#trish stratus x reader

[aritamargarita]

ATTITUDE || 001

IT'S YOUR FIRST introduction to the World Wrestling Federation and you’re surprised at the fan reaction. It makes you giddy, but now people (including those in the back) are going to be expecting much of you. Your two best friends, Torrie Wilson and Stacy Keibler, return back to the hotel room and you guys chat before heading to sleep.

The adrenaline rush is still coursing through your veins as Shane McMahon helps you back over the barricade. You had just shown up to interfere in a match between Matt Hardy and the Big Show.

Shane told you that you needed to focus your attention on the redhead, Lita, and deal with the other, Trish Stratus, if necessary.

At one point in the match, Lita yanks Trish off of the apron and her shirt went along with it. Yikes.

Shane figured that this was a wonderful opportunity for you to get in there. He lightly pushes you forward and that was your cue to get the hell in there.

Lita was so busy with trying to beat on Trish that she hadn’t even noticed you jumped over the barricade. You can see her scream at Trish to “get up” as you approach. Her back is toward you. Perfect!

At first, the crowd was confused, but once realizing that you weren’t a fan, they holler and cheers at your appearance, quickly recognizing you from WCW.

“Is that—my god!” JR yells. “That’s [Name], from WCW!”

The crowd seems to get even louder when you yank Lita‘s shoulder and turn her toward you to smash your forearm right in her face.

Trish is looking on in awe, covering herself and scooting backward from the scene. Whoever you were, you kind of saved her?!

“She’s not taking too kindly to Lita right now!” Paul exclaims with laughter in his voice. “Fight, fight, fight!”

Lita doesn’t even get a chance to fight back, you’re moving way too fast.

It’s a little strange to hear the crowd so excited, but you try not to let it distract you as much.

Before you had gotten out of there, you made sure to give Lita a final parting gift. A swift DDT. You throw your arm around her neck and sweep your leg back, before pulling both of you down to the floor. Lita’s head slams into the concrete and you hop up from your spot.

The crowd gives a resound “ooooh” in response. If your DDT was in a box, it’d be wrapped with the prettiest bow anyone has ever seen.

Meanwhile, Trish wants to be thankful to you, this stranger that beat the hell out of Lita. Yet, she’s not sure if she should be feeling so grateful.

Covering herself with her coat, she slowly starts to make her way to the other side of the ring. She doesn’t want any problems with you!

And luckily for Trish, you didn’t have enough time to handle her, so you’ll save it for next show. Just disrupting the match equilibrium is enough.

No one was expecting you at all. You’re following behind the footsteps of people like Lance Storm, Hugh Morrus, and Booker T…..you are officially the fourth star to appear from WCW.

These random occurrences were no coincidence. To the WWF, it just meant man or woman, anyone could get it at any time.

Let it be known that the forbidden door is completely blown off its hinges. There was no longer any boundaries.

You had quickly made your way out before security could retrieve you and Shane had been waiting for you by the barricade. You two made a swift exit, with him encouragingly patting your side as he holds onto you.

Right now, he’s still guiding you out to the limousine with a camera trailing behind you two. The crowd cheers don’t end despite you two getting the hell out of there. You can still hear the noise from the arena.

“Great job, [Name]!” He exclaims. “Bet my father wasn’t expecting that! Now both divisions have something to look out for!” Shane quickly opens the door for you. “Get in!”

You quickly hop into the limo, shuffling in. Shane follows you and closes the door afterwards.

And just like that, it was the start of your WWF journey. You had always wondered if it’ll be like WCW. The backstage environment was sure to be different than this ones.

You suppose there was only one way to find out.

You’re splayed out in the seat of the limo, and though Shane had squished in there with you, he finds it to be a better idea to go sit across from you.

“I haven’t heard people cheer like that for a woman in years!” A but of an exaggeration, but it still holds true. People made a lot of noise for you.

Your attention is on the ceiling. It still hasn’t set in that the crowd might actually like you. You’re more focused on the fact that you’re actually here in the WWF.

You wouldn’t have ever guessed it. WCW was the place you wanted to be when you started. Years before you debuted, all you did was practice.

Really. Practice, practice, practice. Until you couldn’t move anymore. Your old mentor, Madusa, ensured that you were conditioned enough to be in the ring.

She kept you there for a while. You’d jokingly say that she was holding you hostage, but it ended up being for your benefit. You learned that they would pull the women from the school too early.

Madusa did not want them to make that mistake. She made sure you knew what you were doing before you could go anywhere!

You have to admit though, the training at the power-plant facility wasn’t the best. There were other woman who didn’t exactly know what they were doing. It was easy for them to mess up.

And it’s actually where you met your two close friends, Stacy and Torrie. You were nervous, they were nervous, it’s only inevitable you three would mutter things to one another.

You were more than happy to give them tips on what you knew. From you, they were more than happy to learn. Eventually it grew from only talking in the school to completely hanging out with each other.

It was really nice to finally make some genuine friends.

Shane takes you out of your daydream by holding out a bottle of champagne. “A performance like that deserves some reward! Want some?”

“No, I’m okay.” You shake your head. “But hey, I’m just glad I could get in there!”

Shane thinks you’re downplaying yourself. “Seriously, that was amazing.” He says. “I couldn’t believe it. WWF should know by now there’s one hell of a storm brewing.”

You didn’t realize it at first, but maybe you like this so called “invasion” more than you thought you would.

“You mind if we head to Times Square? I’m due to speak WWF New York.”

Your reply is sluggish. “Yeah, yeah, sure. What is that?”

“It’s mainly a restaurant, but we do some live events there too.” He summarized. 

That quickly reminds you of the WCW Grill in Vegas. You’ve been there many times, whether it to be signing things or just hanging out with other coworkers. 

You lean up from your seat. “WCW had something like that in Vegas! They closed last year though. Bummer, I kinda liked their food. And I think I had a menu item once!”

“Really? Well, I’m sure the WWF’s will be better.” Shane pauses for a second. “I mean, for once. Besides, we’ll be bigger and better. Then you can really get your name on the menu.”

You let out a chuckle. He slipped up a little. “Right.”

”I’m gonna need you for Smackdown too.” Shane says. “You don’t have to worry that much about transportation since we’re staying here for it.”

Oh joy! Seriously! No worrying about catching a flight tonight, that’s less stress on your shoulders. 

“Then I’ll be there.” It’s not like you wouldn’t be anyway.

”While you’re at it, mind asking Torrie if she could attend as well?” He requests you.  “I’ve got a great idea for the both of you.”

A great idea, he says. Not like you’ve heard that before. “Color me intrigued, what’s the plan?” 

“I want you ladies to go undercover in the WWF. Somehow, someway. Get as much information as you can from anyone you run into.” He explains. “If anything goes wrong, WCW will protect you. You’ve got my word on that.”

“I believe you. But how should I do that? Just waltz up in there and proclaim I’m one of them now? I just attacked Lita!” You throw your arms out for extra emphasis.

“Relax. Just act like you were misguided. And when you learned that I wasn’t in the right, you want to change your ways. If I were you, I’d apologize to Lita first.”

It was only a six minute drive from MSG to WWF New York. When the limo pulls up, you can hear the sound of the crowd on the outside of it.

The only thing you could do was nod at Shane. It’s go-time.

Leaning up from your spot, you take a second to fix yourself up, fixing your shirt and adjusting your hair so that it’s presentable. Wouldn’t want people to get the wrong idea…

Rumors still can circulate, even if you were seen in the ring earlier! The last thing you wanted was for dirt sheets to grasp at straws, with your boss of all people.

Shane gets out first, then takes a second to open the door. He then pulls it open and you are greeted with the crowd on both sides of the sidewalk.

When they turn their heads to see who else was in the vehicle, they cheer over at you. All you can really do is wave with a smile.

Do they really know who you are?

Photographers are at the ready, their bright white lights flashing at you. It makes you squint every time a camera would go off. You just hoped those photos won’t come out bad.

Shane waits for you, offering his arm for you to take while you get out of the car. You happily take it and he ushers you to go inside.

It’s like walking the red carpet, albeit shorter and quicker. You two go in, and you try to look at what they’ve got on display as you walk.

Lots and lots of action figures. You can only look over there for a few seconds, but you do catch a Lita figure on one of the holders.

There’s a lot of others, but you’re not quite sure who they are. Stone Cold Steve Austin? Triple H? Edge? None of those people ring a bell.

As you two approach the steps, there’s only one thing pops into your mind.

…You can’t believe that this place has two floors! So far, it was beating that WCW Grill by a long shot. Upstairs was for merchandise, and as you two go down you assume that the restaurant was around here.

You’re greeted by another large crowd of people and the both of you make your way over toward the stage.

The camera nearby moves over to the both of you.

Shane lets go of your arm and goes to grab a mic from a stagehand. You wait for him by the center of the stage.

Before he says anything, he reaches down toward the crowd to give them high fives. Shane comes back toward you.

“Surprise,” He says. “Well obviously, I’m not Perry Saturn, and she’s not Terri Runnels. But dad, I know you can hear me. It’s your son Shane, how’re you doing?”

The crowd cheers his name and you keep the smile on your face. This place was WWF New York, but before anyone knew it, it could easily become WCW New York.

“You know, the one that owns WCW. The very organization that has you a little heated under the collar. Because WCW continues to infiltrate your WWF.” Shane motions over toward you.

“[Name] made an example out of two women on your roster, and believe me, that won’t be the end of it.”

You nod your head. You’re eager to take these women down, one at a time. You definitely need to make a mental checklist.

Shane continues on. “You see dad, that is done out of necessity. Because in order to build a brand like WCW, we need television exposure. But I’ve gotta give you credit on this because I didn’t think it was possible, through all of your connections you have been able to block WCW from airing on any television network period.”

When he pauses again for a split second, the crowd cheers him.

“Here’s how it’s gonna go down.” He says. “I may not be able to compete with your checkbook but I can compete with your brains. Since you have prevented WCW from airing on any network, it’s now time for WCW to invade the WWF.”

You clap your hands toward him, then try to signal for the crowd to make some noise. They do and you smile. “Thank you!” Although your words were drowned out by the crowd.

