#sheamus scenario

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ೃ༄ MEANT TO BE YOURS (sheamus x fem!reader)

ೃ༄ PAIRING: sheamus x fem!reader

ೃ༄ REQUESTED BY: @lambofjudgement

now that I've finished screaming about how much I love your writing I have a request (to fill out your masterlist a little bit) for sheamus jealousy fluff? where the f!reader's been teaming with the brawling brutes for a while and when they're feuding with Imperium the Imperium tries to convince her she's too good for them? Maybe before they're together, where he's trying to convince her to stay by being extra nice and thoughtful or overprotectiveness of "his girl" that he lets slip accidentally? whichever route you take will be awesome I'm sure of it! <3

ೃ༄ WARNINGS: um idk like?!?! possessiveness ig??? sheamus is just hot n y/n fancies him

ೃ༄ WORD COUNT: 2.6k😳

ೃ༄ NOTE: UMMMM can u tell i got carried away……. i love sheamus sm i met him once and he is genuinely the sweetest guy in the world so a stephen request ????? i am in heaven pls enjoy

in theory, the moment you saw the camera you should have known something was coming.

it was one of those peaceful saturday nights on raw, a rare evening where you didn’t have a match to be a part of in any shape or form. you were simply enjoying the energy backstage as you could hear the crowd thrumming beyond the walls, watching matches that didn’t involve you on the monitor. management had requested you come along for some segments, so you were somewhat on guard, but the most you expected was an interview with renee.

you did not expect for the imperium to trudge towards you, trailed by a camera man as they came over with their proposition.

“are you ready to be on the losing side again?” gunther asked, trailed by his lackeys sad they stopped before you, circling like hyenas on the prowl.

you could only cross your arms in defence. “what makes you so sure we’ll lose?”

ludwig laughed from his leader’s left side, an air of certainess to his posture. “oh come on, y/n. you know as much as we do. you’re too good for those brutes, pardon the pun.”

the brutes in question being the stable you had taken on under your management. the brawling brutes were a separate endeavour to your solo career, but it was no secret the group had thrived under your care. if you had been coerced into joining in the first place by a particularly charming irish man, no one would have to know, either. it just so happened your management were looking for another way to push you, and acting as manager for such a powerful stable seemed like a dream when that opportunity fell in your lap.

but of course, once you proved to yourself and the rest of the wwe universe that you knew how to handle yourself both inside and outside of the ring, it wasn’t long before others tried to hunt you down. the brawling brutes were gaining power quicker than a steamroller, and of course people would give anything to stop them in their tracks.

“and what’s in it for me? if i betray them?” you crossed your arms in front of your chest, playing up to the camera, but asking more for your own gain than anything.

“unprecedented power, y/n. sweet, sweet power.” gunther added, motioning for the rest of his stable to follow as he began to walk away. “think about it, you’ll make the right decision.”

—

you gave a knock to the men’s dressing room door, a telltale shout of ‘decent’ giving away exactly who was in there — his accent certainly stood out amongst most.

pushing open the door, you were met by one single figure hanging back, but the man you needed to see. sheamus was standing there as decent as decent could be for a wwe superstar. it made you blush slightly, but you couldn’t quite understand why. you were used to going arm in arm with the man weekly when he was in nothing more than tight underwear and body oil — yet seeing him standing, clad in nothing but sweats, felt more intimate than before.

“heya, sweetheart.” he mused, charming as ever even when his in ring persona was lessened by the absence of cameras. “missed me that much?”

you rolled your eyes fondly, giving a light shove to his shoulder as you passed to take your place on a bench nearby. “don’t flatter yourself.”

sheamus grinned, a secondary emotion that you couldn’t place flashing past his eyes momentarily. he would never relent, and whilst you always had a rebuttal on the tip of your tongue, you wouldn’t deny how you were consistently forced to turn away, mainly so the man couldn’t see the reddening of your cheeks.

as the leader of the brawling brutes, it was sheamus who you came into contact with the most, and the two of you had built an interesting dynamic over the past few months. he had never hidden his affections for you in the ring, always jumping at an opportunity to be by your side, but you had foolishly put this down to his character, and never thought much of it. he was a naturally charming man, wildly different from everyone else in the roster, and it would have been easy to fall for someone like that. so, aware he was simply just being a character, you shut yourself down to every attempt to place that charm on you, not allowing the possibility for heartbreak.

“i had an interesting conversation today.” you commented quietly, crossing one leg over the other as you watched sheamus ruffle his wet hair from the shower with a towel (bright pink, and strangely familiar? was that a little decal of a flower? where did he get your towel from????). “let’s just say the last thing i was expecting today was to be accosted by imperium.”

sheamus stopped his drying motions immediately, hands coming back down to his side. “imperium? what the hell are they doing? trying to intimidate you?”

you hummed, considering how to approach this. “quite the opposite. in fact, they’ve got it into their minds that i’d be better off by their side, instead of yours.”

then, sheamus barked out a laugh and returned to his prior movements, seemingly unconcerned by the initial offer from your opponents. “well, can’t fault them for trying. as if they’re worthy of you.”

you stayed silent, watching as your friend and in ring partner raided his gym bag in search of a shirt.

“i mean. they’re not wrong when they suggest my style fits theirs slightly better. when i’m on my own i think anyone would have put me with them over you guys.”

silence met you, and when you glanced at sheamus, he wasn’t even looking in your direction. too focused on untangling his shirt straps. for a moment you thought, if that was how much he cared, then you might just take imperium up on their offer—

“you really think that?” sheamus asked darkly, not sparing a glance to his side.

shrugging, you added “i mean, we don’t know for certain but, what have you exactly got to offer me in terms of furthering my career?”

sheamus barked a laugh, but it was void of any humour. “i could list a million reasons why you suit us, sweetheart. how many do you want?”

you raised an eyebrow, his tone rattling straight through you. he was intimidating when he wanted to be, and it was clear that on stage persona was blurring with the man behind the camera for just a second.

“stephen.” you offered as warning, rarely choosing to use superstars’ real names unless the moment required it.

he spun quickly, taking one look at you before any of that hardness slipped away from his features and he was back to looking at you with a level of respect and awe.

“you’ve seen what we can do with you by our sides, y/n. you’re a warrior in and out of the ring. imperium don’t want to further your career, they want to use you for their own benefit.” he took a moment to pull the shirt over his head, before making his way to sit beside you. there was a couple of feet between your positions, but somehow the distance felt even greater.

you hummed, contemplating for just a second. “and? isn’t that what you’re doing? using me for your own benefit?”

when sheamus spoke again, there wasn’t the harshness in his tone like there was before, replaced by the sound of honey dripping off of every word. “we’ve never used you. sure, there’s no denying we’re better with you by our side, but you did all that. imperium want to use you as a pretty show piece, but to us you’re our lifeline.”

you smiled everso slightly, more having to fight the upturn of your lips than anything. “sure you don’t just like a hot woman on your arm every night?”

your stable mate grinned, playfulness returning to the air as he buttered you up. “sure, that’s a bonus, sweetheart. but you’re so much more than that.”

if your heart fluttered slightly at the tone he used, deep and rooted with genuineness, you wouldn’t tell anyone. that was a secret for you to keep.

“you’re a fool if you think we only want you to make us look good.” sheamus began again, shameless as he reached across the space between your bodies, brushing a stray strand of your hair away from your face and behind your ear. another flutter of your heart, this time more like a whisper of wind. “imperium want you to be their arm candy, we want you to be our soul. half the stuff we do wouldn’t be possible without you. you’re one of the strongest women in the roster right now, and that’s not just opinion but a fact, and it’s an honour getting to prove that. you can hold your own, hey, you can be even better, amongst the men, and i think that says everything.”

“you think that highly of me?” you asked, half jokingly, half from a place of needing reassurance. it was easy to doubt yourself amongst so many powerful opponents. “you’re already fighting pretty hard to get me to stay and i barely said anything.”

“you said enough for me to know i don’t want them getting their hands on you.” sheamus muttered, and suddenly the gap between the two of you seemed much smaller than before. “i won’t let them take my girl away that easily.”

your eyes widened at the same time his own demeanour cracked, both noticing the slip of tongue at the same time. again, you were used to the flirting the irish man undertook in the ring, and half of the time outside of it, but any semblance that those layers ran deeper than just kayfabe and your head was in a spin.

another knock at the door brought you out of the moment, a staff member poking his head in to let the two of you know they were closing up soon.

so with a few last goodbyes, you parted ways, this time with a new feeling of confusion in your chest. it was no longer the question of whether the brawling brutes wanted you more than the imperium, but now whether sheamus wanted you more than you wanted to leave.

—

after the segments on the show the week prior, it was no shock when the brawling brutes had one of their promos cut by the imperium themselves. you had expected it really, but it didn’t make the image of the four men wandering down the ramp towards the ring any less intimidating.

you stood just by the curtain of the ring, watching in concern as predator stalked their prey. you could see imperiums eyes on you, and you knew sheamus had noticed too, for he seemed to step in between their view of you protectively.

“well if it isn’t our favourite manager and her lackeys.” gunter began, practically toe to toe with sheamus as they stood leader against leader. “have you given any thought to our little conversation last week, y/n?”

before you could even react, sheamus was speaking on your behalf. “she doesn’t want to run around with little boys, she wants to stick with the men.”

gunther only chuckled into the mic, not quick enough to give his own response before giovanni was adding in himself, “if she wants men, she’s with the wrong team.”

“i wonder, if we asked her now, who’d she’s choose?” gunther challenged, the crowd hollering for you to join the conversation.

“stop fooling yourself, gunther, it’s getting embarrassing—“

sheamus was cut off by gunther once more “why don’t we let the little lady speak for herself?”

if the imperium wanted brownie points, they certainly weren’t getting them speaking about you like that. sheamus seemed to think the same, if the way his fists clenched had anything to do with it. he didn’t seem happy about it, but turned to offer you a hand to climb in the ring nonetheless.

you took his offer of help, jumping inside and trying to ignore how you were sure he was squeezing your hand just a little harder than usual. he seemed reluctant to even let go, but dropped the contact only when butch offered you his own mic to join the chorus.

the outcome of this promo was up to you, your manager had made sure that you knew that fact. he was prepared to damage control whichever side you chose, but how was the moment, and you were more unsure than ever. one look at imperium had you wanting to change allegiance. for all the talk about their true intentions, you knew one thing for certain, and that was imperiums power. they were a force to be reckoned with, and having gunther as an ally? that could do wonders for your career both in the stable and in your own solo endeavours.

yet, as you glanced to your side, seeing how sheamus watched you with uncertainty, the decision began to unblur.

he hadn’t spoken to you since the little dialogue mishap in the locker room. you had, at first, thought maybe he was disgusted by his own words, wishing he could take them back out of sheer unhappiness — but when you looked at him now, you could see past sheamus, and just see stephen, and you realised everything he had said was true.

“sheamus over here seems to have gotten it into his head that your allegiance to him is stronger than your want for success.” gunther’s menacing tone brought you out of your realisation, and you turned back to see how the man towered over you. “but you and i know better, don’t we, y/n? you’re a strong woman, you’ll make the right decision.”

a deep breath. “you’re right gunther.” a gasp echoed throughout the crowd as you seemingly made your decision to turn sides. the man in question watched you with a sly smirk, thinking his plan had worked. “my want for success is stronger than anything. so, i have to choose the side i know will get me there.”

you could practically feel the panicked looks of the brawling brutes, and when you turned to hand butch his microphone back, the expressions of betrayal were just as expected — especially from one particular redhead.

taking a step back, you made to stand with the imperium, facing your other stable-mates as the crowd shouted all sorts of nonsense directed at you, surely horrified by your abandonment. you waited a second, revelling in the reaction and allowing the imperium to glow in what they thought was a victory, before in one swift motion, you landed a back elbow straight into gunther’s stomach.

the crowd cheered again, and you wasted no time in stepping back across the ring to sheamus’ side, the grin creeping across the man’s face larger than you had ever seen before.

as you joined back by his side, he didn’t bother removing the microphone from his lips as he solidified his comment from the week prior. “that’s my girl.”

for once, you didn’t think about consequences, not caring that this wasn’t part of the plan or even prior discussed by the two of you — you knew he wanted it as badly as you by now. so, in one swift motion, coupled with a whisper of ‘your girl’, you grabbed sheamus by the back of the neck and pulled him down to crash your lips together.

if the shout from the rest of the brawling brutes was loud in your ear, the screams of the audience were practically deafening, but you barely focused on the reaction as sheamus dropped the microphone he held to the floor in favour of grabbing ahold of your waist.

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Tough Love | D. McIntyre

Pairing: Drew McIntyre x black!oc

Warnings: fat shaming

a/n: listen, all I know is I woke up this morning with this scenario on my mind, this isn’t edited at all…like I literally just picked up my phone and started typing. It’s mainly inspired by Drew telling Sheamus how he didn’t fw ppl calling him fat. Then proceeded to stalk the ring and ✨bully✨ Sheamus into winning that match. He only wants the best for his friends/partners. Also this may or may not be a soft lunch for a new character lmao. Anywho enjoy, reblog, and check my masterlist for more.

