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[nevereverafter45]

Live Fast Die Beautiful| D. Ambrose

Chapter 1 Introduction

Cincinnati Ohio, December 31, 2000

Paul Levesque was a man that rarely got surprised but when his high school sweetheart called him out of the blue to inform him that they had an almost 16-year-old daughter that needed her father.

He was surprised. Surprised, livid, and a little hurt.

He had thought that Lynette would have told him that she was pregnant and that he was the father, he would have given up everything to be a father to their child.

But he never gave her the chance too, instead, he dumped her and moved on to his wrestling and bodybuilding career.

A choice he made and a choice that made him happy for so many years and now he was in a run-down part of town walking into a local strip club where his daughter Jaycee was working, his heart broke as white-hot anger boiled up in his stomach.

His almost 16-year daughter was running clad in a plaid schoolgirl mini skirt and a white button-down shirt tied under her bust.

He couldn't believe that her mother would let her do stuff like this. That was the Lynette he knew.

"Can I help you?" She asked placing an empty drink tray on her hip as she neared the couple.

"Are you Jaycee?" Stephanie McMahon, Paul’s girlfriend, asked laying her hand on her boyfriend's forearm, her blue eyes on the blonde.

"I am, who are you?" She asked.

"I'm Stephanie McMahon. And this is Paul Levesque."

"Okay," Jaycee said she was unimpressed by her statement. Usually, when couples came in there she would have been taking them into a private room for the private show. Not she knew that was exactly what happened. Rosie and the other girls kept her in the dark about it. And she was almost thankful for it.

"I am your father," Paul said, finally finding his voice as he shrugged his leather jacket off before he stepped forward and wrapped it around her shoulders to cover her up.

"My father?" She asked with her laughter lacing her statement, "I don't have a father. My mother told me that my father flaked out on us when she was pregnant with me."

Paul shook his head folding his beefy arms across his chest.

"Can we talk about this somewhere private?" Stephanie asked, she could see some of the patrons looking at them almost interested in what was going on. She was taking it as if not many people were here to see Jaycee that she was just there to work and be a faceless pretty face.

"Yeah," Jaycee muttered, pushing her dirty blonde locks back. She went over to the bar and sat the tray down. She came back hugging her father's jacket to her body. "We can go into the dressing room, we are slow right now all the girls are out on the floor." She said softly, she dropped out of school and had picked up even more extra shifts to help cover her mother's ever-growing pile of medical bills.

The pile that gave her heartburn every time she saw it.

She curled up on the feather boa covered armchair. "How long have you been working here?" Stephanie asked, scrunching up her nose as she leaned against one of the makeup tables.

"About 4 months." She answered, "my mom's in the hospital with advanced-stage breast cancer. My best friend Rosie's uncle owns the place. He lets me bus tables or work at the bar to help pay the bills." She shook her head, she knew that was a lie she had been working there for over a year and whatever money she got went directly to her mother's pimp and he delegated what bills if any got paid.

Stephanie looked at Paul and saw the swirling range of emotions in his eyes and knew she had to be the one to carry on the conversation with the young girl.

"Why not look for Paul?" Stephanie asked.

"Mom told me he took off before she even got a chance to tell him about me. We have lived in the east end for as long as I can remember." She said, chipping some of the black nail polish off of her thumb, "about 2 years ago I met Rosie and her group of friends and they took me in and took care of me. They are my family." She played with a small star charm that hung on a silver chain around her neck.

"I am your family." Paul said his voice low and starchy with emotion.”We want you to come live with us.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” She asked, her eyebrow raising. Who the hell did this guy think he was? “Just because you say you are my father doesn’t mean shit. You haven’t been around for the last 15 years, what makes you think you will actually be around now?”

“Because I said so.” He said angrily.

“We said so.” Stephanie corrected.

“Who the hell are you to him?” She asked standing up leaving the baggy leather jacket on the chair.

“I’m his girlfriend.”

Jaycee shook her head, angry tears forming in her eyes as she folded her arms across her chest, “Why bother coming after me when it’s pretty obvious that you are going to marry her and have your own family with her.”

A family she could already tell she wasn’t going to fit in too. She would rather just stay where she was and try to survive.

“Excuse me.” She said stepping out of the back exit and going down the short flight of stairs.

Stephanie turned to Paul who who was frowning heavily. “You still want her to come to with us back to Stanford.”

“I do. I want her to have a good life and not be in this shit hole. If she ends up hating me then so be it.”

[rainchyna]

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𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 ꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ .

˖⁺ ⋆ .⋆｡⋆༶⋆˙⋆｡˚ 𓂅 🐆 ⋮ series

SOUR GRAPES (1996 — 1998)

⋆ starring: SHAWN MICHAELS ⋆ HUNTER HEARST HELMSLEY ⋆ CHYNA �� LITA ⋆ BRET & OWEN HART ⋆ features other WWF & WCW stars!

▷ watch here:

season one (complete)

Offer [36:19] ⋆ The Torch [21:59] ⋆ Heat [27:29]

Blurred Lines [11:11] ⋆ Wrestling War I [29:46] ⋆ It Begins [31:00]

First Defense [19:46] 🎄[1:30] ⋆ Wonderful Bullocks [25:38] ⋆

The Heartbreak Kid’s Plan [49:26] ⋆ Cherry Coke [36:40] ⋆

She’s Evil, Most Definitely [1:23:59] ⋆ Insanity Arc [26:19]

season two

Despite Everything [21:37]

more to be added.

BLACK SWAN (2014 — 2016)

⋆ starring: HUNTER HEARST HELMSLEY ⋆ THE SHIELD ⋆ STEPHANIE McMAHON ⋆ features other NXT & WWE stars!

▷ watch here: trailer

more to be added.

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CHANELLE’s DATING SHOW

episode one: “THE HEARTBREAK KID” — [1:35:48] ⋆ starring guest: SHAWN MICHAELS (behind the scenes)

episode two: “EXCELLENCE OF EXECUTION” — [1:20:00] ⋆ starring guest: BRET HART

episode three: “KING OF KINGS” — [1:16:48] ⋆ starring guest: HUNTER HEARST HELMSLEY

episode four: “THE LATINO HEAT” — [1:36:17] ⋆ starring guest: EDDIE GUERRERO (director’s cut)

episode five: “QUOTE THE RAVEN” — [1:00:45] ⋆ starring guest: RAVEN

episode six: “OUT OF NOWHERE” — [1:22:41] ⋆ starring guest: RANDY ORTON

episode seven: “HIDE YOUR WIVES” — [1:21:51] ⋆ starring guest: EDGE (director’s cut)

episode eight: “THE CHARISMATIC ENIGMA” — [1:05:20] ⋆ starring guest: JEFF HARDY

episode nine: “WHAT THE ROCK” — [1:59:59] ⋆ starring guest: DWAYNE JOHNSON

episode ten: “ISLAND OF RELEVANCY” — [1:46:00] ⋆ starring guest: ROMAN REIGNS

more to be added.

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RARE COPIES ARCHIVE

tape one: “LEARN TO SHARE” — [25:00] ⋆ directed by: BRET HART & SHAWN MICHAELS

tape two: “DO NOT KLIQ” — [17:00] ⋆ directed by: SHAWN MICHAELS, KEVIN NASH, SCOTT HALL, HUNTER HEARST HELMSLEY, SEAN WALTMAN.

tape three: “COME EXECUTE THIS” — [10:00] ⋆ directed by: BRET HART

tape three: “RATED ‘R’ SUPERSTAR” — [10:00] ⋆ directed by: EDGE

tape four: “PLAY MY GAME” — [10:00] ⋆ directed by: HUNTER HEARST HELMSLEY

more to be modified and added.

[salemshotspot]

‘Say the weird thing’ they say as I start tweaking [I want to write steve austin x shawn michaels x reader or x triple h instead of reader sb but ik no one but me wants to read that]

[cowboywritersworld]

day 12 (blankets) with current hhh? thank you :)

Sweet dreams

General Masterlist | WWE Masterlist | Triple H Masterlist

Characters: Triple H, Reader

Prompt: 12. Blankets from Flufftober 2024 by @thepenultimateword

day 12 (blankets) with current hhh? By Anonymous

Ever since Hunter has become a business executive, he always has to work pretty late. It is his job, so it doesn't bother you, but at times you just desire he would be able to stop working earlier.

That day has been very tiring, so you are just laying on the couch in his office, your eyes closed as you nap. Running around to make sure everything goes smoothly and everyone has everything sometimes is very tiring.

Hunter looks up from his papers, smiling as he sees you sleeping peacefully. He stands up and gently covers you with some blankets, to help you not get a cold.

"I'm almost done, I'll wake you up." He kisses your forehead, going back at his laptop, keeping an eye on you.

You end up moving around just a bit to adjust yourself and smile when you feel the weight of the blankets.

"Sorry, I fell asleep." You murmur, yawning.

"Not a problem. I'm almost done, I'll be with you very quick though." He smirks at you and you just cover yourself more with the blanket while you wait.

[mexxs-blog]

Me silently waiting for you to bring back the triple h/rhea agenda.

oh it’s coming back. right now infact.

TRIPLE H/RHEA RIPLEY HEADCANNONS

(NSFW & SFW)

don’t like the ship? get off my blog, or block! 😉

SFW:

rhea will frequently go to him for advice, or opinions on her wrestling, always wanting to improve.

rhea will constantly try and convince him to let her do makeup on him, and he always agrees. (he comes out looking like a hardcore emo 😋)

rhea can’t cook for the life of her, she’ll sit on the counter and tease him, calling him a ‘househusband’ when he cooks.

rhea braids his beard. ( + teases him for being bald. )

NSFW:

after her brawls on raw, triple h will not only scold her, but punish her. his punishments include spanking, tying her up and leaving her in his office, needy.

triple h knows rhea likes it rough, hard, deep.. so he’ll do the complete opposite just to tease her; leaving her a whining, begging mess.

rhea knows triple h loves it when she fights him, always bratting just to give him the satisfaction of slapping the attitude out of her.

his nicknames for her include ‘little girl’ and ‘little one,’ ( they leave her a soaking mess )

rhea loves when he just folds her over his desk and fucks her, the position always leaving her deliciously sore.

[aritamargarita]

GOLDEN || 008

HOLD YOUR APPLAUSE!

now i welcome you back… you’ve landed at the golden train station destination, don’t forget your luggage when exiting the train yippee!

i hope you get a couple of laughs out of this…because after a certain point literally nothing is going to be funny anymore *WINK* you know, in both series, i think we just can't have nice things lol.

with this series of unfortunate events, i present to you [name]’s bizarre adventure. *lights dim, curtains fall*

THAT MATCH MADE you feel pretty unsatisfied. All you can hope for is that this future Sable storyline can give you more than whatever you're doing right now. The night is still young, so there are many things waiting for you.

BACKSTAGE // 7:24 PM

You’re the last one out. The other three were already making their way down the hall by now.

