm around me and rubbing my thigh with his free hand.

I turn to face him and climb onto his lap, straddling him. "Just helping you relax."

"Oooo," he coos, smirking and sliding his hands onto my waist.

I giggle and lean in, pressing our lips together.

He automatically kisses back, his hands trailing down to my ass and squeezing it through the silky fabric.

** smut warning! **

I quietly moan at the feeling and begin to grind on him, swaying my hips up and down his crotch.

He moans in the kiss and we slowly pull away, me tugging at his bottom lip.

I climb off of him and stand between his legs, untying the robe and peeling it off my skin.

He watches my every move and practically drools at the sight of my body, reaching out to caress every inch that's revealed.

I continue the show by unhooking my bra and letting it fall to the floor, as well as slowly sliding down my panties and stepping out of them.

"Fuck," he mutters under his breath, caressing and toying with one of my nipples.

"I believe you're a little overdressed sir," I exclaim, taking a few steps closer and pressing my now naked body against his.

He smirks as I pull his hoodie over his head.

"Look at this body," I coo, running my hands up his abs, to his chest, and onto his shoulders. "The body of a champion. Of my champion."

I lean in and run my tongue up his collarbone and neck, sucking and kissing his gorgeously tanned skin on the way.

He lets out a sexy moan, holding me close.

After a few moments of this, I give him one last kiss on the corner of his mouth and pull away to remove the clothes from his bottom half as well.

His dick immediately springs out when I remove his boxers, to which I respond with stroking and showering light kisses onto his tip.

"Shit," he whispers, cupping my face with one hand.

"That feels good, hm?" I ask, continuing my kisses down his length.

"Mmm fuck," he utters between moans. "So fuckin good. I need to be inside you, baby."

I smirk, lightly push him back against the headboard, and straddle him once more.

Except this time, I line his dick up with my pussy and lower myself onto it.

I gasp at the feeling of his full length practically in my stomach and, after a few seconds, start moving.

"Oh yes," I moan, holding onto his thighs for balance with my head thrown back as he takes one of my breasts into his mouth.

Soon enough, he starts moving as well, his thrusts pulsating into my body.

The sound of our skin slapping mixed with combined moans echoes throughout the room.

"Fuck baby you're so tight," he groans in my ear, a firm grasp on my ass cheeks. "This my shit?"

"U-uh huh!" I reply, unable to speak a word.

He slaps my ass. Hard.

I whine at the feeling.

"Don't make me ask again ma," he demands, his voice low and sexy. "Use your words."

"Y-yes da-addy," I reply between moans. "T-th-this pussy is all yours."

He frees one of his hands and brings it to the cheeks on my face, squeezes them, pulls my face in, and crashes our lips together.

"Mmm!" I moan against his lips, still on cloud nine from the way he's fucking me.

A few moments go by until I feel absolutely weak.

"J-Joshua! D-daddy!" I call out.

"Yes baby?" he replies, applying kisses below my ear.

I pant breathlessly, attempting to speak but the words just won't come.

"Talk to daddy my love," he coos, taking a strand of hair away from my eyes and helping me relax. "Tell me what you need."

"I-I'm gon-I'm gonna cum," I practically scream out, holding onto his neck for dear life.

"Mmm good girl," he praises as I let loose, slowing down his thrusts as his climax fills me up as well.

** smut over! **

"Fuck," I say just above a whisper, rolling off of him and laying flat on my back on the bedsheets.

He chuckles breathlessly, turning over and wrapping a protective arm around my waist. "You feel good, baby?"

I nod, my eyes closed and my mouth hanging open.

He smiles and kisses my bottom lip. "I'll get a bath started for us, yeah?"

I nod again, laying my head down on the plush pillow.

I feel him get up and open my eyes just the tiniest bit to watch his fat ass walk off.

Fuck, he's so fine.

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** Josh's POV **

Gi and I just finished up our bath.

It felt like heaven, despite me putting my body on the line twice in one night.

I'm now carrying her to bed.

Between me practically fucking her to sleep and jet lag, she's exhausted.

I lay her down on the plush sheets and tuck her in so she's comfortable.

"Mmm thank you baby," she exclaims quietly, half asleep with her eyes closed.

I chuckle and stroke her cheek with my knuckle. "Anytime my love."

I hop into bed with her and shut the bedside lamp, then wrap her into my arms.

She kisses my chest and leans into the crook of my neck.

It's not long before I hear light snores pouring out of her.

"Goodnight my baby," I coo, before kissing her temple and drifting off to sleep myself.

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fanfictionsweetheart · 2 months ago

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Crazy

Pairing: Dominik Mysterio x Reader

Summary: It’s Wrestlemania and (Name) gets to see her man win the Intercontinental Championship.

Trigger/Content Warning(s): none really, major fluff, suggestive talk

Word Count: 1084

A/N: This is my first ever RPF fic of any kind, but I fell back into my WWE bullshit mainly because of Dom and I’m not even sorry. I’m just experimenting but so far I like it. I have an idea for a smutty follow up to this fic. Anyway, enjoy.

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If you had told (Name) that she would be in the crowd at Wrestlemania a year ago, she would have rolled her eyes.

If you had told her she would be there because she was dating someone involved in the WWE, she would have called you crazy.

And if you had told her that the someone involved just happens to be a wrestler so many people loved to hate but she just loved, she would have said you were out of your mind.

But a meet and greet a year prior had led to a private coffee date the next day.

And where he was cruel and cocky in the ring...Dominik Mysterio was an amazing boyfriend. He was still cocky, but it mostly just made (Name) laugh. He was cute when he leaned into the heel personality at random. Truth be told she fed into it more often than not.

It wasn’t her fault that the “Daddy Dom” thing could make her weak in the knees.

He had said he could get her a seat in a sky box if she wanted. But she told him no, if she had her choice she wanted to be ringside. Close as possible in the crowd. She wanted to feel the moment.

Even though they were together it wasn’t well known, since on screen he was with Liv, who was honestly the real life couple’s biggest cheerleader. She thought they were so cute together. And tonight (Name) was Dom's biggest cheerleader.

She was wearing one of his merch shirts (the Latino Cheat t-shirt that she’s cut the sleeves off of) in the biggest size she could get to wear it as a dress over some sheer tights along with fishnets over top.

She liked how sexy she felt. And he loved to see her in his merch. (Not all of that ego was just for show)

She cheered loudly when his entrance music began. She knew his eyes would scan the crowd for her and she could practically feel when they landed on her. Her whole body on fire as their eyes met for a moment. The cocky grin on his face grew when he saw her.

She couldn’t help but feel a little cocky herself that she got such a reaction out of him.

There was something to be said about watching a pro-wrestling match in person. There was nothing like it. Being in the crowd cheering and screaming with every moment. The electricity in the arena was intoxicating.

And it was even more so when the man you were in love with was one of the men in the ring.

She always rolled her eyes at the commentators talking about ‘Dirty Dom’, she knew it was their job, and if Dominik wasn’t bothered she wouldn’t let herself be. Sometimes they were outright ridiculous.

She was on the edge of her seat. She didn’t know the outcome, she never asked for insider info. She wanted to be as surprised as she always was when she was just a fan.

The cheer she let out when he won the Intercontinental Championship bubbled up from deep inside of her. He deserved it. He had worked so hard.

She wanted to cry, she was so happy for him.

After the replay when he ran back out to celebrate once more a few tears did escape as she cheered for him. The entire stadium had erupted for him.

Their eyes met for a moment and it was like he was brandishing the title just for her. Showing off.

God she was proud of him.

She waited until the last match had finished to slip away from her seat and make her way backstage to find her boyfriend. She had a VIP badge of course.

She was directed towards his dressing room, the new Judgement Day’s clubhouse. She may have been a woman on a mission but she did greet a few of the wrestlers she knew better as she walked. Dominik was outside his dressing room finishing up a quick interview, but he caught sight of her right away. She grinned and waited until the cameras were off of him to hurry over.

Practically throwing herself into his arms when she got close enough. Dominik easily lifted her up to spin her around making her laugh mix with his.

“I’m so happy for you, babe,” she said when her feet were back on the ground.

“I may not have said it on camera but that win was for you,” He said before kissing her.

She giggled, he was a total sappy romantic behind the scenes. And she loved it. She kissed back, her arms locked around his neck melting into his embrace.

He broke from her lips grinning like an idiot. He looked so cute when he smiled like that. She cupped his cheeks and pecked his lips once more. His hands rested on her hips and hers went back to set on his shoulders.

“You think you’re up for traveling with me now?” He asked with a laugh.

He’d been hinting at it for a while now, but she had wanted to set up a few things before she could feel comfortable doing so. Mainly checking if she could work remotely or not.

“Of course,” She said, “I got everything taken care of with my boss.”

“You know you don’t gotta work if you don’t want to, I can take care of you,” Dominik murmured.

She just shook her head, huffing a laugh. She’d told him before that she didn’t mind working. And she wouldn’t even think of not having a job unless they were married. And while they loved each other she didn’t know if he was ready for that kind of commitment yet.

But if he asked she knew she would say yes.

She wasn’t going to say that here though. So she just kissed him once more.

She leaned in to murmur in his ear, “I know you have more you gotta do tonight, but save some energy to see the surprise I’ve got under this to celebrate.”

Dominik had to control himself from groaning audibly and just squeezed her hips tightly. He couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel that night for another reason now.

(Name) wasn’t the only one who had a surprise for the other tonight. There was a small black box sitting in his duffel bag just waiting for the right moment. And tonight was for sure the right moment.

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mrsarcherofinfamy · 3 months ago

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•Finn Balor x Reader•

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*Y/N's POV*

Penta wins his match when Carlito runs into the ring and starts beating on Penta. I stand on the outside watching as Dom and Carlito continue to beat down Penta. Bron Breakker's music hits and my jaw drops seeing him walk out. Carlito rolls out of the ring as Bron runs down the ramp and hits him with a nasty spear. I cover my mouth standing at the corner of the ring watching him get hit. Bron climbs into the ring as I look over at Dom wide eyed.

"Dom!"

I yell when Bron charges him, hits the ropes and spears Dom basically in half. I cover my mouth with my hand shocked at everything that has happened. He spears Penta as well than asks for his title. He goes to hold it up when Finn climbs into the ring behind him. I climb up onto the ring, wave at Bron, blow him a kiss and wink at him. He smirks at me when Finn grabs him and takes him out with an elbow to his chest. I climb into the ring, pick up the intercontinental championship and hand it to Finn with a smirk. He smiles at me and takes it from me. He puts his arm around my neck and holds up the title. I put my arm around his waist and look up at Finn smiling.

"Damn you look good with that title baby. And I'm going to help you get it."

Finn smirks looking over at me, puts his hand on my cheek and runs his thumb over my bottom lip.

"I can't wait to fuck you in it too."

I bite my lip looking at him and he continues to smirk. He throws the title at Bron as I kick him in the side. We roll out of the ring and walk to the back being completely lost in a sea of boos.

The end! ❤️

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anotherjheastan · 4 months ago

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This Will Be Our Year - A Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley Fanfic

CW: suggestive, kissing, mentions sex, implied sexual activity, fade to black

Chapter 11 | Chapter List

Chapter 12: Victory Laps

September 23, 2024 - Ontario, California

Jey had a busy weekend so they didn’t get to hang out. Rhea checked in with her family and friends when she wasn’t relaxing. Jey almost forgot to get plane tickets to California so they weren’t sitting together, but managed to be on the same flight. Tonight was his championship match against Bron Breakker for the Intercontinental Title. They would be rooming together. And Rhea was looking forward to potentially doing more than sleeping.

Rhea spotted him soon after she arrived at the arena. He was standing outside, pacing and wringing his hands.

“Hi,” Rhea said as she approached.

He smiled at her, looking relieved. He walked over to meet her and hugged her tight.

“What’s wrong?” Rhea asked.

“I’m nervous,” he said.

“Don’t be. That title is yours,” Rhea said, touching his face.

“I know I can beat him,” Jey said. “But what if something goes wrong?”

“It won’t,” Rhea said. “You’ve got this, Jey.”

He started to lean in, but hesitated, looking around first.

Rhea smiled and leaned in. “I don’t care.”

Jey smiled and kissed her. They held each other close. They separated, foreheads touching and arms still entangled.

“Get a room!,” Damian yelled.

Rhea and Jey burst out laughing. Rhea turned and waved at Damian.

***

Rhea had settled backstage to watch the match after yeeting during Jey’s entrance. She sat next to Damian. She had on her outfit from earlier: black corset, black pants, and black boots. Her eye makeup was purple around the eyes and blue on her eyelids for Jey. She watched, accidentally digging her nails into Damian’s skin during tense moments.

“Take it easy!” Damian reminded her, gently removing her hand from his arm. Bron had just kicked out. She thought it was over.

