Family Found Part 23: Sunday is Set

October 12, 2018December 11, 2018Aebli Leave a comment

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!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 22: A Turn of Events

*Series Disclaimer (Placement of PPVs)

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.

Part 24: Shattered (TLC)

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Family Found Part 14: This Isn’t Over

August 10, 2018December 11, 2018Aebli Leave a comment

In the last Raw before Summer Slam, you are included in the main event. Final opponents are determined for the other matches but you feel out of place. Will you let Dean and everybody down or work past your fears?

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, self-doubt

Word Count: 2700

Note: Heads up, I’m going to be moving back to college next week. (I know, just in time for Summer Slam! Yippee.) So it will be interesting to see how maintaining this series goes once my class schedule kicks in. Hopefully, I will be successful. Another heads up: Summer Slam’s chapter is going to be awesome and action-packed. *squee* Tag lists and requests open. Happy reading!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 13: Not This Time

Monday Night Raw – August 13, 2018 – Greensboro, NC

If you were a begging type of woman, Dolph Ziggler and Drew McIntyre would not have started the show. Your nerves were on fire as you saw them walk into Gorilla, cringing when you heard Dolph’s music. In the ring, he pranced around as if the audience’s reaction to him was unanimous praise.

“Well hello to you to.” He grinned wide, ignoring the waves of hate rolling towards him. “We’re out here to announce that there’s a special match tonight. Drew, if you would.”

“You’re havin’ a Lumberjack match tanight,” Drew rumbled.

“That I am. Against Dean Ambrose. And there to catch him when I toss him out is going to be you, Mojo, and Mickie James. And of course Roman, Seth, and Y/N backing up Dean. But they won’t be able to much. Now, if Y/N could step out here please.”

You were more than happy to. If he wanted to have a battle of wits, he was going to realize quickly how unarmed he was. Seth followed you out, to rushed to zip up his gear shirt. “What do you want Ziggler?”

He laughed. “No need to be so formal, sweetheart. Dolph is just fine.”

“Get to the point. Ziggler.”

Biting back a scowl he cleared his throat. “I wanted to let you know it’s okay. At some point, your cousin is going to knock me out of the ring. You’re frustrated and angry. I won’t hold it against you if you hit me.”

As if reading from a hokey script, Drew asked “but I thought you liked Y/N. Why all this?”

Dolph turned to him and talked with his hands as if to a child. “You see, the key to winning a girl’s heart is playing hard to get.”

You scoffed. “That would be difficult for you then since you’re hard to want.” This was getting old. The match could start right now for all you cared.

Seth read your mind. He crossed his arm across your shoulders, keeping you from storming down the ramp. Dolph noticed. “Gettin’ a little close there, Rollins. Y/N, you could do so much better. He’s no Dolph Ziggler.”

You looked down at Seth’s abs, then back at the ring. “Good. It means he’s not freakin’ orange.” Seth coughed and turned to face behind you. He cackled quietly. “And I hope you’re ready for some serious bruising. This is going to end tonight.” You turned on your heel.

“Whatever you say, Y/N. But all tonight is going to prove is that I am the best man in the business. And nothing the Shield can do is going to disprove that.”

The women’s music sounding told Dolph his time was up. They each took turns bumping shoulders against them as they left the arena. Rhonda nearly knocked Dolph off his feet, making him growl and make a hastier exit. Alexa Bliss and Alicia Fox stood on one side of the ring while Natalya and Rhonda stood on the other. They may have won their opportunity as a team, but tonight eventually it was going to be every woman for herself.

Renee Young explained how the match was going to work. “The match is going to start as a tag match. To eliminate a team, one member has to be knocked to the floor over the top rope. Then from the remaining two women, a singles match will begin immediately.”

Corey snorted. “I can’t say I agree with this method.”

“I’m looking forward to see how it goes,” Renee pipped up. Nothing Corey was going to say was going to dampen her Raw commentary debut.

Alexa rolled out, leaving Alicia at the other’s two women’s mercy. Which they gave. Sharing a look, each of the three rolled a different way out of the ring, circling Alexa. While she was focused on not getting caught by Natalya or Rhonda, she bumped into Alicia. They shared sticky sweet smiles, then Alicia tossed her partner into the ring at the sound of the bell.

Natalya fought her first. She made frequent tags to Rhonda, ensuring they would both have enough energy for part two of the fight. If they made it that far. Alexa escaped and put that plan in jeopardy as Alicia rushed in, quickly weakening Natalya and trapping her in the ring. Rhonda rushed around to the side as Alicia tried to tip her partner over.

She was successful but crashed to the floor herself when Alexa knocked her feet out from under her. They continued to fight on the outside. Inside the ring, Alicia was gaining the upper hand. Once again, Natalya had no one to tag and had to muscle through and do her best. Exhausted, she fell against the ropes. Alicia scooped up under her, attempting for a pin.

But it wasn’t that kind of match yet.

“No. Eliminate her,” Alexa screamed, “don’t pin her!”

“Oh yeah.” Alicia grabbed Natalya’s hair and slung her towards the ropes. Rhonda was there to make sure she didn’t sail over. She guided Natalya to the corner and tagged in, rushing towards Alicia. Foxy turned and reached for Alexa, who wasn’t there. Alexa hopped down, hoping Rhonda would tire out her partner. It backfired as Rhonda swung Alicia over her back and threw her over the top rope. Alicia fell on top of Alexa and they were announced to be eliminated.

Rhonda waited for Natalya to catch her breath. It wasn’t ideal. In a perfect world, they would both have more energy and could put on a better match. Natalya stood tall. This would have to do. For how much they had trained together, Rhonda picked up on her tells. Mixed with Natalya’s lack of momentum, she didn’t last much longer.

Even then, Rhonda hesitated to pin her friend. “I’m sorry,” she said as the ref counted to three. She helped Natalya to her feet.

“It’s okay, for now,” Natalya joked. “But you better kick ass on Sunday.” She helped the ref raise her hand in victory.

Kurt Angle held his phone far away from his ear with a wince. “Braun. Braun! I know, but it was best that you stayed away from the show tonight.” He paused and tromboned the phone as Braun reacted. “Because there are a lot of people who don’t want you to beat Brock on Sunday, and that’s not just him an Paul Heyman. I didn’t want you risking your Summer Slam match.” Gritting his teeth, he talked over his employee. “Look, you can yell at me Sunday night. After your match. If nothing goes awry. Okay? Good. See you Sunday.” He hung up with a sigh then saw you. “Hey, Y/N. Please come in.”

This couldn’t be good. “You wanted to see me, Mr. Angle?”

“Just Kurt. And yeah. I need your opinion on something.” He waited for you to step further into the room. “If I’m wrong I do have a back-up, so please be honest with your answer.”

You gulped. “Okay.”

“Y/N, do you think tonight’s match is going to end the problems with Dolph?”

“Honestly,” you said slowly, “no. From what I’ve learned about him, Dolph is going to keep going until the injuries to his body outweigh any gain he’s been scrambling for. Even if Dean gets him to that point, Mojo and Mickie are involved now too. They’ve got their own issues with us now.”

Kurt thought for a second. “There’s one more slot for Summer Slam.”

How? “Isn’t it a little late to be making matches? Summer Slam is on Sunday.”

He nodded. “I know. But I had a feeling this wasn’t going to be over before then. So, you and the Shield will have a match on Sunday against Dolph and Drew, and Mojo and Micke James.”

You sighed. “This is all my fault. I didn’t mean to be such a bother.”

