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Family Found Part 31: Sending a Message

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It’s the last Monday before Clash of Champions, and everyone wants to make sure that their opponent knows what pain and humiliation are in store for them on Sunday. 

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence

Word Count: 2390

Note: Heads up, I am super mean to Jose this week. Sorry. Since Rhyno has retired, he’s not going to be in this series anymore. I wish him well wherever he goes. And, quick question, am I writing Bray/Dr. M creepy enough/too much? Any and all feedback is super appreciated. You can do it on this post, or my asks and private messages are always open.

Part 1: Welcome to the Team  

Part 30: Challenge Accepted

Monday Night Raw – December 10, 2018

“I don’t understand why Ember is fighting tonight. She’s got a title opportunity on Sunday!” Corey scoffed when Renee tried to calm him down. “It’s just… she’s been running full speed towards this goal, but – superkick from Ember! But fighting Mickie James tonight could cost her.”

They all flinched as the women fell back from the corner in a suplex. Renee pressed forward. “Ember knows exactly what she’s doing. Tonight is just practice. Keeping her muscles warm and keeping her head clear. She’s got this.”

A few moves later, Ember did not seem to ‘got this.’ Mickie was keeping her off her feet, and any time she did stand up, there was a kick or a punch that made her spin into the ropes. The war goddess hissed as she bounced off the apron, sprawling across the floor. She tried to get back between the ropes, but Mickie was there to pull her onto their springiness, sending her back. Then Mickie jumped, landing on her.

With a scream, Ember was through with the mockery Mickie was putting her through. She tossed Mickie into the ring post, then scaled up to the top. She Eclipsed. Rolling back into the ring, she waited for the count.

“Wait… do you think that’s the best choice going into Clash of Champions?” Cole asked. “Natalya’s going to have champion’s advantage, and she can’t lose the title by count-out.”

As the ref approached the count of seven, Ember growled as the realization hit her. She rolled out and collected her opponent. Mickie stumbled to her feet, turning just in time to catch another Total Eclipse. Ember pinned her without even a twitch from Mickie. She wobbled to her feet, flinching as the ref raised her hand. The stage lit up in purple, and Natalya walked out. She watched as the champion came down the ramp and entered the ring.

She didn’t say anything, just walked up to stand toe-to-toe with Ember. And then, with a bright smile on her face, she raised the title above them both. Point made, she turned on her heel and left the way she came.

***

All the audience could see was the darkness. A few offered up their flashlights, but when the silence took over, those snuffed out. Dr. M appeared on the screen, standing in a long dark hallway that looked like it belonged to an abandoned hospital.

“The first dose has been given,” he said. “The first antidote issued. My associate and I have what we want, and we’re not going to let a few parasites get their hands on our titles.” He flipped his tag title belt over his shoulder and smiled at it. Then he slowly turned his gaze forward. “Or will we? Because, you have to see, having the cure to what ails the WWE universe is no good unless it’s administered to everyone.” He squinted in thought. “Perhaps there are other goals we need to achieve to ensure the erasure of the widespread disease.”

He grabbed hold of the camera, making the image shake. “But that has not yet come to pass. Plans are still incubating. Tonight… no. Tonight is about sending the message. It’s making sure that the universe knows that its rescue is at hand. The rescue from the viruses and the human pestilence that is the Raw tag team division as it stands.” He stepped back. “Don’t worry. Doctor M is here to help.”

***

Backstage, Elias was tuning his guitar. Once he had it adjusted the way he liked it, he began to strum and hum along. Just as he was about to sing, a thumping beat came down the hallway. A man in a brightly colored shirt danced by with a speaker box playing No Way Jose’s music, followed by a long line of people who filled the space. Jose danced into the center of them, twirling one woman around, and then grabbing Elias’s hand to twirl him.

“Can you not-“ Elias growled and snatched his hand away. “Can you not do this right here?” He shouted over the music. Jose motioned that he couldn’t hear him. “Are you… are you headed to the ring? The ring!” It took several hand motions, but Elias finally got his question across. “Good. I’m going to meet you there!”

Jose smiled and motioned for his dance party to follow him, leaving the hall much quieter.

Elias sneered and shouldered his guitar. “Yeah, I’ll meet you in the ring.”

***

A few minutes later, Elias was illuminated in the center of the ring. “I had to rush to get here before the dancing hooligans, but I should have enough time to make sure that you know that WWE stands for?” He waited for the response. “Good. You’ve got it. Now let’s see if I can…” He strummed and was able to get into the same tune as before. But like earlier, as he was inhaling to sing along, Jose’s music interrupted. He stood and angrily shed his scarves, microphone, and guitar.

Before the bell had barely rung, Elias was attacking. But Jose knew what he had been doing, and saw it coming. With a relaxed dodge, Elias’s shoulder collided with the ring post. Jose pulled him back into the ring and tried for a pin, almost succeeding. From there, Jose took great pleasure in pushing Elias’s buttons. Even if the retaliation was painful and exhausting. He was talented in distracting hip curls, and in interrupting any attempted moves from his opponent. At his cue, the dancers that had stayed, danced a lap around the ring chanting “walk with Elias” very much off-key. It set Elias’s hackles on edge, making Jose laugh.

Turning his back on an irate Drifter was a mistake. A high knee laid Jose out flat. Elias took to the skies and finished him off with an elbow drop. When that wasn’t enough, Elias growled, “dance away from this,” and spun Jose up for powerbomb after powerbomb. Finally, Elias went for a pin, satisfied when the ref made it to three. He rolled out to retrieve his guitar.

No Way Jose stumbled to his feet. He was too busy rubbing the headache out of his temples to notice the frantic motions from his fellow dancers. Jose was oblivious to Elias raising his guitar behind him. It shattered on his back. Elias slung the remnants over his shoulder and nodded before leaving the ring.

***

In the next round for the women’s tag teams, Rhonda shadowboxed in the ring, waiting for her partner. Dana Brooke made her entrance. The women shook hands in the ring. “Thanks for… being willing to be my partner in this,” Rhonda said.