“It’s close,” Rhea said. “Too close.”

“He’s got this,” Damian said.

Rhea nodded.

Jey hit Breakker with a superkick outside of the ring, stopping Breakker’s spear. He hit Breakker with a spear when he was up again. He dragged Breakker back to the ring and hit him with a final Uso splash. One, two, three. Ding, ding, ding. Jey did it! He had won the Intercontinental Championship and his first singles gold.

Rhea and Damian went wild backstage, screaming and jumping up and down. Rhea got teary-eyed watching Jey get emotional. She and Damian tracked him down as he was making his way to the locker room. She squeezed him with all her strength, almost knocking the belt of his shoulder. Damian patted him on the back.

“I’m so proud of you,” Rhea said, beaming.

He smiled. “Thanks, boo.”

He told her to go on to the hotel. He was gonna get cleaned up there. She headed out with Damian and put the champagne bottle she had bought earlier on ice. She threw her blue and white YEET shirt on. The pizza arrived just before Jey. When Jey came in, Rhea played his music. Jey smiled and held up his title. They ate and drank champagne. After a call from Kayden congratulating Jey, Damian headed to his room.

Jey hugged her from behind and kissed her neck. She smiled.

“You got to freshen up,” Rhea said, holding his arms against her. “Let me freshen up.”

Jey kissed her neck some more and Rhea stifled a moan. “You smell good to me.”

Rhea giggled. “I’ll be quick.”

Jey gently grabbed her chin and turned her face to him. He kissed her and sighed.

“Okay, boo.”

Rhea took a shower and put lotion on. She looked over her body a few times, nerves fluttering in her stomach. She put on the YEET shirt and nothing else. She stepped out of the bathroom and looked at Jey. His eyes were low, but he was awake. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and was sitting up in bed. He looked over at her and his eyes widened. He looked down to wear the shirt that was just barely covering her in the front. He turned off the TV and pulled the covers back.

“Come here,” he said.

Rhea walked directly to him instead of going to the other side of the bed. Her heart was pounding. She leaned down and kissed him, shivering as she felt his hands slide up her thighs and under her shirt to her waist.

“You sure?” he asked quietly, pulling the covers away from his lap. He was still wearing his underwear.

Rhea nodded.

“I don’t have any condoms,” Jey said.

“I do,” Rhea said, smiling.

Jey smiled and pulled her onto his lap. He kissed her lips and went to her neck. Rhea moaned and slipped her fingers into his hair.

“Can I take this off?” Jey asked, tugging on her shirt.

“Yes,” she breathed.

He took her shirt off and tossed it to the floor. He looked her over, admiring her.

“Lie down,” he said, his voice low.

Rhea pressed up against his chest as she shuffled over him to lie down. He smirked. She looked at him as she settled onto the bed. He pulled off his boxers and Rhea’s eyes widened, her breathing ragged with anticipation. He leaned down and kissed her, not lying on top of her. She tried to pull him closer, but he broke the kiss and kissed her collarbone and chest. Rhea gripped the sheets as he went lower and lower, watching her intently.

***

Rhea heard knocking and Jey mumbling “oh shit,” as she slowly woke up. She sat up as Jey quickly threw on his joggers and ran to the door.

She reached for her phone and rubbed her eyes. It was 11 am. Rhea sat up. 11 am?! They were supposed to be long gone by then. They had missed their flights. She read her texts from Damian.

Damian: oh y’all aren’t coming downstairs?

Damian: y’all okay? Still sleeping?

Damian: I didn’t see you at the airport.

Damian: I’m getting on the plane. Text me when you’re up.

Rhea sighed and Jey came back to the bed.

“I have to call downstairs to see if we can get another night,” Jey said. “And then I have to see when the next flight is.”

Rhea smiled, thinking about why they had woken up late in the first place: round two in the middle of the night. Rhea had woken up to get some water and accidentally woke Jey up, breaking his embrace. One thing led to another. Round one had been slow to start, considerate. But round two was intense, filled with an urgency like long-distance lovers reuniting.

She looked at him and bit her lip. He smiled.

“Behave. We gotta figure some stuff out first,” he said. He stood up and walked over to the hotel phone.

“And after?” Rhea asked, lying down.

Jey licked his lips, looking away from her as he dialed the front desk. He looked back at her. “We’ll see.”

She smiled.

They got the room for another night. The next flight available didn’t leave until 6 pm. They ordered breakfast and ate in the room. Rhea showered and got dressed. She texted Damian while Jey was in the shower.

Rhea: Hi Damian! Yeah we overslept 😅

Damian: I bet. Long night huh?

Rhea: Something like that 🤭

Damian: Y’all got a flight?

Rhea: yeah, leaving at 6 pm

Damian: safe travels, hermana

Rhea: Gracias, hermano

After they were all packed up, they checked out and headed to the airport. They ate lunch at the airport, struggling to keep their hands off each other. Some fans had spotted them—some taking photos from a distance, others asking for pictures. They took a few photos before settling at their gate. They snuck some kisses there.

“Watch us be on Twitter tonight,” Rhea said, giggling and shaking her head.

“I don’t care,” Jey said, stealing another kiss.

They shut everything and everyone else out. They focused on their own little world until they heard the boarding call. They got on the plane and settled in for the flight.

When they arrived at Rhea’s house, she told him to stay and he nodded. He kissed her, pulling her close. She pulled away, grinning. Rhea grabbed his hand and pulled him to her bedroom.

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#rhea ripley #jey uso #jhea #wwe fanfiction #jhea fanfiction #jey x rhea #rhea ripley x jey uso #this will be our year jhea #cw mentions sex #cw implied sex #fade to black

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soullesssenpai · 3 months ago

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WWE Titan Takedown Post-Mania State of the Union

Hi, Intrepid Viewers!

Happy Tuesday! We now live in a post-WrestleMania world, and a few headlines directly involved our righteous wrestlers, so I thought it might be a good idea to do a little rundown/recap of what happened at WrestleMania and how it impacted the ongoing storylines our wrestlers are involved in!

As an aside before we get started, thanks so much to all the folks who have reached out with questions and/or reblogged previous titan takedown/wwe posts of mine!

On to Mania! So, as I previously noted, three out of four of our righteous wrestlers were on the card for mania: bayley, kofi, and xavier all had matches when I wrote my original post, but boy have things changed since then! Let’s start with the less complicated news: The New Day are NEW tag champs!

That’s right, our boys (who are still VERY heelish, rocking lots of sparkles and saying everybody needs to get on their knees and thank god for them) took the WWE Tag Team Championship titles off the War Raiders in a solid match during night 1! They won and literally sprinted out of the ring and up the ramp, like true chickenshit heels. This actually marks Kofi and Xavier’s seventh reign as tag champs, the most times anyone in wwe history has held them. New!! Day Rocks!!!

Talking about heel work is a good opportunity for a little wrestling 101/explainer, since a few folks asked about faces/heels and fan reactions. In wrestling, the best heels are the ones that make you love to hate them. Dominik Mysterio is a GREAT example - he just won the intercontinental title, and gets booed to all hell every time he walks out, but he’s one of the most cherished wrestlers in the company. Fans boo as a form of love for the really good heels, letting them know you see the character work they’re doing and you’re eating it up. When the new day comes out and the crowd boos, or kofi’s mother disowns him (which happened recently) it’s all in good fun.

That being said, there certainly are heels who are being booed because the audience hates them. Logan paul was also there this weekend, which is all i want to say about that.

But on to the slightly messier situation: the Bayley of it all! This time last week, Bayley was scheduled to challenge for the WWE Tag Team Championships with Lyra Valkyria. Though they’re not really a proper tag team (more of a mentor/mentee duo that’s still figuring out their chemistry) Bayley and Lyra did go through a gauntlet to earn their title shot against the champions, Liv and Raquel.

We were all set for Bayley and Lyra, until during Friday night Smackdown, they showed footage backstage of Lyra tending to Bayley, who had been mysteriously attacked. (wrestling 101 note, bayley was not attacked in real life. This is what you’d call an ‘angle.’) with Bayley writhing in pain on the ground, a distraught Lyra is told that she’s got 24 hours to find a new tag team partner.

I might’ve accidentally spoken this into existince for saying I hoped she’d return in my last post, but when the time came for Lyra’s tag match versus Liv and Raquel, her mystery partner ended up being none other than her fellow Irishwoman and mentor, Becky Lynch. I could write essays on essays about Becky and her importance to wrestling, but she’s been away for a year, so this was a big return.

Becky and Lyra went on to *win* their match, making them the new WWE tag team champions. Because Lyra is also currently the reigning intercontinental champion, a lot of folks were wondering what the plan was, because even though she and Becky are very close, they’re also not really a tag team, and it’s a strange choice to put a singles champion (Lyra) into the tag division.

Nonetheless, Lyra and Becky showed up to Monday Night Raw last night as the new champs - Liv and Raquel invoked their rematch clause, and got a chance to take their titles back. The rematch between Liv/Raquel and Becky/Lyra ends with Liv pinning Lyra, meaning Lyra and Becky lost their belts after just a day. We then got a heel turn!!! Becky, angry that Lyra lost them the titles, attacked her protege, turning against her.

Shock! Betrayal! Becky, how could you!? (Side note, I prefer Becky as a heel, and her husband Seth also just turned heel, so very excited about this development). What does this mean for Bayley, you all ask? I’ll give the in-kayfabe answer/prediction first, which is that Bayley will likely disappear from tv for a few weeks before returning to feud with Becky. She’ll get her lick back and probably pick up her feud with Roxanne Perez, who’s still running around on Raw.

However, some recent interviews Bayley’s done have definitely given some insight into the situation. There was (understandably) some outcry after Bayley was taken off of the WrestleMania card so last minute. It’s a big deal to have a mania match, and for a veteran like her to be yoinked away like that sucks.

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Again, I could write oodles and oodles about how wrestling contracts work and i don’t want to get into the weeds on things, but this is kind of the latest development in an ongoing thing where Bayley isn’t getting the respect she’s due. She’s one of the four horsewomen of WWE, but as she said in the interview, she feels like she isn’t on the same level as the others (even if she absolutely is).

So that’s the titan takedown state of the union! New Day are heel champs, Bayley has been “attacked” and we’re waiting for her return/see what her next move is. If you want my crackpipe theory, I’m hoping she heads to All Elite Wrestling soon, but that’s a discussion for another day.

#dimension 20 #d20 #wwe #dungeons and dragons #titan takedown #bayley #becky lynch #brennan lee mulligan #dnd #xavier woods #kofi kingston #the new day #austin creed #lyra valkyria

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Shawn barely wins, and uses the opportunity when the Doinks (goddamn fucking clowns) distract Crush to kick him in the back of the head to win his match, thus keeping the Intercontinental Title during King of the Ring 1993

#Kevin Nash #Shawn Michaels #Big Daddy Cool Diesel #The Heartbreak Kid #HBK #WWE #Kevin holding on to Shawn as Shawn sways is SO CUTE ahhh

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acute-crashout-jeyuso · 7 months ago

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Sacrifices (Book 2 of 3 BTR Series) a Jhea Fanfic.

Chapter 23: Cleaning House..

February 28th, 2025 – 1:55 PM

Damian descended the stairs, his steps light but deliberate, scanning the cozy yet sophisticated interior of Jey and Rhea’s home. His gaze landed on a massive family portrait hanging prominently in the living room. It was a blown-up photograph taken in Pensacola, showing Jey, Rhea, and Jey’s sons, Jeyce and Jaciyah. In the picture, it looked as if Jey was carrying all of them, their smiles beaming with happiness.

“I love the family portrait,” Damian said as he reached the bottom of the stairs, gesturing toward it.

Jey looked up from the couch, where he was scrolling through his iPad, and smiled. “That’s my favorite one,” he admitted, his voice filled with pride. “Rhea thought it be perfect in the living room..”

Damian nodded, his expression warm but observant. “She was right. It says a lot about what you two have built here.”

Jey leaned back into the couch, clearly pleased. “You like your guest room?” he asked, changing the subject.

“Yeah,” Damian said, smirking slightly. “I knew Rhea decorated it the moment I walked in.”

Jey chuckled knowingly. “She spent Wednesday night putting up those framed posters of you and her—the Terror Twins’ biggest moments. She’s been hyped about surprising you with that ever since she started working on it.”

Damian shook his head, impressed. “She’s too much, man. She doesn’t miss a detail.”

“That’s her,” Jey said, leaning forward. “I took care of the room her parents are staying in, though. That one’s all me. Got pinnacle moments from my career framed in there—me and Jon winning our first tag titles, me winning my first Intercontinental championship. Stuff that shows what kind of man she’s marrying.”

