Dean is a meanie and won’t let the reader touch. Well… she did break the rules.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: masturbation, bondage, dirty talk, teasing, overstimulation, forced orgasm, some name calling (slut)
Word Count: 1270
Note: Sorry this is a day later than usual, I haven’t felt like writing much of anything lately. But I feel accomplished with this fic, so hopefully, that will inspire a writing run. Please let me know if you’d like to join any tag lists or have a request. Any feedback super appreciated. Enjoy!
Just a little more. And faster, before Dean got back. You were so close. And so far gone that you didn’t hear him come in.
“Enjoying yourself, Y/N?” He closed the door behind him while you rushed to remove your fingers and cover yourself. “You don’t have to stop on my account.” Pulling the sheet back down, he growled to see how much you were dripping. “Keep going.” He sat by your feet and nodded.
You did as he demanded. And you kept your eyes open, not that Dean’s gaze would have let you close them. The build was short. Release hovered on the edge while you waited for Dean to snatch your hand away to begin your punishment. The orgasm rushed over you. Finally, you let your eyes close.
Dean licked his lips as you recovered. “Did that feel good?”
“Mhmm.”
“Good.”
Cold metal clicked around your wrists, locking you to the headboard. Dean stood up and shed his clothing slow and deliberately. Your mouth was watering long before he was down to his boxers. Much to your dismay, once he had shed those he sat against the headboard and stroked himself. Your punishment became evident.
“No, Dean, please-“
“Ah-ah. There are rules. Who gets to pleasure you?”
“You.”
“Who else?”
“Nobody. Not even me.”
“Good girl.”
Dean shuddered as his thumb swirled around his head, spreading his leaking precum. You bit back a whimper. It was harder not to fight against the restraints. If you were good, really good, maybe he’d have mercy on you. He watched as you battled with your self-restraint.
“See something you like?”
You groaned in answer.
He chuckled and twisted his wrist. Then he rumbled in thought. “I could almost smell you coming down the hallway. Wondered what I’d find. Thought about catching you with your wand, then using it to keep you on the brink.” He gripped the base of his cock with a grunt. “Or If you’d found some other toy. But no. I found the most beautiful sight. You. In all your glory. Glowing. Making those sounds and three strokes short of cumming just on those fingers.”
Now you did struggle. The way his thighs were flexing, he was close. You wanted to taste him, catch it all. He rested a hand on your stomach to calm you.
“I’m not done, we need to practice your patience a little bit.”
He smirked and dragged his fingers up your stomach and between your breasts. “In the split second before I opened the door, I knew exactly what I was going to do to you.” Your skin raised in chill bumps as his darkening tone. “I wanted to touch every inch of you. But only after-“ his breath stuttered out. In dismay, you watched as his release spilled over his fingers and his stomach. Dean took a few seconds to catch his breath. “Only after that.”
Using his shirt, he cleaned off his stomach then offered you his fingers. You opened your mouth but Dean didn’t let you taste. He spread his cum over your lips and your chin. He dipped and took your nipple between his lips, sucking and bringing them to hard peaks. With what remained on his fingers, he spread those across your breasts, massaging them until you were panting. Your stomach flexed under the feathering of his fingertips. It was difficult, but besides a few twitches, you stilled the closer his touch dipped to your core.
“How are your shoulders?”
“They’re good, Dean. Really good. Please-“
“Patience. All in good time.”
His fingers traced back and forth across your abdomen. You bit your lip, just barely tasting him. It was enough to make you hum and to still your jerking, desperate movements. As a reward, Dean curled two fingers into your heat and slowly began stroking you.
“This was something else I planned. Finding that one place-“
You bucked as his fingers scissored you open and found the place that made you gasp.
“Yes, that one. And then I was going to keep going. Keep moving how you like until you cum. And again. And when you’re begging for a break, at least one more time on my cock. How does that sound, Y/N?”
You eagerly nodded and strained against the cuffs.
“Need more than that, sweetheart.”
“Yes, Dean. Please. Make me cum.”
“That’s the idea,” he chuckled. He switched his rhythm from curling to alternating with pumping. His thumb swirling on your clit the whole time. Underneath your skin, you felt the fire start to build even more intense than when you were on your own. It twisted and flowed through your veins, igniting your nerve endings until you thought you could feel every hot particle in the air. Your toes began to curl. Dean’s pants rang in your ears. His gaze branded your skin. Your pleasure may have been his to take, but he gave you everything and more in return.
You weakly cried out. Usually, Dean would have eased his stroking, so you could catch your breath. Usually, he would kiss your skin as you came down. He did not do that. Instead, his onslaught continued. His lips kissed at your stomach before he nipped at your skin. Then they sealed around your heat, sucking and drinking you to another end. Another short-circuiting of your system. Your eyes rolled back in your head and you arched, even under the hand that splayed across your stomach. Then, and only then did he give you a slight reprieve.
Dean shifted to kneel between your thighs. His large hands gripped at your hips, pulling you closer to him and stretching your arms further so you didn’t have room to struggle. With a smirk, he teased his head, one again bright and ready, at your clit making you whimper with the sensitivity. He groaned your name with the push into your pussy. He didn’t stop until there was nothing more to give, and only enough to steal a puff of oxygen so he could start repeatedly slamming into you.
Each thrust made you whimper. Made you sigh. Made you scream and cry out his name. All the while you couldn’t pull or wriggle away. You had wanted to cum. So now you were going to cum. His fingers bruised your hips. His cock speared at your cervix. And his mouth continued to make your blood boil with desire.
“There she is. The slut who takes everything I give her and still wants more. Is this enough for you, Y/N? Or will you need another round in a few minutes? Maybe I could let you taste then. Fill your stomach with cum like I’m about to fill your pussy. Would you like that, Y/N?”
“Yes! Dean, please. Anything you give me. Please. Just don’t stop.” Your phrases fell out in repeating jumbles. “Don’t stop. Please. Dean.”
But he did.
You arched, your body right on the precipice. Denied. But Dean left you to find the key to your cuffs. When your wrists were free he filled you again and weaved his fingers into yours. His hips rolled and thrust, moving the both of you up the bed.
“Cum, Y/N. Cum again.”
Your lungs gave everything they had.
Dean kept thrusting after you came, fighting to his next release. The spurts of cum made your exhausted body shiver. He collapsed on top of you, passing along his body heat.
“Well,” he panted, “what have you learned?”
“Don’t… don’t pleasure myself.”
“Good girl. Any clues as to why?”
“Because you’re so good at it. I just have to be patient.”
An old enemy of the Shield returns, causing havoc in their wake. TLC brings some sudden changes to titles, and to individuals.
Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence; use of tables, ladders, and chairs
Word Count: 3630
Note: Here’s TLC. Oops. I’m not going to be writing Crown Jewel (November) because it’s going to be too much for me to do, and because of the controversy surrounding the PPV. This series will not miss it. Please let me know if you have been enjoying the series at all. Any and all feedback is super appreciated!
Charley Caruso offered Finn Balor her mic after asking him about his plan for retaining this title that evening. Finn was wearing a Balor club shirt under his jacket and didn’t look like he was dressed for a fight. He gave her and the camera to the pre-show announce table a smile. “It’s the same plan since I got my title back. Defend it with my all. Hang onto it. At any cost.”
“You say at any cost… but I don’t see you preparing to call the demon.”
He chuckled. “That’s because if I wanted, I could hang onto my title on my own tonight. Kevin Owens is a talented wrestler, but we’re not sure if his actions demand the appearance of the demon. Though, he has made the argument that he could have beaten Balor during our first title run.”
The sound of heavy footsteps made them turn. Braun Strowman walked up behind Finn. “Hang onto it while you can, Finn. I’m willing to fight for it at any cost too.”
All three of them froze as what could only be described as a dark giggle seemed to surround them. Braun was affected the most. His nostrils flared, and he flattened his hands against his thighs so they wouldn’t shake. He shot Finn one more glare, though it was weakened, and went back the way he came.
***
The crowd cheered as the show began. All around the ring, up the ramp, and all over the stage, there were towering ladders, congregations of tables, and stacks of chairs. All ready to be used to help dismantle an opponent.
Kevin looked neither left or right at any of these tools. He went through the motions of his entrance, then leaned against the ropes to wait for Finn.
Finn was not the one who showed up.
Red thumps welcomed the Demon King into the arena. When he entered, he looked like Finn, except for the eyes that cried blood and the giant, gaping mouth full of sharp teeth across his torso fighting out from beneath the leather jacket. He kept bringing his eyes back to Kevin until he could stand before him.