Drew is utterly tired of seeing his fiancé, Devlyn, lose match after match each week. He loves her with all his heart, but he’s just about had it up to here, which is well about his head by the way. He tried being sweet, and softly encourage her to do better, but that’s not working, if he’s world champion, so will she. As his other half, he can’t have her walking around without gold, he simply will not have it. Right before she went out he comes up beside her, Devlyn turns to look up at him, “hey babe, gonna give me good luck kiss?” She puckered your lips, and closed her eyes already ready to revive a ginger peck on the lips and zesty slap on the ass.

“No, because only good girls deserves rewards.” He whispered, his minty breath fanned her face, when she opened your eyes, Drew was staring down at her. As pretty as his eyes were, Devlyn wouldn’t want them staring in her direction the way they were now; icy daggers pointed right at her from a close distance. “On top of the fact that people are calling you names…which I can’t fucking stand, nor will I repeat; your wining streak has been shite Dev. I can’t have that, so what do you think your options are?” His voice was eerily calm as he spoke to her, people were buzzing around them trying to get things done in a hurry, but Drew didn’t give a damn about any of that.

Devlyn swallowed thickly, “to try my best?” She laughed nervously, it was naïve of her to be any sort of hopeful, but she held faith.

“Ha.” Drew let out a humorless chuckle, “cute.” His head tilted to the side, “you’ve got two choices m’kay sweetheart? You either win this match, and become number one contender.” He held up his index finger to signify option one. “Or you could win this match, and become number one contender.” He said darkly, a warning within his tone, and promise of unpleasant punishment in his eyes. The sound of her music hitting made her heart jump, but she blinked a few times to pull herself back together. Drew wasn’t fucking around with her tonight, ever since Zoey Stark and Shayna Bazler made that dumb joke about Devlyn not being able to win a match, because she can’t see past her toes, he’s been seething with anger. Not because he felt they were right, but because he wanted her to prove them wrong. He hated when anyone talked shit about his baby girl, so this was his way of intervening without arguing with two women.

When she realized Drew was fallowing behind her, she paused for a moment. “What are you doing?”

“Oh I’m definitely gonna be ring side tonight and Dev, you better win this one.” Drew playfully chomped his teeth at her, the last time she disappointed him she couldn’t sit on her ass from the spankings. Devlyn let out a deep breath, holding her head up high, and squared her shoulders back. “That’s my girl.” He threw his long arm around her shoulder, the crowed roared to live seeing the two of them make their entrance together. Regardless on his current mood, she still admired, and loved him just the same. He picked her up, and placed her on the edge of the ring like a pretty little doll. Then he held the ropes open for her, once she had climbed in, he pecked her on the forehead, and she couldn’t help but beam brightly. He took his seat next to the commentators desk, he didn’t bother to put a headset on. He wasn’t interested in conversation.

Devlyn glanced over her shoulder once, and the look on his face sent shivers down her spine. Zoey used that distraction to try and catch Devlyn in a roll up pin, but she squirmed her way out of it. Again she glanced over to Drew, who had a fire in his eyes, “pay attention!” He shouted, and pointed in the direction in which Zoey cam flying at her from off the ropes. Devlyn quickly dogged out the way, her step up intsiguri caught Zoey right on the back of the neck. Hastily she climbed to the top rope, and stomped her feet into Zoey’s gut on the way down.

Drew popped out of his chair, “again!” He shouted from the side lines, on his command, Devlyn climbed up, and dropped down. Zoey writhing in pain on the ring floor beneath her. She desperately grabbed at Devlyn’s boots in an attempt to beg her to end it, but it was too late. All Devlyn could hear was blood rushing through her veins, the adrenaline that rushed through her encouraged her to do it one last time, making it three, coup de gras to Zoey Stark. Then, and only then did she go for the pin. When the ref hit three Devlyn and Drew simultaneously let out a roar.

“Let’s Gooo!” She shouted at the top of her lungs, Drew got into the ring, and wrapped his arms around her bringing her into a bear hug. She put her arms around his neck, jumping up into his embrace, and wrapping her thighs around his waist. In front of thousands of fans, she pressed her lips to his in a deeply passionate kiss.

“That’s my girl, a world title next.”

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[super-duper-stupor]

1, 3, 17, 26

Thanks for the ask!

1. Who is/are your comfort character(s)

Oh geez, so this took a lot of thought because I have so many, so here's my top 8 (right now and in no particular order)

Lord Elrond from Lord of the Rings

Bernadette from Priscilla, Queen of the desert

Leslie Knope from Parks and recreation

Gimli from Lord of the Rings

Elvira Mistress of the dark

3. Do you leave the windows open at night

Only in the summertime and when it's not storming outside

17. Are you nearsighted or farsighted

Nearsighted

26. A scenario you've replayed many times

I've never gotten over when The Muppets guest hosted Monday night Raw and the interaction between Beaker and Sheamus will never not bring me happiness.

[hms-tardimpala]

Catching up on Raw 7/10/24

The "previously on" bit about Bad Blood really makes it obvious that it's yet another PLE that was built at Raw more than at Smackdown. With 5 matches, you always end up with 3 Raw matches and 2 Smackdown ones. Which is fine with me because I prefer Raw, but I could also watch 6-matches PLEs.

Punk scared me with that promo. I have to remember he's a drama queen.

So I don't know Seth Rollins. He was already injured when I started watching wrestling and I only saw him as a referee at Summerslam and in an old old match with the Shield. I will have to learn to like him (if I can despite being a huge Punk fan). I look forward to the feud.

Still not into Jey Uso but I can live with that.

Come on Xavier, don't be an ass!

He was an ass. Well, they're preparing his heel turn.

Oh Bron, I'm very disappointed in you! I naively thought he was moving forward.

I don't know Raquel Rodriguez, but I hope her presence will refocus the Liv/Rhea feud on wrestling and the title instead of on Dominik.

Okay, I'm loving the new pace of the show. There's no fat, it's going along swiftly and efficiently. I hope the match time won't be shortened too much, though.

Seeing the Miz be so mean to precious R-Truth is heartbreaking. He doesn't deserve him.

Wow, Sheamus caught Dunne like he weighed nothing.

That match is fun!

It's funny how they go very corporate and let's not talk about that whenever the Cody/Kevin fight is mentioned. Silly grown men with their silly little scenarios.

10-WOMEN TAG TEAM MATCH?! WHAT? HOW?!!

One referee is Not Enough. Oh, what a glorious mess.

But that was short!

I'm not that invested in this match but damn, Sami can wrestle.

The crowd is into it!

Wow, that should have been a PLE match. Are you kidding me.

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Welcome to Royal Rumble Countdown brought to you by THISENT.com and The Wrestling Heroes and Insiders Podcast aka The WHIP Show! World Wrestling Entertainment’s annual Royal Rumble match is a variation of the traditional Battle Royal match. With a total of 30 competitors, two WWE Superstars start in the ring then every 90 seconds thereafter another Superstar enters. A Superstar is eliminated when they’re thrown over the top rope and both feet touch the floor. The last remaining Superstar is guaranteed a championship opportunity at WrestleMania versus the current Undisputed WWE Universal Champion. The 36th annual Royal Rumble happens live from the Alamodome in San Antonio, Texas on January 28, 2023. We think Sami Zayn should be its winner. One of WWE’s most popular Superstars, “The Honorary Uce” dubbed Sami Uso has found his place, and respect, amongst faction The Bloodline. The former 2-time Pro Wrestling Guerilla World Champion, Ring of Honor Television Champion, NXT Champion, and 3-time WWE Intercontinental Champion sits seemingly in a comfortable seat beside head of the table, Tribal Chief, and Unified WWE Universal Champion Roman Reigns. That seating arrangement isn’t going to last. Sami’s relationship with onscreen rival, real life best friend Kevin Owens is a quieter point of contention following War Games at Survivor Series 2022, but it should be expected to get considerably louder on the road to WrestleMania. As Owens continues to target Reigns, we could see a Royal Rumble scenario where Sami is forced to eliminate the Prize Fighter as one of the final three contestants but not before Owns throws Reigns’ cousin and righthand Jey Uso over the top first. Sami would show his allegiance to The Bloodline by extracting his best friend. Instead of The Bloodline celebrating Zayn for winning, they could turn on him instead. Ousting him from the group in violent fashion. This would set up Zayn’s motivated chance to end Reigns’ historic run as champion, finally claiming WWE’s top prize at WrestleMania 39. A moment punctuated by a flood of ovation, Zayn would be too excited and elated to notice Owens lurking in the water to attack the newly crowned champion. |THIS ENT + The WHIP Show Royal Rumble Winners: Jim Duggan (1988), Big John Studd (’89), Hulk Hogan (’90, ’91), Ric Flair (’92), Yokozuna (’93), Bret Hart/Lex Luger (’94), Shawn Michaels (’95, ’96), Steve Austin (’97, ’98), Mr. McMahon (’99), The Rock (2000), Steve Austin (’01), Triple H (’02), Brock Lesnar (’03), Chris Benoit (’04), Batista (’05), Rey Mysterio (’06), The Undertaker (’07), John Cena (’08), Randy Orton (’09), Edge (’10), Alberto Del Rio (’11), Sheamus (’12), John Cena ('13), Batista (’14), Roman Reigns (’15), Triple H (’16), Randy Orton (’17), Shinsuke Nakamura (’18), Seth Rollins (’19), Drew McIntyre (’20), Edge (2021), Brock Lesnar (2022) BONUS: The WHIP Show with guest Afa Anoai Jr. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4azNHA84TMk

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Ya know, since Halloween is right around the corner, I REALLY wanna write a Jeff Hardy/Bray Wyatt fic of some sort. The only problem? I'm having a hard time starting it off. Like, I have the ideas in my head clear as day, but I'm having a hard time putting it down on paper. Like I'll list the rough draft of the story I'm planning, and I really want your opinions on it on where I should go from here. I feel like I can ginuenely make something out of this. 🤑

Ever since Bray's unexpected return, the locker room is no doubt downright uncomfortable about what creepy shenanigans he might have up his sleeve. And naturally, Jeff is no exception to this.

During this point in time, Jeff also has had a severe losing streak to the point where his matches are considered downright pitiful, causing a specific few to not hesitate taking shots at his expense. None too pleased, this only encourages Jeff to push himself further to prove that he can still be a capable opponent, which only causes his frustration to rise for each time it doesn't end well.

All while this is going on, Bray has taken a rather strange interest to the enigma, quietly observing his behaviour and changing mannerisms from afar. He can easily sense the darkness that's brewing inside him, seeing that it's just desperately fighting to be released from its confines, whether its owner is aware of it or not.

Now this is where the story goes into canon divergence mode. In here, Bray still has Alexa as an accomplice of sorts, although she's definitely not as close to him as she used to be (remember the incident at Wrestlemania 38?), and is only currently helping him in his task so that she can hopefully break free from his influence in exchange for helping bring Jeff into his waiting clutches.

In order to bring his plan into fruitation, Bray begins to bring strange nightmares and surreal illusions towards Jeff. Obviously not having any clue of why this is occuring, he's dismissive of it at first until said experiences are beginning to affect his in-ring work, causing him to be woozy or disoriented at times during his matches. Naturally, this only continues the losing streak, and after a particularly brutal match with Sheamus, who has no shame in outwardly expressing sheer mockery towards the enigma, this finally causes him to cross the line. Tossing all sportsmanship out the window, he begins to give what is basically a no holds barred beatdown to his enemy, essentially leaving the Celtic Warrior a bloody mess by the end of it, all while leaving the wwe universe and co-workers alike in absolute shock by his actions. He slowly turns on them overtime, no longer showing off the energetic carefree facade he's played up for so long, instead showing off a side that he had thought that he'd had permanently sealed away, only for it to be released in the absolute worst case scenario.

Now that the opportunity has risen, Bray slowly begins to make his move. Having the foresight that Jeff would naturally be opposed to joining his side at first, he takes his sweet time, delivering cryptic messages and allowing his "friends" (the puppets?) to pop up on occasion. With his efforts so far being done in vain, he finally sends Alexa as bait to lure him in.

Scenario Time: Having pretend to lose sight of Lily somewhere in the stadium, Alexa locates Jeff and pleads with him to help her find her beloved friend, for she fears of never finding her again and just can't bear with the sheer thought of such a terrible thing happening. Jeff of course is at first naturally suspicious of the child-like behavior, but eventually gives in, if only to leave the stadium quicker.

After a long tiring search, Jeff finally finds the doll in a rather strange unspecified location. Alexa is nowhere to be seen, so feeling exasperated, he decides to search for her, only to be unexpectedly cornered.

Finally making their prescense known, both Alexa and Bray at first try to vocally persuade Jeff into joining their side, informing how he would finally be given the privilege to truly show off his full potential if he were to accept. Obviously terrified and confused by what is going on, he denies and tries to find a way out, only to nearly be captured by the two demonic entities. He eventually manages to fight them off long enough to escape them both, but not before Alexa ends up successfully placing a rather strange spell on him during an accidental burst of anger when she sees her chances of breaking free from the Fiend's influence nearly vanish right before her eyes.