You’re not exactly satisfied with that match from earlier. Truth be told, you wanted to wrestle with Chyna a little longer. Even though you were goofing around, you knew for a fact that Chyna had more than an irish whip in her arsenal.

You want her at her full potential! You’re sure she wants you at your full potential too.

If only you were put in a storyline with her instead of Sable, sigh..

You're not exactly alone back in gorilla either. As soon as you hit those curtains, Bret was leaning on the wall. "Done for the night?"

You look at him with a smile. “Yes.” You weren’t really impressed overall with your match, and you’d tell him this much. “If you were watching, don’t be surprised. I didn’t do much this time..”

Bret shrugs it off. “I still think you did something out there. That’s all that matters. Let me tell you a little secret,” He comes closer so that you can hear him a little better. “Shawn’s got a real big habit of making things all about him. Trust me, I know.”

The way he said it makes you raise an eyebrow. Now you’re really curious..

“..Still, I think you stood out tonight.” He continues.

“Couldn’t keep your eyes off of me, eh?” You tease. “I get it. Everyone seems to have that problem when they meet me.”

“Your name must be trouble, then.” Bret grins at you. “Causing it everywhere you go. By the way, what ever happened to watching me wrestle? Think it’s a little unfair if I can only watch you.”

"Listen, I wanted to tell you sorry. I kiiinda just wanted to go back to my hotel." You explain. “Other than make that one ringside appearance, there wasn’t anything to do, you know?”

“I guess I better back out of our bet, huh?” He stuffs his hands in his pockets. “Don’t know if I can trust you to hold up on your end of the deal.”

Bret must think he looks really cool doing that. You’re almost flattered.

“Oh no!” You say, dramatically putting your hand on your chest. “Whatever will I do?!”

“Hmm. Could make it up to me.” He says. “What do you have planned tonight?”

“Nothing…but..” You cross your arms. “If you’re about to say what I think you are, I thought the whole deal was if I talked to your crazy friend?” You hadn’t seen Pillman the entire show, let alone the last show. “I haven’t even seen him yet..”

Bret shrugs. He didn’t have an answer at first. “Well, maybe the guy’s just a little shy. You might’ve missed him. I talked to him the other day and funnily enough, it just so happens he talks about you a lot. I don’t blame him, but if I were you, I’d check the match card for tomorrow.”

Hmmmm……

“You don’t blame him, huh..” Whatever that means. “And I’ll check. Now, what do you want from me?” You’re sure that Shawn must’ve been looking for you by now, especially since you fell back.

“You said you’ve got nothing planned tonight, right?” Once you nod your head as confirmation, he smiles. “We’re gonna grab something to eat.”

“Is that an order or a request?”

“Whatever you want it to be.”

You’re not sure how to take that, but if there’s one thing you like, it’s people who are forward with what they want from you.

It’s probably another thing on your imaginary list that Terry’s instilled in you overtime. Closed mouths do not get fed. He’s got a lot of good lessons..

“Okay, okay. That’s fine.” There’s something else that’s been killing you, so you just go for it. “When you mentioned Shawn making things all about him, what did you mean?”

Bret decided to put it bluntly. “If you really want to know, he’s just a smart ass. Guy thinks he’s at the top of the world these days. I’m surprised no one told you what happened last month..”

“Not at all.” What exactly happened?

“Last month, I lost the WWF Championship to him and not in the way you think. That asshole put me in the sharpshooter and the bell rung without me even tapping.“

Damn. That’s crazy. You couldn’t even imagine the atmosphere backstage after.

The only thing you can say is; “Wow.”

He chuckles, which makes you tilt your head. “You should’ve been there. I ended up ripping a chunk of his hair out.…can’t say it might not sound a bit anti-climactic in my words though.”

“And this was like a month ago?!”

“Yeah. You just missed it. Believe it or not, we were actually pretty good friends a while back.”

“Seriously?” Though you’ve only known them for a little while, they seem like they’re from such different worlds. Then again, opposites do attract.

“Seriously.” He nods. “My only advice to you right now is to be careful who you trust. You’re in the lions den. Personally, I don’t think it’s wise to stay there.”

If you leave the “lion’s den”, where else could you go? You’re fully capable of making a name for yourself, but the ladder may work a little different here.

There’s more questions you want to ask. Hundreds of them, even. But things are cut short when you see Shawn yet again sauntering down the hallway with his arms open.

“Heyyy, I knew something was wrong! Didn’t see ya’ behind us!” He chimed. “You know you’re apart of the group, what do people say these days? No one left behind? Because you’re apart of the group, you know?”

He placed a lot of emphasis on group. Something that makes you look at him in confusion and makes Bret raise his eyebrow at him.

“Man, I sure LOVE being with D-Generation X,” He continues. “You know, the group. Now if you excuse us, we’ve got somewhere to be!” Shawn slings his arm around you and tugs you down the hallway.

“Sorry.” You turn your head towards Bret with an apologetic look on your face. “See you tonight?”

Shawn’s really starting to get on your nerves with this. It almost makes it worse now that this ‘Montreal Screwjob’ put that slight sour taste in your mouth about him.

“I feel like I’ve gotta put a leash on you or something.” Shawn chuckles. “Always wandering somewhere else.” You want to find the sweetness in his words, but you literally can’t. You’re too pissed off with him dragging you away like that.

With you giving no response, not even a sarcastic one, he suddenly stops. You step away and just stare at him.

With what Bret told you, could you really find it in yourself to trust Shawn? Could you even trust D-Generation X as a whole?

Somehow, you feel like the only person you can trust is Chyna. But maybe that’s because you have an fondness for her.

"What?" He asks. "Why're you looking at me like that?"

You simply shake your head and continue down the hall. The locker room must’ve been only two doors down.

“Woah, woah!” Shawn yells, speeding up so he can catch up to you. “Hold on a second there..!”

You don’t slow down or say anything to him as you open the door and head over to your things to hastily pack them. You need to find a nice outfit and you’d much rather do it alone.

Chyna and Hunter give a look to each other before turning back to you in confusion. Shawn’s making hand gestures towards you, but they have no fucking clue what he means.

You shoot the other two a smile before grabbing your luggage. “Have a good night.”

“Yeah…uh, you too.” Hunter replies.

After his words, no one really says anything else to you. The three of them just watch you push past Shawn and walk out the door.

“Man, you must’ve royally fucked up that one.” Hunter muttered. You didn’t seem to be in a good mood at all. “The hell happened?”

Shawn waits a moment before finally gathering some words together. “Yeah, yeah. Listen, it’s for her own good. You don’t get it, she was talking to Bret. Shady business, guys! We’ve gotta follow her.”

“I don’t think you should do that.” Chyna recommends. “You should leave her alone.”

“That’s a good idea.” Shawn thinks about it for a moment. “Buuuuut that’s not gonna happen. ‘Cause what if she leaves us for the Hart Foundation?! She was talking to Bret earlier. Sounds like they’ve got plans. Plans for what exactly?!”

“Dude…” For a second, Shawn thinks that Hunter wasn’t on his side. “…Holy shit, you’re right. She might just leave us. The woman’s new, this may be a test drive!”

Chyna couldn’t believe that Hunter was feeding into this. Seems like you couldn’t have friends outside of them. The more overbearing they are, the more you’d want to leave the group, and she most definitely didn’t want that to happen. “You guys—“

She tries to be the voice of reason, but the other two just weren’t hearing it.

“Get the car ready!” Shawn yells, quickly grabbing his own stuff. “She’ll be gone before we know it, this is a mission we can’t fail!”

You wanted to look nice. Not for any particular reason, of course. You think what you’ve scrapped together is good enough, so you pose in the mirror one last time for good measure.

This isn’t a date or anything. It’s just two co-workers hanging out in their spare time after the show. Yes, that’s right. Just two co-workers. It’s for business and whatnot.

Sure enough, the car ride didn’t entail anything that interesting. The two of you just sat in silence for the most part. Both of you were just focused on the road in front of you, with little small talk.

You didn’t know what to say. Neither did he. But there was a smile on your face that just wouldn’t go away as you idly drummed on your knee the entire time.

The thought crossed your mind to offhandedly mention how you almost cracked your head open when he called to tell you that he arrived. Just for light banter. You ended up not saying anything.

Finally getting there was different. The moment you two got out of the car was the moment you two could talk about everything in the damn world. At least he was nice enough to open the door for you.

You didn’t really know why, but you figured that you should get a feel for him, see what he likes to talk about..

This is really weird.

“Are you cold?” Bret suddenly asks. “If you want to, you’re free to use my coat.”

“No, I’m good.” You say. For some reason, this is genuinely making you nervous. Even though you’re hanging out.. “Thanks anyway.”

It is a bit chilly outside. Then again, it is December.

He opens the door for you again and you're suddenly hit with warm air. It feels much better. You just hope you don't start to feel uncomfortable with the heat by being there for too long.

It's not too much of a fancy restaurant, nothing five star or anything along those lines. It's just a local one in the town, you think.

It’s definitely not a Waffle House. This one guy in your life had a tendency to take you there at 2 in the morning and call it fine dining. By no means were you complaining about the food. The food is good. It’s just the idea.

The waiter greets you two. Bret’s the one that does all the talking as your eyes seem to wander off somewhere else.

You notice that it’s pretty quiet for the most part, though you can see people chatting away at tables.

Somehow, seeing people like just hanging around like this reminds you of when you were just like any other person. Right before you got into wrestling. It’s different this way.

The feeling of not being famous, you suppose.

It reminded you of that period of your life where you didn’t know what exactly you wanted to do. You guess you were at the right place at the right time because you got scouted in a strange way.

More than likely because you were nice-looking, of course. But you’re more than just looks and you demonstrated as such in your very first match.

Before you’re able to spiral in your thoughts any further, Bret has to tap you on the shoulder to get you to follow him.

“Whoops.” You mutter. And you follow right towards the dining room. Once you’re seated in a booth, the both of you are passed menus. “Ever been here before?” You ask, doing your best to make conversation.

“Nope. I just think it’s a nice change of pace. I’m the kind of guy who’ll eat fast food. But hey, I just said screw it, let me at least try to leave a lasting impression on a new friend.” Bret says, scanning over the menu. He wishes that the lights weren’t so dim in here…

“Ah. You and me both.” You too, we’re a victim of fast food. McDonald’s fries were too good to pass up. It’s like a tradition for yourself to go after every show.

Things are a bit different now. You want to try and get a better feel of the WWF’s schedule first.

On another note, it is safe to say you’re decently impressed. You just hope the waiters here weren’t as temperamental as Waffle House waiters.

“Hola! Oh shit, I mean, bonjour.” The waiter says in a terrible French accent. “I’m your waiter, Sèan, that’s right, don’t forget the apostrophe on the E, how may I take your order, eh?”

