#wwf 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

[blowflyfag]

HEARTBREAK HOTEL

So! I originally wrote this for a friend of mine, and i dont usually focus on fem readers but i wanted to indulge her :) this is probably my... longest fic??? so get ready for a read folks. It is i wrote very early on.. so if it’s not the best i apologize. I also apologize for how much i describe the outfit and such since i did make it for a specific friend. 

THIS IS AN 18+ FIC IF YOU ARE A MINOR DO NOT LOOK AT THIS PLEASE

anyways i hope you all enjoy it!!!

Your hands tugged slightly on the skirt you were wearing, hands clenching and uncleaning around the fabric as you sat on the plush red heart shaped bed. A palpable nerve in the air… the tall guy didn’t help much either, he was practically as tall as the doorway. Dressed in a black leather vest and pants and sunglasses even though the room was already dark enough. At least you thought it was. The way he kept adjusting his glove over and over caused a small pit of dread in your stomach, he could fucking snap you like a twig probably. You looked foreword to avoid him from seeing your own prying eyes and you glanced towards the open bathroom door. The only clear gleam of normal light coming from it, breaking up the dark red lights of the room you were in and showing the small fog of cigarette smoke that wafted from the bathroom. Hearing the humming from it revealed to you what waited for you… maybe we should go back a little.

You weren’t really… into wrestling. Sure you’d see it on tv every now and then, glance at a magazine in the store or hear others chat about it but you never really thought about it too much. However when the opportunity to see a showing of Monday Night Raw live presented itself to you? Well why not see what the fuss was about. And boy did you see what the fuss was about, it was… amazing! High flying action, people fighting. Hell someone even almost hit you from the metal gate. It was.. exhilarating! You found yourself quickly becoming a fan, Wrestlers like Double J, Yokozuna, you had a soft spot for heels… They were more interesting than the good guys! But your favorite bad guy… your favorite heel. Shawn Michaels.. he was many people's heart throb and the heartbreak kid maybe had you by the heartstrings. When showings weren’t happening in your town you'd find yourself rushing home to catch Monday Night Raw, just to possibly see the HeartBreak Kid.

But how did you end up in this cheesy love hotel? Well you and your friends decided to take a spontaneous trip. Las Vegas.. while you wouldn’t normally agree to it you had Paid Time off you needed to use and hey your friend offered for the ticket. Why not… and when you learned a showing of Monday Night Raw was happening at a theater near your hotel..? Well the two of you decided to go. It would be a fun memory! So there you two were at ringside, hooting and hollering as the match. You were dressed a bit nicer than usual. Your friend had spoken beforehand about how he knew someone who would be working at the event and could possibly slip the both of you backstage after it all to meet a few of your favorites! Maybe get an autograph signed luckily if possible but best to not push you luck too much. So you were dressed in a cute white top, a pale pink skirt and your favorite pink buckled shoes, walking in them could be a nightmare but god were they cute. The match was everything you could’ve wanted and more. Doink and Dink showed up to fight some new baby face, your friend got squirted by the flower Doink had on him, The Qubecers somehow won another match against the Smoking Guns but… that seemed to be a constant with how dirty they played.. and then the best part of the night show far. The familiar choir of woman’s moaning started and you let out an excited gasp. Shawn Michaels, with his bodyguard Big Daddy Cool Diesel making their way down the walkway and to the ring. The way he walked, the way he carried himself. God it was like being shot with Cupid’s bow and he was the first person you’d laid eyes on. You couldn’t deny that Diesel as well was a physical specimen to be gawked at. The embodiment of strength it seemed at some times, he reminded you almost of a Greek statue. As Shawn was doing his. “Glorified strip tease” to prepare for the match you watched the hat be flung in your direction. Excitedly you reached up to catch it in your grasp looking over to your friend with excitement evident in your face as you clung to the hat tightly in your grasp. For the match Shawn was going up against IRS. It was quite the match. Hell even Diesel walked by you guys for a moment to throw IRS back into the ring after Shawn had kicked him out. In the end Shawn won the match, dancing around as he did when he won that had you staring at every movement in awe.

Once the match had wrapped up you were grabbing your bag and looking towards the stairs before your friend grabbed you to motion for you to go back to your seat. “Hey. Remember what I said? My guy just needs us to wait for it to clear out a bit and then he’ll grab us ok? We just gotta wait.” He whispered to you and you nodded. Still holding onto the hat that had been flung at you with a giddiness in your soul. So you two sat, talking about the exciting match you had watched, your hopes for the next one you’d catch on tv before some came towards the gate. “Hey uh.. guys.” He seemed awkward… but this had to be the guy your friend had been talking about seeing how they got up to high five the guy. 

“Kenny! My man! You hooked us up right? We’re not gonna get you fired or anything?” Your friend asked and this Kenny shook his head. 

“Nahhh. The guys love meeting fans. ‘Specially the chicks.” Kenny said as he looked to you with a half smile. You offered your own weak smile back as you got up. Dusting yourself off before following him and your friend down the ramp, in a way following the footsteps so many wrestlers you were a fan of had. 

There was a bustle and commotion in the backrooms of the arena, staff walking by hurriedly to pack up stuff and others talking loudly on flip phones about… well you didn’t even know what. You stuck close to your friend as your heels clicked against the ground. You felt an excitement boiling and bubbling in your stomach that you couldn’t deny, you were actually gonna be face to face with wrestlers you liked! Who were you even going to talk to first… should you ask questions.. would you- your thoughts were cut off by your nudging you. “Hey. You lost in your mind again or something?”

“Huh..? Yeah I’m sorry! I’m just.. really excited.” You offered with a small giggle and Kenny chuckled.

“It’s no worry! I can imagine how exciting this is. So. Who you wanna see first… wait. Let me guess.” He said with a smirk. Glancing back to you and then down to the hat in your hand. “Could it beeeee… The Heartbreak Kid?” He asked and your eyes widened a bit. 

“Oh I wouldn’t want to be a burden! I know he was just in the ring and-“ Kenny cut you off abruptly. 

“Oh trust me. He’s not gonna mind if it’s you sweetheart.” Kenny snickered before looking at your friend and smirking. “Razor Ramon?”

“What! Am I that predictable?” They asked with a snicker before looking back to you. “Hey… you gonna be ok with them on your own and stuff..? I can always stay with you before I meet Razor and-“ now it was your turn to cut someone off.

“I’ll be fine.” You gave his arm a reassuring squeeze. “Promise. I’m a big girl.” You giggled and your friend rolled his eyes. Shoving you playfully before you both continued to follow after Kenny before he stopped at a door and rapped on it a few times. 

“Hey! You got a fan out here.” Kenny yelled through the door and you raised a brow as you heard what sounded like some stumbling before the door flew open. Shawn Michaels. Shawn Fucking Michaels was less then 3 feet in front of you. God he was even more beautiful up close. He looked at your friend first. Half expecting it to be him who wanted to meet him but your friend simply shook his head, motioning to you with a slight head movement.

You froze for a moment as the spotlight was put on you. You cleared your throat and smiled wide. Telling him your name as you took his hand to shake, except he didn’t. He pulled it to his mouth to place a chaste kiss upon it.. you nerves shot and you felt yourself let out a nervous giggle out of reflex, “you.. uh. Would you like this back?” You said as you offered the hat to him that he had thrown during the set. He looked at it before smirking towards you.

“If it’d make you happy you could keep it.” He offered and you let out a small hum of excitement. Looking at him with such admiration in your eyes.

Kenny cleared his throat as he clapped his hands together. “Alright. Perfect. Since you two are getting along so great. I’m gonna get our man here to his own meetup.” He said as he patted your friend on the chest and they rolled their eyes. 

“You sure you’re gonna be fine?”

“More than fine.” You offered as you went to give your friend a playful nudge. They chuckled and nodded. 

“Alright… just. Keep me in the loop alright?” They offered as you nodded excitedly and they scoffed before turning on their heel to follow after Kenny. You watched them walk off down the hall before feeling an arm wrap around your waist to pull you into their form.

“C'mon in. Be rude to leave you waiting out here in the cold.” Shawn said in a teasing tone that had you giggling like a dumb blond as you followed him into the locker room. He shut the door behind you once you had walked in. You looked around before stopping your movement, you noticed the large man near the locker, leaned against it as he pulled down his fingerless glove. Big Daddy Cool Diesel. Of course you knew him. He was Shawn’s bodyguard… of course he’d be here too.

“Big Daddy!” Shawn started enthusiastically as he placed his hands on your shoulders. “This is our friend (y/n)! She’s a real big fan.” He emphasized real, Causing you to offer a sheepish smile and small wave. 

“It’s very nice to meet you.” You started and only received a glance from over his shades before he looked back up. Shawn rolled his eyes and gave your shoulders a small squeeze. 

“Promise he’s more fun.. especially if we get him a bit warmed up. But what is it you want sweetheart? Photo? Autograph? What can Shawn Michaels do for you?” He asked effortlessly. As if it was a routine he had done a hundred and one times before.. or he was just a charming devil. 

What.. Did you even want out of Shawn Michaels. I mean. You knew what you wanted. But you feared saying that would leave you being hauled away by security and banned from any more shows. You have a nervous smile as you shrug your shoulders. “I’m sorry I just.. I’m very excited to be here right now. It's hard to think straight.” You admitted  and Shawn chuckled slightly. “

Oh I completely understand. I would be in awe in front of the Heartbreak Kid as well.” 

Humble didn’t seem to be a word in Shawn’s dictionary. So for a while you stayed there. Absentmindedly talking about the match, other wrestlers, upcoming events that maybe you shouldn’t have been let on… but the insider knowledge did make you feel special. As the time kept ticking however Shawn eventually stretched. “Say. You got anywhere to be tonight?” He offered and you quickly shook your head.. what. It was only 11:30… and Vegas never seemed to sleep. “How about you come out with me and Diesel tonight? Make you feel real special. We’ll give you the work around.” He offered as he sprung up from his seat on the bench. Going towards the locker to slip his jacket on. 

“Are you sure it won’t be a hassle? I don’t want to be any trouble getting back to my hotel and-“

“You can stay the night with us! It won’t be a burden at all!” Shawn interrupted you as he wrapped a hand around your shoulders to pull you close causing you to giggle. What the hell… why not. When would you ever have this chance again! 

So here you were. After a night of being driven around by a taxi driver to see the lights and sights you found yourself in their hotel room… one bed. An obnoxious heart shaped bed that seemed less and less practical as you thought it over, that red wallpaper, and the smell. A smell of sex that never seemed to have fully escaped the room. Your grip tightened on your skirt as you glanced towards Diesel once again. He himself seemed a bit annoyed by Shawn’s… insistence on fixing himself up... but it had been what. 15 minutes now? But just as you thought it over Shawn came out of the bathroom with that lopsided smile that looked perfect on him. 