Damian’s smirk faded, replaced with a pointed look. “Oh, you mean someone who gets too frustrated and takes it out on her?”

The room fell silent. Jey froze mid-motion, his eyes narrowing slightly as he processed the unexpected shift in Damian’s tone.

Damian took a step closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over Jey. “She told me what you said to her in Titusville, Jey,” he said, his voice low but firm. “You’ve got to cut that shit out—for real.”

Jey’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t respond immediately.

Damian didn’t back down. “You think it’s just words, but it’s not. Every time you let your frustration spill onto her, you’re chipping away at something that’s already been through enough. You keep doing that, and you’re not just fucking with her—you’re fucking with me.”

Jey exhaled sharply, sitting up straighter. “Damian, I—”

“No,” Damian interrupted, his tone even sharper. “Listen to me. She loves you, Jey. She’s fought like hell to get to this place with you. You’ve got a family, a home, everything. Don’t screw it up because you can’t handle your emotions.”

Jey’s shoulders sagged slightly, the weight of Damian’s words sinking in. “I know,” he finally muttered, his voice quieter. “I know I’ve got to do better. I’m working on it.”

“You better,” Damian said, his tone softening just a bit. “Because if you don’t, you’re not just answering to her—you’re answering to me, too.”

Jey nodded, the tension in his expression easing slightly. “Thanks, D. I mean that.”

Damian gave a small nod, stepping back. “Good. Now, let’s grab a drink or something before Rhea gets home.”

Jey stood, a faint smile returning to his face. “Sounds like a plan.”

The two men headed toward the kitchen, the air still heavy but a bit more settled. Both knew the conversation was far from over, but for now, they would let it rest.

—

Meanwhile..

Rhea stood confidently at the front of the boardroom, a series of notes and ideas scattered across the large table in front of her. The room was alive with energy as she laid out her vision for the upcoming WrestleMania 41 match card. Her focus was on the return of the Money in the Bank ladder match, a historic moment in WWE history that would see the 7th and final participant—a returning Jey Uso—make his mark.

“Jey’s inclusion in the match would add an unparalleled layer of intensity, if this is his first ever Money in the Bank win, he needs to do an Uso splash from the ladder to take out at least three others.” Rhea was saying, her eyes scanning the room for feedback. Paul sat at the head of the table, his gaze fixed on the presentation. Bruce seated to Rhea’s right, was flipping through notes. The conversation was fast-paced, each of them contributing ideas about how Jey could return and make an impact at WrestleMania 41.

But as Rhea continued to talk, discussing the timing of Jey’s cash-in and how it wouldn’t do justice to Gunther if it were to happen too early, she suddenly stopped mid-sentence. Her hand instinctively went to her stomach, her breath hitching slightly. It wasn’t like her to lose focus, but something felt… off.

“Everything okay?” Paul’s voice was calm but laced with concern, his eyes narrowing as he saw the change in Rhea’s demeanor.

Rhea tried to shake it off, her free hand moving slightly as if to dismiss the feeling. “Yeah, just a little winded. I’m fine,” she managed, but her words were clipped, her breathing coming in shorter bursts. She tried to power through, but it wasn’t working. She could feel her energy slipping away as the room around her seemed to blur slightly.

Bruce, who had been sitting quietly, immediately noticed the change. “Rhea, you sure you’re alright?” he asked, his voice filled with genuine worry.

Rhea opened her mouth to respond, but the words never came. Instead, her vision started to fade, and her body felt heavy as if it no longer belonged to her. Her legs gave way, and before she could catch herself, she collapsed, fainting in front of both Paul and Bruce.

Bruce leaped to his feet instinctively, his hands reaching out to steady her before she hit the ground. “Rhea!” he shouted, panic rising in his voice. He gently lowered her to the floor, brushing her hair back from her face.

Paul’s expression hardened, a mix of concern and frustration evident on his features. “Get a medic, now!” he barked.

Bruce pulled out his phone, his fingers trembling as he dialed. “We need a medic in here, now. Rhea just passed out.” He gave the details of their location as Paul knelt down beside Rhea, checking her pulse, his mind racing.

“She’s breathing,” Paul muttered, though his worry was palpable. “But this doesn’t feel right. This isn’t just exhaustion.”

Seconds later, a medic burst into the room, a team member following closely behind. They quickly assessed Rhea’s condition, checking her vitals. Bruce stood back, his face pale with worry. He exchanged a look with Paul, who looked back at him with equal concern.

“She’s not responding as she should,” the medic said. “We need to get her checked out immediately. I’ll make sure she’s stable, but I recommend getting her to the hospital, just to be safe.”

“Do it,” Paul said, voice firm but carrying a hint of uncertainty. “Bruce, notify Jey.”

—

As Jey and Damian continued their conversation, discussing how things had been going in the past few days, Jey had just started telling Damian about his son Jeyce sneaking out when his phone buzzed, interrupting him. Jey looked at the screen, recognizing Bruce’s name immediately. His tone shifted from casual to concerned as he answered the call.

“Hey Bruce,” Jey greeted, his voice tight.

“Jey, it’s Rhea,” Bruce responded quickly, the urgency clear in his voice. “She collapsed during the meeting. We’ve sent her to Stamford General. I need you to get here as soon as you can. I’ll send you the details.”

“Alright, I’ll be there,” Jey replied, trying to keep his composure. He hung up the phone and turned to Damian, his expression shifting from casual to serious.

“Damian, get Rhea’s parents from upstairs. We’re heading to the hospital,” Jey said, his voice urgent.

Without hesitation, Damian nodded. “Got it, I’ll grab them.”

Within moments, the group was piled into Jey’s Mercedes. Jey’s hands gripped the wheel tightly, his mind racing with worry as he sped toward Stamford General. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and all he could think about was getting to Rhea. His son, his family, none of it mattered right now — only Rhea and the baby.

They arrived at Stamford General about twenty minutes later, Jey parking the car with a sense of urgency. Everyone rushed inside, moving quickly through the emergency room, heading for maternity and youth.

Jey walked up to the desk and addressed the clerk. “I’m looking for my fiancé, Demi Bennett,” he said, his voice calm but sharp with determination.

The clerk quickly scanned her screen, then looked up at Jey. “ER31, that’s where she’s located. Room 31 down the hall.”

Jey didn’t waste another second. He motioned for Rhea’s parents and Damian to follow as he hurried down the hall. As they reached Room 31, they saw Rhea lying in the bed, a nurse by her side, and a doctor standing nearby, watching her closely.

Rhea smiled softly when she saw Jey. Her eyes softened with relief, and despite the situation, she managed a faint but comforting smile.

“Hey, baby,” she whispered, her voice weak but warm.

Jey moved quickly to her side, his hand finding hers, squeezing it gently. “You scared me, Rhea,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “What happened?”

Rhea’s mother, looking both worried and relieved, stepped forward. “What’s going on, doctor? What happened to my daughter?”

The doctor nodded and addressed them calmly. “Ms. Bennett collapsed due to stress. That’s the primary cause. We’ve done a thorough check, and everything else is stable. But stress has its toll, and it’s essential she takes it easy from now on.”

Jey’s eyes locked with the doctor’s, his concern growing. “And what about the baby? Is everything okay with the baby?”

The doctor’s expression softened as he reassured them. “The baby is doing just fine. About fourteen weeks along, and everything looks good. Stress can have serious effects on a pregnancy, especially in the early stages. It can cause high blood pressure, reduce blood flow to the placenta, and sometimes lead to premature labor. However, in this case, the baby is healthy and strong.”

Jey’s chest eased at the doctor’s words, though his protective instincts remained strong. He turned to Rhea, his thumb gently caressing the back of her hand. “I don’t want you pushing yourself anymore, Rhea. You’re not doing this on your own. We’ll take care of everything.”

Rhea smiled weakly, her eyes filled with gratitude. “I didn’t realize how much I was pushing myself… I just… I thought I had to keep going.”

Jey leaned in, his forehead resting against hers. “You don’t have to, Rhea. You’re my world. We’ll slow everything down. Just focus on yourself and the baby. We’ll take it from here.”

Rhea’s mother gave a small, relieved sigh, stepping closer to her daughter. “You need to listen to the doctors and take better care of yourself, sweetheart.”

The doctor nodded in agreement. “We’re going to monitor her here for a little while and after we are going to release her, but with proper rest and reduced stress, she should be fine. I’d advise she avoid any strenuous activities, and definitely no more late nights or overworking herself.”

Jey looked at the doctor, a serious expression on his face. “Don’t worry, we’ll make sure of it.”

The doctor gave a brief smile, nodded, and excused himself from the room.

—

5:32 PM

Later that evening, after Rhea was discharged from Stamford General, she found herself resting on the bed in the guest bedroom. Her mom had stayed by her side, ensuring she wasn’t alone as Jey, Damian, and Rhea’s dad were downstairs, talking quietly.

Rhea settled back against the soft pillows, her hand resting on her growing belly, a small smile on her lips as she turned her gaze toward her mom. The soft hum of the house created a sense of calm around them.

“Mom,” Rhea began, her voice quiet but thoughtful. “What do you think of Jey?”

Her mother looked at her with a knowing smile, the kind of smile only a mother could give, filled with a mixture of love and wisdom. “He’s exactly what you needed,” she said, her voice soft yet firm, as though she had seen the change in Rhea herself. “He’s patient with you. He’s protective, but he knows when to let you stand on your own. That’s rare.”

Rhea smiled at her mom’s words, the warmth of her approval soothing a part of her that often felt restless. “I’m glad you think that. I don’t know… sometimes I wonder if I’m doing this right.”

Her mom reached over, gently squeezing her hand. “Sweetheart, no one knows how to handle life perfectly. You just learn along the way. And with Jey, you’ve got someone who’ll support you, even when you don’t think you need it.”

Rhea leaned back further into the pillows, her thoughts drifting to the future. “How did you do it, Mom? How did you handle being pregnant and having a career? I feel like I’m juggling everything and it’s overwhelming.”

Her mom chuckled softly, her eyes softening with the memories of her own experiences. “It wasn’t easy being pregnant with you, Demi. You kicked me at the worst possible times, and Jesus, I thought you were sitting on my bladder the entire time.” She paused for a moment, laughing at the memory. “And I don’t know what it is with you, but you wanted pineapples all the time. I swear I couldn’t keep enough in the house.”

Rhea laughed lightly, a small sigh escaping her. “I still love pineapples,” she admitted. “Did you have heartburn too?”

Her mom laughed with her, the sound light and comforting. “Oh, all the time. I’d eat one of those pineapples, and it’d be like my chest was on fire.”

Rhea smiled at the warmth of the conversation, feeling more grounded with each passing minute. “I’m sorry, Mom,” she said, turning her head to meet her mom’s eyes. “I know I haven’t made things easy for you, especially with everything going on right now.”

Her mom shook her head, brushing a strand of Rhea’s hair behind her ear. “You never have to apologize for being yourself, Demi. But…” she paused, her tone becoming slightly more serious. “Have you started journaling like I told you to?”

Rhea sat up slightly, pulling the blanket higher around her body. “Yeah, I’ve been trying. I don’t know if it’s helping, though. When I write, I just feel like a mess. Like I can’t keep my thoughts straight.”

Her mom smiled gently, a look of understanding in her eyes. “It’s not like a pain pill, where you see relief in 20 minutes, sweetheart. You’ve got to let it take you. Sometimes it helps you make sense of the chaos, even if you don’t see it right away. You’ll feel it in time.”

Rhea nodded, letting her mom’s advice settle into her mind. “I know. I just wish it didn’t feel so… heavy all the time.”

Her mom’s gaze softened as she reached over, rubbing Rhea’s arm. “I know it’s tough. But the most important thing right now is you. Don’t forget to take care of yourself. And don’t push everything down. It’s okay to let things out, even if it’s just in your journal.”

Rhea closed her eyes, taking in her mother’s words. She knew she was right. “I’ll try, Mom. I promise.”

There was a brief pause before her mom smirked mischievously, her eyes narrowing slightly. “No offense, but I think your fiancé is a little full of himself,” she said teasingly.

Rhea raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice curious.

“Look at all these posters of Joshua and his brother,” her mom said, gesturing to the walls of the guest bedroom, where framed posters of Jey and his brother Jon hung. “They’re everywhere. Like he’s the king of the world.”

Rhea laughed, shaking her head. “Mom, the other room has me and Damian all over the walls. I’m sure Jey doesn’t mind.”

Her mom smiled, clearly just enjoying the moment of playful banter. “I’m just teasing, sweetheart. But really, I can see why you’re with him. He cares about you, and that’s all that matters.”

Rhea smiled softly, her heart swelling at her mom’s words. “Thanks, Mom. I really needed to hear that.”

