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My take on the Lola and Damian dating rumors

so it's been going around that Lola Vice and Damian are a thing?

Damian denied it twice on new shows if you want to count a no comment

Lola had a pic with her nails spelling out 'Wepa' which is also tattooed on Damian's hand.

Recently, the both were partying in PR for Lola's birthday and even had a few tiktoks that looked intersting lol

As a fan, I actullay had visioned either Lola or Stephanie Vacquer, but since Stephanie is engaged Lola seems like a catch.

Dating or not they both are fierce wrestlers no matter what

New chapter for Archer's Song is coming soon and I also have a new story in the works that will spefically be on Wattpad so stay tuned!

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The Archer's Song- Chp 10

The backstage halls of Raw buzzed with chaos after the show’s opening match. Liv Morgan had just stormed past production, her heels slamming with every step. She was furious—again. The whispers about X’ari weren’t dying down like she’d hoped. If anything, they were growing. And now Damian Priest? He was practically hypnotized. Everyone could see it.

X’ari stood calmly by catering, her deep waves cascading down the back of her cropped leather jacket, arms crossed, dark lipstick untouched. Riot, her minature doberman, sat patiently at her feet, looking around as though daring someone to say something sideways...or if any leftover meat slices are dropped.

“Are you even trying to stay low-key?” Bayley teased as she approached.

X’ari gave her a side glance. “Do I look like I was made for the background?”

Bayley laughed, but before she could reply, the arena’s lights dimmed slightly. Cathy Kelley’s voice came over the screen in the hallway as an exclusive interview clip began to air. The screen showed Damian Priest after his match earlier that night, towel slung over his shoulders.

“You seemed a little distracted tonight. Something on your mind?” Damian smirked. “Let’s just say...some people got me rethinking a lot of things. Especially a certain Siren.”

Bayley’s jaw dropped. X’ari didn’t move. Not visibly. But inside? Her pulse quickened.

The camera cut, and just as X’ari turned to leave the hallway, Liv appeared.

“You must be so proud,” Liv sneered, arms folded. “Making moves backstage while riding his coattails.”

X’ari didn’t blink. “You mistake elevation for manipulation. I don’t need him to rise—I just don’t mind if he watches.”

Bayley held in a laugh. Riot growled low, protective.

Before Liv could retort, a producer ran down the hall. “X’ari—you’re needed in Gorilla. Triple H wants you ringside for the main event.”

Liv smirked. “How convenient.”

But X’ari was already walking past her. Riot followed, tail high.

Later That Night — Ringside

Damian Priest stood in the ring, arms raised in victory after defeating Bronson Reed in a brutal match. As the lights shifted to his signature purple hue, X’ari’s theme hit. The siren wail echoed through the arena.

She stepped onto the stage—not to interfere, not to fight, but to watch.

He looked up at her, sweat still glistening, chest rising with each breath. Their eyes locked in front of a screaming crowd. The tension between them crackled. Neither moved.

Then, slowly, she smirked. A silent promise. A warning. A game.

Backstage — After the Show

He found her sitting on the trunk of a road case, sipping water, Riot by her side.

“You made an entrance,” he said low, stepping close.

“I always do,” she replied. Her voice was velvet.

“You didn’t have to come out.”

“I wanted to.”

A pause. His fingers brushed hers.

“I meant what I said in that interview,” Damian murmured.

“And what exactly do you think you said?”

“That I’m rethinking things...especially us.”

X’ari leaned in just slightly. “Then stop thinking,” she whispered. “And do something about it.”

Their lips met—not rushed, not wild. Slow, intense, certain. Like neither of them was going anywhere.

In the shadows behind the corner, someone was watching.

Liv.

And she wasn’t alone.

Finn Balor stepped beside her with a smug look on his face.

“Time to turn up the heat,” Liv whispered.

We have another chapter!!!! I am so excited to get to the 10th chapter of this story! I really do see Damian figthing Alister Black at Summerslam but winning? I am a little worried. Anywho....

See ya'll in the next chapters!!!!

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The Archer's Song Chp- 9

Chp 9- The First Date and Fluffy Messenger

After leaving the ring, Damian was still running hot from the match. Dropping Santos Escobar had been too easy, but that wasn’t the highlight of his night. No—what made it better was knowing X’ari had seen every second of it.

He made his way through the back corridors of the arena, stretching out his shoulders as crew members shot him knowing looks. He had sent a message, and everyone had heard it loud and clear.

As he turned a corner toward the locker rooms, something caught his attention.

A small, familiar figure was sitting on the hallway floor, ears twitching.

Velvet.

X’ari’s rabbit.

The little thing was calmly nibbling at the edge of a slightly crumpled piece of paper.

Damian stopped, tilting his head. “You lost, little one?”

Velvet twitched her nose at him, completely unbothered, before continuing to chew on the note.

Curious, he crouched down, gently pulling the paper from her mouth. Smoothing it out, he read the barely smudged writing.

It was an address. No explanation. Just a time.

And instantly, a slow smirk tugged at his lips.

X’ari wasn’t one for direct invites. She liked to keep things cryptic, playful, always keeping him guessing. But this? This was her way of saying, I saw what you did.

He chuckled, tucking the note into his pocket before glancing down at Velvet.

“So, you’re a messenger now, huh?”

Velvet gave a tiny hop before twitching her ears, as if the mission was complete.

Shaking his head, Damian stood up, running a hand through his hair.

“Guess I’ve got a date tonight.”

8:00 p.m

The address led Damian to a secluded rooftop lounge, dimly lit with lanterns and the soft hum of jazz filtering through the air. The Miami skyline stretched behind them, the ocean breeze warm against his skin.

And there she was.

X’ari sat at a private table, legs crossed, a wine glass in hand. The moonlight kissed her ebony skin, making her look even more ethereal than usual. The confidence she exuded was effortless, but Damian could see the way her fingers lightly traced the rim of her glass—a tell.

She had something on her mind.

Still, she greeted him with a knowing smirk. “Did my little accomplice get the message to you?”

