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Family Found Part 26: Missing

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Survivor Series creeps closer, but Y/N is trying her best to keep the peace until the night of the PPV. Several parties are focused on making her job miserable and unexpected.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence

Word Count: 4060

Note: It’s a fun week! Super short match descriptions because there’s a lot of them and a lot more to get through. Requests and tag lists open as always. Feedback super appreciated when given. Enjoy!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 25: Trick or Treat (Evolution)

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Monday Night Raw – November 5, 2018

You didn’t retaliate on Smackdown for their attempted invasion of Raw. Instead, a week later you were watching the recap of last Tuesday’s show in your office. Carmella and Asuka were to be part of the women’s team, and then Rusev on the men’s. You were just finishing watching Andrade Cien Almas beat the Miz for a team spot when Baron Corbin walked it.

“What, you didn’t watch it live last week?” he mocked. “Startin’ out as a model GM, Y/N.”

With a chuckle, you turned off the video. “I did actually. Then wanted to rewatch it while I set up the matches for tonight. By the end of Raw, both teams will have all their members and then we can start work finding the captain among them.” You sighed as Baron smugly shifted the Intercontinental title on his shoulder. “Did you want something, Baron?”

“Yeah. I know I’ve got a spot against the US Champ, Shinsuke Nakamura at Survivor Series, but I want to be that fightin’ champion everybody kept harping on. Do I have your permission to host an open challenge, oh great general manager of Raw?” He gave you a mock bow.

“Permission granted. Is right now alright with his majesty?”

He growled but nodded. “Now is great. Thanks.”

Baron Corbin leaving your office was turning into your favorite thing.

***

The open challenge was answered faster than Baron could offer it. He smirked at the stage as Seth Rollins answered the call and rushed down to the ring. They were locked in a close assault before the bell rang.

Seth was the first to lose ground. He found himself backed into a corner where Baron could attack his ribs several times before the ref’s five-count. Once they were separated, he was able to gain enough of a momentum and upper hand to have Baron scrambling to stay away from him in the ring. And out of it, though never for long as the champ played ‘keep-away’ with his own body.  

It was a mistake to toss Baron towards the floor so close to a ring post. He swung back in and started punching at Seth from behind, taking back his own upper hand. He was the first to try for a series of pins, each one jumping closer to a three-count than the last. He was about to spin Seth in a Deep Six when the ref was pulled out of the ring. For several seconds, Baron waited for him to start the count before he noticed he was missing.

On the floor, Elias was debating with the ref about some trivial rule. The ref continuously tried to send him away and get back into the ring, but Elias was persistent. He was persistent long enough for Seth to catch his breath and wobble to his feet. When he noticed, he let the ref go with a thank you and stepped away from the ring.

Baron turned just in time to take a kick to the stomach, and then the canvas raced towards his face as a boot caught the back of his neck in a curb stomp. He was too addled and curled up to hear or see the count, and kicked out a second too late.

Once again, Seth was the Intercontinental Champion, and he was conflicted about the fact that Elias had helped him win. He escaped the ring before Baron could retaliate, and left for the locker room to think it over.

***

Backstage, Charly Caruso caught up with Elias. “Can you tell us why you helped Seth Rollins win the title match?”

He stopped. And smiled. “I’ve beaten Seth before. And I can do it again. I know what my strengths are, and I know when to give up on ever wanting a fair match with Baron.”

“You don’t think it’s a little… hypocritical to cost Baron the match and the title this way?”

Elias scrunched his brow. “Why, yes.” He waved away the obvious statement and continued with more truths. “I’ll have my title back soon. Because for all of Seth’s talk, he’s not willing to risk absolutely everything for the gold. He’s done too much of that already.”

***

The two following matches were for the next positions on Team Raw. The first was Ember Moon versus Mickie James. Ember was still running on her high from Evolution and was using it well except for one thing. Mickie was still running hot from her loss at Evolution.

They fought hard, but quick. Neither wanted a long, drawn-out fight for something each woman assumed was her right. Mickie for her time in the WWE, and Ember for winning the royal last week. The ref had to do his best to stay out of their way as they rushed around the ring, cornering each other and springing off the ropes. You would have been pleased to have either woman on the team. When it came down to the end, the high of an Evolution win outweighed the loss, and Ember claimed her spot with a Total Eclipse.

The second was between Mojo Rawley and Bobby Roode. They too wanted a quick match. Mojo had been fingertips away from several title opportunities and hoped that helping the men’s team win at Survivor Series would give him another one. Bobby, on the other hand, wanted the team spot for its own prestige. He’d been part of the team last year for Smackdown and wanted a double set.

It was power at full throttle down to the last seconds. Mojo had Bobby in his sights and smiled as his opponent straggled around. But it was a ruse. Bobby twisted at the last second and used a deep angle of leverage to keep Mojo’s shoulders against the canvas. He tried to show some sportsmanship by offering to help Mojo to his feet. Mojo refused in favor of rolling out of the ring and walking away on his own two feet.

***

Dr. M and Braun took their position by the backstage screen to watch the next match. It was the second and final triple-threat to determine who they would face next week for the tag team titles. At another screen, Drake Maverick and the Authors of Pain, last week’s winners, also watched the Ascension, then Titus World Wide, and finally the Revival make their way to the ring.

It was a different dichotomy of teams. All three teams had strong power tactics that worked best with quick tag exchanges. This backfired when everybody was doing the same thing as it was difficult to tire one another out. Titus thought he noticed first. He sent Apollo to trip up Konnor but missed seeing both members of the Revival entering the ring.

They quickly took control of the ring. Titus’s plan helped them by making sure Viktor had no one to tag, and also kept Apollo on the wrong side of the ring. They each pinned a man, even if only Dash Wilder was legal. Scott Dawson rushed the ref to lift their arms in victory, then rushed his partner out of the ring before the other two angry teams could recover.

***

When the show came back from commercial, Elias was awaiting his opponent for the Raw elimination team spot having given the crowd a quick private concert. Going by the surge in the arena’s Wi-Fi usage, it was going to be a viral hit. He cocked his head with a confused smile as Curt Hawkins’s music hit.

“I know what all of you are thinking,” he stated. “Curt Hawkins hasn’t won a match in forever, why should we trust him to be on the team? I’m glad you asked. I’ll tell you why. I’m going to be on the Raw Survivor Series team because the streak ends tonight when I pin Elias. And luckily for you, he was so nervous about our match that he cut his concert short. You’re welcome.”

Elias growled. If he had his way, this was going to be a short match.

Unfortunately for Curt, he did. That last little jab had irritated Elias enough that he did every debilitating move he knew. Before long, Curt was gasping for breath and crawling back into the ropes for a reprieve. He tumbled out an apology, but Elias ignored him and pulled him back into the ring. A halo powerbomb later, Elias had the team spot and Curt had another tally for his lost matches.

Jinder entered immediately afterward, flanked by Sunil and Samir Singh. He congratulated Elias on his way out of the ring. The Singhs helped Curt roll out of the other side of the ring so that it would be clear for Jinder’s entrance. Elias watched, bemused, then started to leave as Chad Gable’s music it. He eagerly went through his opening moves but was sent crashing forward.

Behind him, Baron stood to his full height and stared Elias down. They gave each other a wide birth, then went their opposite ways, which included Baron to the ring to take Chad’s place in the match.

Despite already having a match earlier in the night, Baron had Jinder on the offensive for most of the match. If he wasn’t going to be a manager, and wasn’t going to Survivor Series as a champion, then he was going to do everything he could to get into the PPV. Beating Jinder was his best chance. But Jinder had the Singhs, and they wanted to back up the man they thought deserved the spot more. For every advance he made, the brothers were there at the ropes to distract him. But it was always in view of the ref. They weren’t going to hit him. That would give Baron the spot. Their distractions almost cost Baron the match several times as Jinder used them to his advantage.

Still, despite the exhaustion and the handicap, Baron won. He smirked as he left the arena having successfully stolen his position at Survivor Series.

***

“Come in,” you said to the knocking at your door. You instantly regretted it. “What do you want, Dolph?”

He strutted into the room. “I have a proposition for you. I’ve already run it by Finn Balor, and he was agreed. I want a match with him tonight. It’s not a title match, but if I win, I get to be in the match against AJ Styles at Survivor Series.” He smiled brightly and shrugged with the self-brilliance of his plan.

You were not convinced. “What do you gain by being in that match? You can’t win both titles because the heavy-weight title belongs to Smackdown. Being in the match is going to change that-“

“I know, I know-“

“And it would be uneven. Paige and Shane would want to find someone from their roster to make it even.”

“That’s fine. Hey,” he nudged at you, “maybe Sheamus will take up that challenge.”

It took considerable effort not to react. “Do you have a point to being in this match, or is it just your usual ego?”

He held his hands up in defense and took a step back. “Here’s the thing, if I win tonight and help Finn at Survivor Series, he’s agreed to give me a title opportunity. A pre-selected open challenge. Call him, if you don’t believe me.”

You squinted at him. “Why would he need help with Styles? I have full confidence that Finn could beat him as he is.”

“You might have that confidence, but does Finn? He is going as a human after all.” He waited on bated breath.

Despite your better judgment, you agreed to the match and hoped it wasn’t a great con. “Fine. But I still don’t think you need to get involved. I’ll let Finn know about this match. You… do whatever it is you do before a match.”

***

Before the main event, there were still two matches to find out the last two women members of the Raw team. Up first was Alicia Fox versus Alexa Bliss. They started by smiling at each other good-naturedly. It was an opportunity like any other. No need to lose their heads.

Then the bell rang.

Alicia had been the captain last year, but Alexa wanted that spot this year. They expressed that vehemently by tossing each other around the ring. Out of the ring. Back into the ring. Rinse and repeat. A Twisted Bliss sealed the deal. She twisted the knife by asking if she could borrow Alicia’s captain’s gear once she had that too. Alicia screamed her out of the ring.

Nia Jax was up next against the returned Tamina. They’d had a moment at Evolution and wanted to continue it here. The ref was wise to stay out their way. Neither was used to being tossed around like a rag doll, but they enjoyed doing the same to the other woman.