“So sorry to keep you waiting sweetheart.” He said with a somewhat sincere tone. Leaning close to bringing your chin up to meet his gaze before glancing at Diesel. “Diesel! Least you could’ve done was warm the lady up bud. Last thing we’d want is for a fan to be uncomfortable right?” He asked with a cocked brow and Diesel grumbled something as he turned his head to the side. 

“Is… is he gonna stay in here during… this?” You asked and Shawn let out a small hum.

“Oh Baby.” He began before smiling. 

“We’re a package deal.” He said before bringing your lips to meet his. His kiss was needy. Desperate almost as his hands went to rest on your hips to pull him closer to him. Your own hands went to reach up to cup his face. A kiss that sent electric shocks through your body. It distracted you enough that you didn’t feel the bed dip from behind you, only feeling the sensation of large hands on your thighs and lips attaching to your neck. You let out a small gasp at the new sensations allowing for Shawn to deepen the kiss with you.

You were practically sandwiched between the two. Your wildest dreams finally coming true this very night. Your hands moved to grasp Shawn’s hair. Giving it a small tug which caused a small whine from him that sent shivers down your spine. Diesel’s hands gripped your thighs a bit tighter before the grip loosened as his hand slowly trailed up to the hem of your shirt. Shawn pulled away from the kiss leaving you panting for air as you raised your arms to help Diesel get you top off. You watched as it was thrown halfway across the room practically before watching as Shawn began to shimmy off the jeans he had been wearing, making a bit of a show out of it.. like he did with everything. However your attention was dragged around as you felt a large hand on your face. Directing you to look to the side where you were met by Diesel who continued where Shawn had left off. Kissing you deeply as his hand slowly trailed down your stomach towards the hem of your skirt. You quickly went to help. Sliding the fabric down your waist to leave you in only your undergarments. Diesel moved to slide his hand inside your underwear, large hands quickly finding that sensitive little Nub that had your hips bucking foreword. 

“We’ve got a lively one huh?” Shawn teased with a wolfish smirk before sinking to his knees in front of you. “Works perfectly for me. I knew you’d warm her up just fine Diesel! Just next time.. why don’t you do it while I’m getting ready Hm? Don’t want it to be awkward for our company.” Shawn raised a brow before pulling your underwear down your leg and smiling wide at the prize presented to him. Diesel rubbing and teasing your clit, having you moan wildly into his mouth, Shawn quickly moved forward to latch onto your weeping cunt, licking eagerly which had you pulling away to cry out in pleasure. Legs shaking before Diesel set his free hand on one.

“Cmon. You can take it. You were doing so well!” His tone was almost teasing as his fingers kept circling your clit, having your stomach knot and coil. Your hands quickly went to grip the leather of Diesel’s pants and you cried out. Honestly the barrage from both of them had you cumming almost instantly, your back arching as you cried out in pleasure. Shawn pulled away from your pussy with a smile on his face. Wiping his lips before looking to Diesel who also withdrew his hand from your clit as he patted your thigh. His gaze met Shawn’s which had a playful nature to it. Holding his hand out expectantly in a fist, Diesel quickly followed suit as well.. were… were they really playing rock paper scissors? Rock beats Scissors, Diesel had won the game. Shawn rolled his eyes. “Best of Thre-“

“Shawn. You said it yourself. We’ve kept the poor girl waiting long enough.” Diesel smirked as he patted your thigh and Shawn relented. 

“Right right. How selfish of me.” He cooed as he tussled your hair before moving back towards the top of the bed. Diesel helped you shift to your stomach. Rubbing a small circle into your lower back before pulling away. Shawn himself sat expectantly. Legs spread as he looked at you with a smile. “You still got energy in you pretty girl?” He asked as he went to place a hand on your head. You nodded before moving a bit closer to take his cock in your mouth, savoring it for a moment before beginning to bob your head slowly along the length, shawn tilted his head back. Letting out a small sigh as he closed his eyes and tightened the grip on your hair. “That’s it sweetheart…. You’ve got it.” He encouraged. But you were brought out of the bubble abruptly.

You felt a heat prodding at your entrance. Big. That was the first thing that came to mind, big, hot, heavy. You glanced back to see Diesel Aligning himself. Teasing a bit with long drags against your pussy that would occasionally graze your clit causing a small whine that caused a groan from Shawn. “Diesel… whatever you’re doing don’t fuckin stop man…” Shawn said before looking to his bodyguard who smirked before finally inserting himself. Your legs shook ever so slightly as he did, back arching as you went to pull away from Shawn to let out a moan. Diesel filled you up in all the right spots, as if he was made perfectly for you. They both were. You almost were sure this was a dream. This couldn’t be possible. But Shawn quickly brought you back to the moment as he cupped your face with one hand. 

“Thought you said you had it in you.” He teased and you gulped. Whining for a moment as Diesel worked on pounding into you. You gripped the sheets tightly before you sunk your head down back to Shawn’s length to continue your earlier work, bobbing your head up and down, running your tongue along his stupid pretty cock. No wonder he was always so showy about it.. about himself. He was an enigma almost, a modern day Dionysus. You moved your hands to grip Shawn’s thighs instead, it helped you feel a bit more grounded in a sense… 

Diesel’s thrusts into you had you seeing stars, he could be so brutal with his grip around your waist… his hands were huge. But it was a good brutal. The kind of brutal you’d think back oh and go man. That was a wild night… 

You pulled away from Shawn’s length for a moment to catch your breath. Your hand going to take the place of your mouth, it was well lubed up enough at this rate, you quickly began to move your hand up and down the length. Looking up to Shawn with pretty doe like eyes. 

“A-am I doing good..?” You asked with a smile. You knew you were doing good. You placed his tip to your ginge as you kept your hand movements going, Shawn gritted his teeth slightly as his hands gripped your hair. 

“Fuck… fuck yeah you’re doing good just..” he let out a small groan, it didn’t take long before he had come undone and was spewing into your mouth. You quickly wrapped your mouth around the tip to try to catch as much as you could, hand still working to pump what was left into your mouth. Once it was over and you pulled away from him, his head slumped as he panted. “Jesus sweetheart…” he began with a smile before looking at you, his eyes softening as he watched Diesel work. Pounding into with a vigor that he had experienced himself. Shawn took his time reaching over towards a heart shaped ashtray to start a smoke for himself,  he might as well enjoy the show. Diesel had hiked one of your legs up to get deeper inside, if that was even possible but you seemed to be enjoying it with the way your eyes rolled back and hands dug into the sheets as if at any moment they’d disappear from under you. It didn’t take long before that coil in you snapped once again causing you to spiral and cry out as you came against Diesel’s length, before Diesel himself finished he pulled out abruptly to furiously rub himself to finish. He ended up spraying his load on your stomach as he panted slightly. Looking down at you before fixing himself to put himself back in his pants.

The rest of the night was a blur. To fucked out of your mind to clearly recall but you remembered bits and pieces, heart shaped bathtub, Shawn and Diesel kissing, how comfy the bed was once you were under the covers… no wonder you passed out so quickly… and when you awoke you were on your own. You looked around for a moment before rubbing your hips.. Diesel had done a number on you. On the bedside table sat a tray.. someone must’ve called room service for you before leaving… it made you feel. Nice that they had thought of that for you. Your clothes were neatly folded and set on one of the chairs with your bag, and the hat on top, and near the tray you noticed a little piece of paper.

‘Call me if you ever need some good fashion lovin~’ 

The flowy handwriting and number made you feel giddy… he left you his number. Shawn Michaels left you his number. You quickly went to put the piece of paper in your bag. Stumbling a bit to get there but once you did your phone began to ring. You stared at the number for a moment before picking up.

“Hey! I was wondering when you’d pick up!” Your friend's voice rang out and you smiled. 

“Sorry just… slept in. That’s all.”

“Slept in. Uh huh. Yeah sure I totally believe it.” They teased, causing you to giggle. 

“Oh whatever… how’d it go last night with Razoooor Ramon.” You said in your own teasing tone and you could hear the snicker from the other line. 

“Oh it went just fine. I won’t get into the nitty gritty… but where are you at? I want to make sure I don’t lose you.”

“I’m at the heartbreak hotel.” You could practically hear your friends gasp in realization at what your night had been like. You snickered, telling your friend to give you a little to get ready before you’d be ready to go…

[judgementdaysunshine]

The bottled up nerves in you weren't calming down along with the excitement. As you walked inside the arena meeting the head of WWF, his wife Linda, and two children, Shane and Stephanie, being given your first task; which was to blend in with the crowd, and interfere in any match. The first matches you see are pretty good, even secretly helping a female wrestler get the upper hand after sneaking some brass knuckles in her pocket. Only helping her back over with a smile before she uses them and wins the match. You were currently watching a tag team match between two blonde men about your age, and two bigger men who kept saying Dudleyville. Every once in awhile deciding right after the two other men are knocked down, to help jumping over tugging one out of the ring. Placing the other's foot on the ropes before helping the other up, who was very dazed. As he got back in the ring, he said "The fuck is your problem!" you look up at the two bigger men feeling your anxiety rise, but you don't stand down as the two other men watch. They get up in awe until one leans over, and throws you in the ring, backing away in fear, and yelling when you're lifted up. You immediately fight shoving your foot in his face before you hop, and he lets you go. Shoving your knees in his face knocking him on the mat, turning with a chesire grin. You stare down at the other man who runs to you, but what you weren't expecting to happen was after you moved away; was for the taller of the blondes to take him down with his shoulder in the other guy's gut smiling with a wave and a middle finger. Before sliding out and rolling the referee back in, and allowing them to win. You grab the titles and hand them to the boys who don't take them. They lift you on each shoulder as you hold their titles laughing before grabbing a mic stopping as they leave the ring "Hey listen, I know we don't know each other, but know that not only am I here to prove myself, but also to not underestimate me. Know no matter what you have my support, and that I am an ally" a big handshake followed by an unexpected hug seals the deal. Before following them backstage where you see Linda waiting with approval, you slowly make the rounds to meet everyone else. Starting with another blonde man in tow with a short blonde woman becoming fast friends with them. That being Test and Trish followed by Lita and the Hardy boys. Along with a great interaction with the APA, but the interaction right after with DX makes you yank your shoe off and throw it halfway across the room. Which you do landing next to Undertaker; who looks up only to see you jump on Billy Gunn with a yell scratching and clawing after an insult. You're pulled off by the Deadman instead of being thrown or injured he carries you off across the hall asking what happened. You explain everything, and watch as he goes and slams Billy through a table. He walks past you with a chuckle and patting the top of your head. You bump into a taller woman while walking around after putting your shoe back on apologizing as you notice a good looking man next to her. You're feeling nervous, but they show you smiles before the three of you walk around laughing. You accompany them to their match realizing very quickly within the past hour with how much different you were from everyone else. Despite how everyone was different, you felt like you were an outcast, and out of place amongst everyone on the roster. Both of who you've met so far, and the ones you still have yet to meet sitting backstage. Smiling when you hear two familiar voices looking to see Edge and Christian. You start following them with a brow after, they asked if you wanted some fun. You were hiding with them waiting to bloodbath DX. Grabbing the bucket you hear the voices of the group looking at the two before they both shrug. Pointing their hands to the bucket they say, "Your honor." You smile big with a giggle before dumping the whole bucket on all three of you. Laughing as you run away enjoying the night of fun before your debut the next week.