Not surprised to see that Jeff clearly wasn't willing to accept their offering the easy way, the mindgames soon begin. After the confrontation, he tries to move on with his life, but is unable to shake off the disturbing feeling that he is always being watched whether he wanted to be or not. The nightmares and illusions get worse, to the point where they make him physically sick, and eventually causes him to become an insomiac for fears of recieving the disturbing dreams. Then the voices begin to make their prescense known, informing him to allow all the darkness that is festering inside his soul to break free from their confines. As if that wasn't strange enough, a new kind of being eventually begins to take form in his mind; A strange creature that is dressed in black and white from head to toe, and its facial features being mostly covered up by a weirdly shaped mask. (Introduction of Willow the Wisp, anyone?)

All but exhausted by the previous events, Jeff tries to warn others of what's happened to him and what the devious duo might have up their sleeves, but thanks to his recent turn, however, he has no allies to comfort him or believe him, either believing that he's turning insane or is just trying to mess with them to see their reactions. Even Randy Orton, who has had a history of his own with Wyatt in the past, just simply shrugs him off, citing how it's not really his problem to deal with, and that if Jeff wants to rest easy, he must fight the Fiend on his own, head on, like he did.

Accepting the sad fact that he has no help, Jeff takes Randy's advice and begins to battle it out on his own, challenging Bray to come up and fight him if he really wants to have his soul for himself. But of course, Bray simply stalls, allowing either Alexa or one of his other "friends" to do the dirty work for him. To raise the stakes, they also begin to threaten targeting his beloved wife and daughters, and even his older brother, at one point if he doesn't give himself up. Naturally, this only causes Jeff to grow more scared and infuriated, eventually causing him to accept, if only to protect his family. But only on one condition; If Bray really wants the opportunity to have him as an accomplice, he's going to have to fight for it, until he can successfully pull his soul away from his cold dead fingers. Bray is all but overly delighted with this and a Fire-Fly Funhouse match is soon booked for an upcoming pay-per-view.

And you all know what happens next; We get dark symbolism, creepy meta references to several events in Jeff's life (both the highest of high and the lowest of lows), blurring the line of kayfabe and reality, and even a tiny pinch of dark humor before Jeff is beaten down and weakened enough, both mentally and physically, and finally succumbs to Bray's overpowering influence.

The aftermath of the match shows that Jeff's mind is not the only thing that is being crippled, but his appearance as well. Slowly, he begins to unwillingly turn into the strange creature that has had possessed his dreams many times before, black dressing, mask and all. And his voice is all but obsolete, turning him into a mute. Once the transformation is complete, Bray gives his new protege a new possession to carry in the form of a black and white umbrella to match his new appearance (similiar to the lantern) and guides him away from prying eyes, allowing for fan specualtion of what future events will potentially occur after this feud.

And as promised, once the former Charismatic Enigma is finally in Bray's possession, Alexa is finally set free of his influence over her, but at the cost of her retaining most of the trauma induced memories she's collected over the past several months, and begins to slowly move on from all the brainwashing and corruption that she had suffered from the hands of her former captor, and even still carries the Lily doll around for some form of comfort during the healing process.

So... How was that? Does this sound like a good draft? I'd really like to hear your opinions on this! I feel like I can create tons of scenarios with just this plotline alone. What do you think? 😁

[wresy]

who are 10 wrestlers you'd like to see in a CFNM/CMNM-type scenario? (clothed female naked male/clothed male naked male)

idrk what that is but

seth

garza

cesaro

noam

finn

adam cole

sheamus

jinder

drew mcintyre

ricochet

[deepdisireslonging]

Family Found Part 48: WrestleMania

The road is at an end. And for one wrestler, so is their career. But first, the rest of the roster get their chances to reach for glory. Titles are destined to change hands, but which ones?

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, tiny Sheamus x reader fluff, angst

Word Count: 3830

Note: The ‘Monday’ chapter is also coming out this weekend too, so look for that. And then there will only be one more chapter that is guaranteed to rip your hearts out. Please let me know how you’ve been enjoying, or not, this series with comments, reblogs, or messages on/off anon. Thanks for sticking around this long!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 47: Resigning

WrestleMania – April 7, 2019 – Brooklyn, NY

“We have finally arrived at the end of the road. Tonight is WrestleMania!” The crowd was abuzz. Chants for favorites, and the usual random ones, sounded off every few minutes. Most of the seats were filled already because no one wanted to miss a second of the show of the year.

The announce team was preparing for interviews when Charly focused on listening closely to her headset. “Um, guys, we need to break to something going on backstage.”

Camera crew members hurried to catch up to the chaos erupting backstage. Tamina had caught Sarah Logan alone. Pinned into a corner, Sarah had nowhere to go and nothing to do except to receive the attack. Referees rushed onto the scene to break them apart. Just as Tamina was made to walk away, another fight broke out further down the hall.

This time it was Alicia Fox taking her skills to Liv Morgan, who was being held back by Ruby Riott. “Let me go,” Alicia shouted. “I’m not done with her! Viva la Alicia and Mickie!” She was still being dragged away when the cameras flipped back to the pre-show table.

Newly arrived, Bayley and Sasha Banks were snickering at the destruction. David Otunga was flabbergasted. “You don’t seem surprised to see all this. Care to explain?”

Sasha giggled and shared a look with her tag partner. “Of course we aren’t surprised. If anything, that was the plan. Our title match tonight is an open challenge. But we,” she motioned between herself and Bayley, “won’t know who it is until the bell rings. Anybody could challenge us up to that moment.”

“You see,” Bayley added, “it’s no secret that Sasha and I haven’t always gotten along. All this year we have done our best to rip each other to shreds to find out who is the better woman. We put that aside so we could win the first ever Raw Women’s Tag Team Championships, and we’re not letting them go until the rest of the locker room shows us what, or who, they’re willing to rip apart to take these from us.”

With a nod, Sasha agreed. Sorta. “Not that it’s going to happen tonight, or any time soon. If any of those ladies think they can take our championships away on the grandest stage of them all, they’ve got another thing coming.”

The champions left, leaving the announce team to hurry and get their pre-show opinions in order.

***

The first official match was the Andre the Giant Battle Royal. All of the participating wrestlers were in the ring, and at the bell, they each found an opponent. Several men flipped over the ropes, and a couple under them. It took about forty-five minutes to make it down to the final five. It was Mojo Rawley, EC3, Jeff Hardy, R-Truth, and Cesaro.

After a few more minutes, it was down to Mojo and Cesaro. The Swiss Cyborg was just going over the ropes when the missing wrestlers appeared from under the ring. The rough hype came to a standstill as he recognized his old partner and the man with the longest losing streak. Zack Ryder kept a close eye on him as Curt Hawkins followed him into the ring. It was two versus one, but Mojo succeeded in throwing both of them off. He tossed Hawkins through the ropes and set to tipping Ryder over the top. Struggling, Ryder was able to wriggle onto the apron.

Curt rolled backing into the ring, restarting the fight. It was Mojo who ended up going over the topes, but he took Ryder with him, despite Curt’s death-grip on his friend’s wrist. Mojo had a grip around Ryder’s waist. If Ryder fell, he fell. And Hawkins was the only lifeline. The duo started to slip backward, Hawkins’s grip failing. Zack smiled. “It’s all you, man.” Then he let go.

The bell rang. Rawley and Rider had been eliminated, and Curt Hawkins had won the battle royal. And, he had ended his streak.

***

Behind you on a screen, Ryder was celebrating with Hawkins in the ring. You were too busy arguing with a flurry of women to watch it. “Ladies, enough! There isn’t time to add another preshow match. As much as I hate that you are fighting backstage, I can’t give you a tornado tag match. Bayley and Sasha’s opponents will just have to bide their time and strike when they can. Whoever they are. Now please, I’ve got things to do.”

Begrudgingly, the women left your office. You were rubbing your temples when there was a hesitant knock at your door. “I thought I made myself clear- oh.” Large hands gripped your shoulders, working out the stressed kinks. “You’re going to get us in trouble.”

“Only if we get caught,” Sheamus chuckled. He succeeded in wrapping his arms around you before kissing the top of your head. It was enough to help you release a long, deep breath. Suddenly his touch was gone.

“Can I have a moment with my cousin?” Dean asked, calmly staring Sheamus down from the doorway. After your red-head gave you a reassuring pat between your shoulder blades, the men sidestepped each other.

Hey, Dean,” you whispered.

He stepped in rubbing the back of his head. “Hey, Ladybug. I know you’re busy, but I need to get something off my chest.”

“Go for it.” Easy to say. The tightness of your chest claimed otherwise.

He nodded. “I get it. I understand. And I’m sorry for the ride through hell to get there.” His hand shot up to stop you from putting yourself down again. “It was an impossible choice. Either Roman and I were going to lose Seth again, or I was going to have to give up… everything. I mean, we just got him back. And I just got you back… and there was nothing you could do.” Dean set his shoulders, but his eyes couldn’t meet yours. “I should have been willing to listen. Then maybe we could have found a way to avoid all this.”

You were on the verge of tears. He booped your nose, forcing you to smile. “Roman keeps telling me I have nothing to worry about.” You wiped away a tear. “And I have complete faith in both of you-“

“But?”

“But Brock is dangerous. Past the stupid stipulations. He’s… just about everybody ends up bloody or worse-“

“And I’m prepared for that.” He rested his hand lightly on your shoulder. “I’ve been preparing for a lot of things, actually.” His voice dropped out. Neither of you wanted to point out the two worst case scenarios again. “That was all I needed to say. Keep up the managing thing. You’re good at it… and I couldn’t be prouder of you.” He let you catch him in a tight hug, stroking the top of your head. Then he wrenched himself free and rushed out of your office.

***

The women’s battle royal was just as dramatic, if not more so, than the guys’. Of the final five, two women took the center of the ring. Zelina Vega, Asuka, and Nikki Cross huddled in corners, waiting to see what would happen. Natalya and Rhonda stared each other down. Not six months ago they were the best of friends, battling for the same goals but with handshakes after every altercation. Now they were cold. Unmoved by each other’s goals or aspirations.

They set to punches and head blows that rocked the ring. Unfortunately, in their haste and determination to eliminate one another, both women ended up landing on the apron after twisting over the ropes. Then the other three women sprang into action. It took all of them to launch the women off onto the floor. Thus, eliminating them both. Then Nikki and Asuka set on knocking each other out of the match. Zelina came bouncing off the ropes, succeeding in twisting Nikki over the top.

Now it was down to two. Zelina rushed not to lose her momentum. Bu Asuka wasn’t going to make it easy. Twice, three times one of them would stumble through the ropes. The Empress of tomorrow did everything she could to take the victory today. They both ended up on the apron. Taking a risk, Zelina jumped and grabbed hold of Asuka’s head, dropping with it. Asuka’s face bounced off the edge, and her body followed. Zelina fell back into the ring, running her hands through her hair. She’d won. After the referee raised her hand, she left the ring and stood by the trophy. Her trophy.

***

Roman marched down to the ring. He paced from ropes to rope like a caged lion, ignoring the continued mixed welcome from the crowd. When the lights finally dimmed for Dr. M’s entrance, he kneeled in one corner with his back against the turnbuckles. Dr. M grinned and eventually met him, standing toe to toe. Even though Roman towered over him, the trepidation in Roman’s eyes made the doctor smug. And gave him an edge.

Not waiting for the bell, Dr. M rushed forward. He caught Roman unawares, knocking him to the canvas. The rain of punches and kicks didn’t stop until Dr. M stepped back. He laughed. “You aren’t ready to defend yourself. How could you ever think you could keep me from healing the WWE? From healing Y/N?” His smile flickered away as Roman struggled to his feet.

They went at it again. Dr. M still had the upper hand, despite Roman’s mostly effective offense. His prior attacks had created several openings for future hits. Roman’s ribs and throat were easy targets. If he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t fight. And he wouldn’t win. But Dr. M had forgotten one very important thing.

No one messes with his family.

“You know, Roman,” Dr. M said into his ear while controlling him with a headlock, “Y/N really is such a perfect puppet for Hunter and Stephanie. Maybe they won’t mind if Sister Abigail borrows her vessel for a while, hmm. And why not bring Dean into the family too? I’d hate to break them apart again. Though I would have to break through their fevers by any means necessary.”

With a roar, Roman broke free and headbutted Dr. M. The man staggered back, fighting to shake free the blurriness in his vision. By the time it was back, so was Roman with a spear. Dr. M groaned and gasped as Roman walked away and gripped the top rope. The tape whined under his grip, and the referee took several steps back. Dr. M was eventually back on his feet. He dodged the first spear, but the second after Roman bounced off the far ropes. One, two, and three seconds later Dr. M was nowhere close to getting back up. Roman gave him an extra series of kicks to get him out of the ring, then swayed on his feet. He left the arena as the rest of WrestleMania started.

***

***

“Ladies and gentlemen, Elias.”

Inside the circle of light, Elias strummed his guitar. The crowd was deathly silent until he finished, then they started the ‘walk with Elias’ chant. He smiled at them. “It’s great to finally be recognized at the greatest concert of them all. Even if the arena is filled with disgusting rabble like you.” He waited for their shift in mood to die down a little before playing his song. It was dedicated to the dirt people of Brooklyn, punctuated with the occasional jab at Drew McIntyre. He was met with thunderous applause as he finished. “Finally. No interruptions.” He strummed to start another song, but he’d spoken too soon.

