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he looks sooooooo british with that hair cut

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micheal cole: tonight they do it in a steel cage

me: do what micheal cole? do what? 😏

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This felt right

Inspired by @iyo-skies

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reposting!!

Hotel Room

Christian Cage x reader

Summary: When the reader has the biggest crush on Christian Cage and finally takes her shot at having him.

★★★★★

I walk into the arena with my head held high and confidence strong. Tonight I will be addressing Toni Storm and telling her how I will be defeating her on May 25th at Double or Nothing. That championship will be mine and I will be known as the greatest women’s champion in wrestling history.

While I am walking towards the locker room to meet up with Kris Statlander, I am stopped by Christian Cage and his so-called “family.” Christian looks me up and down and begins to speak, “Nice outfit,” he said, with a smirk. “Thanks! It would look better on your floor!” I say, with a big smile continuing my journey to the locker room.

★★★★★

I eventually found my way to the locker room and began chatting with Kris. “Christian is wearing the damn black turtleneck again. I swear he’s trying to kill me,” I say, with a roll of my eyes. Kris looks at me with a deadpan expression, “or maybe he’s just trying to look professional,” she says. “or he’s trying to seduce me,” I reply, with a ‘duhh’ tone.

“I have never met someone as delusional as you babes,” Kris says, rolling her eyes. “Aw, stop, you're too sweet,” I say, smiling. She rolls her eyes again. “Are you ready for tonight,” she asks. “I’m so ready. I’ve been dying to get my hands on Toni Storm,” I say, with a hint of mischief in my tone. “You’re going to kick ass babe,” she says, with a smile. “I always do,” I responded, opening the locker room door.

★★★★★

I am standing backstage hyping myself up when I see Christian in the corner or my eye. Don’t. You have to focus. Seduce him later. I said, to myself.

Get Some by Chevelle roars through the arena. I walk out with confidence and enter the ring. I am handed a microphone and I begin to speak, “I have fought long and hard to get to where I am today,” I begin. “It’s finally time I-,” I am cut off by the sound of Christian Cage’s music playing all around.”

“Cut the music,” I say. “Listen, Christian if you’re not here to give me a key card to your hotel room, you can turn your ass around,” I say to him before he can even speak. “There is no way I am joining that freaky ass cult of a family you have,” I continued.

Christian doesn’t say a word and begins to walk towards the ring while the rest of the family stays behind him. He walks up the steps and gets into the ring. Still not speaking, he hands me a card with a sticky note on it. Room 218 with a heart written next to it.

His music begins to play again and he and his family leave backstage. I look down at the sticky note and back up again. “Looks like I have someone to take to the hotel room tonight.”

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Her | Bo Dallas/ Uncle Howdy

Summary: The Wyatt Sicks makes a visit to Raw. Reader from TJD takes Liv’s place to face Nikki Cross after Liv is “injured.” During the match reader lands in front of Uncle Howdy & makes eye contact. Reader is a little spooked but Howdy seems…smitten. After her loss & a quick pat on the back by Liv, reader has a strange feeling she’s being watched.

Requested by: Anon

Bo Dallas Masterlist

WWE Masterlist

Taglist: @kcloveswrestling @theworldofotps @magicalbuttertarts @surdelcielo @hodgepodge-musings

"I just don't know what to do, Raquel. I am not medically cleared, and I have a match tonight against Nikki Cross," Liv complained loudly in the Judgment Day compound. She pouted to Raquel and batted her eyes.

The tall Latina laughed. She knew Liv wasn't going to like this match. "In your dreams, am I going against her and that weird cult family. Ask the new girl. She wants to impress you."

You walked inside the Judgment Day lockerroom. The two women smiled at you. A plan hatched inside the New Jersey blonde's head.

"Did you see my arm? Being a good girlfriend is so hard," she pouted. The veteran wrestler stuck out her arm for her to see.

"Careful, Livvy, you don't want to hurt it more," Raquel commented. She rubbed her back to ease any discomfort she may experience.

"What happened to your arm?" You asked.

"I made Dom some chicken nuggets this weekend. I took them out of the oven with one arm and twisted my wrist," Liv answered. She groaned in pain and brought her arm to her chest.

"I am so sorry. Is there anything I could do?" You asked.

"There is, but I think it would be too much to ask," Liv sighed and looked away. "I couldn't burden you with something this big."

"What is it?"

"A match. It is supposed to start now...."

"I'll do it."

You knew you should have asked her about the match or at least who your opponent would be. When the arena went dark in the stadium, your heart stopped. The fans turned on their flashlights on the cellphones to resemble fireflies. The song for the Wyatt Sicks started to play.

Fog started to disperse from the top of the entrance ramp down. Nikki Cross was the first to appear. She crawled out of the smoke. The blood in your face drained. The contents of your stomach wanted to evacuate onto the ring.

The rest of the Wyatt Sicks appeared behind her. Long, confident strides as they made their way to their corner of the ring. Your stomach churned some more as Nikki made it inside the ring. The referee signaled for the match to start. The bell rang, and all your nerves intensified.