[rainchyna]

holding his hand: EDGE.

to not lose you in a big crowd.

another weekend, another night out with the roster. you couldn’t even remember why you were in this club, but here you were. the club was packed and everyone who was in the wwe where hidden away in the vip section.

you came with edge and christian, christian was walking at the very front, edge right behind him, then you. you tried to watch where you were going, but there was just so many people around you, walking in front of you, and too much noise to even comprehend what was going on.

adam looked at you, notice if you kept getting stuck between people. he held his hand out for you to hold, you quickly grasped onto it, not wanting to be left alone in the middle of the club.

“thank you!” you said as loud as you can, “anytime!” he replied with a sweet smile.

quickly linking your fingers together.

it was at your birthday dinner, your make up was done perfectly and your dress was tailored to fit you to the last bit. you looked like an absolute angel.

everyone was at the bar grabbing drinks while the table was being laid. you were standing between adam and trish. adam’s hand gently brushed against yours, you smile to yourself as you playfully tugged on his pinky. he held your hand, intertwining your fingers. his hands was warm, and his fingers gently squeezed yours.

you both stood there with your hands tucked in between you, chatting with your friends. as the hostess approached you to let you know that the table was ready, your hands immediately recoiled away from each other, but your pinkies stayed connected.

you gently tug on his pinkie again before letting of his hands, leaving his to sadly hang by its self, looking for yours.

“you two are not as subtle as you think you are “ trish leans in to say, as you and her laugh.

holding hands under the table.

your first date was at your house, you both cooked dinner together and had wine while an old, cliché romance film played in the back.

you set a table out in your balcony, you both sat under the moonlight. adam wore a black button up, that was unbuttoned down to the forth button with matching black pants, while you wore a cropped black silk blouse, and a black mini skirt.

you couldn’t help but stare at the moon, you always found it beautiful. “you’re more beautiful than the moon to me” adam complimented. you smiled at him, and his heart instantly melted. he couldn’t help himself but want to be close to you.

he took your hand in his under the table, thumb gently caressing your knuckles as you told him about your day. he could stay here forever.

comparing hand sizes.

you were both just chilling in your locker room, you were sat between his legs as you did his hair. adam noticed that your hands looked quite tiny compared to his.

he grabbed your hand and aligned it with his, his palm was much bigger than yours and his fingers could easily curl over yours. “how do you even eat with these?” he asked, “and you wrestle too, damn” he added making you laugh.

he closed the gaps between your fingers, intertwining your fingers with his. he brought your hand up to his lips, gently kissing it. you both stayed there for a while, as he continued planting little kisses on the back of your hand.

you couldn’t help but feel giddy and bubbly on the inside as he asked you, “can i please make you mine?”

[oddeyevibes]

i feel like dwayne would be THE BEST sugar daddy and also totally whipped for you. whatever you want, it's yours and he doesn't care how expensive it is. whatver the price it's practically pocket money to him. he also seems like the type to pay for your girls trip just because

No cause you’re 100% right! Pick an era and you’ve still got a bomb ass sugar daddy.

The Rock is just ballin 24/7 and he makes sure you’re taken care of. Hair? Covered. Clothes? The best. Whatever you want, he’s gonna get it for you. As a gift for himself, he sometimes gets you anklets, bracelets, and such with his name on it.

Have you ever wanted a car with your name or nickname as the plate???

He will have your family swooning because he will always have something for them if you ever bring him around.

And yes, he is very much paying for your girls trip. He’s the type of sugar daddy that you don’t mind giving the occasional sugar either cause you have to be a supreme hater to not think that man is fine. I don’t care about preferences lol.

[windhamsrotunda]

I Only Have Eyes For You - Bret Hart

Pairings: 90s!Bret ''The Hitman'' Hart x Female! Reader

Summary: (Based off of the song ''I Only Have Eyes For You'' by The Flamingos). Bret only has eyes for you, and you know it's true. After a year of not being able to see him due to traveling, Bret comes home unexpectedly and surprises you.

Warnings: Mainly fluff, Little smut, Bret being a supportive and kind boyfriend, it just gets fluffy and SOMEWHAT smutty, just a fair warning there. male! receiving. (18+ Readers Only, Please!)

Requested by: No One (this is for the 500 followers celebration, cause I hit 500 followers! <3)

Word Count: 1.4k

It has been at least a year since you have last seen your boyfriend, Bret. You have been missing him ever since he left to travel around the world, signing autographs, thousands of fans screaming his name across the nation — you just missed him. Every second, every minute, every hour, everyday.

He was the sweetest and kindest boyfriend you'd ever ask for out of a guy, and that guy was Bret Hart. He would usually call you in the middle of the night every other night, just to tell you that he’s safe. His voice was so soothing, you could get lost in it only by listening to him talk for hours. You missed him as a whole, but you knew one day he would be back with you in his strong and muscular arms again.

You skimmed through photographs of you and him, one of those photographs being placed into a memory book, where he kissed you on the cheek with his arms wrapped around you at a carnival. What a distant feeling. You thought. You held back tears from forming and dropping onto one of the fresh polaroids placed into the memory scrapbook of you and Bret, but goddamn it you missed him.

You could say how much you miss him like a broken record over and over again, but it doesn’t change how you feel towards him. Your love for Bret was angelic, and kind-spirited, it was so ridiculous to the point where you would talk to your friends about your boyfriend and how much he meant to you. Of course, you knew Bret since you two were in middle school, it has been so long. A year has felt like eternity, your heart began to break because you wanted to see him. No one could ever know how you were feeling, the desire of wanting to hug him one last time, or more.

A few hours had passed, you were home alone on a Wednesday afternoon. Cuddled up in a gray blanket, you heard the rain bellow down onto the rooftop as you drifted off to sleep.

‘’Y/N? Are you home?’’ A familiar presence made its way into the doorway of your home. No, it can’t be.

Your eyes popped right open, you jumped up and saw a shadow lurking in the corner of the living room.

‘’Bret?’’

‘’BRET!’’ You ran as fast as you could towards your boyfriend, his arms wide open for a familiar hug, a hug you haven’t felt in over a year.

Tears of mixed emotions formed in the creases of your eyes, your face buried in the crook of your boyfriend’s neck, he hugged you tightly.

‘’Did you miss me? ‘Cause I know I missed you,’’ He whispered soothingly, his hands resting on your back, rubbing.

‘’Y-you have no idea, Bret… I-I missed you a lot. More than you’ll ever know.’’ You answered, fighting back so many mixed emotions, your head was spinning, it felt like eternity since you last saw him.

‘’Shh, it’s okay. I understand baby, I missed you more. I’m so sorry for leaving you after all of this time, I feel like a jerk—’’ You pressed a finger upon Bret’s lips, your eyes glistened with his.

‘’Please don’t ever feel like you’re a jerk, because you aren’t. I just missed you. Your hugs, your smiling face, your presence.’’ You spoke, he wiped your tears away with his thumb.

‘’You know what I have missed?’’ He asked you, eyes boring into your’s.

‘’What?’’

‘’This.’’

Bret pulled you into this strong embrace, and kissed you deeply. His lips were sealed onto yours, oh how you missed him. You melted into his arms, such a familiar feeling.

He guided you into a near wall, with your lips never breaking apart. He knew all of your weak spots, and how to make you feel good. But this was the best feeling in the world, with his hands cupping your bottom, lifting you up to support your body weight against a wall felt like ‘’heaven and i’d die for it’’ feeling. His lips attached onto your earlobe, sending dead cold shivers down your spine. Bret chuckled,

‘’I missed your body touching against mine, not only that, but I missed how well my baby girl behaves for me,’’ Hearing those words made you blush a heavy pink, you were dumbfounded and so in love with him, that cute asshole.

‘’I— I missed you more,’’ You mouthed, trying to get the right words out so you can prevent yourself from being embarrassed. But it was too late for that.

‘’Aww, are you lost, baby girl? I’ll make your clueless mind less worrisome.’’ He teased, his voice deep in anticipation.

You crossed your legs to prevent yourself from making your ‘’oh my god, he just made me weak all over and he probably knows it’’ feeling from being so obvious. Shit, he knew you so well he could read you like a book.

Bret caressed your cheek, you whimpered, the bare minimum touches he gave you was pleasurable. He didn’t have to lay a finger on you or fuck you dumb to pleasure you, all he did was talk to you nice, that way he could win your heart for good.

‘’Oka-okay. You got me, Bret.’’ You finally gave in, a laugh was heard from The Hitman in response.

‘’Good girl. Now, tell me. Tell me all of your heart's desires.’’ He challenged.

‘’I— Holy shit. I am so nervous, it’s been like a year since we’ve last done this.’’ Your heart beating through the floor, you felt yourself tense up under his touch.

‘’It’s okay, baby. Whatever makes you feel comfortable.’’

Maybe you did want him to continue what he was doing, he gave you a sly smile and placed his hands onto your’s. You couldn’t admit it, you were out of it, shit, come on Y/N, think.

‘’I-I need a minute.’’ You stepped back, and ran into the bathroom.

Your legs shook, you cupped yourself and felt the warmth running down your legs, a huge sigh of relief escaped out of you as Bret was waiting in the living room.

‘’How in the hell did he get me this wet—’’ You blushed, and decided to take a quick shower. You texted Bret, who happened to be still waiting in the living room by himself. A door knob turned to the bathroom door, and quickly shut afterwards. A shirt and pants dropped to the floor.

‘’Mind if I join?’’

‘’I don’t mind at all, babe.’’ You said, a smile played upon the face of Bret, and as he stepped in, you kissed him again, but deeper.

The shower continued to run for a few minutes, kissing your thighs, he asked for your approval before doing anything else. He wanted to make love to you in the shower, and so he did.

You tilted your head back, a soft moan slipped past you right as his lips pressed against your garden.

‘’Being so well-behaved for me.’’ He added after another kiss, while he had you under his little finger. You sighed aloud, your fingers crept into his long black hair, tugging slightly onto his hair, a low grunt from him was heard by you.

Knowing he was pleasuring you, you decided on turning the tables by kissing down his chest, going lower as you progressed, and well, you know the rest.

