Prompt: “I love your Elias stuff!! I don’t ever see much written about him. Could you write about how he has feelings for a female superstar on the roster but acts like a jerk to hide it away? One cute encounter leads to a sexy night. BTW you’re so talented!!” [Thanks, hun!]
Pairing: Elias x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: bad flirting (don’t do this), some language, SMUT
Word Count: 1810
Note: WWE Week continues with this crack-turned-smutty fic. Thank you for this request. I was looking for help with bad flirting stories and found a tip list that made my day and really made this fic. I hope you all like it. If you do please let me know, and if you have ideas of your own my requests are still open. Same goes for my tag lists. (WWE, 205 Live, individual wrestlers as listed on the masterlist, and other fandoms.) Enjoy!
It was weird, even for him. Elias had never been super talkative, though he didn’t shirk from your company either. Now he couldn’t seem to decide which one he wanted to flip on its head first. Some days he would stumble and say anything in his head to you. On others, he would leave the room when you entered. It was starting to make your head spin.
Then things got weirder. On the days he didn’t disappear, he would stare at you intently. He’d catch your eye then never let his gaze drop. His face would remain just as placid as if looking at the horizon, and he blinked. You changed up how you blinked to make sure he did.
“Elias, are you okay?” you finally asked him. “You’ve been acting differently lately.”
He bobbed his head. “I could say the same thing about you.”
“Huh?” Had you been acting differently? There was that one thing… but-
“I hadn’t been able to put my finger on it for the longest time. But now I know your secret.”
Your heart stopped. How? You leaned in close to him, attempting to keep anything he said next just between the two of you. “You do?”
He hummed. “And the more I learn about you… well.” He leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers behind his head.
“Elias, how the… never mind.” You dropped your voice to a hoarse whisper. “If you really want to spoil it, please do it to the right people. Or if you are my friend, keep it under wraps. Please.” You shoved away from the table and left. In your haste to get away, you missed seeing him panic.
Every time you saw him after that he would wink at you. Excessively. Like he needed eye drops. When you got some for him from the medics, he threw the bottle against the wall and stomped off. He didn’t wink at you anymore. From there, he avoided looking at you at all.
You didn’t realize you’d pissed him off so much until he bumped into you. It could have been the unfortunate combination of his broad shoulders and the narrowness of the hallways. That’s what you thought. But then he weaved into your path just to bump you. And they were too frequent to be chance. It was like he was looking for you just to bump into you. He only stopped when you flattened against a wall when he came into view.
You groaned out loud when he strummed his way into one of your backstage promos. It took everything you had not to sassily ask him if he was talking to you now.
Prompt: “Oh! I have a request & it’s sorta based off of Finn & Noam’s 4th of July antics (I have a feeling, like I’m almost 99.9% for some reason that Noam was the one to take the picture of Finn’s ass!) but could you possibly do a smutty fluffy 4th of July Imagine where the Reader & her boyfriend(s) Noam & Finn (Poly relationship, if you’re not comfortable, then it’s fine and just choose one!) are celebrating with friends, drink, swim & shoot fireworks & etc! I can send more detail in if I need too! 💕”
Pairing: Noam Dar x Reader (Y/N) (Just Noam, sorry. I’m not ready to write a threesome… yet.)
Warnings/Promises: SMUT, FLUFF, fireworks and so many smutty firework puns (sorry, not sorry)
Word Count: 1160
Note: I have no problem with writing a poly relationship. Right now, smut-wise, that’s too many limbs than what I want to handle at the moment. I might revisit this prompt later though and rewrite it to the full request. This is the last WWE fic for the week, but I have several more requests to answer and I will, soon. If you’ve got an idea of your own, my requests are still open. If you don’t have your own idea just yet, but don’t want to miss a fic about your favorites, my tag lists are open as well. Reblogs and comments are really appreciated if you enjoyed what you read. Happy reading!
“Are you both going to Finn Freeze?” you giggled. Finn snapped into his pose, while Noam took a quick look before following. “Perfect.” Noam rushed up and stole your phone.
“Now we ‘ave to get a picture of Finny’s red, white, and blue ass.” You both laughed as your friend quickly turned and pulled his shorts low enough to show off his bruise. As much fun as you were having now when you had first seen it you’d almost went after Baron yourself. Lucky for him, today’s excitement was the perfect distraction.
“Come on, love,” Finn said, “time for Noam to see you in that bathin’ suit I helped pick out.” He threw his arm over your shoulder and Noam wrapped his arm around your waist.
“Hey!” you squealed. You eyed both of your boys trying to figure out which one had snapped your top string. When neither was forthcoming with a guilty face, your reached around and snapped the front of their swimming trunks. Then before they could catch you, you ran towards the pool dropping cover shirt and towel as you went. The water rescued you for a bit, then betrayed you as Finn and Noam cannonballed in just as you resurfaced.
Several hours and springboard flips later, the sky was dark enough for the main event. And there was enough of it for several more hours.
You and Noam set up the next array of fireworks, spread out enough for safety. Satisfied, you grabbed your phone and started filming Finn setting them off. Getting antsy, you shifted your weight. The fuses were taking so long to take, and they were starting to go off before Finn could finish the line. He rushed to stand to the side as they shot to the sky, rattling you all with their concussive blasts.
Noam looked over at you, watching the colors reflect in your eyes. You caught him and smiled. He slid up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. His lips pressed into the side of your neck, then he rested his chin on your shoulder.
With each boom, you shivered. It was amazing how a little gunpowder and some elements could create such bright colors. Copper to make blue. Iron and carbon to make gold. Strontium to make red. Add fire to a fuse, and up they went, to explode and fill the sky with their brilliance. It made you breathless.
Your feet were brought back to the ground by a hard object pressing into your backside.