“One of the people to lead the charge in one division stands here next to me,” Shane turns to you. “I reckon that she’ll become the next Women’s Champion in no time..”

You hope so. That’s a big step in your career. You were one year too late in getting the WCW Women’s Championship, despite Madusa’s efforts to revive it.

To your surprise, Shane holds out the mic toward you. He must’ve expected you to say something.

You try not to look like a deer in headlights as you take the mic and speak up.

“All I want is to lead WCW to victory. Whatever it takes, I will do…so let this be a warning to the entire women’s division. What I did to Lita was a demonstration of what’s to come. Trust me when I say that no one can stop me, but feel free to try if you want to…that is if you don’t want to end your career early!”

Shane laughs at your words. Hopefully the women (and men if they so dared,) would take heed. You pass the mic back to him.

“Oh, but that’s not all,” He points a finger up. “Might I introduce the second person to lead the charge, I’m sure that you and Stone Cold Steve Austin know this man very well. Ladies and Gentlemen, the WCW Champion, give it up for Booker T!”

As Booker makes his way from behind the curtain with a mic, he throws up his arms.

You watch as he reaches down to high five the fans. After of which, you reach out your own hand for him to shake. He grabs your hand and shakes firmly.

Shane mimics you, shaking his hand as well.

“Last night, at King of the Ring, it was just too easy, no, it was just too damn easy to take you outta the game!” Booker says.

There are mixed reactions at his words, with more cheering than booing from the antsy crowd.

“—And you call yourself the WWF Champion? I respect that, but ask me what I call you. I’m calling you out to let you know that if you want some you can come and get some, because I’m gonna be here at WWF New York, kicking it all night long!”

Shane brought back up his own mic. “I’d like to call this my dream team. These two are going to lead my brand new company to victory. Dad, this is a warning to you.  I’m just here to say that you’re on borrowed time..”

That’s all that was needed to say.

Shane was 100% sure that his father was watching. He’s also sure that he was boiling in anger. It’s exactly what he wanted.

The camera makes sure to get all three of you into frame. It’s up to you, as that’s left was for you and Booker T to apply pressure on the WWF..

After the segment at WWF New York, Shane fortunately allowed you to return to your hotel, but told you to watch the remainder of Raw when you could on the television.

You’re not exactly sure what his plan was, but now you’re curious to see. All you knew is that Booker T was asked to stay and they went off somewhere else while you just left through the back this time.

Just what in the world were they up to?

Shane was nice enough to send you your own limousine after bidding you a good night. Most of your energy had fizzed out and you could tell that his had too.

All you were excited for was to flop onto your bed. You don’t even move the comforters, all you do is just lie down for a few minutes. You’re sure you can move a little later.

There’s a lot of big changes going on in your life right now. You think the first biggest one was Shane McMahon’s entry to WCW and how quickly everyone went on his side.

It’s only fair. It’s the competition, hell, it’s the son OF the competition. Who specifically came in saying that he was against his father.

But what made him so trustworthy anyway? A lot of your coworkers were immediately on his side. You knew WCW was declining, but you never thought everyone else would stoop low enough to side with competition.

At least, not that quickly. The way things were going in the company, it made you feel like you had no choice but to trust him. So far, no betrayals, so everything is going okay so far.

You do get enough energy to at least turn on the television to Raw. You figure it’s only right to honor Shane’s request.

Immediately, you’re greeted by the sight of Shane McMahon heading down the ramp with a pep in his step. His father is not happy to see him at all.

Seeing the brand new WCW logo projected onto the ramp makes you feel…

Well, you don’t know how it makes you feel. You can safely say it makes you feel weird though.

You’re so used to it having an obnoxiously large watermark behind it, with the barely visible text of “World Championship Wrestling”.

Now it’s all small, jagged with the points on each letter. You have to tilt your head slightly in order to see it better.

Eventually, the camera moves away from the ramp and decided to follow Shane who was circling around the ring.

With you being able to hear the commentators properly, you wonder what they had to say about your prior run-in. You should’ve asked someone back at home to tape it!

“WCW does NOT belong in Madison Square Garden!” Paul is almost standing out of his seat by now with all of his screaming. 

“You may be right about that, but—“ Unfortunately, JR isn’t allowed to get one single word out thanks to his partner.

“You’re damn right I’m right! I grew up here, I know these things, I see these things!”

You roll your eyes. Shouldn’t Paul Heyman be worried about his own company instead of everyone else’s?

Oh, wait…

You chuckle to yourself. Thank god no one could hear your thoughts or that you were backstage. That wouldn’t have been good.

Vince is beckoning Shane into the ring, but unbeknownst to him, Booker had hopped right up into the ring, ripping his jacket off in the process.

It’s so over for him! You can’t help but smile. You watch as Booker lays in punches onto him, causing him to stagger backwards.

Booker takes advantage of this and runs toward the ropes, bounces off of them, then lifting one of his legs to give him a scissor kick.

Just to add salt in the wound, he hits a spinaroonie to get off the canvas.

How amazing is this?! You can see the entire WWF locker room run down the ramp but Shane and Booker are way too fast, making their exit.

This obviously must’ve been what Shane wanted you to see. Maybe this means that the ball is back in your court now.

You wonder how you can upstage Booker this time. It’ll definitely be hard since he literally knocked the hell out of the literal CEO of the WWF! Vince McMahon!!

Although, Shane offhandedly mentioned he has a sister who also happens to be in the business. You could always find something to do with her if he allows it.

Are you still buzzing from earlier? You had thought your energy was all gone, but it seemed like there was still bits of adrenaline in your veins.

You had only a few seconds to make your appearance count and from what you can think back on, you did a pretty damn good job.

The sound of the door unlocking makes you snap your head to your right.

“Helloooo!” Torrie sings from the doorway. “[Naaame], are you here? I’ve got Stacy with meee!”

Ah yes, your unofficial roommate for this trip. Torrie Wilson. And Stacy, who insisted that she room with you guys this time.

You think she’s just scared of being alone, which is understandable. But there was no need for her to try and sneak into your bed when she could use the pull out couch!

“I saw you on TV,” Stacy exclaims. “You were great! You really kicked….what’s her name? Ah, who cares?! The crowd was really loud too!”

“Yeah.” Is all you can really say to that. And then you fall back onto your bed, turning away from them and putting your head onto the cold pillow.

The both of them share a look, but Torrie’s the first to question you. She takes a seat next to you on the bed. “What’s your problem tonight? I’m surprised you haven’t called us on that dying Nokia you’ve got. Normally you’d be the one to drag us out after a show.”

Torrie teasing you about your phone was nothing new, but you still take offense anyway!

“I’m holding onto it!” Your words are muffled. “My 1999 phone is getting me places, okay?!”

Stacy takes a seat on the opposite side of you. “Aren’t they making a new one in like November?”

“Are they?” You turn your head so that they can hear you better. “I hope they have other colors. But honestly, I’m tired. Kinda.”

“Kind of?” Stacy repeated. “How much sleep did you get last night?”

You hold up five fingers.  “Five, so just enough to me. I had a flight to catch to get here, so five was really pushing it. I can’t really tell if this schedule’s gonna be worse than our old one.”

“Oh, you poor thing!” Torrie exclaimed, rubbing her hand on your back. “You’re right, but with Shane McMahon being our boss, I’ve gotten more sleep than I would normally! But that’s pretty bad to say, huh?”

“Yes,” You mumble. “Yes it is.” She just haaad to rub it in your face.

“Listen, I don’t think we have to be at the next show—“  You quickly interrupt Torrie. “About that, Shane wanted me to ask you to be at Smackdown. He didn’t say anything about Stacy this time.”

It makes Stacy cheer. “Yay! I get to relax aallll day tomorrow. You know what? [Name], I saw this really cute top at Delia’s earlier today. Now I can go back and buy it for you!”

“Was it that crop top with all those safety pins on the side?” Torrie turns over to Stacy. “If it was, that one totally screamed [Name].”

”YES!” She exclaimed. “That’s exactly the one I’m talking about!”

”From the sound of it, it sounds like I’m gonna have to have a lot of trust in that top.” You say. “And when did you guys go shopping??”

”Earlier. See, they said they needed us.” Torrie removes her hand from your back. “Then I guess they changed their minds since they had you?” It’s the only logical explanation she comes up with.

Whatever, it’s really no big deal. ”Well, you’re gonna be needed tomorrow anyway. And Stacy, I’m sure they’re gonna ask you to show up again. People went crazy! It would be bad if we just left you two in New York.” 

“I wouldn’t mind at all!” Stacy finally decides to take a seat too. “Times Square is beautiful! If I could, I’d totally live here.”

“I saw a rat walking down the street with pizza.” You comment. “And you’d stay here. Crazy, crazy, girl.” 

Stacy definitely rethinks it. “…Well, now that you say that, shopping only!”

“Hold on a second, it had pizza?!” Torrie exclaims.

It’s gonna be a long, long night, that’s for sure.

*painfully gives a thumbs up.* I SWEAR THIS WAS LONGER WHEN I LOOKED AT THIS OMG. but, yeah. Here we go again, please strap in for the ride

[south-of-heaven]

Trish x Fem!McMahon!Reader where reader runs out and attacks her sister during a promo against trish which reveals their relationship?

Done || Trish Stratus x Reader

Summary: You're done with standing in the shadow of your family, you're done with being the forgotten McMahon sibling.

As you watched Trish prepare for her promo against your sister Stephanie backstage, a wave of frustration washed over you. You'd always been the black sheep of the McMahon family, the forgotten middle sibling. Your family's obsession with the wrestling business left little room for your own pursuits and ambitions. But now, you'd had enough of playing second fiddle.

Trish had been your secret solace during these trying times. Her words of encouragement and support were like a lifeline. She told you that it was time to break free from the shadow of your family and embrace your own path, with her by your side.

The tension backstage was palpable as Stephanie and Trish squared off in the ring. The crowd roared in anticipation, completely unaware of the storm brewing backstage. You took a deep breath and decided that it was now or never.

With a sudden burst of determination, you burst through the curtain and ran down the ramp, your heart pounding in your chest. The audience's gasps filled the arena as you entered the spotlight.

Without hesitation, you attacked your sister, unleashing years of pent-up frustration. Your assault was fierce, a statement to your family and the WWE universe that you were done playing by their rules. Security rushed in to pull you away, but the damage was done.