Bret groaned, he held the back of your head while you were softly gagging underneath him. ‘’My god, Y-Y/N. You t-take me so good.’’ He said.

‘’Y/N, I-I’m about t-to’’ He warned, pulling out of your hollowed mouth, releasing. His eyes closed for a brief second, heavy panting heavier than the sound of the shower head spurting down water itself.

‘’You t-take good care of me,’’ You replied, standing up. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you close to him, wet hair and all.

‘’That’s my job,’’ He smiled brightly.

‘’I love you, Bret.’’

‘’I love you too, Y/N.’’

A/N: Omfg, so this is the first Bret Hart fic I have ever written, and I am kinda proud of how this turned out, I am sorry if the ending was crappy -- but it is 10pm at night. I promised you all a Bret Hart fic, and here it is. Hope you enjoyed <3 (likes, reblogs or any type of feedback are always appreciated!!).

[sudokuvenus]

Welcome

   Hello there all! I am SudokuVenus, but I also go by aliases Cherri Signia, CSignia, or simply Bullet (if you want a simplified name.) 

Welcome to the Signia Domain, where you can find a variety of writings, headcanons and series of your favorite TV shows and anime, even some obscure series that rarely gets covered. I am relatively new to the Tumblr Platform and returning to writing after 2 years of writer’s block. I hope to get back into the craft with a better perspective and grant you all with my creations! Enjoy your stay in the Signia Domain! 

[wrasslinwetdreams]

Dating Shawn Michaels Headcanons

When you first met him you thought he was a prick and he absolutely was one. You tried to avoid him because you heard the rumors about him being an asshole

You avoiding him definitely made him like you more. Shawn never realized it until he met you but he definitely enjoys the chase.

He finally gets you alone and for once doesnt act like a jerk off. He’s very nice even if it is just to get you to talk to him.

When you guys finally hit it off you try to keep things lowkey but that doesn’t work for Shawn. You’re pretty hot shit yourself and he wants everyone to know you’re with him.

He likes to grab you by the waist when he catches other guys looking at you backstage. He makes a show of grabbing your waist and giving it a little squeeze.

Being lowkey goes out of the window with Shawn. He makes you share a locker room with him. He won’t admit but he’s paranoid about guys trying to hit on you when he’s not around.

Taking care of him when his habits get a bit too out of hand. You always pull his hair back for him while he vomits in the toilet.

When no one is around you call him sugar. Shawn loves when you baby him after he’s feeling like shit and you call him that. “Come here sugar.” Just like that he’s slinking in the bed next to you while you play in his hair.

He asks you to move in with him fairly early into your relationship. He knows you’re the one and he wants to be under you all the time when he’s not on the road. Eventually he asks you to start traveling and staying in his hotels too.

Shawn loves that you’re different in that you’re honest with him. He might not like it and may even throw a little bitch fit but he knows you mean well.

Everyone is unsure how Shawn managed to bag you. He’s a major a- hole you’re a pretty little thing who’s pretty sweet for a top earner. None of the arrogance of your partner.

[take-taker-taken]

ShawnXreader? Bratty reader getting a spanking from HBK?

Thank you, lovely Anon! Hope this hits the spot…

“Honey, I’m home!”

You grin at the sound of his voice as the front door opens and then you curse quietly as you realise the half-full takeout cup is still perched on the table. You leap up and grab it, swiftly tucking it away behind the couch. You’ve already had your quota of iced coffee ‘concoctions’ (as Shawn calls them), for the week and so you’ll be in trouble if he sees it.

You turn around with a smile and he drops his bag to the floor and opens his arms. With a happy giggle you leap into them and he kisses you, spins you around and sets you back on the floor before pulling you in for a deeper kiss. You close your eyes and drift into it when he suddenly stops and leans back, looking at you closely.

“What?” You pout at the abrupt end to the kiss but he just continues to stare, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Do I have something on my face?”

“Where is it?” He says, casting suspicious glances around the room and then turning back to you after noticing the ring of condensation on the table.

You feel yourself blush but try to appear nonchalant, saying with a frown, “Where is what?”

He gives you a warning look. “Baby girl, I can see the chocolate in the corners of your mouth and I can taste the coffee. Where is it - or did you finish it already?”

You roll your eyes and say huffily, “It’s only a drink.”

He gives his head a small shake and his tone is measured as he replies, “We’ve talked about this, remember, and you agreed that you were having too many of those things. You asked me to set a limit on how many you should have and so-”

“I wanted one!” You practically stamp your foot and your voice raises as you interrupt him.

All Shawn raises is his eyebrow. “Did you forget who you’re talking to? Sounds like you need a time-out, little girl; go stand in the corner.”

Folding your arms tightly and pouting, you go to push past him but he stops you with a hand on your shoulder. “After you answer my question and tell me where it is.”

“Find it yourself,” you mutter, shrugging his hand off.

“Yeah, keep it up, brat. You’ve just upgraded from a time-out to a spanking.”

You’re annoyed at yourself for letting him down and for being caught out, but you know that now he’s said you’re getting a spanking there’s no way back from it, so it’s time for damage limitation. “It’s behind the couch,” you say quietly, head down.

“Go get it.”

Dragging your feet slightly you go and retrieve the cup, before turning back around to face him and he inclines his head towards the door.

“Into the kitchen and get rid of it.”

With a small sigh you do as you’re told, carrying it through to the kitchen where you remove the lid and pour the liquid down the drain. You don’t care - it no longer seems as appealing as it did before. You rinse out the cup too, and you’re about to dry it a little when his voice floats through to you.

“It doesn’t take that long - get your butt back in here!”

You return to the living room and he’s sat on the couch, waiting. You pause in the doorway and then he beckons to you.

“Over my knee. Now. You know what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”

You swallow and make your way over before slowly getting into position with your hips in his lap. He shifts you about a little and pulls your sweats and underwear down to your knees before guiding your arms out in front of you.

“You gonna keep those there, or do I need to hold on to your hands?”

“Keep ‘em,” You answer quietly and he strokes a hand down your back. The comfort is only momentary because in the next second his hand lands hard on your butt and you gasp with a mixture of shock and pain. He alternates between each cheek, delivering three more hard smacks and you whimper and clench your hands into fists.

“You know why you’re being punished, don’t you?” His free hand presses firmly into the middle of your back as he deals another half dozen blows.

“Uh huh - yes!” You correct yourself, knowing that you’re supposed to use your words.

He pauses the spanking for a moment and squeezes your cheeks. “Tell me,” He says quietly.

“I - I broke the rule about how many coffees I can have,” You say and then cry out as a fresh volley of hits lands on your skin.

“And…?”

You close your eyes briefly, feeling ashamed. “I - I lied to you about having it.”

“What else?” You don’t answer right away and so he unleashes again with a series of hard smacks that alternate on your cheeks, ending up with a couple of hits to your tender sit spot.

“I was rude! I’m sorry!” You kick your feet but to no avail as he just shifts to clamp one of your legs beneath his own.

“Quit struggling.” His tone is impassive and he reaches across to pinion your wrists without missing a beat before you have the chance to try and reach back to cover yourself. “You earned this baby girl, and you’re gonna take it.”

The only sounds for the next minute or so are the slap of palm against skin and you yelp and wriggle as he lands hard slaps to your bottom and thighs. Tears leak out, a mixture of pain and regret, as you twist your hands together within his grasp. Stupid coffee with it’s syrup and stupid chocolate cream…

“I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, I promise, please!” You cry out as the blows rain down, seemingly getting harder. How can his hands be so soft and yet so hard at the same time?

“Yeah, I bet.” He lands four more hard slaps, and the final one ends with his hand impacting and then rubbing firmly against your burning flesh. You wriggle forward as though trying to escape and then give in to the treatment, as however sore it is, the gesture signals the end of your ordeal.

“You gonna stick to our rules in future, baby girl?” He squeezes the flesh hard and you whimper, kicking your feet again.

“I promise!”

“Alright then,” He answers and releases you from his grip, helping you to your feet. “Into the corner now - five minutes.”

Normally you would pout and argue about corner time, but you’re fairly sure that your ass is a beacon and so without protest you allow him to set you upright and shuffle you to the corner.

“Hands on your head, baby girl. You have a little think there about our rules.”

Backside throbbing, you do as he says, amazed that your butt seems to have developed its own heartbeat.You know of course that you were wrong to break his rule, and even more so to lie about it. You sniff, feeling sorry for yourself and settle in for the wait…

~*~

“OK, we’re all done, baby girl. Out you come. Come on and give me a hug.”

You turn eagerly and throw yourself into his waiting arms, happily inhaling the scent of his skin. “‘M sorry,” You answer truthfully, “I won’t do it again.”

“Sure hope not,” He says, giving you a squeeze. “Much more fun things to do than punish you…”

You look up at him shyly. “Show me?”

…

TTT

[aritamargarita]

GOLDEN || 008

HOLD YOUR APPLAUSE!

now i welcome you back… you’ve landed at the golden train station destination, don’t forget your luggage when exiting the train yippee!

i hope you get a couple of laughs out of this…because after a certain point literally nothing is going to be funny anymore *WINK* you know, in both series, i think we just can't have nice things lol.

with this series of unfortunate events, i present to you [name]’s bizarre adventure. *lights dim, curtains fall*

THAT MATCH MADE you feel pretty unsatisfied. All you can hope for is that this future Sable storyline can give you more than whatever you're doing right now. The night is still young, so there are many things waiting for you.

BACKSTAGE // 7:24 PM

You’re the last one out. The other three were already making their way down the hall by now.

You’re not exactly satisfied with that match from earlier. Truth be told, you wanted to wrestle with Chyna a little longer. Even though you were goofing around, you knew for a fact that Chyna had more than an irish whip in her arsenal.

You want her at her full potential! You’re sure she wants you at your full potential too.

If only you were put in a storyline with her instead of Sable, sigh..

You're not exactly alone back in gorilla either. As soon as you hit those curtains, Bret was leaning on the wall. "Done for the night?"

You look at him with a smile. “Yes.” You weren’t really impressed overall with your match, and you’d tell him this much. “If you were watching, don’t be surprised. I didn’t do much this time..”

Bret shrugs it off. “I still think you did something out there. That’s all that matters. Let me tell you a little secret,” He comes closer so that you can hear him a little better. “Shawn’s got a real big habit of making things all about him. Trust me, I know.”

The way he said it makes you raise an eyebrow. Now you’re really curious..

“..Still, I think you stood out tonight.” He continues.

“Couldn’t keep your eyes off of me, eh?” You tease. “I get it. Everyone seems to have that problem when they meet me.”

“Your name must be trouble, then.” Bret grins at you. “Causing it everywhere you go. By the way, what ever happened to watching me wrestle? Think it’s a little unfair if I can only watch you.”

"Listen, I wanted to tell you sorry. I kiiinda just wanted to go back to my hotel." You explain. “Other than make that one ringside appearance, there wasn’t anything to do, you know?”