“Noam, darling, what are you doing?” You squeaked as he rolled his hips in time with the explosions.
“I’m warming you up for your fourth of July fuck.”
As much as that made you clamp your thighs together, you checked your phone. “Sounds nice, but it’s rolled over to the fifth.”
“Fourth or Fifth, I’m still gonna ravage ya.” He nipped at your neck and pulled you back towards the house. Nobody seemed to notice, not that it would have stopped you if they did.
The wall he pinned you to vibrated with the celebration happening in the backyard. You couldn’t breathe because Noam was dominating your mouth. Your fingers wove into his hair while his trespassed under your swim-cover. His nails dug lightly across your lower back, making you gasp. With your head thus tilted back, he kissed and nipped and sucked at your neck. You bit your lip with a moan as he slid down your swimming bottoms and gripped tightly at the globes of your ass. His clothed length rubbed over your front with desperate frequency until you were begging for anything.
‘Anything’ began with his fingers. They scissored you open and worked you up to a dripping mess. Noam chuckled into the valley of your breasts each time you jolted under his touch. Your clit was well tended too, though he kept you just out of reach of release.
“Please Noam. Everyone’s going to be coming in soon.”
“And?” He laughed and latched onto your lips. His fingers curled into that spot that made your knees weak but it still wasn’t enough.
“Noam,” you whined, “stop teasing. I thought you said you were going to ravage me?”
He pulled back with a smirk. “I di’ say that didn’ I?”
Your face broke into a wide smile as he dropped his trunks to the floor and pulled your thigh over his hip. Your head fell back into the wall with a thud covered up with the blasts. Noam worked into you, grunting and heaving until he was fully inside you. You gripped at is shoulders, grounding yourself from floating away. When you were mostly under control, you clamped your walls around him.
That first slow thrust was like the first firework on the fourth. Breathtaking and sparkling. It made you breathless and inspired. You did your best to meet his thrusts. It was too hot, so you shed your shirt. Noam freed your breasts from their cups and caught them in turn in his mouth to suck and moan around them. You keened loudly for more, for him.
And he gave it to you.
Noam twisted you around from the wall to lean you over a reading chair. He thrust hard back into you, making you cry out. His hand splayed wide over your spine, pinning you down even as you arched. He sped up. You couldn’t hear your skin snapping together, but you could feel it. You were both panting. Needy and desperate. And so close.
“Noam,” you moaned.
“I’m right be’ind ya. You feel so good, Y/N. Clampin’ d’wn on my cock. Everyone jus’ outside. My dirty girl. My girl. My… come on, Y/N. Cum for me.”
Your nails dug into the fabric of the chair, and you lost traction on the floor as your toes curled. Noam pushed on you harder, tipping you forward as he chased his finish. His cock swelled, and his cum filled you up, sending you into another spiral that blinded you.
His hands massaged up and down your back until your legs stopped shaking. He retrieved your shirt and bottoms, guiding your legs into them as you sat on the arm of the chair. You pulled him down for another kiss. One that was exhausted and soft.
“We should prob’ly get back out there,” he muttered against your lips. You sighed in agreement. Noam chuckled as he helped you to your feet.
You made it back outside just in time for the grand finale. Some of the more practiced practitioners had rigged together a system to set off the rest of the fireworks in a faster and safer manner. The spectacular display filled the sky, setting your heart to thudding. Noam took your hand and gave it a squeeze for each of the receding fireworks.
When you went to bed, other homes were still setting theirs off, and Noam gave you a spectacular finish to those too.
Prompt: “I would like to ask for a request, where the reader is plus size and insecure, so Sami Zayn, who she has a crush on for very long, shows her how beautiful he thinks she is 😊 smuuut please 😍😍”
Pairing: Sami Zayn x PlusSize!Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: food, discussion of dieting, SMUT, oral (female receiving), implied further smut
Word Count: 1360
Note: Thank you so much for this request, anon. It actually helped me think through some things, and I hope it can maybe help you guys too. My Sami tag list only has five people on it, so there is plenty room for more; or there’s room on the WWE list too if you want to read about everyone. Same for all my lists. If you’ve got your own idea, send it in; my requests are open. Enjoy!
“So I understand the increase in protein-“
“More muscle,” you said stabbing another cube of chicken.
“But cutting out your fruit?” Nia scrunched up her face. “And no grains? Not even the good ones?”
“Right. No carbs. And if I’m going to effectively cut out sugar, that means not even the natural stuff. So no fruit.”
Nia shook her head. “This seems like an unnecessary amount of effort for something you don’t need. You’re not fat, honey. You’re a powerhouse.” She nudged your shoulder, “a thicc one.”
“I don’t feel thick, though.” You dropped your fork and your voice. “I feel like a balloon. I feel fat.”
“Hey,” she said softly, “we are both products of our heritage.” You heard the hurt in her voice and sighed.
“How did you accept it? Just… how did you do it?”
“I had help.” Nia looked around the room. “Half of the battle is having a support system. I had family, you and other friends. You all knew when I needed small compliments here and there. What works is an army louder than the haters.” She waved at somebody behind you. “Sami! Come tell Y/N how beautiful she is.”
“No,” you hissed. You put on an apologetic smile. “Sami, you don’t have to do that.”
The glow in his cheeks was suddenly brighter than his hair. “What if I want to?” He smiled as you blushed too. Nia’s dimples made an appearance as she watched you two, knowing how long you’d had a crush on him. She gave you a nod, then left for her warm-up.
“Nia was just teasing. You don’t have to-“
“But you are beautiful.” Sami blushed again. “I overheard a little of what you guys were talking about, and while I agree with Nia, I would like to volunteer as a member of your support team. If that’s okay?”
This could either be disastrous or the best idea in the world.
“I’d like that. Thank you.”