Again and again, they took turns throwing the other to the canvas, desperately trying for a pin. When even that didn’t work, they took to the ropes, used one level, then two, to give them a height advantage and an extra boost from gravity. It was one such drop from Nia that caught Tamina in the chest. She was too busy fighting to breathe to kick out. Nia had the last spot on the women’s team.

All of Raw’s elimination tag teams were set.

***

True to your assumptions, Finn had no plans on actually letting Dolph into his match with Styles. He didn’t let up, didn’t let Dolph have enough room to breathe, much less fight back. To him, this was just another practice round for Survivor Series, but convincing Dolph to accept the match had been surprisingly easy once he had a good enough prize. A prize he was never going to give.

Dolph’s ego took as many hits as his body did. The coup de gras probably hurt his pride more than his chest, though his chest hurt too. He rolled to the end of the ring, trying to catch Finn’s boots before he left. He was unsuccessful and had to watch Finn’s smug face as he walked up the ramp.

“I am enough just as I am,” Finn called back. “Man or demon, this,” he held the Universal title up, “is mine. And it’s gonna be for a long time. You should do best to remember t’at.”

Dolph could do nothing but glower at him.

***

Backstage, there was pandemonium. Dean followed the commotion to several refs and trainers helping Braun out from under a pile of steel supports and chairs. The fallen monster was ignoring everybody’s questions but looked him dead in the eye.

“They got her. Shane McMahon and a bunch of Smackdown. They took Y/N.”

Dean ran his hands through his hair, fighting to take deep breaths. Everybody stilled and looked at him. He swallowed hard. “Stick to the plan. We know where she’ll be.”

***

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Smackdown Live – November 6, 2018

Considering you didn’t really want to be there, you were happy to receive a warm applause. Paige and Shane walked you down to the ring for your official ‘welcome to Smackdown Live.’

“Thanks for that,” you asked once they were done. “And thanks for the shirt, though I would have preferred something a bit more…” you looked down at the blue t-shirt, “something red. But, no harm, no foul. I do have to ask, though. What exactly is the plan? Do I hang out with you guys until Survivor Series, or…?”

Shane patted your shoulder. “Don’t worry about the plan. All you have to do tonight is watch the show.”

“I do that anyway. But usually from home.”

“Well, this week you’ll be watching it here. Not here,” he rushed to add, motioning at the ring, “not in the arena. We don’t want you interfering in anything.”

You pseudo-gasped. “I would never.”

Paige sniggered and jumped in before Shane could say anything more. “Baby Girl, You’re also going to be watching the show with me. Maybe grab some coffee, have a little discussion about our shows. Manager to manager.”

This was going to be fun. “Okay then. I look forward to watching the show with such a guide. When do we start?”

She directed you to the ropes. “Right now if you’ll come this way.” Shane sat on the rope so you both could leave.

***

Her office was probably more comfortable than yours ever had been. A leather couch, her own coffee machine, and a large flat screen to watch the show on. Which you did. Together you watched as Jeff Hardy and Kofi Kingston fought for a spot on the Smackdown elimination team. Kofi won, but by then your discussion had digressed more into the wrestlers themselves than their matches.

“Right? Like, seriously, how can anyone have that much luggage?”

You huffed in agreement and fell back into the couch. “Can I ask how you guys have built up your tag teams so well? They seem very established and everybody looks super strong. How did you-“

“Easy, miss-former-journalist.” Paige laughed. “Can’t give away all our secrets.”

There was a knock at the door. Tye Dillinger entered, wearing his usual expression when R-Truth was a little confused about matches. The said man was right behind him. “Paige, Miss Y/N, I want to face Breezango at Survivor Series with my buddy… Tye Dillinger.” He slapped a hand onto Tye’s shoulder, who didn’t even flinch.

The two of you shared a look. You shrugged. “Why not?” You bit back a giggle as Tye’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. “But I do have to tell you, Officer Fandango hasn’t been cleared to fight yet. Do you think you could fight Officer Breeze alone, but with Mr. Dillinger in your corner. I’m sure we could convince Fandango to be in Breeze’s.”

He nodded and held out his hand for you to shake. “That will be sufficient. Thank you. Tye?” He turned to face his friend. “Time to find Carmella, and to begin training.”

The two of you giggled as they left. Paige nodded. “That’s going to be a great match. Kinda wish I’d thought of it first.”

You tapped your bottom lip. “If I give you the credit, can you set up a match tonight for a coed tag team. I’ll set up a match with my group… assuming I’m there to do it. Something Like what we’ve been doing with the Mixed Match Challenge, but at Survivor Series.”

Again, Paige nodded. “I can arrange that right now.” She stood to leave and you moved to follow. “Oh, no. You can stay here. I’ll just be a minute, but in the meantime…” she poked her head out the door and waved somebody over, “you are not going to be left unattended. Sheamus.” The Irishman towered into view. “Don’t let her out of your sight. I’ll send someone to swap with you before your match.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, looking at you. As Paige left, he joined you on the couch to watch the next match.

***

Jey Uso was just finishing pinning Aiden English, but Sheamus was getting antsy. “Where are they?” He checked his phone again.

You laughed. “Roll a crate in front of the door if you have to but don’t be late for your match on my account.”

“I can’t-“

“We’re here!” Xavier Woods ran in. He bent over, panting. “We… whew, we made it. You’re good… to go to your match. E is… was right behind me.” He gave Sheamus a thumbs up as the man left for his match.

With a sigh, you started to drag Xavier to the door. “Come on. This fridge is out of water, and I’m not going to let you pass out.”

“But Paige said-“

“We’ll pass E in the hallway and then there’ll be two of you. Come on.”

He let himself be led along.

***

Sheamus made it to Gorilla in time for his entrance. He and Cesaro met Sanity in the ring or one last fight to see who would be taking the tag titles to Survivor Series. As champions, The Bar had to advantage that if either of them was hit by the third Sanity teammate, they would win through disqualification. They were trying their best to rile up Alexander Wolfe when they should have been more focused on Killian Dain tagging in from Eric Young.

The Swiss Cyborg turned a second to late and was taken to the mat. Wolfe played his part by keeping Sheamus on the floor and far away from preventing the count. Young was grabbing the belts while the bell was still ringing, ensuring they could make a quick escape as the new champions.

***

Paige flattened her palms against one another and placed them over her lips. Beside her, Shane took a deep breath. “Let’s try this again. Where is Y/N?”

The members of the New Day frantically looked between themselves. E shrugged. “She’s not missing, exactly. She’s probably in the building…”

“Probably?” Shane burst. He caught himself and turned to face anywhere but the trio.

Paige took over, calm for the most part. “You know who else might ‘probably’ be in the building by now? All of Raw’s roster! We have to find her.”

Xavier nodded. “Yep. Agreed. Getting right on that.” They left hurriedly, leaving their managers to silently panic.

***

You weren’t lost. You knew exactly where you were.

In the ring. Wearing a bright red shirt and holding a large flag with Raw’s logo on it. And you had a mic.

“How’s your guy’s night been so far?” You couldn’t hold back a laugh. “I have to say, it’s been pretty boring on my end. It was almost like being a human token in some version of capture the flag. But once they had me, Paige and Shane didn’t know what to do with me. If their plan was to throw Raw into chaos, I didn’t hear any news reports about anything burning down. Which is exactly why I didn’t leave Seth Rollins in charge.”

Paige and Shane came running out to the ring. He was too out of breath, so Paige had to talk. “You keep talking like you’ve escaped already. Maybe the plan is to strand you here.”

“I’m not too bothered,” you said twirling the flag.

“And why…” Shane puffed, recovering, “why is that? You’ve got nowhere to run, and no one to help you.”

“Oh really?” You bit your lip to hide a giggle. “Then how did I get the flag?” Your grin bubbled over as Braun’s music sounded. The managers backed down the ramp as he came on stage. Eventually, they joined you in the ring, while he stayed on the floor. You patted Shane’s shoulder. “Don’t worry. He’s only my exit strategy. Did you really think I wouldn’t have a contingency plan for this?”

He sputtered. “No. How-”

“Did you really think a few guys were going to be enough to take out Braun? Sweeties, he let them win that little tiff.”

Paige sputtered too.

“And you guys didn’t check to see if I had my phone with me? Amateurs. Really, I’d call it stupid, but it was stupid of you guys to have the idea in the first place.” You mouthed ‘now, now’ when Paige pointed at Shane. “I’m the person you know the least about. I have no wrestling history, and I’m only been in the company for not even six months.”

“But you’re a journalist.” Shane shook his head.

He wasn’t wrong; not entirely. “I was, yeah. A journalist who had delusions of grandeur and traveling the dangerous world. And, as it turns out… I’m very good at chess.”

You distanced yourself from them and walked to the side where Braun was. Gently, you arranged the flag in the ropes as if claiming the ring.

“If you’re smart,” you continued, “you’ll take my advice and wait until Survivor Series before doing anything else. And I might, might, not retaliate more than this conversation we just had.”

Braun helped you off the apron and waved with you towards the managers. Then, as your music played, you left Smackdown Live.

Part 27: Powerhouses  

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Family Found Part 25: Trick or Treat (Evolution)

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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!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 24: Shattered (TLC)

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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?”

Ember took his hand. “For now.”

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Family Found Part 23: Sunday is Set

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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

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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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Family Found Part 21: Your Catastrophe

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It’s the first week as an official co-manager of Raw with Baron Corbin. That would be fine… if he wasn’t rewriting everything the Reader had planned for the show.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, Baron being a jerk

Word Count: 1864

Note: Again, super rushed, sorry. This week has been hard, but I’m hoping to get back into the swing of things over the next couple of days. And I am super excited for what I’ve got in store for TLC. If WWE doesn’t put it out there first. Which is seriously my biggest fear right now since what I’ve been writing (and planned months ago; i.e. Drew’s test of loyalties last week) has been so close to what has been actually happening on the show. Keep your fingers crossed that I can keep giving you guys unique content. Happy reading! Any and all feedback super appreciated!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 20: Handling It

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Monday Night Raw – October 1, 2018 – Seattle, WA

No Way Jose’s peppy music started the night. He danced out with his conga line in tow, ready for his chance at participating in the TLC Intercontinental Championship fatal-four-way. He made his way around the ring and then danced in the center of it. Just as he finished, there was a record scratch followed by a bit of silence. Jose grinned as the stage lit up with Dolph Ziggler’s pink and star-studded entrance. Dolph came out, flanked by Drew McIntyre. They gave each other a fist bump before the Scottish Psychopath left, rushing to leave before the conga line could catch up with him.