Her mom leaned in to kiss her forehead gently. “I’m always here for you, Demi. Just remember, you’ve got this. And if you need help, don’t be afraid to ask.”

Rhea nodded, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. “I’ll remember, Mom. I promise.”

As the room settled into a quiet rhythm, Rhea relaxed, grateful for the comfort of her mother’s presence. Even amidst the chaos of life, she knew that with her family by her side, she could face whatever came next.

After Rhea fell asleep for a bit, Rhea’s mother descended the stairs slowly, a soft smile tugging at her lips as she saw her husband, Damian, and Jey gathered in the living room. They were chatting quietly, though the mood had shifted slightly with the tension from earlier. The house felt warmer now, as though the presence of family brought an air of comfort after everything that had happened with Rhea.

As she entered the room, her eyes naturally fell on the family portrait hanging on the wall in the living room. The picture was a beautiful moment captured in time. Rhea’s mother smiled softly at the picture before turning her attention back to Jey.

“These are your kids, Joshua?” she asked, her tone warm and curious.

Jey stood up from his seat, his posture relaxed as he met her gaze. “Yes, ma’am,” he said, his voice respectful. “From a previous marriage. That’s my youngest, Jeyce, and my oldest, Jaciyah. He’s actually about to graduate this year.”

Rhea’s mother’s eyes softened, a gentle warmth filling her expression. “My bonus grandbabies,” she said fondly, her voice carrying a hint of pride. “They must be quite the handful.”

Jey chuckled, his smile genuine. “Oh, they definitely keep me on my toes. They’re with their mother right now, though.”

A thoughtful expression crossed Rhea’s mother’s face, her gaze drifting momentarily to the photograph as though envisioning the children growing up before her. “I hope you two have a good partnership despite the divorce,” she said, her tone gentle, yet probing.

Jey paused for a moment, considering the question before answering. “Yes, actually,” he replied, his voice calm. “She’s only about twenty minutes away now. She was living in San Francisco, but she’s here now. So, we’re able to maintain a civil relationship for the kids’ sake.”

Rhea’s mother nodded thoughtfully, her expression reflecting approval. “That’s good to hear,” she said with a slight smile. “It’s important to maintain peace, especially for the children.”

Jey’s eyes softened at her understanding, feeling a sense of relief in her acceptance. “It’s not always easy, but we try to make it work. I think that’s the most important part.”

Rhea’s mother tilted her head slightly, curiosity lighting her face as she asked, “And what does she do for work? Your ex-wife?”

Jey smiled, feeling a sense of pride as he answered, “She’s an assistant manager at a marketing company. Funny enough, WWE actually uses them from time to time for promotional work, so she’s been involved with some of our projects.”

Rhea’s mother raised her eyebrows in surprise, impressed by the connection. “Well, that’s interesting. Seems like everything has a way of tying together, doesn’t it?”

Jey grinned, nodding. “It sure does. It’s funny how things work out sometimes.”

The room fell into a comfortable silence for a moment as Rhea’s mother looked at the family portrait once more, her thoughts likely drifting to her daughter and the growing family she was becoming a part of. Rhea’s journey had been complicated, but Jey knew that her family, particularly her mother, was an important anchor in her life. And he intended to make sure he fit in, supporting Rhea and her loved ones, no matter the challenges ahead.

Rhea’s mother finally turned back to Jey, a thoughtful expression on her face. “It’s clear how much you care about her,” she said softly, her tone serious but filled with warmth. “I can see it in the way you talk about her. I just hope that with everything going on, you’re both able to find a way to balance everything.”

Jey met her gaze, his heart full of determination. “We will. We’ve got a good foundation, and I’m not going anywhere. I’ll make sure she’s taken care of.”

Rhea’s mother nodded, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “I’m glad to hear that. You’re good for her, Joshua. I can see it.”

Jey’s heart swelled at her approval, the sense of responsibility heavier now than ever. He was ready to protect Rhea and their future, no matter what challenges they faced. But for now, he was grateful for moments like this—moments of connection and understanding that brought their families closer together.

For Dinnertime, Damian had managed to entertain Rhea’s parents with his impromptu lesson on how to make pupusas, his lively chatter filling the kitchen. Meanwhile, Jey couldn’t focus on the conversation or the smell of fresh cooking. His mind was with Rhea, his thoughts heavy with worry. He couldn’t shake the image of her in that hospital bed, so fragile. The weight of everything — the stress she had been under, the baby, his careless words in Titusville — it all sat on his chest like a ton of bricks.

He needed to see her, to make sure she was okay.

Jey quietly excused himself from the kitchen, leaving Damian to handle the pupusa lesson, and made his way upstairs. He moved silently through the hallways, stopping in front of the guest room where Rhea was resting. His heart ached as he opened the door and saw her, asleep, peaceful for the moment. He closed the door behind him, walking over to the bed.

He didn’t want to wake her, but the need to see her eyes, to feel her warmth, overtook him. He leaned down and softly kissed her forehead, a gentle caress that stirred her awake.

Rhea slowly opened her eyes, blinking against the soft light in the room, and then she smiled at him, her eyes still clouded with the remnants of sleep. Jey’s heart lifted, but his worries still lingered.

“Hey, baby,” Jey whispered, his thumb tracing her jawline. “You scared the shit out of me today.”

Rhea’s smile faded slightly, her gaze shifting. “I’m sorry, Jey,” she murmured, her voice a little raspy. “I’ve been having bad dreams.”

Jey’s brow furrowed. He could feel the weight of her words — the fear in them, the strain. He sat on the edge of the bed, taking her hand in his.

“Why don’t you tell me about them?” he asked softly, his voice filled with concern.

Rhea sighed and looked away, a small frown pulling at her lips. “I don’t want to bother you anymore than I already am,” she said, the words heavy with something more than just the surface meaning.

Jey shook his head, squeezing her hand tighter. “Baby… are you still upset about what I said in Titusville?” he asked, his voice quiet but desperate to understand.

Rhea met his eyes, her expression guarded. For a moment, she stayed silent before replying, her voice soft. “It’s okay,” she said, trying to convince both him and herself.

But Jey could see it — the hesitation in her eyes, the slight tremor in her words. He knew she was lying, and it broke him all over again.

Jey’s eyes softened with regret. He reached for her cheek, his thumb gently stroking her skin. “I’m sorry, Rhea. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t realize how deep it went,” he murmured, his voice thick with remorse.

Rhea smiled faintly, her lips pulling at the corners. “It’s okay,” she repeated, though the words felt hollow. She wasn’t okay, and Jey knew it.

Jey’s heart ached. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to hers. “I’m really trying, baby. I’m trying to be a better man for you,” he admitted, the vulnerability in his words raw and unguarded.

Rhea looked at him, her eyes glistening with something he couldn’t quite define. “I know… I know you are,” she said softly. “It’s just… maybe I shouldn’t let you see my vulnerability for a while.”

Jey’s chest tightened, his hand still holding hers. “Baby, now you’re shutting me out,” he said, his voice breaking a little with the emotion he was trying to hold back.

Rhea closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. When she opened them again, her gaze was distant. “Jey,” she started, her voice shaky, “what did you expect? You think if we pick out our wedding cake, watch some movies, and cuddle, everything just goes back to normal?”

Jey opened his mouth to speak, but Rhea cut him off, her words rushing out in a raw burst.

“No, Jey,” she said, her voice growing firmer, “I just… I just want to keep my emotions to myself for a while. I need to deal with this on my own.”

Jey felt his world slip, like the floor had been pulled out from under him. Her words stung, sharper than he anticipated. He tried to stay composed, but the pressure of the situation, the weight of her hurt, left him feeling helpless. He wanted to fix it, wanted to make everything right, but it felt like he was losing her little by little.

“Rhea…” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Please don’t shut me out. We’re in this together. We always have been.”

Rhea didn’t respond immediately. She just stared at him, the silence stretching between them like a growing distance neither of them knew how to bridge.

Jey’s heart sank as he realized the truth of what she was saying. She needed space, and he couldn’t force her to open up before she was ready. He wasn’t sure how long it would take for her to heal, but he knew he had to respect her boundaries, even if it hurt.

He gently brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, his hand lingering on her cheek for just a moment longer than necessary. “I’m here when you’re ready,” he said softly. “But I’m not going anywhere.”

Rhea’s eyes met his, and for a brief moment, he saw a flicker of the woman he had fallen in love with. But it quickly faded, replaced by the heavy mask she had put back in place.

“I know,” she said quietly.

Jey kissed her forehead again, his own frustration and helplessness simmering beneath the surface. As he pulled away, he sat quietly beside her, watching her drift off again, wishing there was more he could do.

But for now, all he could do was wait — wait for her to heal, wait for her to come back to him, or wait for them to find their way back to each other.

Jey carefully adjusted the blanket over her, brushing a strand of hair from her face before quietly leaving the guest bedroom. He moved down the hall, his steps deliberate to avoid waking her, and heard the faint ring of his phone from the master bedroom.

Heading towards it, he picked it up from the nightstand and glanced at the screen. The name “Takecia” lit up, and Jey furrowed his brow briefly before answering.

“Hey, T,” he greeted, his tone neutral but curious. “Everything okay?”

“Hey, yeah,” Takecia replied cheerfully. “Just checking—are you still good to pick up the boys on Sunday?”

Jey relaxed and leaned against the doorframe. “Yeah, that’s fine. Sunday works.”

“Perfect!” Takecia said with a hint of amusement. “Oh, and by the way, Demi and Jeyce are too cute.”

Jey’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Wait a minute,” he said, a slight grin forming. “Mr. Bartley actually let Jeyce see Demi again?”

Takecia laughed, the sound light and teasing. “Yup. After I made him write an essay about how sneaking out and kissing girls on his couch is not a good idea. Oh, and I brought Dacre some of my famous brownies. No one cannot resist my baking.”

Jey chuckled, shaking his head. “You always did know how to win people over with those brownies, T. They’re still the best.”

“I know,” she said smugly. “Anyway, I’ll see you Sunday. Be safe.”

“Will do,” Jey replied before ending the call.

As he set his phone back down, he turned to find Bella and Barry, their two large dogs, sprawled out across the oversized king bed. The sight made him shake his head with a smirk.

“Must be nice,” he muttered, scratching Barry behind the ears before heading downstairs.

The soft hum of conversation and the clinking of dishes greeted him as he reached the kitchen. Rhea’s parents and Damian were gathered around the kitchen island, pupusa ingredients around them. Damian leaned casually against the counter, mid-laugh as Rhea’s dad shared a story from their past.

Jey stepped into the room, his presence immediately noticed. “You’re back,” Damian said, nodding toward him. “How’s Rhea?”

“Sleeping,” Jey said with a small smile. “She’s tired, but she’s good.” He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and leaned against the counter, taking a moment to soak in the warmth of the scene before him.

“Good,” Rhea’s mom said, relief evident in her tone. “She needs rest now more than ever.”

Jey nodded in agreement, his gaze drifting toward the clock on the wall. “Yeah, she does. And I’m making sure she gets it.”

Rhea’s dad smiled. “That’s what we like to hear, future son-in-law. Keep my daughter safe, and you’ll stay on my good side.”

Jey laughed, lifting his water bottle as if to return the toast. “Always, Mr. Bennett.”

—

Rhea woke up groggily, blinking at the clock on her bedside table. The glowing numbers read 10:21 PM. She stretched and rubbed her eyes before sitting up, remembering that her parents were likely heading to the guest bedroom by now to get some rest. Not wanting to disturb them, she grabbed her blanket and quietly made her way downstairs.

As she reached the living room, she saw Jey and Damian sitting on the couch, casually watching TV and nursing beers. She smiled at the sight and asked, “Where are my parents?”

Damian looked over his shoulder with a small grin. “Traded rooms with me. Said they’d rather see their daughter on posters than Jey’s face.”

Rhea giggled, her exhaustion fading slightly. She plopped herself onto the couch beside Jey, pulling her blanket up around her shoulders.

Jey turned to her, his eyes warm and attentive. “You want something to eat, baby?”

Rhea thought for a moment, then grinned mischievously. “I want hot Cheetos with nacho cheese.”

Damian raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Really? I made pupusas earlier with your parents. You sure you don’t want those?”

Rhea shook her head firmly. “I still want hot Cheetos with nacho cheese,” she said stubbornly, her tone light but teasing.

Jey sighed with a playful shake of his head. “We don’t have any of that. Late-night run to the gas station?”

Damian leaned back on the couch, taking another sip of his beer. “Looks like it. Could probably use more beer while we’re at it.”

Rhea smiled and slipped on her slides, heading toward the counter where she grabbed her keys. She handed them to Jey with a smirk. “You’re driving. I’m too tired.”

Jey chuckled, taking the keys and motioning for her and Damian to follow him. They headed to the garage, and as the door lifted, Damian’s eyes landed on Rhea’s plum-colored Tahoe parked neatly beside Jey’s Mercedes.