Damian chuckled, taking a seat. “Yeah, Velvet was on a mission. Almost ate the damn note, though.”

X’ari’s laugh was soft, and for a moment, the tension in her shoulders loosened. They slipped into easy conversation—little touches, lingering looks, the heat between them palpable. She let him pour her another drink, let him lean in closer when he spoke in that deep, smooth tone that sent a slow chill down her spine.

The night stretched on, the atmosphere shifting from playful to something heavier. Damian didn’t just want her for the moment—he wanted to know her, past the smirks and mystery.

But she hesitated.

He noticed it in the way her gaze flickered away when he touched her hand. The way she started to say something but stopped herself, lips pressing into a thin line.

Finally, she let out a slow breath. “You ever think about the things that could make someone hesitate?”

Damian tilted his head. “You hesitating?”

She let her nails tap against her glass. “Maybe.”

His eyes never left her. “Why?”

X’ari hesitated again before finally saying, “Because men like you… they don’t always want women like me.”

Damian’s brows furrowed slightly. “Like you?”

She met his gaze, and for once, there was no teasing, no veil of confidence. Just honesty. “I’m Afro-Latina, Priest. Some men see that as… some different distraction. Or a problem.”

A slow silence settled between them.

Then Damian leaned in, close enough that she could feel his breath ghost over her skin. “If you think that would ever be a problem for me… then you don’t know me at all.”

X’ari searched his face, looking for hesitation—found none.

His fingers trailed over the inside of her wrist, slow and deliberate, his touch sending warmth straight to her core. “I don’t care what the world thinks,” he murmured. “I care about you.”

The words settled in her chest, heavy and real. And as much as she wanted to fight it, she couldn’t ignore the way her heart picked up pace.

She felt his persistence—not in words alone, but in the way he looked at her, like she was undeniable.

X’ari finally let herself relax, her lips curling into something softer. “You’re sure about that?”

His smirk was slow, knowing. “Why don’t you let me prove it?”

And when his hand slid to her thigh under the table, she didn’t stop him.

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The Archer's Song- Chp.8

Chapter 8- A Thorned Rose

SmackDown was buzzing as the cameras cut to a backstage interview with Santos Escobar. Charismatic as ever, he stood with his signature smirk, dressed sharp, radiating confidence. The interviewer held the mic, but Santos barely needed prompting—he was already in full poetic mode.

“You see,” Santos began smoothly, “a woman like X’ari… she is like a rare and delicate rose. Beautiful, captivating… but if you don’t handle her with care, she’ll cut you with her thorns.”

The crowd watching backstage murmured, the tension in the air thick. And standing off to the side, out of the camera’s view but very much present, was Damian Priest.

He listened in silence, his expression unreadable, but his fingers curled into fists at his sides.

Santos wasn’t just talking. He was performing.

“I appreciate a woman of mystery,” Escobar continued, adjusting his cufflinks. “A woman who knows her worth. And for someone like me? I enjoy the chase.” He grinned. “So, X’ari, if you’re watching… just know that a rose deserves to be admired, not left to wither.”

The interviewer's expression was carefully neutral, but even they seemed to sense the weight of the words. Escobar, satisfied with himself, shifted gears.

“And because I’m feeling generous tonight,” he added with a smug tilt of his head, “I’m issuing an open challenge. Let’s see if anyone is man enough to step up.”

It was meant to be a statement—a way to impress, to show dominance. But it didn’t go the way Santos expected.

Because the second he finished talking, Damian Priest was already making his way to the ring.

Damian's music hit, and the crowd erupted as Priest stepped onto the stage, eyes locked onto the ring with a quiet intensity that spoke volumes.

Santos’ smirk faltered.

This wasn’t the response he had wanted.

Priest entered the ring, towering over Escobar, and for a moment, there was no microphone, no words—just a knowing stare that sent a clear message.

“You talk too much.”

The bell rang, and before Escobar could so much as blink, he was eating a big boot to the face.

The match wasn’t just about competition—it was a lesson. A warning.

Priest dominated, brutal and methodical, making sure every move hit with weight. No wasted motion, no theatrics. He wasn’t here to impress; he was here to shut Escobar up.

The final blow came swift—a devastating South of Heaven that left Santos sprawled on the mat.

Priest crouched beside him, lowering his voice just enough for the cameras to catch.

“Next time you wanna talk about X’ari?” His smirk was dark. “Make sure you can back it up.”

With that, he stood tall, leaving Escobar to stew in his own embarrassment as SmackDown rolled on.

And somewhere backstage, watching the monitor with a knowing smirk of her own… was X’ari.

Ohhhhhhh not a comeback and a cliffhanger!!!

I know I've been gone for a minute but the writer's block has been a biih but we persevered. I will be addign two additional chapters before tonight just to catch up with the current storyline for Damian on Smackdown since his transfer.

I just have to know for my WWE ghoulies, What are we preppping for?

See y'all in the next chapter!!!

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The Archer's Song- chp 7

The Boys' Club

Damian wasn’t the type to get caught up in drama, but tonight, he was finding it hard to ignore.

He was out with The Usos, posted up at a high-end lounge in Miami. The music was right, the drinks were flowing, and the vibe was chill—until the conversation took a turn.

Jey Uso nudged his cousin, flashing his phone screen. “Yo, Priest, you seen this yet?”

Damian took a slow sip of his drink before looking over. One glance at the screen, and he already knew where this was going.

It was X’ari.

A new post, her lounging poolside in a barely-there bikini, sun-kissed skin glowing, curves on full display. Damian had already seen it—twice. But what had his jaw ticking wasn’t the picture itself. It was the damn comments.

Santos Escobar had commented twice.

First, a simple “🔥🔥🔥,” which Damian could ignore. But the second?

“Perfection. 😏”

Damian’s grip tightened around his glass.

Jimmy Uso whistled. “Man, I don’t know how you keep playing it cool. If that was me? I’d be on a flight yesterday.”

Jey chuckled. “You keep dragging your feet, and someone else is gonna scoop her up, Uce.”

Damian rolled his eyes. “She’s not just some girl to claim, man.”