Soon enough, Drew was in the ring, dark and foreboding. He handed the Intercontinental title to the referee, glaring at Elias while the title match was announced.  Elias only let go of his guitar long enough to get rid of his mic and his scarves. Once the bell rang, the instrument whistled through the air, just barely missing Drew’s head. The champion slid out of the ring to quickly arm himself. Steel chairs, tables, and another guitar hidden in the bell box (after the first one was broken) came into play. The ring was littered with bamboo strips and fractured tables. Still, both men eluded the count.

A third guitar came out from under the ring. “How many guitars does Elias have?” Corey asked, flabbergasted. No matter how many more were hidden under the ring, it was the last one Elias needed. He scaled a turnbuckle and jumped. Drew turned just in time to catch the hit on his shoulder, collapsing as it splintered. Elias pinned him, even with chunks of wood jabbing into his own body. It had taken almost a year, but Elias was finally the Intercontinental champion once again.

***

It was time to see who won the backstage battle to face Bayley and Sasha Banks for the Raw Women’s Tag Titles. Renee had kept up with the results better than anyone else. “The last people we saw standing were Liv Morgan and Sarah Logan of the Riott Squad. Right before Roman’s match against Dr. M, they had gotten the jump on Natalya and Rhonda.”

Corey shrugged. “I don’t think any of us really thought that team was going to face the champions. They had quite a moment during the women’s battle royal. And it cost them.”

“But now it’s Boss and Hug time,” Cole said as the champions came down the ramp. The women waited patiently in the ring to see who their opponents were going to be. They bumped each other’s shoulders as the aforementioned team came out to the stage. Sarah and Liv cackled, proud of themselves for having won the moment. They were just about to take a step forward when they were hit from behind. Not waiting for them to get up, Alicia Fox and Mickie James rushed down the ramp. If they could make it to the ring and survive until the bell, the match was theirs. They made it, jumping and hugging one another while Sasha and Bayley stood back and golf-clapped.

The partying didn’t last long. It was time for the match. And it was a showstopper. Alicia and Mickie had years of experience on their side, years of being glossed over, years of waiting to step up only to be stepped over. Sasha and Bayley had the legacy NXT’s four horsewomen behind them and the rebuilt strength of their friendship. They had the championship buffer as well. That helped a lot when Mickie knocked Sasha out of the ring. She was willing to wait for the count, taking her time to roll around, but Alicia raced around the ring and shoved the champion back into the ring. Caught off-guard, Mickie was too busy mocking Bayley to sense the danger behind her.

Bayley ran across the ring to spear Alicia off the apron so Mickie could be pinned. Their titles retained, they stood together, ushering the new era of women’s wrestling.

***

The guys’ tag match didn’t go as smoothly for the champions. At first, it looked like they had everything under control. Rezar started the match against Sami Zayn. Behind him, Akam shouted what to do, and when to move away from the ropes when it looked like Kevin Owens was about to try something. Eventually, the tags switched and the process was the same. But as the match progressed, battle lines were drawn. Akam took a particularly teasing hit from Sami, who was good at dodging his grasp. Kevin was able to keep up with Rezar and keep him on his toes. The fight extended to ringside, and that’s when things got… broken.

No limbs, thankfully. But things definitely fell apart. Rezar was ringside meeting Owens blow for blow, toss for toss, and was mid-roar after throwing Owens into a barricade when Sami came running by. Akam was quick on his heels, but the champions zigged when they should have zagged. The two massive bodies colliding sent both men flying back the way they came. Sami and Kevin had recovered, and it took both to toss Akam back into the ring. With Rezar still reeling and unable to help, Sami made the pin. The victors met in the center of the ring, falling to their knees and accepting their new tag championship. They met again at the top of the massive ramp and held their titles high.

***

The last singles match of the night was for the Raw Women’s Championship between Ruby Riott and Alexa Bliss. As hostess, Alexa directed the biggest entrance of the night worthy of her talent, and arguably her ego. Ruby took a simpler entrance. Not that she needed anything bigger. Having the championship around her waist, and then on her shoulder, was stunning enough.

Alexa brought out all the stops. An unspoken goal had been for her team to hold all the Raw women’s titles. But with Mickie and Alicia coming up short, it was up to her to take up the slack. Ruby was similarly in mood. Her tag-mates had been denied their match. If she could retain, the Riott Squad had hope to rise again. Ruby accepted Alexa’s attack, then rerouted it for her own mission. A Twisted Bliss was narrowly avoided, and the stunned Alexa was easy to catch in a submission while Ruby caught her breath. Several more dives from the top ropes happened, but it was a Riot Kick to one of Alexa’s leaps that finished the match. Ruby retained, screaming into the night air with her title in her hands.

***

Now was the main event.

“This match is a Universal Championship triple-threat match set for one fall. The competitor who is pinned will have to leave the WWE forever.”

Dean nervously looked between Seth and Brock Lesnar. And the title. He bit back the urge to look towards the ramp as if you were there. Backstage, you were just as nervous. Roman was hovering by the tv too, but from a distance, so he could run to the ring as soon as the match was over. Sheamus stood right behind you, holding the hand you had resting on your shoulder.

At the bell, Seth and Dean instantly rushed to attack Lesnar in one swoop. He was laughing before they reached him. With his two large hands, he caught each around the throat. First, Lesnar tossed Seth one way and between the ropes. He threw Dean back towards the center of the ring, then caught him with the first suplex of the match. Seth pulled Dean to the floor and slid in, starting the attack he planned. His quick movements kept confusing the Beast. And they were wearing him down. A well-placed Frog-Splash caught Lesnar in the ribs, but he twisted Seth into a submission. Dean rushed back in to break it up before his brother had to tap out.

Seth remained huddled in the corner, nursing his arm while Dean and Lesnar faced off again. This time Dean was successful in dodging the harder blows and the attempted suplexes. He managed to drop him with a Dirty Deeds and instantly tried for a pin. Which instantly failed. Dean knew he couldn’t let up on the attack, but Lesnar’s low laugh was unnerving.

“I don’t care which one of you I pin,” he chuckled. “It’s all the same to me. No, what will matter after this match, is how your little cousin survives with me as champion.” They both rose to their feet, circling each other. “Maybe I do care. If my reign is going to be a bit more hands-on, I’d rather not have you in the way.” Behind them on the floor, Paul Heyman nodded, grinning ear to ear. Seth heard too and used the ropes to get back to his feet.

Lesnar was flanked on both sides. E wasn’t bothered by that until the timing of brothers kicked in. If he thought keeping up with Rollins or stomping down Ambrose was hard, it was nigh impossible to keep tabs on both. Dean was wildest of the two. The threat was enough to send him boarder-lining on several mistakes. Those close calls got him suplexed across the ring, several of which sent him hurtling to the floor. Still, it distracted the Beast enough from Seth’s darting attacks. Alone, the plan might have worked. With both of them working against Lesnar? It was becoming a sure match.

Then Lesnar fell out of the ring, just as Dean and Seth found themselves on opposite sides of it.

Backstage, you shook your head. “No.” You whispered. “Don’t do it guys.”

They looked at one another, and to where Brock was out of sight. Seth launched half a second before Dean did, catching him in the chest and taking him to the canvas. The referee was just swooping in to count when Seth jolted back. The price came to mind. And it was too high. With another shared look, they rolled through the ropes and set on bringing Lesnar back onto the canvas. With both of them then leaning on his chest, the referee kneeled to count. Dean backed away before he started, watching as all three seconds went by.

The screen erupted with the cheers of the crowd, but you were frozen. Sheamus shook your shoulders. “What’s wrong? They won.”

“If this had been the original contract, Dean would have just given up his career… of his own free will.”

Roman was already gone. You hurried out the door to follow him. By the time you made it to the ramp, Dean was already enveloped in a Roman-sized bear hug. You took over, hugging Dean with all your strength. Seth was still in the ring, showing off his retained Universal title at each ring post. Brock Lesnar and his advocate came up the ramp, both of them panting. Dean’s back was still turned to them. Unaware of the danger. You pushed him and Roman back and stood between them and the advancing party. Lensar paused, amused that you thought he’d give an effort now that he was done with the company. He was long gone by the time Seth caught up.

The brothers in arms shared a victory hug. One that you watched from a distance. You couldn’t hear what they were saying to one another, but that was okay. It wasn’t for you to hear. When the huddle broke, Dean caught you around the shoulders the same way Roman caught his, and they led you backstage.

Seth Rollins looked out over the crowd. A sold-out arena all shouting ‘slay the beast’. Because he had. With the biggest smile on his face in a long time, he lifted the red and gold belt above his head. It was theirs; he’d won it for them. And he’d defend it for them, no matter what it took.

Part 49: Wrapped Up

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[sulfurz]

ೃ༄ TWENTY TWENTY T’REE (sheamus x fem!reader)

ೃ༄ PAIRING: sheamus x fem!reader

ೃ༄ REQUESTED BY: anon

Can I have a one shot with sheamus where he’s kinda irritated and speaking loud and fast. Just ranting to his partner and he turns to see her trying not to laugh because she loves his strong accent

ೃ༄ WARNINGS: none (unless u count laughing at his accent. reader is gonna laugh at his accent)

ೃ༄ WORD COUNT: 788

ೃ༄ NOTE: THIS IS VERY SHORT BUT as someone who is dating an irish person…. this is the story of my life don’t get me wrong my girlfriend is the loml but sometimes i do have to ask her to slow down. just read everything in an irish accent pls

you heard sheamus arrive home before you saw him. the telltale sound of a car door slamming in the driveway gave away how your boyfriend was most likely feeling, so you resigned yourself to readying the comfort as you finished up your work.

you were lazily thrown across the couch, laptop on your thighs as you flicked through spreadsheets for your job. no day off apparently.

as the door to your home opened, you could hear telltale irish muttering that the day hadn’t quite been everything he had wanted it to be. he seemed to kick his shoes off as opposed to place them on the rack neatly, if the banging against the hallway door was a good enough sign.

“i’m home.” then came a tired shout, and you chuckled to yourself at the obvious statement.

“no way.” was your sarcastic response, turning your head just in time to see your boyfriend appear through the doorway, wasting no time in shooting you a (hopefully) playful glare. “welcome home, love.”

for a moment, he cracked a smile through the layers of frustration, walking over to where you sat and leaning down just enough to peck your lips. his hair was still slightly damp from a shower at the training centre, the feeling of it touching your forehead making you shudder momentarily.

“how was training?” you felt vaguely like your were poking the bear, seeing the way his shoulders tensed at the question.

sheamus immediately jumped into busying himself around the room, unpacking his bag and putting everything back in its place. “it was a load of shite. boss man pulled me into his office not even half way t’rough, something about a new storyline that’s entirely bullshite if you ask me.”

you raised an eyebrow, allowing him to move around you as you formatted something on your spreadsheet, noting down a total at the bottom. “in what way?”

“they’re just not even trying t’ hide their favouritism now — got the most insane match cards lined up with winners ya wouldn’t even t’ink possible. half the guys in t’ locker room don’t like it, but we’ve gotta do what the boss man wants.”

you hummed noncommittally, typing something into your laptop as he continued in the background.

“i’m fed up at this point. we cannay even have a day these days, then i got put t’rough a table wrong in training, proper botched it and could barely get up for a second. i tell yous it’s gone to shite since the hey days, could do with a whole rebrand a’ this point but i don’t t’ink even tha’ could save us.”

by now, you were barely following what sheamus was saying. he had a habit of talking fast when annoyed, and this time was no exception, but coupled with your half focus — you wouldn’t deny you had lost entire understanding of what he said half way through. it was something you had noticed in the years you had been together; no matter how used to his accent you had gotten, he always got more irish the moment he was even slightly upset. unfortunately, the thicker accent coupled with the speed usually equaled y/n losing everything he was saying.

you had to chuckle to yourself as he went off again in the background, thankful he wasn’t looking in your direction as you tried to hide your amusement behind your hand.

“i dun’ even know their reasons for this one, i t’ink they’re just t’rowing shite out there now ‘nd hoping for the best. they used to give us reasons for whatever they did, but now it’s just ‘hey sheamus my man do this entirely unreasonably t’ing just for views even though it doesn’t match your character at all’, it’s— are you alright there?”

you glanced up to see sheamus looking straight at you, clearly having seen the way you were practically folded in on yourself in amusement.

trying to calm yourself down was worse, the laughter you were suppressing coming out in snorts by now. “i’m so— i’m so sorry! you’re-“ you hicupped “you’re just very irish.”

“no shite sherlock.” your boyfriend responded, but as you looked up at him, he was cracking a smile of his own, the frustrated expression he had worn before cracking in its facade “have i ever told you i hate yous?”

you giggled again, lying full on your side by now on the sofa. opening your arms, you beckoned him to come join you with a smile that he mirrored on his own face “many times. you never fail to remind me.”

sheamus cackled loudly, practically jumping on top of you as he peppered kisses along your cheeks. “wait till you meet my father.”

[slutouttanowhere]

Pairing: Drew McIntyre x Desiree Simons™️

Warnings: work drama, toxic behavior, unprotected sex, light sub and dom switching, denied orgasam. NSFW, minors dni

a/n: hello beautiful heathens, normies, and Drew fans . I know it’s been quite a while since I updated this story, if you’ve been following me then you’d know I’ve been quite busy lol. There seems to be a one shot in particular y’all liked a lot, it’s in my master list if you’re curious. Buckle up because this chapter finally gets into a bit of drama, and spiciness. Some things in our past do come back to haunt us don’t they? Desiree Simons is my oc check out my pinned post for more on her. Likes and reblogs are highly appreciated, and follow me for more.

