#wwe preferences

[fuckingheartgames]

Tagging with Kane and Xpac as a Diva (Headcanon)

For these headcanons Xpac never betrayed Kane

• being asked by Xpac, because nearly every Tag-Team has a diva (and because he thinks you're hot)

• accompanying them to the ring and cheering them on

• trying to solve their issues peacefully

• having to earn Kanes trust

• proving Kane that you won't betray him by fending off interruptions during his match even against your friends/former Tag-Team partners

• babysitting Xpac when you go to bars or pubs

• Xpac flirting with you (to tease or because he's crushing)

• sitting with Kane (if he trusts you) when he needs a little company

•  soothing Kane into mild physical contact (no full-on hugs at first but a High-five is just enough)

• if you had troubles with male wrestler, not anymore The Big Red Machine is always close by

• if you're more introverted Xpac will bring you out of your shell a little more

• having Xpac giving everyone that gives you trouble a mouthful

• getting targeted by The Undertaker and his ministry (later on by the Corporate Ministry) because he wants Kane to join him and you're in the way of that

• knowing you can count on your partners

-Jamie

[aritamargarita]

GOLDEN || 003

*walks in* heyyy..how y’all doin….i fixed this too. since there’s only three chapters its easy for me to go back and change the layout YIPPEEEE...now i just wanna say i may make a special chapter where [name] goes back to ecw just to fuck around so if y’all have any underrated wrestlers feel free to scream at me to bring them in!!

now i know i was supposed to post a request but it’s just. ITS NOT REASY y’all im sorry it’s coming i swear. bret hart is next then probably undertaker if everything goes well. i been doing my best. did not really like this chapter but i think it’s because i kept reading it over and over.

now watch me do this sick kick flip

YOU’RE STILL PISSED off from Marlena’s attack. You’re starting to get even more pissed because Shawn wasn’t putting you down...this is a rough start, but you’re going to fix things one way or another.

BACKSTAGE // 7:57 PM

You needed to find Marlena. You had to get her back for even thinking that she could get the best of you.

But it’s hard to do that when Shawn tossed you over his shoulder.

Normally, you’d enjoy this, but you were way too pissed off to function. There’s only one way to settle this. Only one way to be released from Shawn’s hold…….

“HELP!” You scream. “D-GENERATION X IS KIDNAPPING ME! THEY’RE TRYING TO GET ME! SHAWN MICHAELS I—“

Shawn just starts laughing at you at first. “JUST KIDDING!” He yells, just so any concerned ears can hear him. “SHE’S JUST BEING DRAMATIC!” He uses his foot to kick open the locker room door.

“Put me down!” You yell, wrangling in Shawn’s grasp. You’re now backstage, but you were about to run away to find Marlena for round two.

“You want me to put you down?” You don’t see it, but Shawn spares a glance at Chyna, motioning his head towards you. “Fine, then. Next time, try to behave. Or else I’ll have to spank ya’!” He does, setting you down onto the ground.

It takes a moment for you to regain balance, but you pull it together. “Thank you!” You sigh out in exasperation.

You take one look around the room with a nod……before turning on your heel and making a run for it out of there. 

Chyna moves quickly, reaching out to you in an attempt to grab the back of your shirt. She catches your collar, but accidentally jams her nail into your back while doing so.

Both of you yelp in pain. That shit really hurt!

“Ha! I knew she’d do that.” Shawn snaps his fingers. “Hunter, told you I was clairvoyant.”

“…I kinda believe you.” Hunter responds, actually swayed that his friend might be psychic.

“Anyone could’ve seen it from a mile away.” Chyna says, rolling her eyes. She, on the other hand, wasn’t swayed at all. They’re just stupid. She adjusts her grip on you and instead wraps her arm around your neck.

You were kind of scared. Hopefully, she wouldn’t choke you out. Jeez.

“Oooh, you smell really nice.” You comment with a smile. You could’ve swore she mumbled a ‘thanks’, but you weren’t entirely sure. “What is that, vanilla?”

The man in the tuxedo steps forward, clearing his throat and capturing everyone’s attention. “Let’s focus, here. I’m sure you know everyone in the room, [Name]. Except for me. My name is Rick Rude. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He holds his hand out for you to shake.

You try turning your head at an awkward angle to expectantly stare at Chyna for a moment and she looks at you.

Sighing, she adjusts her hold to be a little lighter so you can shake his hand, but she goes right back to putting her arm around your neck after you do so.

“Raaaaaavishing Rick Rude, mind you!” Shawn elongates the vowel for dramatic effect.

“I knew you looked familiar!” You chime, pointing a finger at him with a smile. “You wanted to fuck with Shane Douglas! And didn’t you spank Francine?”

Rick chuckles. “Yep. That’s correct. But those days are going to be long behind me. I’ve become an insurance policy for this group, if you will. We’d like you to stay back and listen before you run away.”

You’re willing to listen, but as long as you get to Marlena in one piece. You’ll play their game for now. It’s not like you can go anywhere. “What is it? I promise I won’t run away. Please let me go, Chyna.”

“…Fine.” Chyna relents, letting you free but still backing up to guard the door so you couldn’t run.

He looks around the room for a second before turning back to you. “We want you to join D-Generation X. Creative gave us the go ahead.”

For some reason, it didn’t come as a big shock to you. You figured something would be up, especially since they dragged you all the way back here.

“Yeah, yeah, okay, I’ll join.” You agree, waving your hand. “I’m in….”

Hunter comes over and pats your shoulder with a grin. “Easier than I thought. Our first initiation process is for you to show us the goods.” He lifts his shirt up slightly to insinuate he wanted you to take yours off. “You know. The goods.”

……Wait, what?

“Show off the goods?” You repeat, looking around the room. “Did everyone have to do that here??” You weren’t entirely convinced, but now you were having ECW flashbacks.

“No.” Chyna cuts in. Thank god for Chyna! “They just think you’re an easy target.” If they tried doing that again, she’d knock them upside their head. At this rate, they were going to scare you off.

She’s not quite ready to admit it, but she’s thrilled there’d be another woman in this group.

To be honest, you liked Chyna. She was really serious but she seems really sweet under all of that armor she had up. You wonder if you could get her to go to the nail salon with you.

“Damn. It was worth a try.” Shawn mumbles, snapping his fingers. Those two definitely planned this before hand, tsk.

“Wonderful news!” Rick smiled at you, then slams his briefcase onto a table. “I’ve got papers for you to sign.” And boy, was it a lot of papers to sign. It was like you’re in college all over again.

What the hell did you just get yourself into?

BACKSTAGE // 8:10 PM

You never hated paperwork as much as you did right now. Even signing a contract for the WWF wasn’t that much. Rick Rude had you sign a surmount of papers. It got to the point where you didn’t even care, you were signing away. 

You wonder if you accidentally signed most of your estate to him because you weren’t paying attention. Oh well. It is what it is. If you get hurt or maybe even get hit by a bus, you’d probably get money for it! 

The more you’re backstage, the more you think about how things worked around here. Even just being by the ring, you got a general idea of how things were set up.

ECW had always been disorganized. Whenever it came to matches, there’d be a lot of people in the ring at one time, causing a lot of confusion at first. Most of the wrestlers (yourself included), have found a way to work around it, fortunately.

What you couldn’t find a way to work around was the fact your check would bounce every time you’d receive one in the mail. You hated that the most about working for ECW, so you hope WWF would pull it together.

The people were great, but you’ve got bills to pay. And clothes to buy.

D-Generation X had finally let you go, so you decided to wander around the halls. After what’s happened, you’ve lost most of your energy to even try and find Marlena. You’ll wait until she either comes to you or you come across her by coincidence.

It’s not worth the effort. Signing all those papers tired you out. It didn’t help that Shawn had been throwing crumbled up pieces of paper at the back of your head. Hunter thought it was absolutely hilarious too. Whatever.

You’re bored. Very, very bored.

They didn’t have anything for you to do yet. No gimmick, no interference besides the small appearance you did earlier. You’d rather watch paint dry than stick around. It’s probably best to call it a night and go back to the hotel.

You run a hand over your face. Yeah, you could definitely take a nap right about now. As you’re just sorting through your thoughts without a care in the world, you bump into a hard structure.

Luckily, it wasn’t some sort of foreign object! It was a person. Some guy who had his back turned to you!

Oh, no, nevermind. That makes it worse.

“Excuse me, I’m sorry.” You quickly apologize. “I just wanted to pass by.”