“Thanks for even thinking of me. Even if I was the last one available. You could have stayed out of the tournament, but you didn’t. And now we’re both here.”

They stood shoulder to shoulder as the Riott Squad took the stage. “No, no, no, no, NO!” Ruby twisted the mic on her hand. “Rhonda, Rhonda, Rhonda. You just can’t seem to play by the rules, can you? You swaggered into the WWE with your big name and doors just flung open for you.” She cackled. “You may have been great in your fighting world, but in this one, you have to earn your spot. And not by cutting corners. And Dana,” she cocked her head as she descended down the ramp, Liv Morgan and Sarah Logan on her heels, “you should know better. And I think, that of every woman on the roster, you would know fake, self-serving, inevitable back-stabbing power when you see it.”

Rhonda cut Dana off from rushing forward. She noted how the other two women had circled the ring, flanking them. Sarah and Liv stepped up onto the apron, harsh grins on their faces.

“And now,” Ruby finished, “we are going to make sure you pay. Both of you.” She strolled over to the bell booth and rang in the match herself.

It didn’t last long. The Riott Squad women were good what they did. If Rhonda was in the ring, they quick tagged and evaded her hits, keeping her frustrated. If Dana was in, well, they knew her buttons too. Whispering ghosts from her time working with Charlotte Flair. It wore on her more than the punches. And when it became too much, Rhonda was too busy chasing Liv for the tag. Sarah pinned Dana, then escaped up the ramp with her team.

“Lesson learned, Rhonda,” Ruby shouted back.

***

The number one contender’s match for the Raw tag titles was between the Revival and the team of Bobby Roode and Chad Gable. It was a heck of a match, keeping everyone on the edge of their seats. When Dash finally pinned Chad, even Dasha Fuentes had to applaud. The losers, and runner-ups by agreement, left the ring so the ref could raise the hands of the victors. The continued to celebrate even after he left.

Then the lights went out.

When they came back on, and only halfway, both Dash and Scott were knocked out in the ring. In either corner, the shadows turned out to be Dr. M and Braun Strowman. Again, the lights went out. When they came back on, fully this time, the Revival was still asleep on the mat, but Dr. M and Braun were gone.

***

The main event was what you had set up last week. Seth Rollins came out to the ring and grabbed a mic. “Over the past several weeks, there have been a great many… insinuations that I am not worthy to be Intercontinental Champion.” He shrugged. “I would have to disagree, but you guys deserve more than just words or a flashy appearance. So, tonight, right here and right now, I am issuing an open challenge. But not just any open challenge,” he grinned, “it’s going to be a gauntlet open challenge.”

Proud of himself, he beamed at the crowd, basking in the response they gave him. “Back there are five of some of the best wrestlers WWE has to offer. And not one of them is going home tonight with this title.” He returned the mic and handed the title to the referee while Jojo announced the match.

The first to come out was Baron Corbin. Most of their match ended up outside the ring. Between Baron’s quick recoveries around the posts, and Seth’s over-the ropes high flying, their part of the match could have gone either way. But Seth’s curb-stomp could knock out a dragon. He hurried to his feet after the pin, ready for the next opponent.

Dolph Ziggler came out next, proud and swaggering and taking his time to circle the ring before ascending the stairs. Both men glared at the other. Immediately, Dolph tried to catch Seth in a headlock, succeeding enough to toss the champion to the canvas. The goal was to keep him off his feet, and he did so with repeated kicks to his stomach and by targeting the areas already hurt by Baron. Still, Seth came back and gave worse to Dolph than what he had received. There may have been a slight hold on Dolph’s tights for the roll-up.

Having lost, Dolph begrudgingly left the ring. He paused at the bottom of the ramp as Drew McIntyre entered next. They sneered at each other, merely inches apart on the wide ramp, before going their separate ways. Again, the match was more likely to be outside the ring than in. Drew used the ring posts, the stairs, and his height advantage against Seth. And the injuries were beginning to add up. So Seth switched the game from defense to dodgeball. Every time that Drew tried to run Seth into something, it was reversed, and he ended up hitting the target. One such crash into the ring post was enough to keep Drew from kicking out, giving Seth a much-needed break.

Seth was still kneeling, facing where Drew had rolled out of the ring, when Dean’s music hit. He sighed with a smile, turning to watch his brother in arms come down the ramp. They shared a quick handshake. Then Dean used every trick he knew would either exhaust Seth or tick him off. And there was a lot to work with, considering their history.

Finn Balor’s entrance took over the stage. As suddenly as it came, the music stopped. Seth froze, keeping an eye out for a trick, giving Dean the break he needed to try for a roll-up. He was unsuccessful, but only just.

“Mind games!” Corey shouted.

Several long minutes later, Dean was pinned, though he kicked out at three and a quarter. Panting, they laughed. Dean rolled out of the ring, shaking his head. He motioned to Seth “so close.” His brother mouthed back, “you wish.”

Dean was long gone by the time Finn’s entrance started again. When he didn’t immediately enter from the front, Seth spun around just in time to receive a sling blade. He had already fought four of the best, and the fifth one was proving to be more than he could handle. It was taking longer and longer for him to get to his feet. And his slow reaction time didn’t save him from a number of hits. Finn went for a pin. At the last half-second, he pulled Seth up from the mat. With a soft pat to the side of Seth’s face, he slid out of the ring. The ref counted to ten while Seth rolled to his stomach, waiting for him to finish the job.

“Why would I beat you tonight, Seth? When I beat you, I want it at Clash of Champions, not on Monday Night Rollins.”

***

Backstage, Drew was nursing his wounds, physical and to his pride. Dolph’s arrival did nothing to better his mood. “What do you want? You’ve got nothing to brag about. Seth beat you.”

“You didn’t do much better.” Dolph took a deep breath and calmed his speech. “That’s why we need to combine forces again. We were so much stronger-“

“No, you were stronger.” Drew towered over him as he stood. “I was held back. Go after your own goals, Dolph, and stay out of the way of mine.”