“Hey,” Kurt gave your shoulder a light pat. “It’s how we settle things around here. If anything, you fit right in. You are not a ‘bother’ and we are lucky to have you on the team. You’ve just started and you’re putting more effort into your contract than some old timers.”

“That doesn’t matter. I don’t have the experience.” You groaned. “I’m not Dean. No matter how much effort I put into the match tonight or Sunday, I am going to burn out quickly.”

“Don’t worry about tonight or Sunday. You’ve got this.” His phone rang again. He walked away to answer it, despite your attempt to grab his attention. With a worried huff, your left his office.

“Are you ready for the match?” Seth’s voice behind you made you cringe. “I’ll take that as a no.” He jutted his chin in the direction that Kurt went. “So, I heard the tail-end of that. You get to be part of a Summer Slam match too, huh?”

“This is a disaster.” You slumped to sit on a crate. “I came here to be a reporter. And to reconnect with Dean, in a way. Everything has gone wrong. This is way more than what I can handle.”

“No, it’s not. I’ve seen you train. I’ve been beaten by you in training. Which, not to toot my own horn, is saying something,” he chuckled. When you didn’t cheer up he sighed and tilted your head up. He gave you a small smile. “Y/N?”

“I don’t want to let him down. Or any of you.”

“You won’t. I trust you.”

It was a tiny statement. But it meant the world. You couldn’t find the words to thank him but nodded. Seth grabbed your wrists and gave them the once over.

“Let’s get you some tape.”

Corey was grumbling even before Elias could strum his first chord. His stool was set up a few feet from the announce table on the stage. He sang an upbeat ditty about hating the town and his disdain for the opponents squabbling for his title, then left the spotlight.

“Front row seats to an Elias concert. Man, you guys really do get the good stuff,” Renee cooed. She elbowed Corey before he could retort.

Elias dipped his head. “I’m glad to see at least one person has accepted the enlightenment my music brings.” He glared at Corey and made small talk with Cole as Baron Corbin and Bobby Roode made their way down to the ring. He was unbothered by the idea of this match. If anything, he was excited to see who was going to face him at Summer Slam. It was the perfect opportunity to scope out his adversary.

Corbin and Roode circled each other looking for a way in. Eventually, they had to meet in a contest of strength. Corbin used his height to his advantage and caught Roode in a headlock. Neither wrestler was one known for their gravity-defying stunts, but Corbin was going to do everything he could to keep Roode from using his strength. It worked. For a while.

Using the crowd’s enthusiasm, Roode was able to make it to his feet. He bounced off the ropes and sent Corbin’s back crashing to the canvas. He didn’t fall for Corbin’s tricks. If Baron swung around a ring post, he was waiting for him. The Deep Six was hard to kick out of, but he did. Roode danced his way across the ring. If things continued his way, he was going to Summer Slam with a chance at the Intercontinental Championship. Roode kicked Corbin in the stomach and stepped back to power up for the Glorious DDT.

He took to long. Corbin reversed Roode’s movements into another Deep Six. When Roode stumbled up from that, he walked into an End of Days. His music was cut short by Elias playing his guitar.

Elias gave him a slight bow, then strummed his way out of the arena.

They were waiting for you in the ring. Roman and Seth went out first. Then Dean. He stayed close to the curtains, having promised you a surprise. You were still trying to work up the courage to go out there when a second guitar riff sounded. It was underlined with an electric guitar and strong drums.

“Surprise,” he smiled.

You had your own entrance music.

It was bold and had a great beat. Dean wiggled along with it on the way to the ring; you poorly stifled a giggle.

Dolph was left standing alone as his accompanying trio left the ring. Dean rolled and you took your spot on the ramp-side of the ring. After the bell rang, you bounced up and down like you usually did when watching matches from backstage. Being out in the arena? It was electric. Now you knew why Dean bounced and jumped through his matches. Mickie was glaring at you from the other side of the ring but that didn’t bother you. You had ringside access to one of Dean’s matches. This was wild.

Dean got tossed out first. Thankfully, Dolph’s aim was off and he sailed right into the arms of Roman. He received hair ruffling and loud pats on the back and then they sent him back in. His arms flailed, striking Dolph about every other rotation. You laughed as Drew and Mojo watched Dolph take the beating with uncomfortable grimaces. By keeping an eye on them, you saw the plan they formulated before Mickie could distract the ref. She jumped up onto the apron, pulling Dean’s attention away from Dolph. They tried to grab at his ankles, but even their long arms couldn’t reach him and a crisis was averted.

When Dean tossed Dolph over a rope, he made sure Roman was there to catch him too. You made sure there wasn’t inference from the left and Seth did the same for the right. You could tell the men weren’t scared of you. There was another plan in place. One that was for later as Dolph staggered his way back to his feet. The match went on, with Dean maintaining the upper hand. Drew and Mojo traded sides with Mickie.

You were distracted by Drew inching his way to Seth’s side when Dolph came flying over the ropes. He landed on you, smirking when he realized what his position was. With a growl, you flipped him to his back and started to punch at his face as hard and fast as you could. You were yanked to your feet by your hair. Mickie slammed your face into the apron. You fell back, dazed. Roman picked you up around your stomach, shouting at everyone to back off.

“Ow,” you mumbled, holding your head while Dolph slid back into the ring.

“Better get used to that, sweetie,” Mickie said, backing away.

There were several other altercations. Mojo did surprisingly well against Roman, while Seth used the barricades or apron to gain some height on Drew. Dolph continuously underestimated you and received similar treatment as to the first incident. No matter what you did, Mickie could always make you crumple like a ball of tinfoil. She could do the same to Dean, too. It took the three of you a few minutes to realize how much damage she was dishing out, then another few to break away from them to come to his aid.

Then there was the chair.

Mojo tossed it in while the ref’s back was turned. Dean was leaning against the ropes. He moved out of the way at the last second. Dolph’s swing bounced back at him off the top rope, sending the chair into his forehead and his body to the mat. The ref saw the whole thing and wouldn’t motion for a disqualification since it was self-inflicted. Dolph cursed and threw the chair away. It cut into Dean’s stomach, folding him in half.

You slid into the ring as the ref called for the disqualification. Dean waved off your worried looks and questions while the other team left. He coughed hard, holding his stomach.

“This isn’t over,” you hissed. “Far from it. They wanted the fight. They’ve got one.”

“That’s my baby cuz.” Dean grinned as you stuck your tongue out at him.

Part 15: Hold It High

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What I Started

August 10, 2018Aebli Leave a comment

Prompt: “Could you write some smutty stuff with Alexa Bliss? Female reader. No other specific. Thnx!”

The competition of who can win their match while distracted has another victor. The loser is at their beck and call. Not that either would complain.

Pairing: Alexa Bliss x Female!Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: use of toys while working, oral, mutual thigh riding, begging

Word Count: 1080

Note: Had to do a little smut research for this request. I hope it came out like you wanted, anon! Thanks for sending it in. It’s my first Alexa fic, and my first w|w fic, so any feedback would be greatly appreciated. If you’ve got an idea of your own or a tag list you’d like to join, just let me know. Enjoy!

You had a love-hate relationship with Alexa Bliss. To the WWE Universe, you hated her. Despised her. Did everything in your power to keep her from winning another championship. Once the cameras were gone and ring was packed away, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Love in the shadows. This lead to innovative ways to show affection.

Which is why you were already sweating bullets at the beginning of your match.

Alexa was leering at you from the other side of the ring, backing up her partner. Mickie was unaware of your predicament and showed no mercy. You rolled out of the way of a kick but stumbled when the vibrating in your gear jumped. It was in two places: your panties, and over your nipples. Originally, you had come up with the bra inserts (made from other pantie sets). You liked that most remote systems ran on the same frequencies. It had since then backfired. Mickie continued to chase you around the ring, grabbing your hair and slamming you to the mat. Your groan of pain out higher pitched than usual. You hoped Mickie wouldn’t notice.