The bell rang a second after Balor shed his jacket. Kevin had thought the man would show up, but prepared for both. It was not nearly enough. Not by himself. So, Kevin grabbed for the items around the ring he had ignored earlier. Although the chairs bent and warped over Balor’s back, that did not faze the Demon King. He chased his challenger around the ring, wielding a chair himself.
Kevin scaled a ladder, trying to get away long enough to form a plan. Balor followed him and threw him off onto a table. It splintered under the impact. Kevin screamed in pain, making Balor grin widely. Balor hauled Kevin to his feet and shoved him back into the ring. He also brought in another table. Kevin fought to find the strength to fight back before Balor could set it up.
They fought around the ring while the table stood in one corner. Kevin gained enough of an upper hand to have Balor ceremoniously stretched across the surface, ready to be broken in half with the wood.
But the King moved.
Kevin crashed through it himself and Balor scaled the ropes. He jumped and brought his feet down onto Kevin’s chest in a Coup de Gras. Then he growled at the ref for the count.
Once again, the Demon had retained.
***
Next was the ladder match for the Intercontinental Championship.
At the bell, Dolph Ziggler and Drew McIntyre both went after Seth Rollins. Elias was too shocked to assist or to interfere. Dolph was successful with a early zig-zag, and Drew rolled Seth out of the ring. Then they turned their attention onto the champion.
What the pair didn’t anticipate was how similar Elias’s evasion tactics were to theirs. He would dodge one, then run the second into the first. They were constantly fighting to keep up, and even when they did, they found out how he had stayed champion for so long. Dolph got tossed out first. Without his partner to interfere, Drew gained the upper hand on Elias and tossed him out. Drew was on his way to grab the first ladder when he was intercepted by a mostly recovered Seth.
The fight continued on the outside of the ring. Fighting pairs traded opponents, and Elias swayed his alliance between Drew and Dolph, and Seth. It did not help him, because he was lying across a fallen ladder while Seth was the first one to scale towards the title. The ladder tilted. It fell, sending Seth onto the top rope before he was pushed to the floor by Dolph.
The ladder was rightned, but when Dolph’s head crested over the top, he came face to face with Drew. They shared a silent conversation. Drew descended the ladder. With a grin, Dolph climbed the last few steps and reached.
His finger grazed the title, then fell out of reach. Drew continued to tip the ladder until Dolph was laying on the floor next to Seth. He fixed the ladder again and looked towards his prize. There was no one in sight, so he took his time to catch his breath while he climbed. Which was a mistake.
Elias rushed into the ring and met Drew at the top. They shared blows which ended when Elias jumped over the top and slammed Drew into the canvas. Then he climbed back up and reclaimed his title.
He sat on top of the ladder while the audience chanted “walk with Elias.”
***
Dean and Roman had a fairly short tag titles match against the B-Team.
For all their tricks that helped them beat Titus World Wide, Curtis Axel and Bo Dallas couldn’t beat the brotherhood that existed between their opponents. They tried to confuse them, switching tags to quick that Dean’s head turned on a swivel. They tried their combined power against Roman. Curtis was able to scale the ropes a few times when Roman’s back was turned and hit between his shoulder blades, but the last time he jumped, Roman was ready and superman-punched him out of the air.
Then the Shield brothers turned on the heat. Their quick tags. Their combined power. Their sneak attacks, and their trick shots. The B-team quickly lost their upper hand they’d had for most of the match. Or maybe it had been an illusion that they’d had anything for the match at all.
Dean knocked Bo down with a Dirty Deeds. Roman jumped over Dean taking the pin to spear Curtis and keep him from ruining the count. One. Two. Three. Dean Ambrose and Roman Reigns were Raw Tag Team Champions. They accepted their belts with roars of pride and held them aloft while the referee struggled to raise their hands in victory.
***
Raw’s main event match was the TLC match for the Raw Women’s Title. Rhonda Rousey bounced on one side of the ring while she waited for her friend, Natalya Hart, to finish making her way to the ring. She eyed the belt around her waist and gave the air a few more test punches before shooting her a smile. Yeah, this was a title match, but it was also a long-building friendly bought. Rhonda vowed to have fun. The ref took the title to show it to the audience, then motioned for the bell after passing it out of the ring.
The women met in a battle of strength first, which Natalya lost as she was tossed towards the ropes. They shared a look, then each rolled out of the ring. Natalya rolled back in first with a chair. Rhonda was a slower time coming as she struggled to force a folded table into the ring. At the sight of each other, they laughed. Natalya dropped her chair just long enough to help her friend, then dropped her onto it.
Now it was on. The first item had been used, and the lines were drawn. Natalya had grown up watching such matches; she knew what to do and when. Rhonda may have been new, but she was going to have fun; she did. Wrestling was even more interesting when tables, ladders, and chairs were involved.
Rushing towards the end, there were at least two broken tables, several used and tumbled ladders, and one chair bent irreparably out of shape. Both women were laying on the canvas, chests heaving, while the ref began a ten count. If neither woman made it to her feet, Natalya would retain. Rhonda didn’t want that to happen. She crawled to the ropes and worked her feet under her. Smiling, she looked back for her friend but saw her clinging similarly to the ropes on the other side.
They rushed one another. They twisted, trying to gain control of each other until Rhonda was able to grip Natalya’s arm. She dropped her to the mat and leaned back with her arm lock. Natalya screeched and reached for the ropes, but they were far from reach. Rhonda upped the pressure just enough to warn her what she could do but didn’t want to do.
Natalya tapped.
Rhonda let go and hugged Natalya, apologizing and thanking her. Natalya struggled to her feet and took the title from the ref, then turned and handed it to Rhonda. She raised her hand in the air. They both beamed, proud of each other and themselves for putting on a great match.
***
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Monday Night Raw – October 22, 2018
In less that twenty-four hours, Natalya had asked for her rematch. And she wanted it in style. So, at the beginning of the show, you were standing by a table set up in the ring. On either side, Natalya and Rhonda were ready to sign the contract that would set the match for Evolution. Rhonda had a death grip on the title, though she had joked with Natalya all the way to the ring.
“Before we get down to it,” you said, “is there anything you would like to say to each other, or about TLC, or about your next step?”
Natalya motioned for Rhonda to go first. She was the new champ after all.
“Anything I would like to say?” Rhonda hummed in thought. “I would like to thank Natalya, for giving me the chance and for putting up one hell of a fight.” She moved her attention to the crowd. “I wanted to thank all of you too. I know I moved up kind of fast, but I made it this far because of your support for me. Thank you.” Something in her face shifted. She hardened. Descended into a mode that was familiar to her.
“Rhonda?” you murmured.
“One more thing.” She readjusted the title on her shoulder. “I am never letting this go. Now that I got it, I understand why you guys fight so hard for title here in WWE. It’s different than elsewhere. In the UFC, you’ve got your trainers and friends and family backing you up. But the buzz of the fans. The universe. It’s different. You guys make this title mean more. And I never want to lose that feeling. And I’m not going to.”
Natalya cocked her head. Why this change?
“And Natalya? I hope you bring you’re A-game at Evolution. Because I am going to bring mine. And I will not stop, even if it means breaking your arm.”
“When did you get so angry about this?” Natalya scoffed. “Anger in a match is just… exhausting.”
“Sometimes anger helps you win.”
You kept yourself from whistling and leaned further back into the ropes. All you had to do was keep them from fighting each other. They could back-talk one another as much as they liked.
“And sometimes it’s a distraction,” Natalya continued. “You don’t have to be angry at me to have a great match.”
“I might if I want to beat you. I will stay women’s champion, even if I have to go through you.”
“Why does everything have to be one woman against the other to the death? You have come a long way since joining the WWE, and I want to see you try to keep that away from me. You will be unsuccessful, but that’s beside the point.”
Rhonda’s hard façade cracked. “Oh, that’s how you want to play it?”
She smiled back, good naturedly. “That’s how I want to play it.”
“Alright.” She took up the pen and signed on the dotted line. Leaning across the table a bit, she offered it to her friend. Natalya signed with a smile.
You let out the breath you were holding in. “Alright. Great.”
***
Baron was not having as great a night as you. Both Stephanie and Kurt Angle were with him to pronounce the finality of the decision. Stephanie tried to keep the malice out of her voice, but as a McMahon, it didn’t really make a difference. She off on a sheet and passed it to Kurt to sign too.
