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The book was just out of your reach. Your fingertips grazed the spine of the forbidden text you wanted. Or at least you hope it was. The library was dark and the minimal light from your candle wasn’t helping. It was just supposed to be a quick snatch and go. No matter your height, your goal was always going to be above your fingertips.
“Well, isn’t that a pretty sight.”
The cool, velvety voice made you snatch your hand away from the shelf and twist to get away. You ran into a tall, tone body clothed in the green and gold of the prince. He pinned one of your wrists to the shelf now pressed into your spine.
“Please, I’m sorry,” you stammered, “I wasn’t… please let me go.”
Loki took your candle and lifted it to look at the book. He chuckled. “This text is in the forbidden section for a reason. What makes you think you could handle such literature?” He cocked his head. “Perhaps you need some assistance, little one?” His long fingers grasped the book, plucking it from the shelf. He released you and place it in your hands. With a nod, he motioned for you to follow.
The library of Asgard was vast. Due to its size, there were various alcoves of study desks and others of reading couches. The was only one next to the forbidden archives. It was a small room with only one small desk and only one low couch barely big enough for two people. Still, this is where Loki led you. He tugged you to sit beside him and helped open the book over your knees.
It was beautiful. The gold illumination swirled and danced between figure painted into the pages. The figures intertwined with each other, moving in repetitive motions that made you blush.
“Is this what you seek?” Loki’s voice suddenly pulled you back into the room. He waited patiently.
“Yes. Thank you.”
He maintained an intense eye contact with you, before flicking his gaze to the book. You found yourself whimpering as he quickly removed your hand from the page. “Don’t touch the pages.” His own hand hovered over the book and glowed green. You saw tiny gold threads retreating back into the pictures. “People have lusted to death observing this text. You are too stunning to lose to such an end. No matter how pleasurable I’m sure it would be.”
Even with his warning, you couldn’t tear your eyes away. Using a twinge of your own magic, you turned the page to a new set of illuminations more… inspiring than the first.
“Does it have to end in death?” you whispered. The small touch had ignited an ember of desire low in your stomach. “Surely two talented people such as ourselves could-“
“Are you trying to seduce me, little one?”
You couldn’t tell if it was the book or your own courage, but you moved closer and looked at him from under your eyelashes. “Perhaps. Am I succeeding?”
He smiled slow and deliberately. Taking your hand, he held it over one page, then did the same with his own. “As one. When I tell you to let go, do it.” After he knew you understood, he pressed your palms onto the pages.
Your head fell back as pleasure rushed through you. It was like sliding into a steaming bath so hot it cooled your skin. In your chest, your heart pumped faster and faster. Your thighs were pressed together under your dress, but that did nothing to relieve the pressure building. You were ready to give in when Loki called out to you.
“Let go!”
Unwillingly you took your hand off the page. Loki closed the cover and tossed it to the floor. Then he was on top of you, pinning you to the couch. His grip on your wrists burned with the same fire as the magic. Perhaps it was one and the same. You gasped as he kissed you deeply, ferociously, meeting him as best as you could. He gave a shudder of his own when you thrust your hips up into him.
With a shimmer of his green and your own magic, you were both bare before the other. The sight of him had you licking your lips. But that particular position had not been pictured. You would have to taste him later, given the chance. For now, you flushed as his gaze swept across your body. He growled and cupped his hand around your mound. Two fingers circled into your heat, making you arch off the couch. An intense fire glowed behind his irises as he wrought you to a frenzy. You clawed at his chest, creating thing red welts that had his chest heaving under your touch.
You were burning. A small drowned inner voice told you that if you didn’t come soon, you may not be able to recover. Loki’s face showed he understood the same situation.
His fingers pumped faster. You closed your eyes and gave a series of screams, each higher than the last. Then his thumb was at your clit, frizzing wildly. You gushed, cleansing your body of a wave of magic. Cumming eased the tension, but still, the ember of desire was there. And Loki had no such release.
Loki slotted himself between your legs, pushing them back roughly. Desperate. Still, he had the control to work into slowly, taking more pleasure from those first thrusts than if he had taken it all in one burst. Your walls fluttered around him, igniting the last of the magic. It rushed to the surface, threatening once again.