You don’t really comment on it, instead focusing on the menu. You’re not that hungry either. Somehow, that match had zapped away your appetite. Maybe you should just order ten cocktails and get drunk or something.

Actually, no, no. That’d be really embarrassing.

You lift your head up to give the waiter a smile, but once you do, it immediately falls.

…You look over at Bret, who was simply scanning through the menu unfazed. Did he seriously not know who this was?

Did his voice not give it away? You’ve gotta be kidding. This has to be some king of joke.

How did Shawn even nab a waiter outfit anyway? And most importantly, who glued that mustache to his face?! Is no one else pointing this out??

More importantly, he picked such a stupid name. Way to disguise yourself.

Still, Bret hasn’t noticed. But if he does, then you both more than likely are going to leave. While you’re pretty upset that he followed you here, you wonder how this’ll play out.

“Um..” You rub your temple. “Wow. Okay. Hi, Sèan with an apostrophe. Can I just get a water for now?” You start to wonder how in the hell he’s going to get access to the kitchen.

“Oui!” He gives you a thumbs up and you cringe. Honestly, you never thought you’d be in a situation like this in your life.

“Same here. I can’t figure out what I want for the life of me.” Bret says.

“You could get lost.” Shawn mutters, his eye twitching.

“Huh?”

“What? I didn’t say anything, kind sir. You wanted the water?”

As Bret gives his response to him, you start to wonder why your life has to be this way. Out of all things that could've happened..why in the world would Shawn follow you?

He leaves and you take a moment to rub your face with your hands. For once in your life, you'd just like to meet someone who wasn't that obsessed with you. You have had plenty of bad experiences already.

Meanwhile, Shawn is slightly panicking. You definitely knew that something was up. He goes over to another table, holding up a notepad. “Guys, we have a dilemma. I call this: Code Alfredo.”

“That is a stupid codeword.” Chyna blatantly says behind her menu. And quite frankly, she thinks what they’re doing now is stupid too.

Hunter slightly leans down the menu that’s covering his face. “I’m totally for it, man. Don’t worry. What happened?”

“I think she knows! I’m gonna try and get access to the kitchen. These idiots don’t even know I don’t work here.” He chuckles. “Slipped right under the radar. Hell, you could get your own uniform if you wanted to, Hunter.”

“Always wanted to try my hand at cooking.” He says. “Guess I’ll get ready for my shift, heh.”

“If she sees the two of you, she’ll know something is up. And I don’t want her to think that I had anything to do with this.” Chyna says, lowering her menu. But she, just like you, wanted to see how it’ll play out.

Shawn just laughs. What makes her think she’s not going down with this ship?! “The hell do you mean?! You’re deep in it now! You definitely play a part in this.”

“Ugh.” She groans, waving her hand and bringing up her menu to cover her face once again.

“C’mon dude. We’ve gotta get you a uniform.” Shawn nudges Hunter to get up. “And you’ll never guess what I did, I asked a camera crew to come over and we’re gonna….”

And back at your table, things seemed to be the same as always. You just can’t believe Shawn’s even here.

You’ve gotta find a way to make the best of this situation, maybe even try and distract yourself from the fact he came. Easier said than done.

“So, uh.” You cough out. “I’ve heard stuff about some kind of award show called the Slammy’s. Know anything about it?”

“Yeah. Most of the Hart Foundation is going, so I’m obligated to go too. I’ll be honest, I didn’t want to go.” He admits with a smile. “Thought it was dumb. Especially since I’ve already won last year. Three times.”

“Three?” You’re surprised. He must be good, damn. “What did you win it for??”

He counts them out for you with his fingers. “Best Submission. Best Music Video. Believe I was Hall of Fame bound as well.”

“That’s a lot stuff. Pretty cool.” You smile. And it was. You originally thought that you couldn’t imagine being picked for something like that, but apparently, you did! “I got nominated, too. Least I think I did. I think it was Miss Slammy?”

“Then I know who my votes going to.” He immediately says. “No question.”

You scoff. “Oh, you…”

“By the way, it’s pretty common for you to bring someone to the Slammy’s with you. Did anyone ask you yet?”

“No. Not at all.” To you, you figured that was a given since you were new and all. No one really knows you like that.

“Guess this is my opportunity then. Are you interested in going with me?”

Suddenly, yet another waiter comes by and you groan.

This time, you can identify him as definitely Hunter. He has a stupid chef hat on, and his glued on mustache may have been falling off, but he can’t hide those blonde locks of his.

“Compliments of the chef.” He sets your drink down and you look at it. Gotta be some variation of soda. This isn’t water.

“Hey, uh. I wanted a water…” You say.

“My bad.” He swipes it back up, then turns to Bret. “What did you want, dude?” Of course, his customer service was really bad. But you can’t talk…

“I just wanted a water too.”

You’re not understanding how Bret hasn’t caught on yet. Maybe he’s not paying attention too well enough. You kept seeing Hunter’s eyes darting behind Bret, which struck you as strange.

“Hey. Did you know Shawn Michaels won the Slammy’s five times last year?” Hunter suddenly says.

“What—?” As Bret is talking, a circular tray is smashed on top of his head and he crashes down to the floor. You immediately jump out of your seat.

You’ve gotta be fucking kidding.

Shawn dramatically rips off his apron and ushers the cameraman to come closer so that they could get a good shot of this beatdown. "You think you're better than us?! Tell your little foundation to stay away from our new recruit!" He kicks him.

"Stop that!" You yell. The attention was on all of you as Shawn continues to kick Bret. In attempt to stop his assault, you jump on his back. The people surrounding you are just enjoying the show at this point.

Because you're currently trying to choke Shawn out, Hunter takes over and starts laying blows onto Bret. Chyna has to come out of nowhere in order to try and separate you from Shawn.

Once she lifts you off of him, you look behind you. "Oh my god! You too, Chyna?!"

Well, now you know for sure this restaurant wont be allowing you guys to come back.

Ever.

i'd like to give an explanation as to why she stopped having “a thing” for shawn so quickly.…..the answer is clearrrr, it’s absolutely raven’s fault…she will never see being the slightest bit clingy as a good thing again LOL.

ngl this chapter was a struggle thanks to motivation and tumblr breaking every 5 seconds. i wasn't very happy but i think it just needed a new set of eyes (aka you who's reading lmao) i thank you for reading, big things are coming!

[visionarystoryteller]

When The News Breaks//Love For Noella Levesque

*part of the ‘Love For Noella Levesque OC World*

For the first 4 weeks, Noella was able to keep her job with AEW quiet. She checked in with her father at least once a week but kept quiet. Paul had started to become suspicious of her lack of night outs, and social media presence. She was quiet.

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Noella was sitting on the apron, Max standing in between her legs. She was playing with his scarf, fixing it around his neck.

“So how’s Piper?” Noella asks.

“Fat.” Max laughs. Noella giggles, loving maxs laugh.

“Oh stop Maxwell, shes well loved” she giggles. Max shakes his head.

“Then let me help well love you” Max smirks, his hands grabbing onto Noellas hips and squeezing. Noella swats at his hands giggling and turning red.

“Get out of here Max” she try’s to brush him off. You’d never know someone as confident as her at things would be as insecure as she was, but damn was she ever. Max watched her. Some compliments she took and seemed okay with but whenever Max said something like this, she tried to shut down. Any other time Max would become annoyed and walk away but with Noella he had become so paralyzed. Max worried instead of becoming annoyed. She had clearly never been treated properly, and that’s what annoyed Max more than anything. Max took a more relaxed route instead of pushing Noella.

“I’m kinda thinking smoothies and the best place I know is a few blocks from here, wanna come with me?” Max asks as he backs up some, his hands in his pockets. Noella took a breath, not knowing how Maxs comments always seemed to make her nervous. She was thankful he seemed to be able to read her and never push her.

“Sure that actually sounds good” she smiled shyly at him. Max internally sighs. Noella had him gripped in her vice. Max smiles and helped her down from the apron and pulled her in by her shoulders and walked with her close to him.

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Paul sat in his office when his door swung open and his father in law walked in with his IPad. Paul looked at Vince with question.

“Everything okay Vince?” He asks.

“Looks like we know why Noella went to Florida” Vince says handing Paul his tablet. There on TMZ was his daughter with a pro wrestler, Maxwell Jacob Friedman, at a smoothie shop. Paul chewed on his cheek. He didn’t peg his daughter as the type of girl to go somewhere just for a guy. Paul hands him back the tablet and takes a slow breath.

“I knew she wasn’t ready” Vince chides and Paul ignores him.

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“So you excited to let the world know you work for your rival?” Max asks as he drives them to the arena.

“Honestly yea, just not so much the backlash I guess” Noella says playing with the her straw in her drink.

“It’ll be okay sweetheart. If your dad can’t understand then it’s best to just keep your distance. Plus that just means you’ll spend the holidays with me instead” Max says. Noella giggles with reddened cheeks.

“You’re so sure of yourself Maxwell. How do you know I won’t just spend it with Austin and Britt?” Noella asks. Max faux gasps.

“And third wheel, yea nope sorry sweetheart, that’s not happening” Max states as he pulls into the parking lot. Noella looks over at Max with raised eyebrows. Max looks over at her and laughs.

“What sweetheart, I’m just saying.”

“So id be third wheeling with you and Piper instead?” Noella asks with a quirked brow. Max laughs loudly earning a giggle from Noella.

“More like piper would be shit out of luck and she’d be third wheeling” Max says leaning over the console and burrying his face in Noellas neck. Noella giggled again, Max’s nose tickling her neck. Noella tried to push his shoulder but he wouldn’t budge.

“Maaaaaxxxx, cmon you have a meeting with creative” Noella whines to him. Max pulls his head away from her neck but still kept himself close to her.

“I hate that you know my schedule, I can’t bullshit my way to skip them when you know about them” Max whines. Noella lightly smacks Max’s shoulder.

“Oh stop you love your job” Noella chides. Max chuckles nodding his head.

“I know sweetheart” he says unlocking the car. They both get out and head into Daily’s. When inside the building Austin and Britt look like they are chickens running with their heads cut off.

“Yo Cole what are you doing?” Max yells down the hall at them. The pair turns to look down the hall at Noella and Max, a relieved look coming across their face. The pair speed down to them.

“Where were you two?” Austin asks. Britt surveys the pair and giggles.

“Clearly smoothie run Austin.” Britt laughs pointing at their cups.

“Well shit Noe, replacing me” Austin sulks.

“Mhmm” Noella smiles. Max smiles triumphantly. Just then a shrill tone of Motorheads The Game, rings out from Noellas phone. Noella let it ring as everyone felt the tense air that had developed quickly near Noella.

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Paul sat in his office as the start of Smackdown, still trying to get ahold of Noella. Each call rang and rang then went to voicemail. After another failed call, Paul made his way out of his office to go and introduce the new GM. When he came back from introducing Nick Aldis, everyone gave him a sympathetic look. He furrowed his brows as he was stopped by an interviewer.