The man turns over to you, lightly brushing his hands on your elbows to sturdy you. “Hey, it’s fine.” He says. “As long as you didn’t fall over.”

You finally get a good look at him and..oh no. He’s pink. And he’s wearing sunglasses inside. But he’s pink. Shawn told you not to talk to the pink guys.

You walked yourself right into that.

“You look familiar. Do I know you?” He asks.

Well, you made your bed. Now it’s time to lie in it. Shawn was nowhere to be found anyway, so it’s not like he had to know. You just shrug. “Not sure. I’m from ECW. I’m new. I’m [Name], that’s all you need to know.” And with that, you put out your hand to shake.

“Heh. Right to the point, eh? I’m Bret. Bret Hart.” He takes your hand and firmly shakes it. “I actually think I’ve heard of you. One of the guys in the Foundation mentioned you.”

“Seriously? Who?” You ask, letting go of his hand. Could it have been someone you’ve worked with before? You’ve spoke with a lot of wrestlers and it’s hard to memorize most of their names.

“Brian Pillman. Strike any bells?”

Wait! Yes! It did indeed.

“Okay, yes. But I was too scared to even try and talk to him.” It was true. The guy was unhinged and so unpredictable that you had no clue if he’d even try and attack you or not.

In a sick way, you think he had a crush on you, too. He’d follow you around backstage, leave you dead bugs as a “gift”…it was just a whole other can of worms.

While you could definitely hang in the ring with the men……you didn’t want to send him home crying, of course.

“You’ve got it all wrong. He’s a pretty nice guy.” Bret takes off his sunglasses and shoves them into his pocket with a small smile. “You can take my word for it.”

If he’s here, you hope he’d have some change of heart. “You know what? I think I will. And if you’re wrong, I expect lunch.”

“Are you asking me out?” He outright asks. No! No, you weren’t! Shawn told you to not talk to the pink guys. (Which you’ve already failed..) No way. You’re not asking him out at all.

“Not exactly.” You say. “It’s just a deal. Lets say you’re right, I’ll buy you lunch! Fair trade, right?”

“Suppose so.”

You stand there for a little longer before remembering something. “Aren’t you in a match tonight? Against some guy named the Undertaker.”

“Sure am.” He confirms. “You want to come out and watch?”

It’s not like you had anything better to do. But at the same time, would Shawn tear you a new one?

Ah, who cares what he says. He doesn’t run your life, nor can he tell you who to hang with! You don’t even know why you agreed anyway.

Another man comes out of the room to your left, holding a huge Canadian flag. “Hey, bro!” His voice is as cheerful as ever, even bringing a tired smile to your face. “My match is next. You coming out to help?”

“Not tonight. Got my own match to worry about.” Bret responds.

The other guy looks at you curiously, but then looks down to the floor. He then gives you mischievous grin. “Hey, your left shoe is untied.”

“Oops.” You’re just about to lean down and tie it, but you remember…..you literally don’t have a left shoe since Chyna threw it in the crowd! “Very funny. You know, my shoe actually went to updog.”

He’s confused, shaking his head. He’s about to fall into the trap.

“Wait, what’s updog?”

“Nothing much. What’s up with you?” You respond with a smile. Bret snorts and the other guy can only shake his head.

“Okay, that was a good one!” He’s gotta give it to you, he’s never heard of that before. Perhaps you would become a good ally. For future endeavors of course, nothing involving pranking others.

“My name’s Owen. He’s my brother, but I’m the cooler one.”

“[Name].” You shake his hand too. Duly noted that he was the cooler one. “I can see that, I mean, he was wearing shades inside.”

Bret rolls his eyes playfully. “It’s a stylistic choice. You can try them on, if you want to. Check it out for yourself.”

Hell yeah, you wanted to try them on! It was all a facade. You thought it was a teeny tiny bit cool. “Hand em’ over!”

So he does, taking them out of his pockets and placing them into your hands. You do the honors of putting them on your face.

You feel like the whole world has changed. “Woah. It’s kinda dark in here now.”

Before you can say anything else, Shawn’s voice pops up out of nowhere. “Woah, woah, woah, what do we have here?” Did he show up from hell or something?? Was he following you?? What the hell.

“Trying to steal my teammate?” Shawn asks, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Man, never knew you would go so low.”

“Didn’t know she was apart of your little group of degenerates. What’s a pretty girl like this doing with you, Shawn?” Bret questions. “He didn’t pay you or something, did he?”

Should you take offense to that? “No, of course not. Why would he pay me?”

“I mean, someone like you with the likes of him…” He trails off.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Shawn raises an eyebrow and takes his arm off of you. “You got a problem with me?”

Owen sees that this isn’t going to end well. He steps in between them before Shawn could even walk forward. “Hey, hey. Let’s not do this right now.” Normally, he’d find this a bit funny, but he’s got a match in five minutes and he didn’t want to leave you with the carnage.

You’re right with him. You didn’t know why, but the tension between those two was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“Owen’s right,” You cut in, stepping in front of Shawn. “We could get in trouble if we fight in the hall. And I literally just got hired, so…”

“Tch.” Bret scoffs, his hostility coming to a boiling point. “You’ll be fine. Shawn here has Vince McMahon just wrapped around his finger. You could trash the place if you wanted to. As long as he’s around, believe me, you’ll keep a job.”

“We’re leaving.” Shawn abruptly says, taking you by the shoulders and leading you down the opposite side of the hall.

“Don’t guide me!” You complain. “I can walk fine by myself. What’s your deal anyway? Why’re you acting like that?”

“Because he’s just bitter.” He grumbled his answer. His behavior was a complete 360° from how he was earlier. You didn’t like it one bit. “I tell you not to talk to those guys, and what do you do? You go and talk to those assholes!”

You hold up a hand. “First, you better lower your tone. If you have any sense, then we’d go about this a mature way…”

Shawn’s not used to getting any backtalk from others, so he hesitated before speaking. “….I wouldn’t be getting loud if you just listened to what I said in the first place.”

You’re starting to get irritated with him. Yeah, he’s hot and all. Earlier you had no qualms with whatever he said, but his attitude is starting to bring you back to reality. “What do you care?? When is it ever that serious??”

“Because I asked you to! Isn’t that enough?”

“No! You sound stupid!” You stop walking, throwing your arms out. “Who do you think you are, telling me what to do like you own me?”

“You—It’s—“

You weren’t going to let him get a word out just yet. “You need me more than I need you guys, I promise that. I’m going to do what I want. If you trust me, you’d let me—“

It’s his turn to cut you off. “Alright, alright, you win.” He throws his hands up. You figure he doesn’t want to argue anymore and neither do you.

Hopefully you two have come to an understanding.

“You can do whatever you want. Just...be careful, I don’t want them to try and steal you away from us already.”

There it is. The truth. Or at least you think it is.

“No one’s going to steal me from anyone.” You say. “You’re worrying for no reason. I don’t want to go anywhere else right now. I’ll stay with you guys. Don’t have to throw a temper tantrum!”

Shawn seems to lighten up a bit. “Good, but it looked like you were the one who was going to have a temper tantrum.”

Be so fucking for real…

“Yeah, okay.” You just go along with it. Shawn swings his arm around your shoulder once more. “Damn, why’s it still so dark?!”

“You’ve got these still on.” He takes the sunglasses off of you. “Almost forgot, if you’re stayin’ with us, you’re cool with being in an intergender match next week, right?”

Fantastic.

pillman not being a loose canon in wwf? they are both mistaken. bret setting reader up LOLL. (their interaction will be next chapter i promise!!!!) is simp reader over???!!! had to scream “GIRL GET UP. GIRL GET UP…” cant let a man get the best of you💯‼️ #ispeakreal #talkaboutit #girlbossing101

and i find it hilarious in ecw you could have 1 (one) match going on with just two people then suddenly half the roster comes out like???? WHATS HAPPENING??????? WHERE DO I FOCUS????? watching ecw is like being on lsd

[inagetawaycarxo]

POST BREAKUP RUN-INS; 2

Warnings: angst, me listening to SOUR while writing this, more angst, roman's part is FULL ANGST, crying, broken hearts, Roman being an ass in Jey's part and his own part, as well as Drews, asshole!roman, mentions of cheating, insecurities, heartache, alcohol, Seth's part is short.

A/N: I may have listened to the SOUR album while writing this! 100% RECOMMEND YOU LISTEN TO IT [SPOTIFY HAS THE EXPLICIT VERSION]

i JUST REALIZED i NEVER POSTED PART TWO TO TUMBLR!