Over the next several weeks, Sami joined your diet when he could. He directed you to different work-outs that you’d never thought to use before. And if he couldn’t be around, he always found a replacement who could encourage you almost as much as he did. You felt better. Brighter and more energetic. And you definitely smiled more when he was around. The more time you spent with Sami, the more you noticed the little ticks that had evaded your casual crush observations. Sparing with him gave you butterflies, though he never commented on how you would tumble over your words when you pinned him.
But the weight didn’t go away.
Soon you had reached a month and your weight hadn’t changed. You only measured once a week to keep from going crazy, but even that wore on you. And Sami noticed. It all came to a head when you broke down in your hotel room one night.
“What is wrong with me?”
Sami sat next to you on the bed and draped his arm over your shoulders. “Nothing is wrong with you.”
“Then how do you explain this?” You grave your stomach a slap. “I know results weren’t going to be immediate, but there should have been something lost at least.”
“Hey, hey,” Sami slid to his knees so you couldn’t avoid looking at him by staring at the ground. “There has been change. You’re stronger. You can throw me across the ring, and you couldn’t do that earlier. And, thin does not mean fit. Look at this.” He blustered around, patting his pockets until he found his phone. “Look at this. Athletes in a bunch of different sports, all with different body types. Weightlifting to gymnastics. And here,” he flipped a few pictures over, “all the same weight, just spread differently. All beautiful. And-“
“Sami.”
“Wait a second, I think I have another one.” He didn’t stop looking until he heard you giggle. Looking up he saw you smiling but crying. He dropped his phone and wiped away your tears. “Y/N-“
“Thank you.” You sniffed and leaned forward to press your forehead on his. It surprised you when Sami tilted his head so he could kiss you. What surprised you, even more, was how you leaned forward for more.
Sami pushed back against your lips until you were laying on the sheets and he was hovering over you. He broke away panting. “Y/N,” he whispered. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he tried again. “You don’t need me to feel beautiful or confident, but I want to show you what the world actually sees when it looks at you. When I look at you.” He dipped his head for a second before meeting your eyes again. “May I?”
All you could do was nod.
Gingerly, he reached under your shirt and trailed his fingers across your skin. Your breath hitched as goosebumps covered your body. You leaned up so he could remove your shirt. His mouth descended to the tops of your breasts. He kissed them softly. Then hummed. His hands moved back down your body, smoothing across your folds and muscles. His lips ghosted up your throat to your pulse point. His fingertips glided over the top of your sweats. With a glance of askance and your permission, he dipped his fingers beneath the band and started to push them down. You angled your hips up so they could join your shirt on the floor. Sami removed your underwear set next, leaving you bare to the cold and his gaze.
Sami grabbed your hands before you could cover up.
“Beautiful,” he said, whispering like he was in a library, hoarse and sharing a desperate secret. “And I could scream it to heaven. Then back and to heaven again.”
He kissed you on your forehead. Your nose. Your lips. Your chin. Your throat. Between your breasts. Several down and across your stomach. Above your belly button. Below your belly button. Just above your sex. On each hip. Down one thigh, then on the inside and to the other.
You were gasping. Each kiss was like a shock of electricity. Your body gave a jolt the closer he came to your sex. When he finally spread your legs open so he could see you, it was impossible to breathe. When he flattened his tongue on your lips, you released the last bit of oxygen in a frantic puff. His arms wrapped around your legs, guiding you to squeeze your thighs around his head. Something you would have never dreamed of doing. But it spurred him on to bring you the best of the delights you had ever experienced.
His fingers joined in and started to spread your leaking slick up to your clit. He hummed in delight as your walls clamped around them. Your hips bucked as far as they could with his death-grip on your thighs. Sami’s eyes peeked over your stomach up to your face. You were biting your lip. He chuckled into your thigh, scraping his scruff across your sensitive skin.
“You don’t have to be quiet, Y/N. Unless you want to. This is about you.” He sucked on your clit, making you cry out. “All about how my stunning, wonderful, gorgeous woman is perfect just the way she is.” You whined as he curled his fingers. “So perfect. So beautiful.” He moved faster, pumping and curling and lapping at you like it was going to be the last thing he ever did, humming with glee. You were blinded by light behind your eyes and came moaning his name.
Sami kissed the insides of your thighs one more time, then leaned over you with his hands beside your hips.
“Do you believe me now?”
“Uh-huh.”
He smirked. “Come again?”
You laughed and squeezed his wrist. “Yes.” You closed your eyes and focused on getting your breathing back to normal.
“Are you sure? You seem a little… uncertain.” He tilted his head and licked his fingers clean.
“You know,” you said breathing deep and readying for another round, “a few things are a bit… hazy. Could you clarify a few things?”
“Of course, Y/N. With everything between me and heaven.”
Prompt: “Are your requests still open? Cause I need some Drew McIntyre smut and that Joe fic you wrote blew my mind. Like y’all are already together and he gets jealous because Dolph keeps being a flirt. So, like possessive dommy Drew staking his claim.” – @ballins-princess
Pairing: Dom!Drew McIntyre x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: SMUT, oral (male receiving)
Word Count: 1430
Note: I apologize to any of my readers who like Dolph. He keeps getting hate in my fics… and will in this one too. He is a fantastic athlete, but I love to hate him with almost as much fervor as I do Miz. (There is a Dolph smut in the works though.) If you have an idea of your own, let me know! My requests and my tag lists are open. I hope you guys enjoy this.
Your cheeks hurt. Like ‘Oh my gosh will my mother ever stop taking pictures’ hurt. The hurt that reminded you of the ‘your face will freeze that way’ threat… as if hadn’t already.
“You have a really cute laugh, Y/N,” Dolph said for the millionth time that afternoon. “Are you from Tennessee?”
Heaven help you.
“’Cause you are the only ten-I-see on the roster.” He grinned, proud of himself as you forced yourself to laugh again.