“Hunter, Hunter!” He stopped and turned to the interviewer.

“Yes?”

“Any comment on your daughter Noella Helmsley becoming one of the new production runners with All Elite wrestling” they asked. Paul was stunned to his place. He quickly recovered.

“No comment at this time” Paul said walking down to his office. His phone tightly gripped in his hand he pulled up Noellas number and pressed call.

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25 minutes was longer than Noella thought it would take her father to call. Max was out doing a segment and then a match, so she sat quietly behind production, that was until her dad called her. Then the calls seemed to never stop.

“You can take it Noella” Tony Kahn smiles at her. She gives a sympathetic look.

“I’d rather not but I think I have too” she breathes out. Tony gives her a sympathetic smile.

“It’s okay go.” He urges her. She nods and gets up from production and makes her way out of the gorilla production area and walks the hall a little. Her phone starts to ring again and Noella takes a deep breath before answering.

“Hi dad” she answers as nonchalant as possible.

“At first I really couldn’t believe my daughter would just go down to Florida for a boy…that just doesnt sound like you…but then to be bombarded with being told my daughter is working in the rival company is beyond belief. So I’m going to ask this one time. Are you really working with AEW?” Paul gets straight to the point.

“Max happens to be an amazing wrestler, some of the best I’ve seen and yes I’ve been seeing some great talent these last few weeks as a production runner. Some that even you know and worked with. Someone saw I was ready and there was no way I was going to keep being told I wasn’t good at what I do.”

“No one said you weren’t good enough Noella Ann” Paul said with hurt.

“I don’t know your talks never really told me you thought I was, so wouldn’t know. You wouldn’t stick up for me to Vince, but I get it dad. I do. Just don’t expect me to be at any family gatherings for I know the McMahons will hate that. Max and Piper will be glad to have me” Noella almost chokes up at the end. At this point Max had been running from gorilla to look for Noella when he saw her leaning against the wall head looking down. He ran to her and quickly lifted her chin with his fingers, seeing the tears in her eyes and the phone stuck to her ear.

“Noella it’s not like that and you know it” Paul says feeling his daughter slip through his fingers.

“I do not even know my ‘sisters’ dad. I barely know you half the time…look I need to go. Bye” Noella says hanging up the phone. Noella felt numb, forgetting that Max was there until she felt his thumb on her chin.

“Hi Max” she sadly smiles up at him. Her eyes travel down Max’s body watching his chest still rapidly move.

“How was your match” she asks, this time her hand coming up to trace his middle pectoral line carefully. Max shook his head.

“Won like usual but I was worried when Tony said you went to take a call, said you looked a little scared. Was that your dad?” Max asks carefully. Noella just nodded.

“What can I do?” Max asks. Noella looks up into his eyes. The eyes that seemed to hold so much care for her. The eyes that seemed to haunt her in her dreams. She tried to take a deep breath.

“Just, I….i don’t know” she breathed out. Max nodded and pulled her into him. She was so numb that she didn’t even care if max was all sweaty from his match…she just wanted to feel something other than the utter disappointment she felt at having her dad be who he was. Max kissed the crown of her head and pulled her to walk with him to his locker room so he could get cleaned up.

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Noella ended up going back with Max to his hotel room, where she passed out on his bed. The dirt sheets and tabloids were all over Noella working for AEW and her being spotted with MJF, which wasnt as big of news as Noella betrayal to WWE and her father.

Max pulled up the blanket he always traveled with, to Noellas chin and kiss her head before going to lay on the other side. Max sat up in bed texting Austin and his mom. Austin knew Max was worried for Noella, he knew of her strained relationship with her father, he’d seen it on occasion when she was around him. His mom ended up face timing him.

“Hi hun” she smiles at him. He gives a small smile, seeing Piper laying behind her on top of the couch.

“Hi mom. Hi Piper” max says, Piper looks at him and meows. Noella rolls over and Max looks down at her and she blinks her eyes.

“Sorry didn’t mean to wake you sweetheart” Max says. She gives a tired smile.

“I heard ‘Hi Piper’ thought it was a dream, but this works too.” Noella giggles

“Maxwell who is that” his mom says as Piper meows again. Max pns his camera down at Noella.

“Noella. She ended up passed out on my bed but apparently Piper is what wakes her” he laughs. His mom smiles watching how Max looks down at her with adoration.

“Hi Mrs Friedman, Hi Piper” she shyly waves.

“You two behaving?” She chuckles out. Max and Noella both turn dark shades of red.

“Mom fuck off, not like that” max says. Noella moves closer to Max and leans her head on his chest to look at the video call.

“Mhmm, okay Maxwell” his mother chuckles. Noella giggles and watches as Piper walks in front of the camera and meows loudly.

“I’ll be home in a few days Pipe” Max says.

“Get some sleep you two” his mom says before hanging up. Max chuckles.

“Your mom totally thinks we’re banging” Noella yawns out. Max puts his phone on the side table before his hands delve into Noellas hair.

“Yea well as much as I’d love to pound you into this mattress, I need you just here more.” Max says quietly. Noella brings her hand up to his curls on the side of his head and plays with them.

“The ever cocky romantic aren’t you Maxwell” Noella chuckles out.

“Only for you Noella” Max says drifting off into sleep. Noella gives his pec a kiss and falls back to sleep herself.

[dirtywrestling]

D- Generation X - Masterlist

💦 = Smut, 💖= Fluff, 🌩 = Angst, 🚫 = No Warnings

Series:

None

One Shot:

Bad Boys Club -💦

Summary: Simon is always on Vince’s good side but seeing how DX is running around causing chaos makes him want to switch sides and have some fun too. (Commission, 18+, Smut, Minors DNI)

[samijey]

ok meltdown over im going back to bed

[mrfunnyinthebank]

shawn michaels's 30+ year loyalty to the wwe is so funny. hand in unloveable hand

[rainchyna]

⌗ ˚ ͙◌˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝐇𝐇𝐇 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟗𝟎𝘀˖ ࣪ .ִֶָ

(f!reader, fluff, language, mentions of drug and alcohol use, smuttish, i've lost my touch i fear)

⏾ you didn't really care for hunter when he first joined the wwf. you didn’t exactly know who he was, you just saw him around backstage. he wasn’t exactly memorable to you, he had the basic wrestler look. 6’3, blond, muscular. not much to think about.

⏾ hunter, on the other hand, had his eyes on the prize way before signing with wwf. you had been established in the company as women’s champion at the time, the company heavily relied on you as their top female draw. you were great, the fans loved you, and your merch sold.

⏾ after he was signed, he’d just admire you from afar, you were so effortlessly cool. you've always been his wrestling crush. you were beyond talented, bombshell of a beauty, so, so sweet, and well liked by everyone. of course everyone liked you, look at you. the things he would’ve done to even be near you.

⏾ hunter began hanging out with shawn (who had essentially recruited him for the kliq) almost immediately. you and shawn were really good friends at the time, as vince had put the tag team belts on you and shawn as a joke. shawn could immediately tell that hunter had a thing for you, the way he could barely pull a proper "hello" when you're around immediately gave it away. hunter's eyes would be glued to your face, and up and down your body, he'd immediately smile and look away, slightly blushing when you'd even glance at him.

"dude, what's all that about?"

"don't. don't even, I just-.. she's.. wow."

"do you want me to introduce you-"

"yes, please."

⏾ you were somehow, magically, (backstage politically, shawn michaels sends his regards) dragged into a romance angle with hunter. he was the new signing, and the company wanted to give him a little push. so, now you two were forced to be around each other a lot. you dropped the tag belts soon there after, but kept the women's championship.

⏾ he had kept his french aristocrat gimmick from wcw, but instead of Jean Paul Levesque, he was now Hunter Hearst Helmsley. you were his ‘wife’, y/n y/l/n-helmsley, you escorted him into the ring, interfered in his matches, and cut promos with him. you spent a lot of time on and off the road with him, it's not like either of you had a choice.

⏾ you two slowly became friends, though the dynamic was a bit weird at first since he seemed to be a big fan of you. he kept up some of his 'aristocratic' behaviours, he was trying so hard to win you over. he'd hold doors open for you, always keep as seat open for you, push chairs in and out for you, carry your stuff whether it's a bag or a championship belt.

⏾ and warm up to him, you did. you thought he was really sweet, even though he'd give you 'funny eyes' when you worked out together. hunter was always complimenting you, your matches, your gear, your looks, anything. if he could find a way into your heart, he sure was going to sweet-talk his way there.

"your match was so good earlier, I watched the whole thing."

"yeah, I know. I saw you at the commentary table, burning holes into my body."

"how could I not? you're so talented, and you looked so damn gorgeous."

⏾ a friendship was beginning to blossom between you two, he was actually genuinely so lovely. it was nice for once to not be the only one sober when the rest of the kliq were either drunk or stoned off their mind. you two became the friend groups 'parents', and were often left alone when shawn, kev, scott and sean were passed out.

⏾ you could talk to him for hours about the most random things ever, whether it was wrestling, music, life, ways to get the idiots on the floor to sober up, it was just so easy to talk to him. you two had a whole lotta chemistry in real life, and it translated into the ring.

⏾ having you almost as a 'mentor' to his french gentleman character was constantly messing with his brain. it was like the really hot, popular girl tutoring the new guy in class.

⏾ you were trying to hard to teach him how to cut a babyface promo, but he just couldn't do it the way you wanted him to. he was just a natural heel. you ended up convincing vince to turn you both heel, as it would've been better for him. but, as you turned heel, vince wanted you two to turn up the sexual element of your on screen relationship.

⏾ you were now all over each other at all times, you were wearing shorter dresses, unbuttoning his white shirt before matches for him, he was constantly groping you and kissing your neck, just touchy.

⏾ you two immediately became significantly closer. the tension from your fake relationship spilling into your friendship. it was obvious, something was happening here.

⏾ you two were now hanging out without shawn, or the chaos of the kliq, just one on one. you work out together in hotel gyms, go on coffee runs because the coffee in the arena sucks, eat together in catering way before or after lunch breaks so you can be with each other in peace. sometimes, you'd just sit together just to be in each other's presence.

⏾ you and hunter were entering the mutual crush phase, and it was so beyond obvious to everyone around you.

⏾ shawn was your biggest fan, no one wanted you two to get together more than he did. he was always teasing you two, making loud kissing noises when you and hunter were doing literally anything, 'your girlfriend' to hunter's face when you were right there. shawn would even purposefully create situations where you and hunter had to be basically breathing each other's air. whether it's him taking up more space in cars so you'd be forced to sit on hunter's lap, or talking one of the boys who didn’t need much convincing into locking you two in a a tiny closet.

⏾ then degeneration-x formed, you two couldn't escape each other now.