You moaned for him. “Please, Loki, move. I can’t wait-“
“Then don’t.”
He growled, taking for himself what he had already given to you. The couch scooted closer to the wall. Then it slammed into the wall, not nearly as loud as your cries. He was muttering under his breath with each thrust enchantments to keep the magic from overwhelming him. When his voice cracked, a hand gripped your throat. He chanted louder, loosening his grip. You gripped his wrist, keeping him on your throat, constricting your breathing so that the air could continue to shimmer.
Loki’s thrusts began to stutter. You pulled him closer, locking your ankles, clawing his back. He released your throat and sucked at your pulse point. Your toes curled and cramped, drawing him in. Finally, his body stilled. Your own body shuddered as his cum coated your walls.
Magic now spent, he fell back to lean against the wall. You remained where you were, focusing on breathing. Weakly, he raised his hand and hover it above your body, cleaning you and healing your bruises. You did the same, watching with a twinge of sadness as the welts faded away into the paleness of his skin.
You thought it was time to go.
Another moment later you were clothed. Loki followed suit but gently took your wrist. The One he had pinned ages ago to the shelf.
“Wait.”
You did.
He stood, worrying his lip before he tilted your face up. “Come. I have a similar personal text. One that I can use to pleasure you, all night without risking our lives. If you are able to walk, that is.”
“Are you?” you teased.
If the cost of a whole night with Loki was being able to walk now, you could run.
The first-ever women’s PPV, Evolution, is a hit. The amazing moral of Raw continues as everybody gets ready for Survivor Series. A warning comes from an old rival and it brings the rosters together for a unique match.
Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, angst, cousin-fluff, some underhanded flirting
Word Count: 3890
Note: I am super excited for this chapter because it’s one of the major chunks I had in mind during the early stages of series development. Pretty much everything about Survivor Series is why I wrote this series. There have been some changes in that plan because of Roman’s announcement, and I will not be using Joe Anoa’I illness as a plot point. I will be mentioning it enough to move Dean forward, but it won’t be a focus. Thank you guys for sticking with me this far. Enjoy this next chapter!
Evolution – October 28, 2018 – Uniondale, New York
The monumental night began with a title match. Natalya stood in one corner. In the other, Rhonda stood with the title swung over her shoulder.
When the bell rang, both women took one more second to observe her opponent before rushing in for the headlock. They had learned well from each other. Natalya was using some holds that were more likely to be seen in a UFC fight than a squared circle. And Rhonda was taking time to breathe. She would rush in, all speed and aggression, but when something didn’t work she was able to take a step back and clear her head.
They danced around one another, occasionally smiling. To some of the woman watching in the back, the match looked like a typical sparring match. That couldn’t last forever.
Natalya twisted Rhonda underneath her in a sharpshooter. How many times in sparring had Rhonda been able to crawl to the ropes? Or to turn opposite of Natalya’s force and make it out? It was beginning to frustrate Rhonda that she couldn’t do any of those things. She grit her teeth and was able to move a few inches closer to the bottom rope. With a few more she would be able to grab it. The bottom rope faded into the distance as Natalya dragged her back into the center of the ring and deepened the hold.
With a growl, Rhonda had to choose the stability of her body over her reign.
The women both crumpled to the canvas as the bell rang again, ending the match. They hugged one another, even as the ref struggled to bring Natalya to her feet. He eventually raised her hand in victory and was quickly replaced by Rhonda. No hard feelings; just a great match.
But Evolution had to continue.
***
Trish Stratus and Lita made their grand entrance to the loud welcome of the WWE universe. The crowd was full of women who had grown up watching their matches, and new fans young and old who were coming into the WWE at the best time. Every girl and woman sitting or standing around the arena was ready for the first of many PPVs showing off the best female talent. Lita eagerly welcomed several girls straining over the barricades with handshakes and a bright smile.