“I guess I better back out of our bet, huh?” He stuffs his hands in his pockets. “Don’t know if I can trust you to hold up on your end of the deal.”

Bret must think he looks really cool doing that. You’re almost flattered.

“Oh no!” You say, dramatically putting your hand on your chest. “Whatever will I do?!”

“Hmm. Could make it up to me.” He says. “What do you have planned tonight?”

“Nothing…but..” You cross your arms. “If you’re about to say what I think you are, I thought the whole deal was if I talked to your crazy friend?” You hadn’t seen Pillman the entire show, let alone the last show. “I haven’t even seen him yet..”

Bret shrugs. He didn’t have an answer at first. “Well, maybe the guy’s just a little shy. You might’ve missed him. I talked to him the other day and funnily enough, it just so happens he talks about you a lot. I don’t blame him, but if I were you, I’d check the match card for tomorrow.”

Hmmmm……

“You don’t blame him, huh..” Whatever that means. “And I’ll check. Now, what do you want from me?” You’re sure that Shawn must’ve been looking for you by now, especially since you fell back.

“You said you’ve got nothing planned tonight, right?” Once you nod your head as confirmation, he smiles. “We’re gonna grab something to eat.”

“Is that an order or a request?”

“Whatever you want it to be.”

You’re not sure how to take that, but if there’s one thing you like, it’s people who are forward with what they want from you.

It’s probably another thing on your imaginary list that Terry’s instilled in you overtime. Closed mouths do not get fed. He’s got a lot of good lessons..

“Okay, okay. That’s fine.” There’s something else that’s been killing you, so you just go for it. “When you mentioned Shawn making things all about him, what did you mean?”

Bret decided to put it bluntly. “If you really want to know, he’s just a smart ass. Guy thinks he’s at the top of the world these days. I’m surprised no one told you what happened last month..”

“Not at all.” What exactly happened?

“Last month, I lost the WWF Championship to him and not in the way you think. That asshole put me in the sharpshooter and the bell rung without me even tapping.“

Damn. That’s crazy. You couldn’t even imagine the atmosphere backstage after.

The only thing you can say is; “Wow.”

He chuckles, which makes you tilt your head. “You should’ve been there. I ended up ripping a chunk of his hair out.…can’t say it might not sound a bit anti-climactic in my words though.”

“And this was like a month ago?!”

“Yeah. You just missed it. Believe it or not, we were actually pretty good friends a while back.”

“Seriously?” Though you’ve only known them for a little while, they seem like they’re from such different worlds. Then again, opposites do attract.

“Seriously.” He nods. “My only advice to you right now is to be careful who you trust. You’re in the lions den. Personally, I don’t think it’s wise to stay there.”

If you leave the “lion’s den”, where else could you go? You’re fully capable of making a name for yourself, but the ladder may work a little different here.

There’s more questions you want to ask. Hundreds of them, even. But things are cut short when you see Shawn yet again sauntering down the hallway with his arms open.

“Heyyy, I knew something was wrong! Didn’t see ya’ behind us!” He chimed. “You know you’re apart of the group, what do people say these days? No one left behind? Because you’re apart of the group, you know?”

He placed a lot of emphasis on group. Something that makes you look at him in confusion and makes Bret raise his eyebrow at him.

“Man, I sure LOVE being with D-Generation X,” He continues. “You know, the group. Now if you excuse us, we’ve got somewhere to be!” Shawn slings his arm around you and tugs you down the hallway.

“Sorry.” You turn your head towards Bret with an apologetic look on your face. “See you tonight?”

Shawn’s really starting to get on your nerves with this. It almost makes it worse now that this ‘Montreal Screwjob’ put that slight sour taste in your mouth about him.

“I feel like I’ve gotta put a leash on you or something.” Shawn chuckles. “Always wandering somewhere else.” You want to find the sweetness in his words, but you literally can’t. You’re too pissed off with him dragging you away like that.

With you giving no response, not even a sarcastic one, he suddenly stops. You step away and just stare at him.

With what Bret told you, could you really find it in yourself to trust Shawn? Could you even trust D-Generation X as a whole?

Somehow, you feel like the only person you can trust is Chyna. But maybe that’s because you have an fondness for her.

"What?" He asks. "Why're you looking at me like that?"

You simply shake your head and continue down the hall. The locker room must’ve been only two doors down.

“Woah, woah!” Shawn yells, speeding up so he can catch up to you. “Hold on a second there..!”

You don’t slow down or say anything to him as you open the door and head over to your things to hastily pack them. You need to find a nice outfit and you’d much rather do it alone.

Chyna and Hunter give a look to each other before turning back to you in confusion. Shawn’s making hand gestures towards you, but they have no fucking clue what he means.

You shoot the other two a smile before grabbing your luggage. “Have a good night.”

“Yeah…uh, you too.” Hunter replies.

After his words, no one really says anything else to you. The three of them just watch you push past Shawn and walk out the door.

“Man, you must’ve royally fucked up that one.” Hunter muttered. You didn’t seem to be in a good mood at all. “The hell happened?”

Shawn waits a moment before finally gathering some words together. “Yeah, yeah. Listen, it’s for her own good. You don’t get it, she was talking to Bret. Shady business, guys! We’ve gotta follow her.”

“I don’t think you should do that.” Chyna recommends. “You should leave her alone.”

“That’s a good idea.” Shawn thinks about it for a moment. “Buuuuut that’s not gonna happen. ‘Cause what if she leaves us for the Hart Foundation?! She was talking to Bret earlier. Sounds like they’ve got plans. Plans for what exactly?!”

“Dude…” For a second, Shawn thinks that Hunter wasn’t on his side. “…Holy shit, you’re right. She might just leave us. The woman’s new, this may be a test drive!”

Chyna couldn’t believe that Hunter was feeding into this. Seems like you couldn’t have friends outside of them. The more overbearing they are, the more you’d want to leave the group, and she most definitely didn’t want that to happen. “You guys—“

She tries to be the voice of reason, but the other two just weren’t hearing it.

“Get the car ready!” Shawn yells, quickly grabbing his own stuff. “She’ll be gone before we know it, this is a mission we can’t fail!”

You wanted to look nice. Not for any particular reason, of course. You think what you’ve scrapped together is good enough, so you pose in the mirror one last time for good measure.

This isn’t a date or anything. It’s just two co-workers hanging out in their spare time after the show. Yes, that’s right. Just two co-workers. It’s for business and whatnot.

Sure enough, the car ride didn’t entail anything that interesting. The two of you just sat in silence for the most part. Both of you were just focused on the road in front of you, with little small talk.

You didn’t know what to say. Neither did he. But there was a smile on your face that just wouldn’t go away as you idly drummed on your knee the entire time.

The thought crossed your mind to offhandedly mention how you almost cracked your head open when he called to tell you that he arrived. Just for light banter. You ended up not saying anything.

Finally getting there was different. The moment you two got out of the car was the moment you two could talk about everything in the damn world. At least he was nice enough to open the door for you.

You didn’t really know why, but you figured that you should get a feel for him, see what he likes to talk about..

This is really weird.

“Are you cold?” Bret suddenly asks. “If you want to, you’re free to use my coat.”

“No, I’m good.” You say. For some reason, this is genuinely making you nervous. Even though you’re hanging out.. “Thanks anyway.”

It is a bit chilly outside. Then again, it is December.

He opens the door for you again and you're suddenly hit with warm air. It feels much better. You just hope you don't start to feel uncomfortable with the heat by being there for too long.

It's not too much of a fancy restaurant, nothing five star or anything along those lines. It's just a local one in the town, you think.

It’s definitely not a Waffle House. This one guy in your life had a tendency to take you there at 2 in the morning and call it fine dining. By no means were you complaining about the food. The food is good. It’s just the idea.

The waiter greets you two. Bret’s the one that does all the talking as your eyes seem to wander off somewhere else.

You notice that it’s pretty quiet for the most part, though you can see people chatting away at tables.

Somehow, seeing people like just hanging around like this reminds you of when you were just like any other person. Right before you got into wrestling. It’s different this way.

The feeling of not being famous, you suppose.

It reminded you of that period of your life where you didn’t know what exactly you wanted to do. You guess you were at the right place at the right time because you got scouted in a strange way.

More than likely because you were nice-looking, of course. But you’re more than just looks and you demonstrated as such in your very first match.

Before you’re able to spiral in your thoughts any further, Bret has to tap you on the shoulder to get you to follow him.

“Whoops.” You mutter. And you follow right towards the dining room. Once you’re seated in a booth, the both of you are passed menus. “Ever been here before?” You ask, doing your best to make conversation.

“Nope. I just think it’s a nice change of pace. I’m the kind of guy who’ll eat fast food. But hey, I just said screw it, let me at least try to leave a lasting impression on a new friend.” Bret says, scanning over the menu. He wishes that the lights weren’t so dim in here…

“Ah. You and me both.” You too, we’re a victim of fast food. McDonald’s fries were too good to pass up. It’s like a tradition for yourself to go after every show.

Things are a bit different now. You want to try and get a better feel of the WWF’s schedule first.

On another note, it is safe to say you’re decently impressed. You just hope the waiters here weren’t as temperamental as Waffle House waiters.

“Hola! Oh shit, I mean, bonjour.” The waiter says in a terrible French accent. “I’m your waiter, Sèan, that’s right, don’t forget the apostrophe on the E, how may I take your order, eh?”

You don’t really comment on it, instead focusing on the menu. You’re not that hungry either. Somehow, that match had zapped away your appetite. Maybe you should just order ten cocktails and get drunk or something.

Actually, no, no. That’d be really embarrassing.

You lift your head up to give the waiter a smile, but once you do, it immediately falls.

…You look over at Bret, who was simply scanning through the menu unfazed. Did he seriously not know who this was?

Did his voice not give it away? You’ve gotta be kidding. This has to be some king of joke.

How did Shawn even nab a waiter outfit anyway? And most importantly, who glued that mustache to his face?! Is no one else pointing this out??

More importantly, he picked such a stupid name. Way to disguise yourself.

Still, Bret hasn’t noticed. But if he does, then you both more than likely are going to leave. While you’re pretty upset that he followed you here, you wonder how this’ll play out.

“Um..” You rub your temple. “Wow. Okay. Hi, Sèan with an apostrophe. Can I just get a water for now?” You start to wonder how in the hell he’s going to get access to the kitchen.

“Oui!” He gives you a thumbs up and you cringe. Honestly, you never thought you’d be in a situation like this in your life.

“Same here. I can’t figure out what I want for the life of me.” Bret says.

“You could get lost.” Shawn mutters, his eye twitching.

“Huh?”

“What? I didn’t say anything, kind sir. You wanted the water?”