“And that’s that. Baron Corbin is not longer a co-manager of Monday Night Raw. Such potential, but you can’t win them all.” She took the clipboard back and passed it to Baron to sign. He hesitated. Stephanie sighed, “yes, you’re not going to be manager anymore, but if you sign, part of your ‘severance package’ is a title-shot match tonight. Your pick.”
That sealed it. Baron signed. “I want Elias.”
Stephanie nodded. “Done. Thank you, Baron. Let’s never do this again.”
He growled, turned on his heel, and left.
***
Back in the ring, Dean and Roman were strutting around with their new titles on their shoulders. Well, Roman was watching Dean strut. And by strut, it was really something closer to bouncing.
“Well people, say hello to your new Raw Tag Team Champions,” Dean growled. Roman beamed behind him. “We wanted to let you guys, and everyone in that locker room, know that we are here for anytime, any place to defend these titles. But we aren’t your old ‘shield against injustice.’”
“Not anymore,” Roman picked up. He was about to say more when the Titantron crackled to life with some odd images. They both watched, confused as black and white images flickered faster than they could understand them. As an eerie laugh echoed through the arena, they sprung towards the ropes, Dean glancing over their shoulders for an attack.
A figure walked onto the stage. He was wearing a bright white lab coat, which was blinding compared to his dirty, mangled clothes underneath. Perhaps once they had been scrubs.
“Bray?” Roman asked.
The figure laughed. “More than that now. In my absence, I was still paying attention to the goings on here. And I have to say, the diagnosis is not good. There is a sickness in the WWE.” He giggled again. “A weakness. Something that has been keeping everyone here floundering to reach their former greatness. No matter. I am here.” He spread his arms wide. “Dr. M is here.”
Dean scoffed. “We’ve beaten you time and time again, Bray. This… version of you will be no different. Hey,” he mocked, “what does the M stand for?”
Dr. M laughed openly. His gaze looked through them, to the large man now standing in the ring. Braun sent both men crashing to the canvas. He lifted Roman up first, power slamming him before Dean could move. Then he did the same to Dean. Braun left the ring and joined Dr. M on the stage, nodding as if something had just been set right.
***
Finn made his way to the ring, looking awkwardly over his shoulder referencing to what happened to Dean and Roman. He cringed one last time while grabbing a mic, then gave the universe a smile. “Well, t’at was excitin’. And so was TLC. But I’m not really out here to talk. Tonight’s been kind of chatty already. I just wanted to… issue an open challenge.” He passed the mic back to a techie and shed his jacket.
Chad Gable answered the call.
For having fought with tables and such the night before, Finn was able to keep up with the fresh man very well. Chad was also able to take advantage to how much reigning the demon back in usually cost him. Chad was able to evade most of Finn’s quick moves, grounding him and repeatedly attacking his already injured ribs. The suplexes made them bend in painful ways. Arching out of pins was even worse.
Still, Finn hadn’t called Balor the night before for nothing. He could defend his title as a man. And he was going to prove it. With a growl, he launched into a more active attack. One that surprised Chad and the audience as it picked up steam. Soon, there was nothing between Finn and Chad but air. Air that Finn jumped through for the count and the win. He helped his challenger to his feet before leaving the ring with the red and gold over his shoulder.
***
“Drew,” Dolph called, racing down the hallway. “Drew! Stop.” He finally caught up and pulled at Drew’s arm. “You’ve been avoiding me since yesterday, and I know why. But I am willing to let that rest in the past if you’ll just explain it to me. Then we can go back to-“
“What? Back to tha way things were?” Drew shook his head and shook off Dolph’s grip. “Nah. I’m makin’ my own way now.”
His former partner sneered. “This isn’t you. This is Elias and his… his mind games. And possibly his bad music. Why you’d let him in your head, man? We had something great going.”
Drew glared at him. “Did we? We didn’t win any titles, just opportunities. An’ when the end goal was in our grasp, there you were, makin’ sure we didn’t get it. I’m tired of it. And I’m sick of you. Ya stole all my chances I’ve had since getting’ back. I’m not gonna let that continue. So I dropped ya. Well,” he chuckled, “I made the ladder drop ya, at least. Same thing. Now get outta my way, an’ sty outta it. Or I’ll show you tha side of the Scottish Psychopath the WWE hasn’t seen yet. The side they don’t wanna see.” His smirk dropped into disdain.
Dolph watched him leave in disbelief.
***
Corey Graves was not pleased. “Why would Ambrose and Reigns make this a title match? Doesn’t it seem a little odd to anyone that Braun and… Dr. M show up out of nowhere and suddenly get a tag title match? Ambrose and Rollins just got the titles last night.”
“They’re not really guys to waste time,” Renee suggested. “Dean and Roman saw the threat, saw their true purpose through Dr. M’s ramblings, and asked for the match. It makes perfect sense.”
He harrumphed. “May the odds be ever in their favor.”
The lights went out while static took over the Titantron. When they came back, Braun was standing behind Dr. M like a mountain. They ignored the intros of Dean and Roman until both men were in the ring. Then there was a stand-off reminiscent of old times.
Roman and Braun took first turns. The same moves. The same expressions of power and strength. But Braun was different. More controlled. He seemed to be three moves ahead, even before Roman was planning what to do next. Dr. M beckoned him back to the corner. And Dean called for Roman.
They switched. Dean wanted to know just what had changed about the man they used to know as Bray Wyatt… or if he had changed at all. He had. Faster. More reactive to Dean’s actions until he caught the rhythm. Then Dr. M launched. He had a new and improved moveset that targeted Dean, and then Roman’s, known weaknesses. Braun would swoop in occasionally, but it was obvious who was back to controlling the strings.
Dr. M taunted Dean into the ring, feigning left and then moving right to catch Dean in a different version of Sister Abigail’s kiss. Roman was unable to rush to his brother as Braun swept his feet out from under him and tossed him into the steps.
Braun again took his position behind Dr. M kneeling by Dean. He took the titles and held them out, matching Dr. M’s pose. In a flash of darkness, they were gone. And neither Dean or Roman had moved.
Corey hummed knowingly. “See. Told you guys this match was a bad idea.”
***
There wasn’t time for a song. Not that Elias really had one prepared. He’d just retained his title, but because of the severance package, he was now having to face Baron. And he was pissed. He glared at Baron as the challenger made his entrance, smug as ever.
They barely waited for the bell. Baron had several restful weeks under his belt. Elias had just had a grueling match against three of the best in the business. There wasn’t much he could do except evade and attack when he could. Elias tried using the standards, the moves that were easy but effective, the ones that gave more than the energy they took to be enacted.
It wasn’t enough.
Baron’s Deep Six was beautiful was always. And impressive given the size of Elias. What was more impressive, was how he kept his composure as the referee handed him the Intercontinental Championship. He accepted it… and then stared at it for several seconds. Unsurprised of it’s existence in his hands. He chuckled.
Elias growled from the corner he had crawled to. This was not over.
With TLC on Sunday, everybody’s true motives are coming to light. Or at least, that’s the ruse set by others. The final pieces are cast for the most extreme game of chutes and ladders coming in six days.
Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, mind games
Word Count: 2136
Note: Again, I hadn’t realized that they moved TLC to December, but it’s too late for me to backtrack. So, TLC will be in next week’s chapter, making for three PPVs this month. All the wrestling! Tag lists and requests open. Feedback much appreciated!
Monday Night Raw – October 15, 2018 – Philadelphia, PA
In one hand you had a clipboard ready to sign, in the other, you had a coffee that had gone cold. Baron Corbin walked up and caught you at what was probably your most hectic moment all night. He looked about two seconds from growling at you. He put on a more neutral face as Stephanie McMahon strutted up behind him.
“I have complete faith in you, Y/N,” she said. “It’s the last show before TLC, and I have no doubt that everything is going to run smoothly.”
You gulped and looked at Baron. “I have high hopes too.”
She noticed you gaze and gave Baron a heavy pat on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. If you’re as good as Kurt says you are, we are both going to see a wonderful show tonight. And you don’t have to worry about Baron. He’s going to be learning by my side all night. You won’t need to make a match for him this week.”
“Thank you.” You bit back a half-baked comment about a McMahon being a high-paid babysitter for the night.
Baron stole your coffee on their way out. You chuckled as you heard him sputtering about it down the hall.
***
Finn Balor’s music was probably everybody’s favorite way to start the night.
Mojo was already in the ring, and Kevin Owens soon made his way to the commentary table. “Okay, I am ready to watch Finn retain his title. Or not, if Mojo wants to take his spot and defend it at TLC. Either works for me.”