“Look at you with another purple monster,” Damian said, referencing the color of her SUV with a grin.

Rhea laughed, running her hand along the hood of the car. “Jey bought it for me.”

Jey shrugged, a proud smile on his face. “She wanted a family car. Figured this was the one.”

Damian gave a nod of approval, grinning. “Well, you did good, Uce. This thing is clean.”

Rhea slipped into the passenger seat as Jey climbed into the driver’s side. Damian got comfortable in the back, his beer still in hand. Jey started the engine, and the Tahoe rumbled to life, the familiar hum comforting to Rhea.

“Let’s go get your hot Cheetos and nacho cheese preggers,” Jey said with a smirk, backing out of the driveway.

“And don’t forget the beer,” Damian added, already scrolling through his phone for music to play during the drive.

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March 1st, 2025 6:37 AM

The dim, cold light of the holding cells flickered as Thomas groggily stirred awake on the hard bench that served as his bed. The echoing clang of a baton against the bars jolted him fully upright.

“Cal, Thomas!” the guard barked, his voice sharp and commanding. “You made bail. Get your things.”

Thomas blinked, still disoriented, as he rubbed his eyes and stood up. He glanced around the cell, unsure of what was happening. Who would bail him out? He hadn’t called anyone.

Dragging his feet, Thomas gathered the meager belongings he had and the guard escorted him down the narrow hallway, the sound of their footsteps reverberating off the concrete walls. The air smelled faintly of bleach and sweat, a pungent reminder of where he’d just spent the last week.

As they reached the exit, Thomas squinted against the harsh sunlight that greeted him. Parked directly in front of the facility was a sleek black SUV with heavily tinted windows. The vehicle idled quietly, its polished exterior looking completely out of place against the gritty backdrop of the county lockup.

The rear door of the SUV swung open smoothly, and Thomas froze as a familiar figure stepped out. It was Morris.

Morris adjusted his expensive suit, his movements slow and deliberate, the picture of composure. His piercing eyes locked onto Thomas with an intensity that made his stomach drop.

“I’d get in the car if I were you, Cottonmouth,” Morris said coolly, his voice calm but carrying an undertone of menace.

Thomas gulped audibly, his throat dry. He hadn’t heard anyone call him “Cottonmouth” in two years—he earned the nickname for the way he always managed to talk his way out of trouble. But Morris using it now was no compliment; it was a warning.

Heart pounding, Thomas hesitated for a moment, but the weight of Morris’s gaze left no room for argument. Slowly, he descended the steps of the lockup facility and approached the SUV. He climbed in cautiously, the leather seats cold against his back as the door slammed shut behind him.

His fate undetermined..

—

Meanwhile - Liv and Dominik’s Hotel Room

Liv skipped down the hallway of the hotel, her blonde hair bouncing as she carried a small bag of snacks. When she reached the door to their room, Liv pulled out her keycard with a grin, unlocking the door. The click of the lock echoed softly as they stepped inside.

“Snacks are here!” Liv chirped, dropping the bag onto the bed.

Dominik, already sprawled out on the bed, perked up immediately. His eyes lit up as he saw the familiar red bag. “My Cheetos!” he exclaimed, reaching for the Hot Cheetos like a child grabbing their favorite toy.

Liv laughed, shaking her head. “You and those Cheetos, Dom. I’m gonna hit the bathroom real quick,” she said, disappearing into the bathroom.

“Cool,” Dominik replied, ripping open the bag. “I’ll pick out a movie!”

In the bathroom, Liv shut the door and locked it behind her. Her playful smile faltered as she reached into the pocket of her jacket and pulled out a small box. She stared at it for a moment before opening it and pulling out the test inside.

Her hands trembled slightly as she followed the instructions, quickly taking the test and setting it on the counter.

“Okay, 90 seconds,” she muttered to herself, pacing nervously in the small space. Her mind raced with what-ifs as she anxiously counted down the seconds.

When the timer hit 90, Liv turned back to the counter. She picked up the stick and looked at the small window.

Her mouth dropped open, her eyes widening as she stared at the result.

—

The drive back from the gas station was filled with light conversation and an air of calm, though an undercurrent of tension lingered, at least for Rhea. She sat quietly in the passenger seat, her thoughts bouncing between the events of the day and the unresolved feelings stemming from Jey’s words in Titusville. She hadn’t fully let go of the hurt.. and to be honest, she was afraid of another incident like that happening again.

Back at the house, Damian finished the last of his beer with Jey, sharing a few more laughs about old times before excusing himself to his guest room. “Alright, Uso, I’m out. Don’t do anything stupid,” Damian said with a smirk as he walked up the stairs.

Jey chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, yeah. Goodnight, man.”

As the sound of Damian’s door clicking shut echoed, the house settled into a quiet hum. Jey returned to the living room, where Rhea had already sunk into the couch, her legs curled beneath her, a blanket draped over her lap. She glanced up at him, her expression guarded but soft.

“You want a sprite?” Jey asked, motioning toward the kitchen.

Rhea shook her head. “No, I’m good. Just water, maybe.”

Jey nodded and disappeared into the kitchen for a moment, returning with a glass of water for her and a beer for himself. He handed her the glass and sat down beside her, leaving a respectable amount of space between them.

For a while, they sat in comfortable silence, the faint hum of the refrigerator and the soft ticking of the wall clock filling the room. Jey sipped his beer, stealing glances at Rhea, trying to read her mood. She stared at the television, though it was clear her mind was elsewhere.

“You’re quiet tonight,” Jey finally said, his tone gentle, testing the waters.

Rhea turned to him, her eyes meeting his. “Just thinking,” she replied simply, her voice calm but distant.

Jey hesitated, setting his beer on the coffee table. “About what?”

Rhea took a sip of her water, the coolness grounding her for a moment before she answered. “Everything,” she said softly, her gaze dropping to the glass in her hands.

Jey’s stomach tightened. He shifted closer to her, his voice low and sincere. “Rhea… I know I hurt you. I know I can’t just erase it. But please just.. try to see where I was coming from.”

Rhea let out a small sigh, her fingers tracing the rim of the glass. “It’s not just the words, Jey. It’s… how it made me feel. Like I wasn’t enough. Like I wasn’t doing this right.”

Jey reached for her hand, his touch light but firm. “That’s not what I meant. You’re everything to me, Rhea. I was frustrated with the situation, not you. I took it out on you, and that’s on me.”

She looked at him, her eyes searching his for sincerity. “I understand.”

Jey felt flushed, his grip on her hand tightening slightly. “I promise I’ll do better. No more saying things I don’t mean just because I’m in my head. You deserve better than that, and so does our baby.”

Rhea’s guarded expression softened, though a hint of hesitation still lingered. She wanted to trust his words, to believe he could change. “Okay,” she said after a long pause, her voice still not convince though Jey didn’t press on it more than he already had. “But you have to mean it, Jey. I can’t go through this again.”

“I mean it,” Jey said firmly, his eyes locked on hers. “I’m not perfect, but I’m going to try. For you, for us, for our family.”

Rhea nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Don’t think I won’t call you out if you mess up again,” she teased lightly, her tone softening.

Jey chuckled, relief washing over him. “Fair enough. I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

—

March 1st, 2025 2:36 PM

“Hello, how can I help you?” the airport customer service representative asked, her polite tone masking the tedium of a long shift.

Brent Villanueva, better known as Ball Python, shifted uncomfortably on his feet. His tall frame and lean muscles drew attention from passersby, but he avoided eye contact. The single carry-on bag slung over his shoulder held his few belongings—essentials for a quick escape.

“I need a ticket to Reykjavik,” Brent said firmly.

The representative raised an eyebrow but said nothing, her fingers clicking against the keyboard. “Next flight leaves in four hours. That’ll be $1,937.26.”

Brent pulled out his worn debit card, the edges frayed from years of use. As she processed the transaction, he glanced around nervously. The buzz of the airport surrounded him—families on vacation, business travelers glued to their phones, and tired workers trudging toward their gates.

“Thank you,” she said, handing him the ticket.

Brent nodded, stuffing the paper into his jacket pocket before stepping away from the counter.

He wasn’t running because he wanted to. He was running because staying meant certain death.

Copperhead was gone—word spread fast in their circle, even without direct confirmation. And Cottonmouth? Well, Cottonmouth was just stubborn enough to think he could survive whatever King Cobra threw his way. Brent wasn’t about to make the same mistake.

Morris, the man they all feared and called King Cobra, wouldn’t waste time tracking down his so-called “loyal followers.” Brent knew he’d already painted a target on his back the moment he joined *****’s plan to kill Black Mamba. He just didn’t think Morris would take Mamba’s side…

Brent tightened his grip on the strap of his bag and made his way toward the security checkpoint. The loudspeaker above crackled with boarding announcements, each word a reminder that time was running out.

He couldn’t help but think of the other two men still in Pensacola. Maybe they would make it out, but more than likely… they wouldn’t. Brent had seen it before: the calculated way Morris cleaned house, ensuring no loose ends.

As he approached the TSA line, his heart pounded. He was almost free, but deep down, a voice inside of him whispered: Can you ever truly escape King Cobra’s venom?

The airport was cold, the fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow. Brent stepped forward, the weight of his decision pressing on his shoulders. He didn’t look back. He couldn’t.

Four hours later, when the plane roared into the sky, Brent Villanueva left Pensacola far behind… or did he?

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balorscitygvns · 3 months ago

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that girl is mine, she’s mine

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: penta x kyra rollins [KEE-ruh]

𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅: Dominik Mysterio, JD McDonagh, Carlito, Austin Theory

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: angst | fluff

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓: one-shot [requested by anonymous]

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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘:

Penta and backstage interviewer Kyra have been secretly seeing each other for months. No one knows. But when Dominik Mysterio starts flirting with her—live, in front of the world—Penta loses control. His jealousy ignites a brutal feud leading to WrestleMania. And when the final bell rings and Penta wins gold, he’s not just done hiding their relationship—he’s ready to declare it.

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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒:

▸ wrestling violence

▸ possessive

▸ jealousy

▸ probably bad Spanish translation

⸻

“Esto es lo que pasa cuando te metes con mi chica.”

⸻

It wasn’t supposed to be public.

Penta and Kyra had kept their relationship under wraps for almost a year. Secret glances. Private texts. The occasional late-night hotel room door click when no one was watching.

They liked it that way.

Quiet. Theirs.

But then Dominik Mysterio happened.

Four weeks before WrestleMania, during a live backstage interview, Dom leaned a little too close to Kyra’s mic.

“You ever think about trading up?” he smirked. “You’d look real good with Judgment Day colors on, babe.”

Kyra laughed it off. A stiff smile. A sidestep. The interview ended, and she left frame—composed, professional.

But Penta was watching.

And he was done playing calm.

That same night, after Dominik cheated to retain the Intercontinental Title against Austin Theory (with McDonagh and Carlito’s help), Penta’s music hit out of nowhere.

The crowd roared.

He charged the ring with a steel chair and made violence look like art.

Dominik never saw it coming—chair shot to the back, then another, and another. Carlito rushed in and caught a dropkick. McDonagh tried to grab the chair and got superkicked halfway out of the ring.

Penta stood over Dom, breathing hard, chair raised again—

Until security flooded the ring.

Officials, referees, two producers—it took five men to pull him back.

Still, his voice was ice when he muttered to Kyra later that night, behind a stack of crates where no one could see them:

“No estoy celoso.”

He paused.

Then:

“Pero si vuelve a coquetear contigo… le parto la madre.”

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WrestleMania 41

Night Two. Las Vegas.

The crowd was electric.

Penta vs Dominik. Intercontinental Championship. Grudge match of the year.

Judgment Day was ringside. The ref was distracted at every turn. They pulled the ropes, slid the belt, tried to shield Dom from the storm Penta was bringing.

It didn’t work.

Penta fought like a man possessed. Every move hit harder. Every slam more vicious. His kicks cracked. His tope suicida nearly decapitated Carlito.

And when the dust settled, Penta dragged Dom up by the hair—

La Muerte Roja.

The crowd counted with the ref:

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

NEW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION: PENTA EL ZERO MIEDO.

The crowd erupted. Judgment Day was down. Dominik was lifeless on the mat.

And slowly, quietly, Kyra walked up the steps and into into the ring.

Her heels tapped softly against the canvas as she stepped over the ropes. She wasn’t smiling for the camera—she was staring at Penta. And no one else mattered.

Mic in hand, she stepped toward him, preparing for the scripted post-match question.

“How does it feel—”

He took the mic from her gently.

Held the title up in one hand.

“Esto,” he said into the mic, staring straight at the crowd,

“es lo que pasa cuando te metes con mi chica.”