In the ring, things were a little grimmer. Alexa Bliss and Mickie James attacked early before the ref’s signal, rushing action from the legends. All four woman took turns having the upper hand, and wondering if they were going to make it out of the pin. Trish caught Alexa with a Stratusfaction, bringing their match to a close.
The night continued with the last round of the Mae Young Classic, the NXT Women’s championship between Kari Sane and Shayna Bazler, and then with the all-woman battle royal. More legends came out, and some hopeful future legends from NXT like Dakota Kai and Nikki Cross. The past met the future over and over again as participants went over the top rope. In the end, only one could stand by herself. And at this Evolution, it was Ember Moon.
***
Evolution ended with the match of the year. Becky Lynch and Charlotte Fair gave their all in the first ever Last Woman Standing match. Throughout the war, both women tried to use their submission moves on the other. During any other match, a submission would have been admitting that the other was the best wrestler. That she was right. But tonight, the last woman standing meant she had more drive, more power, and more right to the title than the one left in a heap.
Charlotte twisted in the air off a ring post. Becky was wobbling on her feet on the floor below. The last several counts had danced dangerously close to ten.
At the last second, Becky turned and flattened herself against the ring. Charlotte landed hard on the floor. She crawled around, gripping at Becky’s boot as her former friend rolled into the ring. Becky stood in the center, staring at her opponent as the ref counted.
Eight. Nine. Ten.
No matter the cost, Becky Lynch had retained her Smackdown Women’s Championship and proved herself to be the stronger woman. The one with the drive. That she was right.
***
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Monday Night Raw – October 29, 2018
The Titantron lit up with your name and your colors. You entered with a smile and made your way to the ring, mentally giggling as heavy footsteps followed. Braun used his longer stride to get ahead of you so he could sit on the ropes and help you into the ring. He had made it clear that what happened last week with taking Dean and Roman’s titles with Bray Wyatt, now Dr. M, did not extend to you.
“Welcome to Monday Night Raw!” You smiled brightly. The welcome was never going to get old. “Evolution was a fantastic success. I got to meet some women last night that I never dreamed I would never see in person. And our ladies did an amazing job putting on the best show possible. I know it will not be the last of it’s kind.” You took a deep breath and looked back at Braun.
“But that was Sunday,” you continued. “Starting tonight, it is officially Survivor Series season. And that is why Braun is being my shadow for the evening. Because of… last year’s events leading up to Survivor Series, we thought it was best if I had a little extra security. I don’t want to end up in a match.”
“You have to say the thing.”
“What?”
Braun growled with a smirk. “You have to say the thing.”
No. His good-natured glare heavily suggested you should, but you tried to get out of it anyway. “I don’t want to. It’s too soon. I don’t want to be sick of it before the night’s out.”
He tilted his head. “But it’s Survivor Series Season.” When you grit your teeth, he chuckled. “You know we get a bonus every time we say it, right?”
Well in that case… “As you all know,” you said, smiling at him, “Survivor Series is the one time of year when Raw and Smackdown go head to head in competition.” You sighed. “This better be worth it.”
Braun just laughed and gave your back a hard pat, making you stumble forward.
“Our superstars will meet their superstars for each of the titles, and then also for the five on five tag team matches. We will start the process of selecting those team members tonight with two women’s matches and two men’s matches. And in new news this year, the champions of NXT and 205 Live will also go head to head. It might be a little rough for the NXT champion since War Games is the night before, but William Regal is sure his champion will triumph.”
The audience seemed to take the news well. You were able to let your shoulders relax.
“On that note, let’s get the show started with our first elimination member matches.”
On the way out, you quietly promised to split the phrase bonus with Braun since he was the one who told you.
***
Up first for the elimination match, Liv Morgan and Sasha Banks fought for their position. Ruby and Sarah Logan had accompanied their teammate into the arena, but she waved them backstage. They all knew Sasha hadn’t been having a good run. In Liv’s mind, tonight was going to be nothing different.
Unfortunately for her, it was.