Chapter 3: Alley Cat

Wednesday afternoon

Somehow, Shawn roped me into coming down to the PC, and lending a helping hand to some of the younger talent. What I didn't know was that there would be others from the main roster there as well; Sheamus, Xavier, Mercedes, and to my dismay Mandy all stood around chit chatting waiting for the training to start. “Good to see ya kid, how's the old man?” Shawn greeted me with a warm side hug, then patted me on the head, and I was transported to the five year old girl gushing with adoration over The Heartbreak Kid backstage. The only time my dad allowed me to run rampant. I usually gave all the stars hell, whenever it seemed like I was about to get in trouble Shawn, and Hunter would back me up like cool uncles.

“Are you referring to my father…or yourself?” I joked, to which he let out a scoff holding his hand to his heart as if I shot him there. I held my own hand up to my lips feigning shock, but also to hide the grin on my lips, there’s not much you can say to Shawn to hurt his feelings. As we made our way towards the group, I caught the way Mandy looked at us. Envy settled deep within her eyes, I shifted my focus to my friends who sprung up to talk to me. Mercedes all but jumped into my arms, we hung out yesterday, but seeing as I’ve been gone for so long, five hours just simply wasn't long enough.

“Didn’t I just see you yesterday?” I asked playfully, her arm slung around my shoulder, and my arms wrapped loosely around her waist.

She shrugged her shoulders, “And how blessed you must feel to see me twice in one week.” She smiled smugly, I would have replied but Shawn clapped his hands together gathering our attention.

“Alright children, as you know there was a bit of a competition between you all to see who gets to partake in this mini bootcamp. Five NXT stars, and five WWE stars. Even though you all are here to take notes, and study the work from some of the main rosters finest, you’ll be partaking in the action as well. Think of it as a hands-on experience.” Shawn took a breath, as expected we were all hanging on his every word, because duh, it’s freakin’ Shawn Michelas.

“The first round will be our favorite drills.” He paused to let us all groan, and mumble complaints simultaneously. Just when I thought I’ve escaped those dreaded bump drills, I’m somehow brought right back to them years later.

“Oh yeah, that means you big shots as well, our turf, our rules.” He chortled playfully, but quickly got back on topic, he climbed into the ring, we all gathered around the apron giving our undivided attention. He had NXT run their drills first, they were amazing, and agile. They moved smoothly without a hitch, but when it was our turn, main roster, or ‘team retirement home’ Shawn so affectionately called us, I realized I had some work to do. Despite my internal complaints, I got through it fairly easily. Shawn paired us up to do more drills that he didn't think to mention thirty minutes ago, but it wasn't until we had to pair up, and demonstrate a cookie cutter, WWE factory made in ring scenarios, did the drama start.

“Here’s where the note taking part comes in, the main roster will demonstrate a variety of scenarios for you guys. Firstly, everyone’s favorite trope, good guy vs bad guy, and if I could get two volunteers.” Shawn had chuckled at my eagerness, my hand shot up, then I looked around seeing I was the only one. Mercedes snorted, “Try hard.” She mumbled under her breath, she playfully knocked her shoulder into mine.

“Oh good, we got one, Desiree, get in here kid.” I happily skipped over to the middle of the ring where he stood, looking very much like a father with his hands on his hips. He scratched his brow, then scouted the people left, and luckily for me he chose Mercedes. There isn't anyone I’d rather spar with more, she sauntered over to me with a haughty swagger.

“Sasha Banks, Desiree, who wants to be the bad guy?” He asked, looking between the two of us, a bemused expression on his face. I raised my hand, but Mercedes smacked it down.

“You wish you could be a bad guy.” She grinned, I scoffed causing everyone to chuckle, but no one defended me. I folded my arms over my chest, my eyebrows drawn together.

“I could totally be a bad guy, you’re just a bitch by design.” I argued back, I tried to fight the smile threatening to press against my lips. Shawn quietly instigated from the side, everyone else had already stepped out the ring.

“That’s Ms. bad bitch to you.” She quickly rebuttal not missing a beat, sassiness laced heavily in her tone. There was truth in our jokes, and as much as I hated to admit, she could turn on her attitude like a flip of a switch. If someone went low, I was taking it straight to hell, and there wasn’t an inbetween.

“Ha! Well, show us how it’s done ladies.” As soon as Shawn stepped out, Mercedes shoved me on the shoulders, and I was quick to return the favor. Considering we didn’t have any prep time, we’re doing our best to improve, so when she slapped me across the face, I was genuinely shocked. A course of “ohhh” rang from our audience, I grabbed her by the shoulders, and brought her into a tight lock up.

“Bet you’re awake now huh sunshine?” Mercedes taunted me, I tried to push forward and overpower her, but she stomped her foot down stopping me. With all her force she pushed me towards the ropes, and naturally my body relaxed so I could bounce off the top rope with ease. When I came running at her, she grabbed my arms, and Irish whipped me into the other side of the ring. Something, or someone had grabbed my ankle causing me to trip forward but Mercedes caught me before I fell. “Whoa, you okay?” Mercedes paused for a second, and helped me steady myself, I looked over my shoulder. My eyes scanned the onlookers, and while it could have been either one of them, the one who stood out to me the most was Mandy.

I could have sworn there was a flicker of deviousness in her eyes, I blinked and it was gone, and replaced with confusion. I shook my head, “Yea, just lost my footing..sorta. Let’s keep going.” Mercedes' gaze lingered at one me for a moment longer, but locked up with me again, we tousled for a while. We moved through various technical moves, all of which from Mercedes were explosive, and planted me every time. I gave her a good fight, as she went for a third pin I refused to give up, and now she was getting frustrated. This was usually where I excelled, one of the many things AJ Lee taught me was endurance.

“Stay down!” She screamed at me, her foot stomping my shoulder, I grunted then gripping my arm, and rolling away in pain. Mercedes shouted, “Some champion you are!” She taunted, our crowd booed her in response, and when I turned over on my shoulder to see her grinning at me I had to fight back my own smile. I crawled to the corner turnbuckles, and sluggishly hung off the second ropes, using them for support.

“Excellent selling, Desiree, you’re doing great ladies.” Shawn called to us from outside the ring, which only encouraged Mercedes more; she grabbed me by my braids, and pulled me back to the center of the ring. I started to give a bit of a fight back, but she beat me back down with forearms to the face. I laid there slumped as I leaned my back against her chest, my arms at my side. My chest rising and falling as I tried to suck in as much air as I could, and made sure to put on a good show.

She hooked her arm around my neck, roughly locking it in, and placing her hand on top of my head for good measure. I could feel her body weight leaning on me, I held my arms out trying to keep fighting. No matter how hard I tried to break out of her hold, she just wouldn’t give, but then I could hear our little crowd of people start to chant and clap for me. The energy fired me up, and I managed to get onto my knee, Mercedes still clung onto me. With all my strength being in my legs, and thighs I got up to one leg. The crowd started to buzz, as I’m sure none of them expected me to power out of this hold that way. Then I got up on my other leg, I was now squatting with Mercedes on my back, her legs came around my hips. I grabbed her thighs, and held onto her securely.

I stood up on my feet, letting out a warrior's cry, and fell backwards onto the mat, squashing Mercedes underneath me. “Ugh.” She groaned, the crowd cheered, and whistled for me. I went over to the ropes blowing kisses, and dusted off my shoulder feeling cocky. I turned to Mercedes who was struggling to get to her feet, I pulled her up by the shoulders, and hit her with a few punches. I hooked her arm around the back of my neck, then lifted her up vertically, and dropped her onto the mat planting her face first.

“Beautiful Falcon Arrow Des.” Shawn praised me, I rolled Mercedes onto her back, pinning down her shoulders. As Sheamus slapped the mat, and gave us the three count, my lips stretched into a broad, shining smile. I stood to my feet pulling Mercedes up with me, and she brought me into a tight hug.

“Wonderfully done ladies, they played their given roles perfectly. They decided to take a more technical approach to the start, but as a heel don’t be afraid to start things off dirty. Maybe rush your opponent by attacking them in between the ropes as they’ve entered, or even before the bell rings give a little cheap shot.” He paused for a moment to catch his breath, like earlier we hung on his every word, soaking up every bit of information he had to offer. Then, he continued. “The goal of the heel is to win by any means necessary, however Sasha did a great job at telling the story in a more physical aspect. She was rough, asserting her dominance, and manhandled Desiree. Desiree, as the face, did feel defeated at one point, but she let the crowd feed her. Listening to the crowd is very important, they control you, not the other way around. By the way, Des that was a beautiful power out, a wonderful display of power, and showing how the hero can prevail.” Everyone clapped, and slapped hands with Mercedes and I as we went into a quick break. I rolled out of the ring, to quickly jog over to my bag for water. I noticed Mandy a few inches away scrolling on her phone, but I didn’t say anything.

I figured if I just ignored her, she’d eventually leave me alone, but boy was I wrong. “That was a neat little party trick you did at the end there, wonder where you got that from?” Mandy snipped at me, I turned towards her, and she was fully facing me. Her arms folded, lips pursed, and her eyebrow raised. An accusatory expression etched across her tanned face.

I continued sucking down my water for a moment longer, at this point I hoped she just came out with why she had such a hostility towards me so we could get this over with. “What?” I chuckled, but my heart was pounding. The anticipation of the argument is killing me.

“That move you did at the end, I created that, and I’ve been doing it since my indies days.” She explained, but I was still confused. I glanced down at her thighs. I know I wasn’t built like Trinity or Bianca, but I for damn sure could lift more off my thighs than Mandy.

“Crazy of you to assume I watch you that closely, girl I don’t even think about you…like at all.” I switched the weight from one hip to the other, my hands opening and closing. I could feel my face twisting into a grimace, but my tone of voice was cool.

“No, you don’t think about me, but I know Drew still does.” My voice caught in my throat, all I could do was blink, because as much as I wanted to laugh that comment off, something in my gut told me it was at least partially true.

I took a few steps forward getting into her personal space, though her eyelids widened, she didn’t back down. “Your…services are no longer needed. Thanks for keeping the bed warm while I was gone hoe.” I said, smiling all the while, her nostrils flared, but I’m sure this hurt me more than it did her. I refused to show any signs of weakness though, but later, much later I will be crying about this.

“If it happened once, it’ll happen again, Drew seems to be a creature of habit. And there’s nothing you can do about it.” She whirled her finger around in my face, then touched the top of my nose teasingly. That was enough to finally piss me off, I snatched her hand roughly, and twisted her arm up behind her back.

“Hey hey, knock it off!” Shawn shouted, and I usually respect his dad voice, however, I was feeling irate at the moment.

“Try it if you want to bitch, you could never be me.” I growled in her ear, I was angry enough to rip her arm off, but fortunately for us both people were already pulling us apart. Mercedes and Xavier tried to hold onto me, but I squirmed around trying to free myself. Carmelo held onto Mandy.

Tears rolled down her cheeks, and her face pinched up into an expression of anger, “You bitch! You don’t deserve anything.” Her voice broke, and the tears wouldn’t stop.

“Don’t fucking play with me, I’ll slap the dog shit outta you!” I didn’t give a damn about any of those tears, play stupid games, win stupid prizes, and the next time she tried me I bet she’ll think twice. Mercedes’ grip on my arms tightened refusing to let me go she’s never seen me get this upset before.

“Separate them now, I want Desiree in my office, and Mandy, walk it off.” Shawn pressed his lips together, he stood in between both of us, and watched closely as Mandy was walked out of the Performance Center.

We made the king trudge to Shawn’s office in silence, we I was silent, Xavier and Mercedes were trying to talk to me, but I wouldn’t budge. Finally fed up with being ignored, Mercedes grabbed me by the arm, and turned me to face her.

“Don’t shut us out Dee, you know you can talk to us about anything.” Mercedes grabbed my wrist, her tone tender. My lips parted to speak, but Shawn’s voice over spoke loudly from a few feet away.

“I’ll take it from here guys, Billy’s gonna over take training, and no matter how many times he asks, do not bring up what just happened.” He warned giving the younger stars a stern look, the both of them silently agreeing, and gave me a pat on the back on the way by.

He then turned his attention to me, a disappointed expression etched across his face, he sighed heavily. “Now, what to do with you.” I had no idea what he was thinking, especially with his cowboy hat partially covering his eyes, but I hoped for the best as I stepped to the side to move out of his way. He unlocked the door to his office, and allowed me to walk in first like a gentleman. Then I took a seat in the chair in front of his desk, I took my time to look around the office as I’ve never been in here before. There were of course the obligatory posters of DX on both sides of the room; one poster with just Shawn and Hunter, and the other with the whole gang. By the time I swept the whole room, and came back around to Shawn, his eyes were already on me.

“You know who I’m seeing, looking at you right now?” He asked, I didn’t answer, instead I remained quiet. My heart was ringing in my ears, and now that I’ve calmed down more, I realized how ridiculous it was to pick a fight with Mandy.