With a deep breath, you leapt to your feet and started an attack of your own. The buzzing of your system interwove with the adrenaline, making you move faster and lighter on your feet. Even then, the hits you took made you moan instead of puff in pain. Mickie was beginning to give you looks.

She caught you in a headlock. “Are you okay, sweetie?” She cried out as you twisted out.

“I’m… fine.” You turned to glare at Alexa. Things had gone up another notch.

By the end of the match, you were more focused on not cumming in the middle of the ring than winning. You were eventually pinned, with Alexa whooping in triumph for more than one reason. She at least turned everything off before she left up the ramp.

She was waiting for you in her dressing room spread out across the couch. You couldn’t tell if she looked more like an unimpressed cat or some princess in a Renaissance painting. Either way, Alexa curled her finger and drew you into the room. The click of the lock was surprisingly loud. Or maybe you were just super on edge.

“You lost.”

“That I did. With your help of course.” You smirked. “Are waiting to get to the hotel, or-“

“When am I ever that patient?”

You nodded and kneeled in front of her. She leaned up so you could remove her shorts and get to work. Her fingers wove into your hair and guided you. From the corner of your eye, you saw her twirl the remote. You worked faster. The quicker you could get her off, the sooner she would let you cum.

“Nuh-uh-uh.” Alexa grinned as you froze. “I’m not patient enough for the drive, but don’t rush it, honey.” She tapped the back of your head for you to start again, but slower.

The focus now wasn’t to be fast. It was to be torturous. Like she had played with you in the ring. You lived for her whimpers and her sighs. Bumps raised on her skin as you trailed your fingers up her legs to her slit. You were just adding them to giving her pleasure when a shock jolted through you. She clicked the settings on the remote up to mid-power and hummed as you panted against her thigh. You squeezed your thighs together against the onslaught. Her legs fought against closing around you too as her release drew nearer.

“Not yet.” She tugged you away and fell on top of you on the floor. Sitting on your waist, she undulated her hips to match your bucking. Her fingers worked up under your top. “You should get rid of your gear.” She helped you remove it, then leaned forward and latched her lips around one of your sensitive nipples. All the while she kept moving her hips, chuckling as your movements became more frantic. She nipped between your breasts. “You’re still wearing too much gear.”

You gave a sigh of relief as you were stripped bare. Alexa perched on your thigh, pressing one of hers into the juncture between your legs. She sat up straight with her hands on your breasts. Roughly she squeezed and kneaded them, making your mouth fall open for breathless panting.

“You look so delicious like this, Y/N,” she cooed. She started to slide back and forth, shuddering with her own sparks. “My personal toy. It’s so easy to work you up. I wonder if anybody would have noticed if you had cum tonight.” Your groan hitched as she clawed her nails down your stomach. “Bet you want to cum now too, huh?”

So that’s what she wanted. She wanted you to beg. You could fight it for a while but knew the game would be up soon when she sucked her thumb into her mouth. It made you arch when she began to lazily circle your clit with it.

“Any time you want to start, honey.” When you bit your lip, she shifted so she could curl two fingers into your heat.

“Alexa,” you drawled out in a sigh. With a whimper, you bucked harder onto her hand. “Please-“

“Please what, Y/N?”

You moaned. “Please let me cum. Let me make you cum.” On a whim, you mirrored her earlier action and sucked your thumb into your mouth. She closed her eyes in bliss as you hurried to convince her. The way her lips parted made you want to taste them, so you tried harder. “So beautiful. Alexa, please.”

She nodded. “Then keep going. I’ll take care of you.” Her fingers pumped faster. She had all the control except of your thumb. In reckless parallel abandon, you both raced for the finish. Alexa’s praise descended into cursing as your walls contracted around her fingers. Your leg was slick with her and she squeezed your thigh between her own. “Right there, Y/N. Keep going.” Her voice sounded as wrecked as you felt.

When her nails scrapped down your side you couldn’t hold back anymore. Your toes curled to cramping and the bow of your back angled your thigh just right. Alexa screamed and shivered. Even though your arms were like jello, you braced against them as Alexa pulled you up for a kiss.

“Now we can go to the hotel. And I’m going to finish what I started.”

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Family Found Part 8: Focused on Alignments

June 29, 2018December 11, 2018Aebli Leave a comment

Dean comes to help Roman after a minute-alliance goes south. The Reader expresses her fears for Dean to Seth and gets pulled further into the tension between Sasha and Bayley.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, intense promo work

Word Count: 2680

Note: Things are getting a little more detailed as I’m getting used to writing multiple feuds. Please let me know what’s too much, what’s not enough, or [glory be] what’s just right. I’m building up for my own matches at Extreme Rules, but I might luck out and have some that overlap with the actual show! The tag list for this series and all the fandoms I write for are open. Requests are also open. I hope you guys like this chapter!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 7: Help From All Sides

July 2, 2018 – Monday Night Raw – Sioux Falls, South Dakota

“Braun Strowman and Roman Reigns have no respect for the Modern Day Maharaja.” Jinder glared at the crowd as they booed him. “Every dirty trick they use is an example of their lack of dignity.” He smiled and pressed a hand to his chest. “But I can put Braun’s actions from last week, and Roman’s continued disgrace behind me… if there is an apology.”

Even Sunil groaned. Nobody believed such a thing would happen. And yet, the bass of Roman’s music sounded. He came out much to everyone’s surprise and lifted a mic to his lips.

“An apology? An apology.” Roman shook his head. “Jinder, all that you have gotten is what you have deserved. Every dirty trick,” Roman quoted, “was a mirror of what you and your reconnaissance man do every match you have. Unless… the apology you were talking about was going to be coming from you and Sunil?” Roman smiled with the challenge.

Jinder shouted at him from the stage. He grabbed Sunil by his shirt collar before he could jump up onto the ropes. He sputtered and fumed. “Me? Apologize to you. No. A Maharaja does not apologize to the likes of you. A failure. To yourself and to your legacy.”

Roman ignored that last bit. “Fine. But you should really reconsider apologizing to Braun.” He made a show of looking past Jinder to the floor on the other side of the ring.

As everyone’s attention was shifted to that side, Braun stepped into the light and stepped up onto the apron. Jinder and Sunil backed away, two seconds from freezing in fear while Braun stepped over the top rope. Jinder threw Sunil in Braun’s direction and escaped to the floor. Keeping his attention on the ring was a mistake. By the time he turned to face the ramp, he was speared by Roman and then tossed back into the ring. Braun threw Sunil up in the air and let gravity take its course. Jinder looked up as Braun’s boot stopped right in front of his face. He grappled for the bottom rope, but Braun hauled him over his shoulder anyway. A few seconds later Jinder was as motionless as Sunil. Roman moved into the ring to gloat.

Michael Cole made some comment about a possible future team a few seconds too early.

Braun kicked Roman in the stomach and then hauled him up too. He roared to the crowd over Roman’s still jerking body. He was about to lift him up again when Dean’s guitar riff cut through the air.

Dean came running down to the ring at a breakneck pace. He kicked the monster down a bit then jumped up on his back for the tightest sleeper-hold he could manage. His attention flicked to a far corner and he quickly slid off before Roman came up with a spear.

Jinder and Sunil were long gone before Braun rolled out of the ring. He left the way he came so there wouldn’t be an altercation in Gorilla. That was perfectly fine with the last men standing. The Shield brothers celebrated for a moment like no time had passed.