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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

*Series Disclaimer (Placement of PPVs)

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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.

Part 24: Shattered (TLC)

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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.

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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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Family Found Part 12: Nothing Has Changed

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Tournaments are set up for the Women’s title and for the Intercontinental. Neither are going to be easy on their opponents, and both have Kurt Angle at the end of his rope. The Reader wants Dean to let her speak for herself.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence

Word Count: 2530

Note: Because I had no way of anticipating the announcement, assume the Evolution PPV was announced last week in the fic. I have also added it to my writing list and will build up to it as much as I can with the storylines I’ve been touching upon. Please give any feedback you thought up while reading this. I would really appreciate it. My requests and tag lists are still open. Enjoy!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 11: What’cha Got?

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Monday Night Raw – July 30, 2018 – Miami, FL

Corey, Coach, and Cole welcomed the home viewers to the show and began with reviewing the addition of the all-women pay-per-view: Evolution. October was still a long way off, but Kurt Angle wanted to get the show started with a match he hoped would show off the included talent. It was a tag-match between Mickie James paired with Sasha Banks against the team of Bayley and Alicia Fox.

It started well enough. Mickie was still riding off the high of her attack on you and Dean with Mojo. She and Alicia fought hard. They had participated in the earlier days of the women’s division and were soon going to have the chance to outshine their former matches. So they showed off. It didn’t matter if Sasha or Bayley switched in, the veterans were ready to introduce new move-sets that couldn’t wait for October. They were having the time of their lives. But the inevitable was bound to happen.

First, it was just screaming. Sasha would shout at Bayley from across the ring, and Bayley would ignore her a first. When Bayley was in the ring, Sasha’s statements were more in her face. Alicia had to shout loudly to keep her partner focused. When Sasha was in the ring, for one thing, Bayley would make sure she tagged out, and secondly, she pretended not to notice how rough Sasha was being.

Mickie tagged herself in when Sasha started ignoring the ref. “You’re gonna cost us the match.” Sasha tried to fight it, but Mickie took a stumbling Alicia from her. “Can you focus on the match and not your personal issues for ten minutes?” But a few minutes later, there was no choice but to tag Sasha back in. And Alicia had to tag Bayley too.

There wasn’t a pause, a stare down, or circling. The women immediately leapt at each other. Whatever had taken place at Extreme Rules was not the end. Sasha was still furious, and Bayley was more than willing to bring about the same outcome. But Sasha got the upper hand. The ref counted to five and could have counted to ten with Bayley’s legs stuck in the ropes and Sasha kicking her into the turnbuckles. The ref couldn’t get them apart, even when Bayley shook herself loose. Mickie and Alicia rushed in, but the women turned on their partners and fought them off so they could fight each other.

A few at a time, more women from backstage came out to split up the fight. Some branched off to handle their own business. By the time Kurt Angle came out, Nia had Sasha in one hand and Bayley in the other.

“What is this?” Kurt sighed and ran his hand over his head. “An amazing announcement was made last week that united you, and here you all are at each other’s throats. This was supposed to be a… and I had another announcement but I’m changing that one now.” That froze anyone who wasn’t paying attention before. “Summer Slam still needs a contender to face Nia for the Raw Women’s Championship. You can still fight tooth and nail, but this… anarchy and disregarding the ref’s calls is going to stop. Instead of a singles tournament, next week we are going to have a tag tournament. From the last tag team standing, those two women will battle it out to become the number one contender.” Kurt gave a huff, then left the stage.

Backstage, alliances were made fast. You snagged Natalya and Rhonda as they came back from the ring.

“What do you two make of having to fight towards the contender’s match together?’

The women shared a look, then Rhonda spoke first. “I’m not going to mind. If there’s anybody I want to face right before I try again at Nia, it’s Natalya. By getting to team with her, I’m ensuring that match can happen. If she wants to be my team-“

Natalya scoffed and broke in. “Of course I want to tag with you.”

They nudged shoulders while you asked your next question. “But do you see any possible issues once you have that match? You are sparring buddies, you train together, and now you’re going to tag together. Is that relationship going to be threatened at all by who wants the title more?” Rhonda was about to answer, but her attention was stolen by someone else. You turned and saw Sarah Logan and Liv Morgan standing behind you. So you had to think quick. “Do either of you see any future issues fighting for the same opportunity… assuming you are teaming together?” You offered them the mic.

Liv giggled and looked at Sarah. Sarah took your mic, looked at it, then tossed it across the hall. They left in a flurry of laughter that left the three of you confused and on edge.

Seth Rollins had a match with Mojo next. During the week they had shot tweets and videos at each other since Seth couldn’t let Mojo get away with his attack last week. Mojo shot back several up-front comments about his ability to watch Dean’s back, especially when he was looking to hit it with a chair. Or J and Jay. Or his head with a cinderblock. Mojo punctuated all his points with a gif of evidence.

By the time the match rolled around, Seth was done with putting up with Mojo. He attacked quickly, but Mojo was ready for the outburst. If anything, he was expecting it. Any of the usual quick, powerful moves Seth started with, Mojo had a reversal. Not to mention Mojo was tall, broad, and used to taking hits. He laughed each time Seth bounced off his chest.

He didn’t have to do anything. In his mind, Seth was going to tire himself out doing all the moves worthy of a cruiserweight with heavyweight flair, then he would tear him down. But when he tried to do the second part of the plan, it was too early. Seth still had plenty of energy, and he too could take a lot of hits. Drops. Collisions. Anything that Mojo threw at him. This was annoying to the point were Mojo wasn’t going for skill or ego-grounding, he was going for Seth’s knees. The first time, Seth took the hit and wrote it off. The second one made him step back with surprise. He set his shoulders back and prepared for war. Mojo grinned, then surged forward again. It wasn’t enough. Even with the definition of personal attacks, Seth stepped around them and fought back. Mojo was losing.