Jimmy smirked. “Nah, she’s the girl you’re too scared to claim.”

Jey laughed, scrolling through more of X’ari’s pictures. “Damn, look at this one—oh, bro, you liked this three minutes after she posted? Be for real, Priest.”

Damian sighed, leaning back in his seat. “Y’all done?”

Jimmy shook his head. “Nah, ‘cause you need to hear this. X’ari’s bad as hell, yeah, but she’s also different. She don’t play games. If you want her, you gotta move before someone like Santos gets bold.”

Jey leaned in. “And he’s getting bold, bro. Twice? That ain’t casual.”

Damian knew they weren’t wrong. He had been taking his time, letting things happen naturally—but maybe he was giving X’ari too much space.

His phone buzzed. A notification from Instagram.

X’ari had just posted another story. A late-night view of the city, captioned:

“Thinking… maybe it’s time for something new.”

Damian smirked. Maybe it was time.

Jey clapped a hand on his shoulder. “You know what you gotta do.”

And this time, Damian wasn’t about to hesitate.

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The Archer's Song- Chp 6

Truth and Temptations

X’ari needed a distraction. Her mind had been tangled with thoughts of Damian since their coffee date, and she hated feeling like a lovesick teenager. So when Jade hit her up for a girls’ day, she didn’t hesitate to accept.

The two met at an upscale spa in the heart of the city, where luxury dripped from every marble surface. It was the perfect setting to relax and reset. They started with massages, moved on to facials, and were now lounging in plush robes, sipping champagne in the private lounge.

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Jade smirked over the rim of her glass. “You’ve been quiet today. What’s up?”

X’ari shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Just thinking.”

Jade arched a perfect brow. “About a certain tall, tatted, and Puerto Rican problem?”

X’ari rolled her eyes but didn’t deny it.

“Mhm,” Jade hummed knowingly. “I knew it. So, what’s stopping you? Because if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you actually like this man.”

X’ari sighed, swirling her champagne. “I don’t know, J. It’s just... I’ve spent so long keeping people at arm’s length. And Damian? He’s not the type to take ‘maybe’ as an answer.”

Jade smirked. “And do you want to say ‘no’?”

X’ari hesitated, and that was all the answer Jade needed.

“Girl, listen to me,” Jade said, leaning in. “I’ve been around my fair share of men in this business, and most of them aren’t worth the trouble. But Priest? He’s different. He’s always been solid, and I’ve never seen him be this consistent with anyone before. He’s serious about you.”

That thought sent a strange warmth through X’ari’s chest.

“So, stop overthinking and let yourself have something good for once,” Jade continued. “Because if you don’t, someone else will.”

X’ari scoffed. “Oh, please. You think I’m worried about competition?”

Jade laughed. “Not at all. I just think you need to stop running from something that could actually make you happy.”

X’ari sighed, setting her glass down. “I’ll think about it.”

Jade tilted her head. “Good. Now that we’ve handled that, let me drop some real tea on you.”

X’ari frowned. “What now?”

Jade’s expression turned serious. “It’s about Naomi.”

X’ari immediately straightened. “What about her?”

Jade took a deep breath before answering. “You ever wonder why she went for me instead of you?”

X’ari had, but she hadn’t given it too much thought—Naomi had her reasons, and X’ari had assumed it was about making a statement. But now, she wasn’t so sure.

Jade leaned in, lowering her voice. “It wasn’t just about me being an easy target. She was trying to send a message—to you.”

X’ari’s brows furrowed. “Explain.”

Jade sighed. “Naomi’s not stupid. She knows you’re a threat. But she also knows you’re unpredictable. She attacked me to test you—to see if you’d step in, to gauge where your loyalties lie.”

X’ari’s eyes darkened. “So, she was baiting me?”

“Exactly,” Jade confirmed. “And you didn’t bite. Which means she’s still watching you, waiting to see what you do next.”

X’ari sat back, processing. Naomi had played this smarter than she thought. And if that was the case, then this wasn’t over—not by a long shot.

Jade studied her. “So, what are you gonna do about it?”

X’ari smirked, a dangerous glint in her eye. “Oh, don’t worry. She’ll find out soon enough.”

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Cat and Mouse pt. 4

The following week on RAW, the sparks between them were undeniable—not just backstage but now spilling into the ring. Fans had started noticing their chemistry, and social media buzzed with theories about their “unofficial alliance.” For her, it was a game; for Damian, it was a challenge he was fully invested in.

She wasn’t scheduled for a match that night, but she made sure to keep an eye on the monitor as Damian prepared for his bout against Sami Zayn. The crowd was electric, and she could feel the adrenaline thrumming in the air.

The match was fast-paced, with Damian using his power and agility to counter Sami’s speed and clever counters. But as the match heated up, so did tensions at ringside.

Finn and Dominik appeared at the top of the ramp, their presence drawing boos from the crowd. She could tell they were up to something—Dominik’s cocky smirk was a dead giveaway.

“Classic,” she muttered under her breath. Without a second thought, she pushed off the equipment table and made her way to the ring, her music blaring suddenly over the arena speakers.

The crowd erupted in cheers as she appeared, strutting down the ramp with purpose. She locked eyes with Damian, who raised an eyebrow in question but didn’t miss a beat.

Finn and Dominik, however, looked less than pleased.

“Don’t mind me, boys,” she said, her voice dripping with faux innocence as she hopped onto the apron. “Just making sure no one cheats.....again.”

Damian smirked, using the distraction to hit Sami with a devastating South of Heaven . He went for the pin, but before the referee could count three, Finn jumped onto the apron to break it up.

Not on her watch.

With feline-like agility, she launched herself from the apron onto Finn, sending them both tumbling to the floor. The crowd roared as she quickly got to her feet, her movements sharp and calculated.

Dominik tried to intervene, but she turned her attention to him, advancing with a predatory gleam in her eye. “You want to play, Dom Dom? Let’s play.”

Dominik hesitated just long enough for Damian to take advantage, tossing Sami out of the ring and charging at Dom with a brutal clothesline.