As you stood there, panting, Trish appeared at your side, a mischievous grin on her face. She pulled you in for a passionate kiss, cementing the change in your life. The crowd's shock and awe turned into cheers as they witnessed your newfound determination and unity with Trish.

Hand in hand, you and Trish strutted out of the arena to her theme music, leaving your family and the WWE universe behind. You were ready to forge your own path and embrace the love and freedom you'd found with Trish.

[smartycvnt]

Stratusfaction*

Title: Stratusfaction Pairing: Trish Stratus x Reader Minors DNI, 18+ Warnings: smut, top Trish, bottom Reader, strap-on NR WC: 1913

The news Trish and Lita were coming back had put Y/n in a spiral. She hadn't seen Trish in years, and it wasn't like they had left things off on a good note either. Trish had run off to play homemaker and spend all her free time with her "bestie" Lita. Y/n had been dropped and left on her own after that, and it hurt. Lita had tried reaching out to Y/n a little bit, but the way Trish had dropped off the face of the Earth whenever Y/n tried reaching out had driven a wedge between Y/n and Lita.

Now Trish was back, and Y/n knew that it didn't matter how their positions in the company had changed. Y/n didn't know what would happen with them, but she hoped and prayed that someone else on the writing team got Trish and Becky's storyline. Hunter, however, didn't think there was anybody better than Y/n to handle that. A job was a job at the end of the day, but that didn't stop the uneasy tension between Y/n and Trish from bubbling up every single time they were in a room together.

"Does it hurt sitting with that stick up your ass?" Becky asked Y/n after one of her segments against Trish. Y/n grit her teeth and glared up at her friend. They had known each other for decades now, since Becky came over to wrestle in Canada. She had been so excited to wrestle the girl who had been trained by Trish and Lita, the product of two of WWE's biggest stars. It was sort of ironic that Y/n hadn't ever come to WWE to wrestle, instead settling there after her retirement began. She was one of WWE's best creative assets, even if she hadn't been there for that long. She had something that a lot of the other writers didn't have, something that came only from the route she had taken for her career.

"I do not have a stick up in my ass," Y/n argued. Becky scoffed as she sat down on the edge of the desk where Y/n had been sitting at. She always watched the promos closely and took notes on whatever she could. Becky wanted a peek inside of that notebook, but at the same time, was terrified that it'd be full of things she didn't even know she was doing wrong. Y/n had a knack for noticing the smallest of details, the involuntary movements or voice changes that happened while someone cut a promo. "She tore you up a little tonight. Next time, I want you to zero in on Zoey, not Trish."

"Still got a soft spot for the box-dye bat?" Becky teased. Y/n reached forward and punched Becky in the thigh. "Shit, it was a joke. God, you'd think that wouldn't be a soft spot after so long."

"How's Charlotte?" Y/n asked. She knew exactly what she was doing, and Becky did too, but that didn't stop Becky from getting visibly angry. "It's been a long time Becky, and you got your closure and apologies, I didn't."

"Point taken," Becky grumbled. The two of them fell into a somewhat uneasy silence before two heads of blonde hair poked out from behind the curtains. "I'll get going. Good luck."

"Please tell me that next week, she's not going to stand there and screech about me being past my prime." Trish stood in front of Y/n with her arms crossed over her chest. The stupid face mask was back, and Y/n hated it so much. Trish was well enough that she didn't need it, all of this was one big callback to her feud with Lita. It was what Triple H had wanted, and both Trish and Lita seemed to be fine with it. Y/n, however, had wanted something new for Trish, something beyond being the backstabbing, mean, blonde lady.

"She's going after Zoey next week, and you're staying out of it. Before you argue with me, something needs to happen to set them up for a one-on-one before Lita comes back to kick your ass," Y/n said. Surprisingly, Trish just nodded and hummed, as if she agreed with Y/n's decision completely. Y/n had expected some big spiel about how Zoey wasn't really ready, but there was none of that. Trish seemed to have full confidence in Zoey to go out there and hit all of the points that Y/n would write down for her. Either that, or Trish expected Zoey to fail and would rush out there to save the day.

"Good, you know what you need to do. Now, give me a moment with Y/n," Trish said. Zoey walked away like she was expecting this, and suddenly, Y/n felt cornered. Trish sat down on the edge of Y/n's desk, right where Becky had been before, but this time it felt different. The stupid face mask Trish was wearing was pulled off, and Y/n's heart started to beat a little faster as Trish's eyes settled on her. "I don't like that you're always so angry with me."

"I'm not angry," Y/n lied. It was clear to everyone that Y/n was emotionally unbalanced. She had always been a kind of angry kid growing up, but now it was all focused on what Trish had done to her years before. "What?"

"I don't believe that, just like I didn't believe it before. Come to my hotel room tonight, we'll fix this," Trish said. Y/n knew that it was a bad idea, but that wasn't going to stop her from going to see Trish. It would be wildly inappropriate, just like their relationship before. Y/n wanted to scream and physically fight Trish every single time she thought about how she had let that woman have her heart completely. Y/n had been so young and naive that she thought Trish wanted her unconditional love. The worst part of it was that Y/n believed Trish whenever the woman said that they'd always love each other, no matter what. The way Trish had walked away for someone else had shown Y/n that Trish never loved her in the first place. Maybe Y/n could finally get all of the things weighing on her chest off before it caused her to completely break down.

Trish's hotel being nicer than Y/n's shouldn't have come as a surprise. It was only recently that Y/n even started to making a livable wage since Vince left and sold the company. He had not been overly fond of paying someone who had spent so much time helping competitors. Trish had a legends salary, which meant she could live off of an appearance for nearly a year at a time. This hotel room wasn't being paid for out of pocket though. Y/n knew that Trish demanded to be housed somewhere nice on the road, and that woman had high standards for what qualified as "nice" for a couple of nights.

"I was beginning to wonder if you'd actually show up," Trish greeted as she let Y/n into the room. Y/n had begun to debate whether or not she actually wanted to come as well. Trish looked more than ready for Y/n, and not in the way that Y/n had expected her to. Trish's robe looked like an impossibly soft silk material, and beneath it, Y/n could see lace. Y/n's mouth watered at the sight despite herself.

"And here I thought Trish Stratus didn't wait up for anybody," Y/n teased. Trish grabbed Y/n by the collar of her shirt and pulled the woman inside. Y/n crashed into Trish's body sending both of them stumbling into the room. It had been a long time since Y/n had been so close to Trish, and back then, the roles had been somewhat reversed. Y/n had been the one grabbing at Trish in a desperate attempt to be closer, but now Trish was the one reaching towards Y/n.

"You really should be nicer to the person deciding whether or not you're getting fucked tonight," Trish warned. Y/n's cheeks got flushed and burned hot. She felt somewhat embarrassed, as if someone passing through the empty hallway could have heard Trish's words. Y/n had always been sort of shy about intimacy, and Trish was glad that something hadn't changed about Y/n since she left. Physically, Y/n's body had changed with time, but Trish thought that Y/n was even hotter now than she had been then. There was obviously not as much of a pressure to keep her weight down, and Y/n looked healthy and happier than Trish could ever remember seeing her.

Trish grabbed at Y/n's hips as they moved towards the bed together. Y/n let Trish guide her around and take control of their situation. Y/n's back hit the bed first, and Trish climbed onto her lap to straddle her. Y/n's breath caught in her throat when Trish let the robe fall open and fall down onto the ground behind them. It had been years since Y/n had seen Trish like that, and it felt just like the first time once again. Y/n wasn't nearly as inexperienced as she had been before, but in that moment, it didn't matter what Y/n knew and what she didn't. Trish wasn't there for Y/n to show off with her sexual prowess, Trish was there for something else entirely. At least that's what Y/n gathered from the strap-on jutting out proudly from between Trish's legs.

Y/n couldn't remember the last time she had taken on such a submissive role in the bedroom, but she found herself doing everything Trish asked of her. The little bits of attention and admiration that Trish granted Y/n were addictive to say the least. Y/n kept striving for more and more from Trish until there was no possible way for Trish to give her anything else. The steady thrusts of Trish's hips matched up with the heavy thud of Y/n's heart beating in her chest. Y/n foolishly let herself think that Trish was doing it on purpose, connecting them more than physically.

"I love you," Y/n muttered under her breath as Trish fucked her. Trish pretended not to hear Y/n's words as she buried her face in the crook of Y/n's neck, kissing and biting the sensitive skin there. Y/n clawed at Trish's back as she moved her hips to match Trish's thrusts. Y/n was chasing after her orgasm while Trish was trying to run away from her guilt. She wanted to feel the same way about Y/n that Y/n felt about her, but Trish couldn't bring herself to do it. That was why they'd never work outside of nights like this, ones where both women were so willing to give into the thoughts in the back of their heads telling them there was no harm or foul in a little fucking. Trish knew Y/n would go back to her own place by the time that the sun rose, so they wouldn't have to have that awkward conversation about what they were and what they weren't.

[judgementdaysunshine]

Piercing

For @aritamargarita

Pairing: Trish Stratus x Fem reader

Description: You surprise your girlfriend with special piercings and it leads to some help with the pain

You lay in bed clad in lingerie and a large shirt as Trish walks in smiling as the two of you share a kiss wincing when her hands brush against you making her a little worried that you had gotten hurt not knowing about earlier that day. While texting her earlier you went to a tattoo shop that did piercings for moral support with your friend who was getting a septum piercing and your sister getting a tattoo for her daughter on her rib deciding to get not just any piercing but both your nipples pierced laughing at your friend and sister when they turn to find you getting your second nipple pierced having small ice packs on after putting your shirt back on and having lunch before you all headed him smiling when you look in the mirror gently cleaning them off before changing clothes opting for lavender lingerie that was comfortable and a large shirt watching tv until you fell asleep waking up when trish called you letting you know that she was on the way home making you giddy for her to see the new piercing to go along with the few tattoos you had adorn on your body. A laugh echoes out of you as you pull the shirt off making trish's eyes open wide before you take the top half of the lingerie off seeing the look of lust fill her eyes before she pulls you down on the bed kissing you going down to your chest licking your nipple before sucking and gently biting making you moan and whimper as a small amount of the pain and sensitivity combined with the pleasure unable to catch your breath as she pulled the rest of the lingerie off sucking your other nipple and playing with the piercing like before as her fingers go in and out of you leaving you an absolute mess as she kisses down the rest of your body "This only makes this better than it was, beautiful body with these amazing tattoos and now these babies god I'm just gonna have to force myself not to bend you over and fuck the life out of you" the moans only poured out as she ate you out and put you in a scissoring position against her unable to think cleary with trish grinding against you using one hand to rub your clip and the other rubbing and pinching your nipples gently twisting the piercings with her tongue until you were panting and trembling as trish cleaned you up with a wash cloth falling asleep after sharing a soft kiss tangled together "Thanks for the surprise baby, I love you".