The challenger and defender met for a quick handshake before doing their best to rip each other apart. The more they gave and took, the more the crowd got into it. And the more it made Kevin nervous.
“I’m not nervous. Stop saying that. I am perfectly happy with Finn using up all his energy tonight so I can take back the Universal Title. Or Mojo. Whichever.”
“But Finn Balor has shown time and time again what he’s willing to do to keep it. Something you’ve been on the receiving end of before.” Michael Cole flinched as Finn dropped kicked Mojo. “You don’t have any fears at all about Sunday?”
Kevin hesitated as Finn climbed to the top turnbuckle and leaped. “Nope. Not at all,” he rasped.
Finn won the pin. He stood with his boot on Mojo’s chest and pointed at Kevin. The Canadian quickly left the arena.
***
Elias sat in the center of the spotlight. He looked grimly at his guitar and hesitated to bring his fingers up to play. “Philly, I can sense there is going to be a change in the winds on Sunday.” He played a few sorrowful chords as the audience booed. “Don’t worry about it too much. I will still be Intercontinental at the end of the night. But… it’s the other three men you should be concerned for.” After a few more chords, he sang.
“One man burned down all he knew. One man has held this gold. One man there will be betrayed. And one man is the last hope of the world.”
There would have been more, but a record scratch kept him from it. Elias readied for an attack. Dolph Ziggler and Drew McIntyre calmly walked out onto the stage.
“And what do you mean by that, Elias?” Dolph asked. “I have held that god, yeah. I’ve had it several times. I going to hold it again come Sunday at TLC. At best it’s two versus two, but eventually, Seth is going to reach for his own goals, and then it will be three versus one. Those aren’t odds for you, Elias.”
Drew was not so flippant with the line about him. “What do you mean one man will be betrayed?”
Elias grinned and lowered his guitar from its attack position. “You really think that, come Sunday, that Dolph is going to let you walk over him for this title? Drew… come on. You have been blinded. Probably by that bleached shine off the top of his head. As short as he is compared to you…”
“Get to the point Elias.” Drew cut him off and kept Dolph from interrupting.
“You need to see the truth, Drew. Dolph Ziggler only ever works for himself. If his goals or his plans are threatened, he will dump the cargo to save the ship. And that’s going to include you.”
Dolph surged forward, staggering back as Drew caught his collar. “Shut up. You don’t know everything.”
The musician laughed and focused again on Drew. “When you two are standing on either side of the ladder, which of you is he going to give up? The title, or you?” He smiled and sat back on his stool. He continued to play until Drew left the arena with a growl, Dolph confused and close on his heels.
***
Backstage, Dolph rushed to catch up with Drew. “Hey, slow down. Not everybody can be as tall as you.”
“And not everybody can be as self-serving as you. Though I am thinking about trying.”
Dolph caught hold of one of the chains on Drew’s gear. “Woah, woah, woah. What’s with the attitude. Did… did Elias get under your skin?” He reeled, running his tongue over his teeth. “Come on man, it’s the last show before TLC. He’s just trying to split us up. Better his chances. It doesn’t mean-“
“So, nothing he said is true?” Drew’s scowl allowed no room for lying or tricky words.
All Dolph could do was shrug. “Okay, he got me. He’s right, I do want to win. And once I do, I want to have a classic match that’s just us.” He lightly punched Drew’s shoulder. “One that shows off what the Universe has been ignoring since we teamed up. Man, we’ve been so busy chasing Seth or Dean, we’ve lost our own drive. Our own plans.”
“Your plans.”
“And you’ve known the end game from the beginning. Once one of us wins a title, we give the other a shot at it. Elias did get that much right. And that I want to be the one that wins the Intercontinental Championship on Sunday. He got a lot right, but not for the right reasons.”
Drew huffed and tried to walk way. Dolph stepped in front of him, ignoring the murderous glint in Drew’s eyes.
“Okay, okay. I wanted to strategize a few days closer to TLC, but if this is an issue we can do it now. I was hoping you could have my back. I’m going to have yours. But let me climb the ladder. I’m great at matches like this. Then, that Monday, or the next week if Sunday proves to be super intense, which it might, you get the first shot at the title. Without the other distractions that come in a ladder match.”
Looking at the two, it was difficult to know who was believing whom. Drew seemed to believe that Dolph was sincere. And Dolph seemed to believe that Drew’s worries were completely at rest.
“Sounds like another great plan.” Drew gently pushed his partner aside and continued down the hallway.
***
The B-Team and Titus World Wide squared off for the Raw Tag Team Titles. It was a flurry of activity. Titus had a generous height advantage and Apollo’s acrobatic speed was a leveling force. But the B-Team had one thing more than any other team on the roster.
Skilled luck.
Their timing was impeccable. Speed and strength meant nothing against how much the champs watched each other’s backs. How effective their borderline slap-stick attacks were against their opponents. Not that World Wide didn’t either, but on their team, each man was trying to win the titles using his own method. Stumbling over each other’s plans cost them the match.
While Bo collected their belts from the ref, Curtis waved Charley to come into the ring. She obliged and brought mics for them. “Did you two want to say something?”
Curtis nodded and rushed to catch his breath. “We were down to fight any team who won last week-“
“But it didn’t end as it should have.” Bo finished. “The Ascension messed with the match. While it was nothing more than a distraction-“
“Reigns and Ambrose should have won. And as such, we want to face them at TLC.”
Bo slung his belt over his shoulder. “We’ll even let them pick the rules.”
Charley was left standing alone as two chairs swung in and sent the champions to the canvas. She quickly moved to one side as Dean and Roman made sure Bo and Curtis weren’t going to get back up.
Dean motioned for Charley to come back to the center. He leaned into the mic she offered. “We want chairs.”
Roman nodded. He slung an arm over Dean’s shoulder once they hit ringside. “We’ll see you at TLC,” he shouted at them.
Corey shuddered. “I think the B-Team has realized they have made a huge mistake.”
***
By the time the main event rolled around, Stephanie was smiling like you were her new favorite child. And Baron was glaring at you every chance he got. You couldn’t help but grin between them. You all watched from backstage as Natalya made her way to the announce table.
She greeted everybody and settled in. Corey noticed how she kept fidgeting. “You seem restless, Natalya. What’s up?”
“They took my title to hang it above the ring a while ago. I don’t like not having it with me.”
Renee gave her shoulder a pat. “You’ll have it back as soon as the match is over. Though I can’t promise you won’t have to wrangle it back from whoever wins tonight. Who do you think that’ll be, by the way?”
Natalya shrugged while Bayley’s music came on. “Honestly, I don’t really care. All of these women are phenomenal. And any one of them is going to put their all into our match on Sunday.” The other women entered, with Rhonda last. Natalya waved back at her. “The most pressing thing right now is to see who will survive tonight.”
Finally, all the women were in the ring. It was surrounded by upright ladders, all ready for use against a human body. When the bell rang, all the women froze. For a second, it looked like maybe nothing was going to be used from outside of the ring. But then Alexa made a quick exit. Ruby left on the other side of the ring. Natalya and Bayley stared at each other, then with a nod to each other, they sprang off opposite ropes and sailed at their opponents.
Ruby was the first to utilize the tools surrounding her. She ducked Rhonda’s inexperienced jump and held up a short ladder as a shield for her to run into. Alexa was less successful because Bayley knew more what was in store. She evaded Alexa’s shield by scaling another one set up nearby, then took her to the floor. Either way, both women were able to throw the other two back into the ring while staying on the floor themselves. For extra measure, Bayley tossed in a short ladder between them.
They took the bait and gave the other hell. Once those two had exhausted themselves, Bayley and Rhonda got back into the ring and fought against one another. Occasionally they had to deal with Ruby or Alexa as they came to, but kept the fight mostly between themselves. Surprisingly, Rhonda was the first to bring in something tall enough to reach the goal. The other women made it impossible for her to scale it to the title, scrambling over her to reach for themselves.
There were several ladder collapses, finger’s desperately grazing the title before getting yanked away, and mini alliances that were rapidly broken for the prize at hand. And other things were dragged out from under the ring to use.
Ruby had the last run. Alexa and Bayley were scrambled together through a table, and Rhonda was missing somewhere under a pile of chairs. Ruby struggled to crawl into the ring. Then found it difficult to scale the ladder due to her injuries. In her focus, she missed the motion of a newly active woman climbing the other side. Only at the top did she come face to face with Rhonda, who met her punch for punch.
Ruby fell.
Unclipping the belt, Rhonda held it high and smiled back at Natalya.
