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Family Found Part 23: Sunday is Set

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With TLC on Sunday, everybody’s true motives are coming to light. Or at least, that’s the ruse set by others. The final pieces are cast for the most extreme game of chutes and ladders coming in six days.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, mind games

Word Count: 2136

Note: Again, I hadn’t realized that they moved TLC to December, but it’s too late for me to backtrack. So, TLC will be in next week’s chapter, making for three PPVs this month. All the wrestling! Tag lists and requests open. Feedback much appreciated!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 22: A Turn of Events

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Monday Night Raw – October 15, 2018 – Philadelphia, PA

In one hand you had a clipboard ready to sign, in the other, you had a coffee that had gone cold. Baron Corbin walked up and caught you at what was probably your most hectic moment all night. He looked about two seconds from growling at you. He put on a more neutral face as Stephanie McMahon strutted up behind him.

“I have complete faith in you, Y/N,” she said. “It’s the last show before TLC, and I have no doubt that everything is going to run smoothly.”

You gulped and looked at Baron. “I have high hopes too.”

She noticed you gaze and gave Baron a heavy pat on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. If you’re as good as Kurt says you are, we are both going to see a wonderful show tonight. And you don’t have to worry about Baron. He’s going to be learning by my side all night. You won’t need to make a match for him this week.”

“Thank you.” You bit back a half-baked comment about a McMahon being a high-paid babysitter for the night.

Baron stole your coffee on their way out. You chuckled as you heard him sputtering about it down the hall.

***

Finn Balor’s music was probably everybody’s favorite way to start the night.

Mojo was already in the ring, and Kevin Owens soon made his way to the commentary table. “Okay, I am ready to watch Finn retain his title. Or not, if Mojo wants to take his spot and defend it at TLC. Either works for me.”

The challenger and defender met for a quick handshake before doing their best to rip each other apart. The more they gave and took, the more the crowd got into it. And the more it made Kevin nervous.

“I’m not nervous. Stop saying that. I am perfectly happy with Finn using up all his energy tonight so I can take back the Universal Title. Or Mojo. Whichever.”

“But Finn Balor has shown time and time again what he’s willing to do to keep it. Something you’ve been on the receiving end of before.” Michael Cole flinched as Finn dropped kicked Mojo. “You don’t have any fears at all about Sunday?”

Kevin hesitated as Finn climbed to the top turnbuckle and leaped. “Nope. Not at all,” he rasped.

Finn won the pin. He stood with his boot on Mojo’s chest and pointed at Kevin. The Canadian quickly left the arena.

***

Elias sat in the center of the spotlight. He looked grimly at his guitar and hesitated to bring his fingers up to play. “Philly, I can sense there is going to be a change in the winds on Sunday.” He played a few sorrowful chords as the audience booed. “Don’t worry about it too much. I will still be Intercontinental at the end of the night. But… it’s the other three men you should be concerned for.” After a few more chords, he sang.

“One man burned down all he knew. One man has held this gold. One man there will be betrayed. And one man is the last hope of the world.”

There would have been more, but a record scratch kept him from it. Elias readied for an attack. Dolph Ziggler and Drew McIntyre calmly walked out onto the stage.

“And what do you mean by that, Elias?” Dolph asked. “I have held that god, yeah. I’ve had it several times. I going to hold it again come Sunday at TLC. At best it’s two versus two, but eventually, Seth is going to reach for his own goals, and then it will be three versus one. Those aren’t odds for you, Elias.”

Drew was not so flippant with the line about him. “What do you mean one man will be betrayed?”

Elias grinned and lowered his guitar from its attack position. “You really think that, come Sunday, that Dolph is going to let you walk over him for this title? Drew… come on. You have been blinded. Probably by that bleached shine off the top of his head. As short as he is compared to you…”

“Get to the point Elias.” Drew cut him off and kept Dolph from interrupting.

“You need to see the truth, Drew. Dolph Ziggler only ever works for himself. If his goals or his plans are threatened, he will dump the cargo to save the ship. And that’s going to include you.”

Dolph surged forward, staggering back as Drew caught his collar. “Shut up. You don’t know everything.”

The musician laughed and focused again on Drew. “When you two are standing on either side of the ladder, which of you is he going to give up? The title, or you?” He smiled and sat back on his stool. He continued to play until Drew left the arena with a growl, Dolph confused and close on his heels.

***

Backstage, Dolph rushed to catch up with Drew. “Hey, slow down. Not everybody can be as tall as you.”

“And not everybody can be as self-serving as you. Though I am thinking about trying.”

Dolph caught hold of one of the chains on Drew’s gear. “Woah, woah, woah. What’s with the attitude. Did… did Elias get under your skin?” He reeled, running his tongue over his teeth. “Come on man, it’s the last show before TLC. He’s just trying to split us up. Better his chances. It doesn’t mean-“

“So, nothing he said is true?” Drew’s scowl allowed no room for lying or tricky words.

All Dolph could do was shrug. “Okay, he got me. He’s right, I do want to win. And once I do, I want to have a classic match that’s just us.” He lightly punched Drew’s shoulder. “One that shows off what the Universe has been ignoring since we teamed up. Man, we’ve been so busy chasing Seth or Dean, we’ve lost our own drive. Our own plans.”

“Your plans.”

“And you’ve known the end game from the beginning. Once one of us wins a title, we give the other a shot at it. Elias did get that much right. And that I want to be the one that wins the Intercontinental Championship on Sunday. He got a lot right, but not for the right reasons.”