[lovemesomeflair]

Masterlist

Requests:open i might not be that quick at getting to requests but I will try my best

Charlotte flair

Becky lynch

Bayley

Sasha banks

Poly!4hw

Shayna baszler

Zoey stark

Dakota kai

Jessamyn duke

Mia yim

The BRE

Nikki bella

Brie bella

Liv Morgan

Raquel Rodriguez

Ronda Rousey

Rouszler

Shaykota

Zelina Vega

Poly!damage Ctrl

Iyo sky

Trish stratus

Paige/saraya

Toni storm

Lita

Mickie James

Sonya deville

Asuka

Shotzi

Aj Lee

Nattie

Tegan nox

Alexa bliss

Rhea Ripley

Jade cargill

I might add more people later on you can feel free to ask if I would write for anyone tho :)

[kolakoke]

Imagine: being in a feud with Trish instead of Becky while secretly being (hooking up) with Zoey

Warnings: mentions of sex since it’s the only thing I’m comfortable about when it comes to that topic

(please i need her so bad)

you never thought you would have been in a predicament were your in a steel cage with the hall of famer Trish stratus but in 30 minutes, when payback starts you would be in one with her.

"look Y/n everything is going to be fine, ok? you don't need to worry." Zoey said calmly, trying to calm your nerves "yeah right you never know what she could pull?!?!" you freaked out as you and Zoey was behind the locked door of your locker room "trust me, I know. just stay calm do your spots and don't worry about what Trish is doing ill try distracting her like I'm helping her like usual".

you and zoey have been seeing each other a week after she joined Trish at y’all’s match at night of champions. You were mad at her for messing up your match but that lead to y’all having hate sex and then y’all just keep hooking up after that even though you were fighting her trainer/mentor.

“Listen your going to go out there and fight like you’ve never before because you know if you win this steel cage match they might put you up in the rankings for rheas title?” Zoey reasoned. You just rolled your eyes “yeah I guess…” you said as a backstage crew member said you were on in 5 “god time flies” you stand up preparing yourself for this brutal match “hey!” Zoey said before you left the room and kissed you saying good luck then leaving the locker room.

And brutal it was, it took all the energy out of you but you came out on top in the end but got ambushed by Trish after she caught her surroundings. She was beating you up then told Zoey to get you up to z360 you but when she saw your face she just dropped you and told Trish she couldn’t but Trish being Trish just said do it but Zoey wouldn’t Trish got in her face and Zoey said no as she watched you get helped out the ring

“WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM YOU NEVER CHICKEN OUT BUT WHAT IS IT NOW?! YOU TO MUCH OF A PU-.” Zoey then z360 her and left her to help you get backstage, people chanting “THANK YOU ZOEY” could be heard all though out Pittsburgh

(later on after being seen by medical)

"and here I am with the winner of the steel cage match, Y/n!" Cathy introduced you, you could hear the crowd going wild out there and it made you smile

"so can you explain what happened after your match with Trish?" she asked 'umm... all I can say is that after Trish decided she was going to be a completely and utterly B.I.T.C.H, that Zoey realized that I was the better woman... both ways" you smirk at her "so can you tell us what's next for you and Zoey?" "Well… no. All I know is that I’m just going to keep pushing myself to the top" You smile and walk off

[sulfurz]

ೃ༄ CONSCIENCES EDGE (randy orton x fem!reader, ft. edge)

ೃ༄ PAIRING: randy orton x fem! reader, brief edge x fem!reader (just flirting)

ೃ༄ REQUESTED BY: anon

hi! can i request randy orton x fem!reader when they are dating and in a tag team match but against each other. and randy’s opponent keeps flirting with (y/n) in front of him to gets him mad. please :)

ೃ༄ WARNINGS: possessive!randy, slightly suggestive, edge being a taunt

ೃ༄ WORD COUNT: 1.4k

ೃ༄ NOTE: anon i really hope this is at least somewhat what you wanted because i had SO much fun with this request eek (as you can tell by how fast i wrote it). pls excuse the self indulgence that is: me adding adam as y/n’s partner but truthfully i would love to be in a sandwich between randy and adam so it just felt right (title pun is 110% intended)

the wwe universe knew two things for certain about randy orton:

1. he was an absolute monster in the ring.

2. he adored you.

when the two of you first debuted your relationship, he made the latter very clear, never missing an opportunity to have his hands on you — whether this be on your waist, his fingers in yours, or the possessive hold when he stood with his fingers dancing over your ass. randy orton did not share his women, and you were no exception.

so when the storyline called for you to turn on him, the wwe universe went up in flames. whilst some were undoubtedly unsure on how said story would unfold, most were exhilarated by how you came out night after night to sabotage the man you once loved front stage and centre. you were one of the greatest heels most fans had seen, and despite your villainous position, they loved you all the more for it.

of course, they never knew what went on backstage. how after you taunted the man in the ring, you’d fall straight back into his arms in a hotel bed that you wouldn’t leave until the morning.

it was when the story called for teaming up that people really lost their minds. a series of backstage segments that followed randy as he sought out someone to finally take you down. he settled on none other than than trish stratus in all of her powerful glory — your current competitor for the title, and that was when all hell broke loose. in a title match against trish, just as you began readying up for your finisher, randy ran in to prevent trish from losing her title, and solidifying themselves as the team which you would go up against.

then it was your turn to shine, a setup for how you’d end up here. trish and randy had promised a battle, and you were going to give them one in what the crowd believed would be a handicap match. you, and the writers, had other plans.

all three of you had taken the stage, ready to fight it out for the greatest prize of all, bragging rights, when the lights went dark once more. a known, and feared you think you know me? echoing through the dark arena. the crowd could clearly see randy’s face, the expression of shock as his former tag team partner turned enemy entered the arena and came to stand by your side — then the stage was set.

unbeknownst to your competitors, you and edge had an agreement. you’d follow the choreography, stick to the plan, except it was always fun to rile your out of ring boyfriend up, and who better to take the lead than the rated r superstar himself?

as the match started, you and trish taking first turn, you wasted no time in flooring trish, watching as she sold it to the crowd whilst you waltzed back to where edge stood at ring side. he didn’t touch you to avoid tagging himself in, but his intent was evident as he leant over the top rope, swiping his tongue along his bottom lip.

“i’d let you do that to me any day, sweetheart.”

from the other side of the ring, over the roar of the crowd you could hear the faint growl of your boyfriend, followed by movement as he stalked closer to observe the interaction.

trish recovered quickly, and the two of you returned to going back and forth for several minutes until she unleashed her cat fight move on you, and it was your turn to sell. if you glanced behind you from where you lay on the floor, you could see the watchful eyes of randy darting between your pained position on the floor, and your tag partner who was positioned in a crouch, undoubtedly showing randy he was staring at your ass.

when you dragged yourself to the side, eye to eye with a curled over edge, you were hyper aware of how randy watched intensely.

edge grinned, a knowing look in his eye as he made sure randy heard every word. “you look good when you’re all worked up.”

you smirked, unable to hide your own amusement at the snarl you heard from your right, before outstretching your hand to allow edge to tag himself in.

carefully, you rolled under the bottom rope, trish doing the same. but before your feet had even landed on the floor, randy had dragged edge into the ring and delivered a harder than necessary back elbow to the man’s chest. you winced for the sake of the show, but couldn’t deny the way your heart swelled seeing your boyfriend so agitated over you.

once again; randy orton did not share his women, and this was no different.

the two men put on a good show, wrestling back and forth with a series of high rope moves from both that most wrestlers wouldn’t dare perform. as scripted, edge managed to get randy with a spear before the latter kicked out of an undeniably dirty pin, but it just gave the man the perfect opportunity.

he tagged you in slyly, reaching for your hand but instead making sure he bypassed at the last second and made the contact via running his hand down the side of your waist and to your ass. the crowd roared as you and trish took your places again, but the look on randy’s face as he was pushed out of the ring by his own partner was immortalised in your brain forever.

it was a look that said everything: you’re mine.

when the battle began again, you were hyper aware of the weakened shouts from an (acting) injured edge, showering you with compliments that had you pretending to preen until suddenly they all stopped. you glanced to your side to see the cause of the silence, being greeted by the unplanned side of randy having edge pressed against the ropes, hands on the man’s shoulders until edge was forced to flip back into the ring.

the commotion was enough to distract you so that trish could execute a clothes line, knocking you to the ground as she tagged randy back in to continue whatever shallow beat out he was doing on your partner.

edge was well and truly down by now, and you made your attempt to exit the ring and let him fend for himself when a firm hand wrapped around your wrist.

instead of being met by your partners tag, you were pulled into the strong chest of randy himself, the man wasting no time before crashing your lips together. unplanned, but welcomed, you couldn’t help but kiss back just as forcefully, not caring that the cameras were catching every moment of the heated make out session right in the middle of the ring.

one of randy’s hands slipped down to exactly where edge’s had been, giving your ass a firm squeeze to elicit a gasp that let him deepen the kiss. it was filthy, and borderline offensive to the tv rules, but when randy pulled back and you saw the fire in his eyes, you were about ready to jump him right there.

one last bite to your shoulder and randy was moving again, stalking towards where edge lay writhing near the corner of the ring. he moved him just enough to pin him without a rope break, and when edge was unable to kick out, randy and trish solidified their dinner status. but, instead of moving to celebrate with his partner, randy walked straight back to your side.

his lips were back on yours again, this time pulling your teeth between his bottom lip in a show that would surely have you pulled into the office post match. you couldn’t bring yourself to care, not as one of his hands gripped at your waist, the other holding your head by the back of the neck so you couldn’t escape the kiss even if you wanted to.

not that you wanted to.

when he finally broke away, eyes ablaze as the crowd lost their minds, you could see the redness in his face from the possessiveness.

he looked like he wanted to eat you alive, and you welcomed every thought of it.