As Bret gives his response to him, you start to wonder why your life has to be this way. Out of all things that could've happened..why in the world would Shawn follow you?

He leaves and you take a moment to rub your face with your hands. For once in your life, you'd just like to meet someone who wasn't that obsessed with you. You have had plenty of bad experiences already.

Meanwhile, Shawn is slightly panicking. You definitely knew that something was up. He goes over to another table, holding up a notepad. “Guys, we have a dilemma. I call this: Code Alfredo.”

“That is a stupid codeword.” Chyna blatantly says behind her menu. And quite frankly, she thinks what they’re doing now is stupid too.

Hunter slightly leans down the menu that’s covering his face. “I’m totally for it, man. Don’t worry. What happened?”

“I think she knows! I’m gonna try and get access to the kitchen. These idiots don’t even know I don’t work here.” He chuckles. “Slipped right under the radar. Hell, you could get your own uniform if you wanted to, Hunter.”

“Always wanted to try my hand at cooking.” He says. “Guess I’ll get ready for my shift, heh.”

“If she sees the two of you, she’ll know something is up. And I don’t want her to think that I had anything to do with this.” Chyna says, lowering her menu. But she, just like you, wanted to see how it’ll play out.

Shawn just laughs. What makes her think she’s not going down with this ship?! “The hell do you mean?! You’re deep in it now! You definitely play a part in this.”

“Ugh.” She groans, waving her hand and bringing up her menu to cover her face once again.

“C’mon dude. We’ve gotta get you a uniform.” Shawn nudges Hunter to get up. “And you’ll never guess what I did, I asked a camera crew to come over and we’re gonna….”

And back at your table, things seemed to be the same as always. You just can’t believe Shawn’s even here.

You’ve gotta find a way to make the best of this situation, maybe even try and distract yourself from the fact he came. Easier said than done.

“So, uh.” You cough out. “I’ve heard stuff about some kind of award show called the Slammy’s. Know anything about it?”

“Yeah. Most of the Hart Foundation is going, so I’m obligated to go too. I’ll be honest, I didn’t want to go.” He admits with a smile. “Thought it was dumb. Especially since I’ve already won last year. Three times.”

“Three?” You’re surprised. He must be good, damn. “What did you win it for??”

He counts them out for you with his fingers. “Best Submission. Best Music Video. Believe I was Hall of Fame bound as well.”

“That’s a lot stuff. Pretty cool.” You smile. And it was. You originally thought that you couldn’t imagine being picked for something like that, but apparently, you did! “I got nominated, too. Least I think I did. I think it was Miss Slammy?”

“Then I know who my votes going to.” He immediately says. “No question.”

You scoff. “Oh, you…”

“By the way, it’s pretty common for you to bring someone to the Slammy’s with you. Did anyone ask you yet?”

“No. Not at all.” To you, you figured that was a given since you were new and all. No one really knows you like that.

“Guess this is my opportunity then. Are you interested in going with me?”

Suddenly, yet another waiter comes by and you groan.

This time, you can identify him as definitely Hunter. He has a stupid chef hat on, and his glued on mustache may have been falling off, but he can’t hide those blonde locks of his.

“Compliments of the chef.” He sets your drink down and you look at it. Gotta be some variation of soda. This isn’t water.

“Hey, uh. I wanted a water…” You say.

“My bad.” He swipes it back up, then turns to Bret. “What did you want, dude?” Of course, his customer service was really bad. But you can’t talk…

“I just wanted a water too.”

You’re not understanding how Bret hasn’t caught on yet. Maybe he’s not paying attention too well enough. You kept seeing Hunter’s eyes darting behind Bret, which struck you as strange.

“Hey. Did you know Shawn Michaels won the Slammy’s five times last year?” Hunter suddenly says.

“What—?” As Bret is talking, a circular tray is smashed on top of his head and he crashes down to the floor. You immediately jump out of your seat.

You’ve gotta be fucking kidding.

Shawn dramatically rips off his apron and ushers the cameraman to come closer so that they could get a good shot of this beatdown. "You think you're better than us?! Tell your little foundation to stay away from our new recruit!" He kicks him.

"Stop that!" You yell. The attention was on all of you as Shawn continues to kick Bret. In attempt to stop his assault, you jump on his back. The people surrounding you are just enjoying the show at this point.

Because you're currently trying to choke Shawn out, Hunter takes over and starts laying blows onto Bret. Chyna has to come out of nowhere in order to try and separate you from Shawn.

Once she lifts you off of him, you look behind you. "Oh my god! You too, Chyna?!"

Well, now you know for sure this restaurant wont be allowing you guys to come back.

Ever.

i'd like to give an explanation as to why she stopped having “a thing” for shawn so quickly.…..the answer is clearrrr, it’s absolutely raven’s fault…she will never see being the slightest bit clingy as a good thing again LOL.

ngl this chapter was a struggle thanks to motivation and tumblr breaking every 5 seconds. i wasn't very happy but i think it just needed a new set of eyes (aka you who's reading lmao) i thank you for reading, big things are coming!

[blowflyfag]

For me it’s final season, however it hasn’t been stopping me from having these massive creative spurts. So I wrote this last night! Please let me know your thoughts! And if you want me to try and write soemthing let me know! I’m more than happy to take a request.

“This is a Life” by Son Lux, Mitiski, and David Byrne, and “recently,” by Liana Flores, are the songs that I listened to that helped me write.

So here’s my Kane fic! It takes place around the betrayal from X-PAC

Kane x (Male Wrestler) Reader

Tw: there’s mention of blood and stitches, very brief, as well as a breakdown from Kane.

You have heard stories, any newbie like yourself heard stories about people to avoid, those you should be scared of.. Those who would harm and maim without consideration. Some felt Justified, you didn’t personally feel safe around the undertaker, a shiver down your spine each time you’d feel him pass by, that vampire too… he unnerved you but one that everyone seemed scared of that you just didn’t get was Kane. While yes, Kane was huge, definitely intimidating to go against and had this.. Air of intimidation, kick ass, and everything cool you could think of. You admired him greatly honestly more than you feared him. Kane never spoke much but that didn’t stop you. It started simply, “Hey man! Great Match out there!” You offered as you passed him backstage, turning on your feet to let him know you were talking to him as you walked backwards to go to your own match. He ignored you at first

And the second time.

And the third.

But the fourth time that’s when something started.

“Hey Kane! Way to show them man! You did awesome out there!” You said like clockwork, holding your hand up expectantly, awaiting a high five that usually never came but this was different. He finally stopped for once and didn’t pass you in the dust. He stopped, looked down to you and brought his hand against yours with a small clap sound. You looked up to his eyes and smiled wide, hell you might have been shaking. “Hell yeah man! Awesome! Hey I gotta dash but seriously great job!” You cheered as you patted his arm and rushed off towards the ring entrance, Kane standing back to watch your stupid joyful self.

It became cemented, after every match Kane had you’d wait for him to come back, high five him and if you didn’t have a match walk next with him to his locker room. You mostly spoke.. Kane not having much to say besides the occasional grunt or hum in response and honestly you’d have it no other way. Even some of the other wrestlers seemed to be a bit nicer to you since you had been seen so much with the “monster” Kane. Sometimes you were even lucky enough for him to allow you into his locker room to just Spend a little more time together, and you gladly did so.

That’s where you were now. You had some time before you had to run out onto the ring. A match scheduled for you and Edge. You were a bit nervous if you were being honest, Looking yourself over in the mirror, Kane’s mirror was cracked in many places.. You had been told by his only other friend X-Pac about the incident. You looked over to Kane who himself was adjusting his glove absentmindedly staring down at the floor. “Hey.” You began and his gaze lifted to meet yours. “You excited for your match against the Dudley’s?” You smiled fondly, but you could see in his eyes how they lit ever so slightly.. He was. He was excited to go and take someone on with his friend. He nodded his head and you chuckled. “I’m excited for you too man! If Edge doesn’t kick my ass too much I’ll be watching it.” You snickered softly as you made your way over to him and held you hand out towards him, “I better head out. Can’t keep fate waiting to much.” You chuckled before gasping as you were suddenly pulled forward. It was one of the tightest hugs you had ever felt. Kane had stood up quickly to wrap you in a tight embrace. You let out a small chuckle as you pat his back, “Cmon man! I’m not gonna let him get me that bad.” You snickered before pulling away from the embrace and Kane looked down to you, nodding his head before letting you out of his embrace to let you run off. You turned back once more with a wide smile, Giving him a thumbs up before running off.

You got your ass beat. But damn like always you left that ring with a wide smile on your face that the fans loved to see, even with the blood dripping from your forehead you held your hands up proud happily high fiving and shaking whoever wanted to. You loved what you did.. Even if you weren’t the best. You were sure you were at least someone's hero. Some Kid’s favorite and that's all that mattered. You made your way backstage and Kane was there, you smiled wide as you went over towards him, hand up expectantly and Kane did just as expected. A high five and you laughed. “You see me out there? He fucking rocked my shit! Hah! It was great!” You declared before feeling something against your forehead causing you to wince slightly at the sudden stinging sensation. “Ah- Kane Man what’re you-” You cut yourself as you noticed the alcohol pad in his hand, trying to clean the cut. “Oh- dude you don’t have to do that! I can go to the med bay.. I appreciate it though man.” You smiled that dopey smile.. That stupid smile that Made Kane’s heart flutter and shake against his ribs. Once he decided he did a good enough job cleaning the wound he tossed the pad into a nearby trash can and you patted his arm. “Would it make you feel better if we went to the med bay together? Can’t have you all nervous before your big match now!” You patted his back slightly as you began to walk off towards the med bay, and he followed. Looming over you that caused others to look with slight worry but you wouldn’t worry. You knew Kane better than these bozos.

Once at the Medbay you gave Kane one more small side hug. “Give em hell out there for me yeah? You and X better do good or I’m kicking your ass.” You teased and you could see his eyes crease ever so slightly, a smile behind that mask. You got pretty good at reading his eyes. He gave a small pat on your shoulder before you watched as he walked off. Letting out a small sigh you plopped yourself down on one of several folding chairs, looking to the professional who began to work on your stitches. “Hey you mind turning on the match..?” You asked and the worker sighed, clicking on a small monitor on a table and you watched the match begin with a smile. X-Pac and Kane vs the Dudley Boyz! What could go wrong.

You couldn’t believe it when you saw it. X-Pac betraying Kane like that. You… you thought everything was ok between them! You even talked to X-Pac a few times and everything seemed just fine. The whole group of D Generation X attacking him. You couldn’t believe it. You felt anger bubble in your stomach as you got up. You could worry about D-X later. You had to find Kane. As you ran down the halls you looked around. Frantic in a sense to find the Big Red Machine. You prayed you wouldn’t see X-Pac first.. If you did, you liked to think you weren’t one to anger quickly, not one to cause issues but you were going to cause some fucking problems.