DREW MCINTYRE;

"You, okay?" Jey asked noticing that you were spaced out while he guided you to Roman's private locker room.

"Do you think I should talk to him; I mean the way he stared at me..." You spoke. As Jey and you walked into Roman's locker room.

Jey fought the urge to roll his eyes. He didn't why you were under Drew's spell. He broke your heart because you got drafted to smackdown while he stayed on raw. He couldn't even bother to try a long-distance relationship with you. In Jey's eyes Drew didn't deserve you or a second chance.

"He broke up with you because both of you were on different brands," Jey pointed out.

"I know but..." You sighed, but Jey cut you off.

"Y/n, if he cared about you, he wouldn't have broken up with you, he would have tried," Jey grumbled. Trying to prove a point to you. You must have forgotten all those nights you cried till you had no tears left to cry.

"What are you flapping your gums about?" Roman demanded. Rubbing his temple. Jimmy looked up from his phone, while Paul looked at Jey then at you, then back at Roman.

"Y/n ran into Drew and now she wants to get back with him, which I think is stupid," Jey grumbled. Making you roll your eyes.

Roman let out a huff. Rolling his eyes. Obviously, you forget how much it broke you when he dumped you.

Roman composed himself. Looking at you. Making your heart jump to your throat.

"He broke your heart, y/n, he couldn't be man enough to make it work, so he dumped you, broke your heart into pieces, you spent years trying to get over him, and now you want to get back together with him," Roman hissed out.

"But..." You gasped out. Heart thumping wildly against your ribcage.

"I'm not done talking yet, you are better off without him, he isn't a man," Roman spoke in a cold tone. Like he was lecturing you.

Roman got up. Walking over to you. He gently rested his hand on your cheek. Eyes looking into yours.

"I don't think your heart could take another heartbreak from him," Roman sighed, stroking your cheek before leaving his locker room. Leaving you standing confused. Paul followed him, as well as Jey. Jimmy trailed behind but stopped beside you.

"Y/n, don't listen to them, do what your heart tells you, if you want to be with him, then be with him," Jimmy spoke. Making you smile.

"Thanks, Jimmy," You beamed. Making him give you a playful wink before he left the room.

You quickly spun around. Opening the locker room door and walking out. Searching for Drew.

After about an hour of searching for him, you were about ready to give up. You couldn't find him. Cursing to yourself. Maybe Roman and Jey were right.

Pouting to yourself you hopped onto a crate. Wishing the world would swallow you whole. You didn't see Drew sit down next to you.

"Hey y/n, I'm surprised your guard dogs aren't around you," He joked. Making you look up. Surprise edged on your features.

"Drew," You gasped out. Mentally cursing yourself.

The two of you looked into each other's eyes for a minute or so of gazing into each other's eyes, both of you broke the silence at the same time.

"I want to give us another chance," Both of you spoke at the same time.

You smiled at his response. While he smiled back at you. Drew took a hold of your hand. Intertwining his fingers with yours. Your heartbeat beating a hundred miles. Butterflies swarming inside of your stomach.

"I shouldn't have broken up with you, these past few years have been torture," Drew spoke. As you starred at him.

"It's okay, all that matters now is that we want the same thing, and that's that we want to get back together, to give us another chance," You spoke. As Drew closed the space between him and you.

His other hand grabbing the side of your face. Lowering his lips down to yours. His warm lips pressing against yours softly. Eyes fluttering closed as he kissed you...

JEY USOS;

Jey let out a content sigh, as you snuggled into his bare chest. Both of you coming down from your high, after having multiple orgasms.

You traced his tattoo. Looking at a bruise of his in concern. Jey knew you weren't fond of Roman. Or his actions, in fact, you liked to call him a self-centred asshole. Telling Jey he is manipulating him.

"What's going on in that pretty little mind, well dirty mind?" Jey asked, winking at you on the last line.

You moved your head up, looking at him, to see him staring at you. You playfully rolled your eyes. Lightly swatting him. Jey let out a fake ow.

"I just... I wish your cousin wasn't so self-centred. He could come and save you when you get attacked by his opponents," You sighed. Pouting at him.

"Don't worry, babe," He replied. His hand cupping the side of your face.

"But I do, you get hurt, and he doesn't, it's hard not to," You sighed heavily. Jey had to distract you. He was still horny, so he thought why not go for another round.

"Let's not talk about my cousin, not when we can go for another round," He spoke, shifting his body so he was on top of you. Your heart rate accelerating a few beats.

"But..." You tried to speak but stopped you by putting his finger on your lips.

"Sh," Jey shushed you making you pout. Jey positioned the head of his cock with your entrance.

Before you could even protest, he entered you. Making a gasp escape your mouth. Jey smirked. Satisfied he got that reaction. Your hands gripped his forearms.

"See so much better than talking about Roman." Jey groaned out, as your walls clenched around him as he continued to slide into you till bottom out. Your legs wrapped around his waist.

What the two of you failed to notice was that Jimmy and Roman entered Jey's hotel room, walking in on Jey and you naked about to have sex.

"Yeah, let's not talk about me while you are fucking this whore, in fact, I thought the both of you broke up, please don't tell me she manipulated you into sleeping with her," Roman shouted. Voice booming.

You let out a slight scream. You could have sworn he locked the door. But the two of you were both driven by the lust for each other that the two of you didn't lock it. However, your shock disappeared at what he said. What a hypocrite, he was the one that was manipulating people.

"Uce," Jey hissed out. Covering him and you. Jimmy awkwardly adverted his eyes, while Roman just glared at you. You glared back at Roman.

"We wouldn't have broken up if you didn't manipulate him," You hissed out. Giving him an icy glare. Which he shot right back at you.

"Babe," Jey gasped out. Roman scoffed.

"You are such a brat," Roman growled out.

"Least I don't let my cousins do my dirty work or get injured because I couldn't be bothered to save them," You hissed out.

"You wouldn't understand you aren't a part of the bloodline," Roman shot back.

Jimmy wished he had popcorn, Jey wished this would end, because he knew Roman would make him choose and he couldn't do that.

"Uce," Jey hissed out. Shooting Roman a look.

"You such a manipulating asshole," You shouted. Voice rising two octaves.

"Y/n," Jey huffed out. Looking between Roman and you.

"Least I'm not sleeping my way to the top," Roman smirked. You narrowed your eyes at him.

"That's enough," Jey shouted, slightly upset at Roman's words.

"And there it is," You chuckled darkly.

"It's true, you slept with Jey, got attention, now you will probably want to sleep with someone else," Roman growled out. Glaring at you coldly.

"You really think that low of me," You spat out.

"Yeah," Roman smirked.

"You are such an asshole," You yelled.

"Might be but you wouldn't understand, even if Jey did make you understand you just wouldn't get it," Roman spat out. Crossing his arms. Did he just call you dumb? you thought to yourself. You wrapped the sheet around you, getting up. Jey quickly covered himself with the quilt cover.

"No, you are being a manipulating toxic asshole, I honestly think you need a reality check, and I hope Brock knocks some sense into you," You shouted. Walking over to him. Roman's glare intensified.

"Y/n," Jey hissed out. While Jimmy looked amused. Damn you had balls to stand up to Roman and say that.

"Jey is either her or us?" Roman spoke, giving him an alternative. Making you narrow your eyes.

You quickly slapped him hard. Making Jey gasp and Jimmy try to control his laugh. The slap echoed through the hotel room. Roman grabbed his cheek a red mark formed on his cheek.

"I'll do you one better, I'm done," You hissed out. Casting a look at Jey, before you turned your head to look at Roman. Giving him an icy glare. You stormed off. Jey quickly got out of the bed, holding the quilt close, as he chased after you. Roman rolled his eyes.

"Y/n, wait," Jey gasped out. Voice full of panic. He couldn't lose you again.

"You are just going to walk out with a sheet wrapped around you," Roman questioned smugly. Jey shot him a look, as you stopped in the doorway of the front door. The door was half-opened.

"Well, got to keep my slutty reputation up," You spat out, slamming the door after you exited it.

Jey glared at Roman.

"What the hell was that?" Jey hissed out.

"She wouldn't understand, and she is a distraction," Roman responded. Shrugging his shoulders like he just did Jey a huge favour. Jey glared at his cousin....

JIMMY USOS;

You wished your self-doubt would go away, you wished you didn't fall in love with Jimmy, but nothing is ever simple or easy in life.