“you’re mine.” he punctuated his words with a kiss to the side of your mouth, open mouthed and dirty as could be. “only mine.”

“i know.” you whispered, enjoying the sensation of randy’s lips travelling down your neck. he didn’t care for rules in that moment as he latched his lips to the crook of your neck, a gasp leaving your own mouth before you could stop it. you raised a weak hand to the back of his neck as your knees buckled under the very public attention “only yours.”

3. above every woman in the world, randy orton had never, and would never share you.

details on how to request on my page

[aalyssah]

We’re Enough

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,625

A/N: Btw, I know they said babyface!reader, but I forgot about it, and by the time I noticed, I was already halfway done and didn’t feel like restarting. Anyways, Hope You Enjoy!

Tonight was a special night for you and Damian. You have a match for a spot in Money in the Bank while Damian has a title match against Seth 'Freakin'' Rollins.

It's important to you because after all the years in WWE you haven't won a title, so winning this would get you one step closer, but you would obviously go after Asuka instead of your former Judgment Day member, Rhea.

Damian was also happy about his match considering WWE hasn't pushed him since the whole Judgment Day team, but tonight was the night you both prove your worth to the team and WWE universe.

You were lacing your boots up when a knock came at the door. "Babe, you done?" You heard Damian asked. "Come in!" The door opened revealing Damian and the rest of the members.

"Woah, babe, you look good." Damian complimented you, coming over and wrapping an arm around you. "Thank you, baby." He kissed your cheek, sitting on the couch next to Finn and Dominik. "Yeah, like really good. I might have to steal you for myself."

Rhea winked at you, earning a glare from Damian. "Alright Rhea, get off my girl, she's mine." You chuckled at their bickering, standing up and checking up your gear. "I'm done! How do I look?" You gave a small twirl while smiling.

"You look great and I'm sure you're gonna do great tonight." Finn added. "I hope so." You said picking at your nails. The group could tell you were getting nervous. "Hey, you're gonna do great. You're gonna win the briefcase and get Asuka's title, so both of our girls will have gold, and so I will too."

You smiled at Damian's small pep talk, boosting your mood. "Yeah, you're right. And I'm gonna win it for you." You pecked his lips, a blushing forming on your cheeks. "And I'll win the title for you." He returned the kiss, a grumble coming from Dominik's mouth.

"Okay lovebirds, let each other go and let Y/n win that spot!" You gave them one last smile before going to the gorilla. You were about to face Trish Stratus and were sure to win. Not to be rude, but even though Trish is a legend, she isn't as good as she used to be.

Your music played, fans booing and cheering for you. You put on your best heel persona and made your entrance. As you did a mini warm up in the ring, Trish's music played, with her coming out in her new gear. She was now like you - a heel wearing purple and wanting a spot in this special event.

When she entered the ring you both walked up on each other, chest to chest. "You really think you're gonna win this?" Trish asked with a questioning look.

“I don't think I'm gonna win, I know I am, and when you're on the ground in pain like an old lady, watching me celebrate, remember the trash you were talking."

Trish sarcastically laughed, throwing her head back. "Awe, does little Y/n have some balls? Well if I were you, I would watch out 'cause you never know what this 'old lady' can do." You both locked up aggressively, letting the match play out.

-

You had it. You thought you had it when you hit your finisher and went for the pin.

"1 2-"

The count stopped because Trish put her foot on the rope. The referee called rope break and let the match continue. You looked around shocked and full of anger. While you were arguing with the referee, Trish slipped out the ring, catching your attention.

You quickly went after her, noticing she was trying to go under the ring. You pulled her out, and put her back in the ring, but before you could enter your leg was yanked down, causing your face to hit the apron harshly.

You were then turned around and flipped in the air, face being met with a hard knee. You didn't have to look to know who it was. You knew that it was Zoey Stark from NXT 2.0 who just called to the main roster. She quickly threw you in the ring and Trish went for the pin.

"1 2 3"

*DING DING DING*

"Your winner of this match, Trish Stratus!"

Fans booed as Zoey and Trish celebrated. “Who’s the ‘old lady’ now?” Zoey taunted, laughing as you laid there. “Just face it Y/n, you’re nothing. You’re not good enough to make it to the big league, so just stay with your trash team and fangirl over your boyfriend!”

Those words hit deep, especially coming from Trish. You’ve always looked up to her, hell the point of you starting to wrestle was because of Trish. You wanted to be just like her. Trish and Zoey left the ring, leaving you to sit there alone.

You slowly got up and waved at your fans, thanking them for staying with you in the journey. Even people who hated you felt bad. They could tell you were hurt, seeing tears blur your vision. You walked backstage and met with your team.

It was silent as you looked at the ground. “Y/n, I’m sorry I wasn’t out there! I was gonna come, but-” You stopped Rhea’s rant. “It’s okay. It’s not like I would’ve won with your help.” You walked past them to the locker room.

“You did good. The fans loved you.” Finn said, trying to cheer you up. “Yeah, but I didn’t win.” Finn frowned at your negativity. “We’re still happy. You won in our eyes and that’s all what matters.” You let out a huff of annoyance at Dominik’s happy tone.

“Guys, you don’t have to lie to me. I didn’t win and no matter how much support I have or the amount of help I get, I’m not good enough. I’m nothing.” Damian felt his whole world crash down at you saying those last two words. ‘I’m nothing.’

Rhea was ready to say something, but Damian cut in. “I’ll talk to her.” Damian caught up to you as you sped walked to the locker room. “I swear if you guys don’t leave me alone, I’ll-” You stopped your sentence when you turned around. “Oh.” You both stood there awkwardly, staring at each other.

You broke down completely, tears spilling from your eyes. Damian quickly grabbed you and pulled you in for a comforting hug. “Shh, it’s okay. Let it all out.” He gently held you, rocking you from side to side.

You calmed down slightly to where sniffles could be heard. “Come on, let’s go to the couch.” He guided you to the couch, sitting you down. “Look, I know you're upset, but it’s okay. You did your best and I’m proud.” You nodded your head at his statement.

“I love you and I want you to know that I don’t care if you didn’t win, and neither does the team. We’re happy you got the opportunity.” He couldn’t finish his little speech when a knock came at the door. “Sorry to ruin your talk mate, but it’s time for your match.”

Damian placed a gentle kiss on your lips before standing up. “Go shower and once I get my title, you can hold it on our way to the hotel.” You followed his instructions, going to wash up.

-

Same thing happened for Damian’s match. He fought hard through the whole thing, but unfortunately you were in the shower for a while and missed half of the match, but you did see near the end.

Damian grabbed Seth by the neck and launched him into the corner, ready to charge at him, but Seth dodged. Seth tried hitting him, but Damian reversed, setting him up for a Razors Edge, but his arm must’ve been too weak, causing him to drop Seth.

Seth hit him with a super kick, following a rolling elbow before hitting his famous curb stomp. Fans cheered loudly as he got the 3 count, retaining his title. Damian sat there like you, holding his head. He felt so disappointed in himself.

He didn’t stick around for long, escaping the ring and going backstage. He instantly went to the locker room, pacing back and forth. “Who’s going in there ‘cause it sure ain’t me.” Dominik was the first to say. “Well I’m not either.” Rhea said, turning to Finn. “Don’t look at me, mate. I’m not going either!”

You brushed past them, opening the door. “Babe?” Damian’s attention snapped to you. “Before you say anything, I know how it feels. I feel like I’m nothing.” You sat next to him, holding his hand. “First I wanna say I’m proud of you, and even though you didn’t win, you’re still my champion.”

Damian could hide the smile that came on his face. Even though he’s upset, you always manage to make his day. “I know it’s just, after all this time of doing nothing, I had one chance to be in the spotlight and I fucked it up.”

You nodded your head in agreement, knowing how he felt. “I understand, but think about it babe. Who were the fans out there watching? Who were the fans showing respect to at the end? Who did WWE choose to fight tonight?” It was an easy answer. “Me.”

“You know why?” He smiled once he figured what you were getting at. “Because you’re enough. Hate or love you, that match would’ve never happened if it wasn’t for you.” He pulled you in for a kiss.

Pulling back, you rested your forehead against each other’s. “You’re enough.” Damian was quick to correct you. “We’re enough.” He grabbed your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

[darbyallinsskateboard]

ke again Poly! Elite x wrestler reader where she is in a no DQ match and she brakes her nose like Britt ? love you stores and one-shots

This ones's going to be fun

Nose Problems (Poly! Elite x Wrestler! Reader)

The arena is pumped up as I walk out to my entrance music, raising my arms and listening to the crowd cheer for me, in that moment I felt untouchable, unstoppable, like I was on top of the world.

Ruby Soho didn't think that much and she showed that, I couldn't even finish my entrance before she pounced on to me and started punching me, I fight against her and try shove her off but she's too strong.

for some reason she got off of me, but that's when I felt two pairs of arms wrap around my arms and I struggle, of course Ruby brought Toni and Saraya out.

A sharp pain in my nose brings me out of my thoughts as I let out a blood curdling scream, blood already dripping from my nose, but Ruby keeps going, knee after knee to the face.

the referee soon comes over and splits us up noticing the obnoxious amount of blood and how uncomfortable I seem, Ref Aubrey reaches up to check my nose and I flinch, the ref puts her arms up in an 'X' sign signaling the match to end.

A medical team come from the back, at this point my gear is drenched in my own blood, so is Ruby's, I look over at her and see the guilt on her face, I look up the ramp to see four more figures come down.

Soon the medical staff is being pushed out of the way and through my blurry haze I see a familiar face "Kenny?" "Hey Jewel, just relax, don't waste your energy speaking to me" I just nod and look behind him to see rest of the boys, that is before I black out.

I open my eyes and groan the bright medical lights blinding me, I hiss as I cover my eyes and sit up, my nose had bandages around it, I look around and see the boys with their backs turned to me "Guys?"

