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Family Found Part 10: Unfortunate Circumstances (Extreme Rules)

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On Sunday it is time for Extreme Rules. Tables are busted, titles change hands, and the momentum carries into Monday night where new and unlikely alliances are made.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence

Word Count: 5190

Note: Per usual, a longer chapter due to the PPV. Had to change something at the last minute because I forgot Ruby was out on injury, but the fix should work just fine. Let me know what you think of the new pairing that’s in this week’s chapter, and/or how you think it’s going to go. As always, tag lists and requests are open. I have several for WWE in the works and they should be out soon. Enjoy!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team 

Part 9: Chance and Consequences

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Extreme Rules – July 15, 2018 – Pittsburgh, PA

Neither Sasha or Bayley came to the announce table for the pre-show. They both kept to opposite sides of the arena, or as much as they could backstage. Thankfully you didn’t have to bother with either, and Renee was handling the questions.

Bayley rolled her eyes at Renee’s suggestion that the match would be more than she could handle. “I don’t know why everybody keeps saying that. When we were in the Four Horsewomen, I handled plenty. What’s been holding me back all this time since then is my friendship with Sasha. The power of a fighting heart with mercy. And my effort to show the WWE Universe that you don’t have to be cruel and backstabbing to get to the top.”

“Do you feel like tonight’s match goes against the principles you have built up during your career?”

“No,” she answered immediately. “My principles are still under my control and this match, no matter the outcome, will change that. At the end of this, I will still be the hard worker and dedicated wrestler I entered the ring as. But Sasha? She’s going to leave having finally realized that everybody can see through her lies to who she really is: a woman terrified of being left in the dust. Every match, Sasha gives her heart and soul for a victory. Tonight, it’s not going to be enough.”

“Thank you, Bayley. And we go to Sasha to hear her thoughts about tonight’s match. Sasha?” Renee waited until she was on-screen. “Bayley had some strong opinions about you. Are any of them true?”

Sasha scoffed. “No. I’m terrified. I’m not a backstabber. I am see-through though, I guess. I’ve never lied about who I am or what I was after. Bayley? She’s a little girl in a woman’s world. All she’s dedicated to is keeping her fans smiling and hugging each other while she’s lost sight of the main goal. Ha, mercy. Mercy has no place in the world we fight in. Tomorrow night I’m taking the next step towards the goal of winning the Raw Women’s Championship. And where will Bayley be? Oh yeah, sitting in the back watching me win my opportunity she squandered.”

“But what about tonight? Is tonight’s extreme rules match a deviation from your plan?’

“Not at all. If anything, it fits in perfectly.” Sasha smiled, sticky sweet. “Tonight is going to show Ember Moon just how far I will go to win and what she has to look forward to since she crossed me. And it will show the same to Nia as I come to take away her crown. And once I’m Raw Women’s Champion? The Raw Women’s roster is going to have a new, real, boss in charge.” She did her pose just before the attention blipped back to the announce table.

Everybody leaned back in their chairs and let out the breaths they had been holding.

Otunga spoke up first. “Let me be the first one to say, this match is going to be intense. Both of these women have something to prove, and they are not leaving the ring until they do so.”

There was an agreement that what was to come would blow the roof off the arena, but there was dissidence in who was going to come out on top. Per usual, the predictions came out about even towards both Sasha and Bayley.

Renee shook her head. “I guess we’re just going to have to wait and see. Though you all made great points! As the clock ticks down to the official start of Extreme Rules, it is now time for the match between the Authors of Pain and the Deleters of Worlds, Matt Hardy and Bray Wyatt.” She directed to Corey, Cole, and Coachman on the announce table so they could call the match.

Akam and Rezar entered first. They stood back to back in the ring as Hardy’s music started. If the Deleters of Words were going to teleport into the ring, they were going to be ready.

It was unnecessary since Hardy and Bray entered from the stage. They circled the Authors of Pain who refused to move from their position. Bray blew out the flame in his lantern and the lights came up, revealing him in one corner and Hardy diagonal from him with their opponents in the middle. Jojo looked at the ref, questioning whether she should start with things so tense. Hardy and Bray took a step towards their corner. Akam and Rezar took a step toward theirs. This continued until both teams were where they supposed to be.

Jojo breathed a sigh of relief. “The following match is a championship match for the Raw Tag Team Titles. The competitors: the Authors of Pain!” They roared to the crowd while keeping their eyes on the other corner. “And the defending champions: Matt Hardy and Bray Wyatt!” Bray kneeled in front of Hardy with his arms outstretched while Hardy laughed above him. Jojo made her exit quick before the bell rang.

For all of their potential, the Authors of Pain did not yet have the skill. Hardy and Bray’s mind games skill far exceeded their own. Their egos were toyed with, like two alley cats circled by vultures. It wasn’t a quick match by any means. The newcomers held their own as long as they could. What caused their downfall was not watching the other’s back, weakening them one sneak attack at a time until there was nothing left. By the time the realized what was happening, and tried a similar tactic, the match was over.

The Authors of Pain had just enough strength to roll out of the ring. They glared with disdain at their champions.

***

It was one hell of a way to start Extreme Rules.

They were on each other like lionesses. The ref couldn’t do much besides keeping out of the way. If one woman crashed exceptionally hard, he checked for blood and asked them if they could continue. They always said yes. If anyone had asked him later what scared him the most, it wasn’t the kendo sticks, chairs, or the broken announce table. It was the claws. Everything was legal, including ignoring punching for swiping their manicured nails across each other’s faces and backs.

For the most part, Sasha had the upper hand. Like she planned. Throughout the match, she taunted Bayley. “Give up!” she would scream. “You will never be better than me.” Punch. Kick. “Everybody will forget about you.” Sasha slammed her head to the mat using her hair. She was about to maneuver for a Bank Statement when Bayley made her move.

Bayley was a hugger. She used her Bayley to Bellies. She was sure of herself. She bounced off the rope and jumped into unknown airspace. Bayley was dedicated; even when her lungs burned and her chest heaved, she kept moving.

Both were running out of steam as the match took its toll. Their bodies were riddled with bruises and red welts. Sasha stumbled into the ropes on one side, while Bayley leaned on the ropes across from her. They stared at each other. Sasha’s eyes were full of malice. Bayley’s with determination. With a split second of recognition, both scurried to opposite corners and leaped. Their bodies collided in mid-air, tumbling and thrashing long before they hit the canvas. Bayley was the first to recover. She didn’t go immediately for a pin. Instead, she sat on Sasha’s stomach and punched at her head and torso until Sasha stopped fighting back.

The ref counted to three.

He raised Bayley’s arm in victory, though she wasn’t smiling. But she was proud. She surveyed the carnage around the ring and shook her head. Before she left, she stood next to where Sasha was lying.

“Everyone will remember this match. And how I beat you. Good luck with your match tomorrow.”

Bayley walked away without looking back while Sasha stared daggers into her shoulder blades.

***

Depending on who was looking, Jinder was a smart man. Although Kurt Angle had banned Sunil from ringside at the last minute, Jinder had a plan. Which included rolling out of the ring as soon as the bell rang. It left the bitter rivals together to completely demolish one another while he preserved his energy.

What he didn’t anticipate was both Braun Strowman and Roman Reigns rolling out after him. They blocked any entrance that wasn’t into the ring. Roman moved the fastest, so he was in the ring sooner and made sure the Maharaja didn’t escape towards the ramp while Braun kept him from moving back to the floor. Past that, any alliance or temporary teamwork fell apart.

Roman would superman punch one only to get caught in a choke hold from the other. Braun would choke slam one, then get taken out at the knees. Jinder would chop the chest of either and found that it was not as useful in the ring at Extreme Rules. So, a flurry of punches would have to suffice.

Braun tossed Roman over the ropes to the floor then turned his attention to Jinder. Jinder was tired of running away. He ran toward the monster and was able to knock him off his feet. In all honesty, he didn’t want to face Brock at Summer Slam or anywhere. To him, it was one less giant to fight. He had his pride to defend, and while a championship would be great, it was not necessary to his life. ON the other hand, Braun and Roman had insulted his abilities enough. Jinder channeled his frustration into his fists. Every attack backstage, each time he came up short on the mic, the times when his plans had crumbled in his hands. Maybe if he had been thinking about how he’d been wronged less, he would have seen Roman coming. Jinder gave a shout as Roman yanked him to his feet and threw him out of the ring.

The Monster Among Men stumbled to his feet to catch a spear. Roman fell against his chest for the pin, but Braun rolled to his side with exhausted ease. Neither moved while they thought about what to do next. Braun hauled himself to his feet and snatched Roman out of the air. But his speed was weakened, so Roman was able to contort around his boy and bring him down for a roll up.

Jinder made it back into the ring and dropped his fists onto Roman’s spine, making him let go and arch. He curled up and did his best to protect his face and chest as Jinder continued with a kicking offense. He didn’t notice Braun had joined until there was a shout and once again the Maharaja was out of the way. Braun lugged Roman over his shoulder and slammed him down. Then again. And once more.

Roman’s vision was blurry. He couldn’t tell the difference between the ref’s second and third count, nor could he hear it until it was too late. He growled and rolled onto his stomach as Braun roared as the number one contender for the Universal.

Once more.

***

Kevin was nervous. That was an understatement, but he couldn’t find any other way to phrase it. He jumped as Dean’s guitar riff sounded, soon followed by the bell. Dean didn’t stop running, so Kevin rolled out towards the announce tables.

Dean paced inside. Jumped on his toes. If Kevin thought all this movement was going to tire him out before they could even get started, he was going to be sorely mistaken. And sore. All over. He backed into one corner and smoothed down the tape on his hands while Kevin inched into the ring. He stayed there when Kevin stood in the center and motioned him toward the middle.

“You wanted this match, Owens,” Dean said with a smirk. “You want the fight? Bring it here.” Dean hopped up to sit on the top turnbuckle and smiled. “Any day now.”