The first few months of the breakup you wallowed. Crying your eyes out. Eating junk food to comfort you. To soothe your breaking heart. It didn't help when Jimmy kept coming around with gifts trying to apologize. You didn't want the gifts, you just wanted his love, but he couldn't give that to you. Because if he even loved you, he wouldn't have cheated.

He only went away when Sasha threatened him. Chewing his ear out. It pained you to see her get up him, but he did hurt you, and he did deserve her grilling. Sasha was your best friend in the company. Claiming you were the best hairdresser in WWE.

So, when you didn't come to work, she started to worry about you. Till the point, she came over. Comforting you and telling you, you needed a distraction and to forget about him.

So, here you were at the salon you worked at. Trying to distract yourself. But failing miserably.

A bunch of teenage girls going to prom, made you think of Jimmy. Wishing it were that simple. You styled their hair. Doing your best not to think of Jimmy, asking about who they were going to prom with, what their gowns looked like, but it was hard not to think of Jimmy when his twin brother made his way into the salon. You rolled your eyes, as he walked over to you. The teenage girls swooned over him.

"Is he your boyfriend?" One asked.

"He is so cute," One of the girls spoke.

"He is so hot," Another one swooned.

"What do you want Jey?" You asked as you continued to curl the teenage girl's hair. She was the last one.

"Do you have a minute?" Jey asked. As he sat down on the bench to the side. The teenage girls stared at him in awe. While Jey shot them a wink. Some of them blushed while some of them giggled. You rolled your eyes. Shooting him a look.

"Are you two dating?" The teenage girl whose hair you were curling asked. Jey's eyebrow flicked up.

"She wishes," He teased. Giving you a playful look. He was trying to cheer you up. Seeing how miserable you looked. You rolled your eyes at his answer.

"He wishes," You grumbled. As you curl the last strand of her hair.

"Nah, she dated my twin brother," He spoke. Making the teenage girls gasp.

"There's another one that looks like you," One of the girls gushed out.

"Alright girls, all done, go to the counter and I will ring up the price," You spoke. They all obliged, but not before giving Jey flirty looks.

"Can I have a word?" Jey asked. Making you let out a huff.

"I'm busy," You huffed out, as you unplugged the curling iron.

"I'll wait," Jey responded. Crossing his arm as he sat on one of the chairs.

"Fine, just give me a second," You sighed. Walking off to go charge the teenage girls. Their mums were there as well. Paying for the styling. You smiled warmly at them as they left the store. Telling the girls to have fun.

You let out a heavy sigh. Dreading to go back and talk to Jey. You knew he would want you to get back with Jimmy.

You took a deep breath before letting it out. Walking back to Jey.

"What do you want Jey?" You sighed out, as you reorganized your kit.

"He misses you, and you miss him, the two of you look like shit, and I before you argue and say he cheated on you, he regrets doing it, he needs you and you need him, can you please look past the fact he cheated on you and go back to him, at least give him another shot or be his friend," Jey pleaded.

"I can't Jey," You sighed. Tears gathering in your eyes you quickly wiped them away.

"At least come back to WWE, everyone misses you," Jey sighed. You thought about it for a second before looking up at him.

"Fine, but keep Jimmy away from me," You sighed. Jey smiled brightly. Wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close into his chest. Giving you a bone-crushing hug. You let out a groan of pain. His plan worked, now all he had to do was get Jimmy and you back together...

ROMAN REIGNS;

You no longer had emotional breakdowns over Roman. Lies. At least not in front of anyone. Though Bianca believed you weren't over Roman. Especially since you got drunk to numb the pain or have one-night stands with other guys, to forget about him, and the fact he chooses her not you.

Roman on the other hand after his encounter with you, wasn't doing so well. He made a mistake breaking up with you to be with Galina.

He saw how cold you were to him, but deep down he knew it was all a front. He knew you were breaking, and he was breaking too. But he knew he couldn't break up with Galina as well.

She noticed Roman's behaviour as well. Often finding him deep in thought. Or scrolling through his phone. Looking at selfies of you. Sometimes he would stalk your Instagram as well. At first, she felt jealous, but then she accepted that a part of Roman was going to love you.

"You still love her, don't you?" Galina asked as she noticed Roman was looking at photos of you again. He quickly locked his phone a little too quickly for her liking.

"It doesn't matter, I'm with you now, I picked you," Roman spoke. Flashing her a soft smile. That didn't quite reach his eyes.

She let out a sigh. Just because he flashed her a smile. She could tell it didn't reach his eyes. He was miserable without you. Every time he was happy his mind would then wander off to you. His smile turning into a frown. She could tell he missed you.

"Talk to her," She sighed.

"She hates me," Roman sighed.

"She hates that you choose me over her, and truthfully I only think you choose me because of the kids, and maybe you do still love me, but I know you love y/n more," Galina spoke. Giving him a sad smile. He needed to hear it.

Roman tried to speak but Galina cut him off again.

"Go win her back, give you her your all, and if it doesn't work out, we can try again," She spoke.

Roman smiled at her sadly. Getting up and walking over to her.

"I'm sorry, for doing this to you," Roman sighed. Cupping the side of her face. She looked up at him. Slightly smiling. Leaning into him. Her hands grabbed his wrists.

"I know, but you still love her, go get her," Galina spoke. Leaning up till her lips pressed against his. Kissing each other passionately one last time before he went to your apartment complex...

Nerves racked throughout Roman's body. Palms clammy. Rehearsing in his mind what he was going to say to you. Roman took a deep shake breath in then exhaled. Clenching his hand into a fist. Bringing his fist up to the door and knocking.

He knocked three times. Calling your name. But got no response. His heart hammered against his rib cage.

"Look, y/n, I know you don't want to see me, but I left her, I want us to get back together," Roman spoke voice slight loud.

Roman heard the door behind him. Making him glance over his shoulder. Seeing your neighbour standing there in their pyjamas. Looking slightly annoyed.

"She's not home," They grumbled. Looking at Roman in irritation.

"That's fine, I can wait for her," Roman replied. Giving your neighbour a forced smile.

"You'll be waiting for a while," One of your neighbours spoke. Making Roman shrug his shoulder.

"Your problem," Your neighbour grumbled. They were about to slam the door when Roman spoke again.

"Is she doing, okay?" Roman asked.

"By okay you mean, coming home drunk while her friend helps her, or doesn't come home at all till the next day?" Your neighbour shot out. Shotting Roman a glare. Before shutting the door.

Guess he deserved that. But that got Roman worrying more about you. You weren't doing okay, and it was all because of him....

"And after all, he put me through, I still fucking love him," You drunkenly blurted out. Making Damian furrow his eyebrows as you downed the shot. An idea popped into his mind.

"How about I get him off your mind?" Damian suggested.

"How?" You asked as Damian got up off the barstool, tilting his head to the side hinting at the dance floor. Holding his hand out to you. You bite your lip, a small smile forming on your lips.

"Okay, handsome," You slurred out, getting up and taking his hand. Damian pulled you towards the dance floor...

SETH ROLLINS;

The alcohol only numbed your heartache to a certain extent. Though you always ended up crying yourself to sleep. You wished that you didn't fall in love with him, then you wouldn't be so broken. Wondering what you did wrong.

You tried your best to avoid Seth, especially Becky. You were hoping you would get released to at least ease your pain, but that never happened. You could only wait till your contract ended. Then you could be free of him. Maybe you would wrestler in AEW or Impact anywhere that was free of Seth and Becky.

All you wanted was to be enough for him, and you weren't. You thought he loved you, but he didn't. You were sick of feeling heartbroken...

FEEDBACK IS APPRECIATED! IT WOULD MAKE MY DAY!💜

Let me know if you want a part three.

[jeysuso]

MAIN EVENT JEY USO WWE MONDAY NIGHT RAW 4th DECEMBER 2023

[tardis-mouse]

This has probably been done before but some friends of mine wanted some American Nightmare + pride flag icons, didn't know which style would look better so I did both

Free for anyone to use :3 please credit me somewhere if you do

[leahsflwer]

Name: Leah May. M

I live in Australia 🇦🇺 I love so many shows and movies that I couldn’t name them all but feel free to message me and we can talk about a heap if you want! I’m genuinely pretty friendly. ENFJ-A. Adore music and wrestling. BE MY NEW FRIEND if you like anything similar to me!!!!!!! 🥀

༄ My favourite Wrestlers

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General things -

Favourite food: Meat (steak) & Cheese cake

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Hello! To anyone reading this, thank you 🙏 I love you 🥹❣️

[clericofinfamy]

day 80 billion [4 months] of waiting for my pookie dookie smookie bear [maxwell jacob friedman] to return from war [being on hiatus] 🙏💔

[thatwrestlingnerd]

Anyway Sami has the right to feel how he feels because it sucks to be separated from your partner but Jey is literally doing the stuff Sami suggested to him (getting away from Roman, finding his footing on his own).