⏾ shawn lobbied hard for you and hunter to be in the faction, and it was immediate perfection. it became a public secret that you and hunter had something going on, everyone backstage was so aware of it, and the fans began seeing it during shows. it was obvious it wasn't just the 'y/n and hunter are married' thing, even commentary would make jokes about it.

⏾ it went from casual friends, to close friends, to no one really knows what's going in with you two. now became stolen glances, hidden touches, whispered words, longing looks, painful yearning. hunter was always hugging you, his arms were always around your shoulders or you waist, hand glued to your hip, heart eyes.

⏾ you two were almost always cuddled up, hunter didn't care if people talked, he was obsessed with you. he wanted to always be near you, to be the one who made you laugh, to be the one who made you feel safe and love. he would even kiss your head and cheeks, he didn't care who saw. the relentless teasing was worth it, all the jokes and the stares. it was all worth those couple minutes of intimacy.

⏾ but he wanted more, both of you did.

⏾ it all boiled up to a moment when are four of you were on the road. shawn had stopped the car, and him and chyna went into a convenient store to buy some snacks and drinks. you and hunter were sitting in the back seat when he turned to you, and asked;

"why aren't i your boyfriend?"

"you haven't asked me-"

"can you please be my girlfriend? like please?"

"yeah, i would love that."

⏾ by the time shawn and chyna came back, you two were busy making out, not paying attention to anything but each other. shawn loudly knocked on the window, "happy for you, idiots, but not in my car." he said, chyna laughing in the background.

⏾ hunter is so obsessed with you.

⏾ hunter is also such a jealous boyfriend. it took him so long to finally have you all to himself, and he sure as hell wasn't going to let you get away from him. he fucking hated the way some wrestlers backstage looked at you, sometimes even the fans at ringside pissed him off. you were his, and his alone.

⏾ he would possessively show you off. if someone in particular was annoying him, he'd pull you as close as possible to him, sometimes on his lap if he could. he'd hold and kiss you while holding eye contact with that person. he didn't give a fuck, you were his.

⏾ he'd also refuse to let you out of his sight. if you had a match, or a promo, he's there watching, the furthest he could be was gorilla. if you had to change, he was in your locker room. he was always there, but he had limits, of course. if you wanted to be left alone, he respected your boundaries.

⏾ he was so protective of you, so, so protective. he hates seeing you upset, or bothered. he would do anything to make his girl happy. he didn't care if he had to spend his entire cheque spoiling you, hunter would go to hell back to see you smile.

"is that a diamond fucking ring?"

"anything for my baby."

⏾ loves, loves, loves when you ask him to give you head. that man is a munch, i don't care what anyone thinks. especially as he gets older, baby, that alone gets him off.

⏾ absolutely adores seeing you in his clothes, specifically in his leather jackets.

⏾ super touchy. whether it's a hand around your waist, around your shoulders, finger hooked on a belt loop on your pants. hunter always needs contact, especially when emotions are high. you're the only person who he could feel genuinely and wholly vulnerable with.

⏾ huge on cheek and forehead kisses

⏾ genuinely, has a sexual thing for you sitting his lap. has something to do with him being so much bigger than you.

⏾ massive daddy kink, even worse sir kink.

⏾ also has thing for seeing you in his merch, or anything with his name on it.

⏾ literally gets so annoyed and straight up upset when you have to do anything. he wants you to just sit back and relax, he wants to take care of you all the time. hates seeing you up on your feet doing something he could do for you. he gets borderline embarrassed.

“where are you going?”

“to get.. water..?”

“water? mhm, what else do you want?”

“uhm.. a sandwich…?”

“seat your ass the fuck down, then.”

⏾ you’re so beyond spoiled in this relationship. want a sandwich? he’ll start with making his own bread from scratch. need a change of clothes? here’s his comfiest hoodie, while he does your laundry. want to paint your nails? gel, or regular polish? you want a diamond ring? do you want that lab grown or naturally mined?

⏾ when he began growing his beard, he became absolutely in love with you trimming and cleaning it up for him. he closeness, having you on his lap, the bathroom smells like aftershave and your perfume, your clothes are slightly damp and he can’t get that silly smile of his face for you to actually work.

⏾ you’re his bestest friend :(

⏾ constantly reminds you that he loves you, mostly because he’s loves hearing you telling him you love him back.

⏾ gets the most raging boners when you tug on his hair. like, this man is borderline whimpering when your fingers barely graze his scalp.

⏾ the second you’re on your knees for him, he loses his mind. it’s like he can’t breathe anymore.

⏾ LIVES between your thighs. his eyes barely open, licking and sucking, he’s humping the bed beneath him. it’s gets him off so much. (i’m obsessed w this can u tell)

⏾ sit on his face, smother him. his nose takes care of your clit. (iykyk)

⏾ “angel” and “baby” are his favourite nicknames for you.

⏾ one of his favourite things to do was to rub the fact that you’re his in the faces of your fanboys. he lived for it, it gave him an excuse to be all over you on national television. the explicitness of dx also added to him being just inappropriate on live television.

“see this? see all of this? *actively groping you*, i get to have this gorgeous, sexy woman all to myself *more groping ofc*. and you pathetic scums can’t have her, you can just watch. *groping intensifies*”

“suck it? i mean, as long as it’s this pretty little thing”

⏾ (stupidly) flirts with you like his life depends on it

“ya come here often?”

“??? we both work here.”

⏾ 5939/10, need him. need him bad

[eringobragh420]

🖤 Pairing: Damian Priest x f!Reader 🖤 Summary: Damian’s fiancée receives a head injury during a match resulting in amnesia. (Part 1/5) 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 🛑 Warnings: Head injury, hospital setting 🖤 Notes: Spanish translations are at the end of the story. I do not speak Spanish, so if anything is incorrect, please let me know and I’ll fix it!  🖤 Taglist: In the comments. If you’d like to be added, please click here!  🖤 MASTERLIST

THE INJURY

The atmosphere in Gorilla was cool, calm, and collected, as that’s the way Triple H preferred to work. Everyone had a job, a place, and they were all in position for the upcoming match. Your match. Tyson Kidd was just getting seated at his spot in front of a monitor一as the producer of your segment with Liv Morgan, he would oversee the timing of the match and, through the headset he donned, prepare the cameramen for where you both would be and what shot would be best. Tyson gave you a thumbs up and a comforting smile, as he was quite familiar with the nerves you’d built up over the past several weeks of working with him and Liv. You were confident in your skill set, you were optimistic about your growing number of fans, and you deserved to be here.

That last sentiment had been drilled into your head by your fiancé, who stood before you now. Looking up into Damian’s sparkling eyes, you momentarily lost your edge and your fiery competitiveness, replaced by the melting of your heart and the softening of your soul. You stopped bouncing from one foot to the other when he cupped your face in his warm, rough hands and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead.

“I love you,” he said, voice so deep it was almost inaudible over the various conversations being held around you.

You clutched his wrists, and your foreheads came together. “I love you, too,” you said.

Damian quickly kissed your lips, knowing if he lingered, neither of you would be able to pull away. “Be safe,” he told you. “You got this.” Pulling away, he initiated the intricate handshake known only to the two of you—the simple act giving you butterflies every single time—which ended with your pinky fingers wrapped around the other’s, and the two of you shared an intimate, knowing smile, saying everything, but speaking nothing.

Your music hit, the crowd cheered, and your heart began to pound. After a few deep breaths and the cue from production, you made your way through the curtain, revealing yourself to the sold out audience. The roar became even louder as you skipped down the ramp, slapping hands, high-fiving fans, and even snapping a few selfies with some of your younger fans. You promised to revisit the little girl dressed nearly identical to you, having it in your mind to gift her a souvenir of some sort from your gear at the end of the night. 

After rousing the crowd for a few more minutes, Liv’s music chimed through the speakers of the arena, and you thought the roof might come off. Liv was incredibly popular, heel or not, so you’d expected her reception to be much grander than yours, but you couldn’t help but imagine yourself standing in the middle of the ring, holding that beautiful Women’s World Championship title above your head proudly. Your star was on the rise, and those words had been spoken first by Shawn Michaels when you were on NXT, then by Triple H when you’d made your first main roster appearance on Raw. Unfortunately, you would take the pin tonight, and there was no way for you not to feel a little jealous, but, you were assured, it was all part of a bigger plan.

The first half of the match was flawless. You and Liv worked well together, anticipating each other’s moves without much need for whispering what the next run would be. As per the plan, you suplexed Liv onto the canvas before scrambling for the nearest ring post where you climbed to the top rope. This is where you were supposed to perform your finisher, which Liv would kick out of, but something went wrong, and suddenly you were falling. Falling wouldn’t be a big deal if you had landed on the canvas, but you fell backward, and your loss of equilibrium beforehand sent you head and neck first onto the padded floor. Your light blinked out, and the world was black and silent.

Damian watched you fall on the television monitor in Gorilla, and he uncrossed his arms to grab at his head. The entire arena became deadly quiet, and Damian waited barely two seconds for you to get up or move or do something, and when you only laid there, he started for the entrance ramp.

“Priest, wait,” Triple H commanded, standing and removing his glasses. Nearby Jey Uso slipped an arm around Damian’s waist to keep him from exiting Gorilla. “Just give her a second.”

“She looks fuckin’ dead, are you kidding me?” Damian shouted, making a second attempt at escaping. Jey held tight, and Damian looked down at him. “If it was your girl?” he rasped, brows knitted, fighting tears.

Jey tilted his head, offended Damian would bring up such a valid point, but he rolled his eyes and let the taller man go. 

Minutes later, when your eyes sluggishly opened, your vision was blurry and your head felt like it was in a vice. So many different voices were shouting around you, but they seemed far away. Were they yelling at you? What happened? You tried to sit up, but dizziness overwhelmed you, dropping you back to a floor that wasn’t as hard as it should have been, and your eyes closed in an effort to slow the spinning. 

“Baby, can you hear me?”

“Where’s the gurney?”

Gurney? Your eyes opened again, this time both a little less blurry and a little less dizzy, but the pain in your skull continued to worsen. So many people surrounded you, none of whom you recognized. One face, however, stood out—a handsome face, you noticed, despite the excruciating hammering in your brain, with the most concerned expression tugging at his tanned features. You didn’t know him, though, never seen him before in your life, so you weren’t sure what he was so upset about. And you weren’t sure why you cared, considering you knew exactly nothing else: why you were on your back, why your head threatened to explode, why you seemed to be the center of attention. And why were you dressed in a pretty costume, and why were there thousands of people staring at you from every direction of a crowded arena? Why?

“Can you tell me your name?”

You looked up at the man questioning you, and he shone a bright light directly into your sensitive eyes, which snapped shut as you shied away from it. “What?” you whispered.

“Your name,” he repeated. “Can you tell me your name?”