"You're awake! we were so worried!" I smile at Nick's worried face "Hey calm down, it was just a broken nose, I've suffered much worse" "But now you wont be able to fight" "Nah, I can just be like Trish Stratus and wear a face mask!" "She's really dedicated to her job" the rest nod and I smile.

"Ow, it hurts to smile" they chuckle "Alright angel face, lets get you out of here" Suddenly Adam hikes me over his shoulder and I squeal, laughing as the boys walk me out

"Who wants ice cream?" "me!" and we get to the car, I don't even know if medical cleared me but hey! free ice cream.

A/N I kind of forgor I had people who actually read my fanfics

[y2kstratusfaction]

🕊𓍢ִ໋ requests are OPEN !!

my name is 𝓂𝓊𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓁 (19, she/her)

i write x readers for 1990s - 2000s wrestlers ! some wrestlers include: cody rhodes, edge, randy orton, eddie guerrero, jeff hardy, kane, triple h, shawn michaels, undertaker, razor ramon, diesel, lita, trish stratus, chyna, stephanie mcmahon, many more!

if you would like to request then pls specify if you want the reader to be fem, male, or gender neutral !!

i also post gifs and other stuff !!

[aritamargarita]

Hey bestie, it’s been a while!! I hope your well💗 I saw requests were open and this idea came to me after watching some old segments. Could you do a love triangle between reader, trish stratus, and Jeff Hardy?☺️

hey bestieee im doing well!!! it's been a while indeed :). hope you're doing well too! so sorry this took a while! BUT THIS REQUEST...i can't explain how good this sounds LMAO I WAS LIKE “AHHHH—“...i may have gotten a little out of hand with the sadness on this one? i also kinda based it off this chart , with jeff as A, reader as B, trish as C. reader’s feelings for trish are conflicting and she kinda doesn’t think they’re real, therefore this is very jeff centered. and also kayfabe compliant lol

you guys can have an imagine..as a treat :3 alexa, pls set the tone for us *lights dim dramatically*

YOU FELT SUFFOCATED whenever they were around. You hate Jeff. You hate Trish. You hate both of them. You hate how close they are and you wish they could never see each other again....but sometimes wishes can’t be granted.

"Trish Stratus..she's just horrible, isn't she?"

Victoria’s voice comes from behind you. She sets a neatly manicured hand onto your right shoulder and leans into your ear. “I mean, just look at them.”

You didn’t want to look and she realizes this. Her hand reaches over to grab your face to forcefully turn it in their direction.

They’re standing there, holding hands and talking to each other with the biggest smiles in the world.

“Doesn’t it just make you sick? They’re rubbing it in your face, [Name].” Victoria says. “If I were you, I’d take that pretty little face….and smash it right against the mat.”

You sigh.

Her words were clearly fueled by hate. This wasn’t advice, this was just because she hated Trish. You don’t think you’ll ever get the reason as to why. Even when you accidentally walked in on one of her meltdowns and she babbled to you about how horrible she was, you were still at a loss.

“Just because you have a vendetta against her doesn’t mean that I do. She’s my—“

“We can see it in your eyes!” Stevie Richards appears from out nowhere, startling you. You’re trying to do your makeup, goddamn it. Why’d they have to come and bother you?

You whip your head around to your right. Stevie’s staring at you with nothing but a grin. He sets his hand on your left shoulder and shakes it lightly.

“C’mon. Everyone, and I mean everyone, knows you have a thing for that Hardy guy! Flower is right. I’m sure they make you sick!

Tch. Yeah, right. The only thing that everyone knows is that him and Trish were madly in love all of a sudden. And now that you think about it, the only thing that makes you sick was Stevie always calling Victoria that cheesy nickname.

“Hardy boy,” You correct. “And I don’t have a thing for him.”

You can see the reflection of the other two in the mirror. They’re not very convinced.

It’s not a thing. It never was a thing, you just think Jeff is pretty neat.

To put it in perspective, Jeff Hardy is someone you can rely on. Jeff Hardy is someone you can consider a hero. You really just think he’s neat for saving your neck a few times when it came to people ganging up on you.

And somehow, you feel like you owe him something in return. Him being with Trish only stalled your returning favor even further.

It’s driving you crazy. You haven’t talked to Jeff in days. All you do is avoid him. In other words, you’ve quit him, gone cold turkey.

Those two were getting closer and closer day by day and you just didn’t understand why.

Trish was your friend, best friend, and hadn’t even told you what was going on. The moment you heard the she kissed him right in the middle of the ring had made you really confused, to say the least.

Somehow, you felt yourself harboring some feelings for her as well. It was strange. You don’t really know why, but when Trish had started to tag with you, save you, (stating that she didn't want to see her friend in trouble), and hung around with you backstage, you started to think about her more often.

Things are difficult with her around. Things are difficult with the both of them around.

It’s the reason why you stopped talking to him and limited your interactions with her. This was for your own sanity, even if it wasn’t working out so well.

It truly is hard to believe you could find yourself in this situation.

Lita would constantly tell you how much Jeff missed you. For someone who was supposed to be “resting“and “healing up” because of her injury, she sure was hanging out backstage a lot more lately.

What makes matters worse is that her and Trish were best friends as well, so you’d occasionally hear her pass along messages. Ugh, you really wish she would stop telling you these things. It only makes you feel worse.

“I think you’re lying, [Name].” Victoria outright says. “You like him, no, love him. And seeing that plastic, fake, no good…” She has to stop herself from getting too wound up, taking a breath. “Seeing her makes you angry, doesn’t it?”

She’s right. You hate that she’s right. It does make you angry, but it makes you more sad than anything. You won’t admit it. You refuse.

“What makes me angry is the both of you trying to wind me up.” You throw your lip gloss to the ground. “Let me clarify. I do not and never will have a thing for Jeff Hardy!”

Perhaps your voice was louder than anticipated because suddenly, the hallway had gotten quiet. You had attracted unwanted attention, including looks from Trish and Jeff.

You take a deep breath. Victoria didn’t even know the whole story, so there’s no reason for you to act like this. As long as she hasn’t caught on about your thoughts about Trish, everything is fine and dandy.

Victoria only lets out a cackle, as does Stevie. They just couldn’t help it! The look on your face was just hilarious and you couldn’t have been anymore obvious with your true intentions about him.

Though you want to ask them what the hell was so funny, you realize there’s nothing you can do to save face, so you just storm off. You don’t think you can ever show your face backstage again after that.

The sound of footsteps behind you cause you to stop. “If the both of you are following me, I swear to god, I’ll—“

“It’s neither.” It’s Trish, all dressed up in her red ring gear. Her and Jeff were both dressed up, actually. “Were they bothering you? I can deal with them if you need.”

You wave your hand. “No, it’s no big deal.” In response, she gives you a smile, one that genuinely makes you feel sick.

There’s suddenly a strange tension in the room as Trish lifts up her hand to bite on her index fingernail. There are little details that you feel like you hadn’t noticed about her before in that moment, irrelevant as it was.

The way she curled her hair was different. Maybe it was the amount of lipgloss she applied, which seemed significantly noticeable.

The look on her face gives you the impression she’s not nervous at all, if anything, she seems a bit gleeful. “…So,” You feel like you already know what’s coming as she speaks up. “…I didn’t know you had a thing for Jeff…?”

There’s a teasing tone behind her voice, which makes you just want to quite literally leave the country and change your name. Dramatic, yes, but you feel like this is too much.

“Jeff is,” You have to pause for a minute, trying to phrase things carefully. “He’s cool. What brought you to that conclusion? I don’t have a thing for him..”

Trish probably couldn’t tell that you were in denial. “For one, your obvious yelling in the hallway. But if you say you don’t, I believe you.”

And speak of the devil, because he starts to come over to you two without a care in the world. He reaches out to hold Trish’s hand and you have to turn your attention anywhere but there.

“Hey, [Name].” Jeff greets. Honestly, he’s happy to see you. It’s been too long since you’ve spoken to him.

“Hi.” You come off bitter, but you do your best to mask any of it with a forced smile.

For some reason, Jeff feels like he’s over the moon, even if you had only greeted him. “How are you doing? Lita told me that you weren’t doing so well.“

“She’s not?” Trish turns over to look at you with a frown. “You aren’t? What’s wrong?”

Fucking Lita, again with this! This is exactly why you wish she’d just be quiet. You found yourself in a really awkward place because of her. “She’s wrong. I’m fine, like way fine.”

Jeff nods. On another note, he smelt like so much paint. If you looked closely enough, it was almost like it was fresh. You point this out in attempt to shift the topic. “You painted yourself again, huh? The colors are nice,”

The compliment you had given him about the colors had made him feel as if he was getting somewhere.

“Yeah. Sooner or later, I’ve gotta paint something on you. Pick any color and I’ll do it. Wherever you want.” He says. “You’re the canvas.”

Trish smiles. “He’s really good at it. But he’s also really good at getting it all over me..” She giggles, looking down at her hand.

There was definitely chemistry and you feel like you don’t belong. It pains you. “Hey, I just noticed. Do you two have a match tonight or something?”

“We do!” Trish chimes. “It’s funny you say that. It’s against Victoria and Stevie Richards. Don’t worry, we’ll kick their butt for you. Speaking of which, I think we have to go to gorilla. Let's go, Jeff.”

“Have a good match.” You wave. They both thank you and leave you be, but you can see them talking on their own as they head down the corridor.

You’re alone with your thoughts once more, that is until a sickeningly sweet voice had made you groan.

“Oh sweet, sweet [Name].” Victoria coos, reaching over to caress your cheek. You swipe her hand away and she laughs. “I think that was so rude. The audacity of him, right? Just showing up with her like that in front of you.”

You just stare at her.

She continues on, knowing that she’s got you right where she wants. “Now that you know we have a match against them...come with us.”

It sounds more like a command than a request and she’s smiling all the while. “Having them lose would make them feel like they’ve lost everything."

Is that really true? No, is that what you really want? You're hesitant. “I don’t know, it seems a little—“

She quickly cuts you off. “You can trust me, [Name]. We’re friends.”