Seth set up for a frog splash. Mojo was motionless in the middle of the ring. The ref stopped waving his arms for Seth to get down, knowing it wasn’t going to work. Then everyone heard the record scratch. Distracted, the ref didn’t see Seth’s foot getting pulled from the top rope, sending him toppling into the ring.

Drew McIntyre called for Mojo to wake up. He did and crawled into position in time to hold Seth tighter than he could fight out of.

Mojo hurried up the ramp and out of the arena with Drew and a gloating Dolph Ziggler.

You hurried backstage, trying to get to your spot before Dolph and Drew would come out of Gorilla. Instead, you ran right into them as Mojo split away. Dolph saw you and waved for Drew to leave too.

“Hey, beautiful. And how are you on this fine evening?”

“I was great ‘til just now. Bye.” You tried to move past him, but he joined you on your way down the hall.

“Is there a particular reason why you refuse to talk to me? A stunning woman such as yourself shouldn’t be threatened by looks even as good as mine.”

You growled and turned to him. “No, couldn’t be threatened by that… or the lack thereof. Or how you keep interfering with my cousin’s matches. His brothers’ matches. How you sneak up on me during interviews like some thirsty vampire. No. Not a threat at all.” You clawed the air in the general direction of his face. “You are so incredibly stupid, Dolph. You repulse me. So go away, and leave me alone.”

Dolph threw an arm around your shoulder before you could get away. “I’m sorry, Y/N. Allow me to make it up to you?”

“Hey!” Dean yanked Dolph away from you and pinned him to the wall. “Can’t take a hint, buddy?”

“Dean, I’ve got this.” You tried to get between them and were only slightly successful. It had the unfortunate positioning for you to be pressed against Dolph’s chest.

“Awe, protecting me, sweetheart? I appre-“

“Zip it, Ziggler. Don’t you have interference to run with McIntyre?” He frowned but left. “And you,” you said, turning to Dean. “Why did you get involved?”

Dean frowned in confusion. “You wanted him to leave and he wasn’t listening. So I was going to make him leave.”

“He left because of me just fine a second ago.” You rolled your eyes with a huff.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” Dean sputtered. “You haven’t rolled your eyes at me in over twenty years!”

“I am very much aware; it’s not like I’ve had a chance to.”

“I know. And I am still sorry for that.”

You sighed and flexed your jaw. “You know I don’t blame you for that. It’s just… I’m not five years old anymore. I am fully capable of defending myself, by myself.”

“I know. But you don’t have to do that anymore!”

For a second you just looked at each other.

“For not seeing each other for so long, nothing’s really changed has it?” you asked. “Still fighting, but now I know bigger words to battle with. And I don’t have to stand on furniture to do it.”

“Yeah.” Dean chuckled and shuffled on his feet. “Y/N…”

“I’ve gotta go do my job.” You walked away, leaving Dean standing alone with words unsaid. Your team was waiting for you with Bayley and Alicia. “Sorry I’m late.” You took the mic and dived right in. “So have you figured out who your tag teammates are going to be?”

Bayley smiled. “Nothing official, but things are looking good. And I haven’t fought Foxy in a while. Well… except for just now. No hard feelings I hope.” She smiled and accepted Alicia’s hug, then grabbed her suitcase to leave. Alicia shook her head and shifted her focus to Sasha as she stepped out of the shadows.

“Oh yes,” Sasha hummed. “Very promising. Right, Foxy?”

Alicia giggled. “Of course, hun.” She winked loudly.

You pointed towards the garage. “But what about-“

“Don’t worry about her.” Sasha left arm and arm with Alicia. You shook your head and cleared the air with your hands. Tonight was too much, and you wanted nothing else to do with it.

A few matches later, it was getting close to the still undecided main event. Kurt Angle had been running around trying to control things. He had barely seen the inside of his office for all the hustle and was probably not going to see it for the rest of the show. At the moment he was trying to hide by some stage crates so he could answer some emails. Elias interrupted him again, wanting to know who he was going to fight at Summer Slam for the Intercontinental Championship.

“I don’t know. And to be honest, I really don’t care.” He ran his hand down his face. “I don’t mean that. Just… how about a good ole fashioned tournament? That seems to be working here of late.”

Elias nodded in agreement. “’Tis the season.”

“Fantastic,” he said unenthusiastically. “I’ll add it to next week’s events.” Kurt typed away at his phone and went in search of a new hiding spot.

Turning, Elias found he couldn’t step forward due to a large Braun-sized obstruction. He took a deep breath and stepped way back. “Are you going to be participating in the tournament?”

“No.”

He nodded and combed his fingers through his beard. “That’s… interesting to hear. I don’t know whether to be upset that we don’t get to try our skills against one another or-“ Elias faded out. There was no way in cold hell that was going to openly admit to being thankful not to have to fight Braun.

“I don’t have time to deal with you. I’ve got Finn to look out for. I don’t like that he hasn’t used it for your title. Brock is mine at Summer Slam, title or no title. But when I win the Universal, I want to hang onto it for a while. If he tries to cash in his contract on me, I’m going to be ready for him.” Braun pushed Elias into the crates and stomped away.

Elias was counting his lucky stars when he heard a laughing from above. Looking up, he could just make out the form of Finn Balor sitting in the shadows. His red gear seemed to glow in the dim light. The briefcase sat close by his side.

“Are you busy tonight?” Finn asked, leaning forward into the light.

“Not really, no.”

Finn smirked. “How about a match? You and me. And no,” he said as Elias opened his mouth, “not for the Intercontinental Championship. As enticing as it might be to have two titles by the end of Summer Slam, I want to dedicate all my energy to the one I’ve been chasing the longest. But that leaves in a bit of dilemma until then.” He jumped off the crates and landed in front of Elias. “How can I use my contract to the fullest if I’m out of shape? No, we both need practice for the big events ahead. Why not tonight?”

The Drifter’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He didn’t like the way Finn was grinning at him. “I could go for that.”