Sasha was tired of sitting on the sidelines. Tired of missing opportunities. And tired of people assuming she was done. So after taking several minutes of Liv’s aggression, she flipped on her own. Harsh kicks and rapid-fire punches. The losses that had piled up were several too many. Headlocks and body slams. The way other wrestlers looked at her when she walked by was done. Jumps from the top ropes. With a battle-cry, Sasha grabbed Liv by her pink hair. She was thrown across the ring. Sasha caught her bouncing off the ropes and flipped back into a Bank Statement.
Liv submitted, giving the first spot on the women’s elimination team to Sasha.
***
Next was the first men’s spot match. Drew McIntyre proudly made it down to the ring and patiently waited for his opponent. His smug grin turned sour at the sound of Dolph’s record scratch. They didn’t waste any time. A position was next on Dolph’s list of goals, and it had a similar position for Drew. But instead of showing each other off, they did their best to crush one another. Drew tried several times for a Claymore. It was always evaded. Dolph attempted to use his small form and speed to tire out his former partner but was often brought to a halt with some submission hold.
Renee piped up in commentary, “I think this is more than about a spot on the Raw team. These men were practically attached at the hip to achieve a goal. Dolph wanted a match between them after obtaining a championship, but that never happened. This is the match we would have seen, for who can be the best man. But now it’s for who is right. Either Dolph in his ambitions, or Drew in his.”
Not even Corey could disagree with that.
Dolph jumped for a Zig-Zag, but Drew saw it coming and was able to flip him around. By the time Dolph had scrambled back to his feet, he was met with a Claymore. Drew stood over his unmoving body for a few seconds before moving in for the pin. He didn’t celebrate. Nor did he give Dolph’s glare a backward glance.
***
Bayley and Ruby were up next for the team spot. The Riott Squad leader did not make the same mistake as her teammate. Sarah Logan was ringside for the whole match. Any time the ref’s back was turned, she was on the apron looking to distract Bayley and give Ruby an upper hand.
When Sarah couldn’t interfere, Bayley was struggling to keep Ruby from keeping her shoulders terrifyingly close to the canvas. The hugger used her skills to flip their positions, and then her power to rain blows down onto her opponent. Ruby desperately blocked her face and kicked her feet, trying to get out. Finally, Ruby was able to catch Bayley in the ribs with a hit, sending her rolling across the ring.
She couldn’t waste the chance. She returned the favor, catching Bayley in her own trap, even when she grabbed hold of the bottom rope and the ref counted to four. Only at the last second did she let go.
Sarah moved to dip between the ropes while Ruby argued with the ref. She was quickly knocked to the floor, but Ruby was there to push the ref aside and roll Bayley up for the pin.
The Riott Squad made their quick exit, smirking all the way.
***
“Dean, wait up!” You hurried to catch up with your cousin’s receding form. “Where are you going? You’ve got a match later.”
He looked away at the ground. “I don’t think I need to be on the team,” he muttered.
“What?” You shook your head. “Why? You’re one of the best guys here and we need you. And I’m not saying that ‘cause-“
“I can’t Y/N. Find someone else for that match.” Dean shied away from your outstretched hand. “I’m the reason why… Roman and I lost the tag titles because of me. And then he… he left. I’m not… I can’t-“
“Dean,” you gently placed your hand on his shoulder, ready to snatch it back. When he leaned into the comforting touch, you took a deep breath. “He’s going to come back. In the meantime, I thought you’d like a fun fight. Your elimination spot match is with No Way Jose.” You bit your lip as he didn’t react. “Just make it to the ring. Then we’ll go from there, okay? No pressure. No promises. What happens is what happens… and you are still my favorite big cousin either way. Please?”
Dean winced a grin. “Sure, Ladybug. I’ll get there.” Then he calmly removed your hand from his shoulder and walked away.
***
As there were new tag team champions, Braun and Dr. M wanted to prove that they were the best team to face the Smackdown tag team. So you had set up two triple threat matches between the other Raw tag teams, the first one tonight. Dr. M and Braun watched from backstage, with you close by so Braun could keep a close eye on you.