“I see seven year old Desiree Simons who just tricked Big Show out of twenty dollars, and is now running to me for help. Because obviously you couldn’t let your old man know what you’ve been up to, though I think now would be a great time to key him in on all of your recent events.” Shawn’s lips pulled upward into a smile as he watched my face morph into a look of horror.

“He doesn’t even work for the company anymore, what’s the point of calling him?” I argued, mortified at the thought of my dad catching a flight to where I am, and popping up when I least expected it.

“Oh I know that, but I have a gut feeling that me letting you off with a warning won’t be good enough. I personally feel the need to bust out the big guns.” A smirk plastered to his face, he was joking, but I knew he’d actually do it if he had to. I felt betrayed, so much for our vow to never snitch.

“No, no, I’ll take a warning!” I shouted nearly popping out of my chair, to which he busted out into laughter. He leaned back in his seat holding his stomach, he sobered up after a moment, and then he got serious again.

“Is it something you want to talk about? It’s not like you, to start fights, you just got back off a year long recovery kid, and already you’re stirring up drama.” He waited for my reply, his hands clasped together on top of his desk, and his eyes searching mine.

I inhaled deeply, “Maybe, I’m a bit on edge since I’ve been away…a little insecure I guess.” I mumbled, I was too embarrassed to mention who Mandy and I were arguing over.

Shawn scratched his beard like a wise old mange, he thought about his own reply, his eyebrows drew together. A pensive expression on his face. “Desiree, being away from the camera doesn’t make you forgetable, not having passion, and desire is what can make you forgetable. See what I did there?” I couldn’t help but let out a small giggle, I pulled my knees up to my chest, and rested my chin on my kneecaps. There were so many thoughts going through my head, and often compressing myself helped to slow things down.

“I know it’s hard, trust me if there’s anyone around here that knows what it’s like to let the pressure get to you, it’s me. Now I’m no therapist, but you gotta get all those thoughts outta you, talk about it to someone, anyone. When you bottle it all up, ya end up putting someone in a chicken wing.” Another wise word from Shawn Michaels, but not without the comedy of course. He was right, no matter how much Mandy gets on my mother fucking nerves, I shouldn’t have put my hands on her.

“Thanks for going easy on me.” I smiled sheepishly, bringing my legs down, and inhaling air deeply into my lungs. Now I felt calmer than I did, and thanks to Shawn shifting my perception, I had a more positive outlook on my current journey here in the WWE.

“Don’t take it for granted, I do have old Ron Simons number on speed dial kid.” He grinned, then stood up from his desk, and I mirrored his movements standing from my seat as well. He clapped his hand on my shoulder, and in combination with the hair ruffling, it transported me back to my kid self again.

Before I left the office, I had to tell him just once, “I’m happy you’re still around Shawn.” I said as I stood in between the threshold of the doorway, he seemed a bit taken aback by my statement. His eyes were glossy, but he blinked it away.

“Duh, who else is gonna bail you out?” He rolled his eyes, his office phone began to ring, pulling his attention away from me. He smiled apologetically, “Hate to cut it short Des, but this old man does have business to handle. Stay out of trouble.” He waved me goodbye one last time, before sending me on my way.

Our conversation wasn't long, but it was needed. That was the first time I admitted, out loud to someone other than my cats, how the recovery was affecting me internally. Today it blew up in my face, while it was perfectly normal for me to be upset, but I don’t pride myself on resorting to any unnecessary violence. Especially with someone so insignificant as Mandy, the training seemed to be over for the day. The only people left hanging around were Mercedes. She sat in the middle of the ring, a bored expression on her face as she doom scrolled through her phone.

“Jail wasn’t as bad as I thought.” I joked, I hopped up on the apron of the ring, and took a seat. She smiled at me, the corners of her lips turning up ever so slightly.

“Never took you for an alley cat, but this wouldn’t be the first time you’ve surprised me DeeDee.” Mercedes sat next to me, our shoulders touching, but neither one of us spoke. My watch buzzed several times. I glanced down to see Drew had been texting me earlier, but the training held my attention.

“Apparently I stole her move, and she was mad about it.” I said, my tone nonchalant, and my eyes staring straight ahead at nothing in particular. It all sort of blurred together.

Mercedes turned to me, I could see the confusion on her face in my peripheral. “What?” She chuckled. I spared myself the embarrassment of telling her the other half of the argument, the last thing I wanted to hear was a lecture from Ms. Bad Bitch.

“Exactly my reaction, but it’s whatever though I’ll handle her at a different time.” I laughed, she watched me with a weary expression, her eyes squinting at me, and I suddenly felt nervous under her gaze.

“Was that all? Because you was about ready to knock her head off.” She turned to me sitting on her knees, her lips pressed into a thin line, and her arms folded. It was slightly intimidating, but I stood my ground.

“Yes, that’s all, I swear.” I lied, I couldn’t take her scrutiny, so I stood up, stretching my arms. She followed my lead getting to her feet, she parted her lips to say something but decided against it fortunately for me. We climbed out of the ring, and I made sure to gather my things that were left on the apron.

“Alright, I’ll let it go, for now.” She sighed in a defeated tone, she smiled, and held her arms out to me. I pulled her into a hug, we squeezed each other tightly before letting go. We walked out the Performance Center with our arms looped together talking about our sparring match, and making plans to hang out later in the week. We said our last goodbyes with another tight hug, then headed off in our separate directions.

By the time I got home, showered, and changed my clothes, I was exhausted. I was thankful for being in Florida this week, even if you get used to sleeping in hotels, nothing beats the feeling of sleeping in your own bed. I plopped down on the couch in the living room, and instantly Andrew and Sadie came to cuddle underneath me. Sadie being the neediest, buried her body between my arms, happily purring all the while. Andrew however, sat next to me, snuggly at my side, and happily made biscuits out of the couch.

I looked at my phone, scrolling through the endless list of text messages, a few from April, which is shocking because she doesn't text me all that often. Mainly because she knows I don't always have a chance to respond in an appropriate amount of time, but also because she likes to talk on the phone. I, however, despise phone conversations.

2:30 pm April: Why did Mercedes tell me you got into a fight?

2: 35 pm April: Are you okay?

2:40 pm April: Did you get in trouble?

I let out a breath of hair, then made a note to text her back later. If I forgot to do that, I’m sure she’ll blow up my phone some more. Then I opened Drew’s messages.

8:00 am Drew: get your ass up, we’re going for a walk

10:50 am Drew: hey wanna get breakfast? My treat.

3:15 pm Drew: call me later when you get a chance.

I felt bad for not going on that walk with him this morning, I texted him back in my head, but clearly that message hadn’t translated into my phone. The phone barely rang three times before he answered, the volume of his tv turned down before he spoke. “Okay so you’re not dead, nor have you been kidnapped.” He said half heartedly, though there was a genuine worried undertone in his voice, and I don't blame him. I’m usually very consistent with texting back. But today it just slipped me, especially after that little spat with Mandy. I grimaced at the thought of her, and my expression only deepened when I remembered the original reason I called him in the first place.

“Hey, can you come over?” I mumbled, tears rolled down my checks, and onto my sweater. My throat felt restricted, and my heart began to skip, every part of me wanted to crawl into the deepest hole. Drew hadn’t said anything yet, knowing him, he’s racking his brain trying to decipher why I sounded like I’m dying.

“Of Course sweetheart, want me to bring you anything? He asked softly, I could hear the jingle of keys, and shuffling on his side of the phone. I wiped the tears away with the back of my hand, inhaling deeply, I tried to gather myself.

“Mmm, maybe chicken nuggets.” My voice cracked, giving me away, but it’s not like I tried very hard to hide my emotions today.

“Shit.” He cursed under his breath, “Just stay where you are, I’m leaving the hotel right now okay?”

I nodded my head, “Okay.” He didn't hang up the phone, I could hear his engine roar to life, and the sound of the city streets. About half an hour passed by the time he finally made it to my house, the doorbell rang, and the cats perked up from the sound. I could see Drew’s large tall frame from my side of the stained glass door, pulling it open, and stepping back so he could come in. I closed the door behind him, Drew made his way into the kitchen to set the food on the counter, and Sadie followed quickly, now interested in the large man that just entered our home.

“Des, I got you the usual six piece spicy nuggets, and a fruit punch juice.” He said, upon entering the kitchen, Andrew was being more vocal than usual, practically singing to Drew. He turned on his back, puring, and meowing. Drew, not one to turn down the attention of a fur-baby, scratched Andrew’s chin, and rubbed his belly gently. Sadie pawed my ankle, she didnt wanna be left out, so when I bent to reach for her, she leapt into my arms with ease.

“Thanks…” I trailed off, I wasn't sure how to start this conversation, or if I should even bring it up at all anymore. The anger I had earlier has long since vanished, but I was still upset about it. That bitch tried to embarrass me, and who knows what else she’s been saying, or laughing about behind my back, meanwhile Drew knew this the whole time and didn’t even tell me.

“Did you and Mandy fuck?” I asked, cutting straight to the point, he slowly turned his attention away from Andrew, and onto me. I stood next to him at the kitchen island, a good amount of space between us, but I wanted it that way. I didn't need him to distract me.

An expression of culpability washed over his face, but he met my furious glare head on. “Yes.” He answered, as big as he is in stature, he seemed to have shrunk just now. His shoulders slumped, hands at his sides, and strands of his hair had fallen into his face. “I’m guessing she told you?”

“She didn't just tell me, she rubbed it in my face, then proceeded to claim she could have you anytime she wanted.'' I explained. My hands balled into fist, the thought of that hussy all over Drew like she owned him, pissed me off all over again.

“That’s not true, not even in the slightest, I’d never go back to her now that–

“Now that I’m back to entertain you? Well what happens if I leave again? What then?” I argued cutting him off, which I knew pissed him off, and he was right on my heels when I turned to walk off.

“C’mon you don't honestly believe that do you? Desiree.” He begged, I whipped around stopping him mid stride, and causing us to nearly collide into each other, his eyes widened in shock.

“I don't know what to believe, you had me walking around that stank ass bitch looking stupid. Smiling in her face trying to be nice to her, and you had your dick all in her!” For once he was stumped, but he was quick to recover, talking so fast that his accent took over his vernacular. I barely understood him.

“We only had sex once! That was a year, and a half ago at this point, I didn't even finish on top of that. I couldn't finish, god it was so stupid.” He mumbled the last part, his voice dipping lower just then. “What you give me, I can't get from any other woman, and I know that now.” Drew McIntyre, 6’5 275 lbs, is on his knees, in the middle of my living room. Begging for my forgiveness, his arms wrapped around my hips, and his face pressed to my stomach. A hot ass mess.

I rolled my eyes, “Please get up Drew, you're a grown man.” I breathed heavily, he put more of his weight onto me, he had an iron grip around my hips.

“Does that mean you forgive me?” He asked, a hopeful look on his face, and his bottom lip poked out.

“I’ll think about it.” I mumbled, my arms crossed over my chest, and my nose turned upwards, he let out a defeated breath, reluctantly he let go of me. Standing to his feet once again, he went over to the kitchen, shooed the cats away, who had snuck back into the kitchen, and had begun to sniff the plastic food bag. He brought it into the living room where I had plopped down onto the sofa, my legs folded together, and my elbow digging into my thigh holding up my head as I surfed the channels on the tv I barely watched.

There still was one thing that bothered me, “Why didn’t you just tell me? At least a heads up, this was the worst surprise of all time, it was embarrassing, and the worst part was I reacted violently.”

“You what?” He looked up at me, shock evident in his eyes, he stood up from his kneeling position, then I took him by the hand, and led him over to the sofa. I didn't sit too close still wanting to have my own space, he noticed it, but did not speak on it.

“Today Shawn Michaels had me and some others from the main roster do some sort of a wrestlers digest for the NXT kids.” I said rolling my eyes, I was ready to put the whole day behind me, but since I brought it up, I decided to continue on. Drew came and sat beside me, he had kicked off his shoes, and was sitting with one of his legs tucked under the other. I offered him a chicken nugget, but he declined.

“Anyways, it was going pretty okay, but then afterwards Mandy just ripped into me. First, she accused me of stealing her drop move, which I did not because what the fuck does that bitch thinks she can teach me?” I explained as I munched away, abstinemindly Drew massaged Sadie’s head, while Andrew snuggled next to my thigh.

“Then she’s all like, ‘Drew thinks about me all the time’ and then she was like ‘And I’ll do it again if I want to’ ugh I should have strangled her.” It hadn’t occurred to me that I was gripping the Wendy's bag until Drew’s large hands wrapped around my wrist.

Drew hooked his finger underneath my chin, and gently turned my face back to him, his gray-blue irises looked like a stormy sky. His eyebrows drawn together, he said, “She never took me away from you.” He declared, I stared into his eye trying to find a flicker of dishonesty, or regret. All I could see was sincerity, and shame, the pain in my chest soothed as the minutes went by. I closed my eyes focusing on my breathing, finally I made my decision, no longer upset with him, and Mandy long forgotten, I launched myself onto Drew’s side of the sofa. My arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, and my face nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

A strong stent of tea tree mint wafted into my nostrils, my lips turned upward into a smile for the first time today. Just as he was wrapping his arms around my waist I pulled back, “Are you still washing your hair with the same hair company I recommend?”