Friends. You’ve heard that word a lot lately. But you feel as if you had no other choice, you had to trust Victoria. So, you end up following her to gorilla in hopes of getting what you want.

When it was your turn, commentary referred to you as something akin to a lost puppy. You were clearly hesitating, taking painfully slow steps down the ramp.

Stevie has to rush back to grab you by the arm and pull you down the ramp a bit faster, which makes you yelp. “Ow, ow, ow! You’re grabbing me too tight—!” He pays no mind to your complaint, instead presenting you to the duo in the ring as if you were a trophy.

Trish and Jeff were confused. Really confused. Why were you out here with them? The two pass whispers amongst each other while Stevie joins Victoria in the ring.

You can’t look them in the eye, so you try and focus on Stevie as he’s the one to start the match with Jeff. As soon as they lock up, you let out a shrill for Stevie.

It almost makes Jeff break it up, so Stevie quickly takes advantage and stiffs him a bit. You lean your head onto the apron. It's going to be a long one..

So far, Victoria and Stevie weren’t doing too well. Trish and Jeff were completely dominating them and it makes you irritated. You want to help them out a bit. It’s Victoria and Trish in the ring while Jeff and Stevie were going at it outside.

Trish irish whips Victoria into the corner, and the latter brings up her knee to slam right into Trish’s face. As a rebound, Trish decides to hit the Stratusphere once Victoria starts to climb onto the top rope.

Alright, you can’t keep watching anymore. You absolutely have to interfere! Once she grabs her from off of the ground and starts heading towards the rope, you already know she’s about to do Stratusfaction.

In an attempt to stop her, you hop up onto the apron. The referee tries to stop you from getting in in the meanwhile. It’s clear that she hesitates coming towards your side, which gives Victoria enough time to try and reverse it into a Widow’s Peak.

Trish is able to maneuver her way back out of it though, much to your surprise. And instead of hesitating any further, she grabs Victoria by the back of her hair and uses you as leverage for her finisher. It hurt like hell once you hit the ground.

…Actually, you may have landed wrong. Almost immediately, a shot of pain had shot up your right leg, making you curl up and grab onto it. The crowd to let out a gasp.

‘[Name] falling off the apron, by god, that was a nasty fall!’ JR calls. ‘This may be bad news!’

On the other side of him, Jerry cries out. ‘Oh no! Come over here, [Name]! I’ll nurse it better!’

You don’t know what sucks more, the sound of the bell ringing along with Trish’s theme music or the fact you may have been injured. What if you’re taken off of TV? You feel like you’ll have to share your time off with Lita, who would probably drive you insane the entire time.

This is really bad. What starts to make it worse is that Stevie starts to stomp over to you. You can barely stand, which makes him yank you up harshly. He guided you over to the ring and pushed you in.

Now, you’ll have to answer to Victoria. As you try and use the ropes to get up, she stands over you, jabbing a finger in your face. “What the hell was that, [Name]?!”

“I was trying to help you!” It’s safe to say you’re afraid of Victoria right now. She's so unstable, you hated to be on her bad side. "I was!"

"We LOST!" She screams. "That bitch won! And it's all because of you! Guess what?! You're going to pay!"

Shit. Stevie grabs you and lifts you up, keeping you in a hold so that he’s got your arms hooked behind you. Victoria felt that she had no other choice but to punish you.

She reels her arm back in preparation. On instinct, you close your eyes.

…But nothing ever comes. You hear the crowd begin to cheer louder and you open your eyes to see that Trish had slid back into the ring and knocked her down. They move out of the ring, giving the other two enough space.

Of course, Jeff came back, easily maneuvering over to you and Stevie. He lets you go and you crash onto the ground, only able to watch them go at it.

Your leg was definitely busted. You can barely move! Luckily, the fight between the boys in the ring hadn’t last too long. Stevie rolls out of the ring to escape, while Jeff quickly comes over to you.

“Ya’ alright?”

"Besides my leg feeling like it's broken, sure, I'm alright." You sarcastically remark. He starts to walk and you try to hop along with him. “Dude, you’re going to have to slow down.”

“Sorry.” He quickly apologizes, slowing his speed so that you’re comfortable. You note that he’s not as harsh as Stevie was. He’s trying to guide you to the very edge of the ring.

…But he suddenly stops halfway before you get there. “What’re you doing?” You ask.

Jeff doesn’t reply.

Will he’ll regret this later? It didn’t matter. Before you can question him again, he reaches over to grab your face and brings you in for a quick kiss.

You don’t even know what to do. It was so fast, you didn’t even get the opportunity to decide whether you wanted to kiss back or not.

Perhaps it’s a random act of kindness. Maybe even an act of sympathy? You’re not even sure. You just look dumbfounded.

That’s the first time he’s ever done that. He goes back to helping you out of the ring without a word and you feel like it’s for the best.

Somehow, you have to fight the growing smile on your face, despite how much guilt may lie beneath.

Jeff Hardy is a strange individual, that’s for sure. But you know that he’ll always be a hero at the end of the day.

[south-of-heaven]

could I request something where Trish and lita like return to wwe to wrestle with the reader or to protect the reader from someone

Time to rock & roll || Trish Stratus x Reader

Summary: Damage Ctrl have ganged up on you in the rumble. Not for much longer though.

The Royal Rumble is in full swing, the chaos and excitement filling the arena. You're holding your own in the ring, but suddenly, the odds turn against you. The members of Damage CTRL have ganged up, isolating you with no support in sight.

You're grappling with the situation, trying to fend off the relentless attacks, when the countdown for the next entrant begins. The anticipation in the air is palpable. With each second, hope builds that the new entrant might tip the scales in your favor.

Suddenly, the arena erupts with the familiar strains of Trish Stratus's entrance music. The crowd roars as she makes her way down the ramp, running full speed to get to the ring. The atmosphere shifts as her presence electrifies the audience.

Trish slides into the ring, and a collective gasp ripples through the crowd. The members of Damage CTRL pause, momentarily taken aback by the sudden turn of events. Trish wastes no time; she goes on the offensive, unleashing a flurry of strikes that scatter your assailants.

You lock eyes with Trish, gratitude and determination reflected in both your gazes. The tide has turned, and together, you and Trish stand against Damage CTRL. The audience cheers, rallying behind the unexpected alliance.

The ring becomes a battleground, but with Trish by your side, the odds are no longer insurmountable. The two of you weave through the chaos, eliminating opponents one by one. The cheers from the crowd grow louder with each elimination, their support echoing through the arena.

As the final entrant makes their way to the ring, the damage is done. You and Trish stand tall, victorious against the odds. The crowd erupts into cheers and applause, celebrating the resilience and teamwork displayed in the face of adversity.

Trish extends a hand to you, a silent acknowledgment of the bond forged in the heat of battle. Together, you both share a moment of triumph, proving that even in the unpredictable chaos of the Royal Rumble, allies can emerge when you need them most.

[smartycvnt]

Lazy Monday

Title: Lazy Monday

Pairing: Trish Stratus x Reader

Summary: Ash and Trish enjoy a Monday morning by themselves.

Word Count: 445

Warnings: none

Trish rubbed at her eyes as she made her way down her hallway. There were no sounds of children running around or any noise at all. She knew that something had to be up, but Trish wasn't awake enough to deal with it. For the time being, she was content to enjoy the peace and quiet.

"Morning," Ash greeted as soon as she saw Trish. There were no children in the living room, which surprised Trish because she hadn't heard either one of her boys snoring.

"Why is is so quiet out here?" Trish asked. Ash laughed at the question, but wasn't surprised. Trish had really gone hard in the gym the other night, and Ash didn't know it was possible for someone to sleep as hard as her wife had through the night.

"I took them to school. It's almost 11. Don't worry about cooking anything because I've got a food order coming," Ash told Trish. Trish took a moment to process all of that information before she decided to join Ash on the couch. They laid there together peacefully until Trish reached for Ash's coffee cup. "Hey, get your own."

"No, you can share. I do believe that I recognize that Blue Jays jersey you've got on," Trish said. Ash relented since she really didn't want to have to ever give that back to Trish. It seemed to fit her perfectly, which was a difficult thing to come by in Trish's closet. At least it was with clothing that Ash deemed to be truly comfortable.

"I guess I can part with a couple of sips," Ash relented. Trish smirked as she drank the coffee. It was much too sweet for her taste, but Trish wasn't going to complain about coffee she didn't have to make. "So, what do you want to do today?"

"Lay here with you until we have to get the kids. You're so soft and comfortable, and I'm not too big to admit that you're nice to look at," Trish said.

"You're not too bad yourself," Ash flirted. Trish leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the tip of Ash's nose. "The wardrobe definitely helps my case a bit."

"Honestly, you look better in my clothes than I do." Ash blushed at the compliment. "I almost wouldn't even mind parting with that because it looks so good on you."

"Almost?" Ash asked. Trish nodded as she slipped her hands underneath Ash's shirt. Ash let Trish pull the jersey off of her before she pulled Trish down to cuddle. Trish turned in Ash's arms to press a couple of kisses against her shoulders and collarbone before she settled down to relax.

[judgementdaysunshine]

Caffeine withdrawal

Pairing: Lita x Fem reader x Trish Stratus

Description: The girls help you deal with your withdrawal from caffeine due to your anxiety

The migraine in your head was killing you as you get ready and leave for work as you wait for the girls to come home from being on the road wrestling god how you wished they were home just to cuddle with them right now. You groan in pain when you came home from having worked the past four days straight and in so much pain changing and laying in bed crying in pain as the girls walked in going upstairs to find you under the covers in hearing your muffled cries "What's the matter baby?" you basically tell them through pained cries saying your head was pounding and you were so tired feeling that the energy was basically drained out of you being pulled into Lita's arms while Trish went downstairs to grab you a water noticing the box of soda in the fridge still full when normally throughout the past few weeks you would drink a few which worried the girls when you'd drink three in the same day get you awake and have energy grabbing ibuprofen as well before going back upstairs to find lita lightly massaging your temples to help "Have you had any soda?" you shake your head remembering that you hadn't had any soda in over seven days having soda the last night the girls were home before leaving "You're basically in withdrawal babe" after taking ibuprofen you eat some leftover pasta. You get back into drinking soda learning how to manage and control the consumption going from stress drinking three or four throughout five days you had gone down drastically only drinking two throughout a whole week which the girls were proud of that you controlled your caffeine habit and your stress in better ways without drinking tons of soda or comfort eating using other ways to handle your stresses and anxieties and the girls help you always being by your side with supportive words, snuggles, and love feeling your heart swell at how much they truly loved you never having anyone love you in the way and as much as they loved you with all their hearts knowing that you wanted to spend your life with them if your search for rings didn't say that than the unconditional love did.