Drew huffed and tried to walk way. Dolph stepped in front of him, ignoring the murderous glint in Drew’s eyes.

“Okay, okay. I wanted to strategize a few days closer to TLC, but if this is an issue we can do it now. I was hoping you could have my back. I’m going to have yours. But let me climb the ladder. I’m great at matches like this. Then, that Monday, or the next week if Sunday proves to be super intense, which it might, you get the first shot at the title. Without the other distractions that come in a ladder match.”

Looking at the two, it was difficult to know who was believing whom. Drew seemed to believe that Dolph was sincere. And Dolph seemed to believe that Drew’s worries were completely at rest.

“Sounds like another great plan.” Drew gently pushed his partner aside and continued down the hallway.

***

The B-Team and Titus World Wide squared off for the Raw Tag Team Titles. It was a flurry of activity. Titus had a generous height advantage and Apollo’s acrobatic speed was a leveling force. But the B-Team had one thing more than any other team on the roster.

Skilled luck.

Their timing was impeccable. Speed and strength meant nothing against how much the champs watched each other’s backs. How effective their borderline slap-stick attacks were against their opponents. Not that World Wide didn’t either, but on their team, each man was trying to win the titles using his own method. Stumbling over each other’s plans cost them the match.

While Bo collected their belts from the ref, Curtis waved Charley to come into the ring. She obliged and brought mics for them. “Did you two want to say something?”

Curtis nodded and rushed to catch his breath. “We were down to fight any team who won last week-“

“But it didn’t end as it should have.” Bo finished. “The Ascension messed with the match. While it was nothing more than a distraction-“

“Reigns and Ambrose should have won. And as such, we want to face them at TLC.”

Bo slung his belt over his shoulder. “We’ll even let them pick the rules.”

Charley was left standing alone as two chairs swung in and sent the champions to the canvas. She quickly moved to one side as Dean and Roman made sure Bo and Curtis weren’t going to get back up.

Dean motioned for Charley to come back to the center. He leaned into the mic she offered. “We want chairs.”

Roman nodded. He slung an arm over Dean’s shoulder once they hit ringside. “We’ll see you at TLC,” he shouted at them.

Corey shuddered. “I think the B-Team has realized they have made a huge mistake.”

***

By the time the main event rolled around, Stephanie was smiling like you were her new favorite child. And Baron was glaring at you every chance he got. You couldn’t help but grin between them. You all watched from backstage as Natalya made her way to the announce table.

She greeted everybody and settled in. Corey noticed how she kept fidgeting. “You seem restless, Natalya. What’s up?”

“They took my title to hang it above the ring a while ago. I don’t like not having it with me.”

Renee gave her shoulder a pat. “You’ll have it back as soon as the match is over. Though I can’t promise you won’t have to wrangle it back from whoever wins tonight. Who do you think that’ll be, by the way?”

Natalya shrugged while Bayley’s music came on. “Honestly, I don’t really care. All of these women are phenomenal. And any one of them is going to put their all into our match on Sunday.” The other women entered, with Rhonda last. Natalya waved back at her. “The most pressing thing right now is to see who will survive tonight.”

Finally, all the women were in the ring. It was surrounded by upright ladders, all ready for use against a human body. When the bell rang, all the women froze. For a second, it looked like maybe nothing was going to be used from outside of the ring. But then Alexa made a quick exit. Ruby left on the other side of the ring. Natalya and Bayley stared at each other, then with a nod to each other, they sprang off opposite ropes and sailed at their opponents.

Ruby was the first to utilize the tools surrounding her. She ducked Rhonda’s inexperienced jump and held up a short ladder as a shield for her to run into. Alexa was less successful because Bayley knew more what was in store. She evaded Alexa’s shield by scaling another one set up nearby, then took her to the floor. Either way, both women were able to throw the other two back into the ring while staying on the floor themselves. For extra measure, Bayley tossed in a short ladder between them.

They took the bait and gave the other hell. Once those two had exhausted themselves, Bayley and Rhonda got back into the ring and fought against one another. Occasionally they had to deal with Ruby or Alexa as they came to, but kept the fight mostly between themselves. Surprisingly, Rhonda was the first to bring in something tall enough to reach the goal. The other women made it impossible for her to scale it to the title, scrambling over her to reach for themselves.

There were several ladder collapses, finger’s desperately grazing the title before getting yanked away, and mini alliances that were rapidly broken for the prize at hand. And other things were dragged out from under the ring to use.

Ruby had the last run. Alexa and Bayley were scrambled together through a table, and Rhonda was missing somewhere under a pile of chairs. Ruby struggled to crawl into the ring. Then found it difficult to scale the ladder due to her injuries. In her focus, she missed the motion of a newly active woman climbing the other side. Only at the top did she come face to face with Rhonda, who met her punch for punch.

Ruby fell.

Unclipping the belt, Rhonda held it high and smiled back at Natalya.

Corey broke through the electric tension. “Now that we know Rhonda can handle ladders, on Sunday I guess we’ll see if she can handle tables and chairs too. Natalya?”

Their match was set. Friend against friend. Natalya stood and slow applauded. She was ready.

Part 24: Shattered (TLC)

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Family Found Part 21: Your Catastrophe

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

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, Baron being a jerk

Word Count: 1864

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

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 20: Handling It

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

***

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

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

Baron sniggered, “I have to agree.”