“Of course, why would I change it?” His lips curled into a playful grin, my fingers played with his soft, dark hair. He never let it get too long, he usually kept it trimmed at his shoulders. His hands crept underneath my sweater top, caressing my skin, slowly moving up, and down my back. I startled his waist, my knees on either side of his thighs, and I stood up on my knees so that I now towered over him.

“I love seeing you like this, so fucking beautiful.” He breathed, a dark sensation washed over me, and I was suddenly in the mood. My fingers gripped his hair with authority, and pulled his head back. Drew let out a deep groan, his nails digging into my flesh, but the stinging sensations sent a tingle down my spine and right between my legs. “I liked it when you begged me, you should do it more often.” I whispered, my lips just barely touched his, and when he tried to move his head to meet me halfway, I yanked his hair.

“Relax sweetheart.” I teased, I trailed kisses down his neck, licking, and sucking his skin as I went. His body melted under my lips, I pulled his shirt over his head, and continued to pepper kisses across his broad chest.

When I get past his belly button he starts to make a fuss, “We don’t have to–

“Don’t speak unless I say so, you deserve this.” I snapped at him, Drew’s lips pressed together agreeing to be compliant. I understood that he could physically overpower me if he wanted, and since he didn’t I continued to play.

“Look at where acting like a slut got you, right back to me.” I traced the line of hair that ran from his bellybutton, and disappeared underneath his jeans. The hairs across his chest, and stomach were soft. Such a drastic difference than when we first met, he was damn near hairless.

“Take off your jeans.” I ordered him, nearly jumping up off the sofa, and doing what was told. The cats had long since abandoned us, and my food had gotten cold as it sat half eaten on the glass coffee table. He kicked his jeans off, “briefs too cowboy.” I teased, he was hasty with his movements not wanting to waste a second, I patted his spot where he was sitting. “Sit.” My voice dropped to a whisper, I moaned out upon seeing his semi hardened cock. It was thicker than I remembered, fat even, it flopped around as he got back into a comfortable sitting position. The sound of his flesh slapping against flesh made my pussy tingle with desire.

He reached his hand down to wrap around himself but I smacked his hand away, a look of annoyance flashed in his eyes. “Oh I know that’s not an attitude?” I folded my arms over my chest, daring him to challenge me, but he didn’t move off the couch.

“Desiree please—

I cut him off before he could continue, “Do it again.” I smirked, my heart beating excitedly, I was getting a rush of adrenaline from the power I was feeling.

“Say…please.” I mocked in a melodic voice, I sat perched on my knees beside him, I placed my hand on his thigh. His eyes slid closed, I leaned in, tucked his hair behind his ear, and softly kissed the tip of his ear. “I hate to have to ask twice.” I whispered huskily, my hand crept up his thigh, and up to his lower stomach. He still didn’t give, his eyelids snapped open, they sparkled with defiance. I bit my lip to hold back my laughter.

“Always thought you were more of a brat than me but that's fine.” I shrugged, my hand ghosted over his tip, I watched his face closely as I gently swiped the pre-cum off with my index finger. He watched as I brought my finger up to my lips, flicking my tongue out, and licking the stickiness off. I licked my hand, then reached down again, this time gripping his dick in my palm; not too tightly, but just the way he liked.

“Shit, please, I just need to feel you. I missed you so much, please.” He begged, his breathing deepened, and his bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

My unoccupied hand reached up to wrap around the top of his head, I caressed his long, silky dark hair like a pet. “That’s a good boy, now, was that so hard?” I pulled my sweater over my head revealing my bare breast, Drew’s eyes dropped to my chest, I could feel his fingers twitch against my thigh where his hand rested. His eyes darted back up to my face, and back to my chest, wordlessly asking me for permission. I lifted an eyebrow questioning him.

“Can I touch you?” He blurted out as if he had been holding his breath, I stifled a laugh, and wondered to myself if this was how I looked when our roles were reversed.

“You can touch me anywhere you want.” I caved, though I’m proud of myself for getting this far, and astounded Drew allowed my shenanigans to ensue. I missed the way he touched me, he’s always gentle as if he might break me.

His hand slid from my thigh up the side of my hip, and around to my lower back. The other grasped onto my hand, placed it back around his dick, the tip of him peeking out more and more as he became more aroused. “Fuck, you always know how to stroke me princess.” He groaned, he grabbed me by the chin, and met me halfway in a deep, heated kiss. Our lips intertwined as we moaned into each other, wordlessly begging for more.

“Tell me what you want from me first.” Drew mumbled between kisses, his hands caressing my body, and found their way to my breast. He took my nipple between his thick fingers, at first he squeezed gently as if testing his own strength, but then applying pressure.

My back arched, the sharp sensation traveled down to the core of me between my thighs. “My pussy, I need it.” I whined, I held on to his large shoulder for balance. Drew sucked on my skin, following up with wet sloppy kisses, then repeating the same with my other breast. He presses his face into my cleavage then breaths me in, his hands on my back, nails digging into my skin as he drags them down. I let out a shuddering breath, for a moment we just stayed there in the moment.

“Lay back.” He murmurs against my skin, then kisses me one last time before letting me go so I could reposition myself. I rest comfortably on the sofa pillows, my hands found their way to my breast, and lightly ghost over my nipples. The tickling causes them to tighten, almost painfully; I open my eyes to see Drew already staring down at me, slowly stroking himself. I place my feet on his thighs, and slide them up, replacing his hands. “Fuck, that feels good princess.” He moaned as I gently brushed my toes against him, his eyes closed for a moment, and his breaths deepened. Grabbing me by my legs, and pushing them back further, and spreading me open wider. He lowered between my thighs pressing his lips softly, and leaving a wet trail of kisses down to my core.

“Spread it open for me sweetheart.” He instructed huskily, his chest rising and falling. His eyes watched mine as my hands moved down between my soft, squishy thighs, I slipped two of my fingers into my vagina. “That’s my good girl.” He moaned, his eyes were intently focused on my hand, when I slowly pulled my fingers out, and spread myself wide for him. He licked his lips, then gently, he pushed himself into me. Not only had it been two years of not being with him, but a long two years of not having the touch of a man at all. I had hit a depressive low causing my desires to fully leave my body, I didn’t want to be looked at or touched by anyone but myself. Drew stretched me in a way I had forgotten about, he slowly, and carefully slid into me. At first the pain was unavoidable, my hands gripped his sides, and I couldn’t help the way my nails dug into his flesh.

He grunted, then let out a deep breath, “fuck, that’s right princess, grip me just like that.” On command I tightened around him, his hips picked up a steady rhythm, one that I had missed. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and my hands cupped his face. I gripped his beard pulling him to me, and kissed his lips hungrily. “Harder.” I demanded he slowed to a pause then looked me in my eyes, those beautiful stormy eyes of his piercing my soul.

“Are you sure?” He asked, the pain of my nipples tightening caused me to arch my back, and let out a whine.

“Yes, please, please.” I begged, he lowered his head between the crook of my neck, and pressed his lips to my pulse. He roughly slid back into me once, then twice, and after the third time he kept that pace. Relentless thrusting into me, my pussy throbbed deliciously as I took him in, “just like that, give me all that dick baby.” I breathed out greedily, I hung onto him for dear life as he rocked into me.

“You take all of me so well princess, fuck you fit so perfectly.” He moaned into my ear, I was right on the edge of a long overdue orgasam, and I damn near couldn’t take it.

“Oh– fuck Drew I can’t.” I cried, my eyes screwed shut, and my head was thrown back. Nothing else mattered right now, I didn’t care if the police were banging at my door, they were gonna have to see this.

“Let it out princess, fucking scream it in my ears, I wanna hear you.” He didn’t stop till I came squirting all over him, myself and my very expressive sofa making a mess of everything.

“Oh!” I shouted, my muscles tensed, and tears sprouted from my eyes. How fucking embarrassing. As if my convulsions weren’t enough to indicate I was basically dying and couldn’t take anymore, Drew felt the need to swipe his tongue between my swollen lips.

“Look at this fucking mess you made, I guess I’ve gotta clean it up.” He grinned devilishly, he slurped the juices that slid down my thighs, and worked his way up to my clit. He sucked me into his mouth then let me go with a pop of his lips. He chuckled deeply as he watched me lie there to catch my breath, “you’re not dead yet.” He laughed, which was an asshole move considering I can’t even feel my legs right now.

“Fuck you.” I rebuttal childishly, which only made him laugh harder causing his dimples to become more prominent, which is how the fuck I got into this predicament in the first place. His silly little grin was my weakness. I stood up from the couch, and collected my clothes.

He chuckled then slapped me on the ass as I bent over, “where was all that shit talking energy a moment ago?” I could feel from the vibrato in his voice that he was indeed proud of himself. We’ll see who has the last laugh though.

“Haha, you’re sleeping on the couch…asshole.” I laughed dryly, then side stepped him, he scoffed in disbelief. His eyes having a hard time looking me in the face in his current state, my nipples stiffened from the friction of the soft cotton sweater I held against my breast. I swallowed my desires, my nose upturned, and my lips pressed together. He may have won the battle, but he won’t win the war.

“You’re joking?” He asked, I stood at the bottom of the stairs, then turned to look at him. He stood in the middle of the living room, a desperate look in his eyes, and his dick still hard as rocks. I ached for him, but he had to be punished somehow.

I shrugged my shoulders, “if I were joking, wouldn't you be laughing?” On that note I swiftly turned and made my way up the stairs, had it not been for the banister holding me up my knees would have buckled underneath me. Once I made it to my room I threw my clothes in the hamper, then ran myself a bath. I soaked until I became wrinkly, then I got out, pulled on one of Drew’s shirts he definitely didn’t know I still had, and threw myself in the bed. My phone rang on the nightstand, I groaned, turning over to grab it, and blindly answering not bothering to check the caller ID.

“Hello?” I asked, my voice already laced with sleepiness, and my eyelids heavy. I suddenly sparked back to life if only for a few moments when I heard his voice.

“I can’t sleep.” Drew spoke into the phone, and though we were in the same house he felt miles away. Just then Sadie had found her way into my bed, and Andrew was in his usual spot in the window, keeping watch till he couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore.

I snorted, “it’s only been thirty minutes.”

“So? Don’t you miss our late night talks?” I could hear him shuffle on his end before he settled, I didn’t fight the smile that turned upward into my lips.

“I do…” I confessed, that’s all he needed to hear before he started telling me stories about his childhood, and Scotland. I didn’t chime in, I just loved hearing his voice, and how thick his accent got the more comfortable he was. Soon enough I got too sleepy to even indicate to him I was dozing off, and the next thing I knew I was dreaming.

[ledamemangociana]

Give us an angsty scenario for a sheasaro breakup

ohhhhh bOYYYYYYYY i have like three under the cut, buckle up

The Bar wins vs The New Day in the MITB qualifier tag team match next week and they kinda argue about who gets the spot in the MITB match. sheamy wants in coz he’s a successful MITB cash-in and could do it a second time. cesaro wants in coz he hasn’t won an MITB match and he’s not about to let an opportunity for an opportunity at the top prize go. eventually cesaro relents, since sheamus has won before so that might mean he has a better chance of winning, and hey, a victory for one is a victory for both, right? so sheamus goes in but loses, and cesaro gives him shit for it because as much as both of them wins when one wins, they also both lose when the other loses. sheamus points out the weird logic in this - if cesaro had been in the match, and cesaro had won, was cesaro really going to share the briefcase with him? would they both cash it in? would he co-own the WWE championship with sheamus? cesaro would try to change the subject by convincing sheamus that they can either challenge the briefcase holder for it or they can steal it. they bungle all their attempts up with losses (some with sheamus getting the pin or being made to tap) and/or getting caught, which leads to an even bigger rift, until cesaro goes into business for himself without consulting sheamus or bringing him along. he gets the briefcase, either by challenging the holder of it and cheating to win, or by stealing it and finding some loophole to bind it to him as the new owner. he then officially kicks sheamus to the curb, saying that now he’s got the MITB briefcase, what does he need sheamus for? sheamus only puts Ls on his record, but he’s going to go and win himself the WWE championship. 

sheamus goes into the MITB match, wins the briefcase again, cashes in successfully again outta nowhere, becomes WWE champ. he honestly, sincerely, calls cesaro his co-champion coz they’re a team, they’re the best team, they are The Bar together. but over time, cesaro’s bitterness and jealousy gets the best of him. he asks to fight sheamus in a “friendly” title bout, which sheamus says yes to, because what’s the harm in it, even if he loses to cesaro, his best friend cesaro, his brother from a foreign mother, the title would still be with The Bar, and cesaro deserves the championship anyway, he’s always believed that. the match is nasty and aggressive and cesaro seems angry and desperate, but ultimately loses. sheamus thinks all is well, but then cesaro keeps getting him DQ wins in matches, for the title or otherwise, and tells him he’s just protecting sheamus’ championship, even if it means having to smack sheamus around a bit in front of the ref so that sheamus gets the win. sheamus becomes more and more wary, even as cesaro tries to assuage his fears, but then one night, it all boils over, and sheamus has enough of it. when cesaro tries to get him DQed again, he attacks cesaro, who fights back. cesaro plays the indignant victim - “i was just trying to help you, why are you angry?!” - but sheamus knows what cesaro really wants. 