“Did you steal that from Tye Dillinger? ‘Cause the ten-thing sounds like his style.” You leaned further back into the wall as Dolph leaned in like telling you a secret.
“Nah, it’s all me, sweetheart.”
He’s your love’s partner. You had to be nice to him. You couldn’t be the cause of issues. Drew had enough to worry about. You could handle this. For at least a few minutes more. Hopefully.
“Is this man both’rin’ you?” Drew strode into view over Dolph’s shoulder.
“No,” you breathed, relieved when Dolph moved away. “Thanks for the entertainment. Shall we?” You grabbed your purse and quickly rushed to Drew’s side. He was confused when you dragged him away until you were far enough away to take a breather.
“Was he botherin’ you?” The growl underlying his voice made you panic.
“No. Not at all. It’s just… it’s just Dolph you know,” you laughed. “You know how he never shuts up. Really.” You gulped as Drew crossed his arms. “Drew-“
He hummed to cut you short. “Don’t lie to me. What’s wrong?” He kept staring at you with the same intensity as you tried to brush it off. But he saw straight through you. “Yer raight. I know Dolph.” Drew took a deep breath. “Tha bugger doesn’ know when to keep his mouth shut. I’m gonna give ‘im a lesson.”
“No, Drew.” You placed yourself between him and the path back to Dolph. “Not tonight. Tomorrow, please. Let us have tonight. I’m with you,” you wrapped your arms around his waist and felt his tense torso relax, “and I want to enjoy tonight. With you.”
Still, Drew growled. “Fine. Tomorrow I’m gunna let ‘im know that his advances are… unwelcome.” It made you shiver to see him tilt his head in that way. The way he did when he was going to get something he wanted. “How attached are you to the plan of dinner?”
“Not at all.”
“Good.” He suddenly had you trapped between him and the wall with his hand resting on your throat. “Because Dolph can’t flirt with you if you can’t walk enou’ to leave tha bed.”
“Strip.”
Your clothes dropped to the floor of your hotel room as fast as you could fumble out of the buttons and zippers. For whatever reason, your bra clasps got stuck. Your heart jumped to your throat as Drew stepped towards you.
“Allow me.” He stared down at you, reaching behind and freeing you. His hands grazed down your sides to your hips. With the slightest touch, he sent the last of the fabric to the floor. His breath caught in his throat and he reached up to thumb over your nipples. You closed your eyes in bliss, leaning into his touch. He stepped back and smiled as you whined. Drew palmed at the large bulge in his pants. You licked your lips, then flicked your eyes back up to his face. Where they were supposed to be.
He sat down on the bed and tilted his head so he could appreciate your form better. You stayed as still as you could, despite the buzzing under your skin. Again, your eyes drifted down to the bulge in his pants.
“Do ya want it?” He caught your eye with a bemused expression on his face. When you nodded, he leaned back on the bed and motioned you over with two curling fingers. You took slow steps, trying not to seem too eager. “I asked, do ya want it?” You quickly closed the distance and reached for the buckle on his pants. He unbuttoned the top button of his suit shirt while you lowered his zipper. You reached through the slit in his short for his length, brushing your thumb along the vein while pulling it out.
Bracing yourself on his thighs, you leaned down and gave his head a test lick. Drew groaned and let his head fall back. His thighs tensed under your hands as you ventured further. You licked the underside of his length from base to tip, pleased when he gasped in surprise. You took a deep breath. With one last lick of your lips, you began to wrap your mouth around him. Hollow. Suck. Lick. Batt your eyes. Repeat. You found your rhythm and gave Drew what you knew he liked. Behind it, you hoped you were telling him how much you preferred to be there with him than anywhere with Dolph.
You whined as Drew gently took hold of your hair and pulled you away.
“Nu-uh. I’m in control.”
“Yes, Sir,” you said without hesitation.
Drew couldn’t hide the dimple that peaked out. “Good girl.” He moved you to one side so he could stand and shed his pants and shorts. You took the initiative to unbutton his shirt. When it was open, you wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed yourself into his warm chest, breathing deeply. His fingers combed through your hair and his chest began to rise and fall to match your breathing.
With a shrug, he dropped the shirt to the floor. You squealed as he fell back onto the bed with you trapped in his arms. He guided you up to sit on his stomach. Automatically, your hands splayed open across his pecs, which rippled under your touch. His hands came to rest on your hips. With a smirk, he began to guide you to slide back and forth. His cock was trapped beneath you. Your hips bucked each time the tip bumped into your clit. You tried to rush back for that sensation, but he maintained the pace. The longer he controlled you, the wetter you became.
Finally, he helped you up to sink down on his cock. You wiggled your hips at the bottom, feeling him fill you up so perfectly. A sigh fell from your lips. Your eyes snapped open from their hazy relaxed state and you slapped a hand over your mouth. Drew reached up and brought your hand back to his chest.
“I want ta hear ya, love. An’ by the time I’m done with ya, the whole floor is gonna know who you belon’ ta.”
Next thing you knew, you were on your back and Drew was holding your legs up and wide for him. You screamed his name as he thrust roughly into you. You saw stars. Clawing at the sheets, you fought to keep your eyes open because the view was spectacular.
Drew’s eyes were blazing. His hair had fallen over his face, and it swung as he rocked his hips forward and back. His skin was shiny with sweat, which dripped down between the curves of his abs. His chiseled jaw was taunt. You were mostly drawn to his lips, pursed tightly together though occasionally opening to let out a puff or a shout. Drew’s eyes drooped shut as your walls clamped around him.
“Cum, lass. Don’t worry; it won’t be ya last tonight.”
Your toes curled as he leaned forward to bury himself further in your heat. The blood rushing in your ears gave way to ringing when Drew flicked at your clit. You arched as far as you could go, then fell back into the sheets. Drew followed with a shout of his own, followed by moaning your name.