Corey broke through the electric tension. “Now that we know Rhonda can handle ladders, on Sunday I guess we’ll see if she can handle tables and chairs too. Natalya?”
Their match was set. Friend against friend. Natalya stood and slow applauded. She was ready.
The Reader comes home after a bad date, only to find Total Divas filming in the living room. She avoids the cameras but bumps into Sheamus. He listens to her and flips her evening in a 180-degree turn.
Pairing: Sheamus x Reader (Y/N), Cousin!Dean Ambrose (not part of Family Found series)
Warnings/Promises: language, talk of sex, talk of a bad date, Tinder frustrations, ANGST, FLUFF
Word Count: 1450
Note: Written in half an hour at midnight. Fever fluff at its best. Tag lists and requests open, though I have to warn you it’s taking me a while to get into writing them. Sorry. Enjoy!
Sometimes living with Dean was a good thing. You had a place to crash while you looked for your own apartment, and Renee was like a sister to you. And it usually meant that you had two pairs of ears to vent your frustrations to. Unfortunately, it also meant that sometimes you couldn’t control the visitors.
The chorus of giggles made your skin crawl as you entered the house. At the first sight of a camera, you veered away down the empty hallway. You didn’t want anyone to see you like this. Red-faced. Puffy eyes. Nor did you want to snap at somebody who didn’t deserve it. That didn’t save you from not bumping into anybody, though.
Sheamus puffed as you bounced off his chest. He caught your arms before you could fall over. “Y/N? I thought you weren’t coming back for a while-“
“Yeah, well, plans changed.” You grit your teeth. “Not that I’m not surprised, but I had hoped… never mind.” With a huff, you tried to move around him. He caught your arms again.
He spoke quietly. “Hey. What happened?”
You clenched and unclenched your fists. “I don’t want to dump this on you.”
He chuckled. “I’m all ears. Come on.” He led you to the small office down the hall, guiding you to sit on the lounge couch and sitting on the other end. “Spill.”
“Is there something about me that just screams ‘down to fuck?’” Frustrated, you clawed your hands into your hair. “He was so… he actually… this guy, I’ve been talking to him for two weeks. He was sweet. Asked me questions. Let me talk for fifty percent of the time instead of eighty-twenty. He actually listened, too. So, we finally met up. I guess we talked for two weeks because that’s how long it took to schedule it. Not halfway through dinner, he’s sliding his hand up my skirt. I should have slapped him. Screamed at him.”
Sheamus was already frowning. “What did you do?”
You fell back into the pillows. “I didn’t know what to do. I pushed his hand off. Scooted my chair further away. Thought about paying my own way, but he grabbed the checkbook before I could say anything.”
“Did he put his hands on you again?”
“No. I didn’t let him get that far.” The rage that had motored you home like a steam engine ran out of fuel. The doubt crept in to fill the void. “Am I that flirty? I actively try to not give off that vibe. I don’t want a one-night stand. I want a relationship. Then, before I was even out of the parking lot, he sent me a text saying ‘I had a great time. Do I get a second date?’ No, you moron! No, you don’t!”
While you toed off your shoes, Sheamus waited patiently for you to say more or ask him anything.
“Two weeks,” you continued. “Two weeks of ‘thinking of you’ and ‘I can’t wait for our date’ and then… I read back through everything while I was sitting in the driveway. There were so many red flags. Asking me if I was ‘romantic.’ I am romantic. Give me poetry. Give me you. Just… keep it in your pants.” You looked up at him. “Is that too much to ask?”
He shook his head. “No. He shouldn’t have led you on like that.” When your throat started to constrict around tears you didn’t want to spill, he scooted closer and wrapped an arm around your shoulder.
You dug your nails into the tops of your thighs. “I am a woman fully capable of complex thought. Of ambition and emotion. I am not just the organ between my legs!” you finished with a choked breath. “I am more.” You caught your breath. “I don’t believe anything good has ever come out of that app.” Your cheeks flushed as you realized you’d probably said too much.
“What app?”
Sheepishly, you looked up at Sheamus. “Tinder.”
He growled. “Agreed. Nothing good has come from that app. How long have you been using it?”
“A month. Maybe two.”
“I could have asked you out two months ago?” He ran his hand through his beard and leaned forward onto his knees.
“Wait, what?”
Now it was Sheamus’s turn to look sheepish. “I, uh, I’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while. Then you started smiling at your phone, and I thought I’d lost you. But I’m not going to do it like this. Not when you’ve… not after all this.”
There was a silent pause.
“But… you would date me?”
The next pause made your heart beat fast enough you feared it would fly out of your chest.
“Yeah. I mean… if you wanted to date me. It takes two, ya know.” On his knees, his fingers nervously twiddled. “Y/N? Are you okay? I didn’t mean for you-“
“I’m okay.” You laughed. “My emotions are just flipping a hundred and eighty degrees. It’s taking a second for my brain to catch up.” You took a shallow breath. Then a deeper one. “So, are you asking me out?”
His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Yes. Um, I’d ask you for your number, but-“
“You’ve already got it.”
“Yeah. So. Do I have your permission to court you?”
You giggled. “Yes, Sheamus. You may court me.” You stood to head back out into the fray, which sounded like it was wrapping up. But you hesitated at the door with a stupid wide grin on your face that threatened to fall. He took your hand and guided you into an embrace. You melted into it, feeling all your tension easing out of your body. “We’re just getting started, and you’re already doing magic to me.”
“Wait till you’ve known a bit longer. It get’s better.”
Fear twisted in your gut.
“Sheamus… I’m not… I can’t-“
“I don’t mean sex, Y/N.” He tipped your head up to look at him. “I’ve got a world of magic I can use. And It’s going to take a while. As long as you need.”
It was another several minutes before you actually made it into the living room. The hug felt too good. The camera crew was just finishing packing up, and Nia motioned for you to take the empty spot beside her. Sheamus snagged it first. He pulled you into his lap and wrapped an arm around your waist. Nia’s brow arched.
“So… how long has this been a thing?”
You blushed. Avoiding eye contact with her and everyone in the room, you muttered to Sheamus, “we aren’t being very subtle, are we?”
Nia pursed her lips in front of a grin. “Answer the question, little girl.”
You both laughed nervously. “I don’t know. Um… what time did I get here?”
Natalya tapped her fingertips together in a tiny applause. “You guys are already so cute. What did Dean say when you told him?”
“When you told me what?” Dean sauntered into the room with Renee right behind him. He fell back to lean on the wall, taking Renee with him and squeezing her against his chest.
With a tiny voice, you spilled. “That I’m dating Sheamus.”
Renee’s face lit up. “That’s wonderful! I totally approve.”
“What happens if I don’t approve?” Dean’s poker face always scared you.
You pulled Sheamus’s arm tighter around your waist. “That would be awkward. Will you kick me out after I tell you you’ll have to get over it?”
There was a pregnant pause. It broke as Dean laughed. “No. I’ll kick his teeth in if he breaks your heart. But he knows that already. He asked me three weeks ago.” Dean snorted. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen him so nervous.”
Sheamus tensed under you and avoided your gaze, only to bump into Nia’s. “Yeah, so I asked him a few weeks ago if it was okay if I asked Y/N out. Figured it was a good way to start.” He tugged you to sit more at an angle where he could see your face. “It took me a week to work up enough courage to ask, but then I saw you smiling at your phone and stuff. I thought I lost you.” He shrugged. “Didn’t know if I had stepped up I could have saved you a bit sooner.”
You leaned over and laced your arms around his shoulders. “But you saved me. When doesn’t really matter. Just that you did.”
Dean gagged. “Please keep the sap off my couch. Nia, please separate them.”
She and everybody else in the room yelled, “no!”
Who needed an episode of Total Divas when they had you and Sheamus to watch?
Sooooo…. I just found out today (but the info has been out since July [?]) that TLC has been moved to December where Clash of Champions would usually be. I didn’t know (if I was in creative I would have known, lol) so…
TLC is going to happen in my series as planned.
Please don’t be confused when October has an extra PPV and this year still has Clash of Champions in December.
Note: Sorry this took so long. I hope you like it though! Requests and tag lists open. And also just my general asks if you’d like to come and talk for a bit. Enjoy!
Average was not in your vocabulary. While a non-wrestling person might see you on the street and think nothing of you, if they saw you in the ring they would be amazed. Your unassuming form hid years of skill and a creative mind for winning matches against any opponent.
Well, almost any.