With the ring cleared, Damian finally secured the pin on Sami, earning the victory.

As his music blared through the arena, Damian turned to see her sliding into the ring, her expression triumphant. She extended a hand to him, but he ignored it, instead pulling her into a quick but electrifying hug.

The crowd lost their minds, and she couldn’t help but laugh as he leaned down to murmur in her ear, “Guess that makes us even.”

She pulled back just enough to smirk up at him. “For now.”

Finn and Dominik glared from the ramp, their frustration palpable. But as she and Damian stood tall in the ring, it was clear who had won—not just the match, but the night.

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The Archer's Song Chp 5

X’ari sat at a corner table in the quiet café, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup as she watched the door. The scent of espresso and cinnamon filled the air, blending with the light chatter of other patrons. She wasn’t nervous—at least, that’s what she kept telling herself.

Then, he walked in. Damian spotted her immediately, a slow smirk curling his lips as he made his way over. He was in a fitted black tee and joggers, casual but effortlessly confident. “Didn’t leave me waiting too long, did you?” he teased, pulling out a chair.

X’ari arched a brow. “I don’t wait on men.”

He chuckled, leaning back as he studied her. “Fair enough. Guess I gotta make it worth your time, huh?”

She took a sip of her coffee, eyeing him over the rim. “We’ll see.”

Their conversation flowed easily—light banter, stolen glances, the subtle tension between them dancing like the steam rising from their cups. By the time they realized how long they’d been talking, their drinks had gone cold, but neither seemed to mind.

Damian leaned in slightly, his voice lower now. “So, when’s round two?”

X’ari smirked, slipping on her sunglasses as she stood. “Guess you’ll have to run into me again to find out.”

And just like that, she was gone, leaving him with nothing but the scent of her perfume and the promise of something more.

I'm baaaaaack!! I have been on writers block for a minute but ya gyal is back in the game! I watche elimination chamber last night and I will just say......... I was right to an extent. When Jade was first injured I immediately was like please not Naomi and now I'm like damn....... but Jade served her look down.

Now Damian.... I was hurt seeing him in pinned by Logan was disrespectful. I am proud he made it so far and the Undisputed Title is within his grasp.

Now Sami and Kevin it was just too much but seeing RANDY FREAKIN ORTON back was shocking itself. It could be a segment from both Jade and Randy this week so I'm all for it!!

Me speaking about Cody... I .......just no words really can describe the shock horror I felt watching the entire time like Rock is just... ehg

But anyway

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The Archer's Song- Chp. 4

Chapter 4- Having Patience

Xa'ri adjusted the strap of her canvas tote bag as she entered the bustling grocery store, her pet bunny Velvet nestled comfortably in a soft carrier slung across her chest. Velvet’s tiny nose twitched as she peeked out, taking in the vibrant displays of fruits and vegetables.

“Alright, Velvet,” Xa’ri murmured, glancing at her shopping list. “We need carrots, kale, and a few other things. Let’s make this quick, okay?”

She maneuvered through the aisles, earning smiles and curious glances from other shoppers enchanted by Velvet’s presence. Xa’ri was used to the attention; Velvet had a knack for stealing the spotlight wherever they went....along with some carrots.

As she reached for a bundle of organic kale, her hand brushed against someone else’s. Startled, she looked up to see Damian standing beside her, holding a similar bundle of kale. His expression shifted from surprise to a slow, amused grin.

“Xa’ri?” he asked, his deep voice laced with disbelief and a hint of amusement. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“Damian,” she replied, her tone cool but polite. “What are the odds?”

“Pretty high, apparently,” he said, nodding toward her tote bag. “Is that a bunny?”

Xa’ri glanced down at Velvet, whose ears perked up at the sound of Damian’s voice. “This is Velvet,” she said, her voice softening. “She’s my little shopping companion.”

Damian crouched slightly to get a better look, his smile widening. “Hey there, Velvet. You’re a showstopper, aren’t you?”

Velvet responded with an adorable wiggle of her nose, and Xa’ri couldn’t help but smile. “She has that effect on people,” she admitted.

“So do you,” Damian said, straightening up. His gaze lingered on her for a moment before he held up the kale. “Looks like we’re both fans of the same produce.”

“Velvet’s a big fan,” Xa’ri replied, her tone light. “And you?”

“Trying to eat clean,” he said with a shrug. “You know, keep up with the whole ‘athlete’ thing.”

They continued to chat as they moved through the aisles, Damian occasionally tossing an item into his cart while Xa’ri meticulously checked her list. Their conversation flowed effortlessly, touching on everything from their favorite foods to the quirks of grocery shopping.

When they reached the checkout line, Damian glanced at her tote bag. “Need a hand with anything?”

“I’ve got it,” Xa’ri replied, though she appreciated the offer. “But thanks.”

As they waited for their turn, Damian’s eyes lingered on her. “You know, Xa’ri, I never pegged you as someone who’d bring a rabbit to the grocery store. It’s...unique.”

“Velvet goes where I go,” she said simply. “She’s family.”

“That’s kind of sweet,” he admitted, his voice softening. “I like that about you. You’re not afraid to be yourself.”

Xa’ri felt a faint warmth rise to her cheeks but kept her composure. “Thanks, Damian. That means a lot.”

After they’d both checked out, they walked together to the parking lot. Damian hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“Hey, I know this might sound random, but would you ...want to grab coffee sometime? Or maybe tea—whatever you like.”

Xa’ri looked at him, studying his expression. There was a sincerity in his eyes that caught her off guard.

“I’ll think about it,” she said finally, a hint of a smile playing at her lips.

Damian chuckled. “Fair enough. Take your time.”

As they parted ways, Xa’ri glanced down at Velvet, who seemed to be watching Damian’s retreating figure.

“What do you think, Velvet?” she asked. “Should we give him a chance?”

Velvet wiggled her nose, and Xa’ri laughed softly. “Yeah, we’ll see.”

