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SOLITUDE || 001

hello and welcome to the debut of solitude. to all my current readers, you already know what’s up, but to new and curious readers, this installment is based off of climbing the food chain of wwe, taking place in mostly the modern era, so there are superstars spanning from 2013 the earliest to 2022..

just let me cook on the timeline a little bit okay, you'll like it LOL. there’s a lot of Twitter segments in this so i hope it’s not annoying, they’re going to die down for the most part later i promise

without further ado, please enjoy!

TODAY IS THE first day of your call up. The support you’ve gotten from your friends from the training center was wonderful, but you’re still feeling antsy and incredibly nervous. Hopefully, your first day on the brand goes well..

Shawn Michaels was the one to break the news that you were getting called up. You could remember it so clearly because you completely ambushed him with an excited hug once he dropped the bomb on you.

He had patted your back and told you to lighten your grip a little bit, but not without a grin on his face.

If it’s one thing you deserve, it is the chance to expand your career. You always came early, and you were always prepared to learn.

You weren’t sure how to feel when he told you that you’d be heading to the main roster.

You only started as a superstar on the indie circuit and are only used to being on much smaller channels and local shows. You couldn’t even imagine being on WWE, which was broadcast on national television!

He had seen the look on your face and quickly tried to do damage control.

“We’re soft-launching you, or however you kids say it these days,” He told you. You think he grumbled something about how social media was confusing, but you brushed him off. “As an interviewer, I mean.”

“Huh..” You give a shrug. “As long as I can wrestle sometime.”

He had assured you that you will, sooner than you think, but they just wanted to focus on your speaking. Once they (and you), were more confident, they’d allow you to be in much more opportunities.

Such is life, you guess. Get through these obstacles for a bigger reward. You gave your gratitude to Shawn as you had a lot to look forward to.

If you’re not mistaken, WWE had already posted a teaser on their twitter. For some reason, you would find yourself constantly checking the tweet.

@WWE ✓

We hear someone is entering the scene… 👀

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—is what it said. The flurry of tweets under it were mixed. Lots of people wanted to know what the deal was, though some were already speculating it was an old star coming back.

However, the few fans that knew of your work had their guesses. Some of the pictures you posted on Instagram were cryptic hints, but you knew how the internet was. Crazy detective work..

But anyhow, people around the training center know that you’re pretty introverted. You only came to get some work done and go home. It was hard for others to get to know you at first.

They like to call you shy, but you’ve started to hate that word the more it’s used. It holds you back too much. You won’t make it far if you’re stuck with that description for your entire life.

Fortunately, they know what you lack in words is made up for in the ring. There’s no question that you’re good, you just tend to get nervous when speaking to the public.

At heart, you knew they wanted to help you out, and they wanted you to become the best you can be! If you start practicing, you’re sure to be a star!

As motivating as it sounds, it’s still stressful. Going out of your comfort zone was nothing new. It’s a given if you want to wrestle properly, but it still makes you uneasy.

You know you’ve gotta put your best foot forward and do this despite it. This was your only chance, and you absolutely can’t mess this up.

Most of the people still training had given you their well wishes. It’s heavily appreciated; after all, you won’t see them anymore unless they’re called up there themselves.

You think you’ll miss Carmella the most. She was your training buddy, and you think she was the most excited about you getting called up. You hope that she’ll be next soon enough….

As of right now, you look tired. You damn sure feel tired.

It causes you to lie down on the floor of the locker room. It probably wasn’t the best idea, but fuck it. You’ve already made a bad decision by staying up all night out of excitement. It’s starting to come back to you.

Of course, you came to the arena a little too early. (which was an inside joke between coaches, you’re too punctual for your own good..)

You were sure most of your coworkers hadn’t arrived yet, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to see them. It’s not that you don’t want to, you’re just nervous to meet them.

Especially since you’ll probably be half asleep and may forget their names.

Much to your misfortune, a woman comes in, sunglasses on and suitcase handle clenched in hand.

She only lowers them with a finger once you’re in view. “Oooh,” She starts, then clicks her tongue. It’s apparent that she’s mocking you already. “..You look like trash.”

“Thanks,” You say with a sigh. “It’s so appreciated.”

This is not a good start. You make the move to get up off the comfortable ground and the woman puts a hand on her hip.

She’s not very amused, moving a free hand to flip her blue hair. “Did they get me a personal makeup artist? Or…are you just everyone’s stylist? Never seen you here before.”

“I’m new. An interviewer.” You say. Giving yourself that title feels much weirder than saying you were a wrestler. “Pray tell, who am I talking to?”

She’s a little taken aback by the cynical tone in your voice but takes her sunglasses off. This woman doesn’t think she’s met her match yet.

“Of course you don’t recognize a celebrity when you’re in front of one. Let me refresh your memory a bit. How does this sound? The boss, the blueprint, the standard!” She pauses for a bit for dramatic effect. “…Sasha Banks. And I better not have to repeat myself. Who exactly are you?”

“You have a pretty name.” You start off with. Honestly, you didn’t want to make an enemy out of her as much as she wanted to make one out of you. You hope she could see that. “I’m [Name], and you’re right. I am new. Maybe we can get to know each other a bit more.”

It actually seems to work because she falters for a second. “…What?”

You hold out your hand to her and she looks at it for a moment before shaking it with a scowl. Before you realize it, she’s already taking her hand back.