One he had eased out of you, he fell to lay beside you. You curled yourself into his chest, tucking your head under his chin. You were fighting off sleep when he started to stroke your arm.
“Rest, love. Just for a bit,” he hummed. “Dolph’s gonna be in ta next room in a few hours, probl’y alone. And I plan on making sure he hears who ya belong to as well.” He made room for you as you wriggled up to lay next to him on the pillows.
You smiled and bit your bottom lip. “Nothing like hearing how it should be done to get the lesson through his thick skull. I’m yours. And nobody is going to take me away from you.”
Drew nipped along the underside of your jaw to your ear. “Yer damn raight.”
Prompt: “I have an idea about a third part of Lessons Learned if your requests are still open? I was thinking something involving Elias’s latest feud for the Intercontinental with Seth?”
When Dolph Ziggler takes the title from Seth Rollins, Elias feels like he could have tried harder, several times over. The Reader encourages him with their words in private and with their actions in a lonely hallway.
Note: This has turned into a nice little series. It definitely wasn’t the plan, but it is a welcome surprise. I wrote this before Extreme Rules, so Elias and the Reader discuss some plans that could waver either way. If you would like to send in a request of your own, they are open as are all of my tag lists. Please let me know if you liked this fic, and/or the whole series. Enjoy!
“The referee doesn’t see it… and that’s it. Dolph Ziggler is a six-time Intercontinental Champion.”
Elias growled next to you as he watched Dolph escape with the title that should have been his. “I think I’d even prefer it if Seth had held onto it.: His fingers tightened dangerously around the neck of his guitar. When you slid your hand over his, he loosened his grip. But the next thing you knew the guitar was in your hands and he was stomping off down the hallway.
You rushed to follow him.
“Elias! Hey,” you grabbed for his wrist, bringing him to an undesired stop. “Talk to me.” He muttered something and tried to keep walking. “No. We can figure this out. Tell me-“
“Serves me right for trying to win the title with actual skill. I should have known only something like that was going to beat Seth. I could have involved you. I could have-“
“-done a lot of things. You still can.”
Elia slumped into the wall beside you. “I don’t think I can,” he whispered. “Roman, Finn, Seth. How many times do I have to lose an opportunity before it gets through my thick skull? I’m not made to be a champion.”
You didn’t know what to say. So, you kissed him. And you kept kissing him until he was pulling you into a dark hallway. The only shelter besides the shadows were towers of stage boxes on either side. You let him take control of your mouth, of your oxygen.
“Need you,” he moaned, mouthing over your pulse point.
“Then take me. Whatever you need.”
You gasped as he ripped down your bottoms. He stole the small tube from your back pocket on their way down and readied you for him with his fingers. You were his. He ensured it by stroking and forcing muffled sounds out of you. All the while he kept you quiet by swallowing those sounds with bruising kisses. Your fingers gripped at his shirt desperately.
The first high made your knees buckle. He caught you, but he wasn’t finished with you yet.
Elias flipped you towards the wall and used your flexibility to bend you nearly in half. If you wanted to touch him, your only option was going to be gripping his ankles. You heard the sound of his belt, of silvery plastic ripping, then Elias’s panting as he rolled the condom down his length. A loud sigh escaped you before you caught your bottom lip between your teeth. Elias bit his own lip for a moment once he was inside you.
“If I were to ask… ask that you not cum until I say-“
“I won’t. Not until you say.” You widened your stance, steadying yourself. “Not until you say, Elias. Please.” You contracted around his length, letting him know you were ready when he was.
But he didn’t move, not at first. He seemed to be satisfied with just the feel of you. Your heated skin under his large hand as it slid up and down your spine. Your alert nerves vibrating under his touch. How you contracted when he gripped at your waist. Then it wasn’t enough. He eased out of you, groaning with the drag. The wall was cold on your shoulder blades and had to be against his palm as he did his best not to tumble over you. Soon, slow movements weren’t enough.
He quickly pulled you back on his length as he took a step back. You were brought back up to standing, then forced back to the wall. Elias spread his hand wide over your stomach under your shirt as his hips pistoned. You raked at the wall, failing to find anything that could help you maintain sanity.
Elias froze, making you whine.
“I won’t cum. I promised,” you begged.
He chuckled, then moved just as slowly as before. You heard him sigh. His lips pressed into the back of your neck. “Such a good student. Having learned me. Obeying me.” He gave you a hard thrust, making your breath stuttering. “Does the student deserve a reward?”
You licked your lips. “Only if the teacher wishes to give it.”
That must have been a good answer because Elias built back up to the faster pace. You tasted blood as the control you had on your bottom lip reached critical.
“Let me hear you,” Elias pleaded. So you let him. Every sigh. Every pant. Each tiny shout as he found that perfect place inside you. Your whimper as you reached back for him. He repaid you with his own music and his hand that came to rest over yours on the wall. Entwined.
Sparks were starting to flicker behind your eyes. But you had promised. You channeled your need for release into meeting his thrusts. Then he said those words.
“Cum for me.”
So you did.
Elias grunted as you trailed red welts into his lower back as you came. Your arm slipped from reaching back for him and fell lax at your side. Your head lolled back to his shoulder, opening up the other side of your neck to his teeth. You spilled everywhere, then more as Elias followed you.
Your legs were quaking while you struggled to pull your pants back up. Elias had to lean on the wall beside you to get his up. You twisted and fell into his chest. Your hands trailed down his chest to his belt to lace it.
He didn’t look relaxed. If anything, he looked even further upset.