The match was fast paced. Dolph’s speed and Jose’s sense of rhythm made for some interesting combinations of attacks and reversals. The longer it went on, the more Dolph became agitated. So much so, that he eventually went for a steel chair.

He swung it wildly while the referee stayed between him and Jose. The ref bounced off the canvas as Dolph shoved him to one side. As the chair descended onto Jose’s shoulders and back, the bell rang for the disqualification. He continued the assault until Jose stopped moving, whether from true injury or the illusion of one to end the fight. Dolph dropped the chair in one corner and froze. With a growl, he realized what he had just thrown away.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Baron Corbin walked out onto the stage. “Considering the circumstances, this match is still not finished.” Jose’s head wearily popped up. “It is going to start with a no disqualification stipulation. Ref, if you would.” He waited for the signal and the bell, then smiled.

Jose wobbled to his feet. Dolph picked the chair up again and swung. The first one was easily avoided, the second one not so much as Jose was too slow in seeing the chair approaching his stomach. He bent forward, then arched to stretch out the pain. Dolph used the stretch to use a Zig-Zag, winning the match.

***

Baron walked backstage and nearly ran into you. “What was that?” you demanded. “There was no call for that. Dolph cheated and that should have been it.”

He moved to push by you, but you stood in the way. He sighed. “You need to leave your personal vendetta against Dolph out of this. It’s up to us to make fair decisions and to reopen opportunities when they’ve been cut short.”

“Fair? It what you did had been fair, all of the matches would be no DQ.”

“That’s a great idea.” He heavily dropped his hand onto your shoulder, ignoring how you immediately pushed it away. “I’m glad you thought of it. I’ll make sure those rules are in place for Seth Rollin’s match against Jinder Mahal next week.” He turned with a short laugh.

“What? No, Corbin!” You had to fight not to stomp your foot like a child. No matter how much his retreating form irritated you.

***

There was another round planned for a spot in the women’s number one contender’s match at TLC. Natalya had left it up to you to make sure the right people made it to the match. It wasn’t hard considering Ruby Riott had already been planned to fight Nia Jax. What seemed to always be out of your reach was the Riott Squad’s ability to slip past security and make it to ringside.

Nia wasn’t worried. She wanted her title back and she was going to get it, no matter how many women she had to cut through. In no time at all, she had the upper hand and Ruby had retreated to a corner to whisper with her friends. Nia grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back into the center of the ring. Out of sight, Liv Morgan and Sarah Logan circled the ring. The ref was too busy making sure Nia let go of Ruby’s hair to notice as they crept onto the apron.

With a series of kicks, Ruby was able to get away and cry foul enough to hoard the ref’s attention. The Squad attacked. Once Nia was incapacitated enough, Ruby’s injured magically healed and she as able to surge back into the fray. A three-count later, Ruby Riott was officially another member of the TLC fatal-four-way. Only two more matches to go.

***

Backstage, You followed the sound of their cackling and blocked their path before they could flip the clipboard of a techie. “That was low, even for you.” You ignored Baron’s heavy footsteps coming to a stop behind you. “And I didn’t think you would want an outcome like this. You’re a great wrestler Ruby, but we can’t see your full potential if you keep letting your Squad intervene.”

Ruby shared a look with her girls and smiled with a shrug. “What’s done is done. Unless tonight is going to be a night of do-overs. Even then, I’d still win.” She cocked her head. “And my potential is just fine, for those who know where to look. It’s a simple preservation of energy. Squad or no squad, tonight proves I could have beaten Nia for the title.”

Baron sniggered, “I have to agree.”

“Shut up,” you hissed, glancing over your shoulder.

He mocked motioned that he was hurt. “That’s no way to talk to your co-manager.”

“If my co-manager keeps acting like this,” you said, gritting your teeth, “he’s going to mysteriously go missing.” The Riott Squad gasped and huddled together as if watching a drama, minus the popcorn.

“Are you threat-“

“Ruby,” you said, turning your back on Baron, “I am going to let you stay in the fatal-four-way. Not because I think you earned it, but because I know that your actions are going to come full circle, with or without my interceding. Congratulations on your win tonight.”

The Riott Squad left in a chorus of giggles, obviously not perturbed by what you said.

***

Later that night, Dean and Roman had a tag match against the Ascension. All four of them were focused on their opposing forces. Roman was constantly cheering Dean on, and Dean was bouncing around the ring in a moody way. While his moves were just a powerful as normal, they were sloppy. Like he had something else on his mind. Roman didn’t seem to care, if he noticed at all. Dean was back and they had a match, and he was going to watch his back.

Viktor was suited to fight Dean. His lithe form made sure the movements were quick and surprising. Konnor was more suited to fight Roman. While they were not the same height, nor did they have the same strength, Konnor kept Roman on his toes. Both teams were made of battle brothers, willing to do anything for each other. Apparently, for the Ascension, that meant involving outside help. The sudden appearance of Jinder Mahal and Sunil Singh at ringside told the Universe that the Ascension was not going to be another squash match for the two Shield brothers.

Seth ran down to the ring, preventing Jinder from getting involved and catching Dean as Viktor threw him out of the ring. They had untangled themselves just in time to see the Ascension double-team Roman and win the pin.

The Shield took over the ring, but the damage had been done.

***

During the commercial break, Baron had made a match for the Superstar Show-Down. The battle lines drawn during the match were going to stand, including what you considered to be a strange an unnecessary alliance between Jinder and the Ascension.

This time, you were the one following Baron. And you weren’t going to mince words. “A good GM would make it a rematch just between Dean, Roman, and the Ascension. And leaving Jinder out of it.”

Baron didn’t look up from his notes. “Well, that shows how much of a terrible GM you’re going to be. That’s not how things are done around here. Especially now that I’m going to be making the majority of the matches.” He handed you the stack of papers and tapped them as if you were a secretary being given another task. Then he was gone. Again. And you were angry. Again.

You almost punched the person who tapped your shoulder. At the last second, you realized it was Mojo Rawley. “Mr. Rawley,” you puffed, relaxing yourself, “what can I do for you?”

He shuffled on his feet a little before answering. “I want a rematch with Finn Balor. It doesn’t have to be for the Universal tonight, but if I win I want to be declared the number one contender, and then get to face him in Australia.”

“I don’t know, Mojo-“

“I’ve already challenged him and he accepts as long as you clear the match.”

Compared with the rest of the night, this was probably going to be the only thing that went to plan. “Okay. You’ve got your match. Head towards Gorilla and I’ll tell Finn. Have fun.”

***

Mojo got his rematch. Well, most of it.

Kevin Owens had decided that he was not finished with Finn either. He too appeared at ringside and attempted to distract the Universal Champion. But his plan did not go as well as others had that night. Instead of giving Mojo and opening to win his contender spot, Mojo was too busy yelling at Kevin to go away. He turned around when Kevin shifted his gaze to behind him and rushed head-first into a harsh slingblade that wiped him out. Kevin watched with his hands on his head as Finn climbed to the top of the turnbuckles, then crashed down with a coup de grace.

It was a win. But not one that Finn considered wholly honorable. He helped Mojo to his feet and whispered, “you’ll get yar real re-match. Jus’ let me deal with ‘im first, yeah?” They shared a look, then slowly turned their attention to Kevin.

He nervously looked between them. To save face he began muttering about mind games. “You’re not going to always see me coming, Balor. I can promise you that.”

Finn grinned. “If ya say so. But I’ll see ya in Australia.”

Kevin made a hasty retreat while you set the match backstage.

***

He found you texting in the office and plopped down on the only chair in the room. “I think tonight went well.”

You grumbled, “I can’t say that I agree.” When Baron shrugged his shoulders, you let a tiny wave of anger rule you. “There was interference in every single match!”

“Not the first one-“

“You interfered in that one.”

“Oh, come on.” He stood. “You’re not still mad about-“

“Yes. Yes, I am.” You stepped away from him. “You know, the show would run a whole lot smoother if you would just stay out of my way.”

“You didn’t even want this job!”

“And yet here I am, cleaning up your catastrophe.” You were half a second away from finding a chair to stand on so you could glare at him properly when your phone rang.

Baron grinned as he saw who it was from. “Have fun explaining your catastrophe to Stephanie.” He continued to chuckle as you left the room.

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Family Found Part 20: Handling It

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It looks like the Reader has no way out when a role change is placed before her. If she accepts, everything will change; if she doesn’t… everything will still change, but possibly for the worst.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, huge responsibility announced, fluffy/mushy cousin stuff

Word Count: 2850

Note: Due to what happened this week in my personal life, some of this is kind of rushed. Everything that needs to be said is said. Plot happens = mission accomplished. Any feedback is super appreciated. Enjoy!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 19: When Hell Breaks Loose [Hell in a Cell]

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Monday Night Raw – September 24, 2018 – Denver, CO

Kurt Angle waved away the “you suck” chants before they had much time to get started. “You’re probably going to mean those words here in a minute,” he joked, not smiling. “I need to address my absence from the past several weeks.”

He had to stop as Stephanie McMahon’s music cut through his next words. She didn’t say a thing, just joined him in the ring and stood in one corner.

After a deep breath, he continued. “As of the end of the show tonight, I will no longer be the manager of Raw.”

Again, Kurt had to wait for the audience to calm down before he could speak. “Over the past several weeks, certain steps have been taken, ones that I’m sure a few of you could read. Both Stephanie and I put our top choices for my replacement to the test by giving them weeks to run Raw. Since things went well, it is now time for me to step down, and for others to step up.”