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

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

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

“Are you threat-“

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t know, Mojo-“

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

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

***

Mojo got his rematch. Well, most of it.

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

“Not the first one-“

“You interfered in that one.”

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

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

“You didn’t even want this job!”

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

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

Part 22: A Turn of Events

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Family Found Part 18: As It Could Have Been

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It’s the last Monday before Hell in a Cell and the Reader is in control. Sort of. A lot of things go wrong, there are egos to buffer, and ‘deviation from the plan’ is the phrase of the night. But some blue-brand reassurance helps boost the Reader’s confidence.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, stress/angst, tiny bit of Sheamus x Reader

Word Count: 4260 (oops)

Note: It’s long for a non-PPV week because it’s heavy on the promos. But it moves quickly and sets a few more things up. Let me know if you have been enjoying this series! Enjoy.

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 17: Tensions Rising 

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Monday Night Raw – September 10, 2018 – Beaumont, TX

You jumped as your music started and a backdrop in your favorite color took over the Titantron. With a deep breath, you walked out onto the stage. Your smile became brighter one the way to the ring as the crowd welcomed you.

“Hello, Beaumont, Texas!” It was taking nearly all of your willpower to not let the microphone shake in your hands. “I wanted to start tonight by letting you know that tonight is not going to be a normal night. Kurt Angle is away on a business trip and is meeting with Stephanie McMahon.” Deep breaths, deep breaths. “He asked me last week to take over managing Raw this week. I have to admit, I am a little nervous.” When they cheered, you grew a little bolder. “This week is still going to be action-packed. There’s the last round of the Intercontinental Concert Series, and Finn Balor has asked for some time to speak to Roman Reigns, and then for a match with him. I know we’re a little off plan tonight, but it’s Raw. When does it ever go according to pla-“

Bagpipes sounded, and a Celtic symbol showed up on stage. Sheamus hesitantly peaked out, then continued down to the ring. He apologized on his way through the ropes. “Sorry ‘bout that. I wasn’t expectin’ my music to happen so quick. Didn’t mean ta interrupt ya, Miss Ambrose.”

You dropped your mic to your waist. “Just Y/N, please.” With a smile, you brought it back up. “No problem. I didn’t really have anything more to say.” For all the space in the ring. Sheamus stopped about a meter from where you were standing. “Um, do I trust you enough to know why you’re here, or should you tell me?”

“Oh, yeah, Kurt told me last week I could watch the show, help you out an’ the like if you need it.”

“Just to watch? Have fun with that.” It sounded plausible. But there had to be something else, right? “And maybe… scouting some future competition?”

Sheamus nodded. “Yes, lass. And to pass along how much everybody misses you on Smackdown. Even Becky and Aiden are getting along now.”

“That’s good to hear.” You shifted your weight. “But that’s it?”

He licked his lips to say more, then dropped off into a shrug. “That’s it.”

“Okay, then. Welcome to Monday Night Raw. Try to keep yourself out of-“ You were interrupted again, this time by Baron Corbin. What was it with wrestlers? Did they break out in hives if someone was able to finish a thought?

Baron walked down the ramp. “Y/N.”

“Mr. Corbin.”

“Actually, that’s Constable Corbin now.” He stepped through the ropes with a smirk.

“Excuse me?” Baron bumped past Sheamus and handed you a letter. You read it out loud. “From Stephanie McMahon: tonight, I am assigning Baron Corbin to assist you as constable. He is operating under my jurisdiction and- what the heck am I supposed to do with this? You’re here to answer any questions I might have about matches and to back me up?”

He nodded. “Yes, if I think what you’re doing aligns with the wishes of Stephanie McMahon.” He thumped your back. “Good luck.” He turned on his heel and bumped Sheamus again on the way out.

What the hell? You sputtered and looked to Sheamus. He punched his palm and nodded towards Baron’s exiting form. You shook your head. He shrugged and sat on the ropes so the both of you could exit the ring.

***

You were barely off the stage before Finn Balor’s music started. He gave you a reassuring nod and you sent him a ‘have fun’ before getting out of the way. You couldn’t help but hover in Gorilla, watching his entrance just out of the view of the audience.

Once in the ring, he took a mic and turned expectantly towards the stage. He tapped at the Universal Title around his waist as Roman entered and made his way to the ring. A grin sneaked across his face as Roman made him wait by standing by each of the ring posts like it was the beginning of a match.

“Are ya done?”

Roman walked away to collect a mic.

“I wan’ed to speak with you about last week’s match.” Finn scoffed. “What happened? Braun t’rew you around like a rag doll. And because of it, you don’t ‘ave a match at Hell in a Cell.”

Roman nodded. “And what of it?”

“I thought this was your yard, Big Dog?”

“It is. Sometimes I just like to sit back and watch the squirrels run around.”

Finn laughed. Out of the range of the mic, he made Roman smile with, “that was good.” He cleared his throat and continued. “Would you say t’at you know Braun’s skills the best?” He waited for Roman’s confused ‘possibly’ nod. “While I was watching last week’s match for my Universal title, I noticed a few things about you two.” Finn began to count on his fingers. “You are both willing to fight until your last breaths. You don’t take shortcuts. An’ you realize who the biggest threat is and handle t’em after taking out the others so ya won’t be interrupted.”

“Thanks for that analysis, but Y/N said you asked for a match as well. What does all of that,” he circled his hand in front of Finn’s face, “have to do with this.” He motioned between themselves.

“If I want to beat Braun again, in a way that discourages him from trying again to take my title away, at least for a while, then I have to beat the man who knows him best.”