Finn smiled brightly. “Good. I’ll tell Kurt.”

There was something sinister about the way Finn was moving around in the ring. Elias couldn’t put his finger on it, but it was unsettling. The more he tried not to think about it, the more worried he became of a loss this close to his title match. If Finn lost, everybody knew he would bounce back. If he lost, the wolves would be circling soon.

Finn was borderline playful in the ring. Toying with Elias like a cat with a ball of string. Or a spider with a fly. He would take hits well enough and in a long enough succession for Elias to think he had the upper hand, then his legs would be swept from underneath. Or Finn would come flying out of the air and Elias would find himself staring at the ceiling. Finn kept throwing off his rhythm.

In the end, there was nothing Elias could do. The Coup de Gras descended from the top rope like an angel of death. Elias’s title match had just gotten a thousand times harder.

On the other hand, Finn was beaming and ready for a change in the wind.

Part 13: Not This Time

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Prompt: “Are your requests still open? Cause I need some Drew McIntyre smut and that Joe fic you wrote blew my mind. Like y’all are already together and he gets jealous because Dolph keeps being a flirt. So, like possessive dommy Drew staking his claim.” – @ballins-princess  

Pairing: Dom!Drew McIntyre x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, oral (male receiving)

Word Count: 1430

Note: I apologize to any of my readers who like Dolph. He keeps getting hate in my fics… and will in this one too. He is a fantastic athlete, but I love to hate him with almost as much fervor as I do Miz. (There is a Dolph smut in the works though.) If you have an idea of your own, let me know! My requests and my tag lists are open. I hope you guys enjoy this. 

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Your cheeks hurt. Like ‘Oh my gosh will my mother ever stop taking pictures’ hurt. The hurt that reminded you of the ‘your face will freeze that way’ threat… as if hadn’t already.

“You have a really cute laugh, Y/N,” Dolph said for the millionth time that afternoon. “Are you from Tennessee?”

Heaven help you.

“’Cause you are the only ten-I-see on the roster.” He grinned, proud of himself as you forced yourself to laugh again.

“Did you steal that from Tye Dillinger? ‘Cause the ten-thing sounds like his style.” You leaned further back into the wall as Dolph leaned in like telling you a secret.

“Nah, it’s all me, sweetheart.”

He’s your love’s partner. You had to be nice to him. You couldn’t be the cause of issues. Drew had enough to worry about. You could handle this. For at least a few minutes more. Hopefully.

“Is this man both’rin’ you?” Drew strode into view over Dolph’s shoulder.

“No,” you breathed, relieved when Dolph moved away. “Thanks for the entertainment. Shall we?” You grabbed your purse and quickly rushed to Drew’s side. He was confused when you dragged him away until you were far enough away to take a breather.

“Was he botherin’ you?” The growl underlying his voice made you panic.

“No. Not at all. It’s just… it’s just Dolph you know,” you laughed. “You know how he never shuts up. Really.” You gulped as Drew crossed his arms. “Drew-“

He hummed to cut you short. “Don’t lie to me. What’s wrong?” He kept staring at you with the same intensity as you tried to brush it off. But he saw straight through you. “Yer raight. I know Dolph.” Drew took a deep breath. “Tha bugger doesn’ know when to keep his mouth shut. I’m gonna give ‘im a lesson.”

“No, Drew.” You placed yourself between him and the path back to Dolph. “Not tonight. Tomorrow, please. Let us have tonight. I’m with you,” you wrapped your arms around his waist and felt his tense torso relax, “and I want to enjoy tonight. With you.”

Still, Drew growled. “Fine. Tomorrow I’m gunna let ‘im know that his advances are… unwelcome.” It made you shiver to see him tilt his head in that way. The way he did when he was going to get something he wanted. “How attached are you to the plan of dinner?”

“Not at all.”

“Good.” He suddenly had you trapped between him and the wall with his hand resting on your throat. “Because Dolph can’t flirt with you if you can’t walk enou’ to leave tha bed.”

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Prompt: “Are your requests still open? Cause I need some Drew McIntyre smut and that Joe fic you wrote blew my mind. Like y’all are already together and he gets jealous because Dolph keeps being a flirt. So, like possessive dommy Drew staking his claim.” – @ballins-princess  

Pairing: Dom!Drew McIntyre x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, oral (male receiving)

Word Count: 1430

Note: I apologize to any of my readers who like Dolph. He keeps getting hate in my fics… and will in this one too. He is a fantastic athlete, but I love to hate him with almost as much fervor as I do Miz. (There is a Dolph smut in the works though.) If you have an idea of your own, let me know! My requests and my tag lists are open. I hope you guys enjoy this. 

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Your cheeks hurt. Like ‘Oh my gosh will my mother ever stop taking pictures’ hurt. The hurt that reminded you of the ‘your face will freeze that way’ threat… as if hadn’t already.

“You have a really cute laugh, Y/N,” Dolph said for the millionth time that afternoon. “Are you from Tennessee?”

Heaven help you.

“’Cause you are the only ten-I-see on the roster.” He grinned, proud of himself as you forced yourself to laugh again.

“Did you steal that from Tye Dillinger? ‘Cause the ten-thing sounds like his style.” You leaned further back into the wall as Dolph leaned in like telling you a secret.

“Nah, it’s all me, sweetheart.”

He’s your love’s partner. You had to be nice to him. You couldn’t be the cause of issues. Drew had enough to worry about. You could handle this. For at least a few minutes more. Hopefully.

“Is this man both’rin’ you?” Drew strode into view over Dolph’s shoulder.

“No,” you breathed, relieved when Dolph moved away. “Thanks for the entertainment. Shall we?” You grabbed your purse and quickly rushed to Drew’s side. He was confused when you dragged him away until you were far enough away to take a breather.

“Was he botherin’ you?” The growl underlying his voice made you panic.