Kevin being the one traded wasn’t Jey’s decision. In fact, the trade hadn’t even been part of the picture when he chose to take Cody’s offer. 🤷🏻‍♀️ Hopefully Sami recognizes he’s frustrated at the wrong person.

[fuckingheartgames]

"Trust issues" Tagging with Kane and Xpac pt.2

After the fight with your tag team partners Kane and Xpac, your best friend Edge comes up with a plan to prove to them that you're loyal while still getting revenge.

Warning; Angst with happy ending, slight injuries and swear words

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"Are you sure this is the right thing to do?" It was Christian who voiced his concerns and the same thing you thought about. But you just nodded.

"It might not be morally okay but it feels right for the moment. They've hurt me and I want to prove myself." You said seemingly confident. Edge stood beside you, functioning as your emotional support.

Grangel was the next to speak up.

"I see your point and we will help you but with a little twist, you up for that?" His smile creeped you, Gangrel always did.

"Alright, I'm up. So let's get moving." You smiled at them linking your arm with Edges. And so the four of you made your way to gorilla. Waiting for the entrance music to start and the right moment to hit, you thought about how much luck you had that your tag team partners already had their entrance sequence and were already waiting in the ring.

The theme song of The Brood started to play and Christian and Gangrel went out first, doing their usual entrance antics.

The crowed cheered but chanted Edges name as he was still in the gorilla with you. Smiling at each other you made your way onto the ramp, the cheer getting louder at your entrance but you could also make out some booing as the crowd saw you with The Brood.

You felt uneasy but played it cool making your way to the ring at the side of your best friend. But the closer you came the more you felt the hateful and burning looks of your tag team partners. There was no turning back now, the plan was already set in motion so you played along, giving them a predatory smile you let Edge help you up onto the apron. You did your usual ring antics before hopping down and joining Gangrel on the ground again.

The match soon started with Kane and Edge as the first opponents. It was a long back and forth between them each getting a good hit at the other but things changed quickly when Edges spear missed and Kane got the upper hand. Luckily Edge was able to make a hot tag. Christian soon had Kane in his corner, where Xpac tagged himself in. Both Christian and Xpac gave their all, in favour of your plan both teams were distracted so that you were able to sneak a steel chair.

Christian soon had Xpac on the mat and the ref started counting and just as he was about to hit three you jumped up and hit Christian in the back with the chair, interrupting the pin.

You had no time to see the reaction of either Kane nor Xpac as Edge and Gangrel jumped into the ring. Saving yourself you left the ring, jumping the fence, and running through the crowd, The Brood members always close. You ran backstage hoping to outrun them but you had no luck Edge caught you and a brawl broke out. So that's what Gangrel meant you thought to yourself as you lost consciousness after being thrown into a wall.

In the meantime, the match went on, this time in favor of your team. Xpac had tagged in Kane who was now pinning a hurt Christian the ref started counting and this time there was no interruption. Kane and Xpac were just declared the winners when Edge and Gangrel came back. And the first thing everyone noticed was how Edge had your unconscious figure thrown over his shoulder. They made their way towards the ring, climbed onto the apron, and carelessly dropped you at the feet of Kane and Xpac. The crowd booed as Gangrel raised the microphone.

"Have your little cheerleader back, we have no use for a traitor!" Gangrel said with a venom-laced tongue. Helping Christian to his feet, the brood left the ring, without any of them looking back even once.

It was eerily silent, and not a single sound could be heard until Kane dragged you to the ring ropes. The audience started to applaud as Kane threw you over his shoulder and Xpac climbed out of the ring as well. But this time was different. The smaller man wasn't as hyped as he usually would be and even Kane seemed to be more silent than he normally is. Making their way to the locker room with you in tow both were stuck in their thoughts. Neither understood why you did what you did. And while Xpac felt guilty for causing you the pain you probably went through, Kane was angry at The Brood for hurting you, at you for playing this stupid game and surprisingly at himself for his distrust and the way he and Xpac had acted.

In the locker room, he put you down on the sofa so you would be comfortable.

"Maybe we should bring them to the medics, we don't know what Edge and that other dude did." Xpac was worried, very much at that but Kane just shook his head. He wanted to tell him how strong you were and that you would probably be awake sooner than later.

"Kane, what if it's a really bad injury, we don't know why they're unconscious!" Xpac paced through the room, glancing at you every now and then.

Kane just shook his head again and just as Xpac wanted to just take you to the medics himself you woke up, whining as you held your head.

You didn't know in which locker room you were but you appreciated the sofa you were on. Blinking a few times you looked up, right into the masked face of Kane. You flinched, badly, oh shit this will end disastrously wouldn't it?

You didn't dare say a word. So the smaller of the two men did.

"How are you? What did those suckers do?" Was he really worried or was he just luring you into false security to lash out again? You didn't know, you didn't care.

"I'm okay I guess... I think I should leave though I don't want to bother you any further." Your mumbled as you tried to get up. But a big hand on your shoulder stopped you.

Kane again shook his head and Xpac started questioning his sanity but he was glad for the silent giant as well.

"Listen, we're sorry. And you know us, we hate apologising but come on that Rated R dude is your best friend... and well maybe we're a little to um insecure." He felt weird saying it out loud but that was what he thought. He felt like you deserved more. You've always been kind, you always supported them, you've been there for them no matter what, that's nothing neither Kane or he himself had experience with.

You looked at him confused. "Insecure about what? Pac...you both make me feel comfortable like we're on the same level. You don't treat me like I'm just your eye candy, your little cheerleader. There's nothing to be insecure about."

Kane let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and Xpac also relaxed a bit. So you didn't plan on leaving them.

"So you're not leaving, even though we behaved like the biggest pricks to ever exist?" The young man looked everywhere but not you until he heard you laugh. Why are you laughing?

Simple, you thought it was hilarious how such a confident man and strong silent brute were afraid you were leaving them. "Of course not, except you pull something like that again." You meant it. You wouldn't leave these lovable idiots for anything in the universe.

"Puh, so there would be nothing against going somewhere to celebrate right?" There he was, the bubbly and mischievous Xpac you knew.

"Nothing except my slight headache but yeah if Kane is comfortable with it we can go out." You smiled. And Kane who sat down beside you just a few moments ago hummed while nodding his head yes.

And thus the three of you became the unstoppable force you were before. Causing trouble and winning whenever you could.

~The End~

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So that was that, it might not be perfect but I love it anyways. If you're interested in it I can post the alternate sad ending as well.

-Jamie

[aritamargarita]

ATTITUDE || 012

tonight, you find out who this secret admirer is and more shenanigans ensue. like anon said, reader is slowly entering her dean ambrose era but someone(s) want to put a stop to it before it gets worse. i KIND OF had to like split things up im doin something important just stick around....hotel interactions next chapter!

poor reader getting dragged into team extreme drama is insane like omg. at leaaasstt she can get closer to jeff, YAAYYY. this chapter, something in the air shifted i fear….

RAW IS WAR // 6:37 PM

Monday came around quickly and yet again, you were back at the arena. Raw was a little different than Smackdown’s set up, but you didn’t really mind. The interchangeable brands, despite how much trouble it caused you, was somewhere you could easily call home.

You and Lita really drank too much, huh? You’ll both have to get those pancakes another time.

You remember Lita calling you and thanking you for allowing her to spend the night, but you couldn’t even respond with how loudly you were laughing once those memories came crashing down.

You swore off of drinking for a while. You also made Lita agree to never take you out to a bar again. At least not before eating anything. And next time, the destination would be IHOP instead of some sleazy bar.

Lita had to beg you to not tell Jeff what she said. In compromise, she said that you could meet her in the locker room before the first match to talk.

Today’s matches were as follows…

CHRISTIAN VS. JEFF HARDY (EUROPEAN TITLE)

RVD VS. D-VON DUDLEY (HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP)

TRISH STRATUS VS. STACY KEIBLER

EDGE VS. TEST (INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE)

WILLIAM REGAL VS. BIG SHOW

THE ROCK VS. CHRIS JERICHO AND KURT ANGLE

At least you weren’t on the card, but Jeff’s got a match with Christian? Looks like Stacy’s got a match too. Perhaps you’d be seeing them very, very soon.