“Hey,” you rested your head on his shoulder. “If I have a plan, will you hear it?” He made a non-committal noise, but that was enough. “Whether Seth gets it back at Extreme Rules or if Dolph retains, you can fight for it again. I will be there with you every step of the way. Seth is alone, so it will be all the easier. I’ve been wanting to face Drew, so I’ve got your back there. And I know you can handle Dolph. You won’t fall for his tricks like Seth did.” You laughed. “Then we pull a Shawn-Hunter and switch sometime.”
His chest rippled with a quiet chuckle.
You tilted his face towards yours. “We make ourselves. And in my eyes, you are champion material.” You trailed your finger down his nose, then stared up into his eyes. He thumbed over your bruised lip.
“I like that plan.”
“Good.”
Elias smiled. Bright and normal. “It seems the student has surpassed the teacher.”
You pouted. “Not necessarily. I’m sure there’s still a lesson to be… bettered where it concerns me being able to hold off.” You stepped back. “Can we go study?”
Of everything you had learned, that night was your favorite lesson.
Prompt: “I love your Elias stuff!! I don’t ever see much written about him. Could you write about how he has feelings for a female superstar on the roster but acts like a jerk to hide it away? One cute encounter leads to a sexy night. BTW you’re so talented!!” [Thanks, hun!]
Pairing: Elias x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: bad flirting (don’t do this), some language, SMUT
Word Count: 1810
Note: WWE Week continues with this crack-turned-smutty fic. Thank you for this request. I was looking for help with bad flirting stories and found a tip list that made my day and really made this fic. I hope you all like it. If you do please let me know, and if you have ideas of your own my requests are still open. Same goes for my tag lists. (WWE, 205 Live, individual wrestlers as listed on the masterlist, and other fandoms.) Enjoy!
It was weird, even for him. Elias had never been super talkative, though he didn’t shirk from your company either. Now he couldn’t seem to decide which one he wanted to flip on its head first. Some days he would stumble and say anything in his head to you. On others, he would leave the room when you entered. It was starting to make your head spin.
Then things got weirder. On the days he didn’t disappear, he would stare at you intently. He’d catch your eye then never let his gaze drop. His face would remain just as placid as if looking at the horizon, and he blinked. You changed up how you blinked to make sure he did.
“Elias, are you okay?” you finally asked him. “You’ve been acting differently lately.”
He bobbed his head. “I could say the same thing about you.”
“Huh?” Had you been acting differently? There was that one thing… but-
“I hadn’t been able to put my finger on it for the longest time. But now I know your secret.”
Your heart stopped. How? You leaned in close to him, attempting to keep anything he said next just between the two of you. “You do?”
He hummed. “And the more I learn about you… well.” He leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers behind his head.
“Elias, how the… never mind.” You dropped your voice to a hoarse whisper. “If you really want to spoil it, please do it to the right people. Or if you are my friend, keep it under wraps. Please.” You shoved away from the table and left. In your haste to get away, you missed seeing him panic.
Every time you saw him after that he would wink at you. Excessively. Like he needed eye drops. When you got some for him from the medics, he threw the bottle against the wall and stomped off. He didn’t wink at you anymore. From there, he avoided looking at you at all.
You didn’t realize you’d pissed him off so much until he bumped into you. It could have been the unfortunate combination of his broad shoulders and the narrowness of the hallways. That’s what you thought. But then he weaved into your path just to bump you. And they were too frequent to be chance. It was like he was looking for you just to bump into you. He only stopped when you flattened against a wall when he came into view.
You groaned out loud when he strummed his way into one of your backstage promos. It took everything you had not to sassily ask him if he was talking to you now.
“You don’t have to glare at me like that, Dove. I just wanted to congratulate you on becoming number one contender.”
Dove? Since when did he call you Dove? It wasn’t… terrible. Just unexpected.
“Y/N?” He was looking at you like you hadn’t said anything back. Crap.
“Uh. Thank you. Yeah. Thanks.” Thankfully Charlie had other questions for you and Elias took his cue to leave. You were still confused as hell.
No more.
You couldn’t take any more of this. The weird changes in attention. Him holding your secret. How had he even found out about that? Did he hate you? What had you done to deserve that? But he had a name for you. Dove. If he hated you, he wouldn’t have given you a pet name, right?
“Elias, we need to talk.” Your knees were knocking together, but the guys sitting with him cleared out quick. Things were about to go down and they didn’t want to be in the crossfire.
“Oh?” He looked terrified. The placidity of several encounters ago had cracked.
“What the hell is wrong with you? First, you won’t shut up, then you shut me out. Crash into me. Threaten to reveal how I’m changing my gimmick-“
“You’re doing what?”
“I’m… I’m changing my gimmick. You- you said you knew my secret. I haven’t worked all the kinks out yet so I haven’t told anyone. How did you find out?”
He fell back in his chair. “I didn’t. I… it said to act vague.”
What? Was? He? Talking? About? “What said to act vague?” When he stuttered around, you sighed. “Elias, sweetie. I love you, but you’re not making any sense.”
“Wait. Do you-“
“Yes. I love you, you big jerk. If I was coming on too strong, I’m sorry. But you didn’t have to do all this. Whatever the hell ‘all this’ was. Why are you laughing? Elias!”
He wasn’t making any sound. But his shoulders were shaking. Every once and a while he would pause and take a deep breath.
“Dammit, Elias, if you don’t tell me what’s going on- what’s this?” You started to read the scrap of paper he shoved into your hands. “How to tell your crush… that you love them! In ten steps.”
Elias wiped the edges of his eyes and got his breathing under control. “There were supposed to be ten steps. But I spilled some tea on the paper before I could read them. Even then, they were confusing. Dolph was helping…”
“Dolph! Oh, honey…” you started laughing now too, “that was your first mistake. Dolph is the last man on earth you should be getting tips from.” Your legs gave out and you ended up in his lap as laughter wracked your body. Then you froze. “Dove?”