“No. No. No. This… uhuh.” Kevin Owens came out onto the stage. His eyes kept a lookout for Braun, but he directed the rest of his energy to the ring. “You really shouldn’t be doing that Dean. You’ve got other issues to deal with. I’m not finished proving to you that you’re not ready to really come back.”

Dean took the mic Roman handed to him. “I’ve been back for weeks, my man.”

“Yeah, and what have done since then? You managed to piss off Baron again, and that didn’t go well. The old Dean Ambrose would have fought everyone in the locker room by now. You? You’ve had what… two? Three opponents? You are not one hundred percent. I, on the other hand, am doing just fine. I’m going to finish you off, then I’m coming for you, Roman. If Braun and Jinder don’t render you useless first.”

“You keep my brother’s name out of your mouth, Kevin.” Dean paced back and forth. “You want to try to break me? Come on then, right here right now is a good a time as any.” He tossed down the mic and spread his arms. Roman stepped back to lean in a corner and watch the show.

Kevin took a few steps forward, then shook his head. “You want to know why I’m not going to do that? You want to know why Dean? It’s because you’re already broken. Yeah. You left and the WWE has moved on. I took you out with a few chair strikes last week. The old you would have kept on swinging. Well, not like you’ve ever been able to see chairs coming.” He smirked, proud of that last ribbing. He should have been terrified of the results.

Dean picked up the mic, stopped his pacing and stood square. “I’m broken? Yeah, I’m broken. Nothing new. By the end of every match I’ve ever been in I usually am. Chairs, tables, ladders, chains, razors, glass? They don’t break me. Just flesh wounds. What breaks me is guys like you walking around like you own the place when you can’t stay in the ring and face the end like a man. Winning, losing, none of that matters to me. Getting to beat cowards like you into pulp? Now that’s winning. I don’t need any of those things to beat you, but you want to use chairs? Fine. Disqualification can’t save you. I’m broken? Damn right I am. And it’s what you’re gonna be before Extreme Rules is over!” He grinned towards Kevin’s horrified face. “I’ll see you at Extreme Rules.”

While Kevin scurried to the back, you turned to Seth for his pre-match interview.

“Another week, another open challenge for the fighting champion. Your matches have been a little… hectic here of late, but do you ever worry about your Shield partners? Dean did just get back from injury. Do you think there is a risk of another?” You wanted to ask him about Dean personally and get a personal answer, but keeping the distance between you and your cousin was keeping you out of trouble so far.

“I’m not worried for either of them. If they need help, we usually ask each other for backup. I would have been out there if Roman or Dean needed me. And Dean is made of lunacy and adrenaline. He’s going to be here until the last possible second.” Seth shifted the belt higher on his shoulder and waited for your next question.

“Who do you think is going to answer the challenge tonight? Many have, but you’ve still got the Intercontinental Championship. Can you see anyone challenging you for it at Extreme Rules?”

Seth laughed. “Oh, yeah. There’s one name in mind, but he’s being dramatic and hasn’t stepped up yet. Tonight, I might give him a little push to get a rile out of ‘im. Either way, if things go according to plan, Extreme Rules will get to see me walk in as champion, and walk out as champion. Just like every week.” Seth nodded and turned to walk away but saw your nervousness. “And don’t worry about Dean. He’s going to be just fine. Kevin Owen’s the one who should be worried.”

It made you feel slightly better. But not by much.

“Ladies and gentlemen: Elias.”

He strummed a little then paused for applause. “There are no words for how much I hate this wanna-be oasis in the desert.” He ignored the instant disapproval. “You probably thought you came here to see a bunch of men and women fight. No. This right here, me; I am the real main event. After all, WWE stands for? Walk with Elias.” He smiled as they got it. “Okay, but words or not, you all still need to hear this. My music will heal your dried-up souls and guide you to a real life. If this music doesn’t save the lot of you, nothing will. Now I need you to silence your cell phones, hold your applause, and shut your mouths.”

Sioux Falls was doomed to be lost because they never heard the song. They didn’t seem to mind, though, going by how loud they shouted ‘burn it down’ with Seth’s entrance. He waltzed out with a mischievous smirk on his face. He gave Elias a shrug from the apron then continued his usual actions around the ring.

Elias left with a huff and a tight grip around the neck of his guitar.

“Alright. You guys know the drill. Who’s coming out tonight?” Seth held his belt high and waited.

It would have been Zack Ryder, but he barely made it five steps onto the step before Seth and the audience was shouting for him to watch his back. Zack turned around just in time to catch Elias’s guitar. He was mostly injured in his forearms, but it was enough to keep him from answering the challenge. Elias continued to the ring in his stead, carrying his splintered guitar with him.

He waited for the bell to ring at least before swinging the mess of wood and strings. Seth ducked the first time, but the immediate return swing caught him on the side of the head. Elias followed after him with kicks as Seth stumbled. The ref called for the bell, ruling Seth the winner by disqualification.

“Is that enough of a step up for you, Rollins?” Elias kicked him out of the ring. He watched as the ref helped the battered champion to his feet and handed him the belt. “Or was it too dramatic for you?”

Seth was confused. Why would Elias throw his chance like that? Was he going to let him disrespect him like that? There was only one more week before Extreme Rules. Perhaps he could still get the match he wanted and give Elias his due diligence for this week’s attack. Seth left the arena with a knowing smile and went to find Kurt Angle.

The night was wrapping up. You were in the back about to interview Bayley and Ember Moon. “You two seem to have become close friends. When can we expect you guys to team up, and who would you like to be in a match against?”

“Ooooh,” Bayley awed. “The Riott Squad is always looking for a fight.”

Ember nodded. “Mhmm. Agreed. But I kinda want to see what we could do against Natalya and Rousey. Though I don’t know how much this friendship could last if the Women’s Championship is on the line in the future.”

“In such matches, every woman for herself.” Bayley nudged Ember. “No hard feelings.”

You bit your lip. “Speaking of which, how have you been, Bayley, since Sasha’s… twist of alliance two weeks ago?”

“Who cares?” Sasha walked up behind you and trapped you in the circle. “This is a business, and two weeks ago was business. I have to admit, it didn’t work out like I wanted too. It’s Raw though; when does it ever?” Sasha smiled at Bayley. “No hard feelings, right?” She nudged Bayley in front of you, but Bayley flinched.

“Not this time Sasha. I can forgive a lot of things, and I have. But you’ve shown your true face, and quite loudly. You can make all the alliances you like, but you won’t make another one with me. Never again. I’m tired of getting stabbed in the back.”

Sasha pushed past you and got in Bayley’s face. “My true face? What about yours? Hugs and smiles and never stepping up to take what you want because you’ll hurt someone. You can’t let your true self through because you built up such a façade. At least I own who I am. I’m a woman who knows what I want and I will get it. But your… façade is in my way. I could have been part of a team with the likes of champions like Natalya and Rousey. You think I’ve stabbed you in the back? What about every time you let me down? Came up short and cost me? I will be the Raw Women’s Champion again, and I will cut through anybody who stands in my way. Like you, at Extreme Rules, if you think you can handle it.”

Bayley scoffed. “You’re thinking it’s going to be a quick match. Typical. You can’t see past my non-existent façade because you can’t see past your own prejudice of the world.” Bayley stepped to stand toe to toe with her. “I will see you there. And the Bayley you will finally see will be the one who has always been here. But now she’ll be against you. And you won’t be able to get up off the mat.”

A techie flagged you down. The second to last match was about to start. “Um, Sasha. Your match against Alexa and Mickie James? Who is your partner?”