“Yeah, it’s …” You trailed off, eyes sluggishly searching everywhere, looking for nothing, and finding just that. Your name. One of the easiest questions in the world, if not the easiest, but you couldn’t answer. You opened your mouth, hoping the name would simply come spilling out, but nothing happened. Your name. Of course you know your name. “It’s …” The man looked at you expectantly, just as every single other person encircling you was doing, and it suddenly occurred to you that something was wrong. Really wrong. But then your eyes found those concerned ones, and they were still worried, even more so now, but they were lovely, dark and deep, and for some reason, you found comfort in this complete stranger’s gaze. “I—I don’t know …”

“Let’s get her strapped in.”

Strapped in? Your heart raced and you couldn’t catch your breath because you had no idea what that meant or who anyone was or where you were or who you were. Maybe if you looked into those chocolate pools again, everything would go away. Maybe this was a dream. Maybe you were dying. 

“Move! She doesn’t know what the hell is going on and she’s scared to death!”

Those ochre eyes suddenly found yours, and your sigh of relief was audible. He fell to his knees beside you and took your hand in his, and just a bit more relaxation dulled the edges of your nerves. You wished it could do the same for your pain, which was quickly becoming blinding. His skin was coarse and hot, his grip strong and soothing, and your own hand reflexively returned the squeeze.

“Hey there, pretty girl,” he said, and his voice was as rich as his irises, and his smile was like staring at the sun, and the pet name had to bear some significance, but for crying out loud, you didn’t know him from Adam. “You can hear me, right?” You nodded, wincing at the pain. “Good. Now listen—” He seemed hesitant to continue, and that ramped up your heart rate. “—you fell, okay? You hit your head, and it knocked you out for a few minutes. With me?” He spoke slowly and clearly, and the appreciation you felt for his patience was immeasurable. You nodded again. He went on to explain that you would be placed in a neck brace before being buckled to a backboard, which would then be lifted onto a gurney, and the gurney loaded onto an ambulance, because you were being taken to the nearest emergency room.

As each step took place, you were a lot less terrified now than you would have been had he not told you what was going to happen. The handsome man never let go of your hand, even when he was advised to by the medics, because your grip tightened every time you thought you might lose the connection. Once on the gurney and completely strapped down, you were wheeled through a narrow corridor between the crowd and the ramp, passing a crying little girl who was dressed similarly to you, the handsome man at your side.

“Priest, where are you going?” an older, bald man asked as they headed down a hallway toward a red exit sign. Priest. Now he had a name, but you didn’t recognize it.

“Where do you think I’m goin’?” Priest asked. “I’m goin’ to the hospital with her.”

“Come on, you can’t do that,” the bald man chuckled. “They’ll take great care of her, and you still have a promo to cut tonight.”

“You okay?” Priest asked you, his tone much softer than when he’d been speaking with the bald man, who clearly was a superior of some kind. You couldn’t nod or speak with the neck brace, so you squeezed his hand. He smiled. 

“Damian.” The bald man stepped in front of him, hand to his chest. Another name? Priest Damian? Or maybe Damian Priest? Neither rang any bells.

“Boss, fire me or get the hell outta my way, because I’m not leavin’ her alone!”

You certainly didn’t want anyone to lose their job over you, but you selfishly refused to release his hand, looking up at him with tears overflowing. Dozens of people, it seemed, surrounded you and apparently knew you, but Priest—or Damian—was the only one you felt like you should know. There had to be a reason he gave you such comfort, a reason he was fighting so hard for you. The bald man relented, however, offering his permission that Priest obviously didn’t need or want, and he and the medics lifted you onto the ambulance. After the medics climbed in after you, Priest followed, helping to close the doors, and he remained seated on the bench near the doors and out of the way of the men assisting you. He kept his hands on one of your glittering boots, though, never once breaking contact as the ambulance activated its lights and sirens feature. Your head felt like it was splitting apart right down the middle and the sudden loud sirens and flashing lights did nothing to help the situation.

Once at the hospital, you had to be separated from Priest in spite of your silent protestations. You held onto the hand of the only person in the world you felt even the slightest connection to, refusing to let go, until he bent down, lips to your ear.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere,” he promised, “and I’ll get back there as soon as I possibly can.” You felt those lips press a warm kiss to the shell of your ear, your body relaxing just the tiniest bit, but it was relief just the same. “I love you, mi vida.”

Your eyes met his, unsure of how to respond. It was plain to see that you and Priest had an intimate relationship, but you didn’t feel a need to respond in kind to his declaration. You didn’t know him—how could you love him? Maybe it was even an unrequited love—maybe he had feelings for you, but you had none for him. That really didn’t seem likely, but the neurons in your brain were firing in every direction and you couldn’t control what kind of thoughts you had, or how many, and you certainly had no clue which ones were correct. If any were correct at all. Fuck, you were so confused.

You were taken to Radiology where they placed you inside the CT machine to assess what kind, if any, of head injury you had. The neck brace was eventually removed when it was determined your spine was intact from brain to base, and you were finally, finally, given medication to help with the pain. Your nerves were frayed, though, especially after all the questions the doctor asked you that you didn’t know the answer to. Like your name, or the year, or the President of the United States. The meds helped to relax you a bit, but you still found yourself looking for Priest. Every time the door opened, you hoped it was him, and every time you were let down when it was just another member of the medical team. You asked for him several times, for Priest, and at one point, an actual priest knocked on your door, ready to pray with you. The longer you were apart, the more anxious you became, and you couldn’t explain it. It was a strange sensation to miss a complete stranger. You sighed, resting your sore head against the uncomfortable pillow. 

Maybe they can’t find him because he left.

At the same time, down the hallway, Damian stood towering over your physician, sinewy, tattooed arms crossed in front of his chest, unintentionally intimidating anyone who laid eyes on him, the doctor included. All talent in the WWE signed paperwork for consent to be treated in the event of an emergency, as well as a form giving the facility permission to share your medical information with anyone you listed, provided that you were unable to do so. Damian Priest was the only name you’d written down. So after you were informed of your current condition, Damian was given the same report.

“She’s obviously severely concussed,” the doctor explained. Damian nodded, listening closely. “But there’s no brain damage, bleeding, or fractures, and when you take into account the height she fell from and the angle … she’s pretty lucky.” Your fall had already been plastered all over social media, so it hadn’t been difficult for Damian to show the doctor exactly how you’d come to be injured.

“She doesn’t know her own name, doc,” Damian snapped, stepping just a bit closer to the smaller man. “How’s that lucky?”

The doctor put up his hand, and Damian chewed his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. He sucked it into his mouth as he stepped back. “Yes, there’s amnesia. But it should resolve in a few days, maybe a few weeks.”

“Maybe a few months? A few years?” Damian was angry about the situation and taking it out on the wrong person. He should have been there to protect you, catch you when you tumbled off the turnbuckle—what the hell kind of husband would be if he couldn’t save you? And would he ever be a husband at all? What if you never regained your memories, despite the doctor’s confident assurance that it would take less than a month for you to recover? Damian put his own hands up in an effort to pause the conversation before it got out of control, and he scrubbed his hands over his face. “When can I take her home?”

“We’re gonna keep her overnight for observation, so probably tomorrow, possibly the next day.”

Maybe a week from now! Damian wanted to scream at the doctor who seemed to know precisely nothing for certain about your recovery. He bitterly thanked the small man before asking to be shown to your room. Taking a deep breath, he knocked gently, and your tiny voice granted him entrance. He stepped inside immediately, forgetting to take a moment to prepare himself for how you might look. You wore a generic hospital gown now, hair and makeup a mess compared to a couple of hours ago, and Damian’s heart sank like the Titanic, his stomach sloshing as if it were a half empty bottle of liquor held by a drunken sailor. He started toward you, fully prepared to gather you in his arms, tell you everything was going to be okay, that he would never stop loving you, and if you ended up like Drew Barrymore’s character in 50 First Dates, he’d love you and take care of you just the same as Adam Sandler did in one of your favorite movies.

“Hey,” he finally greeted you, closing the door behind him before pulling a nearby chair next to your bed. He slowly sat down with a sigh, smiling at you, but you could tell the gesture was forced. He looked exhausted, if you were being honest, and you wondered if that was because of you.

“Hey,” you softly replied, idly picking at your nails in your lap.

“The doctor told me … you got some memory loss.” You swallowed, nodding. “So then before, when I kissed you and told you I love you … that was probably weird.” Despite the situation, you smirked, but it was erased quickly by the anguish tugging at the beautiful man’s features. “Well—” He leaned forward, elbows on knees. “—my name is Damian Priest. You and I have been together almost four years, and we’re getting married in about five months.”

Surely that would jar loose some memories, you thought, closing your eyes and searching your brain’s files like a goddamn card catalog—dress shopping, cake-tasting, guest lists, invitations—but your investigation turned up nothing. You had no recollection of this man or any of the nearly four years you’d apparently been together, and all you could do at this point was cover your face with your hands and let loose all the tears and sobs you’d been holding inside since being strapped onto that backboard.

“Don’t do that,” Damian begged, “don’t cry.” Because he couldn’t fucking do anything about it! “Look at me.” The desperation in his voice had you taking several deep breaths, calming the hiccuping in your throat, and once you were sure the crying wouldn’t continue, you dropped your hands from your face. It took you a few moments to actually open your eyes and meet his gaze, though. Familiar, like an acquaintance from many years ago, is all you felt when you locked eyes, and you thought this was a fate worse than death. “Everything is gonna be okay. I swear to you, everything will be okay.” You wanted to believe him, but that was a tricky path to follow.

“I guess they’re keeping me here tonight,” you said, because everything was just too much and all you wanted to do was sleep. Surely when you woke up, all of your memories would be labeled and in their proper brain files and you and your fiancé would drive off into the sunset together. Damian looked at you for a moment before nodding. “Um—” you stammered. “Will you please stay with me?”

“Of course, querida,” Damian replied, instinctively reaching for your hand until he was reminded of the situation, and he locked his hands together between his knees. “I’ll be wherever you want me to be.”

When finally you fell asleep, and Damian clicked the light off, he sat back down, delicately taking your tiny hand into both of his where it disappeared between them. He leaned forward so he could kiss the back of your hand, one kiss after another, then he pressed his forehead there and closed his eyes. You would be okay, he told himself. You had to be—he’d sworn to you that you would be, and he wasn’t about to break his second promise to you.

🎀 mi vida - my life 🎀 querida - beloved/dearest

[salemshotspot]

I’m half way through writing a Steve Austin x Shawn Michaels x Triple H fic and I cannot tell if it’s the best or worst thing I’ve ever written in my life

[sayyestoheav3nn]

Nights Like This Short: Late Night Thoughts

Roman x black!oc

Warnings: language, smut

Word count: 1.1k

a/n: if you would like to added to the tag list, or if i tagged you and it didn’t work, please feel free to let me know 🤍

Three weeks.

Roman hadn’t seen Zoe for three weeks since they first spoke. After his win he had decided to take some time off, and although he found his time away peaceful, he couldn’t stop thinking about her.