The roar always made you shiver. Baron Corbin laughed at you and your match partner, Finn Balor, as Braun Strowman made his way down the ramp. In the lone wolf’s mind, this was going to be an easy fight. Finn quickly changed that. They took up most of the ring time, having the front feud between the four of you. Braun’s argument with you was coming to Finn’s aid during their match, which was then interrupted by Baron. Wrestling was logical if you looked close enough, though in this particular instance you would have liked a more distanced view.
Finn tagged you in, crumpling and rolling under the ropes. You jumped in and came face-to-chest with Braun. For a terrifying split second, you shifted your gaze from the torso in front of you to the grinning face leering above you.
No time like the present.
With a deep breath, you jumped high and slapped him. Braun staggered in shock. You held your breath while your brain fumbled to come up with a plan. Nothing was forthcoming, and Braun was now akin to a pissed off grizzly bear. So, you ran. You ran to the ropes and bounced off, sliding as if to home base to the back of Braun’s knees. He buckled, making the match a bit more even. You held onto that upper hand for dear life. It was snatched from your grasp as he wrapped his large hand around your throat.
No, don’t be that guy. Don’t you do it. Do not get a boner- fuck.
Braun tossed you into the far corner. Finn tagged in, giving you the opportunity to get out and stand against the ring post. Hopefully, everybody was watching their favorite Irishman instead of you adjusting yourself. Even then, your mind and eyes wandered. Usually, when you focused on how Braun’s muscles moved, you were worried about him using them against you. Now that didn’t sound like a bad thing.
The match ended with Baron tagging himself in, ignoring Braun’s growl, and promptly getting himself pinned within a few moves. And you thought that was the end of… all that.
Later in the night though, you heard his gruff voice behind you. “Hey, Y/N?”
You took a deep breath and turned to face him. “Hey. What’s up?”
At first, he wouldn’t meet your eye. “My ride tonight had to cancel on me. Would you mind if I ride with you?”
“Not at all.” You tried to take his bag to load it up, but it fell to the ground and almost took you with it. Braun chuckled and stuck it in the back of your car himself. “Thanks.”
It was a few hours to the next town. You passed the time talking, getting to know each other more. He was actually kind of funny. Your sides hurt from the arena to the drive through to the hotel. Most of the jokes were cheesy or Becky-worthy puns, but they kept you awake and engaged for the drive. Mission accomplished. Your good mood vanished at the front desk.
Only one more room. Figures. And no cots either.
“At least it’s a king,” you said, jumping when Braun’s bag hit the floor with a thud. “So at least you’ll be comfortable.” You set to pushing the two chairs to either end of the coffee table. Braun snagged the collar of your shirt and pulled you back.
“What’re you doing? I’m not hitchin’ a ride and kickin’ you out of the last bed in the same night.” He let you go and went to finding stuff in his bag. “There’s plenty of room. I won’t bite.”
“Maybe I want you to,” you muttered under your breath with a grin.
“What?”
“Huh?”
Braun looked over at you while the tops of your ears burned. He watched you swallow the dryness in your mouth, mirroring the movement. “What did you say?”
You could fix this. “Nothing,” you chirped with a smile too big. “Do you mind if I grab first shower?” He didn’t, having showered at the arena. By the time you got out, he had changed and was sitting on the bed watching tv in his sweatpants and shirtless, similar attire to what you were wearing. It took several moments of staring at his chest before you could breathe or take further steps into the room. You kept your eyes on the floor as you walked to your side of the bed.
“I don’t mind if you look.” His voice sounded smaller than what should have been possible for his frame.
“What?”
“I don’t mind if you look. Do you mind if I look?” His eyes wavered over your face, then flicked quickly over the rest of you.
Keep it together, Y/N. You wrestle in shorts. It’s not like he hasn’t seen almost all of you.
“Y/N?” Braun cocked his head.
“Oh. Yeah. I… I don’t mind.” You sat on top of the sheets. “I’m not much to look at, but you’re welcome to it, I guess.”
His forehead scrunched. “What do you mean? You’re one of the best lookin’ guys on the roster. I thought… nevermind.” He grumbled something under his breath and started flipping through his phone.
Against your better judgment, your mind whirled around what he’d said. “You think I’m good looking?”
“Yeah. Abs better than Balor’s, great laugh,” his voice dropped off, “those tiny trunks.”
Are we doing this? Okay, let’s do this.
“Do… do you want to do more than just look?” You swallowed hard. Things were about to get incredibly interesting, or horribly awkward.
Braun froze. His chest heaved as he put his phone to one side. “If I did… would you want to do more than just look?”
You swallowed hard again. “Yes.” His hand reached out for yours. In his palm, your fingers barely reached to his middle knuckles. Your breath was reduced to short puffs as he pulled you closer to cup your face. His hand slid down so his thumb could graze over your throat. “I take it you noticed,” you whispered, referencing what happened in the ring.
“Yeah.” He continued to stroke up and down while his gaze remained fixated on your lips.
Moving more boldly than you felt, you grabbed onto his wrist and bicep and leaned back until he was leaning over you. He kept coming, stopping only when your noses were millimeters apart. Your lips met. Slow. Exploring. Testing to see what made the other sigh or buck their hips. Braun sank closer, tilting his head to your neck to find more places that made you writhe. Not that there was much room to; Braun had you completely pinned to the bed and you could barely move to gasp.
“This is a bad idea.” He backed off from leaning over you, making you sputter and grab at his arm.
“What? Why?”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
That made you laugh. “You throw me around the ring on the regular.” When he didn’t smile, you dropped your grin. “If there’s other issues or this is too soon, we can stop. But if you want this, don’t stop just because I’m smaller than you. I can take whatever you want to give.”
“I know, but that’s in the ring. I don’t want to do… to feel here what we could feel in the ring. Not right now. Not tonight.”
The more he talked about it, the more you had to agree. “Okay. Then slow. But I have to warn you, if you get all slow and sensual with me, that’s only going to make me harder.”
Braun chuckled and moved to as before. “And that’s supposed to… what? Keep me from doing just that?” He thumbed over your lips. “If I want to take my time with you, I’m gunna. Make you feel everything.
Then he was gone. He was removing his sweats, so you did too.
Fuck. Proportionate was a terrible description, but it was the only thing your short-circuiting brain could come up with.
He noticed you watching him and gave his length a few strokes. He left to fish around in his bag and found the bottle of lube. You laid down against the pillows as he joined you on the bed. His thumb grazed over your cheekbone, then sank to your bottom lip. “Bet these would look good around my cock.”
It was suddenly hard to breathe.
“Maybe later,” he rumbled.
You kept your attention on his face, watching as he focused on preparing his fingers to prepare you. Like he promised, it was slow. One finger to work you open. Then two. Then three. By then you were panting and near-blissed out of your mind. All the while his other hand had kneed and massaged your body, easing out the kinks from the match and helping you to relax. His forehead rested against yours.
“Braun, please-“
“Shh. Almost there.” He scissored his fingers in you for a little bit longer, then shifted to kneel between your legs. “Ready?”
“Yes. Braun, please!” Your shout rasped as he began to work into you. Stretching you and filling you. You tried to match his thrusts but found that impossible as he folded you further back. Around the edges, your vision blurred; his face stayed perfectly clear. Eyes fighting not to close, mouth gaping and gasping. Further down his body was shiny with sweat. Sweat that you had caused. The thought made your body stutter.
“Y/N,” he moaned. He reached down and gripped you, twisting his wrist in ways that made you cry out high and needy. The border-line teasing way he played with your head is what sent you over. You spilled onto your chest and he soon spilled into you.
When he had eased out, you suddenly realized how jello-like your legs felt. They wouldn’t move. And the tips of your fingertips were numb too. Relaying this to Braun made him chuckle. He stumbled to his feet and came back to clean you up.
“We might have to give that lady at the reception desk a huge tip,” he said with a grin.
You hummed in agreement. “Chocolate or flowers?”
“Depending on how repeating this in the morning goes, I’d say both.” He pulled you to lay on his chest and rubbed over your back. “If that’s okay. It might look a little weird.”
“I am so past looking like anything right now.” You yawned and slipped into sleep.
In Australia, the Shield fights for their right to branch out, and Finn makes Kevin pay for his interference earlier in the week. On Monday, Y/N worries about the attendance of Stephanie McMahon and if her new role is already at an end.
Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence
Word Count: 3585
Note: I looked over “Long Time No See” and had to laugh. There were only four plot points to hit in that chapter. This one has nine, but a bunch of detail points. And it was barely over 1000 words. I am so sorry, babes. This has gotten so exciting and complicated and I hope it is keeping you entertained. Please let me know if it is. The tag list is open, and so are my requests. Enjoy!