That is, if you had time. The voice of that man over the phone replayed in your head, reminding the time you should meet him. 7:50? No, 7:20. NO, 7:30!

Now’s not the time to have a bad memory. This could be important. If they had some sort of “strategy” to keep Stephanie down for a bit, you wanted to hear it. You came earlier than usual just to ensure that you’d be there in time.

The hushed and murmured voices made you stop. You could hear them behind the door.

“Well, is she in here?”

“Ya’ think I know for sure?”

Okay, just by the tone of their voices, it sounded like Debra and Austin outside of your door. Their questions towards each other had turned into a small argument, something about who’s going to be the one to call you out first.

Why’d they show up? You knew Austin saw how mad you were the night of your match, so maybe he told Debra.

“Come on out, [Name].” Austin calls. “Just want to talk.”

You didn’t want to be chastised. It’s the last thing you wanted to hear, especially from him. “I’m not coming out.”

“Don’t make me break this door down.”

This time you got scared because you knew that he’d do it. So you slowly crack open the door. “Yes?” Of course, those cameras you loved so dearly were rolling. This must be good.

Debra steps forward, an apologetic look on her face. “We’ve been thinking...after what happened back on Smackdown…we think you should start looking into some anger management classes. You see, Mr. McMahon has offered it to certain people who were apart of the Alliance after a recommendation.”

Anger management classes??

It was one thing for Mr. McMahon to pour MORE salt in the wound after a crushing loss to your original team, but to even suggest anger management? You’ve gotta be fucking kidding.

“If I have to look into anger management classes, he has to look into them too!” You point a finger at Austin accusingly.

“Me? Anger management?” Shockingly enough, he seemed appalled at your words. “I don’t need a damn anger management class, goddamnit. All I need is a forklift.”

“You have issues!”

Debra can only shake her head. This is exactly why you should look into it. However, you made a valid case. The more she thought about it, she realizes the both of you needed to go. “That’s it then. I’ll be signing the both of you up for a class next week.” She briskly walks away, not staying around to hear you two’s outburst.

“Hey, no! What if I have a match or something? Debraaaaa!” You complain. Austin wasn’t too happy about this decision either. You walk after her, pleading to not let you go. “Pleaaasee?? Can’t you just send him alone? He’s an angry guy! Like way more angry than me!”

“My answer is final!” She asserted, making you take a step back. “If it makes you feel better, there are other people who you may know that are attending. Why don’t you make some friends?”

“Ughhhhh…” You groan. Debra softly rubs your shoulder.

Once Debra made her mind up, that was it. Looks like you’ll be taking anger management classes with Austin.

Pissed off wasn’t strong enough to describe how he felt about it. He comes closer to you two, rubbing his face. “I need a beer.”

“I don’t have anger management issues, I was just mad!“ You complain. “Throwing chairs at the walls aren’t even that bad! I could do worse. I could do way worse, right?!”

You turn over to Austin, who was simply shaking his head at you. For a split second he was going to say something, but decided not to. So far, the things he’s done in the past have been completely worse than what you’ve did in the last few days.

In an effort to take it off your mind for now, you look between the two. “Err, have any of you seen Jeff Hardy? I’d like to talk to him.”

“Not at all.” Debra shook his head. “Wouldn’t he usually be with his brother and that Lita girl?”

“Sort of, kind of. Not with Lita. They got into an argument or something, but right now I’m not sure if they’re cool. I really hope things blow over.”

“Why talk to him?” Austin just cuts to the chase. “Rainbow hair makes me sick. Him and that girl who can’t pull her pants up.”

You roll your eyes. Of course he had an iffy opinion on them. He’s so old school. You bet if you gave him a keyboard, he’d take forever to type just one word.

“I can’t tell you. But it’s really important.”

“Let the girl go.” Debra waves her hand. “The classes aren’t today. Besides, I need to talk with you about things, Austin.” She then looks at you knowingly, a mischievous glint in her eye. Did she kno—

“Why’re ya’ lookin’ like that??” Austin questioned, switching his finger between you two.

Debra feigns innocence. “Like what?”

“Ya’ looked at her with that look in your eye like ya’ got something planned.”

“We don’t know what you’re talking about!” You smile. “Listen, I’ll catch up with you guys later. I need to find Jeff.” This was very urgent. It’s a matter of life or death.

“Hey, kid, before ya’ go…” Austin holds out his hand, causing you to stop in place. “Almost forgot. We’re on commentary tonight.”

…You’re on commentary?! Seriously?

“Wait, for all the matches?”

Debra shakes her head, thankfully. “Just for the last match I believe. You two need to keep it together. No picking fights. If they start something with you, you walk away.”

That’ll be easy for you, unless, for some reason…someone decides to show up unannounced again. If Jericho decided to mess with you, then that’d be another fish to fry.

For Austin though, it may be a little harder. Incredibly harder.

The Rock was in the match. It was a no-brainer that they’ve always had some sort of tension. And Jericho was there too. Not to mention Kurt Angle. Those men have had problems with him in the past.

Who cares right now?! You had to figure out if you should make a move or not! If Jeff had a thing for you, you needed to strike accordingly, right? You walk back in the other direction towards the locker room.

You still couldn’t believe it though. Lita had really spilled the beans on that one. This whole time, Jeff Hardy may or may not have been interested in you.

If you were fast enough, you could catch him and Christian’s match. It would be best to change right now. Should you wear something nice? It’s not like you were going on a date in the ring or something. 

...Okay, maybe you’re thinking about this too hard.

RAW IS WAR // 6:50 PM

You were all set. New clothes, feeling energized, and most importantly, feeling confident. Tonight was a new night, so you couldn’t let anyone get you down.

“Hey, [Name]…you look nice…?”

The familiar voice makes you turn on your heel almost immediately. “Oh, you’ve got a lot of guts showing up here.”

Stacy holds out her hands. “Hey! I’m on your side. I don’t think you’ve ever asked me how I felt, huh? Before you try anything, just listen to what I have to say!”

Just this once, you’ll give her the time of day.

“I…I hate Torrie as much as you do.” She admits. “I don’t know how you didn’t realize. We’ve been at each other’s necks for at least a week or two now.”

“If it’s only been a week or two, you’ve gotta give me a break.” You sigh. “I’ve a lot of shit on my plate, Stacy.”

“I understand that!” She seems happy you hadn’t attacked her yet, clearing her throat afterwards. “But I just wanted to let you know before you came after me. Don’t forget, I’m your best friend too.”

Right. She is.

“Torrie’s been spreading some nasty things about you.”

You roll your eyes. This same song and dance. “I know. If it’s about the letters—“

“Oh, no,” Stacy shakes her head, folding her arms behind her back. “Not about letters at all. She says you’ve been sleeping around.”

“First of all, if anyone’s doing the sleeping around, it’s her. Last time, I remember her and Mr. McMahon had some sort of meeting. I hope she knows talent is not sexually transmitted…not like Mr. McMahon is talented anyway.”

Stacy comes over and hits your arm. “You can’t say that! You could get fired, what if someone’s listening?!”

“I’m just saying! Jeez.” You rub your arm. “By the way, you’re lucky you said something, because I was about to fight you right here.”

For some reason, she doesn’t seem to stop talking about Torrie, even if you thought it was over. “Did I mention she says you’re trashing most of the superstars? I mean, even disrespecting legends, wow!”

What? Disrespecting legends? What legends was she talking about?? Now, some of them deserved it. But who exactly?

“Wait, who?”

Stacy opens her mouth, but is interrupted by the door opening.

In comes Lita, surprised to see you two not mauling each other. Sure, it wasn’t Torrie, but it’s someone she associated with. “…You guys are still friends?” She stares at Stacy for a moment, fighting the urge to glare.

Stacy nods. “Of course. That’s my [Name]!” She gives you a tight hug. “I’ll see you later, okay?” Just like that, she was gone. Suspiciously quick.

You simply wave as she walks off. Lita can only scoff. “Her? Really? After I poured my heart out last night?”

“I just think you’re jealous.” You grin. “Litaaa’ss jeaaallouusss.”

Your sing-song tone made her smile as well. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever makes you happy.” She looks at you, then your outfit of choice. “Woah, that’s a transformation if I’ve ever seen one. You really want his attention, huh?”