Stephanie walked up to stand by him. “We all want to thank you for your time with us. While we have not always agreed, I wanted to thank you personally for all your sacrifices as well.” She shook his hand, ignoring how he didn’t seem to believe her words. “Now for the two to step up. And those co-managers are Baron Corbin and Y/N Ambrose.”

Baron went out first. He smirked from ear to ear, dressed to the nines in a nicer vest than usual and his signature expensive watch on his wrist.

You, on the other hand, were terrified. The announcement had come as a shock to you. Like you were the last one to know. The past several weeks had been so busy, there hadn’t been time to even think about this outcome. Just sparks of wondering. Your fears had just been justified last week. There wasn’t a way to disagree, not that Kurt had listened.

Baron grabbed your hand and shook it. “This is going to be interesting,” he muttered to you.

That it was.

***

Drew McIntyre and Rezar of the Authors of Pain had the first tournament match for the Intercontinental Championship. They had not gotten along last week, and that continued into the match. Drew had to admit, though, Rezar was powerful. And Rezar noted how Drew could move faster than he looked.

In the back, Akam and Drake Maverick watched the match on a screen. They flinched as their teammate was tossed around in ways none of them could have foreseen. Also, they cheered Rezar on when he successfully threw Drew out of the ring or flipped him onto the canvas. Things were going well.

A Claymore Kick ended the match.  

The win and the adrenaline hit Drew hard. He went as far as placed one boot on Rezar’s chest as the ref held his arm up by the elbow. “You are nothing without your tag partner,” he called down. He repeated it as his opponent rolled to the outside of the ring.

“At least I tried to bring something to the group,” Rezar shot back. “Anything you do is credited to Dolph. He’s nothing without you, and he’s holding you back. How long are you going to let him?”

That stopped Drew cold. His hands tightened around the top rope, then loosened as he thought over those statements. Rezar was the one who left with the smile, while Drew seemed to be one concerned about the future.

***

It had taken some time, but you finally caught up with Kurt. He saw you and turned, as if trying to pretend he was busy and hadn’t seen you.

“Mr. Angle, we need to talk.” You kept the growl out of your voice, but just barely. “Why didn’t you tell me you were scouting me for general manager at the beginning? I could have prepared better, arranged matches differently-“

“You are more than qualified for this.”

“Three weeks and a PPV? I’m am incredibly underqualified!”

He looked away while you dug your fingernails into your palm. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to think like other managers. If you had… I was afraid you would fall into the same mistakes instead of being you.” It was a weak argument and he knew it. He wouldn’t look you in the eyes; his hands rustled in his pockets. “When I told you last week, I had hoped the announcement this week would have been less of a shock.”

Now you did growl. “You said it like I had a few more weeks to learn the ropes. Possibly with you right there instead of dropping me into the deep end of the pool.”

“Is there a problem here?” Stephanie walked up behind Kurt.

You slid into a more neutral face. “No. The situation has been set and it’s unlikely to change.”

She glanced at Kurt then put on her sticky sweet smile. “You know, Y/N, you don’t have to accept the appointment. If you want to remain a journalist with us, you can. It’s your choice. Baron-“

“Baron Corbin will misuse his power the second he gets it. I don’t know why you picked him.”

“Y/N, sweetheart-“

“Since when do you call me sweetheart?”

Stephanie sputtered and gestured while she thought of something. “Today, I guess. Really, Y/N, I’m hurt that you don’t trust me.”

You snorted. “Ms. Stephanie, I doubt a sledgehammer to the kneecaps could hurt you. You are made of cold, unrelenting steel.”  

“Thank you?” She shot a look at Kurt, who was doing his best to hide a smirk. “Now I know why he chose you. You’re not afraid to say what you mean. And that’s something that can be rare around here.”

At your sides, your hands twitched in and out of fists. “Maybe if it wasn’t so rare there would be less problems.” You held up your hand before either of them could speak. “I’m going to think about it. Don’t set anything in stone just yet. As for my ‘choice?’ No, I don’t have one; not really. Not if the only other leadership Raw is going to have is Corbin.” You turned on your heel and walked back the way you came, bumping shoulders with Dean and Roman.

Stephanie saw them coming and whispered to Kurt, “If she accepts, I hope she can handle the job. It would be a waste of time and money to have to replace her too.” She left quickly, leaving Kurt alone to deal with them. But he was ready more for some deep thinking than to assign matches.

Dean paused and looked back the way you went. He tapped Roman’s shoulder and left to find you.

Roman continued with their plan. “Kurt, we need to talk.”

“I’m not going to miss that,” he muttered under his breath. “What can I do for you Roman?”

“Dean and I still want a chance in the tag teams. We are very much aware of what’s going on-“

“Done. Heath and Rhino will meet you guys in the ring.” He sighed. “And you’re right. There’s a lot going on. But things can still move smoothly. If we try hard enough. Anything else?”

Roman shook his head at first, then huffed. “You should have told Y/N up front what filling in for you meant. She’s had enough surprises in life.”

“But do you think she’ll accept?”

“If the only option is Baron? Yeah, she’ll take the job. Because she cares about what happens around here. Something I thought you did too.”

***

The tag match was considered the most fun match of the night. Dean squaring against Heath Slater had the audience rolling. Roman against Rhyno had them reminiscing about the veteran’s ECW days. And the flurry of tag shifts kept the match moving quickly.

Then the mood shifted.

Dean and Roman were done having fun. They had requested the match so they could win. So they could make their new mark on the Raw tag team division. They switched focuses. Dean was fast and thought outside the box. And he knew how to out-maneuver Rhyno’s usual barreling through opponents. Roman had the size and power advantage on Heath. The father was the one to eat the pin, unable to be saved by his partner as Dean tripped him.

The two members of the Shield had another tag win under their belts. They butted heads and left the other men sprawled out on the canvas.

***

Natalya came out to the ring next. She was wearing the belt around her waist and stroked her personalized plates proudly. At the same time, she kept her hand on it possessively.

“Hello, Denver!” She smiled brightly at the welcome. “Well, I’m still the champion.” With a laugh, she did a little spin to show off the title to the whole arena. “And as such, I rule the women’s division here on Raw. So, I have come up with a challenge for my fellow women to determine who will face me at TLC. But I don’t want to face just one woman. No, no, no. I earned this title by beating two other women. What’s one more? At TLC, as backed up by the new management, there will be a fatal four-way for the Raw Women’s Championship.”

With a bit of show, she pulled out a list from a pocket inside her jacket. “Starting tonight, and each week going towards TLC, there will be a match to determine a member for the fatal four-way. I came up with the brackets myself, with a little bit of help from Y/N. Tonight, it is going to be Ember Moon versus my training partner and friend, Rhonda Rousey.” She paused and waited for the crowd’s reaction to die down a bit. “And for the other weeks… I don’t want to spoil the surprise.”

She left the ring, waving the list around and flashing it to young fans. One little girl caught a good look and squealed in delight.

***

Dean rounded a corner and almost ran down the hallway, but he skidded to a stop just past your hiding place. There were always so many crates, and often they were stacked up high. Easy for someone to curl up into an alcove and think.

“Hey, ladybug. Been lookin’ for you all night.”

“Why?” Your voice bit into the air a little harder than you meant, but you were too stressed to care. Much. “I figured you and Roman would leave after your match.”

He nodded. “Roman and Seth are packing the car. It always takes forever to load up Seth’s stuff. I wanted to check on you. See if you were alright.” He made you scoot over so he could half sit on the crate too. “Are you alright?”

No.

“No. I’m not. I can’t do this Dean.” You curled your knees to your chest. “There’s too much going on. My brain can’t keep up with it all. All the paperwork and setting the matches. Making sure nobody beats each other up beforehand. But I don’t want to let anyone down.”

“You’re not. Trust me.” He sighed and grinned at you. “You got here all on your own. If I had known you were comin’ I would have helped. Knowin’ you, you probably would have told me to buzz off.”

He was straying from the point. “But Baron-“

“We can handle him if he gets too big for his boots. Don’t worry about us.” He paused and watched you bite your lip, holding back another thought. “Come on, if we’re doing the mushy stuff, get it all out now. What else is there?”

You thought back to how you left earlier, thinking about turning around when you overheard Stephanie. “Stephanie McMahon doesn’t think I’m going to be able to handle all this. She thinks I’m going to be a waste of time and money-“

“You can never be a waste of money,” Dean rushed. “You can waste someone’s time, you can waste their energy. But money is just money. People with it can get more, and people without it find a way to survive. Don’t let anyone tell you that you’re a waste of funds. If that gets in your head, it will eat away at your soul until it kills your dream. You are not a waste of money.” His voice dropped to a hum and he knocked his head against yours. “You are never a waste.”

While you had known all of that already, it felt good to hear it. Especially from Dean. He followed you as you hopped off the crate, chuckling when you pulled him in for a hug. “I missed you calling me ladybug.”

Dean puffed. “I have too.” He gave your back a hard pat. “Okay, are we done with the mushy stuff?”

You laughed and pushed him away. “Yeah. We’re done. I’ll see you later. I’ve got to talk to Kurt.”

***

“Finn! Finn Balor!” Kevin Owens had taken over the ring, much to Natalya’s chagrin. He was pacing the ring, somewhere between anger and opportunistic.

Finn obliged. He came out onto the stage in a jacket that amplified how bright the Universal title was around his waist. “What do you want Kevin?” He continued down to the ring, making Kevin back up to the far ropes.

“I want to challenge you for my Universal Championship.”

“You… your’s?” Finn laughed. “Since when was t’is ever yours?”

Kevin sniggered. “Oh, don’t you remember? I beat everybody else after you had to give it up.”

“Ah, yes. Sorry. It must ‘ave slipped my mind. Second place never gets remembered.” He continued to grin while Kevin nodded in agreement.

“True. You’re right. Why would anyone want to remember how easy it was to replace you?”

Finn’s smile faded away. His head angled down towards his chest, creating a dark shadow over his eyes. “And you’re challenging me for tonight? I’m game. We can do this right now.” He moved to shed his jacket, but Kevin stopped him.