Biting his lip, Roman huffed. “You want to fight me… as practice? So that other people can challenge you for the Universal Title?”

“Yes.”

Roman shifted his weight and looked down at Finn. “Then let’s get started.” The mic hadn’t hit the ground yet before he was swinging his fist in Finn’s direction. The champion was ready for it, but only halfway as he took some of the hit and was rolled out of the ring. They shared a smug smile as Finn shed his jacket and passed his title to the ref that rushed down to the ring.

Finn spent the first half of the match keeping up with what Roman threw at him. Every heavy hit or drop that he could dish out, Finn had to take it until he could fight back to his feet. Then it was a matter of height where Finn surprisingly took the advantage. His acrobatics combined with the spring of the ropes kept Roman from really being able to defend himself. Occasionally, he was able to knock Finn down with a superman punch. Another time, Finn took the full brunt of a spear, but he came up with a growl and a renewed vigor.

The second spear was easily avoided, and Roman’s shoulder crashed into the post. Finn yanked him away and rushed up the turnbuckles for the coup de grace. Between the exhaustion of keeping up with him and the exponential injuries, Roman was unable to break out of the count.

Finn took back his title from the ref and shook Roman’s hand before leaving the ring.

***

Baron trailed behind you out of the office as you followed the sound of metal clanging against concrete and crates being upturned. When you slid to a stop, he bumped into you. A techie barely dodged a flying steel chair and you jumped forward.

“Braun! Seriously? What’s the trouble this time?”

He froze and turned to look at you. “Roman had a match with Finn. Practice, he said. Where is my practice for Hell in a Cell?”

“Um, you hadn’t asked for one. Finn asked Kurt last week. He’s usually pretty open to giving people matches. That doesn’t mean you can go on a rampage backstage. Seriously. Just come talk to me.” His chest heaved, and his fists tightened around invisible foes. You turned to Baron with a gulp. “Suggestions?”

He answered a call. “You’re the Braun wrangler. I’m only here to observe and to help when you need it.”

“Um, I need help.” You motioned towards Braun.

“Not right now,” he dropped his voice to a harsh whisper, “I’m on the phone. Yes, Stephanie?”

Okay, you could do this. You pushed Baron out of the way so you could grab a chair. Braun watched you amused as you stood on it. You huffed. “You want a match?”

“Yeah.

With a nervous sigh, you gave him the bad news first. “There’s not really a space for it tonight. But,” you held your hands up to stop whatever movements he was about to do, “now hear me out, I will try to find you someone to fight if you can promise not to put any more of my techies in danger?” You thought for a second. “Possibly multiple someone’s. Okay? A tentative deal?” You held out your hand and waited for his.

He looked at your hand, then the chair she’s standing on, then your face. “Deal.” He shook your hand gently, despite his completely swallowing yours. “Thanks.”

Once you had stepped off the chair, Baron poked your shoulder. “Your phone is ringing.” He left you fuming. You answered the call, only after checking to see who it was. “Hi, Mr. Angle. Yes, everything is going just fine.”

***

Sasha Banks was pacing the ring. “I’ve got to get something off my chest.” She came to a halt in the center of the ring and composed herself. “A few months ago, Bayley and I started down what I had hoped was the last mile of our issues. I had hoped to leave what happened at Extreme Rules behind us. Then last week, Bayley interfered and cost me my match. She wasn’t even supposed to be in the arena!” Sasha took another breath. “What I have come here to say, is this: I admit I have made mistakes in the past, and I have paid for them. I have worked through them and I am going to keep moving forward. But Bayley,” she turned towards the stage, “you obviously still have issues to work out. So let’s finish this. Hell in a Cell, locked in together with no way out until we are done.” She licked her lips. “And if you beat me… unlikely… then we split ways and I will not even look in your direction if you can agree to do the same.”

For a second, nothing happened. Then the Titantron lit up in bright colors. Bayley walked out and gave Sasha some fake applause. “And there she is. One of the best actresses in the business. It’s speeches like that, that make you think she’s really changed. When in reality, she’s learned people have caught onto her lies and are calling her out on them.”

“I want to bury the hatchet, Bayley. That’s all.” Sasha held her hands up in surrender. “What we could have been, all of my past, I’m leaving it behind me. Why can’t you let me drop it?”

“No.” Bayley pointed at her and almost stepped towards the ramp. “You don’t get to make me look like I’m the villain. I’ve heard that monologue tpo many times for it to work anymore. You want to bury the hatchet? Fine. Let me run this by you.” Bayley fiddled with the tassels on her jacket for a moment.

Sasha nervously waited.

“I admit I was grumbling earlier today about you and all this, and Dana overheard me. She was looking through some classic matches and suggested one to solve our problem. You might know the one. Triple H versus Stone Cold Steve Austin in a Three Ways to Hell match.” She smiled as Sasha recognized it. “If you don’t remember the rules, the first pin is normal. After that, it’s street fight rules and anything goes. After another pin, the steel cage descends and there’s no way out except by pinfall or submission.” Bayley dropped the last bit of the smile she had been clinging to. “That’s what you wanted right? No way out, the last call? No room for any continuation of this… whatever this was.” Bayley motioned between themselves.

Sasha nodded. “Last call. Hell in a Cell.”

“I’ll see you there.”