It’s not like she wasn’t dressed up herself either. Her thong was literally saying ‘hello!’ to you. “You’re talking about me, but do you have a match I don’t know about?” You question, walking over to fold the clothes you decided not to wear.

….You’ve never folded clothes so fast, with shaky hands at that. Lita catches on quickly and takes a seat nearby. She doesn’t comment on it, but she damn sure notices.

“Just accompanying Jeff to the ring. Don’t worry, I’m not stealing him away from you or anything.” She prefaced. “..He just got really hurt at Survivor Series. And in the argument that Matt started, he didn’t want him to perform.”

She didn’t want you to be nervous. In fact, she could even sympathize. Maybe YOU were more shy than she thought, haha.

You take a breather, doing your best to offset the anxiety. “Oohh, I see. No wonder. So, it’s just you and Matt that are having issues.”

“No, no,” Lita shakes her head. “Jeff has problems with Matt too. Me and Jeff don’t have any issue with each other.”

Noooow you got it. She didn’t explain that in depth when you first asked her. She must’ve still been frazzled from the whole thing.

“I just have a feeling Jeff’ll do something risky. As much as I hate to say this, you’ll have to take advantage of that. I’ll pretend like it’s a complete surprise.” Lita pauses for a moment, taking a second to now stretch on the floor. “…If Matt by chance shows up, he’s not gonna be happy Jeff’s in a match tonight.”

You finish with folding things up, zipping your bag shut. “Fine with me. Hey, you’re not gonna screw me over, are you?”

Lita gives you a confused look. “Hell no. Why would I do that?”

“Just making sure.”

RAW IS WAR // 7:05 PM

You hoped this wouldn’t take too long. As much as you wanted to see Jeff, you had other obligations. You wanted to be in the parking lot at 7:30 sharp, no later than that. It’d be better if you got there earlier.

You’re backstage now, checking out the match on the television. It’s been going on for a while now. You giggle as you notice how Jeff’s shirt was stuck around his ankles. Him being shirtless was one thing, but you were immature enough to giggle at his shirt. You noticed how it limited his movement and Christian was really wearing him down because of it.

You’d ask him how things were going later. It makes you jump in surprise to see Jeff rebound with a enzugiri.

By this point, Matt’s already down to the ring, picking an argument with Lita. While they’re at it, you think it’s time to head down to the ring yourself.

With a pep in your step, you make your way to gorilla. You’d only stick around to check in on Jeff and give him help, but that’s it. Every little bit counts.

You push away the curtains and head down to the ring, catching Lita’s gaze. She fought the smile on her face, doing her best to look upset instead. The crowd cheers at your appearance.

Jeff notices you, confused as to why you’re out here in the first place. You don’t have anything to do with him. You wave at him.

Oh…

Did you come out for him? For some reason, a small grin appears on his face, but it’s quickly knocked off as Christian clotheslined him.

Christian notices you too. He comes over and even blows you a kiss.

He’s funny.

You cross your arms. You’re not out for him right now! Just for Jeff, but maybe you’ll keep that to yourself for now. You wave at him, feeling as if it’s rude to not respond.

Lita jogs away from Matt (much to his own confusion, a lot of it was going around..) right over to you.

“Started to think you wouldn’t come out here!” She raises her voice so you can hear her over the crowd. “Thought your dad was gonna stop you. I could’ve sworn he told me to pull my pants up!”

You laugh, raising your voice as well. “Yeah, right. Are things going okay out here?”

“Not..really.” She looks away, doing her best to not stare at Matt anymore. “It’s hard being here.”

“I get it. I’m sorry about that.” You turn your attention back to the ring, and Lita returns to her spot nearby Matt. Now you two were on opposite sides.

Christian begins to turn Jeff into the Killswitch, but Jeff reverses it into the Twist of Fate. Matt begins to scream at him to do the pin, but instead he climbs onto the top rope.

Even you thought it was a good idea to pin Christian. Was Jeff really going to be able to do this??

Matt comes over to your side yelling at him and you move further away. Christian, in the meanwhile, rolls out of the ring to safety.

But not for long. Jeff readjusts himself to do a high flying move, but Matt is still yelling. Taking advantage, Christian shoves Matt into the ring post, knocking Jeff straight into the mat.

You wince. That must’ve really hurt.

Christian gets right back into the ring and pins Jeff, retaining his championship. He points down at you with a smile.

You have to say, good for him. You clap, giving him some respect. You had nothing against him.

He rolls out of the ring and you roll right in.

“Jeff.” You get down on your knees, leaning over him. “Why’d you do that?”

He takes a minute to respond, breathing heavily. “Thought…ya’ might like it.”

Before you could say something, the referee shoos you out of the ring and you roll back out to give them space.

Jeff didn’t want that. He struggles to get up and slowly crawls out himself. “Wait.” He rasps, reaching out toward you. You come a bit closer to help him out and back up the ramp.

He’s holding his neck as you two go up, Matt and Lita trailing behind. This isn’t going to be good, you could just tell.

The closer you got to towards the medic, the thicker the tension had gotten. It got even worse after you entered the room.

No one was saying anything to each other. You and Lita could only exchange glances. The crinkling of the ice bag was the only sound heard throughout the room. One of the medics handed it over to you, and almost as if they knew something bad was coming, left the room.

You gently place it over the back of Jeff’s neck, making him quietly sigh. It must’ve been one of relief, because he sets his hand over your own.

“Jeff, how could you be so stupid, man?!”

And there it was. Matt stroked the fire.

“Stupid?!” Jeff immediately gets up from his spot, almost as if he had a jolt of energy. It startled you slightly, leaving the bag of ice in your hand.

“Yeah, stupid. I told you, you shouldn’t even have been wrestling tonight.” Matt got in his face. “But did you listen to me? No. And even when you went in the ring, I supported you. I told you what you should do. I told you; don’t take any unnecessary risks. I told you; do the Twist of Fate and beat him on the mat—“

Jeff interrupts him. “Who asked you, Matt? Who asked you to get involved in the match anyway, huh?”

“Nobody asked me to get involved. I got involved because I care about you. I got involved because I care about the team. Do you care about the team, Jeff?” Matt’s words were coming out almost a thousand miles an hour. It’s almost like this has been on his mind for a while.

You watch as they continue going back and forth for a while. You didn’t want to take sides, you were only watching from the sidelines.

Lita runs her hands through her hair. This was really getting to her. You felt really bad. She shouldn’t have to be in the middle of this.

“—Ever since we were kids Matt, you’ve been trying to run my life, you’ve been trying to control me.” Jeff accuses. “You’ve always thought you’re smarter, you’ve always thought you’re better..”

“I don’t think it’s a question that I’m smarter than you, Jeff. I think that’s obvious. And somebody—“

“Guys, relax, Lita is….“ You try to intervene, but you immediately get shut down by Matt.

“Look, shut up, please. She’s not in this and neither are you. I don’t even know why you’re here.” And now, his attention is on you. “Are you here just for yourself? Which one of us do you want to ruin first? Is it Jeff?”

Ruin? That must’ve been something Torrie must’ve spread. Matt must’ve considered you bad news.

But Jeff quickly stands up for you. “Don’t tell her to shut up. She came to help me, unlike someone I know. She actually cares.”

It goes silent again. You’re not exactly sure what to say.

This time, Lita speaks up. “…I thought you were in here cause’ you cared about Jeff. At the very least you could be nice to someone who’s trying to help. It’s pretty obvious the only thing you care about is yourself.”

She leaves, and Jeff glares at Matt. “Who feels stupid now, Matt?”

Matt ignores his comment, simply giving Jeff a scowl of his own. He calls after Lita and leaves the room.

Now, you and Jeff were alone. He mutters an apology, sitting back on the seat.

You say nothing, instead setting the bag of ice back onto his neck. He sets his hand back onto your own.

“You….look nice today.” Jeff compliments you, using his free hand to toy with his armband. He had no idea why he felt so on edge in your presence. Whether it was the atmosphere of the argument still lingering or just the idea of you taking care of him, he didn’t know.

“Hah.” You let out a strained laugh. “Thanks.”

It’s hard to bounce back from what just happened. And you didn’t know what else to say.

You had an idea though.

You let go of the ice and so does he. Jeff looks up at you questionably as you move to sit next to him.

No one was in the room, no one had to know.

So, instead of saying anything else, you take a chance and just kiss him. “I didn’t know what else to say, sorry.”