“No. Not at all. It’s just… it’s just Dolph you know,” you laughed. “You know how he never shuts up. Really.” You gulped as Drew crossed his arms. “Drew-“

He hummed to cut you short. “Don’t lie to me. What’s wrong?” He kept staring at you with the same intensity as you tried to brush it off. But he saw straight through you. “Yer raight. I know Dolph.” Drew took a deep breath. “Tha bugger doesn’ know when to keep his mouth shut. I’m gonna give ‘im a lesson.”

“No, Drew.” You placed yourself between him and the path back to Dolph. “Not tonight. Tomorrow, please. Let us have tonight. I’m with you,” you wrapped your arms around his waist and felt his tense torso relax, “and I want to enjoy tonight. With you.”

Still, Drew growled. “Fine. Tomorrow I’m gunna let ‘im know that his advances are… unwelcome.” It made you shiver to see him tilt his head in that way. The way he did when he was going to get something he wanted. “How attached are you to the plan of dinner?”

“Not at all.”

“Good.” He suddenly had you trapped between him and the wall with his hand resting on your throat. “Because Dolph can’t flirt with you if you can’t walk enou’ to leave tha bed.”

“Strip.”

Your clothes dropped to the floor of your hotel room as fast as you could fumble out of the buttons and zippers. For whatever reason, your bra clasps got stuck. Your heart jumped to your throat as Drew stepped towards you.

“Allow me.” He stared down at you, reaching behind and freeing you. His hands grazed down your sides to your hips. With the slightest touch, he sent the last of the fabric to the floor. His breath caught in his throat and he reached up to thumb over your nipples. You closed your eyes in bliss, leaning into his touch. He stepped back and smiled as you whined. Drew palmed at the large bulge in his pants. You licked your lips, then flicked your eyes back up to his face. Where they were supposed to be.

He sat down on the bed and tilted his head so he could appreciate your form better. You stayed as still as you could, despite the buzzing under your skin. Again, your eyes drifted down to the bulge in his pants.

“Do ya want it?” He caught your eye with a bemused expression on his face. When you nodded, he leaned back on the bed and motioned you over with two curling fingers. You took slow steps, trying not to seem too eager. “I asked, do ya want it?” You quickly closed the distance and reached for the buckle on his pants. He unbuttoned the top button of his suit shirt while you lowered his zipper. You reached through the slit in his short for his length, brushing your thumb along the vein while pulling it out.

Bracing yourself on his thighs, you leaned down and gave his head a test lick. Drew groaned and let his head fall back. His thighs tensed under your hands as you ventured further. You licked the underside of his length from base to tip, pleased when he gasped in surprise. You took a deep breath. With one last lick of your lips, you began to wrap your mouth around him. Hollow. Suck. Lick. Batt your eyes. Repeat. You found your rhythm and gave Drew what you knew he liked. Behind it, you hoped you were telling him how much you preferred to be there with him than anywhere with Dolph.

You whined as Drew gently took hold of your hair and pulled you away.

“Nu-uh. I’m in control.”

“Yes, Sir,” you said without hesitation.

Drew couldn’t hide the dimple that peaked out. “Good girl.” He moved you to one side so he could stand and shed his pants and shorts. You took the initiative to unbutton his shirt. When it was open, you wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed yourself into his warm chest, breathing deeply. His fingers combed through your hair and his chest began to rise and fall to match your breathing.

With a shrug, he dropped the shirt to the floor. You squealed as he fell back onto the bed with you trapped in his arms. He guided you up to sit on his stomach. Automatically, your hands splayed open across his pecs, which rippled under your touch. His hands came to rest on your hips. With a smirk, he began to guide you to slide back and forth. His cock was trapped beneath you. Your hips bucked each time the tip bumped into your clit. You tried to rush back for that sensation, but he maintained the pace. The longer he controlled you, the wetter you became.

Finally, he helped you up to sink down on his cock. You wiggled your hips at the bottom, feeling him fill you up so perfectly. A sigh fell from your lips. Your eyes snapped open from their hazy relaxed state and you slapped a hand over your mouth. Drew reached up and brought your hand back to his chest.

“I want ta hear ya, love. An’ by the time I’m done with ya, the whole floor is gonna know who you belon’ ta.”

Next thing you knew, you were on your back and Drew was holding your legs up and wide for him. You screamed his name as he thrust roughly into you. You saw stars. Clawing at the sheets, you fought to keep your eyes open because the view was spectacular.

Drew’s eyes were blazing. His hair had fallen over his face, and it swung as he rocked his hips forward and back. His skin was shiny with sweat, which dripped down between the curves of his abs. His chiseled jaw was taunt. You were mostly drawn to his lips, pursed tightly together though occasionally opening to let out a puff or a shout. Drew’s eyes drooped shut as your walls clamped around him.

“Cum, lass. Don’t worry; it won’t be ya last tonight.”

Your toes curled as he leaned forward to bury himself further in your heat. The blood rushing in your ears gave way to ringing when Drew flicked at your clit. You arched as far as you could go, then fell back into the sheets. Drew followed with a shout of his own, followed by moaning your name.

One he had eased out of you, he fell to lay beside you. You curled yourself into his chest, tucking your head under his chin. You were fighting off sleep when he started to stroke your arm.

“Rest, love. Just for a bit,” he hummed. “Dolph’s gonna be in ta next room in a few hours, probl’y alone. And I plan on making sure he hears who ya belong to as well.” He made room for you as you wriggled up to lay next to him on the pillows.

You smiled and bit your bottom lip. “Nothing like hearing how it should be done to get the lesson through his thick skull. I’m yours. And nobody is going to take me away from you.”

Drew nipped along the underside of your jaw to your ear. “Yer damn raight.”