Elias swallowed, suddenly embarrassed. “I call you Dove because… well. Are you aware that you sing when you win a match?” He looked over your head with a smile. “When you won against Alexa… you stood and crowed at the sky. It… it was the most beautiful sound. Pride and accomplishment, and… just pure. Joy.”
Damn this man.
“You know, if you had started with that, you could have skipped all of this.” He was about to agree with you, but you shut him up with a long overdue kiss.
That night when you tumbled into the same hotel bed, you couldn’t keep your hands off one another.
“Y/N-“
“Dove. Please.” You bit your lip and avoided his gaze until he tilted your head up. “I like it.”
If the man could have smiled any wider he would have been the sun. “Okay. Dove. Do you really want to do this? I feel like we’re both… hyped up. I don’t want to move to fast for you. Do you want dates first or-“
“Elias Samson. What do you call all those times when we ate alone in catering? The chats long into the night after a show or during the week from opposite sides of the nation. We’ve had enough of those. If you want me,” you ran your hands up under his shirt over his heated skin, “I’m right here. Wanting you. Ready for you.” He helped you help his shirt over his head. Damn, the man was built. He made the same awed noise as your clothes landed on the floor too.
His lips latched onto the hollow of your throat has his large, warm hands massaged up your spine. You melted into his touch, going limp in his arms. His buckle was a hassle in your haste. Elias leaned back so he could wriggle out of his jeans. You stood and dropped the rest of your clothes before straddling his hips again and devouring his lips. He fell back to lay on the sheets and held you on his chest as he moved further up the bed. You could feel his length as it bobbed into your stomach. It made you grip his biceps tighter and pant harder. His fingers dipped to your sex and you whined.
“Mhhm,” he hummed, breaking away for a breath. “Already so wet? When did that happen?”
You chuckled and nipped at his collarbone. “The first time I saw you. Give or take a song.”
“I’m sorry for being such a jerk.”
“You are forgiven,” you rushed. “Please, Elias-“
Bucking your hips to match, you shivered as Elias’s fingers curled and pumped into you. He tugged on your nipple with his teeth. He was just getting started, and already you were a needy mess. Each time you made a new sound, Elias would keep toying with the cause. By the time he felt he had learned you enough for now, your vision was lidded and your voice was hoarse.
Elias guided you onto his cock. You dug your nails into his chest as he held you down on the base, muttering and cursing. His legs braced up behind you, making you lean forward. The first slow stroke could only be described as beautiful. He filled you so perfectly, sounded so good growling deep in his throat, gripping your thighs with control and guidance. You continued moaning as he sped up. The air filled with the slap of his body against yours. Beneath you, his eyes bored watch every shift in your face.
Then he began to use what he learned earlier. Your walls contracted as he again latched his lips around your breast. His thumb rubbed over the spot on your hip that made your matching thrusts stutter. He pulled you down to lap over the hollow of your throat, distracting you from his hand slowly approaching your clit. You shuddered as he pressed down. His thrusts were faster, harder, now. His thumb didn’t move, just alerted you to its presence.
“What do you need, Dove? No lists, no bad help. You tell me. What do you need, Y/N?”
“You. More. Elias. More.”
He understood. He pushed you to lean slightly back, ensuring his thrusts reached deeper into you. His thumb began to search for the rhythm that made your thighs tremble and unsteady. You cried out his name as he found it. He watched you come, enraptured.
“Stunning.”
You looked down just in time to see his eyes close. His pace stuttered. You picked it up, slamming down as he came with a guttural shout. His release gave you a second mini one. You clawed down his chest, then fell forward.
Heaving together, you both tried to catch your breath. You rose each time he took a breath.
Elias stroked your hair. “So, you love me?”
You smiled against his skin. “Yes.” You whined as he slipped out of you and left the bed. The warm cloth his used to clean you up with was relaxing though. “Why didn’t you just talk to me? I could have told you that so much sooner.”
He crawled back into bed and pulled the covers over you. “I don’t know. I’m an idiot, I guess.”
You curled into his chest with a yawn. “It worked out in the end though. Despite getting lost in translation.”
Prompt: “Hi! I was thinking about requesting something different this time around. How about a fic with the wrestler Buddy Murphy but he has a serious crush on the reader (a new wrestler) who is either oblivious/not interested but he does something that makes the reader start to like him more. Could be any gender reader and probably fluff, also the reader is in the 205 live division.
Pairing: Buddy Murphy x 205Live!Reader, TransMan!Reader
Warnings/Promises: FLUFFY AF, mutual pining and mutual impressed feelings, wrestling violence, mentions of alcohol
Word Count: 1390
Note: My first Buddy Murphy fic! I hope you guys like it, and if you have a second let me know how I did. This was such a fun request, so thank you nonny. If you have one of your own, my requests are open (if you have a lot of detail my messages are open too.) Tag lists for WWE, 205, Buddy Murphey, and everything else I write for is open too. Enjoy!
“Who’s getting your plus one ticket to Extreme Rules?” Buddy Murphy leaned on a crate. “I can never seem to use mine because everyone I know is already involved.” Tony Nese nodded in agreement. You, on the other hand, sheepishly rubbed at your elbow.
“Ah… nobody. Unless something happens in the next few days. Which is unlikely.” You dropped your voice to talk mostly to yourself. “There hasn’t been anybody since before… my… and it ended badly.” You looked down the hall as the stage manager called for you. “Well, see you guys out there.”
They watched you go. Tony turned to leave but saw Buddy still looking after you.
“Dude, you’ve got it bad.”
“Have what?” His Adam’s apple bobbed under Tony’s scrutiny. “I do not.”
“Right. You might want to tell him before he finds someone for that seat.” Tony left chuckling to himself. Buddy kept looking after you until you turned around a corner.
“Yeah. I should probably say something.