Super Show-Down – October 6, 2018 – Melbourne, Australia
Australia’s pay-per-view was defined by its vengeance matches. From AJ Style’s bitter match against Samoa Joe, to the Undertaker versus Triple H for the ‘last time’, the fights were for more than the usual glory. There was more at stake. Honor. Legacy. And revenge.
The Shield’s match fell into this third category.
While the aesthetics of their styles didn’t match, the rage-set faces as the Shield entered were the same. Jinder Mahal towered over his teammates, Konnor and Viktor of the Ascension. They lined up across the ring to stand a mere half-meter away from Roman, Dean, and Seth. The referee desperately kept himself between them, impatiently waiting for the bell.
Jinder stayed in the ring. Since he was due to fight Seth on Monday, Roman and Dean kept their brother out of the ring and Roman stepped up. The following bout was similar to their previous collisions, but Roman had more to achieve this time. The more he did to Jinder tonight, the less his brother had to deal within a few days. Jinder eventually escaped this and tagged in Konnor.
Then it was Dean’s turn to step up. He met the man muscle for muscle and growl for growl. He got trapped in their corner where the Ascention took turns tagging in each other and attacking Dean until he was a huddled mass in the corner. Viktor pulled him to his feet and was going to do more, but Dean shoved him to the center of the ring and took the upper hand. It was a terrible mirroring of actions as then the whole Shield took turns stomping and breaking Viktor down.
The exchanges and tag continued, bringing the match to the inevitable. Seth had to face Jinder with more than that night on the line. They gave the crowd a preview of their match a few days away, minus the no disqualification stipulation. A stipulation Seth was more than ready for, but nearly cost him the match. Jinder laughed. He was more than happy to be a punching bag in Australia if Seth was going to exhaust himself.
In the end, it didn’t come down to them. Dean tagged himself in and Jinder tagged in Konnor. The Lunatic Fringe jumped from their corner onto his opponent’s entrance into the ring and quickly brought the match to a close.
***
When Finn Balor’s music hit, Kevin Owens began to doubt himself. Maybe he should have let Mojo Rawley win, or at least do more against Finn himself. Then he could have challenged a weakened version of either instead of heading into what was sure to be a torturous affair. The title wasn’t even on the line. It was a payback match.
He wasn’t far off. Finn was determined to make Kevin pay for interfering. He wasn’t mad on behalf of Mojo’s chance; he was more pissed off of receiving an easy win due to Kevin’s meddling. With a roar, he made the first attack. Kevin could barely turn around in the ring without getting hit or sling bladed or drop kicked. And if he did catch Finn, a uranage quickly had him rolling for the ropes.
On the floor, Kevin caught his breath. Then he caught Finn’s boot before it could collide with his face. Out of muscle memory, he swept Finn’s legs out from under him and sent him crashing onto the apron, and then to the floor. He stared down in shock. Then grabbed Finn around the neck and tossed him into the ring. He couldn’t pause. Wouldn’t stop moving. If keeping Finn off his feet was his only plan, Kevin was going to do that with everything he had.
Two. Two and a half. Two and three-quarters. Kevin’s actions were wearing down the Universal champion. For a second, he considered what it would mean if he won the match.
A mistake.
Fin took the split of Kevin’s focus and won back the upper hand. A few minutes later, Kevin was pinned for the count and then glaring at him from the floor. Finn just held his title high and grinned.
***
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Monday Night Raw – October 8, 2018 – Rosemont, IL
At the beginning of the show, Dean bumped into you struggling to tape your hands. You had found a punching bag that the roster sometimes used to get pumped up. At the moment, you wanted to use it to evade the fear crouching up.
“Need some help?” he asked. Without really waiting for an answer, he took your hand and the tape and started to wrap it properly. Occasionally he glanced up at your face. You were looking to one side of his actions. “What’s on your mind?”
“So many things,” you whispered.
Dean dropped your hand and tapped your shoulder for the other one. “Spill. You can’t hit anything yet, so you might as well tell me.”
“Stephanie’s here tonight,” you let slip. He grunted, not surprised. “When she called last week, I thought she was going to fire me. Now I’m afraid she’s going to do it in person. And maybe in front of the whole WWE Universe.”
Dropping your other hand, Dean moved to stand behind the punching bag. “Keep going.”
You weakly punched the bag. “I know I said I didn’t want this job,” you paused to hit the bag again, “but now that I’m in it… I like it.” While you let your thoughts flow out, you alternated left and right punches, punctuated with the occasional kick. “Making the matches. Wondering how the titles are going to change hands. The uncertainty doesn’t frighten me as much as I thought it would. I like the ‘what if.’” You stopped and leaned against the wall. “Is that weird? To change my mind like that?”
“Nope. Come on, keep working on your combinations.”
With a sigh that barely hid a smirk, you turned back to the bag. “But now Stephanie is here and she’s going to take that away. Or at least I think she is.”
Dean nodded. “That’s how she works. Make’s you think the worst, then drops something totally different on you. I may not like her methods, but she’s not stupid. She knows who’s actually running Raw.”
Panting, you stopped. “I hope you’re right.” With a smile, you looked down at your hands. “Thanks for taping me up.”
“Anytime, Ladybug. Anytime.”
***
Kevin had taken over the ring. He was smugly looking over the crowd, mic at his side, planning his next words carefully. The crowd stopped booing him just enough to hear what he had to say.
“I almost beat Finn Balor in Australia. You can’t deny it. Finn can’t deny it. Those last counts I had over him were milliseconds away from finished. If the ref had done his job and counted at the right speed, I would probably be number one contender for the Universal right now.” The crowd restarted their disagreement. He talked over them. “But, I’m going to overlook that. Finn Balor has shown himself to be a… fair wrestler. Even if he gives way to demonic possession to ensure a win, he knows talent when he sees it.”
The stage was taken over by black and silver light. Finn walked out and cocked his head at Kevin. “You’re right, I know talent when I see it. But what I don’t see, is why you’re out here, Kevin. We’ve had our match. And I beat you.”
“Just barely. By milliseconds.”
“But I still beat you,” Finn smirked.
Kevin sputtered. “I get it. You’re still tired from our match. I’m no spring daisy either, but we are not done. Think about it, Finn. TLC is just a few weeks away. You want to give the WWE Universe what it wants. You want to impress them, make them happy. I may not agree why you even bother, but I think we could put on the match that could have happened two years ago if you had been able to stay after Summer Slam.”
Finn licked his lips, intrigued. “You think we still would have collided at TLC… in 2016?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Kevin knew he had him.
“And you think you could have beaten the Demon back then and won the Universal Champion. You’ve used this argument before, Kevin. But,” he rubbed at his chin, “I have to admit you’ve framed it in a new way. I kinda want to see it. The only problem is… I originally planned to have that rematch with Mojo tonight.”
He would have said more, but Mojo rushed out within a few seconds of his music playing. “No. No. Kevin, stay out of this. You’ve had your chance. Lost it. Now move over. It’s my game now. Finn, we had a bargain.” He moved forward and grabbed Finn by the lapels of his jacket.
Out of breath from running from the back of the arena, you rushed out onto the stage to separate them. “Wait, wait, wait.” The two men backed away; Finn frowned at your taped hand on his chest. You quickly removed it and thought quick. “How about this: tonight, Mojo you face Kevin Owens in a number one contender’s match. If you win, you face Finn for that rematch next week. If you lose, you have to wait until TLC to try for the title. And it’ll be a true TLC match with tables, ladders, and chairs. Mr. Owens, that works for you too. A title shot next week, or at TLC like you were asking. The only downside to this is either way, Finn, you would be defending your title just a few days apart.”
Finn chuckled. “I’m a fightin’ champion. It’s part of the business.”
“Okay then.” You let out the breath you’d been holding. “So, it’s settled? Let me call a ref.”
***
A commercial break later, Mojo and Kevin were duking it out. Either way, they were going to win an opportunity. At first, you were afraid that it would be short because all Mojo had to do to get what he wanted was win. And Kevin had to lose to go to TLC. But as the match progressed, you figured out that Mojo could be patient for one more week if it meant a pay-per-view match. It was something he had not had in a while.
It was a strange, calculated match. Had you had more time to think, maybe the person who won tonight should have gone to TLC. It was too late for that. As a result, Kevin had plenty of time to recover when Mojo pushed his limits already strained by Saturday. Mojo could plan how he was going to hit Kevin next and hit him hard.
Mojo ran out of patience. He wanted the title now, so he upped his attack. Kevin did try to make it out of the pins a few times, but the last one came after a Hyperdrive. He could barely breathe, much less kick out.