When Kevin did finally bring the fight, he did a good job of reminding Dean how long it had been since he’d had a good fight. He was surprisingly on the defense. Kevin had his recovery moves scouted, rendering them nearly useless. While he was shaking the ringing out of his ears after one attack, he missed Kevin disappearing. It was the crowd’s excitement that saved him from taking a steel chair to the back. Then he had Kevin on the run.

Owens didn’t notice Dean changed directions of the chase until he was in front of him. He collapsed under the chair attack. Groaning, he was rolling into the ring for a pin that failed. Dean growled and moved back out to hunt for anything under the ring.

Dean tilted his head to listen to the crowd. “We want tables!” they chanted. Dean turned his attention back to Kevin in the ring and grinned wickedly. He pulled out several and set them up around the ring.

Just in case.

With the last, he tugged it into the ring. It made a lovely addition to one corner. The legs that he pulled out made it sturdy as proven by the shadowboxing he did to an invisible Kevin pinned against it. He should have been worried about the real Kevin behind him. He was punched in the kidneys, then shoved to sit down in front of his own table.

Kevin cannonball rolled into Dean. As he stood he noticed the dent in the wood from Dean’s skull. If it worked once…. Kevin ran to roll again, but Dean moved at the last second. He crashed through. Faintly he recognized that he was being moved, kicking out when Dean tried to pin him.

“No. No!” Kevin crawled away, confusing Dean. “We’re done. Welcome back, Dean. Have a good night.” He tried to step through the ropes. He froze as he heard cheering and sighed. Turning to look back, Dean had bounced off the far ropes and was rapidly approaching faster than he could evade. He went flying and through one of the tables Dean had set up. Dean smiled and leaned on the ropes, tapping the side of his head.

How he hated that man.

Dean won the match. The Battle. The War. And he basked in the full welcome from everyone sitting in attendance.

***

Elias strummed. “I know you all came here to hear what you need.” He was forced to pause as the crowd cheered deafeningly. “But I know Seth is just going to interrupt; he’s so anxious to lose that title tonight. So I’ll have to be brief.” He took a deep breath and strummed again, playing a melody that hushed the audience for a few minutes. He glanced hesitantly towards the stage. “Seth Rollins is a fighter. A man with a plan. But he is no champion.” Elias smiled. “All those open challenges were just playing to the sorry lot of you and mean absolutely nothing. A real champion waits for the challenges to come to him. Let the rabble fight amongst themselves just for a chance to even look at it and laugh at them from the sidelines.”

Seth’s theme cut off anything Elias was going to say. He swung the Intercontinental Championship on the stage, then slung it over his shoulder before making his way down the ramp. Outside of the ring, he picked up a mic.

“No, no, no, no, no.” Seth shook his head and finished entering the ring. “If you keep talking like that, you’re gonna sound like a very specific person that nobody here likes.” He beamed as the crowd agreed with him, then brighter as he even got a nod from Elias. “Now, are you done talking? ‘Cause not everybody like the sound of your voice as much as you do.” When Elias didn’t move, he shoved him off the stool and kicked it out of the ring. They stood face to face, once Elias had made it back to his feet, and a ref and Jojo hurried into the ring.

Jojo did her thing, then the bell rang.

There was a reason why this was an extreme rules match.

Both men wanted to decimate the other. In a display that made everyone watching ooh, ahh, and cringe at a pain most could never understand, Seth defended his title. And Elias took as much out of him as he could. Chests were slapped until they were bright red and hands couldn’t feel. Chairs were broken over backs. And more announce tables collapsed under the assault.

Seth was doing well. So was Elias, but it was looking like Seth was going to retain. When Elias swung his guitar, Seth kicked him in the stomach. The guitar fell to the canvas, with Elias leaning heavily over it. Seth looked at Elias. Then the guitar. Then the crowd, who cheered him on to do what they hoped he would. He smiled and ran to bounce off the rope.

Finn Balor’s music interrupted.

Seth knew he should follow through. Elias had completely fallen over the instrument and was unmoving. Despite his screaming gut, the biggest threat was running down the ramp carrying a gold briefcase. He’d been on the giving end of such an exchange, and he wasn’t about to be on the receiving end. So he readied himself for Finn’s attack at the ropes.

Finn trotted to a stop. He stared up at Seth, looking for an entrance. He walked around the ring, occasionally bobbing and backtracking to keep Seth on edge. When he had made it back around to stage-side, he stopped and held the case above his head.

“Tempting. But I’m saving this for something even better.” Finn waved past Seth.

The Kingslayer turned just in time to catch Elias’s clothesline that sent him over the ropes. He fell at Finn’s feet, who laughed and hurried away in mock guilt.

Elias wasted no time dragging Seth back into the ring. With the distraction having thrown off the earlier rhythm, Seth was soon on Elias’s shoulders. He carried him over a few feet. Seth realized why when his back broke through wood and strings.

The shattered mass was shoved away, and the ref counted to three.

Elias grabbed the belt and held it high while standing over Seth, who hadn’t moved more than to roll onto his stomach. Already there were bright purple welts, and Elias was smiling ear to ear.

***

Monday Night Raw – July 16, 2018 – Buffalo, NY

The night began with an announcement from Kurt Angle. His brow was tense and his demeanor was heavy. The closer he trudged to the ring, the weaker his chants became. By the time he had stepped through the ropes, the crowd was silent. He took a breath.

“There’s no use sugar-coating it. Brock Lesnar will not be attending Summer Slam. The Result of last night’s number one contender’s match is null.” He sighed. Massaging the bridge of his nose, Kurt worked up enough energy to continue. “Lesnar claims that he does not have to fight Braun for the Universal because it had already been done. And as he points out, correctly, Lesnar retained against Braun Strowman.” He was stopped from saying more for a moment by the sounds of disapproval. “my hands are tied… for the moment. I will continue to do what I can, but as of right now, until there is a ‘better’ opponent for Lesnar there will be no match for the Universal Title.”

He left. Head bowed. Shoulders weighted. And his blood boiling for the injustice towards the wrestlers working under him.

***

Backstage, there was pandemonium.

Mojo flattened himself against a wall as Braun thundered by. Then he caught Mickie James as she was thrown into him from a hallway. Liv Morgan and Sarah Logan cackled on their way by. Sarah tossed a handful of a techie’s papers into Mojo’s face for good measure.

“Seriously?” He shook his head and steadied Mickie. “What’s their problem?”

Mickie scoffed. “Who knows. Doesn’t matter; Alexa’s got plans for them.”

“Really?” Mojo twisted around towards where the Riott Squad left, flinching as something crashed. When he turned back around, Mickie was attempting to hide a pout. “And where do you fit into that plan?”

“Well….” She huffed. “Unknown at the moment. But What Alexa wants, Alexa gets. And heaven help us if she doesn’t,” she muttered.

He nodded in agreement. His eyes scrunched as he looked at her more closely. She leaned back as he continued to stare. “If I had a plan for something… different… would you be interested?”

“Different?”

“Something that would bring you back into the main light. No Alexa required. No more… getting passed over in her shadow. Interested, if even just to hear me out?”

Mickie eyed him with disapproval. “Perhaps.” She chuckled as he held out his arm for her to take. She took it and they walked down the hallway.

Mojo nodded to Dolph and Drew as they passed.

***

In an attempt to cheer up the crowd, the first match of the night was Sasha and Ember’s number one contender’s match.

Sasha made no attempt to cover up her injuries from the night before. Her ribcage was bandaged, but her back, shoulders, arms and legs were all covered in variously colored welts of all sizes. And she was pissed. She half-did her entrance, careful around what hurt (everything) and waited impatiently for Ember.

The Goddess of War stayed on her side of the ring after entering. She could tell Sasha was hurt more than physically. If she wasn’t careful, she was going to be on the receiving end of some serious steam blowing.

On the other hand, the toll of Extreme Rules wasn’t just physical. It was emotional too. Ember found herself often pausing, rattled, when Sasha didn’t seem to be paying attention. When Sasha was participating, she was repeating movements from Sunday night like she could change the outcome if she tried harder. She couldn’t use chairs or her nails, but she could hit harder and faster. Ember found holes in her offense though. Her guard would be misplaced on one side. Or Sasha would be going for some dramatic hit that Ember could evade easily because she wasn’t exhausted.

The Eclipse that had helped them win team matches finished off this one. Ember was going to face Nia, and she wanted to do it as soon as possible.

Sasha rolled out of the ring and sat on the floor, holding her head.

“I’m not going to waste time. Nia, I am coming for you. And if you’re smart, you won’t waste time either.” Ember tried to catch her breath. She was almost relieved she didn’t have to when Nia walked out on the stage.

“I’m game,” she said with a smile. “How soon were you thinking?”

“Next week.”

“Deal.”

Ember watched Nia leave, then moved to leave too when Sasha got to her feet. She took the stairs, examining her on her way to the ramp. It was only for a split second, but Sasha leaped when she turned her back. Ember stepped aside, and Sasha crashed into the barricade. Ember walked out with her back to the stage, and her eyes on Sasha.

Everyone froze as Braun’s roar ripped through the air.

***

Roman and Dean laughed. They were sitting on crates in some back hallway, taping their wrists for their match with Dolph Ziggler and Drew McIntyre. In the background, they could hear the carnage.

You came to a skidding stop in front of them. “What is that?”

Dean avoided eye contact with his brother, who was shocked that Dean hadn’t explained more to you. “That’s Braun. It’s more normal than people think. Don’t worry about it.”

“He’ll blow over in a few minutes,” Roman added.

How could they just sit there? “What are you guys doing?” You huffed as they looked confused. “So. You guys have a different match later and that makes Braun not your problem?”

Dean nodded. “Pretty much.”

“But… you…. You guys were the Shield. Defenders against injustice. Braun terrorizing everybody is an injustice.” Your blood began to boil as Roman laughed.

“Things have changed a bit since then. Kurt can handle it.” He started to put on his gauntlets. Dean wasn’t worried about who could get hurt either as he started to do the bit between his fingers.

“If you’re not going to do something about it, I’m going to try.” You stormed off, not caring if they followed you or not.