The B-Team, the Authors of Pain, and the team of Heath Slater and Rhyno met in the ring. To keep things interesting, one member from each team would be allowed in the ring at a time instead of the usual two. This lead to some odd mini-alliances depending on who was the most dangerous wrestler in the ring at any given moment. Like Bo Dallas and Rezar against Rhyno. Or Curtis Axel and Heath against Akam, before they flipped to attack Curtis.
In the end, the general consensus that the Authors of Pain were the biggest threats was correct. Rezar pinned Bo while Akam held Rhyno in the corner behind the ref’s back. They posed at the top of the ramp with Drake Maverick, who spat warnings to the new champions that they wouldn’t champs for long.
***
When Dean walked into the arena, he had to laugh. No Raw before Halloween was complete without a Trick or Treat Street match. No disqualifications, and no promises. You were probably going to get flack for making an elimination spot match so frivolous, but Dean’s smile made it worth it. Besides, who didn’t want to see Jose conga-dancing with a skeleton?
There were, of course, candy corn kendo sticks, pumpkins, and bowls of candy that both men gleefully emptied into the crowd. When they got down to it, Dean was more than willing to participate. What he wasn’t expecting, was to laugh to much in a match for something so important.
The match could have gone either way. They were both having so much fun, neither was too insistent to pin the other but there was a goal to achieve. A Dirty Deeds into a mess of mutilated pumpkin parts did the trick.
As Dean pinned Jose, he nodded. You were right. He needed this match. And you had picked the perfect opponent that would have made Raw proud had he lost. They shook hands and shared a candy bar on their way out of the ring.
***
After the commercial break, Finn was standing in the ring with his Universal and a mic.
“Last year I was part of the elimination tag-team for Raw. This year I am battlin’ with my title against one of the best in the business.” He smiled. “My title. On Sunday Natalya won back her ability to say the same thing. My title. She’s goin’ to face Becky Lynch, a ‘nother incredible woman who has fought and clawed her way into bein’ able to do this.” Finn lifted the red and gold belt high above his head with his right hand. “There have always been incredible fights to that right. Always will be. But Survivor Series is different.”
He thumbed at his lip in thought. “Survivor Series is about seein’ who is the best between Raw and Smackdown. It’s about pride and cementin’ your stamp on wrestling deeper into the history of this ring. It’s more than just your legacy. It’s making it stand higher than another great name.”
“I agree.” The Titantron flickered to life. AJ Styles was sitting in front of a blue screen with his WWE Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder. “Thank you for that compliment. I concur that my legacy stands the highest in the WWE. I’ve been carrying this title for a while, and I have been carrying Smackdown for even longer.” He paused. “What is your legacy, Finn? An injury and a title you can’t defend without help from… a darker version of yourself?”
Finn smiled and sucked on his teeth. “Not like you can defend your title without almost losin’ it. Now that I’ve got it back, it hasn’t been at risk of changin’ hands. Unlike…” he pointed at the screen, where AJ curtly shot him a look.
“Are we going to do this like last time?”
Finn shook his head. “Nah. This time around I’m more int’rested in havin’ a man versus man fight.”
“I might make you regret that decision.”
“If you say so, AJ. But no one has made me regret being tha man I am. This man is the one who bested the demon in the first place. Took his crown. Shaped ‘im into what I needed. Finn Balor as a man is just as great a wrestler as tha Demon King. But I guess you’ll be findin’ that out in a few weeks.”
“I’ll be seeing you before Survivor Series,” AJ said with a smirk.
“Is t’at so? Lookin’ for a practice-match, phenomenal one?”
AJ shook his head. “Not quite. Trick or treat.” Then the screen went black.
Finn scoffed, unbothered.
***
Elias strummed. “Tonight, I take back what was stolen from me.” He thought for a moment, absently playing a tune that dropped and attacked the air around him. “Baron Corbin is going to walk with Elias and find that he is not gifted enough to stand to me. The Intercontinental Championship is going to be on my waist at Survivor Series, and I will defeat Shinsuke Nakamura. And then they will both know what all of you people here know and that is that WWE stands for?”He hooted as the audience gave the correct response. There would have been more, but Baron wasn’t the most patient person on the roster.