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Family Found Part 9: Chance and Consequences

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The Reader gets caught in the middle of an attack on Roman. The final touches are put into place for Extreme Rules.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, the reader gets involved, unwanted advances from Dolph Ziggler

Word Count: 2360

Note: This one was written a bit quicker due to the 4th of July, but all plot points made it in this week. (I forgot one a few weeks ago and had to scramble. You guys didn’t notice, did you?) In the coming weeks, the Reader is going to get sucked into the middle of everything. If you don’t want to miss a chapter, my tag lists are open. So are my requests if you’ve got an idea you don’t want to write yourself. Hope you guys like how this has been going so far. Enjoy!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 8: Focused on Alignments 

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Monday Night Raw – July 9, 2018 – Boston, MA

Seth was past being subtle and he hoped Elias was too. The crowd screamed along with his entrance and he made his way to the ring like a man on a mission. They tried to start a Rollins chant, but he waved them away.

“No, no, no, no, no. We’ve got to get something out of the way. All of these open challenges have been fun, but who I want to fight hasn’t answered. Not like he should have. But that’s alright. That’s what we’ve got a manager for.” Seth paced around the ring. “I talked to Kurt Angle, and if my opponent answers the challenge, we’re gonna have one hell of a match at Extreme Rules. Elias, can you drift your way out here?”

There was a pause. Seth shifted his weight and shook his head. A bright grin broke out on his face as he heard the strum of a guitar. But he was confused; Elias wasn’t on the stage. The strumming came again, and the crowd started screaming. Seth spun around, and Elias was leaning against the ropes.

“Rollins,” he said with a nod.

Seth eyed how Elias was holding his guitar. “Which Delilah is she?” Rollins counted on his fingers. “Are you at ten yet, or…”

“Delilah is always Delilah. Doesn’t matter how many times the song breaks, the tune will always be the same. And so will the pain each time she comes into play. Right, Rollins?” Elias smirked. “How’s your head?”

“Just fine,” Seth smirked back. “As a matter of fact, I would like to return the favor. You up for an Extreme Rules match on Sunday?” He held up the Intercontinental Championship. “I would fight to the ends of the world to keep this. The past several weeks you have done just about everything to make me lose it but get involved fully yourself. If you were trying to piss me off, congratulations, you’ve done it. On Sunday, under this ring, there will be tables, chairs, and everything we can use to break each other. Use them, bring your guitar, bring your best. ‘Cause I am going to-“

Seth didn’t get to finish as Elias quickly moved forward and crashed his guitar over Seth’s shoulder. While Seth was trying to catch his breath, Elias towered over him.

“Bring your best. Your ego. Your all. It won’t be enough.” He left the ring, broken guitar over his shoulder. On the floor, he turned around and gave Seth a mock bow, who could only grimace and glower back.

Jinder had been able to secure a match with Titus O’Neil. He claimed it “was one last bit of sparring before Extreme Rules” where he was “sure” to beat both Braun and Roman and ensure the coveted spot for the Universal Championship.

Despite Apollo Creed and Dana accompanying Titus to the ring, Sunil was able to interfere several times. At one point, Dana was able to knock him over the head with her clipboard, but that only kept him out of trouble for a few minutes. Minutes that Jinder was able to use his own skill to beat down the founder of Titus Worldwide. Sunil was about to interfere again as an ankle grabber when a large hand grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. He was thrown nearly the entire length of the ring where he crashed into a barricade.

Jinder hurried to the ropes and came face to face with Braun Strowman. The monster among men stepped off the apron and smiled. Jinder started to shout at him when Titus scooped him up. Jinder was rolled up for the pin. Titus Worldwide had a short celebration outside the ramp, then they hurried out of the arena. Braun stepped into the ring and quickly neutralized Jinder for his customary drop. He roared and left.

This could not be allowed.

Sunil stumbled ahead as they searched for Kurt Angle. Jinder pushed his announcer out of the way when they found him.

“What kind of a manager are you? Letting Braun go around and do whatever he wants. It’s terrible leadership. What are you going to do about his actions.”

Kurt sighed. “Nothing.” He waved his hands and kept going before Jinder could interrupt him. “I watched everything before Braun showed up. You had an advantage over Titus O’Neil because of Sunil, who I know was working under your orders. So from what I could see… you’re even. You had the advantage, then Braun gave enough to Titus so he did. Considering everything, I think the superstar who won was the right one.”

Jinder scoffed. “So there’s not going to be any consequences.”

Kurt pursed his lips and thought. “No.” He rubbed his head as Jinder huffed and stormed off. This was either the easiest blow-off he had given so far, or it was the worst decision he’d made in a while.

Further backstage Ember was roaming the hallways. Her forehead was creased, and everybody could just about see the cogs of her mind tumbling over one another. She shadowboxed at an extra steel frame for the stage. A sing-song voice made her freeze.

“Ember!” Sasha came up next to her, all smiles. Ember tried to walk away, but Sasha followed. “I need to talk to you. About Extreme Rules.”

With a sigh, Ember stopped. “Me too. Sasha-“

“Bayley is all hugs and smiles, I know, but she’s also full of fight. It won’t hard to beat her, but we’ve got our match next Monday and I don’t want to jip you a great match by giving all my energy to Bayley. If Bayley wasn’t in the way, we could have been having our number one contender’s match on Sunday.” She nudged Ember’s shoulder. “Fate is a funny thing. So can I count on you to have my back? There’re no disqualifications. No rules. We can do anything. You in?” Sasha held out her hand for a handshake.

Ember took Sasha’s hand and curled her fingers into her palm. “No.”

“What?” she growled.

“I’m not going to have your back on Sunday. If it had only been one person, maybe. But nearly the entire women’s roster is telling me to not trust you. So, I’m not going to. If I was in your position, I’d use Extreme Rules as a chance to take out Bayley, and then turn around and use what I could to weaken you before Monday.” Ember watched Sasha’s eyes widen. “That was your plan, right?” She shook her head. “No. I won’t have your back on Sunday. See you on Monday.”

Ember walked away. The other woman stood irate until Ember rounded a corner.

Then all hell broke loose.

Sasha threw everything she could get her hands on. Chairs. Papers. She tipped over the steel frame, ignoring the people it almost landed on. They all stayed back as she let out a harsh scream.