Ember stepped back into the fray. Bayley looked shocked. “She asked me earlier.”

“We are teaming up to whittle down the competition for number one contender,” Sasha quipped. “If you hadn’t cost me everything, I would’ve been there by now. Thankfully,” she threw her arm over Ember’s shoulder, “there are new reliable women in the division.”

Ember looked back as Sasha walked away with her. Bayley looked after them clenching and unclenching her fists, but also breathing wearily on Ember’s behalf.

There was a match between the Authors of Pain and Titus World Wide before the main event. Ember was waiting outside of Gorilla for Sasha when Dana got her attention.

“Best of luck out there tonight. Heads up, the best time to get Alexa is when she has a tantrum. The more you irritate her, the more mistakes she makes.”

“Thanks.” Ember attached her hood, thinking Dana was done.

Dana tapped her shoulder again. “And one more thing, if you’ve got a second.”

“Sure. Any statistics you can give me on opponents would be great.”

“It’s… it’s not about your opponent. It’s about your partner.” Dana shifted her weight and took off her glasses. “Sasha has… a history of turning on people. As long as her plan works, you will be her best friend and you’ll get as many opportunities as Kurt can give us. Once you’re useless, she drops you.” She lightly laid her hand on Ember’s shoulder before the war goddess could speak. “Take it from someone who’s been in a similar situation, the crash and burn ending is not worth it. So, watch your back out there tonight. Like Sasha keeps pointing out, it’s all business.” She nodded and moved out a few seconds before Sasha showed up.

“What’d she want?”

“Nothing.” Ember flipped up her hood. “Let’s do this.”

***

Sasha and Ember were successful and sealed their singles match for who would become the number one contender after Extreme Rules. Like in matches past, Ember brought down the target with an Eclipse, and Sasha locked in the Bank Statement for the tap and win.

Bayley watched from commentary, silent for the last few minutes of the match.

The ref raised Sasha’s hand and she raised up Ember’s. But Ember didn’t celebrate. According to every woman in the locker room, she had just painted a giant target on her back. And was going to make sure she didn’t turn it in Sasha’s direction. She left the ring alone. Walked up the ramp alone. And kept Sasha in her sights all the way until she slipped backstage.

Bayley also had her eyes on Sasha. The Boss was more than happy to have that effect on the women.

“She knows what she wants,” Bayley finally said. “Ember’s going to need to watch her back next week. And she’s going to get her revenge from me at Extreme Rules. But she better watch out. Not all of the Boss’s plans go off without a hitch.”

Part 9: Chance and Consequences

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Family Found Part 5: Making the Connections

June 8, 2018December 11, 2018Aebli Leave a comment

Final battle lines are drawn before Money in the Bank. The Reader finalizes her choice of sides in one instance, and unknowingly blurs the line in another.

Pairing: None

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, a little blood, diabolical actions from everyone

Word Count: 2100

Note: I think I missed a detail last week in that Dean interrupted Elias with a harmonica. Since it shows up again, thought I’d better let you guys know. It’s been fixed on the fic now, sorry about that. Midnight writing is not recommended. Especially two weeks in a row. Please, for my sanity, reblogs and comments greatly appreciated. Tag lists (series, fandoms, characters) and requests open. Enjoy this new chapter!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 4: The Story

June 11, 2018 – Monday Night Raw – Little Rock, AZ

The second the lights came on in the ring, Corey was complaining. If Elias had been able to hear him, he probably would have strummed a special annoying tune just for him. But the Drifter was more focused on getting through at least one song before Money in the Bank, even if “these people don’t deserve it.”

“I’ve got a little something that came to me for my opponent this evening. Neither I or my guitar need any accompaniment, so Dean Ambrose and his crappy harmonica can just stay backstage while I give this music forsaken rock the gift of Elias.” He strummed and gave the ramp a hesitant look. He strummed a bit more and took a breath. Ensured that he was alone, Elias grinned and began. “Out in the desert night there are nothing but stars, but here in Little Rock there only are dirty bars.” He paused for the audience’s disapproval, and then ignored them. “As for the Ambrose that feels right at home-“

Dean’s music cut through, sending Elias into this week’s tizzy. The Lunatic Fringe thought it was hilarious and watched as Elias stomped around the ring and struggled to get out from under his mic. Their match started a few moments later, but the damage was done. Elias was rattled and furious. Unfortunately for him, Dean was the living embodiment of ‘poking the bear.’ Once he had the musician tossed out of the ring, he pulled the harmonica out of his back pocket and reclined on the top ropes. Elias almost looked comical sitting on the floor against a barricade with his hands over his ears.

He rushed the ring, hoping that Dean would get his legs caught up in the ropes. He did for a minute, giving his last-ditch effort time to make it to the ring. Baron Corbin slid into the ring from bell-side. The bell rang, Dean winning by disqualification, but neither Elias nor Baron cared. They kept kicking and punching Dean around the ring.

Party music signaled help was on the way. Everyone was surprised to see No Way Jose run down the ramp and fight the two men off. He helped Dean to his feet and stood at his back while the Lone Wolf and Drifter circled the ring and made their way out of the arena. In celebration, No Way Jose led Dean in dancing to his music.

By the time they were done, Corey begrudgingly announced that Kurt Angle had given the duo a tag-team match against Baron and Elias. Coachman and Cole were enthusiastic about the match, but then turned the viewer’s attention backstage.

Angle was on his phone, waiting for Roman’s appointment about a match for that night. He looked up as the sounds of a scuffle came from outside of his office space. The following shouts sent him into a rush that revealed a grounded Roman covered in pipes and squeezed between two tech boxes. His busted lip was bleeding slowly.

“What is going on here? Who did this?” His face and head darkened a shade redder as everybody helping piped up that they didn’t know. He had to step back as Dean came flying around one corner and almost collided with him, then flattening against a wall as Seth came in too.

“Uce, you good?” Dean helped Roman to his feet while Seth scouted out the third hallway that crossed the one he and Dean came down.

Angle tried to take back control of the moment. “Did you see anything?”

Roman winced and held his ribs. “No. Not really. Not a clear face anyways.” He continued after flustered prompting. “A flash of red hair. Just for a second.”

Seth groaned. “Red hair? Now, who do we know with red hair that has issues with any of us?” He looked pointedly at Angle, who unclipped his radio from his waist.

“Does anyone have eyes on Sami Zayne?”

After a pause, a voice said back, “he’s here in Gorilla.”

The Shield and Angle nodded. The trio left and Angle said, “we’re on our way. Don’t let him leave.”

By the end of the emergency Breezango-Titus World Wide match, they caught up with Sami. He was lounging outside of Gorilla with his legs stretched across a second chair, and Kevin Owens sitting next to him on a third. They both stood and shielded themselves with their seats. Angle was quick to get between the two parties.

“Sami, care to explain where you were about ten minutes ago?”

Sami scoffed. “I wear a hat all the time. How could Roman have seen my hair if I was wearing my hat? Besides, I was here. Waiting for Seth Rollins to get his high and mighty self here so I could answer his open challenge.”

“Oh, really?” Seth reached for the chair in Sami’s hands but was swatted away. “Can anyone verify that?”

“I can.” Kevin raised his hand but immediately returned it to grip the chair as Dean growled at him.

“Anybody reliable?” Seth asked.

A techie with a clipboard and a headset waved to get everyone’s attention. “He’s been here since the show started, Mr. Rollins. Mr. Angle.”

Angle sighed. “Thank you. Dean, make sure Roman gets to the trainer’s room to get checked out. Seth, your open challenge is next with Sami. And Kevin…” He pursed his lips. “Be anyplace but here.”