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The Archer's Song- Chp 3

Chapter 3- Challange Accepted

i just want to say.....this man is literally reasons why my ovaries are aching lol okay back to this new chapter

The tension backstage was palpable as Austin Theory  strutted through the corridors, his signature cocky grin in place. He stopped in front of a monitor, where Syrin was casually leaning against a table, watching highlights from the night’s events.

“Hey, Syrin,” Austin said, as he flashed a charming smile. “Enjoying the show so far?”

Syrin glanced at him, unimpressed. “It’s been... interesting.”

Austin leaned closer, lowering his voice. “I’ll make it even more interesting when I take Damian Priest down tonight on RAW. Someone’s got to put him in his place, especially when he’s been sniffing around where he doesn’t belong.”

Syrin raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a sly smirk. “Oh? And what makes you think you’re the one to do that?”

Austin straightened up, throwing her a confident wink. “Watch and learn, sweetheart. I’ll show you what competition from a real man looks like.”

Damian Priest entered the ring first, his usual brooding confidence on display. The crowd erupted as he raised his arms, his theme reverberating through the arena. His expression was cool, but there was an undercurrent of tension as he waited for his opponent.

Then Austin Theory’s music hit, and the self-proclaimed A-Town Icon made his way down the ramp, pointing to himself and mouthing off to the crowd. He stopped at the camera, pointing backstage.

“Syrin, this one’s for you! All Day!” Austin Shouted, grinning widely.

Damian smirked at the display, leaning against the ropes. When Austin finally entered the ring, Damian pointed at him. “You really think this is going to impress her?”

Austin shrugged. “Someone’s gotta outshine you, mate.”

A Back-and-Forth Battle

The bell rang, and the two locked up in a fierce battle. Austin’s speed and cunning played against Damian’s strength and experience. At one point, Austin hit a quick neckbreaker and looked directly at the camera, mouthing, “That’s how it’s done, Syrin.”

Backstage, Syrin watched the monitor, her arms crossed, an amused smirk playing on her lips. She tilted her head as the match unfolded, murmuring to herself, “Cocky. Reckless. This should be interesting.”

As the match progressed, Damian turned the tide with a devastating series of strikes and a leaping spin kick that sent Austin sprawling.

When Austin tried to rally, Damian cut him off with a South of Heaven chokeslam, planting him in the center of the ring. The crowd roared as Damian went for the cover.

One... Two... Three!

Damian stood tall, raising his arm in victory. He glanced at the camera and smirked, his voice loud enough to be picked up. “Message delivered.”

Backstage Encounter

As Damian walked backstage, he caught sight of Syrin still at the monitor. She glanced at him, her expression unreadable.

“Enjoy the show?” Damian asked, his voice teasing as he grabbed a towel to wipe his face.

Syrin’s smirk returned. “You both put on... an interesting performance.”

Damian raised an eyebrow. “Interesting, huh? What does a guy have to do to impress you?”

She leaned closer, her voice low and playful. “That depends. Are you always this competitive?”

Damian chuckled, his gaze locking with hers. “Only when it’s worth it.”

So that's chapter three! I will be adding a few drabbles that are on and off ring scenarios and I have also started drafting a poly!RheaxDamian story to which I have a vision coming so stay tuned!

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The Archer's Song- D.P - Prologue (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1505520447-the-archer%27s-song-d-p-prologue?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Nubian_Queen21 He was out for revenge. She was seeking chaos. He was a Punisher in the Ring. She was the Enigma of Chaos. He is a Terror Twin. She is a Wyatt.

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The Archer's Song-Chp.2

The crowd in the arena roared as Liv Morgan’s theme blared over the speakers. She strutted down the ramp, the Crown Jewel Championship glistening on her shoulder. Dressed in a sleek and desperately skimpy black leather outfit, (giving that wannabe Mami energy lol) that mirrored her fiery mood, she climbed into the ring, grabbing a mic from the announcer’s table.

The boos from the audience barely phased her as she waited for the noise to die down. Her icy glare swept over the crowd before she raised the microphone.

“So, it seems RAW has a new shiny toy,” Liv began, her voice dripping with disdain. “Everyone’s been talking about Syrin this, Syrin that. About her debut, about her win last week.” She spat the last word as if it left a bitter taste in her mouth.

The crowd erupted into a mix of cheers and boos at the mention of Syrin’s name. Liv rolled her eyes dramatically.

“Yeah, cheer for her all you want,” Liv sneered. “She hasn’t earned anything. She’s just another wannabe trying to steal my spotlight, my division, my title.” She lifted the Crown Jewel Championship high into the air for emphasis.

“And Syrin,” Liv continued, pacing the ring, “if you think you can strut in here and rewrite history, you’ve got another thing coming. This is my house, my legacy. You’re just a ghost of—”

The arena lights flickered suddenly, and Liv froze mid-sentence. The Titantron lit up, revealing a shadowy figure seated in a dimly lit room. Syrin leaned forward into the light, her lips curled into a sinister smile.

“Ghost?” Syrin’s voice was soft yet haunting as it echoed through the arena. “That’s an interesting word choice, Liv. You see, ghosts are often fragments of the past. And if anyone knows about the past, it’s you.”

Liv’s expression shifted, a flicker of unease crossing her face.

“I’m not just some shiny toy,” Syrin continued, her eyes narrowing. “I’m your past, Liv. I’m the mistakes you thought you buried away. The choices you thought you left behind.”

The crowd buzzed with intrigue, and Liv’s confident demeanor wavered as she shouted at the screen, “What are you talking about?!”

Syrin’s smile widened. “You’ll figure it out soon enough. But for now...” Her voice trailed off as the jumbotron flickered again.

“Sweet dreams.”

The screen abruptly faded to black, plunging the arena into darkness.

When the lights came back on, Liv was no longer alone in the ring. Syrin stood behind her, cloaked in a dark leather trench coat, her eyes gleaming with icy determination.

The crowd erupted in a deafening roar as Liv spun around, only to be met with a devastating forearm to the face. Liv hit the mat, her championship skittering across the ring. Syrin didn’t stop there, delivering a swift, calculated series of strikes that left Liv writhing on the canvas.