When her lungs finally gave out, she brushed back her hair with a huff. “What are you looking at?” She pushed past a bewildered techie. Ready for battle. With anybody.

“Excuse me, Mr. Ziggler?” You rushed to catch up and nearly bumping into his partner, Drew McIntyre. Not that it was a bad thing. “Um, you guys have a match tonight to become number one contenders for the tag team champions. What are your thoughts on your opponents for the evening?”

Dolph sniggered. “The ‘Authors of Pain’?” He smiled up at Drew. “They just got here and they think they even deserve a chance at the titles? Whew. The audacity.” He eyed you up and down, making you clear your throat and shift your attention to Drew.

“Mr. McIntyre, they have shown themselves to be incredibly strong. Do you foresee any problems in keeping up-“

“Keepin’ up? Lass, they will be the ones strugglin’ to keep up. We ‘ave years of experience an’ it has served us well.”

“They don’t stand a chance,” Dolph added. He stepped closer to you and laid his hand on your shoulder. “Speaking of chance….”

“Mr. Ziggler?” You eyed him warily.

“Dolph, please. Life is a game of chance, don’t you think? So what about this bet: we win I get to take you out to dinner. If we lose I have to settle for your number?”

You shuddered and took a step back. “I only gamble with my money, Mr. Ziggler, never with my life. Good luck in your match.” Dolph had kept his hand on your shoulder, so you pushed it off and walked away hoping he wouldn’t try to talk to you after the match.

It looked like it was going to be unlikely. New or not, the Authors of Pain did a great job of keeping the veterans on their toes. They weren’t as fast as Dolph, but they were sturdy and hitting them was like hitting a brick wall. The sturdiness carried into fighting Drew, with Akam surprising Drew with a suplex.

You considered taking them a collection of cookies when they pinned your unwanted suitor.  

The last match of the night had been set up between Finn Balor and Bobby Lashley. Something about wanting to show off in a past versus future of the company match. It was mostly going to be for show with nothing to be gained except for pride, so you answered when the stage manager was looking for someone to interview Roman.

You found him packing up his stuff at a hall convergence. Seth and Dean walking away in the background. “Hey, Roman.”

He dropped his stuff and answered you with a smile. “Hey, Y/N. What can I answer for you this evening?”

“I’m kinda wondering what you’re going to be doing for Extreme Rules. Seth has got his extreme match with Elias, and Dean has one with Kevin Owens. Dana hasn’t completely caught me up, but as far as I know, this is your first pay-per-view without a match in… a while if not ever.”

He nodded. “Yeah, it is. I mean, the night’s not over… and I have to say I might actually be looking forward to getting to just enjoy a show for once. And it’s not like I won’t have anything to do. I’ve got my brothers to root for, to have their backs if they ask.” He chuckled. “I’m going to be there anyway, even if technically I’ve got the night off.”

“You guys really are like brothers,” you asked with a hushed voice. Sounded nice.

“Yeah, we are.” He gave your shoulder a slight nudge. “How’s the training coming?” He grinned as you perked up.

“It’s going great. Thanks for your help, by the way. I don’t think I could handle a whole match by myself or anything, but I can watch my back. I think.”

“That’s good. Have you-“

You were grabbed from behind and Roman was pushed into the wall. Jinder punched at Roman’s torso until he fell. Then he continued with kicks. Seth and Dean came running up and were able to pull Jinder away for their own attack.

The ruckus had summoned a series of security guards and an irritated Kurt Angle. He stood between Jinder and the Shield. “What are you doing? You can’t just do whatever you want.”

“That’s not what you said about Braun earlier.”

Kurt grit his teeth. “I explained by choice then. You were already crossing the line. Braun’s actions more or less pushed you back across it. Or I thought they did.” Roman surged forward, making Kurt struggle to push him back. “This has got to stop. Roman, you go one way, and Jinder you go the other way. I’ve got something to announce before the last match.”

Roman and Jinder stared each other down.

“Roman?” you squeaked. He looked back at you and stood down. Jinder was smirking, so you glared at him. “Jinder,” you said darkly. His forehead scrunched up, but he did leave. Kurt headed towards Gorilla.

“Hey,” Dean caught your attention. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” You looked back at Sunil, whom nobody had seemed to notice yet. “I’m fine.” You hugged yourself and picked at the fabric of your sleeves. Did you really just-

“Hey,” Dean said softly. He looked at you, trying to look past the mask you’d built. He opened his arms to talk, but you stepped into his chest. Like clockwork relearning how to tick, his arms closed around your shoulders. Dean relaxed into the hug as you did. Your stomach felt like it was full of butterflies, but not quite. More like finding the missing piece to a thousand-piece puzzle. The one from the center that completed the picture and made you feel accomplished. The last one right before you took the puzzle apart to start a brand new one. One that hopefully wouldn’t be missing anything. Dean broke into your thoughts. “You okay, ladybug?”

“Yeah.” You took a deep breath and stepped away. “You guys were packing up. Didn’t mean to keep you from that.”

Seth snorted. “Don’t worry about it. Jinder did the interrupting. Not you.”

It made you smile. “Still, I don’t want to hold you back. I’ll see you guys Sunday.” You gave them a hesitant wave and left for Gorilla to catch Kurt’s announcement.

Kurt went out with no music. “On Monday Night Raw, superstars are supposed to settle their differences in the ring. It’s to keep backstage free from becoming dangerous for everyone involved in making the show happen every week. That is why I am setting the last Raw match at Extreme Rules between Jinder Mahal, Braun Strowman, and Roman Reigns. That match will be a triple threat number one contender’s match for who will get to face Brock Lesnar for the Universal Championship.” He sighed while the crowd reacted. “Hopefully this will clear things up. Now for our main event.”

Finn Balor’s music started before Kurt could get off the stage. He was beaming and carrying his briefcase. He would end up winning against Bobby Lashley, each wrestler impressed by the other in a rare clean ending for Raw.

Part 10: Unfortunate Circumstances (Extreme Rules)

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