The match was split down the middle. Nikki had an advantage over you, and then you would pull off a surprise and overpower her. Things were going back and forth until Nikki performed an Irish Whip. You managed to go over the top rope and land on the floor.

Searing pain shot up your spine as you slowly rolled to your stomach. You gritted your teeth and squeezed your shoulder blades towards the back. A pair of boots suddenly appeared in front of your vision. Not recognizing the shoes before you, you slowly looked up.

To your horror, you managed to land outside the ring on Nikki's corner. The man standing over you just so happened to be Mercy the Buzzard. He bent over to get a better look at you. His head cocked to the side. You moved to a sitting position and slid backward away from him. He stood up and laughed. It didn't take long to figure out why.

Your back hit against a pair of legs. Not taking a chance to look, you stood up immediately. You turned to see Uncle Howdy staring into your eyes. Dark brown eyes behind a grey smiling mask. Long white hair covered some of his face, but you could see his eyes clearly. You backed away as he stated at you. You were too terrified to even see the look in his eyes. The others in his group could see it, though. Uncle Howdy was smitten with you.

Nikki grabbed you and rolled you back inside the ring. Too spooked by what just transpired, she was able to perform her finisher on you with ease. You stared at the lights above the ring as the ref counted to three. Even if you wanted to, you would never kick out. The way Uncle Howdy stared at you burned in your skull.

The arena erupted when the match was over. Nikki was the winner. You slowly rolled out of the ring and towards the back. Liv and Raquel would follow not far from behind you. After a quick trip to medic to get your back checked out, you found them hanging out backstage.

"Oh my gosh! I should have warned you. I am so sorry," Liv apologized.

You smiled weakly. "It's fine really."

"How are you feeling? How is your back?"

"It's good," you answered, yet rubbed your neck. The hairs on the back of your neck were standing. Someone was watching you.

"Well, rest up," Liv smiled and patted your shoulder gently. "I may need you next week."

Liv and Raquel skipped off. You walked away in pain to gather your stuff from the locker room. The farther you walked, the less you felt like someone was watching you.

Once you were out of sight, Uncle Howdy walked out of the shadows with his family.

"Her," Uncle Howdy whispered to his members. "I want her."

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helena

wc: 941

summary: when you feel alone and down, punk is there to pick up the pieces for you

warnings(?): helena is reader's ring name, reader has piercings, cussing, age gap (punk is like 35, reader is around 22-23) mentions of fighting/blood, he calls reader 'kid' a few times, uhh i think that's it?

a/n: ugh cm punk is soo smexy and there's barely anything written abt him 🥀 so i just decided to do it myself. this is set in like, 2014 wwe (peak wrestling era) and yes i did get the title from a mcr song, i just love the name/song too much to not use it

blood trickled down your nose as you limped down the long rampway. cheers of your name filled the large arena, echoing in your ears. you had finally done it. you won the divas championship… but at what cost? being a woman in wrestling wasn’t easy.

hardly anyone ever took you seriously, much less so when you weren't willing to sleep your way to the top. you wanted to really earn it. and in doing so, you had to break a few bones and hearts along the way. in the ring laid paige, the woman who you just beat to earn this title. the same woman who used to be your best friend. the two of you were at the top of the divas division, dominating any and all who tried to challenge the two of you.

deep down, you knew that if you wanted to reach the top, you'd have to overthrow paige. the weight of the title was heavy on your shoulder, but it was nothing compared to the one that was on your heart. before you headed backstage, you took one more look at paige. she was holding the back of her neck, shivering in the corner of the ring. even from this far, though, you noticed the little dip she did with her head. a sign of respect, her silent way of saying that even though she lost, she was proud that she lost to you. a small smile graced your face as you finally walked backstage.

if you thought that the arena was loud, you didn’t expect the cheers that greeted you as soon as you entered. both men and women, from raw and smackdown, began yelling out your name, clapping you on the shoulder, and even a few hugs. you gratefully thanked each and every one of them, slipping away when their attention had turned away from you.

still limping, you moved as fast as you could to get to your changing room. however, you bumped into a fellow raw wrestler, cm punk. he was over a decade older than you, but the two of you were good friends. he was even a mentor of yours in some sort. did you have a slight crush on him? yes. would you ever tell him? fuck no.

the fake smile you had on earlier seemed to brighten up a bit. “hey, punk,” you greeted.

he smirked down at you. “hey, kid. congrats on the win,” he replied, pointing at the divas championship.

“yeah… yeah, thanks,” you said, dropping your head.

he quirked his eyebrow, noticing the almost defeated tone of voice you had. “why you sounding so defeated? this is what you wanted, right? to win?”

you nodded, bringing your gaze back up to his. “of course it is but… it just sucks, i guess. paige was my best friend. my only friend here. now i don't even have her. what’s the point of winning if you have no one to share it with?”

punk listened intently to your words. his eyes focused on your face, watching the way your nose twitched, making your septum piercing glimmer in the light. after you were done talking, he just opened his arms. he didn’t need to say anything for you to practically throw yourself into him. one of his arms wrapped around your waist, while the other pulled the title off of you, setting it down on the ground. he brought his large hand to cradle the back of your head, holding you into his chest.