Syrin picked up the Crown Jewel Championship, holding it up for the crowd to see. She looked down at Liv with a smirk before casually dropping the title beside her.

As Liv tried to recover, Syrin leaned down and whispered something into her ear, inaudible to the crowd but enough to send a chill through Liv’s spine.

With that, Syrin stood tall, her statement made, as the crowd chanted her name.

So I am getting back into these updates! I am also crafting up my masterlist page which will link all of my stories/drabbles etc. so be on the look out! I will plan on taking request soon just have some things in the works!

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Cat and Mouse pt.3

The sunlight poured through the curtains of her hotel suite, casting a golden glow over the room. She stretched lazily, her body pleasantly sore from the events of the previous night—not from the usual chaos of the ring, but from the whirlwind of emotions and teasing exchanges that had ended with Damian Priest leaving her speechless for once...and marked.

Her phone buzzed on the bedside table, pulling her from her thoughts. It was a message from Damian:

Priest: You still recovering from last night, or are you ready for round two?

She couldn’t help but grin, her fingers flying across the screen.

You: Already thinking about me? I must’ve left quite the impression.

Not even a minute passed before his reply came.

Priest: You have no idea. Brunch? My treat.

She bit her lip, considering her options. Letting him chase her was one thing, but keeping him on his toes was where the real fun lay.

You: Tempting. But only if you can keep up with me.

Priest: I think I proved that last night.

Laughing to herself, she got up and began to get ready. She chose a casual yet striking outfit—a fitted top with subtle animal print and high-waisted jeans that accentuated her figure. Her hair was swept into effortless waves, and a swipe of gloss completed the look.

When she stepped out of the hotel lobby, Damian was already there, leaning against a sleek black car. He straightened as she approached, his dark eyes scanning her appreciatively.

“Looking good,” he said, opening the passenger door for her.

“I know,” she replied breezily, sliding into the seat.

Brunch

The restaurant was trendy but low-key, tucked away in a quieter part of town. They were seated at a cozy booth near a window, and the warm, inviting smell of coffee and freshly baked pastries filled the air.

“So,” Damian began after the server took their orders. “Are you always this much trouble, or am I just lucky?”

She tilted her head, her lips curving into a sly smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Their banter was interrupted when a few fans at a nearby table recognized him. Damian waved politely but quickly turned his attention back to her.

“Don’t let me steal your spotlight,” she teased, stirring her coffee.

“You’re the one who makes it hard to look away,” he countered, leaning back with a smirk.

For a moment, her playful demeanor faltered. Damian wasn’t just playing anymore; his tone carried a sincerity that caught her off guard.

“What?” he asked, noticing her sudden silence.

“Nothing,” she said quickly, recovering with a small smile. “Just not used to you being serious.”

“I can be serious when it counts,” he said, his voice steady. “Like now.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Now? Over brunch?”

He leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table as his dark eyes locked on hers. “I like this—whatever this is between us. And I want to see where it goes.”

For once, she found herself at a loss for words. Damian Priest, the smooth-talking powerhouse, was laying his cards on the table.

“Well,” she said finally, her voice softer. “Guess you’ll just have to keep up with me and find out.”

His smile returned, slow and confident. “Challenge accepted.”

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Cat and Mouse pt. 2

Later that evening, [Your Name] was in her hotel suite, slipping on a sleek black dress that hugged her curves and shimmered faintly under the light. She glanced at the clock—Damian was punctual, sending her a text earlier: Pick you up at 8.

At precisely that time, a knock sounded at her door. Opening it, she found Damian standing there, dressed in a black button-up with the sleeves rolled to his forearms and dark slacks, a polished yet rugged look that suited him perfectly.

“You clean up nicely,” she teased, leaning casually against the doorframe.

“I could say the same,” he replied, his eyes lingering on her dress. “You ready?”

She grabbed her clutch and nodded, locking the door behind her.

The Restaurant

The restaurant was upscale yet intimate, with low lighting and soft music playing in the background. Damian had picked a quiet corner booth, offering them some privacy away from prying eyes.

As they looked over the menus, she couldn’t resist stirring the pot. “So, Priest, why dinner? Finally giving in to the chase?”

He smirked, setting his menu down. “Who says I’m the one giving in? Maybe I’m playing the game better than you think.”

Her lips curved into a sly smile. “Oh, really? Let’s see about that.”

The conversation flowed effortlessly as the night went on, moving from light banter to deeper topics. She found herself enjoying the layers beneath Damian’s brooding exterior—his wit, his ambition, and his surprising sense of humor.

Midway through the meal, Damian leaned back in his seat, studying her with a knowing look. “You know, you act like you’re always in control, but I think you like it when someone pushes back.”

She raised an eyebrow, amused. “Bold assumption. What makes you think that?”

He leaned in slightly, his voice low and teasing. “Because if you didn’t, you wouldn’t still be sitting here with me.”

Her cheeks warmed, but she refused to let him have the upper hand. “Maybe I just like a challenge,” she shot back.

“Good,” he said, his gaze intense. “Because I’m not making this easy for you.”

After Dinner

They strolled through the quiet streets outside the restaurant, the city lights casting a soft glow around them. Damian’s hand occasionally brushed hers, and she wondered if he was debating making a move.

“So, what’s next?” she asked, turning to face him.

He grinned, stepping closer. “I was thinking dessert.”

She tilted her head. “Oh? Got a place in mind?”

He shook his head, his eyes locking on hers. “Not exactly.”

Her breath hitched slightly as the tension between them thickened. For once, she didn’t have a snappy comeback.

Before she could think of one, Damian leaned in, his voice a low rumble. “You know, you make it hard to focus on anything else.”

She smirked, regaining her composure. “Good. Maybe I’m finally winning.”

He chuckled, stepping back slightly but not breaking eye contact. “Not yet. But the night’s still young.”

They continued down the quiet street, the atmosphere between them charged yet unspoken. Damian led them toward a small park illuminated by string lights, their soft glow adding an intimate touch to the crisp night air.