As fate would have it though you found yourself at a crossroads with the black haired man. You felt your blood boil and your teeth bite the inside of your cheek. “You motherfucker!” You yelled, rushing over to shove the smaller man against the wall, not caring how rough you were. You couldn’t fucking care less about this guy. Luckily one of the cameramen was back there. Quickly turning to record the event. You went to shove X-pac towards a pile of trash cans.. Those always seemed to be so conveniently placed. You moved to stand over him. “You can bring all your D-X friends but Next week. We're going in the ring motherfucker. No fucking excuse. Unsanctioned match.” You said as you pointed towards him, X-pac simply staring back with wide eyes at the new challenge. You went to turn on your heel, fuck anyone trying to ask about that unsanctioned match you just promised. What mattered was Kane. You had to get to Kane.

By the time you made it to Kane’s locker room and opened it, it was trashed, the mirror had been shattered, a locker torn out of the wall, benches thrown around, a fire was even lit on one and then there was Kane. Curled up in the corner frantically shaking back and forth as he hit his head over and over and over again. “Kane…” You said in a soft tone as you closed the door and looked at the fire… last thing you needed was that spreading. You quickly grabbed a nearby bottle of water and dumped it on the fire. Watching the smoke rise in the air with sigh, you turned back to Kane, he hadn’t even raised his head yet. Still shaking and rocking, you slowly stepped forward, boots causing the glass to crunch under your weight and you sunk down next to him. Leaning against him as you wrapped your arms against his form. “I’m sorry.” You began in a soft whisper as he slowed his rocking ever so slightly. “I’m so sorry Kane.” You whispered before feeling his arms going to tightly wrap around you, crushing you almost in an embrace similar to that of a child clinging to their mother scared during a thunderstorm.

How long had it been since Kane had gotten that comfort? That warmth? You could only wonder. Paul Bearer didn’t show him warmth. His brother surely didn’t… and his so-called friend X-Pac wouldn’t anymore. Then you would. You would be that warmth.

How long it had been you couldn’t even recall. Staying on the floor with Kane clinging to you as if any moment you’d disappear. You’d leave him too. You’d turn your back and walk away with your actual friends. You’d see him as weak. But you would never. You could Never. Even if Kane didn’t want it, you were in for the long haul with him. However soon enough you had to go. You had to return to the hotel for the night. “Hey…” You whispered softly as you pulled your head away from the top of his. “Let’s get out of here yeah..? I know you were sharing a room with.. Him but we can share a room for tonight yeah? Would you like that?” You offered and Kane gave a slow nod as you both pushed yourselves up. Grabbing your bags and leaving in the darkness of night towards the hotel.

By the time you two had reached your room you let out a long sigh as you threw your bag on the floor and plopped yourself down on the bed. “Jesus man.. What a night huh?” You offered to Kane who didn’t acknowledge you. Simply going towards the other bed and setting his bag on the floor. Sitting on the edge with his back towards you. You watched in silence for a moment before pushing yourself up. Walking to sit yourself next to him, and once you did he leaned his head onto your shoulder. You wouldn’t complain. If Kane wanted to stay up all night in silence you’d do it for him. You wrapped an arm over his shoulder and gave it a small squeeze. “Hey.. I know it’s not much.. But you got me man.” You offered as you went to look at him, he met your gaze and you couldn’t help but shoot that dopey smile. That stupid, smile. He brought himself up sit properly. Bringing his head down to press his masked forehead against yours. You winced for a moment and he quickly pulled back. His eyes wide at the realization he hurt you, so he quickly went to encause you into a hug instead. You laughed softly as you wrapped your arms around him back. “I’m not porcelain big guy.” You teased and he let out a small grunt in response. Causing you to chuckle as you pat his back.

You don’t remember falling asleep. You just remember one moment you were up and then the next the sun was shining in your eyes and Kane was next to you, laid on his side with his face buried in the crook of your neck and an arm draped around your chest and a leg wrapped around your own. You couldn’t deny enjoying it however. The Idea of waking up every morning like this sent butterflies swarming around in your stomach. Maybe not feeling the mask against your neck and instead skin but.. Kane would go at whatever pace he felt comfortable with. You brought one hand up slowly, having it meet his own that draped across your chest. Linking your hand with his you closed your eyes, might as well get a few more hours in.

[judgementdaysunshine]

You felt numb as you walked to the ring with all your friends behind you as Chyna stands in the ring across from Vince. His eyes were as wide as dinner plates seeing you and everyone walk in the ring having all of your friends behind you while Edge stood on your right and Test on your left with Steph on his left and Linda on edge's right watching you slowly move towards vince as he backs away bumping into the Undertaker who chokeslams him. You stand over him feeling pure rage, "You are not going to send me off because I am a woman and because you don't like me, I am not going to let you ruin my life and career like you have for the past few months after I debuted" you were letting everything out realizing that you started crying and punched vince. "I don't give up easily and you're gonna have a fight to hell and back with me bitch!" you climb out of the ring with everyone else in tow feeling everything you held in was now pouring out uncontrollably and you were overstimulated sitting in your locker room from everyone else until you were in the dark with a little light from the hallway as your hands get squeezed by someone and a hand on your face as your eyes adjust, "This is gonna be cold" you jump a little at the ice pack placed on your neck. More tears form seeing edge and test as they held you tightly in their arms until things were silent, "We're proud of you" the words melt your heart and the kiss you shared with both of them had your heart filled with warmth before walking out and sharing a hug with linda and steph before the three of you go to your shared hotel room. A blush forms on your face when you realize that you had just started changing in front of them, you hide your face in your hands before your back was pressed against edge and test leaned in front of you as all of you pressed together sharing soft kisses safely tucked in their arms, waking up to see steph beside you drinking coffee. "They went out, so I decided to use the spare key and bring you breakfast" you laugh before the two of you talk enjoying pancakes and coffee, "He loves you" you almost choke as you looked at her wide eyed but she stops you before you can say anything "Remember what I told you when you read his letter?" you nod as she intertwines your hands. "No matter what the relationship is between the two of you, I'm completely okay with it he loves both of us and you deserve to be happy so I don't mind cause I know how wonderful of a person you are" the two of you share a hug before the two of you were singing and laughing in the car on the way to the arena talking about how you both fell for test. After sitting in test's locker room watching trish's match, the boys walk in to find you and steph side by side sipping soda unable to control your laughs seeing their faces before test held you and steph waving as she leaves with linda while you and the boys joked around smiling at each of your hands being intertwined with one of their hands and the ones that weren't intertwined with your hands were intertwined with each other.

[rainchyna]

𓆩♡𓆪 episode twelve: INSANITY ARC/EARNED IT.

i deadass dont know what to say. i love y’all though :)

backstage, 11:00 pm – after Summer Slam.

you didn’t want to talk to anyone right now.

you were going to shower and go back to your hotel room, it wasn’t that late and while everyone were hitting up bars and clubs to celebrate, you wanted to go to bed. you had to wake up early tomorrow anyways.

even though the hallway was empty, you could hear people in their locker rooms and halls chatting and laughing out loud.

well at least some of us feel good about themselves.

it was almost embarrassing. the way you dragged your feet along the ceramic floor and how just felt down. you’ve been the bad guy before, why is this so different?! maybe because you didn’t want to do it? or because of how sudden it was? maybe you’re just not ready for turns like that and that it’s just too soon.

regardless, you knew it was going to be okay. at some point…

you push your locker room’s door open and once again, you gasp at the amount of flowers in your room. you scanned your room quickly and didn’t see a card. you raise and eyebrow, could be your colleagues congratulating you on your match, or maybe your Japanese fans sent them as a congratulations for your first pay-per-view.

you didn’t think much of them this time.

you were just trying to get out and go home. so that’s what you did, after a quick shower and trying your best to not drop all the bouquets, you left without a trace.

7:15 pm, Germany.

going to bed early was definitely a good choice. everyone arrived in Germany groggy as hell, but you felt okay. you slept like an actually baby last night and it felt like almost everything had evaporated from your mind, almost, that is.

you stare at the ceiling in your new hotel room, and it stares back at you. you had a lot of questions.

who the hell thought it was a good idea to turn you heel and align you with Shawn Michaels?

what was Hunter going to think?

and lastly, what’s with the damn flowers?

you turn your head and look at the clock on the other side of the wall, 7:18 pm, it’s barely the evening. you should talk to Hunter, that’s the first thing you should do.

after a warm shower that took your mind off of distractions, you changed your clothes and ended up wearing a yellow top and minty green mini skirt, white mary janes and floral bag, maybe you can convince him to talk over dinner... or something.

you close your room’s door behind you, the hallway was quiet. everyone was probably asleep right now due to exhaustion from the flight, was Hunter even awake right now? you should’ve called his room, he’s not even that far away.

Hunter’s room was the door opposite yours.

well.

you walk exactly four steps then knock on his door twice, you almost didn’t want him to open the door but you also wanted this to be over with. you go to knock the door again, but the door is opened and there he was, as he opened the door, he struggled to button up his shirt.

“hey!” he said breathlessly, “oh. are you.. going somewhere? I don’t wanna bother you-…”

“I actually was gonna ask you to go get dinner with me” he smiled, “and come in” he said letting you in.

he seems in good spirits.

you sit awkwardly on a sofa as he scrambles back in his bedroom to put on some shoes. “any ideas where we could go?” he yells from inside, and you barely even heard him. “y/n?” he asked as he came out of the room.

“we’ll do whatever you want, but can we talk before that?”

Hunter sighs and you get up, “it’s the Shawn thing isn’t it?” he asked, you nod. “I know I should’ve said something the moment I found out we were gonna be put together in a love storyline since we’re together now. I didn’t know what you would think and in the moment I was having an internal conflict about the turn as a whole” you explain, “I understand if your mad at me, but-”

“hey” Hunter cut you off, “relax, I’m not mad at you” he says, and it felt like weight was lifted off of your shoulders. “you were just doing your job, doing what you were told to do” he walked closer to you, “you and I know Vince and his ideas that come on a whim, I’m not mad at you at all. I don’t even have the right to be. It’s okay” he says wrapping his arms around your waist.

you immediately pull him into a hug.

it was such a stupid thing. he’s right, you were just doing your job. you felt your chest tighten then release. “it’s okay angel, i’m not mad at you” Hunter rubs your back. “when I was in-… when I was in the ring with the girls, and I was thinking about how Vince made me a heel so quick, it felt like everything I’ve tried to build up was all shattered” you say as tears well in your eyes, “by something so stupid”

“see, you need to stop right here. pretty girls don’t cry”, Hunter pulled away from you, “now look at me, we’re gonna go out and I’m gonna take your mind off of this bullshit, you hear me?” he asked, you nod as you mumble a “yeah”

“now can you help me button this up, please?”

you begin buttoning up his shirt for him, but only until you’re about three buttons away from his neck is when your remembered.