Then he dropped the mic.

Turned to Kyra. And kissed her.

Right there, in the middle of the ring.

The audience screamed. The commentators lost it. Phones lit up across the arena. The secret was out—and neither of them cared.

Penta wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted the title with his free hand, her forehead pressed to his cheekbone.

He was the champion.

She was his.

And now the whole damn world knew it.

No estoy celoso. - I’m not jealous

Pero si vuelve a coquetear contigo… le parto la madre. - But if he flirts with you again... I'll kick his ass.

Esto es lo que pasa cuando te metes con mi chica. - This is what happens when you mess with my girl.

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rootedinrevisions · 10 months ago

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Hey girl can I request a Jey Uso x wrestler reader fic?

(Just imagine that the title match on RAW actually happened at Bad Blood)

Reader is backstage with Jey's family as they all watch his match against Bron Breakker for the Intercontinental Championship

Can you make it emotional too please.

For the Bloodline

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.2k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks so much @miss-kuki-nz for requesting this! I hope you enjoy it!

WARNINGS: None. This is just pure FLUFF!

The atmosphere backstage was electric, the palpable tension mingling with the buzzing energy of the crowd echoing through the arena. You could hear the roar of the fans, your heart racing alongside the anticipation of Jey Uso’s monumental match.

Tonight was Bad Blood, where Jey was set to face Bron Breakker for the Intercontinental Championship. It was a night that could change everything for him—his first singles title after years of tag team glory with his brother, Jimmy.

You were surrounded by Jey’s family, each of them holding their breath as they watched the match unfold on the monitor. Jimmy stood to your left, a frown etched on his face, while their father, Rikishi, seemed cool and calm.

The energy shifted as the match began, with Jey taking control, rallying the crowd behind him. You leaned forward, eyes glued to the screen, heart pounding as Jey executed his signature moves with precision.

“Come on, Jey!” you whispered, barely able to contain your excitement. His charisma radiated from the screen, and the way he played to the crowd made you feel alive.

But then, the tide began to turn. You watched as Bron’s brute strength overpowered Jey, slamming him to the mat with bone-crushing force. Your stomach dropped.

“No, no, no…” you murmured, hands instinctively moving to cover your mouth as you winced at the impact. Every time Jey grimaced in pain, it felt like a dagger to your heart.

As the match progressed, Bron’s dominance became evident, and frustration boiled within you. You wanted to reach through the screen and shake Jey, tell him to get up, to fight back. The crowd cheered, and your family erupted with shouts of encouragement, but it felt like a distant echo amidst the chaos.

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, anger simmering at Bron’s showboating antics.

Just when it seemed like Bron had Jey on the ropes, the tide shifted again. Jey seized a fleeting opportunity, kicking Bron’s head and sending him staggering.

A renewed wave of hope washed over you, adrenaline surging through your veins as Jey charged across the ring, launching Bron over the ropes.

The crowd erupted, and you leaped to your feet, fists pumping in the air, sharing a triumphant glance with Jimmy.

“This is it! Let’s go, Jey!” you shouted, your voice mingling with the deafening roar of the fans. You could see the determination flicker back into Jey’s eyes, feeding off the energy of the crowd.

But just as victory seemed close, Bron retaliated, catching Jey off-guard with a brutal punch. Your heart sank as Bron slammed Jey against the announce table over and over.

The anguish in your chest felt heavy, a tight knot of worry. It was a fight for survival now, a back-and-forth that seemed endless, each near-fall tightening your throat in despair.

Finally, in a moment that felt like it spanned a lifetime, Jey found an opening, landing a devastating spear on Bron. The crowd roared, a wave of euphoria crashing over you. You watched as Jey ascended to the top rope, heart racing. This was it—the Uso Splash.

He soared through the air, crashing down onto Bron, and you held your breath.

One… Two… Just as the referee’s hand hovered above the mat for the third count, Bron kicked out.

The air left your lungs, a mixture of disbelief and despair washing over you as the realization sank in. Around you, Jey’s family mirrored your reaction, hands covering their faces, disbelief etched in every expression.

The match continued each moment a pulse of hope and despair until Jey executed an explosive spear through the barricade. The crowd erupted into a frenzy, your cheers mingling with their chants, your heart soaring with every movement.

As the match drew to a close, Jey delivered the Uso Splash once more. You felt a surge of energy radiate from your core.

The ref’s hand hit the mat once, twice, and then for the final time—three! The bell rang, signaling the victory, and the arena erupted.

Jey Uso was the new Intercontinental Champion!

You could hardly process the overwhelming joy and pride swelling in your chest as you turned to Jimmy, embracing him tightly. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, emotions pouring forth as Jey’s family surrounded you in a whirlwind of celebration.

“Let’s go see him!” Jimmy shouted, pulling you along as you followed the family towards the exit. Excitement bubbled inside you; you needed to congratulate Jey, to tell him how proud you were of him.

As you peered through the curtain, the sight before you was heartwarming. Jey was amidst a sea of fans, their energy radiating as they chanted his name. The sheer joy on his face was infectious.

The moment his eyes lock onto yours, everything else fades away. The noise of the crowd dims, the excitement around you blurs, and it feels like it’s just the two of you in that moment. A brilliant smile spreads across his face, lighting up his features, and for a brief second, all the struggles and pain of the match seem to melt away.

Before you even realize it, you’re moving toward him, your heart racing with a mixture of excitement and emotion. Jey closes the distance between you, his long strides quickening as he approaches. In one swift motion, he pulls you into an embrace, his strong arms wrapping tightly around you. You bury your face in his shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of sweat and adrenaline, mixed with something distinctly Jey.

“Y/N!” he exclaims, his voice muffled against your hair. “I did it! I really did it!”

Tears prick at your eyes as the weight of the moment hits you. You pull back slightly to look at him, taking in the sparkle in his eyes—the victory, the joy, the sheer disbelief that he finally achieved this dream. “I’m so proud of you, Jey,” you say, your voice trembling with emotion. “You worked so hard for this. You deserve every bit of it.”

He shakes his head, a grin still plastered across his face. “Couldn’t have done it without you guys cheering me on,” he replies, his hand finding the back of your head. He holds you close again, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. You can feel the warmth of his body, the steady beat of his heart against your chest, and it grounds you in this whirlwind of emotions.

For a moment, you both linger in this embrace, surrounded by the chaos of his family and the fans outside, but none of that matters. In this bubble, it’s just the two of you—two wrestlers bound by shared passion, dreams, and the undeniable bond you’ve forged through the ups and downs of this crazy life.

When he finally pulls back, he keeps one arm securely around your waist, an anchor amid the excitement. You can see the glint of the championship belt catching the light, a reminder of the battle he fought, but more importantly, the victory he earned. As he turns to greet his family, you can’t help but feel that this moment—the pride, the joy, the love—is just the beginning of something even more special between you two.

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blowflyfag · 10 months ago

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Inside Wrestling: Volume 26, 2009

wrestling timeline

Samoa Joe

Inside Wrestling journeys back in time to examine the career of a superstar who has left a major imprint on the sport

MARCH 17, 1979: The future “Samoa Submission Machine,” Nuufolau Joel Seanoa, is born in Orange County, California.

DECEMBER 18, 1999: After only a few months of formal training, 20-year-old Joe competes in his first professional match for UIWA.

MARCH 3, 2001: Under a developmental deal with WWF, Joe loses to Essa Rios on the company’s Jakked program.

MARCH 14, 2001: Joe wins first singles championship–the UPW heavyweight title–by defeating Christopher Daniels.

JUNE 14, 2001: Joe and Keiji Sakoda win the first-ever NWA Intercontinental tag team championship in Pro Wrestling ZERO1.

OCTOBER 5, 2002: Joe returns to the United States and begins wrestling for Ring of Honor. He loses his first official match to Low Ki.

JANUARY 11, 2003: In the first of what would be many epic battles, Joe defeats “American Dragon” Bryan Danielson.

MARCH 22, 2003: Joe captures the Ring of Honor heavyweight title by defeating Xavier.

NOVEMBER 29, 2003: One-time partners A.J. Styles and Joe square off with the ROH champion getting the best of the “Phenomenal One.”

FEBRUARY 14, 2004: At ROH’s second anniversary show, Joe retains the promotion’s championship by defeating Low KI. Dan Maff, and B.J. Whitmer in a “Fatal Four-Way” match.”

APRIL 23, 2004: When he can’t defeat Joe in the ring during an ROH event, Homicide attempts to end the big Samoan’s career by hitting the champ with a fireball.

SEPTEMBER 18, 2004: In the final round of the IWA: Mid-South Ted Petty Invitational tournament, Joe and Bryan Danielson fall to A.J. Styles.

DECEMBER 4, 2004: Joe finishes his trilogy of matches against C.M. Punk as the victor. These bouts would go down in ROH history as some of the best the promotion has ever seen.

DECEMBER 26, 2004: The longest ROH title reign in the promotion’s history comes to an end as Austin Aries beats Joe to win the gold.

JANUARY 15, 2005: A bitter Joe receives a chairshot to the head and a DDT for good measure from a visiting Mick Foley during a special appearance for ROH.

APRIL 1, 2005: Joe’s downward slide on the indy circuit continues when he loses a number-one contender’s match to A.J. Styles in Pro Wrestling Guerilla.

MAY 7, 2005: In a fitting change of pace, Joe captures the ROH Pure title when he defeats Jay Lethal.

JUNE 11, 2005: Joe is victorious in a fiercely intense and physically destructive match against Necro Butcher in IAW: Mid-South.

JUNE 19, 2005: Only eight days after his match with Necro Butcher, Joe makes his TNA debut at Slammiversary, defeating Sonjay Dutt.

JULY 8, 2005: A very active Joe chokes out Chris Sabin for fun and defeats Shark Boy and Elix Skipper in a three-way match in his Impact debut.

JULY 17, 2005: Moving to 2-0 at TNA pay-per-views, Joe handily defeats Chris Sabin.

AUGUST 12, 2005: In another shot at capturing the ROH title, a surprisingly opportunistic James Gibson defeats Joe, C.M. Punk, and Christopher Daniels.

AUGUST 27, 2005: Two weeks after failing in his attempt to win the ROH title, Joe drops the Pure championship to Nigel McGuinness.

OCTOBER 1, 2005: In a critically acclaimed match, Joe is defeated by a visiting Kenta Kobashi during an ROH event.

NOVEMBER 13, 2005: At TNAs Genesis pay-per-view, Joe breaks the code of the X division by attacking Christopher Daniels with a chair. He appears in the months that follow with a towel stained with Daniels’ blood.

DECEMBER 11, 2005: Joe captures his first X division championship by defeating A.J Styles at TNA’s Turning Point pay-per-view, still carrying the blood-stained towel.

FEBRUARY 12, 2006: In a three-way match with A.J.. Styles and Christopher Daniels, Joe retained the X division championship at TNA’s Against All Odds pay-per-view.

MARCH 22, 2006: In the culmination to their long-running three-way feud, Joe loses the X division title to Christopher Daniels as A.J. Styles looks on in an Ultimate X match at Destination X.

APRIL 22, 2006: Joe takes part in the interpromotional feud between ROH and Combat Zone Wrestling. Joe’s ROH squad is defeated in a six-man match.

OCTOBER 12, 2006: A no-decision is the result of an unsanctioned ladder match for the NWA World championship between Joe and Christian Cage on Impact.

JANUARY 14, 2007: After struggling with TNA acquisition Kurt Angle for several weeks, Joe loses to the former Olympian at Final Resolution.

JANUARY 31, 2007: Joe announces he will no longer work for ROH full-time and embarks on a “Samoa Joe Farewell Tour.”

MARCH 4, 2007: In his final appearance for ROH, Joe defeats long-time nemesis Homicide.

MARCH 11, 2007: Another shot at the NWA World championship proves to be in vain as Joe loses to CHristian Cage at TNA’s Destination X pay-per-view.

JULY 15, 2007: Joe gains the pinfall at TNA’s Victory Road pay-per-view and becomes TNA World tag team champion while simultaneously holding the X division title as well.

AUGUST 12, 2007: Putting up his X division and TNA World tag team titles against the TNA World title and IWGP championship, Joe loses to Kurt Angle at TNA’s Hard Justice.

DECEMBER 2, 2007: When Scott Hall no-shows Turning Point, Joe delivers an intense promo aimed at TNA management and his would-be-partner.

FEBRUARY 14, 2008: An unlikely partnership forms on Impact when Joe teams with Christian Cage and Kevin Nash in an ongoing effort to eliminate Kurt Angle’s Alliance from TNA.

APRIL 13, 2008: Upon eliminating the Angle Alliance, Joe captures his first TNA World Championship by defeating Kurt Angle at Lockdown in a “Six Sides of Steel” match.