Finn nodded backstage while watching Mojo’s hand be raised. He’d be ready for him next week.
***
In compliance with Natalya’s championship tournament schedule, the third match for the fatal four-way spot was between Bayley and Alicia Fox. They were cordial to each other, even bumping each other’s fists before really getting into the match.
Bayley had been toughened by the last several months. She used that to quickly rush Alicia into the ropes. But she had not lost herself, so she backed off before the ref made it too far into the count.
Hesitantly, Alicia detangled herself and stepped back towards the center of the ring. She met Bayley in a lock of strength, overpowering her.
It was back and forth for most of the match. One would gain the upper hand, then would lose control. Alicia’s northern light suplexes matched flip for flip with Bayley to bellies. In the end, Bayley had worked so much damage into Alicia’s ribcage, that Alicia was unable to hold a suplex form and tipped over. The hugger swooped in and won the pin, and her chance for the Raw Women’s Title.
Backstage, Natalya watched the end of the match with Rhonda. Neither seemed worried, though Rhonda took note of how Bayley had changed even since she had arrived to WWE.
***
You walked with hesitant steps towards Stephanie McMahon as she talked with a cluster of techies. “Ms. McMahon?”
With a grin, she waved the group away and turned to you. “You don’t have to be so formal, Y/N.”
“Ms. Stephanie?”
“Less than that.”
“Stephanie.” It felt weird to call your boss by her first name. But you had a mission to get to. “I’m going to cut to it; I think we should bring up the last match for the women’s fatal four-way to tonight.”
Her eyebrows shot up, but her head tilted in consideration. “Why do you say that?”
“As it stands, we have the Universal and the Intercontinental titles being defended at TLC. In a few minutes, there’s going to be a match for the tag team titles, which will probably lead to Curtis Axel and Bo Dallas accepting the challenge at TLC. That leaves just the Raw Women’s Championship. Why not make TLC a full championship set?” You dug your fingernails into your palm as she thought about it.
She nodded but frowned. “I thought the four-way was going to be a ladder match. Is that going to change too?”
“No, I think it should still be a ladder match. If Natalya agrees to let it go for a bit, I think the title hanging above the ring will make it intense and main-event worthy. The universe won’t be robbed, and it will be kind of like practice to whoever wins.” you added. “It is TLC, after all.”
Stephanie nodded again, smiling this time. “You are absolutely right, Y/N.” She patted your shoulder. “Good work.”
When she left, you breathed a sigh of relief.
***
Dean was more than ready for his and Roman’s match. If they won tonight, they’d be the number one contenders for the Raw Tag Team Titles. He paced furiously as he waited for Titus and Apollo Creed to make up their minds who was going to fight first. Who was going to face him. He laughed with Roman as they resorted to a quick rock-paper-scissors decision. Apollo it was. And Dean was ready. He bounced over, immediately reaching up to test Apollo’s grip. Then he swung in for everything he could to get Apollo on his knees and keep him there to wear him down. While he was dragging him to tag with Roman, Apollo escaped and ran to tag in Titus.
No matter. Roman eagerly accepted the tag. He repeatedly took the leader down to the mat, noting how Dana wasn’t there to take notes. None of his business; there was a match to win.
The Shield brothers had it in the bag. Their opponents were getting sluggish in their kick-outs. And tagging each other only seemed to hype them up.
Then Viktor and Konnor came out. They didn’t get in the ring. They stayed outside and distracted the guys while Titus, the legal man, sucked in enough oxygen to pull Dean into the center of the ring behind Roman’s back and pin him. Then he rolled out as fast as he could to escape the livid Ambrose. Apollo met him on the outside, not happy how they had won. Titus promised to discuss it later. They left without looking at the Ascension. Instead, keeping their focus on Dean and Roman in the ring as they took their retribution from their former opponents from Sunday.
***
The final match for the women’s fatal four-way did not end fair either.
You weren’t sure what Natalya had thought was going to happen when she scheduled Alexa Bliss and Sasha Banks to fight. Both women were known for giving their all for opportunities. This was no exception. Several times the ref had to physically pull one woman off the other to prevent a disqualification. There was nothing either woman was willing to do to ensure her spot.
Everything came to a head when Mickie got involved. While Alexa was complaining to the ref about an imaginary injury, Mickie climbed up onto the apron. Sasha mocked her saying, “oh, are you two back together again? How sweet.”
“At least I’ve got someone.”
Sasha rushed towards her and was promptly folded over the ropes. She fell back, then fought to stumble to her feet. Knowing Alexa, she would be ready with an attack. Sasha’s focus on where Alexa had been was too low. The ref moved out of the way as Alexa jumped and took Sasha out with a twisted Bliss. Mickie joined her, and they worked together to push Sasha out of the ring. They thought it was over.
Mickie fell forward. Alexa turned just in time to see the Raw Women’s Title rushing towards her face before it made contact. She dropped and curled into a ball next to her partner.
Natalya stood over them. “The pieces have been set,” she said. She walked to the corner of the ring and climbed the ropes. With the bodies of Alexa and Mickie still on the ground behind her, she lifted her title high.
***
For being the main event, the match was short between Jinder and Seth. Just ten minutes into what was supposed to be determining who went to TLC for the Intercontinental, you thought the show was going to end on time for once.
Jinder had over pushed himself on Sunday night. He had been so focused on maiming Seth earlier, he hadn’t taken into account how much that would take out of himself. Then he remembered it was a no disqualification match. Mentally he made a note to thank Baron. He rolled out and grabbed a chair from under the ring. Practice for TLC, he thought.
Seth was not amused. While Jinder tried to reenter the ring with his newly-found weapon, he snatched it out of his hands and tossed it away. He didn’t need it to beat Jinder. He didn’t need a chair to get what he wanted. Instead, he used his quick thinking and movements around the ring. It took Jinder a lot of energy to catch up with him, and he was rarely rewarded with keeping Seth down.
At one point the chair had come back into play. Jinder had it raised and Seth nearly ran into it but ducked at the last second. With a series of blows, he made Jinder drop his weapon. In a few more he had him staggering and in prime position for a blackout. Seth didn’t mind using the chair then since Jinder had fought so hard to include it in the match.
One, two, three. Seth was going to TLC’s ladder match against Elias, Dolph Ziggler, and Drew McIntrye.
***
Stephanie called you to the office. When you arrived, Corbin was standing to one side with a smirk on his face and his arms crossed across his chest. Her words made your heart drop to your shoes.
“What I have to say, is hard.” She gave you a sympathetic look, then turned her attention to Baron. “I never thought I could have been so wrong.”
Baron shook his head. “Wait, what?”
It was Stephanie’s turn to cross her arms. “I chose you because I thought you could live up to the ideals of how my husband and I have run this place. And I thought that since you had been in the business, that would give you the advantage over Kurt’s pick.” She talked over her shoulder at you. “No offense, Y/N. And nothing personal, just manager rivalry.”
“None taken,” you managed.
He sputtered and growled, “what did I do? I did everything I could to give your wrestlers their best chances.”
“Bull.”
You both fought not to gasp in this serious turn of events.
“Last week you did nothing but stir up more trouble for your peers, Y/N and the roster alike. Then this week,” she tsked, “while I was here to make some final decisions, you did nothing while chaos almost broke out at the beginning of the show. Y/N was the one who stopped it. Y/N was the one who made the match between Mojo and Kevin, and it turned out great. Y/N was the one who thought ahead and rearranged the matches so that another title could be defended at TLC. And where were you? In the office texting me hundreds of messages about how much you had done for WWE and the show. I didn’t see a smidgen of evidence of anything you said.”
You found your voice. “So… what are your saying?”
“I’m saying that Baron will not be managing with you next week, or at TLC. And there will be serious consequences if he interferes in your work like he did last week. It’s not final,” she hastily added, silencing Baron, “I want to see what you can do totally on your own knowing that you are being observed. Which was your grievance with last time, I think.”
You fell back to stabilize yourself on a wall. “Yes, ma’am.”
Stephanie fought a grin. “Just Stephanie. I wish you the best of luck, Y/N.” She glared at Baron one more time, then left the room before you could thank her.
{If you guys could give me a little feedback: do you want more or less descriptions of matches? I’ve tried to keep it minimal for the most part due to writing time, but even then I feel like they tend to drag. Would you prefer just to know the match and the outcome, or do you like the details? I’d still include such things as interferences. Please let me know with comments/reblogs/private messages. Thank you so much!}
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