***

Natalya walked up just as you were confirming Sasha and Bayley’s match with Kurt. Rhonda Rousey was by her side, bumping shoulders with Baron to do so. “I want a rematch. Me against Ruby Riott. If she loses she loses her place in the championship match.” Before you could ask questions or protest, she held her hand up to silence you. “Last week was a mistake. I want to fix it.”

You checked your match sheet. There was room. And since you had sort of foreseen this last week, Kurt had given you that power. Still. “Are you sure? Aren’t you worried you’re focusing so much on Ruby that you’re forgetting about Nia?”

Way to sink back into journalist mode, Y/N.

“I think that’s why I lost last week. I was so focused on what I wanted Hell in a Cell to be that I lost sight of the goal at hand. Mentally planning for Nia got in the way of what I had to do to Ruby.” She slapped her hands together to pump herself up. “I know I can fix it. Have the championship match as planned.”

Both of you froze as Ruby and the Squad wandered into the space. Ruby would have stepped nose-to-nose with Natalya had you not stayed in the way. She gave you a quick glance, then refocused on Natalya. “Figured you be here. Oh, and a little birdy told me you were headed this way.” Liv Morgan jutted her chin over Ruby’s shoulder with a ‘tweet’. “Trying to kick me out of Hell in a Cell after making it so easy for me to get there in the first place?”

Rhonda grabbed hold of Natalya’s shoulders to keep her from surging forward.

“What are you worried about? The great match it could have been got better. You should let the match happen, Y/N. Even if it’s going to end just like it did last week.”

You took the bait with a sigh. “And why do you say that?”

“Because Natalya knows at Hell in a Cell she has nothing to fear from me. We will share a common goal. Even if we prefer different methods. As for this week, I have nothing to lose. What Natalya is afraid of is how her heart gets in the way of the goal.” She smirked and tapped your schedule. “Be a dear, Y/N, and make the match. If I lose, I’m out. If I win, then things go according to plan. But this week, let’s have people ringside. Agreed, Natty?”

Natalya looked back at Rhonda, who nodded. “Fine. But that is not going to end in your favor.”

Ruby laughed. “Funny. I was going to say the same thing about you.”

“Make the match, Y/N,” Baron said. “You already made space for it, and both parties are asking for it.” He talked over you. “We don’t need to discuss it. Just call it.”

You looked at each of the determined parties. “Okay. The rematch is the main event.” As everyone filed out, you muttered under your breath. “Sometimes I hate being right.”

***

With the match set between Bayley and Sasha, the Legit Boss was able to focus on her match for the night. Mickie James was unable to dampen her spirits, not for lack of trying.

“You’re alone here because of your own actions, Sasha,” she screamed at her. “Hell in a Cell should be the least of your worries. Your focus should be what the locker room is going to do to you once they realize how vulnerable you are.” Mickie broke away from Sasha’s attempted hold. “Especially after you lose tonight… and on Sunday.”

Sasha elbowed her in the face before she could say another word, then wrapped her up in the Bank Statement. “We’ll see about that,” Sasha whispered as Mickie tapped out.  

***

“Y/N.” Elias walked up, guitar over his shoulder.

You shook your head and went back to looking at your phone. “I’ve a lot on my plate tonight, and you don’t have a match. Kurt didn’t schedule one.” You puffed as he placed his hand over the screen.

“Why not?”

“Uh, the schedule didn’t say.” Perhaps… you gave him a smile. “Don’t worry about that, I’ll find you someone.”

“Not Braun,” he said.

Best laid plans. “What? Why not Braun? You did pretty well against him last time. Well, you survived better than most,” you added with a shrug.

Elias remained neutral. “That still isn’t saying much. Braun has been completely out of control. And I am not sacrificing my ability to hold onto my title next week so you can have an easy week now. I’m a champion. And I am going to keep it that way, despite your best efforts.”

You waved away his complaints. “Please, I am really stressed about tonight. Anything you can do to help this show run as smoothly as possible will be greatly appreciated. If even just in brownie points.” Another idea came to mind. “Actually, there were brownies in catering. I can reserve a few if that’s enough incentive.”

He squinted as you waited on baited breath. “To not have a match or to fight Braun.” You tilted your hand back and forth for either. “For no match… what if it is?”

“Then I owe you one.” Dangerous, but it felt necessary.

“Deal.” He gave you a nod and left the office. You immediately went on the walkie-talkie and reserved those brownies for when he got there.

***

Seth Rollins and Dean couldn’t help but laugh at each other. How many times had they clashed reaching for the same goal? How many times had they won one together? And here they were, once again going head to head. The crowd rewarded their talent with ‘Monday Night Rollins’ and ‘Let’s Go Ambrose’ chants.

From the corner of his eye, Seth saw a guitar slide into the ring. He tipped Dean over the ropes and ducked out of the way of Elias’s swing. By the time he had curb-stomped Elias and toss him out, Dean was back in the ring. He hadn’t seen the events, so he continued with his earlier moves and wiped Seth out with a Dirty Deeds.

Elias’s head peeked into view as Dean won the pin. He exited the arena with a knowing grin as Dean started to put the pieces together. Above his head, the distraction replayed on the Titantron.

Dean twisted around and helped Seth up into a sitting position. “Why didn’t you say something, you loser? We could have kicked him out together and-“

Seth waved his words away. “Nah, man. It’s your turn. He took that from me, and I’m going to have your back when you take it from him.” He groaned as Dean heaved him to his feet. “Damn, that move is intense.” Dean laughed and helped him out of the ring.