“I uhm, I found more flowers in my locker room last night”

5:29 pm, backstage.

you weren’t even sad anymore, you were just pissed. you had a creative clause in your contract which means that you can do what you want and not do what you don’t want, and Vince straight up violated it.

Vince knew you didn’t want to be a heel, at least not early on in your career but here you were. you wanted answers, immediately.

that’s why you’re here, standing in front on Vince’s office. you’ve been standing here for at least ten minutes trying to think of a non violent way to confront him, but all roads lead to Rome. you have to deck him in the face.

you had a creative clause in your contract which means that you can do what you want and not do what you don’t want, and Vince straight up violated it.

Vince knew you didn’t want to be a heel, at least not early on in your career but here you were. you wanted answers, immediately.

that’s why you’re here, standing in front on Vince’s office. you’ve been standing here for at least ten minutes trying to think of a non violent way to confront him, but all roads lead to Rome. you have to deck him in the face.

you didn’t care if he was in the most important meeting of his life while in there, hell, you didn’t even care if you were going to get fired for this. you were going to fuck shit up regardless.

“Vince?” you say as you walk in, and what a pleasant surprise, both Vince and Shawn were in here. boy, was this going to be fun.

you sigh with a smile as you sit in the chair next to Shawn. Shawn and Vince exchange confused but knowing glances.

“you know why I’m here.” you state.

“Y/n, I-“ Vince starts, “no, no, don’t even start. I’m the one who’s gonna talk here” you raise a finger. “I don’t know what the fuck was going through your mind when you decided on my behalf that I’m better off acting a particular way, but let me tell you something, you don’t tell me what to do; I have creative control in my contract and over my gimmick, and never forget that I can leave whenever I desire. I’ve heard about you having elaborate bullshit ideas and pulling the strings out of nowhere, but I expected you to be reasonable and have some common sense and pull that shit in the middle of a fucking pay-per-view.”

Shawn and Vince looked at you in horror, no one talks to the boss like that! hm… well.

“I promise you right now that if i wasn’t thinking straight I would’ve walked out like it meant nothing to me, but it did. it meant something to the girls, it meant something to me.”

the room was silent for a moment, Vince was flabbergasted. “and by the way, you could’ve picked anyone but this guy” you point to Shawn.

“well…” Vince began as an attempt to reason with you, “getting with you was his idea!” Vince points to Shawn who mumbles something under his breath as he looks away.

wait, what?

“what do you mean this was ‘Shawn’s idea?’” you narrow your eyes at Vince.

Vince glances over to Shawn and you do the same. you chuckle as you pinch your nose bridge, “for fuck’s sake” you sink into your seat.

10:39 pm, Raw <Live>

today was… odd. not particularly interesting but, well it was something. you were completely zoned out as you stood in gorilla next to Taker, it was just as busy as it always is. no one noticed that you were off, Vince was monitoring the show, some staff were bringing in some last minute promo papers, there were some technicians in the corner, the usual. no one noticed that you were off.

but Taker did.

“you alright kid?” Taker asked, you look up at him and answer with an absentminded hum. “you don’t look like it” he nudged your shoulder. “you ever not wanna do anything because of your gimmick?” you ask, eyes past the curtains. “oh yeah” he answers.

you look up him, “there’s been a lot of things that seemed really cool to me that I wanted to participate in but would’ve been so darn stupid if it wasn’t for me being - well you know - dead”

you sigh, “I get it”.

he looks down at you again, oh. it’s one of those wrestling days.

“look kid” Taker began and you look up at him, “I know you and I have had our ups and downs, and I know we’re not exactly fond of each other but I have a duty, and as locker room leader I’m supposed to give the younger talent advice when they need it. you definitely didn’t notice but word goes around quick ‘round here and the boys are already talking about your little thing with Vince and Shawn in the office earlier..” he explained and your eyes widen.

“..w-what?” you ask, he places a hand on your shoulder and shakes his head. “jus’ don’t think about it too much. thing is, I can see you’re going through a hard time” he says making you chuckle, “I know I don’t look amazing today, but damn” and he laughs.

“look, you’ve done some great things in the short time you’re here and i’m not gonna ignore that, you’ve really done some incredible work! your match at summerslam was real good, and I can see that it taking the women’s locker in a good direction and I don’t want you to like .. lose your focus on the work you’re doing” he said looking away from you.

this felt a bit sudden, but you two needed to sort out your problems at some point and it’s been so long since it felt like you had mentally buried the hatchet.

“we all know Vince is ..not really fully there” he point to his head and you giggle, “and the longer you stay here, you’ll see more of it. stand up for yourself when you need but sometimes you’re gonna have to do things for the sake of doin’ ‘em; or because it’s what good for business. don’t let this little tidbit stop you from performing well, I know it feels like hell right now, but it won’t bother you after a while” he pats on your shoulder.

you know what? you needed that. you really needed to hear that.

you didn’t know what to say or do, so you hugged his waist. it was funnily awkward, but he patted your back some more.

“thank you” you smile, “it means a lot that you think, genuinely. and uhm, I wanna apologize for the uhm, fight. that was outta line and I shoulder have done that” you fidget with your hands. “eh, don’t worry ‘bout it. I forgave you for it a long time ago, granted I was acting like a dick, so i’m sorry too” he says.

a staff member quietly reminds Taker that he’s entrance is coming up. you quickly wish him good luck as he fixes up his hat and coat, you lean against the wall and take in what he said.

“it won’t bother you after a while” his words echoed through your mind, you hoped it would get better soon.

you look down at your self, the extravagant gear your wore today was a bit much. you wore a mini skirt and a cropped zip up jacket, both were pearl white and had bright red broken heart prints all over them. your boots were thigh high and had the same print but inverted. at least the beret was plain white. how is Shawn not colour blind yet?

ans speaking of the devil, he walks in, clearly looking for you but you ignore him and stand by the ramp.

he awkwardly stands next you, contemplating whether or not he should say something but he doesn’t. guess he’ll have to wait until you’re out in the ring.

[oddeyevibes]

The Rock with a Baddie S/O

[I mostly go kayfabe]

The Rock lives by the rule that if you shouldn’t date baddies if you can’t handle them.

He’s not one of those dudes that want you to cover up or dress like the bad bitch you are. If fact, he fully supports you because he loves making people jealous.

“You let her walk around dressed like that? Couldn’t be me lol”

“You damn right it couldn’t be you! A woman like that needs a man that can match her energy not some shriveled up chump that still needs his mommy to tell him how special he is!”

Of course, you two match your outfits together. Gotta look a unit, right.

He’s a softie around you on and off camera.

Be prepared for grand gestures for special victories. You won a championship? Giant bouquet of roses. He won a title? One of those candy assortments of your favorite sweets.

Literally the both of you take the same amount of time in terms of skincare.

You’re getting jewelry gifted to you, obviously.

Never passes up the chance to gush over you. Of course, it’s in his usual The Great One way but still.

Seriously, in backstage interviews, the moment Coach or whoever asks him if he’s worried about whoever he’s facing, The Rock immediately brings you into it.

“Now listen good, The Rock doesn’t give a damn about whoever’s dumb enough to think they can beat The Great One. You wanna know why? Cause no matter what The Rock’s hot momma is gonna be there in The Rock’s corner and that’s all The Rock’s gonna need.”

Yes, it’s hella corny but his constant affirmations mean more to you than he realizes.

Despite your vibes, he knows how to reduce you to blushing school girl.

[south-of-heaven]

Could i possibly request Chyna x daughter reader and maybe she gets to induct her mom into the HOF finally. Slightly emotional please? Her dad could be whoever you want it to be

Proud || Chyna x Daughter!Reader x Eddie Guerrero

Summary: Eddie would've been so proud.

As the moment arrived to honor your mother, Chyna, with her induction into the WWE Hall of Fame, a swell of emotions enveloped you. The pride of recognizing her monumental achievements mingled with a tinge of sadness; Eddie wasn't present to witness this historic moment.

Standing before the podium, you spoke passionately about Chyna's groundbreaking career, her dedication, and the impact she had on the wrestling world. Each word resonated with love and admiration for your mother, their significance echoing in the hall.

Your heart ached as you glanced at the empty seat that should have been occupied by Eddie. You knew how much he would have cherished this moment, witnessing Chyna's well-deserved recognition.

"Mom, I hope you know Dad would be so proud of you," your voice quivered with emotion as you acknowledged Eddie's absence, his memory a guiding presence in your life.

The audience erupted in applause, acknowledging Chyna's extraordinary legacy. Their enthusiasm and admiration were a testament to the impact she had left on the industry.

With a deep breath, you handed Chyna her Hall of Fame plaque, a symbol of her remarkable journey and the mark she left on the wrestling world. Though Eddie wasn't physically present, you could almost feel his spirit, his pride, and the love he held for Chyna and you.

As the ceremony concluded, you felt a sense of bittersweet fulfillment. Honouring Chyna's legacy filled you with immense pride, even in the absence of Eddie. You carried their memory in your heart, knowing that their influence and guidance would forever shape your path in wrestling, continuing the legacy they had left behind.

[thatgirl101blog]

Adoration

You stood in the center of the wrestling ring, the spotlight shining down on you as you took your place at the announcer's table. The crowd roared with anticipation, their excitement filling the air. Little did you know, Bret "The Hitman" Hart had his eyes fixed on you.

As you introduced the upcoming match, your voice filled the arena, capturing the attention of the audience. Your passionate and knowledgeable commentary captivated the crowd, showcasing your deep understanding and love for the sport. You brought a unique energy to the event that drew people in.

Midway through your introductions, you caught a glimpse of Bret. His piercing eyes met yours, and in that moment, time seemed to stand still. There was something about the way he looked at you, a mix of admiration and intrigue, that made your heart skip a beat.

Bret couldn't help but be enchanted by your presence. He was mesmerized by the way you passionately described the backgrounds of the wrestlers and highlighted their strengths and weaknesses with such enthusiasm. Your voice, filled with excitement and authenticity, drew him in closer.

As the match began, you continued to provide insightful commentary, immersing the audience in the action taking place in the ring. Every word you spoke seemed to add an extra layer of intensity and emotion to the match. Bret found himself hanging onto your every word, completely engrossed in your storytelling.

Throughout the night, Bret stole glances in your direction whenever he had the chance. The way you leaned forward, fully invested in the match, made his heart swell with admiration. He was captivated by your dedication and passion, seeing in you a kindred spirit who shared his love for the art of wrestling.

As the event came to a close, Bret found himself unable to forget the moments shared between you. Your voice, your energy, and your passion had left an indelible mark on his memory. In that ring, under the spotlights, you had captivated not just the audience but also Bret "The Hitman" Hart himself.