The Intercontinental Champion strutted out onto the stage, making sure that the gold on his title caught the light just right. He begrudgingly handed it to the ref and smugly bounced in his corner while Elias glared at him from the other side.
They fought hard. It was looking like Elias had the upper hand when there was a banshee-like screech. Baron retreated to the side of the ring furthest from the stage, while Elias stumbled for a closer look.
“Paige?” he read on the screen.
Baron took the moment to roll Elias up, latching his fingers into his belt loops for that extra leverage. Elias chased him out of the ring, where Baron was hastily handed the title.
You passed him on your way down the ramp. Braun was a few steps behind and stayed on the floor while you got in the ring for a better look around the arena. He joined you as Paige came in through the side stage entrance and the Smackdown roster filed down the stairs. She gave you a sweet smile before climbing through the ropes.
“Paige.”
“Y/N.”
“I would say it’s good to see you, but… I have to wonder what you’re doing here.”
She laughed. “Oh, sweetheart. Tis the season. Just thought we ought to come for a little visit-“
“And repeat what happens every year, rough up my roster? Come on Paige, you’re smarter than that.”
“I don’t really think you’re in a position to say so.”
Now it was your turn to smile. “Oh?” Making a big show of it, you raised your fist in the air and snapped. Raw wrestlers streamed in from all sides. Down the ramp. From the crowd, blocking Smackdown’s exit. They were backed up against the ring as they were surrounded. “What was that, sweetie?”
Paige cocked her head, acknowledging the strategic move.
You interrupted before she could say anything. “How about something new this year. We’ve got dozens of talented wrestlers, and we’re going to see the best spectacle of that in a few weeks. But tonight, I think we should give the Universe a match that won’t be happening at Survivor Series. Something unique.”
“Okay. I’m listening.”
“Champion versus champion. Someone you think embodies the ‘land of opportunity’ spirit of Smackdown. And I’ll pick mine. Well… actually, mine is already picked.”
“You planned this?”
A giggle escaped. “It all depended on your actions, Paige. A game of chess.
She shook her head. “It’s not much of a game if your obvious answer is already in the ring.” She nodded in Braun’s general direction.
The two of you shared a look. “That’s not a guarantee. I have a whole roster full of champions. Can you say the same?”
“You know I can.”
“Then do it. We’re in showbiz. Let’s put on a show.”
Paige looked past you, then reestablished eye contact with you. “Fine. I choose Sheamus.” The ring bounced as he entered the ring. You remained still, trying to keep your emotions under control. “I hope that’s okay.”
Sheamus stood between you. “I’ll make the match quick. Perhaps you should pick one of your B-list wrestlers? It would be a shame to embarrass one of your A-listers this close to Survivor Series.”
You chuffed. “This is Monday Night Raw. There is no such thing as a B-list wrestler here. But I thought you would have known that, having been moved to Smackdown this year.”
On the floor, Dean and Seth shared a smile watching you sass back and forth with Sheamus. Seth was enjoying every second of it. Dean was too, but he was also making a plan of attack if Sheamus tried anything.
Turning to your circle, you motioned for some to leave. The ones that did left up the ramp and brought chairs out onto the stage. “Ladies and gentlemen,” you said, “if you could please. We don’t want any shenanigans back stage, so you guys are going to get a front-and-center seat.” The rest of the roster shooed the blue-brand wrestlers to their seats. “Paige, you and I will be joining the commentary table. And now for our champion. As you said, they are already in the ring.”
Braun took several large steps forward, coming nose to nose with Sheamus. Then he stepped aside to reveal Ember Moon. She straightened her fire braids and turned towards her corner. Braun sat on the rope so you and Paige could exit, then he followed.
The night ended peacefully, all things considered. During the match, the rosters stayed where they were supposed to, and you and Paige got along well.
In the ring, Sheamus was pleasantly surprised at how well Ember was able to keep him on his toes. He may have towered over by what seemed like two feet, but she was nimble. And her height made it difficult to properly perform a Brogue kick. Her favorite way to avoid it was to shift just barely to one side, then send him a snide look. But he had an advantage too. When she had him staggering, Ember jumped for a Full Eclipse. Sheamus caught her.