“But-“

“Complain about it to Stephanie McMahon. See if I care.” Angle left, fiddling with his phone. Kevin sputtered after him, then turned to nearly collide with Roman’s chest.

Roman switched glaring at him and Sami. “I still don’t trust you.” He turned when Seth patted his shoulder.

“Don’t worry. Whether or not Sami did it, I’m going to kick his ass anyway.” Seth smirked and shared a fist bump with Roman before going out to his music.

Seth was ready for Sami the second he made it to the ring. Even before then, he kept watching the crowd for any sign that he was being followed. Sami was still dancing in the stage when Seth handed his belt to the ref. He bounced back and forth in the ring while Sami took his sweet time coming down.

Sami stole Seth’s thunder by motioning for the bell to ring and making the first rush. But he made the mistake of showboating, giving the defending champion a chance to come back. They ignored the yelling as Seth jumped off a ring post. He landed on nothing but canvas as Sami was dragged out of the ring.

Instead of Kevin, Bobby Lashley stood on the outside of the ring patting the shoulder of a bewildered Sami Zayne. Bobby grinned wide, then sucker punched his rival. The ref had to call for the match to be attested to Sami, but because of the disqualification, Seth retained. He called for a mic while Sami rolled on the floor and Bobby strutted around the ring to the ramp. He received one with the Intercontinental Championship, flipping the belt over his shoulder.

“No, no, no, no, no. Sami messing with your end of the match last week was one thing. You messing with my chances of beating him this week? That’s… that’s not cool man.” Seth shook his head and sucked on his teeth. “You guys got issues. But I feel kind of cheated about getting to beat either of you, so how about I talk to Angle here in a minute about seeing you both on Sunday?”

The crowd cheered. Sami leaped to his feet but had to steady on the barricade. Lashley rubbed his hands together and pointed at Seth approvingly.

“And hey,” he continued, “feel free to take your frustrations out on each other. Make my job easy. But the only way that match is ending is how tonight is going to.” Seth dropped the mic and lifted the belt above his head. Satisfied with the display, he took hold of one end and spun it around over his head while his opponents looked on.

Before the main event of the night, you were set to interview two of the fatal four-way match competitors and guest. You were ready with a smile and some serious questions when Ember Moon, Sasha Banks, and Bayley came into view of your camera. There was a quick moment of greeting, then you launched.

“Bayley, after your actions last week cost Ember and Sasha their match last week, what are your plans this week in case one of the women leave the ring due to injury?”

“I’m going to stay backstage.” She laughed. “Though I have some news for you. Angle knows the contract match is at risk. So tonight, before the fatal four-way, I am going to beat Mickie James for the runner-up spot.”

Sasha scoffed. “Your only chance for understudy might be Natalya. You know Alexa won’t flake out tonight or Sunday. Last week she was more than willing to let us pick up her slack. She’s faked injuries in the ring to win matches.”

“Heh, yeah,” Ember chuckled. “Pretending that you dislocated her at the elbow kept you from retaining the Raw Women’s Championship, right?”

Again, Sasha scoffed and rolled her eyes, making her gaze land on your confused face. “You don’t know about that? I thought you were a sports journalist?”

“Well, yes.” You fought to defend yourself. “But everything for this job happened kinda fast. I prepared as much as I could, but I’m only knowledgeable about the last six months or so. Anything before January? I’m in the dark other than picking up on things here and there.”

Ember nudged Sasha in the ribs to keep her from snickering more than she already was. They left for final preparations before their match. Bayley hung back.

“You know, Dana has been with Titus World Wide for a while. She keeps stats on everyone, and probably keeps track of who fights who. You might ask her for some summaries of the drama that goes on around here.”

“Thanks. I’ll do that. Um, good luck on your match tonight.”

Bayley did indeed beat Mickie James for the runner-up spot. If Natalya or Alexa Bliss could not compete on Sunday, Bayley could legally take their place.

In the fatal four-way, Ember momentarily teamed up with Natalya, surprising the other two women. Sasha fought by herself, refusing to make the tiny alliance with Alexa. The Goddess of WWE was more than happy to avoid that as well. Once the lone women were knocked out of the ring, Ember and Natalya could fight one another.

The match came to an end as Ember Eclipsed Alexa, but Sasha moved quick and caught Ember in the Bank Statement. Natalya had no means to interrupt and Ember was left to eventually tap out.

“This Sunday, that contract,” Sasha played to the camera and pointed at the briefcase, “that is mine. And nobody is going to take it away from me.”

“Hey, Y/N.” Dean came up to you at the tail end of the show. Roman was behind him, scanning the hallway over your heads.

“Hey, Dean. Hey, Roman.” Why was he out of the trainer’s room? “Are okay?”

Roman waved away your concern. “Yeah. Random question. Have you happened to see Sheamus tonight?”

“Sheamus?” You scrunched your nose. “Why would he be here? He should be in Memphis or thereabouts for Smackdown.”

“We know, but he’s the only other person that fits into our little…”

“Conundrum,” Dean finished. “If you see him or anything weird, you’ll tell us right?”

“Yeah.” You watched them leave and called after them, “good luck!” When they were out of sight you turned to the techie next to you and took back your clipboard. “Is that why you were here? To beat up Roman?”

The techie tipped back his hood, showing Sheamus underneath. “It was just a little push. Leveling Cesaro’s field a bit. I admit I wasn’t expecting the manhunt this turned out to be.”

You let out a billowed breath. “You’ve got to get out of here.” What about…? “Go down this hallway and use the catering entrance. There are not enough people to check all the doors, and nobody will be expecting you to use a high traffic zone if you haven’t left already. Or so they’ll think. Now get going, before somebody sees you.”

Sheamus replaced his hood, then placed his hand on your shoulder. “Thanks, Y/N.” He walked off, blending with any techies rushing around to close up the show. You just hoped he would make it out.

Part 6: Put in the Work (Money in the Bank)

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Family Found Part 1: Welcome to the Team

May 11, 2018December 11, 2018Aebli Leave a comment

You’ve finally made it to the journalism team of WWE. It wasn’t the plan, but when you’re signed for now to Smackdown, your past seems like it is going to remain where it is. That is, until Kurt Angle calls you in to fill in for Charley. Then you keep finding new ways to make enemies.

Pairing: None, some Sheamus x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: None, some sassy reader

Word Count: 1290

Note: This series is going to be long if I can maintain it like I would like, forewarning. I had two half ideas, then combined them. I have applied for a creative job at WWE, and I’m hoping I can use this as practice for writing a long-term plan. This series is going to run parallel to what’s actually happening each week, but I am going to stick to what I anticipate. I’m not planning on making a tag list for this, but I can make one if you guys would like to be kept informed. So here it goes, and I hope you enjoy every twist and turn.

May 7 – Smackdown Live, Baltimore

You waited anxiously just outside of Gorilla for the match to be over. Though you giggled when Big E was throwing pancakes at Sheamus, your nerves about your first interview as part of the team filled your mind. Cesaro won the pin and you took several deep breaths trying to calm yourself. The Bar took the commercial break to speak with Mr. McMahon. Your cameraman received some news which he passed along to you.

“I knew you c’uld do it.” Sheamus slapped Cesaro across the back in a congratulatory pat, nearly sending his partner stumbling into you as they entered the hallway.

“Excuse me, Cesaro and Sheamus?” You rolled your shoulders; your voice sounded so quiet. Get it together, Y/N! Thankfully, they still noticed you. “Congratulations on your win this evening, Cesaro.”

“Thank you, miss…” Cesaro dropped off, confused.