***

You were sitting on a crate staring at your ringing phone when Sheamus sat down next to you. Gently, he took your phone and placed it on the far side of him.

“How have you been enjoying the show?” you asked.

He nodded. “It’s been great. Action packed, with just the right amount of drama. And ya know what your wrestlers need to make the night run… smoother. You’ve been doing great.” He scooted closer when you didn’t reply. “How do you think you did?”

“I think I’m drowning. I’m unqualified for this kind of stuff. There was that thing with Braun. Then Corbin left no room for discussion about Natalya’s rematch. I still don’t think she really wants to do it. Or needs to. Seth lost to Dean, not because of skill or outsmarting each other, but because I didn’t set up enough security to keep Elias from interfering. Everything has gone wrong and I feel like I’ve let everyone down.” You dropped your voice. “I don’t want to let Dean down.”

Sheamus hesitated, then followed through with wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “Considerin’ you’ve only been in the company for a few months, you’re doin’ fantastic. I’ve been ‘ere for… well, forever, and I know I couldn’t do nearly as well as you did.” He rubbed his hand up and down your arm. “If ya could pick one good t’ing about tonight…”

It took a minute for your brain to wrap around the question. “Tonight wasn’t as chaotic as it could have been.”

“Good.”

“And you. Whether you’re here as a spy or what, thank you. I didn’t mean to dump my worries on you, but you took them like a champ.”

He nudged your shoulder with a wink. “Anytime, lass.” He handed your phone back. “Last two matches?”

“Last two matches.”

***

The match you had thrown together for Braun was set. He seemed pleased to hear of the gauntlet match you had planned, but he didn’t know who would be participating until they came out.

Bobby Roode did a rushed version of his entrance and rushed into the ring to meet Braun. The Monster was confused why it was so hard to knock his opponent down. He was sturdy and could use the ropes for an extra launch. He lasted a good seven minutes before Braun caught him over his shoulder. Roode rolled to the floor after the powerslam the following count.

Next was Tyler Breeze. He left his selfie stick in the back and paused outside the ring where Roode was still trying to get to his feet. Breeze was hesitant. He tried several hits and dropkicks, changing things up when nothing seemed to have an effect. The match eventually found its way to the outside, and Breeze found himself on the run. He changed directions, trying to trick Braun up. This ended in a mid-air three-sixty spin, after which he was tossed back into the ring and pinned.

Braun anxiously waited for his next opponent, grinning as he watched Mojo Rawley’s colors take over the stage. But Mojo attacked from behind. Braun fell forward to his knee, giving Mojo plenty of back space to hit. It became a power struggle, with Braun still winning in the end. But barely.

Heath Slater was in no hurry to get hit once he made it to the ring. He dodged and weaved just out of Braun’s range, then swooped in with his best. Slater focused on his knees and the back of his ribs where Mojo had done the most damage. In theory, continuing this plan would have made it difficult, if not impossible, for Braun to lift him and drop him for a powerslam. This did not work against big boots to the face. Slater was counted out.

Each man you scheduled shared an aspect with Finn Balor. Roode had his pride and a similar entrance, as well as also being an NXT champion. (As you found out from Dana Brooke.) Breeze was quick an unpredictable. Mojo was full of an energy that sometimes intensified with anger. Slater was probably the closest to having a playful technique, though he could be serious when he wanted to be. Given a chance with proper preparation, these men could have stood a chance.

The last man’s music queued. Curt Hawkins came out, twirling his baton in one hand and holding a mic on the other. “Surprise, surprise,” he said, “you made it through the rabble. And now? My losing streak is going to break, and everybody here will see that I am the true talent of Monday Night Raw.”

And Hawkins… well. Technically he had asked to fight “an exhausted Braun” last in hopes of breaking his own losing streak. That didn’t happen. Braun beat them all, fair and of his own power.

***

Natalya gave Ruby no room to gain the advantage. In their corners, Rhonda, Liv, and Sarah cheered them on and glared at each other. With each passing minute, Ruby realized just how focused her opponent was. In her mind, the opportunity at Hell in a Cell was slipping through her fingers.

She nodded at her Squad.

Liv ducked down first while Sarah hopped up on the apron. When Rhonda circled around to stop her, Liv had circled the ring. She was surrounded. Natalya dropped Ruby but didn’t go for the pin. “Don’t worry about me,” Rhonda shouted, waving her away. Natalya went back to her match while Liv and Sarah ganged up on her friend.

The match was almost over as Natalya had Ruby pinned to the mat. She backed off at two, hearing a body colliding with the steel steps. Rushing to the ropes, she saw the two women kicking at Rhonda. She hesitated to leave the ring or to finish the match. It was decided for her as Ruby rolled her up and borrowed some leverage from the ropes to hold her down.

The Riott Squad met up by the ramp while Rhonda crawled into the ring to stand with Natalya.

“As it should be, Natalya,” Ruby called back. “As it should be.”

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

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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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Family Found Part 11: What’cha Got?

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

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence

Word Count: 2330

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

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 10: Unfortunate Circumstances (Extreme Rules) 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But his customary gloating was his downfall.

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

Coup de gras. One. Two. Three.

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

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

You were late.

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

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

“No. You can’t.”

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

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

“Corbin.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sheamus!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really?”

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

Dean chuckled. “We gotta convince Kurt first.”

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

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

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

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

The bell rang.

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

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

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

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

“A… um… tornado punch?” You shrugged.

He nodded. “I like it.”

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

But others did.