***
Akira Tozawa nearly tackled you upon leaving Gorilla. You’d beaten him, though he didn’t make it easy by any means. He always liked to slap you on the back no matter how your matches ended, just to “get in a few good last hits.”
“I’ll get you next week,” he said with a smile.
You laughed. “You always say that then never do.” You gave his shoulder a shove, unsteadying him.
“Nuh-uh. I got you two weeks ago.” He started to describe each and every move, with a few extras thrown in. You tossed your head back to laugh when he lightly tapped your chest with the back of his hand. “He’s looking at you again.”
“What?” You followed Akira’s nod to see Buddy watching you from the corner of his eyes. The man could not be inconspicuous if he tried. “And?”
“That look is the special look.”
“Yeah,” you chuckled. “Either he wants to challenge me, or he wants to invite me out for beers. Neither of which he has said yet.” You stopped walking before either of you could get to close. “So what? He’s got a chance to take it to Cedric. He’s not going to throw that away to do anything with me.”
Akira shook his head. “Okay,” he sang. “But you’re missin’ out on somethin’. And you know it. You’re both new here, so why don’t you challenge him? Or invite him out for beers? I can be your wingman!” He looked more excited for possible free beer than anything else.
“Hmm. I’ll think about it.” You punched him in the shoulder as he walked away, mumbling something about missed opportunities. “I’ll think about it.”
***
“Hey, Y/N.”
You paused in taping up your wrists. Buddy trotted up, stopping a few feet from you. “Hey. What can I do for you?”
He scratched his palm and let out a tiny puff of air like he had been holding it for a while. “I was wondering if… if you’d like to have a match?” He swallowed hard as your eyebrows shot up. “We’ve both fought everybody else in 205 but haven’t had a chance to personally see what the other’s got. Are… would you be interested?”
You bit your lip and let it slide slowly from between your teeth. “Sure. Why not?” You smirked. “Think you can keep up? Your match last week was intense. I was exhausted just watching.”
“Thanks.” If you didn’t know better, you would have said he blushed. “I’ll tell Maverick. This week or next week?”
“This week. Akira’s got something with Noam. So, I’m open for anything.”
“Great,” he said brightly. “Loser buys the beers?” You chuckled and played with your tape with a nod. He coughed and lowered his voice. “Great. I’ll see you out there, then.” He gave you a curt nod and turned on his heel. You took a deep breath, then finished wrapping your wrists.
***
Buddy slid into the ring under the bottom ropes. It was impressive as hell, you had to admit. The bell rang and you both circled around, looking for an opening.
You stepped first, catching him in a headlock. He shoved you off into the ropes. The spring of them sent you flying into his chest before you found yourself on the canvas. You stared up at him, impressed with what you had run into. Buddy dusted off his pecs with a grin. You were up quick, catching him in another headlock that he escaped as easily as the first. He jumped over your attempt to clothesline him, squaring off.
He attacked next with a few attempted clotheslines of his own. You jumped up using the middle rope to lock your ankles around his neck. He sailed across the ring and landed with a bounce. He rolled out of the ring and looked up at you. His cheek twitched with a grin. You wiggled your fingers at him while leaning on the ropes. It was obvious that you were going to turn and bounce off the far ropes so you could flip and land on him. He could have moved. Instead, Buddy caught you and landed hard on the mat.
He was making you look good.
You were more than willing to return the favor.
As many times as he stepped into a position where you could flip or hit him, you stayed put for that split extra second for him. At one point you were both circling again, like sharks made up of all muscles and harsh, bright smiles. You were going to be incredibly bruised tomorrow, but that didn’t matter.
Buddy fell out of the ring from a kick but rolled right back in. You ran at him, and at the last second twisted for a spinning elbow. He dropped to the mat in front of the corner, which you rapidly climbed. Your frog-splash was successful. While the ref raised your hand in victory, he scooted back to sit on the bottom turnbuckle. Waiting.
The crowd hushed as he came to stand toe to toe with you.
You bowed your head to hide a smile as he held out his hand. You made sure to make the handshake as strong as you could without showing how nervous you were. He left the arena with his arm thrown over your shoulder while the announcers made comments about a dangerous partnership.
***
“Who all is going out for drinks?” you asked the locker room. “Murphy’s buying.” You looked over at him with a smile he mirrored.
“Can’t.” Cedric finished putting on his shirt. “I’ve got media in the morning.”
Buddy tossed Cedric his roll of tape. “Come on. Just one drink.”
“When is it ever just one with you guys?” He nodded at everyone in the room. They all groaned in agreement.
You looked at Akira. He shook his head. “I’m out.”
“What about being my wingman?” you whispered.
He just winked at you. “Goodnight!” The guys replied and sent him on his way. Soon everybody had claimed something else to do, or exhaustion, until it was just going to be you and Buddy. A few minutes later it was just the two of you in the locker room too.
“Welp, it looks like your tab is going to be much cheaper,” you joked. “You lucked out.”
“Yeah.” He fiddled with a towel before dropping it in his bag. “Not to back out of our deal, but would you rather raid both of your hotel mini fridges?” He laughed with you when you pointed out that might be the more expensive choice. “Probably, unless you want to put up with the sticky seats and the deafening music.”
“Hell no, That’s what Spotify is for.” You picked up your stuff and fished out your keys. “When we get to the hotel, I’m emptying out my fridge then I’m showing up at your door. Deal?”
“Deal.” He didn’t move. “Are you sure you don’t want to go out? I don’t want to cost you a chance to find your plus one.”
You smiled and wrapped your arm around his shoulder. “Like you said, the person I want to ask is already involved.”
His face lit up and he accepted your forehead bump. “Now let’s get out of here. I owe you several drinks for that beating you gave me tonight.”
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!
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.”
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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.
Our Deepest Desires 