“No, no,” he squeaked, “not tonight. I want the great match I was robbed of last time.” The longer he spoke, the braver he became. “I want to take the Universal from you personally, instead of through a bunch of other contenders. The reason why it was taken from me so soon was because the line of succession had been interrupted. You… you didn’t get to fight me for it. This time you will. In Australia. Should you think you can handle it.” He dropped his mic and rolled out of the ring. Finn watched him intently, making him walk faster.

“Is t’at so?” Finn said, tapping his chin. “Then I will see you in Australia. In one form or another.” Finn laughed as Kevin gulped and hurried out of the arena.

***

Natalya gave Finn a little wave on his way out of the ring. “Now that’s over, it’s time for the first round of contenders for the Raw Women’s Championship.” She lowered her mic as Rhonda Rousey’s music played. Once she had made it to the ring, they both waited for Ember’s music.

But it never came.

Instead, the Riott Squad’s music took over the system. Ruby Riott strutted out, flanked by Liv Morgan and Sarah Logan. “Oh, Natty, Natty, Natty. I’m sorry that I have to break the news, but little Ember can’t make it to the ring.” Her pseudo-guilt slipped away into a mocking sneer that her companions joined in on. “Now, I know you told me earlier who I’m going to face in this… tournament. But that’s not fair to the other members of the Riott Squad who are also here every week.” Liv and Sarah walked around to stand in front of Ruby. They turned to face one another, then suddenly played a round of rock-paper-scissors. Liv won, high-fived the other two women, and strutted down to the ring.

Natalya was about to argue, but Rhonda tapped her arm. “I got this,” she mouthed. Natalya left with a shrug and a rough shoulder bump against Liv. Then the bell rang.

Liv knew every tricky move in the book. She was quick and zipped around the ring faster than Rhonda could keep up with. The mouse was playing with the cat. She knew if she got caught, the match would be over and her chance would be squandered. Liv hadn’t thought enough ahead about what she would do if she had to eventually fight Ruby. That wasn’t going to be an issue. Rhonda finally caught her and slammed her into the canvas, stopping her momentum. Once she was incapacitated, it was easy to put her in an armbar. An armbar that Liv fought against for a long while, but had to give up as she was far away from any of the ropes.

Rhonda was going to TLC. Once again, she was going to have to face her friend for a chance to leave her mark on the WWE Women’s Division.

Part 21: Your Catastrophe

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Family Found Part 14: This Isn’t Over

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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 

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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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Family Found Part 13: Not This Time

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Tournaments for the Raw Women’s Championship and the Intercontinental get underway with the first brackets being fought. Y/N gets sucked further into the chaotic world and takes her own steps to ensure her own protection.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, kidnapping

Word Count: 3553

Note: Including this chapter, this series already has 33,000 words written. A novel is usually 60,000 words. I have almost written a novel with this, and I am not even half-way through with this series! Thank you for sticking with this, and I hope I can continue to hold your attention through the end. Enjoy! (Feedback and reactions much appreciated.)

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Monday Night Raw – August 6, 2018 – Jacksonville FL

In an attempt to make up for last week’s fiasco, Kurt Angle scheduled the first of the number one contender’s tag matches first. The second one would be later that night closer to the end of the show. Rhonda Rousey and Natalya Hart were ecstatic to be fighting the two members of the Riot Squad. Liv Morgan and Sarah Logan were glad to be fighting their opponents too. They had enough of Sasha and Bayley’s troubles and knew that if they wanted a shot, Rhonda and Natalya were the way to go. The other two women were convinced this was going to be an easy fight.

The Riott Squad used Rhonda’s inexperience and distracted her. Natalya was repeatedly left without an escape tag. There was a smidgen of a tiff in the corner once Rhonda returned to her spot on the apron.

“You can’t leave me like that.” Natalya gestured in the general direction of the other corner. “Keep an eye on your back, but don’t engage. The only thing that matters is what happens inside the ring.”

Rhonda grumbled her understanding and tagged into the match. She did what Natalya said, watching her back and not engaging whichever Riott member was trying to cause trouble. In return, Natalya ran offense on the outside of the ring. It wasn’t a foolproof plan, but it worked better than Rhonda trying to chase down either of their opponents.

It was beginning to look like that wasn’t going to be enough. Liv and Sarah were quick taggers when they were squirmy enough to get away. It ensured that one was always fresh when against a wore-out Natalya or Rhonda. Their insistent laughter annoyed everyone. Even the referee cringed. But they liked to congratulate each other after each hit that sent the women to the canvas.

Natalya and Rhonda shared a look. Natalya crept off the apron and circled around to behind Liv, who was standing on the apron. Rhonda pretended to take the bait, drawing her into the ring as Sara inched up behind her. Rhonda dropped to the mat when Liv attacked, leaving plenty of room for Natalya to spring through the ropes like a cat and send Liv sailing through the other side. Sarah watched it unfold, stunned. She wasn’t aware she was even being pinned until the ref got to three.

The winning team let their wrists be raised and hugged in the center of the ring.

The second match of the night was the first tournament match for the Intercontinental Championship. Bobby Roode and Apollo Creed squared off after a handshake. Titus and Dana Brooke stayed on the floor in Apollo’s corner, cheering him on. As soon as the bell rang, Dana kept a close eye on both competitors and kept detailed notes throughout the match.

It was incredibly even. Roode was more of an ‘I’m going to knock you off your feet’ guy, while Apollo filled in the match with his acrobatic flips. Several times, they nodded at each other, slapping palms together in quick handshakes between attacks. When Apollo would take a hard fall, he scrambled back towards his corner where Titus would shout words of encouragement, and Dana would share what she noticed.

What none of them anticipated, was Bobby changing how he fought depending on what Dana said. If she noticed he started to favor a limb, he would turn his body and fight with his other side to protect it until it hurt less. The speed and agility were worthless if Bobby simply stepped out of the way, taking Dana’s miss-transferred advice to save his energy. He caught Apollo in a Glorious DDT and won his way into the next bracket.

You took a deep breath and turned to Heath Slater and Rhino as the red light began to flash on the camera. “Mr. Slater, what are you expecting from your match tonight with Bo Dallas and Curtis Axel? They were so close to the tag team titles. If you beat them in this match do you see a chance for the titles in the near future?”

“That would be great, yeah. It’s been a while since we’ve wrestled, and I’ve got kids to feed.”

“And I’ve got myself to feed,” Rhino added. Heath chuckled and let himself be nudged.

With a smile, you tilted the mic back to yourself. “And what would you do as champions? Frequent defenders or watching the rabble fight for a chance at them?”

Rhino whistled. “I like you. Um, probably,” he looked over to Heath, “probably a little of both. Maybe like with what they’re doing with the women’s title? Have a member-“

“Yeah, from each team be part of a team so four can compete at once. Then the winning team all members fight one another for the contender’s spot. You are brilliant!” Heath slapped Rhino on the back. Hard. It didn’t seem to faze him. “Things would happen a lot quicker that way, so defenses would be frequent. But-“

“There would be so many combinations to ensure continuous rabble matches,” you finished. “You guys might want to submit that to Mr. Angle.” You froze as you heard a smug puff of a laugh.

“Yeah, if they win tonight.” Dolph Ziggler swaggered up behind you. “And tonight isn’t for anything.” He blocked your attempt to move past him. When you turned back around to leave with Heath and Rhino, they had been replaced with Drew McIntyre.

You swallowed, your mouth suddenly dry. “This hallway sure got crowded. Why are you here?” You wiped your hands on your dress jeans.

Dolph ran his thumb over his bottom lip. “We’ve got a match tonight against your cousin and one of his ‘brothers’, but we’d hate for you to have to watch the destruction alone. So Mojo and Mickie James are going to keep you company.” As he said their names, the other wrestlers stepped into view, completely surrounding you with no way out.

Muttering under your breath, “the one week they actually let me walk around by myself, something like this happens.” You glared at Dolph. “And if I say no?” You shuddered as Drew let his hand land heavily on your shoulder. “Ah. Well then.” You took a deep breath and hesitant look around.

Then you tried for a sprint.

Mojo caught you around your waist. He hoisted you over his shoulder and carried you off down the hallway while you kicked and screamed for him to put you down.

In the ring, Dean was pacing in front of Roman and Seth. He grabbed hold of the ropes on the Titantron side and gave it a wild shake before stomping towards the down front corner for a mic. By the time he had it, Dolph’s record scratch had sounded. Dean started talking as Dolph and Drew walked out onto the stage.

“You really have a death wish if you’re trying something like that Ziggler. Y/N has nothing to do with your issue with any of us, so you go back there and tell your new sidekick to let her go. Now. Then he’s going to join you out here so I can kick his ass too.”

Dolph wagged his finger. “That’s not how this is going to work, Ambrose. You can either let her watch this match, or you can fight us and Mojo… later tonight.” He grinned triumphantly while Dean growled and increased his pacing. Roman and Seth stepped closer to him in case he decided to charge. Dolph handed the mic to Drew.

“He’s gotta ‘ave time to warm up. You’d hate for ‘im to ‘ave an injury. You know bet’er than anyone how havin’ ta sit at ‘ome can drive a man crazy.”

Dean leapt for the ropes; Roman and Seth caught him just in time. Roman was able to maneuver in front of him while Seth kept him back.

Roman took control of the mic. “Then we’ll see you later tonight. But leave Y/N alone, or nothing on this earth is going to save you.”

Dolph gave a mock bow and followed Drew off the stage. In the ring, Dean was moments away from ripping his hair out while his brothers did their best to calm him down enough to strategize.

There were still other matches that needed to happen. The other chance for the Intercontinental Championship was between Baron Corbin and No Way Jose.

Thanks to his matches with Dean earlier in the year, Jose was more ready for Baron. He knew when to be quick, and when to hold his ground. And when to watch the bottom corner of the ring for Baron’s slingshot if he was tossed out. Inside or outside of the ring, Jose did his best to keep up. With the proper timing, there was even enough space to dance and mock the lone wolf.

Baron was not easily rattled. Whenever Jose would get a move over him, Baron would shrug it off and keep moving. At opportune times during the match, he would catch Jose in a headlock or chokehold to slow him down. He also took that time to say anything he could to discourage his opponent. He would let him get away for a little while, then stop him in his tracks again, using up most of Jose’s energy.