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

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

“What the hell was that?” you asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part 12: Nothing Has Changed

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

For Characters tag lists: 

  DC: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, and Jason Todd 

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

  Supernatural: Dean and Sam Winchester, Castiel, and Lucifer

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

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

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

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“Hey this is the Mojo anon if you could write one for him could it just be really smutty 😂 maybe the reader is a bit bigger and Roman’s little sister and their dating but fans pick on her and so do Mojos friends? Somehow that leads to smut 😂”

Pairing: Mojo Rawley x Plus Sized Reader (Y/N), Zack Ryder sighting

Warnings/Promises: body teasing (two sources), self-disapproval, language, SMUT

Word Count: ~2170

Note: I have nothing against Zack, he’s in the fic because I didn’t want to use Gronk. I also didn’t realize how much I need to hear some of this till I was writing it. Please let me know how you guys liked this fic with comments, likes, and reblogs. Got an idea yourself? My requests are open, as well as my tag lists. Enjoy!

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“Okay. Last one sweetheart, then Y/N has to leave.” Your security guard waved forward an adorable little girl wearing a mini version of your ring gear. Her mother hung back holding a poster for you to sign. The little girl instantly wrapped her small arms around your waist. You kneeled to her level while she babbled on about how happy she was to meet you and how many posters she had of you hanging in her room and how she would practice your moves on her trampoline, pausing just long enough to smile for a picture and to watch you sign her poster. There was a tap on your shoulder and you stood to end the meeting but the little girl grabbed your hand and started to rub your stomach.

“Are you and Mojo having a baby?” Her big bright eyes beamed up at you. Yours darted to the mother’s horrified face.

Taking a deep breath you kneeled again. “No, I’m not pregnant. Mojo and I haven’t decided to have a baby yet. I’m just built a little bigger than most women. It helps me hit harder and helps me last longer in the ring.”

“Like your brother Roman?”

You smiled. “Yes, like Roman.”

“I have a brother too. But he’s bigger than me, so I don’t think I could beat him in a fight. I think you could pin Roman easy.”

The words stung but you kept smiling and gave the girl’s shoulder a pat. “Maybe we could set up a fight sometime. I’ve got to go, but I’ll tell Roman your idea, okay?” She squealed in delight and gave you one last tight hug before bouncing back to her mother. The woman mouthed ‘I’m so sorry’ but you waved it away with a tight grin.

A grin that evaporated the moment you left the room.

To make matters worse, you bumped into Zack Ryder on the way to the garage. He’d seen the whole thing and wouldn’t stop talking about it.

“The innocence of children, right Y/N? No one is ever more truthful than drunk friends or eager-to-please children.” He trotted to keep up with your quickened pace. “But I do have to agree with her. It would be fun to watch you beat up your brother. All that big Samoan power in the ring? Maybe it would main event at something like Wrestlemania.” He laughed loudly and stopped following you as you entered the garage.

Mojo was already at the car. He gave you a peck on your cheek as he took your bags and loaded them next to his. It was easy for him to fill the air with his excitement over the show and the meet-and-greet, but he knew something was up. You barely replied to anything he said more than the occasional word of agreement. You tried to smile periodically, then the corners of your mouth would drop as you watched the night roll by your window.

In the hotel, you dropped your bags and immediately took your turn in the bathroom. You left the lights off, not ready to see everything the girl and Zack had pointed out. The marble counter felt good against your hands; you hadn’t noticed how sweaty your hands were from clasping them so tightly in your lap during the ride. You brought your left hand up close to your face, knowing what it looked like in the darkness. Puffy. Strong, but your wedding ring looked like it was wrapped around a tube of toothpaste. How could he love you?

“Y/N, are you okay?” Mojo’s knocking startled you. “May I come in?”

“I’m almost done, just a minute.” You ran through your nightly routine quickly, still in the dark, then hurried past Mojo on your way out. Baggy sweatpants and one of Mojo’s shirts were your choice of apparel for the evening to cover everything up. By the time Mojo joined you in bed, you had been able to get your breathing even enough to pass for sleeping, or so you thought.

“Come on, Y/N. I know you’re awake.” He clicked the side lamp back on and slid an arm over your waist only to pull back a bit when you tensed. “What’s wrong, honey? Please tell me.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Y/N. Talk to me.” He pulled on your shoulders till you were on your back. Still, you faced away from him. Mojo lightly ran his finger down your cheek and applied just enough pressure under your chin to pull your face to his. He gave your lips a few soft pecks, then dove in deeper. Any other night you would have relished in his touch; tonight, it felt like it was burning you. You broke away with a pained gasp.

“How can you… how can you touch me like that when I’m so… so…”

“So what, Y/N?” Mojo asked, confused.

“So fat, dammit. Every roll, every stretch mark, every bulge under my clothes. It’s too much, and I… I hate it.” To hear it out loud brought every ounce of tonight’s frustration to the surface. You tried to roll back into your pillow as tears began to flow but Mojo kept you pinned where he could see you.

“What? Y/N, you are beautiful. And smart. And brilliant and strong and considerate and bright and wonderful and…”

You couldn’t help but giggle, “breath Mojo.”

“… and mine.” He scooted closer to you and ran his finger down your nose. “You’re my favorite person, Y/N. Perfect in every way.” He looked down at you for a moment, then bolted from the bed. “Back in a second.” You heard him rustling in your bag and the soft sound of small metallic pieces bouncing off the marble. You sat up, confused and moved get up to investigate.