Jeff doesn’t have anything to say either, as his response is nothing more than returning his lips to your own. Again, and again. Each time, it was harder than the last. You hadn’t even realized how close you got to him until you felt his body against your own.

He sets his hand on your back, doing his best to keep you as close as possible.

You already felt like you couldn’t breathe. And just as you were going to open your mouth for him just a little more, he lightly pushes you away. Nothing lasts forever, you guess.

You still groan in disappointment.

“If we keep doing this, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.” He admitted. “..and my neck is killing me.”

All you can do is nod. At least he came to his senses, any further and you’d forget your meet up with your secret admirer. You were close to blowing him off.

You finally collect your words. “What time..is it?”

Jeff looks up towards the clock in the room. “7:20.”

Shit. You had ten minutes to get it together.

“I’ve gotta go.” You say, getting out of your seat. “There’s something I’ve gotta do. I hope you get better, sorry about earlier.” In order to not explode, you try to talk about other things. “You guys shouldn’t have to go through that as a team.

Jeff waves you off. “It’ll blow over. Thanks for staying with me. I’ll see ya’ later.”

RAW IS WAR // 7:27 PM

You were in a mad dash to the parking lot, trying to make sure you were on time. You had about 3 minutes to spare luckily, so here you were, just rubbing your temples.

“Over here, Nitro Girl.”

You turn over to the direction of the voice, a curious look on your face. The curiosity turns into shock.

“Hey, wait, aren’t you….?”

The man nods. He’s a little aggressive as he shoves the bouquet of flowers into your arms. “Hunter. You’re a bit early.”

You just couldn’t believe it.

…..Triple H? He’s the person who wanted to meet you out here? Was this some sort of setup so Stephanie could ambush you from behind?

“Is this a joke?” You boldly ask. “Out of all people, it’s you??”

“No joke..“ He doesn’t seem to be in the best of moods, but you don’t point it out. “I’m going to cut to the chase. I think Stephanie is sleeping with someone else.”

Huh?!

Your eyes widen. That was one hell of an accusation. “How do you know?”

“I haven’t been in the ring and she’s been going on about this whole spiel about becoming business partners with others while I’m away. Because you refused, I think your attack on Smackdown may have been planned. I know how she is.”

“Do you really think it was planned? The only other person I could think of would be Jericho, but there’s no way he would be on it.” You say. “I mean, he’s called her so many nasty names. I don’t get it. And there’s no way in hell it could be Austin.”

Hunter shook his head. “Jericho’s the only one that makes sense. He’s threatened by me and he knows as soon as I come back, I’ll be going for the title spot. He’ll do anything to take me down, even if it means associating with Stephanie.”

“Yikes.” You mutter, adjusting the bouquet of flowers in your arms. “So, what’re you asking me to do here?”

“How about we become business partners?” He suggests. “You want revenge. I want a spot in the title picture. It’s an even exchange, nothing less, nothing more. I want to see what she’ll do next. If it’s true, we’ll officially start. If it’s false, we’ll pretend like we never met. Do we have a deal?”

You had nothing to lose, so you agree. “We have a deal. I’ll let you know if I see or hear anything.”

Neither of you had the confirmation, but once you did, it’d be one hell of a week.

RAW IS WAR // 7:45 PM

You were able to put the flowers from Hunter away in the locker room. Austin was waiting for you outside to head out to the announcers table. In order to get by him, you passed it off as a secret admirer gift to Trish. Someone gave it to you, so you decided to pass on the message. You refused to elaborate any further than that.

“Let’s get goin’ kid, they’re waitin’ on us.” Austin rushes you out, making you groan. 

“I’m coming, hold on!” You close the door behind you. 

“Took ya’ long enough. I was gonna leave.”

Well, you’re here now!

Once you two hit gorilla, the sound of glass shattering was your cue. Austin walks down the ramp with you behind him. While he’s all serious, you wave to the crowd.

There’s a fan that reaches out a pen and a picture of you. Before you meet Austin at the table, you decide to sign it. You quickly write your signature with a smile and give them a final wave before you run towards the announcer table.

You take a seat nearby Austin, as JR and Jerry greet you before JR begins his introduction.

‘And we are back here on Raw, Raw Zone on the new TNN. At ringside, Austin and [Name] accompany us…..’

Jerry automatically has his attention on you. ‘You look great tonight!’

You gave a thumbs up at his compliment. ‘I take pride in my wardrobe!’

Austin isn’t too happy about you taking too long, complaining as soon as you put your headphones on. ‘She always takes her time gettin’ places because of her little wardrobe!’

‘I have to pick something out! And don’t even start, I was signing an autograph, okay! I was being nice! Debra told us to play nice!’

Before you can continue, the pop of pyro and Jericho’s music immediately gets you hot. You’re so sick and tired of him.

Lillian announces him in. “The following handicap match is set for one fall! Introducing first, from Winnipeg Manitoba Canada, weighing 227 pounds, Chris Jericho!”

‘Y2J told us earlier this night what was wrong with his game all along,” JR says. ‘He cared about the fans. Obviously, he doesn’t care any longer.’

‘Oh, whatever. He only cares about himself!’ You accuse.

Jericho enters the ring, turning his attention down to the announcers table. He smirks seeing you two, and you can only shoot daggers at him. ‘I fucking hate you!’ Of course, they bleeped your curse word out, but you meant what you said. You were still heated from your own handicap match. 

His music cuts off, changing into Kurt Angle’s music.

“Introducing his partner from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, Kurt Angle!”

‘Austin, you and Kurt Angle will go one-on-one for the WWF title at Vengeance. The winner of that match will go on against either Y2J or The Rock to unify those championships. How do you feel?’ JR asks.

‘Gotta be nervous, huh? I mean, this is the undisputed championship we’re talking about!’ Jerry adds.

‘I’m not nervous about those sons of bitches at all. I’m coming out of Vengeance as the undisputed champion. Most importantly, I won’t be kissing Vince’s ass tonight.’

Wait, huh? You look at Austin curiously. ‘Woah, I’m confused. What’re you talking about?’

You couldn’t hear anything else after The Rock’s music hits, the crowd coming alive and screaming. ‘I have to say, I’m on Rock’s side! A handicapped match? I can sympathize how hard it is. This isn’t fair.’

“And from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 240 pounds, he is the World Champion, The Rock!”

JR agrees with you. ‘I can agree with you, [Name]. He’ll be lucky to survive this.’

Austin seems offended at your words. ‘You’re on his side? Really? Ya’ weren’t even goin’ in alone!’

‘I mean, can’t you sympathize sort of? The odds were—‘

Suddenly, Ric Flair’s music hits just as soon as the match is ready to begin. The crowd “woo’s”.

You snap your fingers. ‘Oh, I forgot! He bought our stock, huh?’

‘And he made a career of being fashionably late. The match already started!’ Jerry says.

Flair’s raspy voice echoes. “I don’t think my business partner will mind at all the fact that I am changing this handicap match into a tag match, WOO! Without further ado, The Rock’s partner, Kane!”

As soon as he says his name, an explosion of fire comes from the ramp.

Kane….

Kane was another story. You weren’t quite sure about him, nor have you seen him around. All you’ve heard was that he had a bad, bad upbringing. He was intimidating and you were almost scared. 

This match certainly was something else.

k temporary spacer thingy. i decided to kind of speed through the like last match since its not as important. what’s important is what comes after it sort of. sorry for cutting the jeff scene so short though, i kinda had to push myself out of my comfort zone since im not that experienced with likeeee all the serious romance stuff. there’s more to come next. btw i promise we’ll see some more superstars soon,,ones that left and all yes yes. btw “nothing more nothing less” my ass smh.

anyone been rushed out before by your parents? like them threatening to leave u if u dont hurry up?? yeah its totally stone cold and [name] lmaoo,,, them anger management classes about to go hard💯

also kane interaction anyone? no? ok i’ll leave…

[milesworld96]

This is not the Lee I wanted to win ☹️☹️☹️

[noritaro]

they should make a sexyman bracket but just for different oncelers

the idea sounds fun but i feel like people behind the specific onceler oc who lose would feel bad

[heelcody]

have no idea what the popular opinion on Jade to WWE is but I think it's fantastic maybe I've just had WWE brain lately but I think she's a really good fit. and it makes me happy that Cody was one of the reasons she said she chose WWE :)

[gamergirl929]

Oh my god, someone please love Nikki Cross.

[wnightingales]

i caved and went on r/sc and they’re having a field day over there