This was definitely new for Roman, and truth be told it wasn’t something he was used to.

Sure he’s fucked a bitch or two on the WWE roster, but never someone he has actually had any interest in. No one, and he means no one had caught his eye the way she did.

Not to mention how fucking beautiful she was. He remembered the way she stumbled whenever he stepped closer to her. Or the way his dick slightly hardened when she would look up at him with those big beautiful eyes. He loved the sound of her soft soothing voice, he could listen to her talk all day if she’d let him.

All these thoughts were running through his mind as he pulled up to the arena. As he stepped into the building and made his way through the corridors trying to find his private room, he bumped into Paul Heyman, who seemed to be waiting on him.

“Good evening my tribal chief, t-this way sir.” Roman silently followed his lead, he wasn’t exactly in the mood for talking. As he made it inside his spacious room, he signaled Paul to leave.

Roman appreciated the time to himself, he loves his wiseman, but he tends to irritate the fuck out of him when he talks his ears off.

As he went to change clothes, his steps were halted when he heard her voice in the hallway. He slowly turned around to open the door, when he stepped out the first thing he saw was her beautiful face. She started to walk towards him, he could tell she seemed hesitant at first.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” she grinned.

“You missed me sweetheart?” He smirked.

She paused for a moment, her cheeks were starting to redden. “Nah, I was just worried your wiseman was gonna have a stroke, he’s been a mess without you,” she smiled.

He laughed, “He’s a grown ass man, he’ll be alright.”

Speaking of the fucking devil. The wiseman popped out of nowhere, waddling over towards them. “T-triple H needs to speak with you m-my tribal chief.”

Roman was unamused, “I’m in the middle of something, he can wait.”

“B-but my tribal chief, it seemed v-very important.”

“It’s okay, go. Don’t want to be the reason the boss gets upset,” she offered a sympathetic smile.

Roman reluctantly nodded his head in agreement, “I’ll see you after?”

Her brows furrowed with confusion. “Don’t you usually leave right away?”

“Not if I have a reason to stay.”

She looked down with an nervous smile.

Roman walked away, as he turned the corner he immediately stopped and turned back around. He could see she was confused as to why he was jogging back towards her.

He pulled out his phone, handing it to her. “Your number, just in case I can’t find you after.”

She typed it in with no hesitation, most likely since she knew their boss was waiting.

“Thanks, see you later Zo.”

……………….

Roman got home late, he was pissed that his meetings after smackdown prevented him from seeing Zo before she left. The first thing he did when he got to his room, was take a shower and then lie down, his body was exhausted. As time passed he accepted the fact that he couldn’t fall asleep. As he was twisting and turning, his mind began to think about Zo. His thoughts became hornier as time passed. He couldn’t help but to imagine what it would be like to bend her over and fuck her till she came over and over again. His dick was getting hard just thinking about it, he imagined what her moans and screams would sound like. She’d probably be shy at first, until his dick felt too good for her to suppress her screams and moans.

As he was visualizing having her facedown on the bed while he fucked her rough and deep, he could feel his dick starting to throb. Roman pulled down his sweatpants and quickly slipped his hands in his boxers grabbing his big dick that already had a few beads of pre-cum dripping down. He spit on his hand and gently rolled his thumb over his thick mushroom head and slowly proceeded to start pulling on his shaft, his eyes were closed and his head was thrown back on the headboard.

“Fuck,” he moaned while slightly picking up the pace.

His big calloused hands worked up and down his veiny shaft, his groans were getting louder as he thought about how his dick would feel inside her soaked pussy. How she’d moan while he stretched her out, he’d probably be the biggest she’s ever had. She’d be addicted to his dick, the same way he’d be addicted to her pussy.

He imagined them switching positions with her on top of him, riding his dick allowing him to have the perfect view of her titties bouncing.

The thought of her moaning and squelching on his dick had him on the verge of coming, he started stroking faster. “Shit, just like that baby, ride this dick,” he whispered.

Roman imagined Zo whimpering and begging him to let her come again, but not yet, he wanted them to come together.

He’d guide her into a new position, missionary. A position that was once his least favorite, was now something that he wanted to do, with her. He wanted to see that beautiful face under his bulking body, unraveling for him. One hand teasing her clit, while the other gripped the headboard.

He was close, so fucking close.

Her tight pussy would grip and pull on his dick, their juices flowing together. “Go ahead baby, come for daddy,” he moaned, with his eyes were squeezed shut.

“Fuck, baby.” That was it. Roman couldn’t hold himself back any longer, he didn’t even have time to grab a rag before his cum spurt all over his stomach. He could feel it tricking down his abs.

Shit. He got up and walked to the bathroom, grabbing a rag and cleaning himself. He couldn’t remember the last time jerking off felt that good.

There was no denying that his attraction to her wasn’t going to be a phase, a small smile began to form on his face.

The tribal chief always gets what he wants, and in this moment, his number one priority was to make his fantasy a reality.

[mexxs-blog]

Despite her obvious lack of talent for the kitchen once in a whole she surprises hunter with a meal and looks at him expectantly.

"I thought we agreed im the househusband"

"Is it that bad?"

"I think you put sugar in it love"

"I wanna be your little housewife" pouts

"You're my little princess, and like a little spoiled girl, you get to watch while i cook for you"

“But i just want to take care of you.. i’m not good at it but still!” she protests, pouting at him. he smiles at her, picking her up and placing her gently on the countertop.

“let someone else take care of you for once, baby.”

[aritamargarita]

ATTITUDE || 021

heyyy here's an attitude for you..id just like to issue an apology LOL. see what had happened was i lost my inspo and was like "ah fuck it" then i came back and rewrote it then i was like "ah fuck it" again.

writer's block can be pretty demotivating (well of course it is lol!!) but i just didnt wanna do anything at all booo. :(

this is 50/50 kayfabe again...i never found a common ground. segments and shit you know?? as i said this is a bit short so stay tuned for more. Just LET ME COOK GUYS.

YOU JUST CAN’T believe Jeff found you in the locker room. The audacity he even has to show up! Well, you’re going to try and give him a piece of your mind anyway.

At Jeff’s request, Debra nodded. “Yes. I’ll step out for a bit.” She gives you one last look before she made her way out of the room, closing the door behind her.

You wait for a minute, making sure that she’s truly gone before speaking.

“…I am one second from strangling you in this very room.” You warn. Jeff’s starting to feel nervous again. Was this really a good decision? Probably not. He can tell that you’re incredibly volatile. This is way too tense. “You know, no one can hear you scream.”

Truth be told, Jeff couldn’t even remember he’s been in a situation like this. Hell, he’s not even sure if he’s had one. He chuckled nervously. “I-I’m sure.”

You’re waiting for him to say something else, but it seems like he’s gone silent for the time being. “I thought you were going to talk to me?”

“I was. I’m just not sure what to say.” Jeff admits. He feels like he’s walking on eggshells, and the moment he doesn’t answer or even ask a question in the way you wanted, he feels like you’ll attack at any moment. “And I know ya’ want some answers.”

You do. You really do.

“You just have to understand. Raven’s not good enough for you and you know it.”

Somehow, it’s always the same thing. Every single time. You can’t help but to roll your eyes. You don’t think that’s a good enough excuse for him to have ruined your match.

“Jeff, you say that every time!” You sound incredibly exasperated saying those words and you couldn’t help it. “He is good enough for me, he’s better than you ever could be, too! How could I ever love someone like you?”

Jeff’s pretty much speechless. How could you say those things so easily? It rolled off of your tongue with no issue whatsoever. No stuttering, no unease. Just like that.

“You’ve hurt Lita, someone who’s supposed to be your friend. Hell, you’ve even hurt Matt, your own brother. What’s it to say you can’t hurt me, huh?“

“I wouldn’t hurt you. I wouldn’t hurt you like you hurt me. If we’re talking about hurting people, we need to talk about that stunt you pulled earlier.” He says. “If I give you answers for what I did, you give me answers for what you did.”

And just like that, you already feel stressed out. You can’t help but to put a hand on your forehead. “You’re not going to understand why.”

“Huh, then I guess you won’t understand why I beat the hell out of Raven.” The tone of his voice makes you wince a bit. He sounds annoyed, an emotion you don’t think you’ve heard from him quite yet. “You don’t have a choice but to love me, [Name].”

“I do, and trust me, I wouldn’t pick y—“

He cuts you off, his expression souring. “You’re lying to yourself.”

Then he gets closer, which starts to break down your irritation. “Be honest, you love me. You would’ve loved if we did fuck when we were alone in the medic room and I’m sure you would’ve loved if that happened in the hotel room, too.”

Nevermind. Your irritation shoots up even further. Jeff’s words were coming off aggressive. You’ve never even heard him curse like that before, let alone even say something so vulgar.

“Oh, please!” You exclaim. “You know what I’d love the most right now? If you get the fuck out! Get out! Get out right now! Right now!!”

His words brought you to the edge and you hate how quickly he did that. You will never admit how easy it is for him to get under your skin, whether it be good or bad. Stupid excuses. Then he has the audacity to try and have an attitude about things? Just forget it. No more amends.

He just doesn’t understand. As of right now, everything is his fault!

“[Name], I know you’ve got your issues. But you can’t keep lying to yourself and I can’t keep giving you chances. I’m done being nice.” He reaches out towards you, you know that he wants to touch you, but he settles for just holding your arm. “I’ll make it so that ya’ never forget me. I got suspended for you! Doesn’t that mean anything..? Something for us?”

“You need to understand that there wasn’t ever an us!” You exclaim. He deserved that suspension. Before he could respond, you start to yell that ‘he has my arm!’ and scream in hopes of someone hearing. Your prayers are answered when Debra bursts into the room shortly after.

“What in god’s name is going on in here?!” She exclaims, nearly knocking the door off of its hinges. That woman was truly strong, it almost scares you. She looks in between you two and points a finger at Jeff. “You had better let her go! No funny business or else I’m calling my husband!”

That threat was enough to make Jeff let go and make his way towards the door. He gives you one last look. “Bye, [Name]. I hope you’ll remember what I said.”

“You got here quick..” You turn over to look at Debra.

In return, she gives you a nervous look. “Ha…what? Sweetie, you must be mistaken, I wasn���t nearby at all. It took me a while to get here! I forgot something and it just so happened…I wasn’t listening at all! I respect your privacy!”

If anything, that gave her away the most..

“But um, just one itsy bitsy question for you, dear. What’s this all about the medic?”

BACKSTAGE // 10:15 PM

You feel like you’re dying. You had to take a seat for a second in the hallway.

There’s too much happening right now. You just want to retire back into your hotel room. If you were lucky, no one would bother you for the rest of the night. You could watch sappy soap operas and finally relax.

But alas, you can’t. You’re going have to meet Jericho later on. You’ll give Hunter the call when everything is set up.

Jeff’s words still have you shaken and you can’t help but to put your head into your hands. This was all too much.