[rawiswhore]

Various Wrestlers, Actors x Fem Reader- "Sometimes A Fantasy"

You have many fantasies that can come true, but the problem is some of the men in these fantasies can't be with you because they don't look like how they used to and these men were in alternate wrestling companies where they weren't allowed to be in the wrestling company you're currently in.

One fantasy that you have is playing strip poker with Shawn Michaels in 1997, late 1997/early 1998 DX era Triple H/Hunter Hearst Helmsley, Rob Van Dam, Jeff Hardy, Christian Cage when he had long hair, Scott Hall from WCW, Chris Jericho when he had long hair and no facial hair, Nova from ECW (when he doesn't have black marker drawn on his face and blue face paint), Tommy Rogers from the Fantastics, Leif Cassidy when his hair looks good and doesn't have a handlebar moustache, Brian Pillman in 1996, Sam Houston during the 1990's (he's Jake "The Snake" Roberts' half brother), and maybe even Don Johnson from "Miami Vice" in the late 1980's (or early 1970's) and John Ritter during his "Three's Company" days when he'd have long hair.

Although, you're unsure whether or not if Tommy Rogers should look like how he did in his late 1990's ECW run or during his late 1980's Fantastics days.

There are other men---mostly wrestlers---you could invite to this strip poker game, like Raven from ECW and WCW, Jim Powers from WCW, Jerry Lynn during his late 1997/early 1998 ECW run, Billy Gunn in 1997, and Val Venis/Sean Morley, etc. before he cut his hair.

Maybe you can even have some older pro wrestlers from the past in this fantasy, like Rowdy Roddy Piper in the late 1980's and early 1990's when he had long hair (and in this fantasy, he looks like how he looked on his appearance on "The Super Mario Brothers Super Show"), Michael "P.S." Hayes in the early 80's before he grew facial hair, and Terry Taylor during the 1980's.

The possibilities are endless.

During this fantasy, you're dressed in some outfit standing near a table while these aforementioned wrestlers are circling around that table playing strip poker.

Shawn, Triple H, Christian Cage and just all about all of these listed men all have their long hair hanging down because they look so good with their hair down.  

I don't know how to play strip poker, I've never played it myself, but this strip poker fantasy involves you shedding out of your clothes, where those listed male wrestlers happily leer and stare at you as you undress, and underneath your outfit you reveal you're wearing one of those silky vintage teddies that's a mixture of a chemise and short shorts attached---similar to the teddies women on "Three's Company" wore---and then eventually you shed that teddy off of yourself until you're completely naked.

Of course some of those other male wrestlers take their clothes off during strip poker.

Your strip poker fantasy is similar to that infamous moment in the year 2000 where Test and Albert played strip poker with Trish Stratus and APA, where Trish removed her clothes until she was naked.

You'd actually rather wear a silky vintage teddy rather than just wear some outfit covering it in this fantasy.

You've played strip poker with many male professional wrestlers---Shawn Michaels, Hunter Hearst Helmsley/Triple H, Jeff Hardy, Rob Van Dam, Brian Pillman, Tommy Rogers, Christian Cage, Sean Morley/Val Venis, Leif Cassidy, Chris Jericho, Scott Hall, etc.

In fact, you have fulfilled your dream of playing strip poker with some of these men, which includes you walking around this circle as these men play and removing your clothes until you're wearing a teddy and then taking your teddy off to reveal you're stark naked.

You even played strip poker in the ring with Shawn Michaels and Triple H on "Monday Night Raw" at the end of 1997.

But...when you played strip poker sometimes in 1997 with Shawn, Hunter, Rob, Jeff, Tommy, Brian, etc., Scott Hall wasn't there, Chris Jericho wasn't there, Nova from ECW wasn't there, Leif Cassidy wasn't there.

There also have been times you've played strip poker where you've held cards.

Should certain male wrestlers like Scott Hall be in this strip poker fantasy of yours?

He's definitely sexy.

If this fantasy was real, it would be a lot of people playing strip poker.

Speaking of men staring at you, one fantasy you have is you strutting to the ring in the WWF.

As you strut to the ring dressed in some sexy outfit--like Sunny's outfit she wore on "Monday Night Raw" at the beginning of 1997 when she arm wrestled Marlena---Shawn Michaels circa 1997, Hunter Hearst Helmsley or late 1997/early 1998 Triple H, Rob Van Dam, Jeff Hardy, Christian Cage when he had long hair, Scott Hall, Nova from ECW (likewise, when he doesn't have facial hair, black marker drawn on his face and even a blue diamond painted over one of his eyes), Chris Jericho with long hair and without facial hair, Leif Cassidy when his hair looks good and doesn't have a handlebar moustache, late 1980's Tommy Rogers (or late 1990's), Michael P.S. Hayes in the early 80's, Roddy Piper in the late 80's and early 90's when he had long hair (and his long hair actually looked good and he didn't have bangs), Jim Powers from WCW, and Terry Taylor in the 80's.

Each of those men all look good in this fantasy, Shawn, Triple H/Hunter, Christian Cage, etc. all letting their long hair hang down.

You've thought of adding more men, like Raven from ECW and WCW, ECW's Stevie Richards in 1996, and Jerry Lynn at the end of 1997 and beginning of 1998.

But are some of these wrestlers you aren't sure if they're handsome enough.

There aren't just male wrestlers in this audience, some other men in the audience include John Ritter during the late 1970's and early 1980's (when he doesn't have short hair), Don Johnson from "Miami Vice" in the late 1980's (and maybe the early 1970's), maybe 90's MTV VJ John Sencio, and Richard Tyson in the movie "3 O'Clock High".  

There's other men that could be added there, like some male porn stars like Biff Malibu, Jay Serling in the 80's (when his hair is long and he doesn't have facial hair) and Gerry Pike

Either way, these listed men are in the audience as you're strutting down to the ring, some of these men are even standing front row.

While you stroll down to the ring as your entrance music plays, blowing some of these men kisses and waving at them with one of your hands, these aforementioned men are holding their barenaked penises out of their pants and masturbating them, where these men are jerking off to you.

Many of these men are happily cheering for you and giving you those corny "wolf whistles" as they're called.

But you care more about them masturbating to you.

When you walk up the little stairs to the ring, you show yourself off as you're standing in the ring, basically practically acting like Sunny.

You're holding on to the top rope and leaning your head back while your eyes are gazing at these men masturbating to you.

Your inspiration for having these men masturbate to you came from reading about how the 1970's all female rock band the Runaways had hype that men were masturbating to them in the front row, as well as how men in the audience masturbated to female burlesque performers in the 1930's and 1940's.

You actually have acted out your fantasy by lining up Shawn, Hunter/Triple H, Jeff, Rob, Tommy, Christian Cage, Brian Pillman, Leif Cassidy, etc. in the front row as you strut down to the ring and flirt with these men watching front row as those aforementioned wrestlers cheer and masturbate to you.

But likewise, when you acted out this fantasy, there were men in the audience that weren't there, including some male actors.

Here's the last fantasy you have, which I hope you people won't find problematic.

One fantasy you have involves you dressed up in a school cheerleader uniform, and as you're wearing this uniform, you stroll to the boys' locker room and enter it.

Inside this locker room is Don Johnson during the 1970's when he had long hair (and doesn't have facial hair), Jeff Hardy in the late 1990's (although even in the year 2000 is good as well), Leif Cassidy in 1996 (when he doesn't have a handlebar moustache), Sam Houston during the 1990's, Chris Jericho when he doesn't have facial hair and long hair, Richard Tyson in "Three O'Clock High", Raven from ECW and WCW, Christian Cage with long hair, Nova from ECW (without the facial hair he had in the year 2000 and beard and glasses drawn with sharpie marker), and even wrestlers like Hunter Hearst Helmsley/late 1997 and early 1998 Triple H, Shawn Michaels in 1997, Brian Pillman in 1996, Rob Van Dam, and maybe even Scott Hall and Tommy Rogers during his late 1980's Fantastics days.

When you're inside this locker room, these aforementioned men are all standing and crowding in front of the lockers, and these men's eyes are all turned to you once you enter the room.

Their faces light up and they greet you as you enter the room.

You walk closer to them with a grin on your face, and you know how horny teenage boys can get.

While some of these men don't really look like teenagers in this fantasy, you're letting these men roleplay as teenage boys.

And some of them really do look like teenagers.

Because teen boys are so horny, you stand in front of these men where you hook your thumbs under your top, and you pull and raise your top up and expose your barenaked breasts to them, where these men all stare at and ravel at your bare chest.

Their eyes are hooked to your tits and won't look away.

Many of them are even cheering.

They wish they could have teen girls in the locker room, but that would drive their hormones wild.

Why do you think teen girls can't dress provocatively at school?

There are other outfits out there that you could wear to entice these men, like dressing as a naughty schoolgirl.

You have roleplayed this fantasy where you've invited male wrestlers like Hunter/Triple H, Shawn, Leif Cassidy (before he grew a handlebar moustache), Rob, Jeff Hardy, Raven, Christian Cage, Nova, etc. to a locker room where they stand in front of the lockers and you walk in dressed as a naughty schoolgirl or cheerleader while they roleplay as horny teen boys, where of course you raise your top up and flash them, and this fantasy ends with you having sex with these men in the showers.

But there were many men that weren't in this scenario because they were too young (the Young Bucks), they don't look like they used to look like (Don Johnson) and they were in other wrestling companies (Scott Hall).

You would have some current male wrestlers in these fantasies, like Adam Page, Dean Ambrose in the 2010's, Adam Cole in the early 2010's and the Young Bucks before they grew facial hair.

But these wrestlers were too young when these fantasies were set.

Adam Page, the Young Bucks and Dean Ambrose were underage young boys in the 1990's.

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