they both lose to the new day in the MITB qualifier match, and decide after a couple more losses, which cesaro blames on sheamus, to move on and try to challenge for the SD tag titles, because that’s what they built their team and momentum on over on RAW. they win it once, maybe twice, but every loss they take, no matter how big or small, grates on cesaro. how can they call themselves The Bar if sheamus keeps getting his ass kicked? sheamus takes exception to this, saying cesaro would have been lost in the shuffle in 2017 if it wasn’t for him. cesaro makes him put his money where his mouth is, and challenges him to get three wins without him before the next pay-per-view. sheamus gets two, but cesaro sabotages his final chance at the third win, and it breaks out into an all out brawl that sees cesaro lay sheamus out. paige and/or shane mcmahon decides to put a stop to it all by pitting them against each other at the pay-per-view, with the winner getting an opportunity at a title of their choice, from either Smackdown or RAW, essentially doing the 8th match in their best-of-7 that Mick Foley refused to put them in, which saw them become a tag team in the first place. the irony isn’t lost on either sheamus or cesaro, but they both acknowledge that this is what it was always going to come to, and how it’s supposed to end. that final match sees them sort of make up, and cesaro comes out on top, and declares on the next episode of Smackdown that he’s going after the Universal Championship, and is going back to RAW to do so, which means leaving sheamus behind on Smackdown. they have a big, almost touching goodbye, until sheamus Brogue Kicks cesaro into next week.

sheamus confides to cesaro that he doesn’t think he’s gonna be around much longer. he’s been in the company nearly 10 years, some injuries keep nagging him, he thinks he’s slowing down, he’s not sure his place is still in the ring, maybe it’s time he slowly faded into the background, let the present and future of the company, like cesaro, shine. cesaro doesn’t believe sheamus is quite there yet, but promises to win the tag titles with him one last time at least, and tries to convince sheamus not to retire from in-ring competition until he gets that elusive Grand Slam win (which is near impossible at this point because the IC title is on a different show). they build their momentum back up with wins as tweeners. the first two times they challenge for the titles, they lose, and sheamus gets depressed about it and starts to lose a little bit of hope. cesaro tells him that this is not the sheamus he came to know and appreciate as His Tag Team Partner™, so he convinces him to challenge for the title match one last time, and if they lose again, then they can try to get transferred back to RAW so he can help him get the IC title instead. sheamus doesn’t get why cesaro seems so optimistic about it all, but okay sure, he’ll have one more go. they win the tag titles at Summerslam, and cesaro says he and sheamus are throwing a party on the next Smackdown Live episode. at the party, Paige or Shane tells them that if they’re able to defend their titles successfully in three consecutive matches, Sheamus gets a chance to challenge for the IC title at Survivor Series, and if he wins, he gets to bring it to Smackdown. they get the three wins, and Sheamus wins the IC title at Survivor Series. on the next Smackdown, Paige or Shane tells them that Kurt Angle won’t let Sheamus take it the IC title to Smackdown if he’s also also tag champ at the same time, which means Sheamus has to choose between relinquishing the IC title, or relinquishing the Smackdown tag titles. sheamus declares that he knows what’s right, he knows who got him where he is and he knows who he’s not going to turn his back on - and then Brogue Kicks the life out of cesaro and declares the SD tag titles vacated, declaring that the person who got him where he is now, the person he’s not ever turning his back on, is himself, and officially breaks up The Bar. when cesaro confronts him about this on a later date, Sheamus laughs at Cesaro for buying into his “i think it’s about time i left” BS, and maybe that gullibility is why it was so easy for him to use Cesaro to get what he wanted; if it’s anyone’s time to disappear, it’s Cesaro’s, because without him, Cesaro will be lost in the background again, forever grasping at a brass ring being kept out of his reach, only to be remembered as the little man Sheamus had to step on to get here.

L I S T E N i love My Dads The Lads™ and i hope they never break up but if they have to, i hope that when it happens it’s extra af and kind of heart-breaky with an emotional pay-off so good that it’s gonna kept getting put on “Top 10 Most Heartwrenching Tag Team Break-ups Of All Time” lists for the rest of time.

[itsreigns]

Request Rules & Guidelines 2018

Welcome to my comeback set of WWE Fanfiction Requests! ✨

Hey everyone, I’ve been thinking a lot, and I decided to give writing a new chance. So, if you’re reading this and are interested in submitting a request, here are the rules/ guidelines.

A special thank you to @xfirespritex for letting me use her guidelines as a base for my own. 😚💕

📌 Requests will remain open as long as I feel like. I will let you know when they are closed.

📌 Rules/ Guidelines:

1. All requests will be for male superstar / female reader (i.e. Finn Balor x Y/N).

2. No self-harm/rape/death stories. They aren’t for me. I can’t write them. Note: Other things such as depression, anxiety, etc. are allowed to be a part of the request but I will not write extremely triggering things.

3. No horror fics, creepy or weird plots, etc.

4. Requests will be filled as I am inspired by them. Not first come/first serve. You can’t rush writing.

5. Relating to the above rule you must be patient. If you are pushy or flat-out mean about how long it is taking to fill your request I will not finish it, no matter how good an idea it is.

6. I will write fluff and angst. No smut for now. Be specific in what you are looking for.

7. I will accept requests from Anonymous but please know that if I can’t reply to your request there is no way of notifying you when it’s going up/ if I would like clarification on your request.

8. Requests need to include the wrestler you want the reader paired with. After that, you can request prompts, scenarios, plots, etc.

📌 Give me specifics. Don’t just say “A cute fluffy story with Pete Dunne, please and thanks!” That’s not enough. And I will not accept it, it’ll get deleted.

📌 Wrestlers I will write for:

· Adam Cole

· Baron Corbin

· Cesaro

· Corey Graves

· Dean Ambrose

· Fandango

· Finn Balor

· Johnny Gargano

· Marty Scurll

· Pete Dunne

· Roman Reigns

· Sami Zayn

· Seth Rollins

· Sheamus

· TJ Perkins

· Tony Nese

· Tyler Bate

· Zack Ryder

📌 A final reminder: If the rules are not adhered to/ a request makes me uncomfortable I will not complete the request. You all need to understand that a request is just that, a request. I will do my best to fill them all but this is not a contract. So please, be understanding of mine, as well as all, writer’s limitations and guidelines.

REQUESTS ARE NOW OPEN!

[bastardnev]

In the dad au wife swap scenario (or just if they have to be apart for a while), what do they miss most about the other?

nev misses moose’s good morning kisses, moose misses being hit in the face with a pillow following the kiss

tony misses drew’s powerpoints for literally fucking Everything, drew misses Those Abs

jinder and eva just miss each other Period

same with sheamus and cesaro

austin misses trading Affectionate Insults with wade and vice versa

ariya won’t admit it but he misses noam’s goofy nicknames for him, noam misses annoying him with aforementioned nicknames

[wrestlingisfake]

Royal Rumble thoughts

The hype surrounding the Rumble every year mostly revolves around surprise entrants and upset winners.  Coincidentally, the attitude after the Royal Rumble has been bitter disappointment for years now.  Let’s face reality now and save ourselves some trouble. 

There have been 30 Royal Rumble matches.  Many of them have featured the unexpected debut/return of a guy.  Only one of those surprise entrants has actually won the Rumble, and that was Batista in 2014.

In the last 10 Rumbles, only two winners were not former WWE world champions: Alberto Del Rio and Roman Reigns.  (And both of them lost the title matches they earned by winning.)  In fact, the winners of the last 10 Rumbles were: John Cena, Randy Orton, Edge, Del Rio, Sheamus, Cena again, Batista, Reigns, Triple H, and Orton again.  All of these were fairly conservative picks, in the sense that you wouldn’t need to twist Vince McMahon’s arm to go with any of them.

The modern fantasy of the Royal Rumble largely comes from John Cena’s victory in 2008: That at any moment (most likely near the end), the very last person you expected to see would show up and clean house to win.  But that moment was mostly due to Cena coming back early from an injury.  “John Cena beats 29 men” is not exactly radical think-outside-the-box booking for WWE.

The mystique of the Royal Rumble is that a rising star can, in one night, catapult over top contenders to take his rightful place in the last match at Wrestlemania and close the show with his very first world title win.  That’s what Shawn Michaels did in 1996, and Batista did in 2005.  But it sure hasn’t happened lately, has it?

Alternately, the dream Rumble scenario is an ex-champion, denied his rightful place in the sun, finally overcoming all obstacles.  He returns to Wrestlemania a conquering hero reaffirming his place at the top of the mountain, like Bret Hart in 1994 or (sort of) Steve Austin in 1999.  The closest WWE has come to that scenario in the last 10 years is John Cena in 2013, which was more like the beginning of the end of his run as a tippy-toppy guy.  They may try again this year with Reigns, but it’s anyone’s guess if that’ll actually connect with people.

Now, I’m not saying the Rumble winner can’t be Shinsuke Nakamura, or Ethan Carter III, or even some totally nuts prediction like Kenny Omega or Daniel Bryan.  What I’m saying is that, if you actually think about it, WWE has given you no reason to expect anything so unconventional.  The safest bet is still either a) Reigns or b) a Smackdown guy so Reigns can still challenge Brock Lesnar.  And of the available choices for a Smackdown winner, you have to take Vince’s personal favorites (Cena, Orton, Jinder, Corbin) seriously whether you want to or not.

I’m rooting for surprises at this year’s Rumble.  But for that very reason, I’m way more jazzed for the women’s match, because there’s a lot more room to do some big shakeups and plot twists.  The men’s Rumble has been running on fumes for a decade, and maybe it’s time we treat it as such.

[mithen]

okay so given all the amazing teases we've been getting lately, do you think kevin and sami will become a tag team soon? and what's your Dream Scenario for it?

These teases are killing me in the best way possible!  I don’t think it’s likely that they’re going to be a tag team very soon (though I would love it)–I’m hoping that Survivor Series this coming November forces them to work together in some way and that lays more groundwork for a tag team run, maybe next year?

My preferred scenario for them tagging changes from week to week, and I’d be happy with ANYTHING, but right now it would make some sense that Shane might put them together as a punishment to Kevin (and if Sami gets vocal about feeling like he’s stagnating).  It’s a little tough because Cesaro/Sheamus and Seth/Dean basically have recently done a lot of that kind of storyline, but I’m sure Sami and Kevin would find ways to keep it fresh!

The one thing I’m really eager to get with Kevin and Sami that we did NOT get (so far) with Seth and Dean–I would really love to get a scene where the Usos are coming after Sami with some weapon (kendo sticks are nice for thwackiness, chairs better for emotional resonance) and Kevin shields a semi-conscious Sami with his own body and takes a terrible beating for him.  This makes me sound like a terrible sadist, I suppose, but within wrestling narrative redemption tends to be gained at a physical cost, and I don’t think I’ll ever feel like there’s closure for Sami until he’s seen that Kevin is willing to take as much pain to protect Sami as he once caused Sami.  Or–in a different kind of closure–that at some point he does some act that causes him to lose a title (singles or their tag titles) in order to save Sami, valuing Sami above a championship just as once he valued a championship above Sami.  I crave that sense of balance a LOT with Kevin.

I was also batting around ideas with @tripleht recently about Sami, frustrated with his prospects, in a dark place and yearning to connect with Kevin again, having a “heel turn”–and I use scare quotes because he’d be trying really hard to heel it up and be mean and edgy to the point that it’s clear it’s all performative to try and impress Kevin.  (He dyes his hair black and gets new all-black gear with something edgy written on it!  He gives angry nihilistic speeches–then secretly gives extra money to charity because he feels bad).  Kevin, of course, thinks this is really great!  He’s so happy Sami’s finally on his side!  He… sure doesn’t miss happy, sunny Sami at all.  Nope.  (Eventually he has to turn face himself because it’s driving him so crazy and he can’t admit it, so it’s just easier to start being a better person so Sami will relax and be himself again).

But all things considered, I will settle for them having two minutes of snark backstage now and then!  I just… want them to keep interacting and I don’t much care how at this point…

[rosemarysbabysitter]

List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on: writing, art, gifsets, whatever.

bro, I am working on E̋̓ͧV̑ͤ̃̐Ë͓ͯͩ̈̿Ȑ͙̊Y̰͉̜͖̙̼͉̌̎ͥ̉̅T͎̰̩̲͈̹͑H̼̳̼̭̳͖̮̿I͋́ͪͨN͔̹̯̦̖̪͖͛G̥͎̜͉͖̓͛ but I’ll limit myself to fan fiction wips

-continued attempts to finish up the Goretober prompts (x)

-Brock Lesnar/Dean Ambrose double omega fic

-self indulgent Shawn/Hunter piss kink piece about transition from Connecticut Blue Blood to Triple H

-oh shit, I had an Ambriegns A/B/O fic going (x)

-oh shit, I had another Ambriegns A/B/O fic drafted

-doms Cesaro and Roman swap their pet!play subs Sheamus and Dean

-excessively long Luke Harper/Dean Ambrose hitchhiker au

- Reasonable Conditions alternate scenario (x)

-I was gonna write Rockers fic?

-fuck, fuck, fuck I need to finish Stand By Your Man (x)

what you up to these days @baratron