He whisked back and kneeled by your side of the bed. “Y/N Rawley,” Mojo held up your wedding ring and began to slide it on your finger, “you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. The proof is on your left hand.” You glanced down and watched the twinkle on your finger. “Now, if that’s not enough, perhaps I could try a more… hands on approach?” A grin broke out across his face and he wiggled his eyebrows.

You barely had time to nod yes before he was pulling down your sweats and underwear. He stood and slid his hands across your skin up under his shirt; his fingers playing with your nipples on the way up. Mojo’s eyes flashed once you were completely bare to him. He joined you on the bed, hovering over you and kissing across your collarbone. He kissed up the side of your neck and over the shell of your ear.

“Mine. Stunning. Incredible,” he hummed. Mojo kissed across the tops of your cheeks and up to your eyelids closed in bliss. Then he kissed his way down your nose, licking the tip to make you giggle before pressing his lips to yours. He kept moving against you, working his tongue past your lips, stealing your breath till he had to break for oxygen himself.

“Breathtaking,” he panted. Again, Mojo kissed down to the swell of your breasts, but he also began to knead your flesh. He alternated spidering his fingers across your heated skin and gripping it tightly. Touching every lump and roll like it was the first time learning them. He stopped as you covered your mouth to dampen a hickuped sob. “I’ve got you, Y/N.” He leaned up to kiss away fresh tears, then continued to move down your body. He kissed above your mound then rolled onto his back.

“What are you doing?” you asked. Your heart leapt into your throat as he curled a finger at you.

“I want to eat you out. Please?”

Nervously you came to rest on your knees but stopped before mounting his face. He silenced your worried questioning by kissing your knuckles and across your palm until you were distracted enough for him to pull your leg across his face. You shivered as he blew cold air across your lower lips. You gripped the headboard tightly and let out a moan as he licked quickly up your slit. He chuckled into you as you softly cursed, then began to suck and lick at you till your vision was blurry. Mojo lightly scrapped his teeth across your clit, laughing opening as you jolted forward.

“You taste so good, baby.” He sucked hard on your clit, making you shout. “Sound so good too. Get ready to get loud, honey.” You tried to breath deep to prepare, but it wasn’t enough as he pushed a finger into your heat and began to work in and out of you. Shortly after he added another digit and used his thumb to play with your clit as he lapped up your gushing pleasure. “That’s it, baby, soak my face. You taste so sweet. So wonderful.” He hummed into you and moved his thumb in fast, circular motions. You screamed till it felt like your lungs would burst as you came. Mojo’s loud slurping was barely audible over the blood rushing in your ears. He was grinning as you moved off him and collapsed onto the pillows.

“Believe that I’m on the Y/N train yet?” he asked. He rubbed up and down your arm when you didn’t answer immediately. “Let me try again?” How could you refuse his smiling face, especially when it was glistening with your slick?

Mojo nearly fell off the bed getting his pants off as you spread your legs. He was kneeling between them in a second, his length bobbing up against his stomach and leaking precum. He sank into you with a mangled groan, mirroring your own sigh of pleasure. It didn’t matter how many times you had made love (i.e. frequently), the stretch of him was the blissful burn you couldn’t live without. He started agonizingly slow, easing you into the feel of him. His hips stuttered as your walls fluttered around his length. Finally, he couldn’t hold back any more and slammed home, making you both shout. He brought your legs up over his shoulders, driving deeper into you as your body broke out with a sheen of sweat. His body glistened as well in the dim light of the hotel lamp.

You whimpered as Mojo suddenly pulled out, leaving you empty. He flipped you over him and guided you to sink onto his cock. Then his pace began anew. His hands gripped your hips, digging into your flesh and squeezing, pulling you down to meet his thrusts. The new angle gave him access to your sweet spot. Your cries heightened in pitch as he continued to hit it with pin-point accuracy. You fell forward to brace yourself on his toned chest, helpless to keep your fingers from curling and leaving small red streaks.

“That’s it, baby. Mark me. I’m yours as much as you are mine. Hold nothing back.” With one hand he reached back and grabbed the meat of your ass, kneading it and rolling it in his hands.  With the other he reached up and grabbed your breast, twisting your nipple and squeezing. “I love it when you’re above me. I can see all of wonderful you and touch every inch of you even as I fuck you. My favorite bit is when you shiver over me when you come. Your perfect lips moaning, and your back arching. Come for me, Y/N. Come.”

His words pushed you over the edge and you tumbled in every way he had described. The orgasm shuddered from your toes all the way to the tips of your fingers, vibrating through you like lightning. Your muscles tightened and your back arched, taking Mojo deeper and pulling him into his own release. All the air in the room didn’t feel like enough as your lax mouth sucked in as much as it could find. Mojo’s ropes of cum sent further shivers down your spine. You finally fell to your side of the bed, completely spent and fully loved.

You felt the dip in the bed as Mojo left for a moment; you were asleep before he came back with a warm washcloth. With a chuckle you didn’t hear, he cleaned you up and left a glass of water on your nightstand. He pulled up the covers over the both of you, hovering over your form for another second as he watched you sleep with a small smile on your face.

“You’re my everything, Y/N. My hype, my life, my world. I’m going to tell you again when you’re awake. And again before you go to sleep. And every morning and night after that because I love you just the way you are because that’s all you need to be: you. I love you, Y/N.”

He ran a finger down your nose and kissed it. After turning off the light, he snuggled up behind you and fell asleep, breathing in tandem with you.

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