In the garage, a group of security men was trying to block Braun from a semi-truck. They weren’t touching him, fearing for their arms if they did. He was caring for their protection anyways. If someone got close enough, he grabbed them by their shirt and belt and tossed them out of the way.

One came flying by you and nearly fell on top of an already distressed Kurt Angle. You looked towards the truck and saw that the driver was still inside. Without a second’s hesitation, you ran into the fray, using your smaller frame to get past security and Braun. You jumped up on the step and tugged the door open, allowing the driver to escape. Fuming, you slammed it shut and turned to Braun.

“That’s enough!”

Braun stopped more out of shock than anything else. That quickly passed and he growled. His hand moved towards you.

“You want to throw me across the garage? Try it. I’ll come up swingin’.” You stared him down as he paused again.  “You are one of the biggest and most talented men around here and you do not get to act like a child. I may not have been around long, but I’ve heard the stories. Too many of them. Do you have any idea how long it takes to fix one of your tantrums? Do you?”

“No,” he mumbled.

“Hours. Not everyone can flip trucks, Braun. They have to wait for all the other trucks to be loaded and gone before they can call in a crane. That’s hours that people have to stay after an already long show away from sleep and possibly their families. Not to mention, you didn’t even see there was still a guy in this one. He could have been hurt. Not that it would have mattered to you, Monster Among Men. If you’re going to flip something, you better be prepared to stick around to fix it. And all of this because you’re not getting your way-“

“Brock-“

“I know. We all heard. But we also heard that Mr. Angle is going to do all he can. It may not turn out to be much, considering the powers that be. Not everything is up to him, even if he is the manager. And said management seems to have Brock’s back. That’s how it is. You can find something to do in the meantime. Any suggestions?”

He thought for a second. “Not really. Fought Roman, beat him. Fought Jinder, beat him.”

You sighed and turned to Kurt. “What about… Bobby Lashley? Didn’t he fight in something-“

“The MMA.”

“MMA. Fantastic. That’s a skillset that different than usual, if not closer to UFC style than what you’ve fought already. Is that possible Mr. Angle?”

He nodded. “We can make that happen.”

You turned back to Braun. “Will that satisfy you for now?”

“Yes.”

Kurt brightened up. “Great. I’ll let him know and get your match for tonight.” He nodded at you. “Thanks.”

“Anytime, sir.” You gave one last glare up at Braun, then left to finish up your show duties.

***

The match against Dolph and Drew was next while Kurt set up the new main event. Dean and Roman beat them easily, though the odd team-up was able to get in several good hits. The big shock was that Dolph kept whispering something to Dean during the match, making him more angry by the minute. Roman had to tag himself back in and finished Ziggler off before he could be rescued by the Scotsman.

“What was he saying?” Roman asked on their way out.

“Nothing I’m going to repeat.”

The original main event was bumped back. Seth was ready though. He was always ready when it came to his Intercontinental title. To watch him fight Elias, it was nearly impossible to see the fatigue from Sunday.

But Elias saw it. He knew where to look. The repeated blows to the small of Seth’s back, where he had crashed through the guitar, wore him down. He didn’t need the guitar tonight. The damage was already done. Elias won. But he was still a trembling mess by the end of it.

His blood chilled in his veins when Finn Balor’s music sounded.

Elias grabbed his belt and waited at the stage-side ropes. Finn came down similar as before, coming to stop to look up at Elias. The Drifter knew he was shaking, and knew the other man could see it. He wasn’t sure he would be able to hold off a rested Finn.

Finn shook his head and smiled. “Nah. T’is is your moment.” He gave Elias a shallow bow and headed towards the stage. Only to be stopped himself by the flames and wolf logo of Baron Corbin.

“You’ve had it pretty easy since Money in the Bank,” he said, circling Finn. “But this the WWE. Anything and every prestige is up for grabs. If you think you’re man enough, you’ll put the contract on the line next week. Then we’ll see whose ‘moment’ it really is.”

Finn stole the mic before he could say anything more. “You’re on.”

Baron grinned, haven gotten what he wanted. He sent a nod towards Elias in the ring and walked away.

***

Fighting Bobby Lashley was good practice. It wasn’t an easy match, and Lashley had an impressive strength to him that kept Braun guessing.

Kurt was ready in commentary before the match was even over. When Braun won, he made another announcement. This one was well received, especially by Braun.

“This is Monday Night Raw. For too long we have been stunted by those who have not put their best foot forward. You don’t have to be the best to show up every week, nor does a high consideration of self get you far here. That is why I am already announcing this promise. If Brock Lesnar does not show up to fight Braun at Summer Slam, then he will be forced to relinquish the Universal Title. If he retains, then he will have to follow the standards set up for champions and defend it at least once a month.”

This was really putting his job on the line, but finally getting this frustration out in the open was addicting.

“If the Universal cannot be pried from his hands, then it’s replacement shall be designed by the WWE Universe so it can represent them.” He sighed. “I don’t know a lot of the details here, but this will happen. I give you all my word.”

Part 11: What’cha Got?

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Family Found Part 9: Chance and Consequences

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

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

Word Count: 2360

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

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 8: Focused on Alignments 

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

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

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

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

“Rollins,” he said with a nod.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This could not be allowed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” she growled.

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

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

Then all hell broke loose.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mr. Ziggler?” You eyed him warily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s good. Have you-“

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

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

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

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

Roman and Jinder stared each other down.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part 10: Unfortunate Circumstances (Extreme Rules)

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I Am In Your Hands

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Paper cuts in the library inspire Loki to try something new with the Reader in the bedroom.

Pairing: Loki x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, knife play, slight bloodplay

Word Count: 1360

Note: I have to admit I’ve never tried this, but after all the fics I read to write this I might have to. Please be safe and only do knife play with someone you absolutely trust. And unless you have magic, be sure to have a clean-up plan included in your aftercare. If you want to be included on any of my tag lists, just let me know. And my requests are always open. Enjoy!

“Ouch.” You sucked on your finger and glared at the offending page that had attacked you. It was a beautiful illuminated text, but apparently dangerous to read. You reached out for another bandage.

A cool hand wrapped around your wrist. It pulled your injury up to equally cool lips that placed a chaste kiss upon it.

“Are we enjoying our reading, love?” Loki sucked on your finger like you had and bandaged it for you.

“Hmm,” you nodded. “It’s interesting and valuable to my work. But I wasn’t expecting a battle.” Loki stood behind you and rubbed across your shoulders and around your neck. You leaned back into his touch. It was blissful, but you pushed him away with a sigh. “I am almost finished, darling.”

Loki chuckled in disbelief. “If you do not come to our chambers soon, I will be forced to come to carry you off. Either rescue yourself in time, or I will steal you away.” He pushed your hair to one side and kissed the juncture of your neck, warm and slow. “Do not keep me waiting.”

You did not. Final notes and tomorrow’s work laid out, you left the library and stopped just outside the bedchamber doors.

“Come in, Love.”

With a smile, you pushed open the doors. You paused, confused when you could not find Loki. The doors closed. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. Something sharp ran up your arm, then across your shoulder blades. It sliced through the back of your gown, which dropped to the floor with a whisper.

“Just say the word, Darling, and we can do something else.” Loki pressed into your back, trapping his length between you. He pulled his knife up your thigh, waiting for your answer. You replied by guiding him to run the knife up through the valley of your breasts. He growled and turned you around to take your breath away. He guided you back until your legs bumped into the edge of the bed. He released your mouth and stared at your bruised lips. After nosing across your cheekbones, he gave you a gentle push so you fell back onto the bed.

“And what inspired this?” you asked.

“You had been cut so many times today already, I thought we could try making some more pleasurable ones.” Loki stepped to one side and ran the blade up the inside of your thigh. “They won’t stay.” He brought the blade to his own skin. It gave off a faint green hue from tip to pommel, proving its Seidr origin. He gave the blade enough pressure to break through his skin. It bled a few drops, then disappeared in a shimmer of green.

“I am in your hands.”

Loki licked his lips.

You let out a shuddered gasp as he twirled the point around your breasts. Over and under and up to go around your nipples. When he flattened the cold blade against them, they hardened. You fought against pressing your thighs together, though you failed to hide the roll of your hips. Loki moved to sit by your hip so he could lean over you.

“Do you like that pet?” Before you could reply, he brought the blade next to your face. You had to remain still. Loki smiled at your lack of action. He dragged the flat of it across your bottom lip. The sharp edges caught the light and made you shiver as he pulled it across your cheek until his thumb was on your chin. Dutifully, you opened your mouth, gently sucking on his thumb when it was offered. Loki’s length twitched in his lap, but he was being very patient.

Every nerve was on high alert. But your body could not tell the difference between the danger and your arousal. They danced like one and the same, making your blood burn cold.

Loki continued to play, searching for the places where you reacted the most. By the tilt of his head, you knew he had a plan. It was revealed to you when Loki suddenly shifted to position himself between your legs. He pulled you to the end of the bed so he could kneel comfortably on the mattress, while your legs would be spread wide and your feet barely touching the floor. He braced himself on either side of your hips, keeping the knife out of the way for now. With each tempting thrust, he coated his length in your ready slit. Then he worked into you inch by glorious inch. His eyes rolled back, his mouth fell open, and his chest stuttered with a gentle heaving. When he had recovered, he gave you a sly dark smirk.

“Let’s play a little game, shall we?” He looked at the blade closely, then trailed it up your side where he knew you were ticklish. It gave you the strange sensation of wanting to shy away and lean in to feel more. As he pulled it across your abdomen, your walls contracted around his length and he gave a triumphant chuckle. “Just like that, love.” He lazily twirled the tip around your nipple again, shuddering as your body reacted. “Just like that.”

He knew you. Knew every spot where he could kiss to make you moan. Grasp and bruise you to make you arch into his touch. Where to blow cool air against your skin to make you shiver. He visited those points now with the knife. Shadowing over them until you whined for the touch of metal. Bearing down on them just above breaking your skin. Before long, you had thin red welts similar to the ones he would give you with his fingernails. But these felt different. More aflame.