Instead of throwing her backward for the advantage, he gently returned her to her feet. Then he held out his hand. “I stand corrected about the prowess of the Raw brand. Pax?”
Prompt: “Can I request Drake Maverick x Plus!reader with height difference? Maybe she’s feeling down on herself, like she sees most of the other girls as incredibly dainty and small and she just feels huge and hideous. Drake finds her, and helps her feel like the beautiful babe she is. (A bit of dominant!drake as well?) 💕💕💕” – @morie-leigh
Pairing: Dom!Drake Maverick x PlusSized!Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: height difference, body insecurities, SMUT, dirty talk, body worshiping
Word Count: 1650
Note: I’m so sorry this took so long to get out. In theory, there’s a new rotation of fic I’d like to try out. That should be happening soon, and it should help me get my fics out more regularly. College is hard, babes. I hope this is what you wanted, sweetie!
He was yours, but she looked like she should have been his. Because of his leadership of Authors of Pain, Drake got to be on Raw with you. With other women like Alexa and Ember and the Bella twins.
Then there was you. Almost as tall as the guys in heels and imposing. Looking at you, anybody not in the know would have never pinned you as Drake Maverick’s wife.
Drake saw you shift your gaze. He wrapped up his conversation with Ember. A moment later he was at your arm taking your hand. “Hey.” His soft, cheery voice couldn’t make you look at him. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” you lied.
“No, you’re not,” he whispered. Drake squeezed your hand. “Think you could tell me when we get home?”
You nodded and squeezed back. It was impossible to leave until he released your hand, and only after giving your knuckles a kiss.
You could have hugged Triple H for scheduling the show in your hometown, where you and Drake lived. Part of you said it had been planned long before the shot to your confidence. The rest of you didn’t care.
“Home sweet home,” Drake chirped, dropping your bags by the front door. They could be dealt with in the morning. Before you could escape upstairs, his arms were wrapped around your waist. “Can you talk to me?” He came around to your front as your stomach clenched in knots. Your brow was worried as you tried to find the words. With a knowing sigh, Drake led you to the living room couch. He sat down first, then pulled you to straddle his waist.
“Drake-“
“Hey, I’ve been training with my team. You’re not going to crush me, trust me.”
With a nod, you did as he directed. It meant his face was right at your chest, and he only pulled you closer. He liked being smothered by you. In return, he smothered you with love and adoration.
“What do you need tonight, dear? Tell me. Do you want me to ravish you? Make you feel every bit of my love?” He gave a quick pat to your ass that made you jump. “Or do you need a long night? Slow and every second given towards telling you how much I love each and every cell of your body?”
You gulped and looked away. “Can… can you…”
“Go on, love. It’s okay. What do you need? I’m here to listen.”
Pain blossomed in your bottom lip as you bit it. He reached up and soothed you stop. “Drake, can… can you remind me why you love me? I’m too large. Too heavy. Too tall. And maybe I’m a little jealous? I love having you on the same show, but… you look like you match more with the other women than you do me. All my fears are so loud in my head, spinning and confusing me. I know you love me… I’m having trouble remembering why.”
Drake ran his hands up your thighs. “I can do that.” His hand continued around to your back and under your shirt. “It could take me days to tell you why I love you; there’s so much to cover. Your laugh. The way your face lights up when you win a match. How your eyes catch the light when they catch mine. Beautiful, and smart to boot. A brilliant strategist. But your body… that could take me all week.”
It was easy to follow his instructions. No shirts allowed. No pants. No undergarments. That went for him too. Drake sat back down but made you stand. He kept his face neutral while his eyes raked your body. Then, as he made you turn, he hummed in hungry delight before snatching you to straddle his waist again.
“I love these.” Drake gripped handfuls of your thighs. “I love the power of them. It’s one of my favorite things to watch you wrap them around somebody’s throat and take them to the mat. And that is only topped when they squeeze around my head when I go down on you.” He guided your face close to his for a deep kiss.
You whimpered into his lips.