“You planned this, didn’t you?” she teased as they approached a bench near a fountain.

Damian smirked, gesturing for her to sit. “What can I say? I like to leave an impression.”

She raised an eyebrow but took the seat, crossing her legs as she looked up at him. “Well, consider me impressed. But you still haven’t answered my question—why dinner? Why now?”

Damian sat beside her, his elbows resting on his knees as he glanced at the fountain before turning to her. “Because you’re not like anyone else. You’re unpredictable, and I like that.”

She blinked, caught off guard by his honesty. “I thought I was just trouble?”

“That too,” he admitted with a chuckle. “But I don’t mind a little trouble. Keeps things interesting.”

Her lips curved into a slow smile. “So, this is you trying to keep up with me?”

“No,” he said, his voice dropping. “This is me showing you I can.”

Before she could respond, he leaned closer, his hand brushing hers as he studied her face.

She wasn’t one to back down, but the weight of his gaze made her heart race. She leaned back slightly, her eyes narrowing playfully.

“Careful, Priest,” she warned, her voice soft but teasing. “You might bite off more than you can chew.”

He chuckled, sitting back and resting an arm along the back of the bench. “I’ll take my chances.”

The moment lingered before she abruptly stood, her grin mischievous. “If you’re so confident, then catch me.”

Before Damian could respond, she took off down the path, her laughter echoing in the night. For a moment, he just stared, shaking his head in disbelief.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered, pushing to his feet and chasing after her.

She darted around corners and through the park, her agility and speed making it a genuine challenge. But Damian wasn’t far behind, his longer strides closing the gap.

Finally, he caught her by the arm, spinning her around. They were both breathless, their faces inches apart as they stood under the glow of a streetlamp.

“Got you,” he murmured, his grip firm but gentle.

She smirked, her voice a whisper. “Took you long enough.”

Damian’s smile softened as he looked at her, the playful edge in his eyes giving way to something deeper. “You make me work for everything, don’t you?”

“Of course,” she replied, her voice teasing but her expression sincere. “Where’s the fun in making it easy?”

His hand lingered on her arm as he leaned in slightly, his voice low. “No one’s ever made it this fun.”

She could’ve come up with a witty retort, but the way he was looking at her left her speechless for once. And when he finally closed the gap, capturing her lips in a slow, deliberate kiss, she decided maybe she didn’t need to say anything at all.

Not it getting steamy!!! Literally so excited for part three! Also I will try to share my insights on my predictions and aftermath of both RAW and Smackdown before Main Event

Next part may be a little smutty but stay tuned!

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Cat and Mouse- D.P (Fluff/Tease)

The arena lights dimmed as her music hit—a sultry, slow beat laced with feline growls echoing through the speakers. The crowd erupted as [Your Name], draped in sleek black gear with hints of metallic gold, strutted to the ring. Her cat-like aesthetic was her signature—her makeup sharp, her movements fluid, and her demeanor a perfect balance of playful and untouchable.

Perched on the top turnbuckle, she smirked as The Terror Twins made their entrance. The tension in the air crackled when her gaze locked with Damian Priest’s.

“Looks like someone’s in trouble,” she purred into the mic, tilting her head.

“Trouble?” Damian teased, his deep voice carrying over the noise. He leaned on the ropes, his dark eyes fixed on hers. “I’d call it curiosity.”

“Oh, is that what you’re going with?” she quipped, hopping down gracefully. Her steps were deliberate, hips swaying as she circled him like a predator inspecting prey. “Because from here, you look a little... distracted.”

Damian chuckled, brushing his tongue against his teeth. “Maybe I like the game.”

Before she could respond, a low growl of irritation echoed from Rhea Ripley, who stood in the corner, arms crossed and scowling.

“Can you two not?” Rhea snapped, stepping between them. “Damian, stop drooling. And you...” Her glare shifted to [Your Name]. “Find someone else to mess with.”

“Mess with?” [Your Name] mused, stepping back just slightly. “Oh, Rhea. I don’t mess with anyone. I just play. And some people...” Her eyes darted back to Damian with a wicked grin. “...seem to enjoy the chase.”

Rhea’s nostrils flared as Damian smirked behind her. “Rhea, relax. It’s all just fun... right?” he asked, his tone layered with amusement.

[Your Name] shrugged, a playful spark lighting up her face. “Maybe. Or maybe I just like seeing how far I can push.”

As she turned to leave, her voice carried over her shoulder. “Catch me if you can, Priest.”

Rhea’s glare could’ve melted steel, but Damian couldn’t help the sly grin tugging at his lips as [Your Name] disappeared backstage, leaving an air of intrigue behind her.

*Damian v. Kaiser One Fall*

The night was electric, the crowd alive as Damian Priest squared off against Ludwig Kaizer in a heated singles match. The energy in the air shifted, however, when Finn Bálor and Dominik Mysterio sauntered down the ramp, their intentions clear.

From her vantage point backstage, [Your Name] watched the scene unfold, her sharp eyes narrowing. She leaned casually against the monitor, her signature smirk playing on her lips.

“So predictable,” she muttered.

Finn and Dominik circled the ring like vultures, their presence alone enough to distract Damian. It was clear they were waiting for the right moment to strike. But before they could make a move, the crowd erupted in surprise.

Her music hit.

The feline vixen emerged from the curtain, her stride confident, her smirk daring. Dressed in black leather pants and a cropped jacket, her aesthetic was as sharp as her wit. Finn and Dominik paused mid-step, their attention snapped to her as she sauntered toward them.

“Oh, don’t mind me,” she purred, waving a hand. “I’m just here to... observe.”

Finn raised an eyebrow, clearly annoyed. “What are you doing out here?”

She shrugged, feigning innocence. “Making sure things stay fair. You wouldn’t dream of interfering, would you, Finn?”

Her tone was sweet, but the edge in her voice was unmistakable. She stepped closer, tilting her head as if daring him to try something. The distraction gave Damian the opening he needed—he countered his opponent’s move and gained the upper hand.

Dominik attempted to sneak past her, but she was quicker. Sidestepping his path, she extended an arm, stopping him cold.