You could barely see straight. Release was just out of reach. Your skin was covered in a thin sheen of sweat; so was Loki’s. He held onto his composure, which left you more room to lose your mind in the pleasure. At one point he had pinned you to the bed, preventing you from moving towards the blade. That hand now pulled you up so he could kiss you. You scratched your nails down his back, leaving your own marks. Loki returned the favor by pulling the knife over your spine. Your body arched into his.

“Please, Loki,” you whispered.

“What do you desire, Y/N? You can come any time you like.” He leaned your head one way so he could suck on the juncture of your neck.

“Cut me.”

“What was that?” he hummed.

You whimpered. “Cut me, Loki,” you begged. “Anywhere.”

He pushed you back onto the sheets and stared at your body. His eyes raked over the work he had already done as if he was looking for a blank space on a painter’s canvas. He found what he was looking for.

You tilted your head back as the knife grazed across your collarbones. It trailed up and circled your neck as if tracing a tight necklace. When it reached the mark Loki had sucked, he gave you one last look of askance. Your voice was broken and strung out.

“Yes.”

He nicked your skin. There was a slight sting that made you grimace, but it made your heart thunder in our chest. Loki watched your eyes close and your hands fist in the sheets. He leaned down and wrapped his lips around your wound, sucking on it.

That was enough.

You screamed. Loki held you close while you shivered through the aftershocks, letting you rock your hips. You finally stilled, panting. When you opened your eyes, Loki was beaming down at you.

“Stunning.”

Still, your skin felt like it was on fire. You rocked your hips up, confused when Loki pressed his hand to your stomach to stop you. “But you haven’t come yet, my king.” You squealed as he flipped you to sit on top of him. He guided your hands to his chest and a wave of green passed like a warm wave over your body, healing your lesions. He relaxed further into the bed. His knife disappeared. Another one showed up between your hands on his chest.

“I am in your hands.”

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Family Found Part 8: Focused on Alignments

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

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, intense promo work

Word Count: 2680

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

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 7: Help From All Sides

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ladies and gentlemen: Elias.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’d she want?”

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

Part 9: Chance and Consequences 

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Spell-Bound

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As a defense against demons, the Reader comes up with an Enochian spell. Cas suggests testing it on him. It works, but you also find another steamier use.

Pairing: Castiel x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, bondage (sorta?)

Word Count: 1430

Note: This took me three tries to write because I wanted it just perfect. Let me know if you think I reached that point or even close! My tag lists and requests are open. I’ve also started to reblog fics that I’ve enjoyed. [See my #ReadItForward and #WritersReadingWriters tags] I may be opening a massive can of worms, but if read something wonderful, reblog it and tag me ‘cause I’d like to check it out too! As for this fic, I hope you guys like it. Enjoy!

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If you hadn’t thought Sam had the library bugged, you would have thrown the book across the room. You’d been staring at it so long the letters were starting to blur together.

“Y/N?” Cas was suddenly sitting across from you.

“Cas! Can you please not do that?” You took a deep breath to cool off your adrenaline. “I thought you were on the case with the boys?”

He nodded. “Yes. But they are finishing up and will head out in the morning.” He leaned forward and looked over the book. “Light reading?” His head tilted in confusion when you sighed. “What’s wrong?”

“I-“

Were you really going to tell him? Yes. Yes, you were.

“I’m trying to come up with a spell that will pin something to… somewhere. Like the demons do to us. We can’t put demon traps everywhere, and they aren’t any good against a spontaneous attack. I don’t trust Latin or Arimathean, or even Sanskrit, so I’m trying to better my Enochian.”

He nodded sagely. “That sounds like a good idea. But I take it from your earlier prayer of frustration that it is not going well.”

You looked off into the room with a blush. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to call you. The… lack of progress got to me I guess.”

“I am always attuned to your emotions.” He cleared his throat. “And Dean’s and Sam’s too, of course.”

“Of course.” The dry pages rustled as you rubbed them between your fingers in the silence.

“Would… would you like some… help?” He drummed on the table while you hummed in confusion. “For making an Enochian spell, the key thing is getting the rhythm right and purpose right. What you’ve got written down is too much. All that text ensures success, but with enough effort behind it, you only need a few words. You’re half a step away. Would you like… my… help to make the spell?”

You bit your lips. “I would appreciate that.”

Cas flicked around to sit beside you. He guided you through the book and helped you whittle down your work. Several hours later he had shed his coat and had rolled up his sleeves. He stood on the far side of the library, waiting to try out the spell. You read the few words, holding one hand towards him though your sight was focused on the scrap paper. Then you heard a soft ‘oompf.’ Cas was against the far wall a few feet off the ground and smiling.

“See? It works.” He landed on his feet as you lowered your hand. “Now read it like you mean it.” He stopped your worries with a calm hand. “You won’t hurt me.” He stepped closer and nodded for you to try again.

This time you brought up the memory of your last run-in with a demon. The adrenaline, the helplessness, the rage of the hunt was enough to send Cas flying backward. He twisted around a bookcase and slid across the floor until his back was against a wall.

“Cas!” You dropped your hand and rushed over to him. “Are okay?” You tried to help him away from the wall, but he flinched as you touched his back. “Sorry. Let me take a look at the damage?” You eased him out of his shirt, flinching yourself when you saw the bruises. “Oh, Cas-“

“I’m fine… see?”

You looked down again and watched the bruises fade away from under your fingertips. Relieved, you pulled your hands away, but Cas took them in his.

“Don’t stop. Please.” His thumb rubbed over your knuckles. You never noticed how warms his hands were before. “I think the same about yours.” He let you go. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to read your mind.”

“Right now, I don’t mind. What am I thinking right now?” Hoping it wasn’t too forward, you pictured his hands spread across your bare shoulders. Yours scratching down his back. Twirling fingers in each other’s hair.

Cas closed his eyes to watch and hummed. “If I would like to share that with you… can I earn it with another test?”

“You’ve already earned it.” With a hesitant breath, you leaned down and lightly brushed your lips against his. His fingers weaved into your air and your felt the room spin. When it had settled, another brush of air alerted you to your lack of clothes. Cas broke away from the kiss and gasped to see you.

His hands reached up to cup your breasts. He thumbed over your nipples, making you gasp. You arched into his touch as he tugged your peak between his teeth. His nails trailed up your thighs, leaving light lines in their wake. You bucked and pleaded for him not to tease. Cas simply chuckled. But he answered your cry with easing a digit into your heat and moaning at the wetness he found. His slow strokes and curls pulled whimpers from your lips but left your release simmering just out of reach. You dug your nails into his back. Cas growled.

“You feel so good, Y/N. Clamping down already. I’ve wanted this… I’ve wanted you for a long time. I will give you everything if you can only be a little patient.”

He was shocked when you flipped him to his back.

“I’ve been waiting too. I will not be patient.” You fought to stay on top as Cas tried to flip again. He was playing with you, making it seem like you had control when he could use his powers at any second. You could handle that. Using the same mental images you’d shown him, and the rising arousal inside you, you flattened your hands on his chest and spoke in Enochian.

Cas’s hands were caught on either side of his head and his body was taunt beneath you. He laughed, his chest rumbling under your touch. “Y/N, I am a celestial being. Sooner or later, I will… reciprocate.”

“I look forward to it.”

You began to slide back and forth across his torso. His length was trapped between his stomach and your slick. You shivered each time the head bumped into your clit. You read somewhere that there are over eight thousand nerve endings in a clit; with Cas trapped under you and his cock still driving you wild, it felt like double that. You shifted your weight and kept one hand on his chest so you could guide his cock into your heat. Your eyes closed in bliss as you sank. Cas moaned with you, quaking when you came to rest on his thighs.

“Y/N-“ He gasped and strained against the spell. It wavered as your walls fluttered. “You feel so perfect, Y/N.” He grunted, and his hips trembled under you.

You raised up and sank back down slow. Your head lolled to your shoulder, and your mouth fell open as you continued. Your nails dug into his chest as you picked up speed. Each time your blood crackled with desire, the air seemed to shimmer. You kept your eyes on Cas. He was panting hard and curling and uncurling his fists. His eyes were half-lidded and his skin had a thin sheen of sweat.

“Cas-“ you sighed.

Cas opened his eyes. They were bright, glowing just beneath the surface. You wanted to see more of that, so you slammed down on his cock as fast as you could.

It was right there. You cried out as Enochian letters glowed under your hand then fractured out. You came when they glowed the brightest before the fade. Cas could move again, and he grabbed your hips first. Your toes were still curling from the first orgasm as he thrust through it. It was hard to breathe, but Cas got you there. He let out a shuddered and jumbled flow of words then pinned your hips to his. Your body gave a jolt with each shot of cum to your walls.

He helped you off his hips to lay next to one another. You draped your arm over his chest, breathing to the rise and fall of his chest. You hummed into his skin and let your eyes close in the afterglow.

“Are you tired?” Cas asked.

“Not completely. Why?”

He rocked his head. “The brothers don’t get back until morning.” He watched you intently and you felt a cool wave of grace flow over your body, searching out the places where you were most sensitive. “I have a spell of my own, or two, that I would like to test. May I?”

You hummed. “You may.”

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ABC’s of Finn Balor

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Let me know how you like it with comments, reblogs, and likes! As for skipped letters, feel free to send me ideas. I’d love to try a little writer-follower collab. 😊

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Y – Yellow

Bruises are not always fun. He comes home
riddled with them most nights after a match. Finn always jokes that he gave
more than he got, but there are some matches you’ve seen and you don’t believe
him. You run your fingers lightly over the purple and the blue. The yellow if
it’s been there a while. He never flinches, never moves to stop you. But he
will shiver if you ask for your own set. With the demon inside with his own
goals and the wrestlers outside wanting what Finn has, he can be possessive. It
shows in the way he holds you from behind out and around town. It shows when he
holds your hand just shy of breaking your fingers when some idiot flirts with
you. It shows when he gets you home and you finally convince him he can have
all of you. When you run your fingers over your skin the next morning, tracing
over his blue and purple fingerprints, the tiny aches remind you how much he
wants to protect you. When they fade into yellow, everyone can see how much you
belong to him.