He chuckled and leaned back to observe more of you. Then he wrapped his lips around each of your nipples. His hands traveled up your body so he could squeeze and kneed them, and twist your nipples into hard tips.
“I love these because they fit so perfectly in my hands. They are the first parts of you I love to taste.” He growled in the back of his throat. “And I love them bouncing in my face when you ride me like you’re going to tonight.”
For a moment your heart was gripped by a cruel hand of doubt. He didn’t command it often, but it always terrified you. But the more he lightly bit across the swells of your breasts, and the more he murmured against your skin, you knew that by the end of the night there would be no doubts as to how much he loved you. All of you.
The present came back into focus when his fingers slid over your parted lips. You opened them wider, sucking on his fingers messily. He watched, eyes bright and focused on the way your lips closed around him. He was probably picturing how your lips did the same to his cock on other nights. The thought made you shift in his lap enough to feel how much he loved seeing you this way. When his fingers were thoroughly soaked, he took them away and tapped lightly at your clit. You widened your kneeling so he could curl perfectly for the first time that night into your heat. He found you needy, making you both smile as your walls were already sucking his fingers further into your pussy.
“How does that feel, Y/N?” He pumped his fingers faster and prevented you from falling forward to hide your face. “By the looks of the color in your cheeks, you like it a lot. I love it too. I’m just barely started and you’re just a few strokes from cumming, aren’t you?” He frowned as you bit your lip and nodded. “Words, love.”
You whined as he stopped moving. “I’m so close, baby. Please don’t stop.” You bucked down onto his hand, moaning as he gave you what you wanted.
Drake eyes took on a dark shadow. “This, right here, nearly tops my list. I love blissing you out. Controlling your pleasure in the only way I can. If I wanted, I could hold you on the edge all night. Or make you come until you can’t see straight or remember your name. No matter what I’d chose, you’d take what I gave you and give me the joy of watching you fall apart.”
He moved faster and thumbed roughly over your clit. His lips again closed around your nipples, sucking and biting to make you gasp. Your hands rushed to grip his shoulders. Just feeling his muscles ripple under your touch grounded you and helped you hold out for a few more seconds before falling apart with a high mewl.
Drake licked his lips and kissed at the underside of your jaw. He continued to pump his fingers, easing you down from the high.
“Are you ready, love?”
“Yes.”
He grinned. “I bet you are.” Between you, he stroked his length, not that it needed the extra excitement. But the sight of your slick slipping down his fingers and spreading over his cock made you want him even more. And he knew it. But tonight wasn’t about making you wait, keeping you on any brink, or even taking what he wanted. It was about giving you what you needed. So he did. His grip on your waist guided you to sink fully onto his cock in one clipped breath. Both heaving, you stayed still until your body had adjusted.
“Ride me, Y/N. Bounce on my cock. Show me that side of you that loves to surprise me.” His head collapsed back onto the couch as you raised up and slammed down. “Like that, love. Just… just like that.”
You moved like a woman possessed. Drake’s fingertips tightened into your skin, guiding you to rotate your hips, and holding you down when he knew you needed to catch your breath. When his eyes weren’t on your breasts doing his favorite thing, they were on your face. Watching your eyes fight to stay open. Watching your lips part for gasps of oxygen. Watching you relax.
“That’s it, love,” he whispered. “The only time when you are ever too much for me… is when I feel so lucky to be the one who gets to hold you in my arms. To hear your dreams and fears. Moments like this. And I love you because you trust me and I can trust you. No other woman could do that. No one but you. Cum, love.”
He gave a roar as your walls clamped down on him. You fell forward onto his chest, panting on the side of his face.
“On your knees, my love.”
You may have towered over him in public, but in private, he was the only one who could bring you to your knees to stand above you. Though neither knew how he managed to wobble to his feet any time he wanted to paint your face in cum.
Drake’s groans stuttered out of his mouth. You helped by pumping his cock for him, closing your eyes as his release coated your face. He moaned deeper as you darted out your tongue to catch some of it from your lips. He chuckled and took your hand.
“Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up so I can dirty you all over again. I’m not finished with you yet.”
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.
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