A chance clothesline that led into a Deep Six ended the match, ensuring that Baron was going to face Bobby Roode for the number one contender’s spot.

The last pre-set fight of the night was the second women’s tournament bracket. Bayley came out to her music and made her way down to the ring. She was confused when it wasn’t Alicia Fox’s music that followed, but Sasha’s. The Boss did her entrance with a smug grin. She stood in the opposite corner of the ring and waited for her partner to show up.

Alicia Fox finally made her way into the arena. But she stayed on stage. Like she was waiting for someone.

Alexa Bliss was that someone.

She and Alicia hugged each other’s hips like old friends on their way down the ramp. The watched the frantic war between Bayley and Sasha was great amusement. Alexa teased them with her usual crying motions. “Did you really think that anyone was going to want to team with either of you with all your issues? And the irony! You two now have to team together, or you don’t get a shot at the Raw Women’s title!” She gasped and covered her mouth; Alicia mirrored her before stepping out so the bell could ring.

The other two women couldn’t stop arguing about who should fight first. Alexa sighed and grabbed Bayley by the hair to pull her into the center of the ring. Sasha took the message and moved out, scowling at Alicia from her post. She didn’t flinch when Alexa bounced Bayley’s head off the canvas like a basketball. She did look away when she was dragged to the corner and stomped on by the other women as they rapidly tagged each other in between five counts. When she’d had enough of watching, Sasha waiting for the ref to be preoccupied with the team and ran over to grab Bayley by the ankles. She dragged her to their corner and tagged herself in.

It didn’t go much better for her. Alicia toyed with her anger of betrayal, never turning her back, and eventually keeping Sasha away from her corner. The crowd gasped when Sasha went flying through the ropes and crashed on the outside. The assault continued with head smashes to the apron from Alexa, and then barricade tosses once Alicia got past the ref.

There were brief moments when Bayley and Sasha had the upper hand, but they were cut short by the women arguing over the best way to win the match. They were pinned at the same time, meaning that Alicia and Alexa were going to face Rhonda and Natalya next week for the championship match at Summer Slam.

When Charlie interviewed the victors after their match, she asked Alicia why she teamed with Alicia. Alexa answered for her.

“I would have been teamed with Mickie, but she’s ‘busy’ at the moment with a little side thing. And I saw Foxy caught in that tug-of-war between Sasha and Bayley and offered a way out. You’ve got to agree that she made the right choice considering that we won.”

Alicia shrugged. “I could have won with any of you. What sealed the deal-“

“What sealed the deal was knowing the great match we’re going to have in two weeks.” Alexa beamed and linked their arms together. “Baddest woman alive or not, Rhonda and Natalya aren’t going to know what hit them.”

You’d heard them searching for you. Each time you heard Dean’s frantic voice you wanted to call out, but doing so would have opened him up for an ambush. When it was time to go to the ring, you could barely see where you were going due to the wall of wrestlers around you. You did your best to peek over them on the stage, seeing the Shield ready in the ring. Mojo joined the odd team to the ring while Mickie led you over to the commentary table and sat you in a center seat.

“Um, welcome to commentary,” Michael Cole said. “Is… is she allowed to… talk, Mickie?”

Mickie made sure your headset mic was in place and then fixed hers. “Of course. I’m just here to make sure she doesn’t get hurt by trying to get involved. But you’re not going to try anything, right, sweetie?”

“I don’t know. If you guys keep pushing my buttons I can’t guarantee I won’t.” You leaned back in your chair as the match started.

Everyone was involved. Roman was locked with Drew, Seth was kneeing Dolph in the stomach, and Dean was raining blows down on Mojo as fast as his arms could rotate. The make-shift group was the first to give up the ring. They stood in solidarity while the other men caught their breath on the floor.

Corey tried to inspire conversation. “Mickie, we saw a little of why you joined the group. To get away from Alexa for a bit. Do you think you’re going to regret giving up your title chance for joining this… for lack of a better term: revenge crew?”

Mickie scoffed. “Maybe in the beginning it was about Alexa and me. But I have always known that I was never going to get a title shot with her. She’s too controlling of her fate and the fate of anyone around her who could get in the way. No.” She loudly patted your leg. “What it’s about now is helping out a new sister in the business.”

You squeaked and covered your eyes as the opposing trio used the Shield’s ring entrance against them. They were able to knock Seth and Roman out onto the floor but had to team up to kick out Dean.

“You okay there, Y/N?” Coachman asked.

“Yeah.” You sighed. “Honestly… I’m always like this when I’m watching a match. For anybody. You have to remember, this is kind of new for me.” You flinched again as the ref was finally able to gain some control, just in time for Seth to get a Scottish boot to the face. “And Mickie, I don’t want your help. Thanks to Dana’s notes I know you’re a legend. But The thing with Dolph is something I’m not interested in.”

“And why not? You can see he’s a good wrestler.” Her point was punctuated by Dolph avoiding one of Roman’s Superman punches.

“When a woman says no, it shouldn’t be the beginning of a negotiation.” The male commentators wisely stayed silent on the topic, instead calling the tags as Mojo and Dean rotated in. You wanted to leave it at that and focus on watching Dean, but Mickie kept pressing.

“Why didn’t you even give him a chance? He hasn’t done anything to hurt you.”

You took a deep breath. “Except inspire you and Mojo to attack me and my cousin, kidnap me, and all in all refuse to accept my no. Why should I have to give a random dude a chance when I’m not attracted to him? If it had been the other way around I would have been called desperate and a stalker. I have every right to say no to him. I hope the guys beat the crap out of him. It’s nice to have guys watching my back instead of my backside for a change.” Your headset fell to the floor with a clatter as you stood up.

In the ring, the match had descended into a brawl. And the Shield was losing, even though they won the disqualification.  

Mickie grabbed hold of your arm and tried to pull you back into your seat. “You don’t want to go down there, honey. Trust me.”

“Actually Mickie… you saying that really makes me want to go down there.”

Your mind was made up when Dolph twisted Dean’s recently healed elbow around his arm, making Dean cry out. It was a good thing you were wearing pants because the world would have seen everything with how you fell over Mickie’s legs while escaping the booth. She caught up with you more towards the middle of the stage. But you were ready for her. Turning quickly, you grabbed her hair and slammed her down onto the stage. With a little bit of effort, you were able to get her enough to her feet to throw her into the dark void that was the back stairs for the stage. Mickie having been dealt with, you rushed towards the ring.

Dean spun around, spotting you hallway down the ramp. He yelled to Roman, “get her out of here!” Roman hesitated, then quickly left with a nod, leaving Dean alone in the ring as Dolph and Mojo rolled in and began to circle him. Drew continued throwing Seth’s spine into the barricades.

Roman caught you around the waist. He struggled to drag you away.

“Dean! Roman, put me down! We can’t just leave him out here alone. Put me down. I’ll stay put if you’ll go help him. Roman!” Your cries and pleas fell on seemingly deaf ears. The ring was getting further away. Your vision tunneled to Dean with his arms trapped behind him by Mojo so Dolph could cut at his chest mercilessly. You shook your head, not believing that there was nothing you could do. Roman faltered as your knees buckled, making you dead weight. Roman shifted is grip so he could carry you away, but you took the split second of freedom to drop him into a jawbreaker. He fell back onto the ramp, holding his jaw.

You sprinted down the ramp and rolled into the ring.

Mojo saw you first, dropping Dean so Dolph could stomp on him. You pulled on the top rope and let your feet slide out from under you. Mojo went over the ropes, his shout of surprise alerting Dolph to your presence in the ring. But it was too late for him to do anything. You grabbed him by the hair and spun him around so you wrap your arm around his the back of his neck. Dean grinned from the mat as you used Dirty Deeds. He continued holding his loopy smile as you pushed and dragged him out of the ring. Damn, he was heavy.

Roman met you on the ramp and supported Dean on his other side. Seth sent Drew’s shoulder into a ring post and hurried to catch up. The four of you walked backward, keeping your eyes on the three of them until you were backstage.

Dean’s smile evaporated. “What were you thinking?” He sat on a crate, fuming. “You should have stayed with Roman. They could have hurt you.”

“They were hurting you.”

“I can take it. It’s my job. I’ve been outnumbered before.”

You sat down next to him. “I know. I remember. Cincinnati. The day they took me away. I was trapped in the city car. You were outnumbered by a cop and his partner. I couldn’t stop calling your name. You heard me; tried to run after me. But… the cops… they caught you and the fight broke out. The last image I had of you was you on your stomach getting handcuffed. Because of me.” You shook your head, heart racing. “Not this time. Not when I could do something about it. Not this time,” you broke off.

Dean sighed. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, failing to hide a wince, and kissed the top of your head. “Thank you.” He looked up at Roman and nodded at him. Seth slumped against the wall with a tired huff.

“And I’m sorry about your jaw.” You grinned sheepishly up at Roman, your dimples shining. Dean puffed and smiled too. He nudged your shoulder.

Roman groaned. “And I thought it was bad when there was just one Ambrose to keep up with.”

“We may be headed for trouble,” Seth groaned, “but I can’t say that we can argue with the results.”

Part 14: This Isn’t Over

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Almost Real

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Prompt: “So you know how Tony Stark is high tech person right? What if one day he comes in telling the Avengers he installed a system in their bedrooms (for some reason idk) that basically give realistic hologram. So he demonstrates and the reader is internally freaking out and politely asks if it’s already working and obviously he says ‘yes’ so she runs to her room while telling F.R.I.D.A.Y. to have her room door open. And they hear her slam her door, and once inside she’s just spends the day with holograms reenacting moves with wrestlers, and they pass by her room and all they hear is giggling. And one day she comes in to her room and she thinks she left the hologram on and it won’t leave so she goes to touch it and turns out they’re real and turns out Tony hired them for her birthday” [Do you have a top three/four wrestlers?] “Right now it’s Finn Balor, Elias Samson and between Baron Corbin and Roman Reigns. Thank you so much! 😘 ” – @theangelsfightwithdevils  

Warnings/Promises: fluff (?Is that what this is?), wrestling violence (for entertainment, not with malice)

Word Count: 1450

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“Alrighty, everybody gather ‘round.” Tony fiddled with a board filled with knobs and a keyboard. “I think we’re all pretty tired of sparring each other, right?”