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Family Found Part 7: Help From All Sides

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The Reader further talks her way into trouble with Sasha Banks. The first vengeful steps are taken as things ramp up for Extreme Rules.

Appearances: Sasha Banks, Natalya, Rhonda Rousey, Dean Ambrose, Kevin Owens, Seth Rollins, Bobby Roode, Elias, Roman Reigns, Jinder Mahal, Braun Strowman, Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, bad lyric writing (not my gift)

Word Count: 1960

Note: Sami is out on injury, so I’ve had to write him out. If something is scripted, I’m going to write around it, but injuries challenge me to think on my toes. Any comments or thoughts about this series are greatly appreciated. If you’d like to be added to the tag list or would like to request a fic, don’t hesitate to ask! Please enjoy!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team 

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

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June 25, 2018 – Monday Night Raw – San Diego, CA

“That’s how you do it… friends.” Sasha’s betrayal replayed on the back screen. As the video faded out, you turned to Sasha herself.

“That was… unexpected what you did last week. Why did you do it, especially when you had originally stated you wanted to show Natalya and Rhonda what ‘true’ friendship was?”

Sasha scoffed. “In this business, there are no friendships, only temporary alliances. Alexa and Nia, Charlotte and Dana, Owens and Jericho, even in your cousin’s team: the Shield.” She covered her mouth in pseudo-alarm. “Or did you know about that yet?”

“Yes, I have been made aware.” You let out a deep breath. “So if you don’t want a friendship with Natalya or Rhonda, you’re wanting an alliance? Do you really think they are going to trust you after what you did to Bayley?”

“They don’t have to trust me forever.” She looked past you and you heard footsteps. “They can break the alliance at any time. No false ties or hiding our true ambitions, just business. Does that sound fair to you two?”

Natalya and Rhonda stepped into the light. You turned the mic toward them to catch their response.

“Actually no, it doesn’t,” Natalya said. She glared at Sasha who snorted in disbelief. “First, you mock us, saying our friendship isn’t true. Then you turn on your friend and… ‘give’ her to Rhonda to pin.”

“Rhonda,” Sasha said, ignoring Natalya, “I’m not saying you’re not capable of a match. Wrestlemania proved you got what you need to succeed here. But your match with Nia…” she grimaced, “you needed some help.”

Rhonda put her hand on her training-buddy’s shoulder. “All anyone has been saying is that I’ve been helped enough. My first match was Wrestlemania, my first singles match was Money in the Bank. If I want a strong footing in this company, I need to actually take Nia’s advise and put in the work. And that means not accepting your… what, exactly? Backup?”

Sasha was bristling. “So that’s a no. Fine. You want to put in the work? How ‘bout you versus me, tonight? Have Natty in your corner, if you must. Neither she nor your arm-lock is going to help you. You will tap out. And it will be quick.” She turned her glare in your direction, making you lean back. Then she was gone with a huff. You took advantage of her absence.

“Thoughts on your impromptu match?”

Rhonda smiled. “Not really. Only I’d like to see her try to beat me. I guess I’m going to see it tonight.”

“Natalya? Any-“

“I’m going to talk to Kurt to make sure it will happen, and that Sasha can’t back out of it. If you want me ringside, I’ll be there. Otherwise, I’m going to enjoy watching her tap from the back.” They started to walk out. “Thanks, Y/N,” she said over her shoulder.

Sasha was waiting for her in the ring. Natalya was watching in a backstage screen. And Rhonda… Rhonda Rousey was having a bit of a standoff in Gorilla. The Riott Squad was blocking her path, but they stepped out of the way eventually. They made sure not even bump her; didn’t want to give her reason to do anything dangerous.

Rhonda was barely inside the ropes before Sasha motioned for the bell to ring. Corey wondered if she was oblivious or all-knowing of the stare-down. She worked quickly to drop Rhonda and injure her lower back. When she thought she had been successful, she twisted into the Bank Statement. Injured or not, Rhonda was able to flip onto Sasha’s back, forcing her to release.

The longer the match went on, the more frustrated Sasha became. She moved with a rage-fueled speed that kept Rhonda constantly on the defense. It also made her more likely to make a mistake.

In a premature moment of gloating, Rhonda caught Sasha and dropped for an arm-lock. Sasha struggled as long as she could but eventually tapped out. She rolled out of the ring fuming. The opponents maintained fierce eye contact during all of Sasha’s exit.

The ring was quickly set up with a tripod and a three-legged stool. Dean moved into the ring, gingerly holding a potted plant. He sat it down on the stool and took a poster board from a techie. The crowd cheered when they read ‘Ambrose Asylum.” He was just about to start his spiel when Kevin Owen’s music interrupted.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Dean said. “There’s no Owens show this week. Did you miss the memo?”

“There wasn’t a memo. And I’m not here to make this the Owens show.” Kevin stepped through the ropes and glanced warily at the plant.

Dean drummed on his mic. “You’re not my guest. Sami Zayn –“

“I’m here on Sami’s behalf.” Kevin grit his teeth and shifted his weight. “I don’t to be here any more than you want me here, but I knew you would spout a bunch of lies when he didn’t show.”

“So he’s not here at all?” Dean looked over his shoulder. “No hiding anywhere?”

“No,” he said impatiently. “Between your buddies Seth and No Way Jose, Sami’s hurt.” Kevin cut Dean off from replying. “You know, Sami and I left Smackdown to escape unfair rulings from unqualified referees. Last week’s match shouldn’t have happened at all! A real ref would have called for Jose’s disqualification barely two minutes into the match.”

Dean wiggled his shoulders. “So….” he held out, “I’m unqualified. According to you.” Kevin shook his head and muttered ‘yeah.’ “But I am qualified, otherwise I wouldn’t have the shirt. You can’t just buy those in the gift shop, ya know.” Kevin muttered something more, but Dean kept going. “But I get it. It wasn’t set by Angle, and Sami was unawares, and la-da-da. It’s always something with you two. Always something to complain about, like the world owes you something.”

“I certainly don’t owe these people anything,” Kevin said, motioning to the crowd. “I am one of, no, I am the best wrestler in the WWE and I deserve better treatment than I’ve been given. Given the chance, I could decimate you and never have to think about you again.” There was a pause as Kevin realized what he’d said. “No. No, no. Wait.”

“A chance?” Dean tapped his fingers across his collarbone. “I can give you chance. Though I don’t it’s going to turn out like you think. But I’m crazy. What do I know?” He stepped past Kevin and leaned on the ropes towards the ramp. “Hey Kurt, if you’re watching back there and you approve, can you send out a ref?” Dean smiled and laughed as one hesitantly came out from backstage. “Well lookie there, Kev. Clearance from Kurt Angle and a real qualified ref. Let’s get this going then.”

It took a minute for the Ambrose Asylum to be transformed back into a ring, but it was enough time for Kevin to come up with a plan. The first time Dean tried for a Dirty Deeds, Kevin struggled out of it and rolled out of the ring. Dean sighed and followed him, only to be met with a steel chair. Dean won by disqualification, and Kevin hurried out of the arena.

Roode answered Seth’s open challenge this week. They had been fighting for a few minutes when A guitar strumming made them pause. The lights dimmed a bit, and a spotlight landed on the stage.

Elias made an adjustment to his headset. “Hello, I am Elias. I would have been out earlier, but somebody didn’t want me stealing their moment.”

In the ring, Seth motioned that it wasn’t him. Bobby Roode guiltily shrugged.

“So, I’m here now to sing something that you all need to hear. Normally I would require complete silence but given the circumstances, I’ve been assured that I will be heard over the unimportant ruckus in the ring. As for the rest of you, I need you all to silence your cellphones, hold your applause, and to shut your mouths.” He made a few tiny tweaks to his strings while Seth and Bobby hesitantly reached to grapple.

“In a dusty city street,” Elias sang, “it is easy to get lost.” Seth and Bobby stopped again, shrugging at each other. “When you bump into people you’d never want to meet-“

Seth grabbed a mic and leaned on the ropes facing the stage. “Can you not? We’re kind of busy here.”

Elias growled. “Yes I can, and no you’re not. This match is just another drop in the bucket, completely identical to all the other ones you’ve wrestled.”

“It’s important because I made it important.”

“That’s what Miz was always saying about his title that you stole. You know, I never thought you two ran on the same brain waves until now… but that does explain a lot.” He plucked a few strings. “You may continue your match while I give San Diego what it really wants.”

Seth was in the middle of a ramble of no’s when Bobby scooped him up from behind for a roll up. He was able to get out and reverse to retain. Elias’s serenade was interrupted by his music, so he finally gave up trying to play.

Your last interview of the night was with Roman. He was going to be on commentary while Braun took out his frustration on Jinder Mahal.

“Roman, how do you… actually, when was the last time you were on commentary?” You’d forgotten to ask Dana and would have left it alone, but you were curious.

He chuckled. “I don’t know. If I have been at, it’s been a while. I’m usually in the ring or watching backstage. People don’t usually like what I have to say, so they don’t ask for me to join the table.”

“Hmm. That being said, do you have any statements you want to make about the match before you join them? Who do you think is going to win?”

“Braun. Jinder has surprised me since he moved to Raw, but Braun’s mad. I’ve been on the receiving end of that, so I know how intense it’s going to get. And Sunil won’t be able to help either. Before I go out there, I actually had a question for you.”

“Oh?”

“Seth let it slip that he trained with you a little last week.”

“Yeah, um. Helping to make sure I’ve got what it takes to watch my own back if something happens.”

He nodded, pleased. “Good. If you’d like any more help, let me know. We’ve got two different styles-“

“And it would be good to know how to fight someone much bigger than myself. I don’t want to steal any of your time-“

“Not at all. Anytime. I’ll see you around.” He left you in the hallway. You couldn’t help but smile with excitement.

You never knew Roman could be so sassy or sarcastic as when he was messing with Corey Graves. Cole ate it up, agreeing with Roman at every chance just to get under Corey’s skin.

Jinder was decimated very quickly and without mercy. Once he’d won, Braun stood on the turnbuckles and copied Roman’s pose. He tried to goad him down to the ring, but the Big Dog was in too good a mood. Roman stood and made eye contact just to leave the arena without interfering, much to the chagrin of the audience and Braun.