“Y/N. Um. Next week it has been revealed that The Bar will face New Day for a spot in the Money in the Bank match, but only one teammate of the winning team gets to go. What are your first thoughts about this development?”

They shared a look, then broke into laughter. Sheamus spoke up first. “The only thoughts we have are about which one of us is going to be in the ladder match.” He chuckled and nudged Cesaro. “Today was not Xavier Wood’s day. And it won’t be next week either, or for his other pancake flipping friends.”

“Y/N,” Cesaro said, “whether it’s me or Sheamus climbing that ladder at Money in the Bank, you can be assured that we will level the playing field next week. Because we don’t just set the Bar…”

“We are the bar!” they said in unison.

You took a step back so they could walk past. Sheamus turned at the last second. “Welcome to WWE, Y/N.”

“Thank you,” you squeaked. You leaned back against the wall as your cameraman sat his gear on a crate. It was only your first day on the main roster, but if you didn’t work the nerves out of your system soon, then it might be one of your last.

May 14 – Monday Night Raw, London

Kurt Angle was typing away on his phone when you entered his hall space. “Ah, Miss Y/L/N, thanks for coming in on such short notice.”

“No problem.” You shifted your weight from one foot to the other. So much for trying to avoid being on Raw. “How can I help?”

“Charley is out sick, and since you came all this way for Smackdown tomorrow, Paige suggested that you could fill in. You up for it?”

You nodded. “Yes, sir. Where do I need to go?”

Angle motioned to one side where a man waved at you. “Our stage manager will make sure you’re mic-ed and will get you where you need to be. And thank you for stepping up.” You didn’t have time to respond as the stage manager guided you down the hall. At least tonight you weren’t likely to run into the impending problem you were doing your best to avoid.

A few minutes later you were waiting to speak to Elias before his match. Finally, you heard his strumming and saw him turn the corner.

“Elias?” You paused as Elias stopped strumming. “With your loss to Bobby Roode last week, what is your plan to claim a place at the Money in the Bank?” You held out your mic.

Elias looked at the mic. Then at you. Then he looked further down the hall and continued to strum, walking away. You sighed and grit your teeth. It was beginning to feel like one of those nights.

It continued to be one of those nights with your interview with Alexa later on. She and Mickie James walked up laughing at something Alexa said. You started your question a few times, but Alexa kept ignoring you to say things to Mickie about Nia Jax.

“And then she has the audacity to make that little speech about standing up for yourself like she didn’t just beat me down after already having stolen my title.”

“Excuse me, Ms. Bliss,” you said as loudly as you dared, “may I ask you a few questions about your next steps after all the losses piling up behind you.” That wasn’t the original question, but you were getting testy.

“My losses?” Alexa sucked her teeth. “They are where they are supposed to be: behind me. I am not going to let that bully Nia keep me down. I don’t care if I have to fight all the women in the division for the Money in the Bank briefcase, I will get my title back, and then nobody is going to touch it again.” She looked back at Mickie, who sagely nodded in agreement. Alexa sniffled and cupped her hands over her chest. “You’re new here, so you can’t possibly understand the cruelty I have survived at the hands of Nia Jax. Well, I say no more. Sooner rather than later, Nia is going to pay for everything she has done to me.”

Although you were keeping your face stoic in an attempt to remain neutral, a disbelieving snort escaped.

Alexa gasped. “What? Go on. I can handle it. Is it a short joke to add to my trauma?”

This chick.

“I’m sure I could come up with some if you’d like, but I don’t want to add to your ‘woe is me’ complex. Actually, if you can’t convince Kurt Angle to let you into the Money in the Bank match, what would you like to say to Nia as she continues to hold the Raw Women’s Championship?”

Both Alexa and Mickie’s jaws dropped. Alexa stamped her foot. She tried to say something, but it came out as sputtering. She took a deep breath and turned back to Mickie.

“See, everyone is against me.” Glancing at you, she squinted her eyes. “When I beat Nia and win back my championship, everybody will show some respect for the only goddess of WWE.” They marched off, leaving you with a mixture of fearful and relieved emotions.

May 15 – Smackdown Live, London

You cut your shout of delight short as Sheamus pinned Big E. He quickly met Cesaro outside the ring and they left up the ramp cheering and patting each other on the back. You’d only been here two weeks and you were already starting to pick favorites.

“Y/N, good to see you,” Cesaro said, nearly bumping into you for the second week in a row.

“Good to see you guys too. So, time for the inevitable question. Which-“

“Which one of us is going to be in the ladder match?” Sheamus finished your question and looked at Cesaro. “If I have anything to say about it, it’s going to be this man right here.” He slapped Cesaro across the chest, who reeled back, flattered.

“Ho, no, no.” Cesaro bumped shoulders with Sheamus. “We know who can do it because he’s done it before. Sheamus will win the contract.”

All you could do was stand and smile while they went back and forth with several “no, you!” Sheamus saw your bemused expression and stopped the cycle.

“Okay, so we haven’t really talked ‘bout it. We wanted to focus on one match at ta time, and now that we have one, we will consider all options. We’ll let you know by the end of the night.”

You tilted your head in confusion. “You mean you’ll let Paige know by the end of the night.”

“Right. Paige.”

“Either way, congratulations, and I can’t wait to hear what you guys decide. Thank you for your time.” You left with a smile.

Smackdown was already beginning to feel like home.

Part 2: Altercations

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Jealous

September 29, 2017Aebli Leave a comment

The reader is teaming up with Mustafa Ali for a match, but Elias doesn’t like how handsy the cruiserweight is. The Drifter takes the reader to a dark corner to remind her who completes her best.

Pairing: Elias Samson x Reader (Y/N), appearances by Mustafa Ali and Alexa Bliss

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, threat of being seen, slight dom!Elias, oral (male & female receiving), dirty talk + name calling, language

Word Count: ~1920

Note: It is still my opinion that there is not enough Elias smut. So here is another fic for your pleasure. Please let me know if you enjoyed it with likes, comments, and reblogs. If you have an idea for an Elias fic (or for any WWE, Supernatural, Marvel, or DC character) send me a request! My tag lists are open. Again, thank you guys so much. Please enjoy!

“Okay, when you jump, make sure to keep your feet together.” Mustafa Ali’s voice sounded far away even though he was standing right behind you. But he had his feet on the canvas; yours were balancing precariously on the ropes. “Jump when you’re ready. I’ll catch you.”

“Jump. Right,” you mumbled. You always hated backflips. And jumping into unknown airspace in general. “Just jump?”

“And I’ll catch you. You’ve got this.”

With a final deep breath, you bent your knees to the proper tension level. Then you hopped from one rope to the other before launching yourself in the air to form Mustafa’s Spanish Springboard flip. You planked where he would usually grab his opponent so his arms could catch your waist. Seconds after he caught you, he tossed you again to flip you so he could hold you bridal-style.

“See! That was fantastic. When we face Sasha and Swann we’re sure to win.”

“I’ll agree with you when my legs stop feeling like jello. Thanks for stepping up to help with Sasha. She knew I don’t really know anyone in the cruiserweights and thought I’d back down if she teamed up with Swann. Management wouldn’t let Elias help.”

“No problem. I’m glad to help.”

You couldn’t help but notice how close his face was. Almost nose to nose. “You can put me down now.”

Mustafa blinked a few times. “Oh. Sure.” He gently dropped your feet and kept his hand on the small of your back till you were steady. “Do you want to try again, or…”

“Maybe later. I’m meeting up with Alexa in catering.” You exited the ring and grabbed your stuff. “Thanks for the lesson, Mustafa.” You didn’t stay to hear his reply. Maybe if you had you would have noticed the familiar figure in the shadows of the arena watching the whole thing.