There were several nodding heads. Except for Bucky and Natasha.

“You two don’t count,” Sam said. “Nobody can beat you.”

“Not our fault.”

“Right,” Nat punched Sam’s shoulder. “Means you need to train more.” You giggled with Wanda as he scoffed. Peter muttered something about having his back, which only made you two laugh louder. 

Tony harrumphed and frowned. Steve directed the attention back to him with a chuckle. “Thanks, Cap. Somebody name someone you’d like to fight. From Earth,” he added, pointing at Thor. “I’ll add interdimensional persons later.”

Steve took the bait. “Robert Stanbard.” He grinned as Bucky stifled a laugh. “He was the guy who played Hitler in the war bonds show.” He hastily took a pair of gloves Tony tossed in his face.

Tony typed a few things before pressing a bright green button. Beams of light circled the room. They spun like Star Trek transporter beams in front of Steve. Stanbard flickered to life from the boots up. He blinked and looked around before honing in on Steve. The false mustache twitched and his raised a fist. His head snapped back as Steve beat him to it.

“Two hundred and three, right?” Bucky clapped Steve on the back while Clint rushed forward to ask about fighting Bruce Lee. But when he went to hit the hologram, his hand went through the light.

“Oh, you’re going to need these.” Tony took the gloves back from Steve and strapped Clint into a thin vest. “Using Princess Shuri’s kinetic dampener from her Black Panther suit, I’ve altered that to face inwards. Combined with the communication between the board and the suit, when you get hit you’ll feel it, and vise versa. Everybody’s already got a suit in their rooms.”

Your ears perked up. “Is the system installed in the main rooms, or-“

“It’s in every room.” Tony beamed, proud of himself. “That way if you need something to beat up, but don’t want to go all the way to the training room, you can stay in. Cool, huh?”

Doing your best to hide your excitement, you stepped towards the hall. “Is it up and running everywhere? Now?”

Tony turned towards the board to fiddle. “Yeah. The effects work better in the training room because it can adapt to any environment, but it is functional in every-“

You didn’t hear anything else as you sprinted toward your room. Nat and Wanda shared a knowing look as you shouted at Friday to have your door open. Once it slammed shut, you rushed toward the new panel on your wall and got to work. Hours later, all anyone could hear from your room was crashing and giggling.

“What’cha gonna do, Baron?” The hologram of Baron Corbin rushed at you. Running the opposite direction, you bounced off the trampoline you’d sat against your wall and used the momentum to jump over him. You barely cleared him, and he got you with a clothesline a second later. From the floor, you groaned. “What else do you have?”

The hologram Baron didn’t answer. Tony didn’t want there to be any accidental calls to Friday. Nor did he want the ability to talk to possibly help the holograms should there be another robot take-over. Technically it was Bruce’s idea, but Tony took the credit per usual.

After a week or two, the hype had died down a little. Most usually just went to the training room, which besides being programmed with an adaptable floor and climate control, also dealt with the smell of a bunch of Avengers training. Still, you liked getting to fight different wrestlers in your afternoons. Occasionally you’d forget to turn off the board, but usually Friday took care of that. One of the several upgrades Tony was obsessed with.

You shook your head after passing the main lounge room. Maybe you’d been wrestling too much. You could have sworn that was Baron Corbin talking to some of the team. It was probably just a visitor. There were bunches of those.

“Oh. Hi, Roman,” you chirped. The hologram didn’t reply back. Still, you moved closer. If this was another upgrade, Tony had made a fantastic improvement. You couldn’t see through him, and you swore you could see him breathing, something the holograms didn’t do before. Reaching out, you tested the upgrade to see if you could feel it without the gloves. His torso didn’t give. With a smile, you gave his arms a light squeeze. “Dang, Tony has really outdone himself. You feel almost real.”

“Almost?” Roman chuckled.

You gasped and stepped back into attack position.

Roman raised his hands in self-defense. “Sorry, didn’t mean to alarm you. But, uh, surprise. And happy birthday, Y/N.” He beamed as realization crossed your face.

“Seriously?”

“Yes.”

You jumped and gave him a hug, releasing him a second later. “Sorry. Um, thank you. How-?”

“I’m supposed to tell you…” he looked off in false thought, “that I’m to be your guide to the training room? I think you might actually have to do the guiding.” He took your arm and walked with you.

As soon as the doors slid open, the team yelled out ‘surprise’ and rushed to be the first to hug you. But you were distracted. Just past everyone, you saw three more familiar faces.

“I did see you in the lounge!” You rushed over to Baron, who was talking to Tony.

“Yeah, and about ruined your surprise. Sorry.” Baron shook your hand and moved to the side so Finn Balor and Elias Samson could step into view. “Mr. Stark tells us you are a fan of the WWE?”

You blushed. “Yeah. I am. But how did-“

Tony glanced over his shoulder. “Wanda and Nat spilled the beans. They also spilled your favorite kind of cake, ice cream, and your dream to wrestle in the WWE. Since you’re part of the team, that last part might be difficult. But I figured this was close enough and pulled a few strings.” Tony spun you around fast enough to make you dizzy. When you came to a stop, you saw the squared circle set up in the middle of the room.

“You didn’t?” You wrapped your arms around his waist, then did the same to Nat and Wanda. “Thank you all. This… this is the best thing I would have never thought to even ask for.”

A large mass moved past you and into the ring. The lights dimmed to just one in the center. You descended into laughter as Elias and his guitar were illuminated. He led everyone in singing you ‘happy birthday.’ He glared at Tony for being incredibly off-key. Roman kept you from hiding your face in your hands. Elias sang one of the songs from his album, then stopped abruptly. “Now that’s over, where’s the cake?”

Vision brought it out. Finn tried to hang back, but Baron tugged him forward. “One slice isn’t going to kill you. Or ruin your figure.”

Finn grumbled but licked his lips when you made the first cut. “Fine. But just a tiny piece. Thank you.”

After the food had settled a bit, the inevitable challenge came up. You were named the wrestling captain for the Avengers, and you picked Steve, Clint, Natasha, and yourself to go against the four of them. From there, there were several mixed teams like Sam and Finn versus Baron and Bucky. A surprising Baron versus Peter, who did not use his web shooters, but did acrobatics around the ring that made Finn smile like a child with new Legos. Also Thor and Roman against Elias and Wanda, which was dubbed ‘The Match for Best Hair.’ The team that won then fought themselves with the winner accepting a small trophy Tony 3D printed during the match.

Vision was referee for the whole time. Rhodey found a mic, thanks to Friday, announcing the matches and friendly insulting Tony every chance he got. Bruce even took a turn in a singles match with Finn before they sat out to discuss the duality of man and themselves.

You fought with and against each of them as many times as you could. Taking a spear? Fantastic. Deep-Six? You would gladly take seven. Coup de Gras and the Halo Powerbomb? Oh hell yes. They never seemed to run out of energy. Not that the matches really went on very long, mainly they were just showing off move-sets real and made up on the spot.

You had to stop the party yourself. “They’ve got wrestling to do on Monday. We can’t wear them out.”

The last thing that happened for the night was a giant picture with everyone standing in the ring. Or, in Clint’s case, perched on a ring post like a sharp-eyed gargoyle. You stood dead center between your favorite wrestlers and surrounded by your closest friends.

*I assumed T’Challa would have to stay in Wakanda. But you can bet your ass that he flew the whole roster over so he could fight the Big Dog, Lone Wolf and anybody else who dared. And Okoye and Nakia teaming with Nat and Wanda versus the Four Horsewomen? Well… you can just imagine that. 

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Family Found Part 11: What’cha Got?

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Finn Balor and Baron Corbin square off to see who will really get to use the MitB contract, and Nia and Ember main event for the Raw Women’s Title. Dean finds out about the Reader’s secret and wants to see how important it is to her.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence

Word Count: 2330

Note: Elias’s song is based on “Gollum’s Song,” because I don’t know enough classic rock to write off of yet. Things are getting exciting, and I am super jealous of Cincy this week. Please let me know if you have been liking this series. Reblogs are a blessing, and comments are a gift. If you’ve got a request or a tag list you’d like to be on, both options are open as always. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 10: Unfortunate Circumstances (Extreme Rules) 

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Monday Night Raw – July 23, 2018 – Cincinnati, OH

“The salvation of WWE is here.” Elias strummed brightly and rightened his mic. “Last week I proved to Seth Rollins that when you walk with Elias…” he paused as the audience echoed him. “See, you all get it. When you walk with Elias, champions are shown to be flukes, and the unworthy are surpassed.” There were boos at that statement, and ‘burn it down’ chants that withered away.

Elias shifted on the stool. “I have a song that is more for me than the undeserving lot of you, but you need to hear it anyway. It will show you the way. The way I have found and the way that you need to travel so that you can reach the heights of accomplishments. Not as high as me, but as high as your miserable lives can reach.” He ignored the unsatisfied sounds of his crowd and began his song.

“Where once was night, now hope is come. Where once was wrong, truth has won. Seth say goodbye. We saw how did you try. Those tears you cry, are falling rain. For all the lies you told them, the hurt and blame. And you will weep, again so alone. You have lost, now the title is home. Here in the end, I’ll be what I will be. The true champion that you could never reach. Now I’ll say goodbye, and raise my title high.”

Elias stood, braced his guitar on his thigh, and held the Intercontinental Championship above his head. The reception to his song was mixed. Not that he cared. For once, he had gotten to sing a full song, and he had reached his goal.

From the titantron, Kurt Angle made the announcement that everybody had been waiting for.

“I have been working all week with Paul Heyman and Vince McMahon. An agreement has been made. Brock Lesnar will be defending his title at Summer Slam against Braun Strowman.” He paused with a smile as the crowd approved. “Furthermore, if he attempts to back out of this appearance again, he will immediately be stripped of his title. Because that’s how we do it here on Monday Night Raw from here and moving forward.”