Jinder made the mistake of moving just as Roman’s music faded. There wasn’t enough time in the show for anyone at home to see the destruction, but there were plenty of phone videos to watch the next morning.

Part 8: Focused on Alignments

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If My Lady Requests

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Prompt: “I don’t know if requests are open or not [so far, it always is!] but if so, could you possibly do a smutty/fluffy Noam Dar Imagine where the reader returns after the last European tour (the one that basically killed every) so the Reader and him spend the few days they have relaxing and reconnecting and stuff? 💕”

Pairing: Noam Dar x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: fluff, sensual SMUT

Word Count: 1270

Note: This came out super cute. Thanks for the request hun, I enjoyed writing it. I hope you all like it! Please let me know if you have a favorite part or anything you enjoyed. Tag lists and requests are always open. Enjoy!

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Your feet were sore. Your ass was sore. Your eyes were heavy. And your back was numb from the kicks to the back of your seat from the most annoying child you had ever flown with. Not to mention all the aches and pains from the series of matches during the European tour. Minimal sleep, maximum drive. All in a day’s work.

The terminal tunnel ended and the pick-up area came into view. Moments later your face was filled with flowers; so close you couldn’t tell what they were.

“’ello, luv. Welcome back.” Noam lowered the bouquet of your favorite flowers and gave you a chaste peck on the lips. He hummed in surprise as you grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for something deeper. “I ‘ad lunch planned. Your fav’rit place-“

“No, baby, please.” You leaned into him with a sigh. “Take me home.”

He grabbed your bags. “As m’lady requests.”

To the neighbors living below you, it must have sounded like your apartment was being ransacked. Your luggage made it through the door and made it no further. Noam did already have a vase ready for the flowers, but it almost fell off the counter, creating a flurry if footsteps to save from a mess. Then there was the bumping yourself on every possible surface with exhaustion while losing your most of your clothing.

You fell onto the bed and moaned, “home sweet home. I’m never leaving again.” You turned your head and saw Noam leaning against the doorframe, also scantily clad. You pouted and motioned for him to join you. He grinned and grabbed the sheets, struggling to pull them from under you so he could snuggle under them with you pulled into his chest. Curled into his chest, you could have been asleep in a few minutes.

Noam stroked your hair. The gentle movement was enough to keep you on the cusp of sleep, preventing falling into it completely. Something you had noted to him before.

“Baby,” you hummed, “did you want to say something?”

“No.” He kept stroking.

“Are you sure?” You smiled into his chest as his whole body shook with his nodding. “Really.”

“That bump… was it as bad as it looked?”

You knew the one. The ropes had gotten caught around your knees when you went through them weird. The following fall had hurt at the time.

“No. My pride was more wounded than me. I’m fine.”

“Good.”

With a sigh, you snuggled further into his embrace. You giggled as Noam began to stroke your hair again. “Honey-“

“It’s not’ing. Get some rest.” He rolled onto his back and pulled you to half-lay on his chest. One hand wrapped around your hand on his pecs and the other tucked under his head. You were so close to sleep. His even breathing helped you drifter and closer. Then his thumb started stroking over your knuckles.

“Noam?”

“I’m sorry, luv. I’ve missed ya and I jus’ wan-ta feel ya all over.”

“Would this help?” You rolled to your back and pulled your shirt over your head. Noam inhaled sharply and bit his bottom lip. His gaze followed your fingers as you trailed them down your skin to your panties. He caught your hand and looked back up to you. You nodded, making him smirk and crawl down your body. He kissed down your stomach and along the hem of your panties. By the time you helped him get them off, you were wide awake and needy.

Noam rubbed his scruff on your inner thighs. You hissed, having missed the sensation. “Shh,” he cooed, “I’ve gotcha. I’ve gotcha.” His hands kneaded your hips encouraging you to spread your legs further. You obliged and was rewarded with a soft kiss to your mound. He nosed from one thigh to the other. He knew how impatient that would make you. When you were just on the brink of begging, he licked up your slit.

His first taste of the feasting that followed.

You arched towards his mouth and curled your hands in the sheets. You panted and gasped. A sweat broke across your skin, making you shiver with the slight chill in the room. It barely registered that he had changed his position until his fingers had joined his tongue. You couldn’t move because of the arm he used to pin you to the bed. All you could do was writhe as he licked and stroked and sucked. Your thighs clamped around his head while he curled his fingers, searching. With a cry, your vision faded out. You could feel Noam easing you down, nearly having another orgasm when he sucked a bit harshly on your clit.

He kissed your stomach, bringing your attention down to him. His eyes were lust blown, and his face was wet with you. And he was smiling just as brightly as when saw you at the airport.

“So beautiful,” he whispered.

“I could say the same about you.”

He chuckled and worked his way up to lay down beside you. He watched your still heaving chest. You whimpered as he leaned forward and sucked a nipple between his teeth. He reached over and toyed with the other, making you squirm.

“Baby, please,” you whined.

“I hear ya, baby.” He moved to hover above you. “I’m going to make you feel so good.” Noam leaned down and sucked at the juncture of your neck. He stroked his hands up and down your sides, almost as if massaging you. “My gorgeous,” he said with a kiss to your cheek, “beautiful,” kissing under your jaw, “wonderful Y/N.” He finished with a kiss to the tip of your nose. You buried your fingers in his hair and pulled him down for more. He moaned into your mouth and aligned his hips with yours.

You crossed your wrists behind his head and smiled at the first small series of thrusts. No rush. Reuniting, really. You locked your ankles behind him when he bottomed out. He didn’t move until you rolled your hips up to meet him. You controlled the pace, though he took over with the work.

Each thrust made you sing. Each time you scratched your nails down his back, Noam growled. His head fell forward to rest on your shoulder. Each time you called his name he sucked on your neck and praised you. His languid strokes began to go deeper. Harder. He caught your hand before you could reach for your clit. He slowed just long enough to gather some of your slick before using it to further your bliss.

It built, and built, and built. Your eyes closed until he kissed them open. You bit your lip until Noam begged entrance for his tongue. Your legs quaked and your body shivered and your blood burned.

“No holdin’ back, luv. Come, Y/N.”

You called his name. Toes curling. Muscles taunt. Nails digging into his biceps. Eyes lost in his.

Noam rested his forehead on yours. “There she is. Blissed out and perfect.” His eyes closed as his own pleasure overtook him.

“There he is,” you echoed. “Blissed out and perfect.” You ran your thumb over his cheekbone and relaxed into the pillows. When you felt him using a shirt to clean you up, you tried to help but he gently pushed you back.

A few minutes later he crawled back into bed with you, pulling the disarrayed sheets over your body. Noam huffed. “I didn’t mean to press you into that.” He turned to look at you when you giggled.

“You didn’t. I just hope you’re prepared to do that all weekend.”

“If m’lady requests.”

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

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The Reader’s interview at Money in the Bank stir up some personal questions in Monday’s post-ppv fallout.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, educated guesses for MitB victors  

Word Count: 3950

Note: This is super long because there’s a five-hour PPV to get through and the usual three-hour show. I don’t go into the Smackdown matches, but I’ll be interested to see how close my booking is to what actually happens. Please let me know your guesses for what’s going to happen on Sunday, and if you agree with my results. As always requests and tag lists are open. Hope you guys like this chapter! Pay attention to it; some things from this will be crucial in several weeks from now.

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 5: Making the Connections   

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 June 17, 2018 – Money in the Bank – Chicago IL

“It is almost time for Money in the Bank!” Renee cheerfully said. The kickoff countdown was blipping between thirty and twenty-nine minutes until the PPV would start. “At this time, we have some very special guests to talk about their match.” Before she could finish, Dean dragged No Way Jose onto the stage with him. Jose caught the side of the table before he could be flipped over it in Dean’s haste to stand by Renee’s other shoulder. “Welcome, gentlemen,” Renee giggled. “Thanks for joining us.” Greetings were made with the rest of the table. Then the video package of the last several weeks was played.

“Dang, whoever makes the highlights reels needs a raise,” Dean said. “Though they didn’t focus enough on how many times I punched Baron in the face.”

“Or me to Elias,” Jose added. Dean pointed at him in agreement.

Renee took back control. “Is there anything you would like to say to either of your rivals tonight?” The recent allies looked at each other and shrugged. “Nothing at all?”

“Look, Renee… and team,” Dean bobbed at the table, “beating up Baron will be nothing new. Irritating Elias until he pops a guitar string will be the fun part.”

“The hard part,” Jose added, “will be for Baron and Elias if they can’t get into the groove.” He nudged Dean and began to sway his hips. Dean was more than happy to join in.

Booker T had seen enough. “Thank you. I believe Y/N is with Baron Corbin and Elias now to ask them about you. Y/N?”

You waved at the camera as the red light started to blink. “Indeed I am.” You angled yourself to your interviewees. “Having heard Dean and No Way Jose, what possible conflicts can you foresee in your tag match tonight?”

“None,” Elias grumbled.

Baron huffed. “I’ve fought and beaten Dean several times. Same with Jose. Tonight will be nothing different. I could fight them both on my own, but at the moment Elias and I have a common interest.”

Lucky you, he brought it up himself. “So, you’re not worried about any acts of self-preservation from your corner this evening? Like a guitar, if the match doesn’t go your way.” You took a step back as Baron towered over you.

“I can watch my own back. Nobody surprises or gets the jump on me easily.”

“Right,” Elias rolled his eyes, “like Y/N didn’t make you stand down when she got here. You did flinch when she shouted back at you.”

No, no, no, no. You shook your hand in front of you. “Hey, don’t bring me into this.”

“Why not?” Baron asked.

“Because I’m not going to be in the ring with you. Dean… Ambrose and No Way Jose will. I’m not a wrestler; I’m a journalist.”

“You’re the one that brought it up. Do we need your word that we won’t have to watch our backs? You are Ambrose’s cousin.” Elias encroached on Baron’s space, but the Lone Wolf didn’t seem to notice.