After changing into some sweats and a tank top you grabbed some food with Alexa. She was excited for your visitor match on 205 but not so much with your Springboard lesson.

“Does Elias know this happened? Is he the jealous type?”

“Not really. He knows I’d never leave him, so there’s really no point for him to be jealous.”

Alexa shrugged and the conversation moved on the other topics. You didn’t think anything of hearing Elias’s footsteps behind you, or when his arm wrapped around your waist.

You did gasp in surprise when he lifted you out of your chair and threw you over his shoulder.

“Elias! What are you doing? Where are we going?” Question after question fell from your lips but he remained as silent as ever.

“Do you need some help?” Alexa asked with a smile.

“I don’t think so. But I’ll let you know!” you called as Elias rounded a corner.

He didn’t say a word as he carried you through what seemed to be the most populated and busy places of the arena tunnels. You even passed Mustafa at one point; he looked up at you sheepishly before avoiding your gaze. The hallways got darker and people became less frequent. Finally, he stopped in a corner with a broken light. He slapped your ass before dropping you to your feet.

“Now are you going to tell me what’s going on?” You rubbed your backside as it tingled from his rough touch. Rough, but infuriatingly arousing. You hoped this was going where it seemed to be going.

“How much did he touch you?” Elias’s voice sent heat pooling in your stomach. You had to wet your lips to reply.

“Not much. He had to catch me a few times. In theory that’s not going to happen anymore if you’re worried about it.” Maybe if you… you hummed as you lightly ran your fingers over his crossed arms. “Are you jealous?” You squeaked as his arms suddenly caged you between him and the wall. Perfect.

“I don’t know,” he rumbled, “do I need to be jealous?” Your breath hitched in your throat as he leaned in to ghost his lips over your ear, his tongue darting out to lick the shell.

“Never, Elias.” Your resolve slipped and you turned your head to catch him in a kiss. Instead, he backed away with a grin, licking his lips as you whined.

“Easy with the music, sweetheart. Someone could walk this way any minute. And I am not sharing.”

With a nod of his head and a moan from you, you sank to your knees before him. Elias stepped back a bit and smirked down at you as he loudly unclasped his belt buckle and pushed his jeans down his hips. You couldn’t help but grin as he brought his cock closer to your lips. They parted without further prompting.

You flicked your tongue out to lave over his tip, then sloppily kissed your way up and down his length. A low groan escaped his lips as you began to swallow your way further and further. Taking a moment to control your gag reflex, you took him deeper into your throat and hummed. Elias’s hand shot to the back of your head, gripping your hair tightly. He didn’t add pressure to your bobbing but reminded you who was in control. His hips bucked, forcing his tip into the back of your throat. He eased out before you could gag. Elias slowly worked his cock back past your lips once you had taken a few solid breaths. You relaxed your jaw as he began to roll his hips. You ran your tongue along his underside and brought your hand up to toy with his balls. The taste of his precum spread through your mouth, making you smile around his length. You watched his face contort in bliss and listened to his strained groans and grunts.

Your panties were wet and seeping into your sweatpants. You drummed your fingers on Elias’s thighs to keep them from wandering down to please yourself. If you were good, the wait would be worth it.

Between hollowing your cheeks and humming in pleasure as his cock worked through your lips, you felt his length give an extra twitch. His hips stopped moving and his fingers pulled back on your hair. You let him go with a satisfying pop. Elias’s face was flushed; his eyes gleamed down at you above his heaving chest.

Elias tugged you to your feet by your shoulders. He wrapped his fingers tightly in your hair as he captured your lips in a bruising kiss. “Hmm, you taste like… mine.” You moaned into his mouth, ignorant of where his hands were moving till one dipped into your ring gear and fingers ran over the dampness of your panties. He rested his head on your forehead. “So wet for me? And you didn’t touch yourself the whole time?”

“No. No, sir.” Your heart skipped a beat as Elias’s eyebrow hitched. You had never called him that before. Then he smirked.

“Good girl.”

A thrill shot through you and you melted into his arms. The next thing you knew, your sweats and panties were on the floor. You barely had time to step out of them before Elias was hoisting you over his shoulders and burying his face into your heat. You slapped your hand over your face to muffle the cries of pleasure as he breathed warm air onto your pussy and then began to dip his tongue into your hole. Before long, your body was shiny with sweat and your blood raced through your veins so hot you shivered. Elias didn’t stop as you threaded your fingers through his hair and steadied yourself against the wall.

“You taste so good, Y/N. Better than a melody.” He sucked on your clit, chuckling as your hips ground onto his face. “Come when you are ready, but I want to hear you. Hold nothing back.” Elias growled low one more time, then inserted two fingers into you and continued to lap at your gushing slick. He moaned as your thighs tightened around his head. He worked faster, harder, moving and staying in just the right places in time with your sounds. Your throat was sore from holding back your cries; you let them loose, mangled as they were, like he told you.

His fingers curled into your perfect spot, sending you crashing over the edge. The sensations buzzed through you. Your thighs quaked around his head. Your hips bucked into his face as Elias worked you down from the high. He lowered you to rest on his hips, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist. He kissed your closed eyelids.

“Do you have one more in you?”

You could feel his length trapped between your torsos. Looking down, his tip was an angry red and still weeping from sucking him off. You nodded and wiggled your hips attempting to sink down on him. Elias pulled you up close to his face.

“Eager?”

“For you? Always.”

His face brightened into a rare smile. He crashed his lips into yours, working his tongue into your mouth as he slowly eased you down his length. His hands gripped under your ass, guiding you up and down till he was fully sheathed. Elias steadied himself on the wall, slightly crushing you under his weight. His hips refused to move till you constricted your legs around his waist and tightened your walls around his length. He gave a few test thrusts, then he was relentless.

The dark hallway echoed with the sound of his flesh snapping up to meet yours, with the sound of your high-pitched moans, and with his grunts and growls. Your lungs rushed to keep up. Elias gritted his teeth and gripped your ass harder. There would be bruises; you welcomed them. Elias leaned his head down next to your ear.

“You gonna come on my cock like the slut you are? No one fills you like I do. No one gets to touch you like I do. Feel you. Kiss you. Your skin is for my fingertips alone.” His voice cracked and he pistoned his hips faster than you thought possible.

“Only yours, Elias. Only… oh, I’m gonna… please, Elias. Right there.” You bit down on his shoulder to silence your scream as he twisted his hips until he found the place that made your toes curl, your back arch, and your body shiver. Your fingers dug half-moons into his shoulders as he chased his release, prolonging yours.

Elias’s hips faltered, then stilled as rope after rope coated your walls. His strong arms held onto you till you had the strength to stand on your own feet. You ran your fingertips over the mark where you bit him, giving him a worried look.

“I like it,” he said. “Marks me as yours.” He kissed your forehead and gave you his arm to lean on to put your sweatpants back on. Once you were clothed, he pinned you to the wall with his chest. “And my mark is dribbling down your leg. Go grab your stuff so we can go back to the hotel. I want to take my time with you. Don’t make me go in there to get you or it could get,” he shoved his hand under the band of your sweats and thumbed at your sensitive clit, “messy.”

He stepped out of the way and watched as you ran off like a shot. While you would never purposely make him jealous, you couldn’t argue with the results.

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Family Found Part 23: Sunday is Set

Family Found Part 14: This Isn’t Over

What I Started

Family Found Part 8: Focused on Alignments

Family Found Part 5: Making the Connections

Jealous