“i know it's hard, kid. and it fucking sucks. i’ve been wrestling for a long ass time. but… that's just the way of the game, and i know you know that. i’m proud of you, though. i watched you out there and you fought like hell.”

you pulled back a bit, looking up at him. unshed tears brewed in your eyes, but you blinked them away. “you watched me?” you asked.

“hell yeah, i did,” he said, his thumb coming down to swipe away some of the dried blood under your nose. “i’ve never seen you fight like that before. you even used my finishing move.”

you chuckled under your breath. “yeah, i forgot i did that. my bad.”

he shook off your apology. “nah, you did that shit almost perfectly. might need to retire it and give it to you. call it helena’s hooker or some shit.”

a snort escaped you at the name. “dude, that’s a stupid ass finisher name.”

“hey! i never said it was perfect, alright? work in progress,” he retorted, mocking offense. he was glad to see that you were seemingly in a better mood than before.

“no, but, seriously. i’m proud of you. it takes balls to fight the way you did tonight, and you proved to everyone how much you deserve that title.”

you let his words sink in. you did deserve this. after dreaming of being a wrestler since you were a little girl, and wrestling indie since you were 17, you never thought those dreams would come true. but now you did.

“yeah, you're right. i do deserve this.”

his smile widened. “i know that's fucking right. besides, you do have someone to celebrate with, me. you'll always have me.” his words caused butterflies to bloom in your chest, but you tried to ignore them.

“now… what do you say we celebrate by drinking?” he offered.

“oh, hell yeah!” you exclaimed.

he bent down to grab your title, and slung it back over your shoulder. he pulled you into one last hug, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “that’s my fucking girl.”

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WHO tf keeping pads with no wings in production?? Put it in your draws and by the time you walk out the bathroom it’s down the street buying scratch offs at the corner store. Like girl

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i think micheal cole has a crush on pat mcafee

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manifesting that randy wins tonight

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#SAY HIS NAME AND HE APPEARS

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MONDAY NIGHT RAW | 05.05.25

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i posted my first wrestling fic. it a christian cage x reader, i hope you all like it 🫶🫶

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Hotel Room

Christian Cage x reader

Summary: When the reader has the biggest crush on Christian Cage and finally takes her shot at having him.

★★★★★

I walk into the arena with my head held high and confidence strong. Tonight I will be addressing Toni Storm and telling her how I will be defeating her on May 25th at Double or Nothing. That championship will be mine and I will be known as the greatest women’s champion in wrestling history.

While I am walking towards the locker room to meet up with Kris Statlander, I am stopped by Christian Cage and his so-called “family.” Christian looks me up and down and begins to speak, “Nice outfit,” he said, with a smirk. “Thanks! It would look better on your floor!” I say, with a big smile continuing my journey to the locker room.

★★★★★

I eventually found my way to the locker room and began chatting with Kris. “Christian is wearing the damn black turtleneck again. I swear he’s trying to kill me,” I say, with a roll of my eyes. Kris looks at me with a deadpan expression, “or maybe he’s just trying to look professional,” she says. “or he’s trying to seduce me,” I reply, with a ‘duhh’ tone.

“I have never met someone as delusional as you babes,” Kris says, rolling her eyes. “Aw, stop, you're too sweet,” I say, smiling. She rolls her eyes again. “Are you ready for tonight,” she asks. “I’m so ready. I’ve been dying to get my hands on Toni Storm,” I say, with a hint of mischief in my tone. “You’re going to kick ass babe,” she says, with a smile. “I always do,” I responded, opening the locker room door.

★★★★★

I am standing backstage hyping myself up when I see Christian in the corner or my eye. Don’t. You have to focus. Seduce him later. I said, to myself.

Get Some by Chevelle roars through the arena. I walk out with confidence and enter the ring. I am handed a microphone and I begin to speak, “I have fought long and hard to get to where I am today,” I begin. “It’s finally time I-,” I am cut off by the sound of Christian Cage’s music playing all around.”

“Cut the music,” I say. “Listen, Christian if you’re not here to give me a key card to your hotel room, you can turn your ass around,” I say to him before he can even speak. “There is no way I am joining that freaky ass cult of a family you have,” I continued.

Christian doesn’t say a word and begins to walk towards the ring while the rest of the family stays behind him. He walks up the steps and gets into the ring. Still not speaking, he hands me a card with a sticky note on it. Room 218 with a heart written next to it.

His music begins to play again and he and his family leave backstage. I look down at the sticky note and back up again. “Looks like I have someone to take to the hotel room tonight.”

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i just want to say thank you to all the people who have pushed me to write my first fan fic. i’m going to start writing it tonight 🫶🫶