“Uh-uh,” she chided, wagging a finger. “Not today, little Dom Dom.”

Dominik scowled, stepping back reluctantly, and Finn looked equally irritated, but neither dared cross her. She turned to the ring and gave Damian a sly wink, her interference unnoticed by the referee but not by him.

With a brutal South of Heaven, Damian secured the pin and the victory. The crowd erupted as his hand was raised, but his eyes were locked on her.

She leaned casually against the barricade, clapping slowly, her smirk never wavering. As Damian stepped out of the ring, she began to back away, keeping her gaze locked on him.

“You’re welcome,” she teased, her voice dripping with amusement.

Damian stopped in front of her, towering over her with a look of playful exasperation. “You really enjoy this, don’t you?”

“Every second,” she admitted with a sly grin. “And you? You didn’t mind a little help, did you?”

Before he could answer, Finn and Dominik stormed up the ramp, their frustration evident. She gave them a mock salute before turning back to Damian.

“You owe me one,” she said, her tone light but her eyes glinting with mischief.

Damian chuckled, leaning closer. “How about dinner?”

Her smirk widened, but she didn’t give him an answer. Instead, she spun on her heel, sauntering backstage without another word, leaving him—and everyone else—wanting more.

\Part 2 will be out later around 5 my time !/Also working on TAS!

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The Archer's Song- Chp.1

Chapter 1- The Siren's Call

The backstage monitors glowed faintly in the darkened room, broadcasting the chaos and intensity of the arena just outside. Damian Priest leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, his eyes glued to the screen. The faint roar of the crowd echoed through the halls, but Damian’s focus was entirely on the woman in the ring. Syrin.

He had seen countless debuts, but something about this one felt different. Syrin wasn’t just entering the match—she was making a statement.

The arena was alive with energy as Syrin stepped onto the stage, her haunting theme music sending chills through the crowd. The Wyatt 6ix were scattered at ringside, a menacing presence in their own right. But Syrin’s focus was razor-sharp, her dark eyes locked on the ring where Ivy Nile waited.

Ivy, the powerhouse of American Made, paced like a caged lion, her muscles taut with anticipation. She sneered at Syrin, motioning for her to get in the ring.

Syrin obliged, her movements slow and deliberate as she ascended the steps. She slipped through the ropes with feline grace, her expression unreadable. She was calm, composed—an eerie contrast to Ivy’s fiery demeanor.

Backstage, Damian smirked. “She’s not even breaking a sweat,” he muttered to himself, watching as Syrin stared Ivy down.

The bell rang.

Ivy wasted no time, charging at Syrin with a series of quick strikes. Syrin dodged each one with uncanny precision, her movements fluid and effortless. She countered with a spinning back kick that sent Ivy stumbling.

Damian raised an eyebrow, impressed. “She’s got timing,” he murmured, leaning closer to the monitor.

The match progressed in a flurry of near falls and counterattacks. Ivy showcased her raw power, delivering a brutal German suplex that had the crowd gasping. But Syrin’s resilience shone through as she retaliated with a lightning-fast enzuigiri, followed by a perfectly executed Hurricanrana.

The turning point came when Ivy attempted to lock Syrin into The Dragon Sleeper, her signature submission hold. Syrin twisted and writhed, her face contorted in pain as she clawed for the ropes.

“C’mon, Syrin,” Damian muttered under his breath, his usually calm demeanor betraying a hint of tension.

Using her flexibility and quick thinking, Syrin managed to escape the hold, twisting her body in an almost inhuman display of agility. In one swift motion, she transitioned into her own finisher—The Siren’s Snare, a modified dragon sleeper that wrenched Ivy’s neck and back at a vicious angle.

The crowd roared as Ivy fought to break free, but Syrin’s grip was unrelenting. The referee dropped Ivy’s hand once, twice...and then a third time. The bell rang, signaling Syrin’s victory.

Backstage, Damian straightened, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. “She’s better than I thought,” he said, his tone tinged with admiration.

On the screen, Syrin rose to her feet, her hand raised in triumph. She turned her head slightly, glancing toward the commentator table as though she knew exactly who was watching. Her smirk was subtle but deliberately on Liv Morgan , making Damian chuckle slightly.

“Not bad at all.”

He pushed off the wall and walked away, leaving the monitor behind. If Syrin kept this up, her path to the Crown Jewel Title—and the chaos that would inevitably follow—was going to be one hell of a ride.

Unbeknownst to Syrin—or so it seemed—Liv had whispered plans to Raquel Rodriguez earlier in the night. As Syrin made her way up the ramp, her back turned to the ring, Raquel emerged from the crowd, climbing over the barricade with a steel chair in hand. Liv stood, feigning innocence as the audience booed.

Raquel lunged toward Syrin, swinging the chair with full force. But Syrin stopped abruptly, as if sensing the attack. She ducked the blow and spun, delivering a roundhouse kick that sent the chair flying out of Raquel’s hands.

The crowd erupted as Syrin took a step back, motioning for Raquel to try again. Enraged, Raquel charged forward, only for Syrin to sidestep and send her crashing into the steel steps.

Liv, seeing her plan unravel, ran toward Syrin, aiming to blindside her. But Syrin caught her wrist mid-swing, twisting it with just enough force to bring Liv to her knees. Syrin leaned in close, whispering something that sent a chill through Liv’s spine.

Releasing Liv with a shove, Syrin backed up the ramp, her smirk intact as the Wyatt 6ix stepped in to flank her. The crowd roared in approval, and Syrin raised her hand, signaling her dominance.

Backstage

Damian waited in the shadows as Syrin walked backstage, her presence commanding even after the grueling match and thwarted ambush. He straightened as she approached, his smirk matching hers.

“You knew they were coming,” he said.

Syrin shrugged. “Of course I did. Liv’s predictable.”

Damian chuckled. “That’s why you’ll be holding her title soon.”

She didn’t respond, her smirk saying everything. Syrin walked past him, leaving Damian to follow, the tension between them crackling in the air.