OCTOBER 12, 2008: Sting defeats Joe for the TNA World championship at Bound For Glory IV.

OCTOBER 30, 2008: Along with A.J., Styles, The Motor City Machine Guns, Jay Lethal, and Consequences Creed, Joe helps lead the team of the Frontline against the Main Event Mafia.

NOVEMBER 9, 2008: In a grudge match against former mentor Kevin Nash, Joe loses in a controversial finish that sees his opponent use the ropes for leverage.

#Samoa Joe #magazine scan #magazine transcript #Inside Wrestling 2000s #Inside Wrestling #2000s #2009

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haddonfieldwhore · 2 years ago

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safe and sound - jeff hardy

2000s!jeff hardy x fem! reader (requested)

word count: 1.9k

warnings: none i think, fluff, ended up mostly gender neutral except for a few pet names

november 8th 2001:

you were standing ringside as your two best friends, lita and jeff, took on lance storm and ivory in a mixed tag team match. originally, matt was supposed to be out here with lita, but he ended up in an intercontinental championship match instead, leaving her without a tag partner, until jeff stepped up. lita and jeff were both amazing to watch, but it stressed you out just how easily they threw themselves off the top ropes and around the ring. you hadn’t been wrestling as long as they had, and you were still in awe everytime you got to see them in action up close.

jeff jumped over the top rope, taking out lance as lita slammed ivory down in the centre of the ring. the redhead climbed up to the top rope and hit a perfect litasault, pinning ivory to win the match for her and jeff.

jeff, who was still outside the ring next to you hugged you and spun you around, before lita pulled him into the ring for the official to raise their arms as the winners. the three of you heading up the ramp and backstage. the three of you hugged to celebrate the victory, and you and lita went to your shared dressing room so you could get changed.

“you were incredible! you and jeff make a really good team, ya know,” you smiled, as she grabbed an outfit from her suitcase and began getting changed.

“thanks. you guys would make a better team though,” she replied.

“i doubt it. i’m nowhere near as good as you.”

“that’s not true. but even if it was, you and jeff have this… insane chemistry that i don’t have with him. you understand eachother in a way i’ve never seen before,” she said as she finished getting dressed. you and the hardy’s had been friends for years, and while you also considered lita to be your best friend, you and jeff did have a special bond; a closer connection than you’d ever had with anyone.

“maybe. but you guys work great together regardless. i don’t think i could do some of those moves you did tonight.” you knew that you weren’t on the same level as lita, and you were okay with that.

“yeah, but you and jeff are really on the same wavelength. maybe one day it’ll be you two against me and matt. that would be fun,” she laughed, grabbing her bag and getting ready to leave the venue.

“that would be amazing,” you agreed.

“that is, if matt actually showed up,” lita added, still a little upset that he had not been the one in the tag match with her tonight.

“are you guys okay?” you asked, concerned.

“yeah, we’re great. it was a title opportunity for him; i can’t really blame him for taking it.” you nodded in agreement.

you picked up your own bag, following lita out of the dressing room, and heading back to the hotel.

•••

you and lita were watching tv in your hotel room, when she received a call from matt.

“right now? oh- okay,” she laughed. “i’ll meet you downstairs in a minute i just have to get dressed,” she spoke into her cell phone. “yeah i’ll ask them. okay see you soon.” she hung up the phone and stood up off the bed, and you looked at her expectantly.

“matt and i are going out for drinks or to the club…i don’t know he didn’t specify. you’re coming too, and jeff,” she explained, sliding her shoes on and checking her appearance in the mirror.

“lita, you know i hate the club -“

“i said i don’t know if we’re going there, matt just said out. it’ll be fun, pleaseee,” she begged, pouting and tugging at your arm to get you up off the bed.

“okay fine, but only if jeff’s going. i’m not third wheeling with you and matt again,” you laughed, recalling the last time you went out with just the two of them, and you had felt like a buzzkill the whole time.

“fine, go get him. matt left their extra key card here for me, the room numbers on it.” she sighed, grabbing her purse and putting her shoes on. “meet us downstairs in a few minutes.” you nodded, quickly fixing your appearance as you hadn’t been planning on going anywhere, before leaving the room to go find jeff.

you got to his room after a few turns down the hallway, and knocked on the door.

“who is it?” you heard jeff’s voice from in the room.

“hey, it’s me. lita gave me the key card; can i come in?” you called.

“yeah, o’course,” he replied, and you swiped the key, letting yourself in. “what’s up?” he asked, sitting up in his bed as you walked into the room.

“matt and lita want us to go out - i told her i would only go if you do.”

“where are they goin?” he asked, looking uninterested in the idea of going anywhere. he was wearing a black tank top that was tight to his torso, and some black track shorts that you could see as the blanket had gathered around his waist when he sat up.

��i don’t know, lita wasn’t sure. i guess matt didn’t say,” you answered. “they’re waiting in the lobby.”

jeff groaned as he flopped backwards to lay down again, his eyes closed. you laughed, sitting on the edge of the bed next to him and gently shaking his shoulders.

“c’mon, j.”

“do you really wanna go? baby, you hate goin’ out.” you didn’t think much of the pet name, people from the south said it all the time.

“not really, but- hey!” you yelped in surprise as jeff grabbed your wrist, gently pulling you down to lay next to him.

“good, let’s just stay here then,” he said, rightly wrapping his arms your waist, clinging to you like a koala.

“at least let me call lita and tell her we’re not going before she sends out a search party, you laughed. jeff let go of you enough for you to sit up, and you dialled litas cell number.

“hey, i think jeff and i are gonna stay in tonight. i’m sorry lita, next time. yes i know that’s what i say everytime but i promise. i know i say that too. okay, be safe, i’ll see you later.”

you hung up your cell, placing it on the nightstand before you kicked off your shoes and cuddled into bed with jeff. you had been friends for so long, it wasn’t wierd at all, often sharing a bed or falling asleep on the couch together after too many horror movies.

“your match tonight was great, by the way,” you complimented, and jeff smiled.

“thank you, i try to put on a good show. maybe one day we’ll have a tag match together,” he hummed as you laid back down, curling into his chest as he pulled you close again.

“that’s what lita was saying. she thinks we have some magical bond that would make us unstoppable,” you mumbled, your voice muffled because of how you were laying.

“i think she’s right,” jeff replied. “one day i’ll get you in the ring with me and we can prove matt’s theory. he thinks we can read each others minds and that’s why we think the same thing all the time.” you laughed at him, and jeff smiled wide at the sound.

“we’ll see. you scare me sometimes with how much you throw yourself around. and i don’t know about wrestling guys yet,“ you admitted.

“c’mon, you’re better than some of them already,” he said, ignoring your concern for his well being.

“i don’t know,” you mumbled. jeff pushed you back gently so you could look at eachother.

“well i do know. you’re amazing. and i would never let anything bad happen to you,” he promised. “inside the ring or outside of it.”

“i know. i feel safe with you,” you admitted, and jeff smiled.

“darlin, that’s the best thing i’ve ever heard.” you relaxed into him again, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

“i don’t want anything to happen to you, either,” you said. you knew jeff was amazing at what he did, but that didn’t make it any less scary when he threw himself off of twenty foot ladders.

“you don’t have to worry about me, i ain’t going anywhere,” he said, kissing the top of your head.

“promise?” you asked, and jeff’s arms tightened around you.

“i promise, babygirl.”

“i love you, jeff,” you sighed happily.

“you mean it?” he asked, and you kissed his cheek.

“of course.” jeff rolled over so you were both laying on your sides, face to face. “you don’t know that already?”

“i just like hearin you say it,” he smiled, and you laughed. “ya know you do this little nose scrunch when you laugh sometimes, it’s really cute.”

“shut up, i do not.”

“you just did it!” he laughed, and you hid your face in his chest. “it’s cute, don’t be embarrassed.”

“too late.”

“you don’t have to be embarrassed around me, hell we’ve seen eachother at our worst and we’re still friends.” jeff was right; you had been through a lot together, and at this point you didn’t think there was anything that could come between you.

“i know,” you sighed. “i don’t think anything will ever change that.”

“good. and i love you too.” you hummed in response, and there was a comfortable silence for a minute.

“we would make a good tag team though,” you admitted, and jeff laughed, and you could feel the vibration in his chest.

“damn right,” he agreed.

“lita said we should have a match against her and matt.”

“oh hell yeah, that’d be so awesome. any excuse to wrestle my brother, and you and lita against eachother would kick ass.”

“you mean she would kick my ass,” you laughed.

“you don’t give yourself enough credit. yeah she’s great but you are too.”

“thanks jeff, i appreciate that.”

“o’course,” he kissed the top of your nose, and you giggled. “you did it again -“

“shut up!” you laughed, punching his chest playfully.

“yeah? you gonna make me?” he asked, and started tickling your ribs, causing you to laugh harder. you wrestled around until you managed to get on top of him, straddling his hips.

“stop - or i start tickling you next.”

“alright alright, truce.” he held his hands up in surrender, and you caught your breath, realizing the position you were in. jeff sat up, holding you in his lap.

“jeff-“

“you said nothing could change our friendship right?” he asked softly, his eyes looking into yours.

“yeah, why-“ jeff leaned forward and kissed you softly, his lips barely touching yours before he pulled back. he waited for you to react, nervous that he had ruined everything, until you kissed him back, hands tangling in his messy blue and purple hair. jeff’s hands rested on your hips as he returned the kiss, smiling against your lips, before you separated.

“okay, maybe something could change the friendship slightly; but in a good way,” you smiled, and jeff bumped his forehead against yours softly, before laying back against the pillow, pulling you with him.

“i love you,” he said for the second time that night, perhaps meaning it a little differently now.

“i love you too,” you replied.

“say that again,” he breathed, squeezing you tighter.

“i love you.” jeff smiled as you kissed the underside of his jaw softly, and he turned off the lamp on the bedside table as you tangled your legs together under the blankets. jeff’s hand slid beneath the hem of your shirt slightly, drawing little shapes gently on the skin of your back as you both drifted off to sleep.

#jeff hardy fic #jeff hardy wwe #jeff hardy #jeff hardy x reader #jeff hardy aew #wwe #aew #lita #wrestling imagine #wrestling imagines #wrestling fic

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cavinginhisfvce · 10 months ago

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Old Habits Die Hard | jey uso x rhea ripley

a jhea story snippet ill never finish i fear..

This wasn’t supposed to be happening. Jey wasn’t supposed to be mad at her, he wasn’t supposed to be avoiding her, or only interacting with her when the situation called for it.

And yet…all those things were true. They were true because try as hard as she might, Rhea couldn’t seem to fight the itch to do something underhanded, whether it be to win her own matches, or help her almost, but not quite boyfriend win his Intercontinental title match.

She could’ve predicted he’d be a little upset, if for no other reason than he didn’t win said title cleanly. However, in Rhea’s defense, her ‘help’ only served to work in Bron’s favor; Jey still got the pin of his own volition.

Rhea could see in Jey’s eyes when he caught her gaze as the ref raised his arm, that he was upset. It just hadn’t dawned on her just how upset he was.

But, here they were, two weeks down the line, and Jey wouldn’t even say more than two words to her if Damian wasn’t around.

Damian noticed a change in how Jey was acting with Rhea, and when he questioned it, Jey shrugged him off with a small smile, his eyes never leaving Rhea as he spoke,

“She know what’s up.”

His smile didn’t reach his eyes, and Rhea knew then, she’d well and truly fucked up.

She just didn’t know how badly until Sami Zayn came barreling down her hotel door, his lips pursed as he invited himself into the space without hesitation.

#jey uso #rhea ripley #jhea #jey uso x rhea ripley #damian priest #sami zayn #jhea fanfiction #jey uso x rhea ripley fanfiction #wwe #snippet ain’t the right word but ion care fr

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unintentionaloracle · 7 days ago

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Stress Toy [Fic]-Chapter Seven

[First Chapter Here, Previous Here]

Welcome to the penultimate chapter of part one, folks! It's a big one! The canon divergence really hits here.

Summary-Night Two of WrestleMania is in full swing! Drew gets into misadventures backstage! But when a shocking turn of events shakes Cody to his core, can Drew come through for The American Nightmare? In more ways than one?

(brief mentions of Candy and Jhea)

Chapter 7-Another Mania-c Sunday

Drew awoke to Cody crying out. He shot upright and looked at The American Nightmare, panting in a cold sweat as he sat up and curled into a ball.

“You alright there?”

Cody shook his head. “I had another nightmare. I lost my title to Cena...and everything I ever worked for...and then the Stardust outfit came back...”