Once Elias was gone, Baron Corbin and Finn Balor made their way down to the ring. JoJo announced that the match was for the Money in the Bank contract. Whoever won the match would win control of it and could use it for any championship title. Baron smirked, sure that he had his second chance in hand even before the bell rang. Finn smiled back, even as he handed over the briefcase to the ref.

Baron made the first attack. He used his height and slight strength advantage to keep Finn off his feet. With the Balor Club leader unable to even stand, he couldn’t use his rope skills to gain the upper hand. He was able to throw Baron out of the ring for a second, but the lone wolf came around the ring post and slid back into the ring for a clothesline. Baron focused on Finn’s legs and knees from there. He flourished his attacks with chokeslams.

But his customary gloating was his downfall.

Finn contorted out of the Deep Six that would have finished him and dropped Baron’s head to the canvas. He gained the upper hand at last. While Baron was quick himself, Finn was faster. Snappier. And his lithe frame made him harder to catch when he was on a roll. He bent Baron in half with a blow to the stomach, then sent him down with a dropkick. Finn grinned at the audience when they realized Baron had landed perfectly in front of the corner.

Coup de gras. One. Two. Three.

The ref handed Finn the briefcase. While his back was turned, Baron made it to his feet and ran at him. His blow didn’t hit his intended target. Instead of Finn’ kidneys, Baron’s fist collided with the briefcase as Finn spun.

Balor left the ring with a dark smile, leaving Baron scowling and clutching his hand.

You were late.

Finn had just walked around the far corner and out of sight. You waited patiently, knowing Baron would be along soon, if a bit angry. Nothing you hadn’t dealt with before. He came out and groaned when he saw you.

“Mr. Corbin,” you trotted to keep up with his retreating form. “Can I-“

“No. You can’t.”

With a huff, you tried again. “Please, Mr. Corbin-“

“What is it with you calling everybody Mr. and Ms.?” He stalked over to you, making you take a few steps back. “No. The match didn’t go as I wanted.” He took another step closer. “Yes, I still have issue with Finn Balor.” You bumped into something and stumbled to brace yourself. “And, no. I do not want to answer any of your annoying questions.”

“Corbin.”

You peeked around and saw Dean standing a couple yards away. Baron chuckled.

“Here to rescue your cousin?” He stepped to one side so you could move to stand with Dean. “What happened, Y/N? Couldn’t find a chair to stand on this time so you called back-up?”

“Watch your mouth, Corbin.” Seth and Roman emerged from the shadows on his other side. They stared him down as he realized just how outnumbered he was. He left with a huff.

Letting out your breath, you turned to Dean and crossed your arms. “Was it chance, or have you been keeping tabs on me? Since when does the Shield swoop in to save interviewers?” He moved to say something, then pointed at his brothers to do the talking. Roman took the bait.

“There’s usually at least one of us keeping an eye on you.” Before you could argue, “you’ve been making waves since you got here.”

“But that’s what the training has been for,” you groaned, “right?”

“Training?” Dean whipped back and forth between you. “What training?”

You cleared your throat. “Well… Seth offered. Then Roman. And technically some of the Smackdown crew offered first.

Dean was hovering between fuming and irritated calm, settling for bouncing his leg. “Oh? And who would that be?”

You thought back. “Well, Charlotte offered. Then Naomi. Jeff Hardy, Becky… Sheamus-“

“Sheamus!”

“Yeah,” you squeaked. “He’s been really helpful and doesn’t take it easy on me like a lot of them do.”

Seth cut in, “have you beaten him yet?”

“No, but I’m close.” You turned back to Dean. “So, I’m covered. Really. You guys don’t have to… do… this. Whatever it is.”

Shaking his head, Dean disagreed. “We’re not going to stop being your shadow until I see this for myself.”

Was he-? “So… you want to see me wrestle?” All of you seemed shocked, including Dean once it registered. “Could… could I wrestle you? I mean, that would be the best way for you to see what I know.” You trailed off, again holding your breath. This was crazy. Twenty years no contact, then being reunited only to fight one another within a few weeks? There was no way he was-

“Well… we are in Cincinnati. Every town loves a homegrown star. You got gear?” He smiled as you eagerly nodded. “I’ll go talk to Kurt. You change out. If you really want to do this.”

“Yeah.” You gave his shoulder a playful nudge. “Just promise you won’t take it easy on me, or get angry when I hit you good.”

“Gear first. Smack talk later.” He shoved you gently to get moving down the hallway. Seth offered to help you find padding while Roman stayed with Dean. “So, she’s been training with you for how long?”

“Oh, a couple months on top of some free kickboxing classes she got in college. Should have told you, sorry about that.” Roman placed his hand on Dean’s shoulder. “And Uce… she moves like you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. All on her own. Unprompted. Freaked Seth and I both out the first time. It’s going to be a great match.”

Dean chuckled. “We gotta convince Kurt first.”

Kurt didn’t need convincing at all. He gave you guys the last spot before the main event between Nia and Ember.

Seth and Roman were going to stay backstage. They didn’t want to over-direct your movements in the ring, though they were humorously averse to not being able to mess with Dean. Seth promised to keep a list of things to work on.

Per your request, you had music to enter with too. Dean went first, basking in the homecoming and bouncing his way down to the ring. Your music started with a similar guitar riff that changed and dropped into a melody. It was one of your favorite songs with the words removed.

Entering the arena as a competitor, even if it was against Dean, was something you were never going to forget. The roar of it all filled your ears like an energizing static. And it was Cincinnati. They knew you were family. There was so much love. You hoped that you were going to be able to uphold their expectations, and the expectations of everyone who had helped you get this far. You wondered if your parents were watching.

The bell rang.

Despite what he was going to say later, Dean was taking it easy on you. And despite part of you screaming that was unfair, you were glad he was. Sparing with your friends/trainers was one thing. Wrestling with several thousand pairs of eyes watching? It was terrifying. It had been all love a few minutes ago, but now they wanted to see the Lunatic Fringe and if you had any of that in you too.

“Come on, Y/N. What’cha got?” he taunted playfully. Right before you swept his legs out from under him and moved for your first pin.

Mostly you were avoiding getting hit. At one point you ducked under Dean’s clothesline and ended up sitting on a top turnbuckle. When Dean finally found you, you gave him a cheeky smile and a finger-wiggling wave that made him beam. It was also your position for the move you’d been working on. Dean headed in your direction, but you spun off the ropes and swung your fist like Roman showed you. You were able to give most of it to Dean, though he turned a little and was able to get back to his feet.

“What the hell was that?” he asked, holding his jaw.

“A… um… tornado punch?” You shrugged.

He nodded. “I like it.”

After that, it was mostly showing off. He got you a few times, though you had to admit Sheamus hit you much harder. You impressed him by getting out of a Dirty Deeds and nearly dropping him in one of your own. He circled the ring with you following his steps. Your cheeks were probably going to be more sore than the rest of you with all the gleeful smiling you couldn’t control. And he didn’t take advantage when you were distracted by the first chanting of your name.

But others did.

Dean gave a shout as a forearm came from the corner of your eye. You saw him go down at the same time as you. The ref was yelling for your attackers to get out of the ring. The match was ended, but the assault continued. Hands wove their way into your hair and lifted you to your feet. Mojo Rawley had a hold of Dean and Mickie James had a hold of you. They hit you both in the stomach, bowing you in half, before making their escape back the way they came.

From your kneeling positions, you looked at each other with equal confusion.

“What the hell was that?” you asked.

“Welcome to WWE,” Dean quipped. He helped you to your feet and gave you a pat on the back. “You’ve been taught good. I’m impressed.”

The pain in your stomach was overwritten with pride. A pride that continued to swell when the crowd starting cheering again. You two left, nudging and bumping each other up the ramp like you used to do when Dean would pick you up from school.

Nia Jax and Ember Moon were unbothered by the actions of Mickie. If anything, there was one less woman to worry about since her attention was split.

It was a mix of styles from two powerful women. Ember was fast, but Nia had dealt with that before. She easily caught Ember a number of times, throwing her over her shoulder for Samoan drops, bench presses, and gravity drops. Ember had survived just as much before. While it was unfortunate to get snatched off her feet so easily, she also knew where and when to hit Nia to cut her down the most.

Nia was impressed. Few women actively engaged in matches with her. In an honorable way that is. Ember was obviously not following in the footsteps of the opponents before her who would run away or attack from behind. She looked Nia in the eye and gave as much she got. Nia appreciated it. What she didn’t appreciate was how Ember was beating her. The speed, though waning, was proving to be formidable.

Ember got Nia in position for the Eclipse. She was seconds away from her first main roster title, but that was seconds to many. Nia turned and caught her leap, then threw her to the match before performing a leg drop that finished the match.

The ref handed Nia back her title, who held it overhead while he lifted her hand and Ember heaved in pain.

“You did good,” Nia said. “I was better.” She smiled and held the title in Ember’s face. “But I get the feeling this is going to be yours one day. Not any time soon,” she laughed, “but we’ll fight again.”

Ember accepted the hand Nia offered. “I look forward to it.”

Part 12: Nothing Has Changed

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Tag List and Request Options

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In general fandom tag options, there are DC, Marvel, Supernatural, and WWE.

For Characters tag lists: 

  DC: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, and Jason Todd 

  Marvel: Bucky Barnes, Erik Killmonger, Kevin Ford, Loki, Steve Rogers, and Ulysses Klaue

  Supernatural: Dean and Sam Winchester, Castiel, and Lucifer

  WWE: 205 Live, Baron Corbin, Buddy Murphy, Cesaro, Elias Samson, Finn Balor, Jack Gallagher, Mojo Rawley, Neville, Noam Dar, Roman Reigns, Sami Zayn, Samoa Joe, Sheamus, Tommaso Ciampa, and either Uso.

I can write more characters as they are requested (like I have for Elliot Spencer, Eggsy Unwin, Sherlock, Tim McGee, and Tony DiNozzo).  

Please let me know at any time if you would like to be added to a tag list. (By request or personal message.) And you can request a fic about anyone on this too! You don’t have to be shy. My only uncrossable lines are underage readers (18+ only) underaged characters, ships, or cheating. I try to write for you guys as much as I write for me. 

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