“[Naaame], there you are!” A cheery voice brings your attention upwards. There stands Stacy, who has a big smile on her face.

“Here to make fun of me?” You ask, setting your hands in your lap. “Well, hurry up. I’ve only got about 2 hours to live. Make it count.”

She quickly starts to frown, putting her hands on her hips. “What? Why would I do that? That’s just being mean. And what do you mean by two hours to live??”

“Austin’s gonna kill me. He just hasn’t found me yet,” You shrug.

Because you’re sitting down, the only thing you can see is Stacy’s midriff. You decide to stand in order to be level with her. “However, if you want to give me your last parting words, I recommend you do it now..”

“I don’t want you to die, who else am I going to take shopping after next Raw?” Stacy says, coming closer to bring you into a tight hug. “I know you’ve been tired and down lately, so I wanted to surprise you by taking you on a trip after the show.”

It’s not a surprise if she’s saying it though…

You still appreciate it anyway. You crack a smile towards her and she returns it, hoping that you’ll accept and be somewhat positive about it.

“Yeah...yeah, sure. I’ll go.” You give in easy since you know how much of a beggar Stacy can be. “Is Torrie going?”

“Nope! Just us, some R&R.” She reassures, letting you go. “I like spending time with you, so I’ll try and make it comfortable as possible!”

Stacy’s being oddly nice. It almost makes you feel uncomfortable. She’s ranting and raving about something else when suddenly, the sound of a familiar voice had rang through both of your ears.

It’s none other than Lita, who shoves her hands into her pocket. She’s since changed out of her referee gear and the sign of exhaustion is written all over her face.

“Lita!” Stacy chimes. “Hey! How are you? I’ve heard about Matt..are you—“

Lita narrows her eyes at Stacy. “Whatever. If you don’t mind, I’d like to talk to [Name].” Of course, she didn’t add a please. Stacy’s oblivious enough to nod and give her a smile.

What is with people wanting to talk to you alone?! Nothing ever goes well when that happens.

“Oh, okay! I’ll see you soon, okay?” She rests her hands on both of your shoulders briefly before giving one last smile to Lita and walks away.

Lita returns an disingenuous smile, but it immediately falls into a sneer after she leaves. “…I can’t stand her.”

“I know. You told me.” You’re still on edge, especially because of what happened earlier. “So, uh, what happened with the match? Who won?”

“Jeff. Matt put his foot on the ropes but I didn’t see it. He’s really mad at me. Jeff wouldn’t even talk to me either. He was busy storming off somewhere, just like his brother.” She crosses her arms. “Jeff got suspended for what he did during your match, by the way.”

You already knew about that, so you don’t say anything.

“..Uh, listen. I never said those things about you.” Lita says. “Debra must have lied, I wouldn’t ever call you gross. I think you’re really cool. You’re better than Stacy is. As a matter of fact, you’re better than her and Torrie combined. You know this!”

Was she trying to butter you up or was she genuine? You’re not sure if you believe her. There’s been a lot of lying lately.

…You almost feel bad. Almost. Lita’s looking somewhere else, but turns her attention back to you. “I wanted to clear that up first, but it’s not why I wanted to talk. There’s something else on my mind.”

She starts to step a bit closer and you hold your fists up. You think she’s about to attack you, but she can only let out a sigh, muttering something under her breath.

You look at her in confusion before she repeats it one more time. “I want you to kiss me again.”

It was really sudden, yet you can’t find a reason to refuse her request. “Are you serious?” You ask.

“Yeah.”

Well, if she insists. Once you bring her in for chaste kiss, you can taste the mint on her lips. Lita doesn’t quite let you go either, pulling you closer so she could deepen it.

You then realize that you’re not only at work, but literally standing in the middle of the hallway. You hate to do it, but you have to push Lita away. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine. I..uh..wanted to see something anyway.” She runs a hand through her hair, and the atmosphere had quickly gotten tense. “I may have figured something out. I guess I can see why people like you so much.”

“Why’s that?”

“You’re not too bad of a kisser.” She admits.

Who would’ve thought. You instinctively your fingers onto your lips. Huh. “Thanks?” You feel kind of embarrassed now.

Lita only gives you a nod. “You’re welcome, I guess. I think I’m gonna go back to my room now.” That’s probably the best decision right now. She’s been through a lot tonight and so have you. “Want to come with me?”

“No thanks. I’ve got something to do.” As cool as it sounds to head back with her, you still need to meet up with Jericho, which is already making you a bit sick. You hate him.

“Alright then.” Lita strangely feels like she’s been harshly rejected, but manages to give you an actual smile anyway. “See ya’ later?”

“Bye bye.” You wave. It doesn’t take you long to slump back into your chair once the redhead takes her leave. Goddamn it, you can’t believe the night’s not even over yet.

…Well, at least Austin hasn’t found you.

HOTEL ROOM // 10:30 PM

Sometimes you wonder if wrestling is really worth it. Is it really worth the money? Is it really worth the fame that comes with it? Is it really worth the excitement?

Sometimes it is, sometimes it isn’t. You adjust yourself on the loveseat, trying to at least present yourself as sexy. It’s a little hard and a tad bit uncomfortable. You wonder how Stacy and Torrie do it so easily...

You’ve never really done something like this before. It’s strange, most of the sensual stuff had happened in an alleyway or the medic’s room….which probably is crazy, but it happened! Even though you and Jeff didn’t get too far in the room previously, it was still pretty weird.

This confirms it. You hate your job sometimes. Especially when you had to do stuff like this. You tie your robe into a knot, maybe a little too harshly.

The door slams open, startling you from your spot. It’s Jericho, followed by cameras, of course.

You can’t believe you’re doing this. You force yet again another million-dollar smile onto your face as you watch him come in with not only both belts on his shoulders, but with two bottles in his hands.

The look of disdain crosses your face only but for a moment, but then goes away. Perhaps you’ll drink the pain away tonight.

“Hey, brought some alcohol. Man, this crap is really expensive!” Jericho complains, holding up the bottles. “For a champion like myself, it should be FREE!”

“Nothing’s free in this world.” You say.

“Sure, for the assclowns that aren’t Chris Jericho.” He fired back, slamming the bottles onto the table. “You’d better drink it, too.” He continues muttering on and on how much of a waste of money it was.

The crowd is definitely confused to say the least. Happy to see you in a segment, but confused. There’s no goddamn way you’d willingly do this! It’s Chris Jericho, for fucks sake. There had to be something up.

“You’re right and you know what? I’m gonna call room service and give them a peace of my mind!” This was only an excuse to try and call Hunter to let him know that Jericho made it. You shuffle out of your spot and head towards the phone.

"No need." Jericho holds up his hand. He's yet to set down his championships. "Let's just hurry up and get this over with. I'm sure this is what we've both been wanting for a while now."

You freeze up for a minute, but try to bounce back. You also ignore his last comment. “No, no, let me do this!” And you still go over and take it off the hook, doing your best to punch the right numbers in.

“Hello?”

It picks up quickly, making you let out a quick sigh of relief. “Yes, hello? You come up here immediately. How dare you disrespect the one and only undisputed champion? Send room service right now! I want compensation.”

“Wait, what? Are you—“

His confusion makes you huff. “I said, you need to send someone up here immediately!”

“Oh! Alright, on my way then. Man, don’t blow a gasket, Nitro Girl..”

You knew he was blonde but you didn’t realize he was an airhead, jesus. Once you heard a click, you hang up the call. “They should be on their way up now to make it up to us. Until then, I think you have a point. Maybe we should—“

You can’t even get the knot fully out! You look down at your robe, which you tied way too tight. You quickly glance at Jericho, then you try it again to no avail. What the fuck, you don’t even tie your shoelaces that hard!

“You’re a putz.” He says, a mocking grin on his own face. “But it’s funny, so I guess you’ve got at least one redeemable quality.”

“Okay, you know what?” Plan be damned. Hunter will get here when he gets here. “Why’d you come here, Jericho? You could’ve said no. You could’ve even called me a slut for trying to sleep with you.”

“I could’ve called you a lot of things, but let’s get one thing straight. The only slut that I know of….is Stephanie McMahon.”

…You hate to do this, but you agree with a nod. “Fair.” If it’s one thing you two had in common, it’s the shared hate of Stephanie McMahon.

“You said you liked me. I want to know what you’d do about it. So far, I’m not impressed.” He motions to your robe, which was still stuck..

“This isn’t my fault.” It really is. You must’ve tied it too tight from your anger or anxiety. Or a combination of both. “I was distracted.”

“Distracted?” He repeats. “Not by me, right? Oh, what am I talking about, of course it’s me! You were clearly all hot and bothered by a champion coming into your room!!” You watch as he sets his championships onto the loveseat and plops down, throwing his arms onto the back of it.

Okay, you changed your mind. Hunter needs to hurry up. Like right now. You swallow your pride as you speak again. “Maybe, maybe not. That is for me to know and for you to find out.”

“So you admit you’re attracted to me?”

“I didn’t say all of that..” You sigh out. This feels like it’s completely gotten off track. Everything was a bust.

To your glee, there are a few frantic knocks on the door. “Oh, that must be room service.” You say. Thank god. “Go get the door, I need to find something to cut this open.”

You conveniently step away while Jericho stands up to go open the door. The sound of things falling doesn’t make you wince at all, but you still put on a scene as soon as Hunter literally LEAPS through the door and pounces on Jericho.

He grabs him to toss him over the loveseat and rushes over to start to laying in some punches.

As he’s beating the shit out of him, you feign surprise, grabbing one of the champagne bottles off the table. Hunter notices you and shuffles him to hold him in a chokehold so you can have your way with him.

This is exactly what the crowd wanted to see. You pop the cork off the bottle and dump it all over Jericho’s face, not caring if it hit his mouth or not.

“Ha! Drink it in, maaan!” You laugh. Despite you managing to get the liquid on his leather jacket, Hunter seems to share your smile as he holds up Jericho’s head upward.

And to top it off, you hold the now empty bottle like a baseball bat and swing, hitting Jericho right in his head.

Hunter lets go, a satisfied look on his face. “I’m coming for that title. You had better sleep with one eye open, Y2J.” His voice held venom, which would’ve scared you if you two weren’t in kahoots.

Hunter walks over to the titles that were now on the ground and lifts both of them up. He glanced over to you and lowers them. There was an almost unrecognizable tension in the room between yoy two, but neither of you knew exactly where to pinpoint it.

“…Hey, nice robe. Sad we didn’t get to see what’s under.”

You can only scoff and walk away. With the screen fading to black, it’s the end of Vengeance.

HOORAY JERICHO GETS BEAT!!

by the way, it’s not only jeff. it wasn’t mentioned yet but raven is “suspended” too.. the beginning of heel jeff kinda starts here. now. dearest reader.. what do YOU want to see next from me?

and inevitably, steve austin will be ripping us a new one.