Drew gently touched his shoulder. Cody scooted closer before embracing him. Drew ran his fingers through Cody’s hair and rubbed his sweat-soaked back with his free hand. “It's alright. That's not gonna happen. Look, you still have it! It's right over–” He gestured towards the dresser, only to realize it wasn't there, like it usually sat, watching over them. He swore before briefly breaking the comforting embrace to inspect the floor, leaning over the edge of the bed and wiping his sweaty hands on the comforter.

After digging through yesterday's clothes (including the headache-inducing amount of layers Cody had worn “in Vegas? Really?”), he found it. “AHA!” Drew presented it like a fish he'd caught with his bare hands, grinning. “Here she is! And she's still got your plates on her!” He put the belt across Cody's lap. “Nothing to worry about.” He said, giving him a kiss to the temple before pulling him back into his arms. “Now, let's get b–”

Cody's alarm went off. Cody groaned, leaning against Drew as he rubbed his face.

“...Let's get ready for the day...” Drew amended, equally annoyed at this development. Five more minutes. Please...

---

The morning was chaotic. Workouts to squeeze in. Appearances to be made. Higher ups to talk to. Coworkers to check in on. Things to set up. Et cetra et cetra. And Drew still had to go beat the crap out of Damian.

When the show finally started, he adjusted his gear as he watched Rhea, Bianca, and Iyo duke it out. Iyo ultimately reigned supreme, to many people backstage’s delight.

As he paced around gorilla position to get fired up before his own match, the women filed in. Drew gave them each a high five. He watched as a disappointed Rhea made her way to Jey, who had been watching and waiting backstage. Drew couldn't hear what Jey was saying to her, but he imagined it was something annoyingly sweet like “babygirl, it's okay. You're still my women's champion, YEET!”

He saw Rhea kiss him. Rhea, you could do so much better...

But, company relationship gossip could wait. He had a match to win. And win he did. The self-proclaimed “King of the Streets” was no match for a mad Scotsman in their street fight. He even got away with posting to social media mid-match! Again! It was a good sign. A very good sign. Everything was coming up Drew McIntyre, as it should.

For the next two matches, Drew roamed around backstage, too high on his victory (and the added leverage it gave to make him number one contender to Cody's belt) to care if Bron retained his Intercontinental Championship or not. Or what was going down with AJ and Log–

Actually, come to think of it, he hadn't seen Logan at all today. No wonder things felt more pleasant. As he got closer to the arena and gorilla, he saw something surprising.

Damian was casually chatting with Joe Hendry, the two laughing as Damian held an ice pack to his neck. “No, seriously, you did great out there. That was a killer match.” He said.

“Ah, you're too kind!” Joe said, hand on his heart. “Can't take all the credit, though. AJ gave me one hell of a fight...”

“I'm sorry, what the hell is happening!?” Drew asked aloud. “You fought AJ? What happened to Logan?”

“Don't worry about it,” Damian said, putting the ice pack aside to take a swig from a Styrofoam cup. He gave Drew a look, as if to say “If I weren't in pain right now and hanging with Hendry, I would drop your ass right now.”

“Ah, you didn't hear?” Joe said. “Logan isn't around anymore, so AJ needed someone to fill in for an open challenge. So I answered the call!” Joe smiled, pointing to his new shirt proclaiming he was at Mania. “I even have merch here, now!”

Drew took a deep breath. He thought this guy was solely gonna be NXT’s problem, save for The Rumble. “And who, dare I ask, won?”

Joe grinned, looking at him like he was looking directly at a camera (to Damian's confusion). “The fans did.”

“...I hate you. Both of you...” Drew said simply, glancing past him to see Cody and Randy talking before Randy's match. Cody pulled Randy into a hug, The Viper seeming to melt into his hold. Drew rolled his eyes, ignoring the pang of something in his chest.

Hendry immediately followed Drew's gaze, then smirked. “Pining for your ex, still?”

Damian raised an eyebrow. “You dated Cody before?”

Drew was ripped from his daze that nearly made his vision green. “Yeah, then we broke up, so I wasn't pining for him!” he said, glaring a hole into Hendry.

“You were giddy when he left WWE and joined the Indies...”

“BECAUSE I FINALLY HAD DECENT COMPETITION!” Drew blurted.

Everyone stared at him, including Randy and Cody. Damian's eyes were wide. Then he blinked and and went to sip from his cup again, muttering “okay” under his breath.

The Scottish Warrior turned red, holding his hand up to everyone. “...Sorry...” He said sheepishly.

He saw Cody laugh as Randy shot Drew an intense look. Drew couldn't help but smile, even when Randy seemed to excuse himself to his match with a pointed touch to the small of Cody's back. Cody seemed oblivious to the quiet battle of affections.

Joe smirked at Drew. “Yeah, totally not pining,” he teased, smacking his fellow ICW alum’s chest before leaving. Damian joined, giving Drew one last calculating, contemplative look.

Drew was steaming. He knew he shouldn't say anything more, it'd just encourage him (or worse, convince him he was right). But he had to get the last word in: “THAT BELT LOOKED BETTER ON ME AND YOU KNOW IT!” he shouted after him.

Then, he went to go look for a monitor or a place to plug his phone and stream the rest of the show. Apparently, he needed to pay more attention.

---

Drew watched as Kevin and Randy engaged in a brutal battle. The sheer amount of close calls–the near punts and piledrivers–had Drew on edge, and (despite him and Kevin getting along decently, now) he barely had a dog in the fight!

But Randy seemed to be getting the upper hand. He'd landed a perfect RKO on The Prizefighter, You might as well have rang the bell then and there. However, Randy got greedy. Instead of going for the easy pin, Randy dragged Kevin to the corner like a sack of potatoes. He sat him up just right before going to the opposite corner. The Viper was looking for insurance.

He was looking for payback.

He was looking for one last attempt at punting Kevin's head from his shoulders.

But as Randy charged at him, someone knocked the referee to the ground in front of Kevin, causing Randy to punt the ref instead. Randy looked frustrated, knowing he'd lost his easy pin and gave Kevin recovery time. He looked over at the attacker, clad in a black hoodie. The attacker pushed Kevin aside before he Exploder Suplexed Randy into the corner. The attacker’s hood fell to his shoulders, as did his copper locks.

Oh my God... Drew thought as he stared at Sami on the screen, as stunned as the crowd.

Sami looked conflicted for a moment before steeling himself. Then he hit him with a Helluva Kick, catching the bulkier man before he fell to the mat. The Underdog looked to the now groggy Randy. “I’m sorry. This isn't about you,” he said. Sami dug into his pocket and pulled out a ring. Drew noticed Sami was wearing a matching one. Sami dragged Randy to Kevin’s feet as the latter got up, no longer dazed, as Drew started to do the math.

...Are they–?

Kevin took the ring and put it on his finger. He kissed Sami. “I love you!” Kevin declared, lifting Randy into a Pop Up Powerbomb with Sami's help. He delivered the move and, as the ref got up, pinned Randy.

1! 2! 3!

Kevin stumbled to his feet. He hugged Sami, spinning him around before he kissed him again, this time with a dip. He grabbed a camera and pulled Sami under his arm. “HEY! This is my freaking husband! We're married now and we're gonna be together forever! And if anyone has a problem with it, I'll piledrive you.” KO showed off his and Sami's rings.

“Yeah!” Sami added, seeming less conflicted under Kevin's arm. “I’m coming for you, Cody! You brought this on yourself!” He said before turning to his husband for a kiss, only for the renegade couple to have to flee Randy with a steel chair, hand in hand.

“Oh no,” Drew said to himself, already getting to his feet and heading for Cody's dressing room. Watching Lyra and Becky (who Drew totally didn't see take out Bayley the other day, it was none of his business) vs Liv and Raquel was not a priority right now.

Cody was.

---

He found Cody sitting on the couch of his dressing room, staring at the carpet. The American Nightmare already had his gear on, including an admittedly sick helmet; its Iron Man-like face guard pulled up.

Why couldn't I get something like that? All I got was product placement!

Drew immediately went to his side, throwing an arm around him. “You good, Cody?”

Cody pulled away, standing up and pacing. “It's a sign. It's a sign I'm gonna lose. I screwed up with Sami like I screw up with all my friends and now I'm gonna screw up fighting John...”

Drew stood up and grabbed his shoulders. “You're not gonna screw up, Cody. Sami sucks–I’ve known this for a long time–but you can't really do anything about him right now. But you CAN kick Cena’s ass. You took down Roman, remember?”

“I had help...”

“SO DID HE! HE ALWAYS HAD HELP!” Drew countered. “And you were still better than him! And you're better than Cena. You're clever. You're scrappy. You're adaptable. And you've done more for our industry than that man ever has and I'm grateful for it. You’ve earned all the fans that are in your corner, and they're a bunch of fickle bastards!”

He looked him in the eyes and took a deep breath. “And...you're a damn good champion. Fighting Cena would be a chore. Fighting you would be a pleasure, Cody.”

Cody stared at Drew, dazzled. He chuckled nervously. “...Keep talking like that and I might start to think you actually like me, Drew...”

“Who said I hated you?” Drew said without thinking. “I think you can be annoying and a bit of a prick sometimes, but I don't hate you...” He said, cupping Cody's face as best he could with the helmet.

Cody blinked. “Drew...”

Drew felt his face burn. “I respect you, Cody,” he added quickly, to keep him from getting the wrong idea about them. “And I hate to see you like this.”

Cody didn't say anything. They just stood there for a moment. Finally, The American Nightmare cleared his throat. “You’re right. I gotta keep my head in the game. Apparently I gotta save all of wrestling in a couple minutes...”

Drew smiled. “If anyone can, it's you,” he said. He handed Cody his belt before cupping his face again.

Then he kissed him.

But it wasn't like the other kisses they'd been sharing. It wasn't a compulsory, “comes with the territory” kiss. It wasn't a lustful, hungry kiss. It wasn't even a “calm him down” kiss. It was soft. Tender. Brimming with a warm affection that surprised Drew almost as much as it clearly surprised Cody, who stared at him afterwards with awe and one foot popped ever so slightly.

Drew, equally spellbound by the moment, mindlessly ran his finger over a button that controlled his visor, sending it crashing down with a click and snapping the two out of it. They both cleared their throats.

“I...I gotta go...” Cody stammered.

“Right. I'll wait a bit to make sure no one sees I'm here.” Drew said, trying to avoid eye contact.

“Good,” Cody said. “And Drew?”

“Hmm?” Drew asked.

Cody raised the visor one last time and gave him a swift kiss on the cheek. “Thank you.”

As Cody left the dressing room, Drew leaned against the door; one hand against the frame while the other rested on his hip. He contemplated what just happened. Specifically the kiss. He didn't know what had come over him back there. It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't something he'd really thought about before. At least, consciously.

“Don't screw yourself over, McIntyre. Or let you-know-who win. You've been having such a good day,” he said to himself before resting his forehead against the door. “You’re overthinking it. Just–”

He heard a noise from the other side of the door, he opened the door quietly, just enough to overhear:

“So during the match, you’re going to interrupt. You’re going to distract Cody Rhodes and/or the referee. Do whatever it takes to give Cena an opening so he can win, and The Rock can finally have his champion. Do you understand?” He heard Rock ramble over the speaker. Drew peeked out and saw Travis nodding, proving it was a video call.

Son of a bitch... Drew thought, hiding.

Travis hung up, his replica hardcore belt in hand, and started towards where gorilla was. Drew sighed, contemplating if he should just trust Cody had this in the bag or intervene for a minute.

“Well, time to save WrestleMania...again...” He said quietly to himself, exiting the dressing room. He stalked Travis slowly at first, then picked up the pace to close the distance and gain momentum. “Oi!” He said before leaping boot first at him.

The rapper turned around just in time to eat a Claymore, falling back and skidding on the ground. Drew picked up the discarded belt and tossed it onto him. Then he slipped away nonchalantly as officials noticed the aftermath.

Won't be having you derail my hard work... Drew thought, straightening his leather jacket. He passed Damian, exchanging a weird look with him as the latter rushed to the scene. No doubt he wanted to help after hearing the commotion, like all the “good guys” were wont to do. Glad that isn't my thing anymore. More trouble than it was worth.

Drew stopped someone's assistant (Drew couldn't keep track of who). “I'm not scheduled for the post-show press conference, am I?”

The tiny assistant shook her head, clearly a little surprised to be spoken to so casually when chaos was happening.

Drew smiled. “Perfect! Thanks.” With a little wave, Drew wandered towards an exit so he could finish watching the show at the hotel. Why stay at the scene of the crime? He fired off a text to Cody:

Wanna meet up at my room tonight?

And with that, he walked out into the Vegas night, hearing Cody’s pyro go off in the distance.

[To Be Concluded]

#wwe #drew mcintyre #cody rhodes #codytyre #zowens #sami zayn #kevin owens #damian priest #randy orton #joe hendry #the oracle writes

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