“I am seriously no threat to you.” This was not going well, not to mention you didn’t like the dangerous glint in either of their eyes. “And I’m not Dean. Now about your match tonight – “

“Save it,” Baron interrupted, “those two dancing lunatics are not going to be able to pin either one of us. Jose is too focused on dancing, and I don’t believe Dean is one hundred percent. It’ll be a walk in the park.” He turned and looked at Elias, who nodded back and led their exit accompanied by strumming. You sighed as they left you alone.

Back at the pre-show table, David Otunga whistled. “Strong words. Thoughts and response from you two?”

Jose and Dean looked blankly at each other. Dean cracked into a grin first. “Not really. Same old, same old from Baron. And still no Pearl Jam from Elias.”

Jose chuckled. “Do you think we can convince him to play some exit music for us when we win?”

Dean tapped his chin. “Dunno. Let’s go ask ‘im.” He gave Renee a quick pat on the back and a thank you, then he was gone. Jose hurried to keep up.

There was a moment of calm right before the first competitor of the men’s contract match entered the arena. Entrance music bounced between Raw and Smackdown wrestlers until Braun Strowman, The Miz, Finn Bálor, Rusev, Kevin Owens, Samoa Joe, Bobby Roode, and Roman Reigns were in the ring. Cesaro entered last, accompanied by Sheamus. They did their paired entrance together, ending with Cesaro handing off the top layers of his ring gear to Shamus. Then they broke apart so Cesaro could walk down the ramp alone.

The bell rang.

Mostly the athletes attacked the people from their same show. But as the first several were deposited outside the ring, the battle lines from before the shake-up came into play. Roman and Samoa Joe had an altercation on the floor. Bobby Roode and Rusev took turns slinging each other into turnbuckles. Cesaro teamed up with Miz momentarily against the short bond between Finn and Braun. Kevin hid out on the floor, waiting.

His opportunity came when Finn stared Braun down from atop feuding ladders. While Finn kicked Braun unsteady until he could slingblade the monster out of the way, Kevin rapidly ascended the other side. He reached the top, only to find a grinning Cesaro on the other side. They were both tipped out of the way by Samoa Joe on the canvas. He was hit from behind by Roman, who was hit in turn by Braun with a ladder. Roman did his best to avoid getting his ribs or skull crushed but found himself backed into a corner. Braun wedged in the ladder to trap him, then ran into the ladder, breaking it into Roman’s torso.

In the end, Finn was the one sitting on top of the ladder holding the briefcase in his lap. He held it high above his head.

“I’m coming for you,” he shouted. There were too many targets for you to figure out who he was talking to.

Seth had a slightly easier match. Sami and Bobby Lashley had weeks of practice of tearing each other apart. So, the champion hung back. He kept his laughing to himself and bided his time until he could get one of his challengers alone.

First, it was Lashley. Strength was on his side, but speed and energy were on Seth’s. For a moment. The audience gasped as Lashley caught Seth and traded hits until he could lift him up. Seth’s blood rushed into his head as Lashley waited for the best possible second to take his moment. Sami immediately stole it from him with an elbow to the back of the knee. The rivalry continued.

Next was Sami. He smugly danced across the ring to where Seth was recovering. The ref signaled for a break, giving Sami the opportunity to drum on Seth’s chest for a little bit.

Seth was not amused.

The smugness came at a cost. Sami was busy mocking Lashley’s unmoving body on the floor when Seth twisted him around and kneed him in the gut. The next thing Sami knew, the canvas rushed up to meet his face in a curb stomp, then he heard the bell ring from the flat of his back.

“And still your Intercontinental Champion: Seth Rollins!”

After the match between Asuka and Carmella, Elias was given the spotlight. He gave the crowd a few chords, then waited for them to quiet down. “I have got a life-changing song for you tonight. Not that this disgusting, cockroach-infested smudge on the map deserves it. But, I have made sure that you will not be denied the gift that you need tonight by Dean Ambrose or No Way Jose. You all need to hear this.” He plucked the pick across the strings twice before Baron’s music started. He shivered, irate, as Baron came into the ring.

“I promised it wouldn’t be Dean or Jose.” Baron smirked and bumped past Elias to their corner. Elias sat back down on the stool in hopes for a second chance, but Dean’s music hit next. He practically threw the guitar and sound gear at the ringside techie.

Dean waited at the bottom of the ramp for his partner for the evening. He joined the congo-line as it came by, then hopped into the ring with No Way Jose to wait for the bell.

Baron did everything he could to keep Elias angry. After each poke to his side or ego, Baron would step out of the way just as Dean or Jose was trying to attack. When it was his turn inside the ropes, neither Jose or Dean could find a rhythm to fight back. He almost took this too much to heart, playing to the crowd and turning his back on the Lunatic Fringe.

Which was never a good idea.

Elias saw the impending loss and tagged himself in. He tackled Dean to the canvas and chased after him to a corner to deliver a knee to his face. Dean collapsed and could barely move as Elias climbed the ropes. Baron rushed through the middle of the ring to slide under the bottom rope and take out Jose on the other side. He watched from the floor as Elias sailed through the air to drop a heavy elbow onto Dean’s chest and pin him.

Through blurred vision, Dean saw Baron roll Jose into the ring. Elias’s guitar theme music played while he and Elias stood over them with their arms raised.

Baron turned to Elias. “Let’s never do this again.”

“Agreed.”

Baron left alone to his music.

Curtis Axel and Bo Dallas lost quickly to Matt Hardy and Bray Wyatt. It was over in the amount of time you were expecting the pre-show match to happen in. But there it was: Bray laying over Bo Dallas and then kneeling in front of Matt while they raised their retained championships.

In a real twist of fate, Nia held her own against the woman who was able to stand against Triple H. Whatever had happened the Monday before must have been for show. Or Nia was a fast learner. Because during the match Rhonda Rousey had Nia in an arm-bar. She screamed in pain and raised her hand like she was going to tap.

Then Nia laughed.

She kept laughing at Rhonda’s confused face. This time she was successful in picking up her opponent and running her back into a turnbuckle. She had to do it three more times before Rhonda’s grip slipped, but it did. Then Rhonda was at her mercy.

Nia retained.

As her music faded out, Nia held out her hand to Rhonda. She kept it steady and her face clear of any sign of malice. Once she had Rhonda’s hand in hers, she helped the other woman to her feet.

“This is your official welcome to the WWE, and to the women’s division. If you keep putting in that work, this,” she shook the belt on her shoulder, “will soon be yours. You just gotta put in the work.”

“I’ll do that. For any title. Even if it means I have to go through every woman… and man… on the roster.”

Nia smiled. “I look forward to it.”

Sonya Deville’s entrance was the first to bring the audience to their feet. She was followed by Liv Morgan, Billie Kay, Ember Moon, Becky Lynch, Alexa Bliss, Natalya, and finally Charlotte Flair.

For a few seconds after the bell, none of the women moved. They scoped out possible combatives and stole glances at the briefcase hanging overhead. Billie Kay moved first, impatient to get her hands on Charlotte. Liv Morgan went after Natalya, attacking her formally injured knee and forcing her out of the ring. Alexa grabbed onto Ember’s firey braids, swinging her around until she too was on the floor. Becky didn’t wait to be caught unawares. She clotheslined Sonya to the mat and went to help her friend. But while she was checking on Charlotte, they were both tipped over the ropes. The three newcomers and Alexa had won the first round.

Or so Alexa thought.

She found herself encircled by the other three women. It wasn’t long before she was sprawled outside the ring too. Then the two Smackdown women attacked Sonya, before turning on each other.

The former champions outside of the ring fought their way back in, bringing the first ladders with them. The crowd cheered and flinched with each acrobatic display and imaginative use of a ladder. Alexa waited until Ember eclipsed Charlotte off the top of one to scurry towards the contract. Her fingers brushed over the white and gold paint, then her feet were ripped out from under her. She regained her footing just enough to give a twisted bliss, but left the ladder open.

Becky moved quickly and didn’t stop until the contract and hook were in her hand. She about fell off the ladder with celebrating. It was hers. To display and use as she wished.

June 18 – Monday Night Raw – Grand Rapids, MI

Your Monday night began with a women’s interview. Bayley and Sasha were set to fight Natalya and Rhonda. Apparently, Sasha wanted to show them what a real friendship looked like. And take every opportunity to rub the athletes’ losses in their face.

“We’ve had our rough patches,” Sasha said into the mic you offered, “but we have got this match in the bag.” She looked straight into the camera. “No cat pun intended, Natalya.”

“Come on, even Y/N could take her. Right, Y/N?” Bayley nudged your arm. “There’s a warrior in there, we’ve seen her.”

“Oh, no. Look, I have a tiny bit of kickboxing. But that’s it. I’m not really an athlete that could keep up with you guys.”

Sasha chuffed. “You might want to get more than that. With the threats Corbin and Elias were throwing around.” She smiled sticky sweet as you gulped. “And yes, I think they were serious.” Sasha tugged on Bayley’s arm so they could get to Gorilla. What she said left you with a sinking feeling in your stomach.

A sudden hand on your shoulder made you jump. Seth backed off a few steps so you could catch your breath. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Oh, hey Seth. Congratulations on your match yesterday.”

“Thanks, I appreciate that. But, that’s not what I came over here for.” Seth’s cheery face took on a worried shadow.

“Oh?” If he was going to ask about Baron or Elias…

“I overheard a little of… that.” He waved in the directed that Sasha and Bayley had walked towards. “It might not mean much, but I could help you out if you wanted somebody to train with. Just so… uh… you’d be prepared. For something.”

It was a tempting offer. Still, it had been a while. “I don’t know how much I’d be able to do. You do some pretty intense stuff; I’d hate to slow you down.”

“You won’t. Really. You don’t have to make a decision right now. Just… think about it. You’re part of the family now, kid, and I don’t want you to get hurt.” Seth shuffled on his feet.

If this wasn’t so awkward he would almost be cute. And totally off limits. “I’ll think about it, though I can already tell you I would appreciate the help. If this works out, I’ll give it my all. You don’t think Dean would disapprove?”

Seth scrunched up his nose. “The attack everything that moves man? Nah. Think about it. Talk to Dean if you like. I’ve got to get ready for my match-“

“And I’ve got places to be.” You smiled at him. “Thank you. I’ll catch up with you later.” He took one hall while you took another. You wondered how soon you could take him up on that offer.

Despite their repeated tiffs, Bayley and Sasha were doing well. They used every advantage of their exhausted opponents. Bayley was more likely to use her speed where Sasha hit them in places that were sore from Sunday night. Bayley almost had Natalya when Sasha grabbed her ankle and dragged her out of the ring. She clotheslined her, ignoring the taunts and hisses of disapproval.

Sasha rolled Bayley back into the ring just as Natalya tagged in Rhonda.

The women stood opposite one another over Bayley. Even the ref was still. Sasha bowed at the waist, opening her arms over Bayley and backing away to lean in her own corner. Rhonda kept her gaze focused on her while she pinned Bayley. She and Natalya let their hands be raised, though confusion wrinkled their brows. They watched Sasha exit outside of the ring. She called back to them from the ramp.

“That’s how you do it… friends.”

Roman was frustrated. Money in the Bank was his third PPV where he was unable to reach his goal. And he didn’t really consider his match against Samoa Joe at Backlash a win either. He said as much in his interview with you.

“That contract last night was one of the last chances I had to bypass a lot of people to get to Lesnar. But, as always, I have to go the long way around. And I’m going to start with Braun Strowman.” He thanked you and left before you could get another question out.

Braun was waiting for him in the ring. They started with blows before the bell rang. Roman threw everything he had left at him. Braun did the same back. The commentary wondered in Angle should have given them street fight rules and saved the match for later in the show. They certainly fought like it.

But their volatile focus made them blind.

It barely registered that the crowd was booing someone other the Roman when Jinder slid into the ring. He took a second to look between Braun and Roman, then slapped Braun in the chest. The match was ruled a win for Braun by disqualification. Jinder was proud of himself. He had his revenge for being denied a place in the contract match, and now Braun had won because of him.

Braun didn’t see it that way. And he made sure Jinder caught those hands before he turned to finish his business with Roman. He was met with a spear that nearly sent him through the canvas. For the first time in a long time, the monster among men did not attempt to move. Roman took the split second of luck he had to stand on the ropes and pose. This disagreement was far from over.

“Thank you for your walk welcome.” Sami grinned and tipped his hat at every soul sitting in the arena booed him. “Yesterday was… not what I was expecting. But I’m going to move past that. No more thoughts about Seth Rollins. Or Bobby Lashley.” His grin morphed into disgust as the crowd cheered for the names he wanted to ignore. “Hey, stop that. Forget them. They are not important. What is important is the here and now. And the here and now… is the Sami Zayne show!” The camera panned back to reveal two footstools and one office chair. “Budget cuts. Not my fault. Anyway, let’s get the two athletes of the hour out here.”

There was a guitar riff and then Dean came bouncing out. Jose closely followed, headbanging along instead of coming out to his music. Sami tutted for them to get to the ring as quickly as possible. He guided them to sit down on the stools, even though their knees were practically at their chins.

“We have so much to talk about. There’s your defeat last night to Elias and Baron Corbin. Jose, you just got here and you’re already setting a bad record for yourself. And no dancing line tonight, what’s that about?” He talked over Jose trying to answer. “And Dean. Back from injury, but obviously not one hundred percent or Elias wouldn’t have been able to pin you last night. It really is astounding. You guys promised so much and delivered absolutely none of it.”

“Hey now,” Dean said, “No Way Jose brought the party last night. And it kept going after the match.”

Sami shook his head. “But that’s the problem. Too much party, not enough wrestling. This is WWE after all, not a dance hall.”

“I don’t know why you get to hate on us,” Jose said. “You lost your match last night too.”

The crowd oohed and agreed while Sami flapped his hands. “Now, now. At least mine was a title shot against one of the best in the business. And yours was for… what exactly? Pride? Ego? How’d that work out for ya?” Sami spun around in his chair, smirking and proud of himself.

Dean grinned. “And you got taken out because you were mocking your other opponent. Turning your back on Seth is never a good idea when he’s against you.”

“How’d that work out for ya?” Jose jabbed.

Flustered, Sami stood and moved to threaten one of them. His eyes darted between his two options, landing on Jose as his most likely to survive through. “Strong words from the man I’m going to beat tonight.” He motioned towards the stage. “Let’s get a ref down here. Sami Zayne versus No Way Jose.”

“We don’t have to wait for a ref.” Dean stood and reached into the inside pocket of his jacket. Nobody could contain their laughter as he pulled out a wrinkled referee shirt. “You’ve got one.” He dropped his jacket to the outside and pulled the striped shirt over his head. The techies couldn’t even move the seats before he was motioning for the bell to ring.

Sami was surprised when it did. His mic thudded as it hit the canvas. His hat followed suit as Jose jumpstarted the match. With Sami caught unawares, it was quick. All he could do was turn around, and Jose was there with another move that sent him stumbling around the ring. Dean counted a super-fast ‘123’ and posed with Jose in the ring. Sami rolled out to the floor to glare at both of them.

The main event was an open challenge from Seth.

“I’ve still got this championship. It’s mine and I don’t foresee giving it up any time soon. But I am a fighting champion. I’m going to put in the work to keep this title prestigious and in the spotlight. So if there’s anyone back there not too exhausted from yesterday, or who thinks they’ve even got the smallest chance, come on down.” He dropped off his mic and handed the belt to the waiting ref.

Kevin Owens answered the challenge. He made it to the bottom of the ramp, then froze. In the ring, Seth looked questioningly at the stage as it faded into silver and blue.

Finn Balor walked out, briefcase at his side. He smiled all the way down the ramp, past Kevin, to Seth as he made his way around the ring, and at the announce table at the far end of the ring. They congratulated him on his win and asked him what his plans were.

“I’ve got plans. But all in good time.” He refused to say more about the contract while Seth fought off Kevin Owens. When Seth retained, Finn stood on the table and held the briefcase high. He jumped down with his grin, then walked out of the arena without a backward glance.

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Magnets and Home

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Snapshot of married life with Bucky Barnes and sharing it with your child.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Y/N), son (Steven)

Warnings/Promises: FLUFF, married fluff, food mention

Word Count: 750 (hella short, but hella cute)

Note: Written for Father’s Day. And happy 500 posts! Please let me know if this made you squee. Tags and requests open as always. Enjoy!

It was unreasonably quiet when you got home. The keys clattering into the bowl by the door echoed in an unsettling way.

“Bucky? Steven?” You shed your shoes and tiptoed further into your home, hand on the gun hiding in the small of your back. Your stance relaxed as you found your family.

Bucky was asleep with your son curled up in his lap. Steven had his hand curled around part of his father’s shirt. He gets that from you. The matching tiny snores made you smile. You were able to take a quick picture before Bucky cracked an eye.

“Hi, baby.” He breathed deep and smirked at the small body on his chest. “How was your day?”

“Fine.” You looked around the room. “How was yours?” While you didn’t fear for your feet, there was an impressive spread of Legos in one corner. Apparently, there had once been a giant structure, though destined to either be structurally unsound or destroyed by a monster. What did confuse you was the collection of kitchen magnets on the coffee table.

“We were learning about magnets,” he chuckled. He froze as Steven stirred, but your son woke up anyway. When he saw you he jumped up and almost fell off the couch in his haste to get to you. He talked a mile a minute as you picked him up.

“Mommy! You missed it! We built a pillow fort, and a Lego castle, and then Daddy was the monster and knocked it over, and then he burned the grilled cheese, and then one of the magnets on the fridge fell off and stuck on his arm! When can we go see Uncle Tony?”

What? “Why would we be going to see Uncle Tony, honey?”

“Because Daddy said he has really big magnets. I think we might have to leave Daddy in the hallway so he doesn’t get stuck to the gen-ra-rators.” He wiggled out of your grasp and grabbed a few fridge letters. Between Bucky’s wrist and elbow, he lined them up, turning to you beaming. “See?” He continued to excitedly explain the fields surrounding the letters and how Bucky’s arm was stuck in it like a net.

Bucky pulled you down onto the couch. Steven went back to telling the story about the Legos while you leaned into Bucky. He kissed your forehead and rubbed up and down your arm. With a giggle, you moved the magnets around. Grabbing a few others, you spelled out ‘cat’ and ‘owls’. He rearranged to spell ‘taco’ but got stuck with the left-over consonants. You eased the frown off his face by nuzzling your noses together.

The moment was broken as Steven brought you two the tv remote, pleading for Little Einsteins. He plopped down and started to build a masterpiece. You retreated to the kitchen for a sneak make-out session. Bucky swallowed your moans and gripped your hips tighter. He pulled you close and you could feel his growing hard-on trapped between you.

“Mommy? What are we having for dinner?”

Bucky growled and rested his head on the wall behind you. “One of these days…”

“Hush,” you giggled. You wriggled out from under your husband despite his whine and leaned on the door frame. “I dunno, honey. What do you want?”

“Can we have grilled cheese again? Not burned this time?”

You coughed to cover up a laugh. Bucky faked looking betrayed, grinning the whole time. “How about this,” you offered, “BLTs with cheese? Perfectly toasted and melty?”

Steven crowed in victory and rolled around the Lego dinosaur he’d built. You walked past Bucky with a grin. He caught you before you could get to the fridge.

“Well, that answers where he gets his quick thinks from.” Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and kissed the inside of your neck.

“Hmm. But he’s gonna be a looker like his Daddy.”

“I’ll teach him how to run away from shotguns once he comes home talking about crushes and the like.” He laughed as you swatted his arm.

Later when your son and husband were having a contest to see who could make the biggest string of cheese with their sandwich triangles, you couldn’t help but feel warm all over. All the missions past, all the ones yet to come, they all faded away in the overwhelming sensation of home. Bucky still had magnets on his arm. Steven was looking at him like he was the sun.

And you were more than happy to bask in the glow.

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