“I’m assuming you’re wrestling? Do you have a match?” You quickly ask, not giving her a second to recover. “I’d like to interview you after if you do.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Sasha drops her suitcase. She’s unsure if she could stand your bright personality for a second longer. You’re going to be a problem in the future. “Sorry, not sorry, but you’re a nobody. What’s the point?”

“It was worth a try. But if that’s what you want I won’t force you.” Sasha rolls her eyes at your response. You’re way too nice. “At least tell me, do you think it’s fun here?”

“Fun?” She repeats. “Tch, I know you didn’t just ask if it was fun. Get real. There’s nothing fun about being here. There’s only one thing that matters, and it’s the Divas Championship. Got it?”

“Got it.” You nod. Divas Championship…duly noted. You don’t think you’ll be going for it anytime soon. “Who’s got it?” You’ll have to ask if the standard Women’s Championship was still in circulation as well.

“AJ Lee.” She answers. It’s the least snarky answer she’s given you so far, but she reverts back to it. “I swear, I’m gonna drag her ass across the mat for that title. She makes me sick with her skipping around.”

You voice your thoughts. “She skips?” That’s one way to get to the ring. You’re curious now. “I wonder if I can interview her…she must have a lot to say about her reign so far.”

“What?” Sasha’s immediately offended. “Um, no. Who says you’re interviewing her first? You’re obviously going to interview me first.”

It’s contradictory to what she’s said before, but because of it, there’s a smile growing on your face. She notices and jabs her index finger toward you. “You can wipe that smile off your face, rookie.”

“So be it. I will see you afterwards.” You agree to interview her, doing your best to fight the smile off.

Sasha huffs and leaves the room for now. Your eyes follow her, and once she’s gone, you shrug to yourself. Wow.

Well, that’s one way to get an interviewee.

Almost seconds after her departure, your phone vibrates and you see it’s a notification from Twitter. After that, the tweets start to flow in.

What now?

@SashaBanksWWE ✓

I ALWAYS come first. Don’t forget that, rookie. @Officially[Name].

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@No1DivazStan: Wait…?

↳ @Sashabanksfan109: Literally like who is that??? What is she talking about?

Oh boy. Now people actually are getting the idea. She even went as far as tagging you. You’re already starting to have people follow you.

Including Sasha, which was a plus!

You’re confident about things for a moment until the thought of having to talk to her live circles back. Shit, you might start to freak out a little.

You hope Sasha wouldn’t be too harsh on you, even if it were wishful thinking. Sasha’s gonna come in hot, especially if she loses. You have no choice but to adjust.

A few more moments of silence pass, and suddenly the floor is calling you again.

You immediately lay back down. How long until the show? You take your phone out of your pocket and check the time. 6:45. The show starts at around 7. Maybe 8 if there are any delays.

Would it be wrong if you took a quick nap? It’ll only be 15 minutes, but it might just be enough to keep you going for the rest of the night.

You’re already closing your eyes. You know you’re going to be unable to hit any major stages of sleep, but even just laying like this is nice.

Until the door opens. You’re shooting up from your spot, almost falling over in the process.

“I WASN’T SLEEPING.” You clarify, doing your best to stand up. The woman, who’s not Sasha this time, looks at you in confusion.

She points a finger at you. “Ya’ sure about that? From the looks of it, it seemed like you were knocked out for a second.” Her accent is the first thing that catches your attention as she starts to motion towards you.

“No, no, not at all.” You try to defend. “Can’t a woman stretch on the floor in peace?”

“Seriously, you call that stretching?” Before she can make any more sarcastic comments toward you, she turns to look at you. “I’ve never seen you around before. Got a name?”

She is trying her best to identify you to no avail. You hop up to your feet, then hold your hand out to her. “[Name]. I’m just an interviewer right now, yeah. I’m new. Who are you?”

“Becky. Becky Lynch.” She introduces, taking your hand to shake it firmly. You swear you’ve seen her before, too. Probably on Twitter. Guess Becky isn't the only one with deja vu.

You pray you wouldn’t forget her or Sasha’s name for that matter. You can’t fight the urge to yawn.

“Someone’s tired. You should go get some water before you pass out. Looks like you’ve seen a ghost.”

This is a nice change of pace from Sasha. Despite you trying to kill her with kindness, she’s just all kinds of intimidating, while this woman is…okay.

Water may do the trick. It might just be cold enough to wake you up. “Good idea. Anywhere I can get some?”

“Should be a cooler down the hall to your right.” She informs. “See, I’d offer to get it for you, but I’ve got a match to get ready for.”

“Well, thanks anyway.” But before you leave, Before you leave, you turn over to her. “This may be an assumption, but are you going against Sasha Banks?” You ask. You could be wrong, but it’s worth a shot to see.

She nods at you. “Smart girl. How’d you know?”

“I talked to her a bit earlier. She wouldn’t exactly tell me she was going in a match, but I guess it was safe to assume it was you.” You say. “If you’d like to be interviewed, I’ll be waiting backstage.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Becky says. She’s more concerned about you getting your water. “Go, I might be here when you get back. Don’t pass out.”

You make a noise to let her know you heard her. Did you make a new friend? You think so.

You’re still a bit disoriented from the lack of sleep. You only made it a few steps down the hall before forgetting the direction she told you to go. Great.

This hallway seemed horribly long. The more you walked, the more you felt like it extended somehow. You need a nap, but you don’t think you’re going to get it until retiring back to your hotel room.

A group of men dressed in what seems to be tactical clothes are sitting around nearby, and you find yourself approaching them in a sudden spur of confidence. It’s probably because you’re tired.

“Excuse me,” you call. All three of them look at you with curious looks, and you feel like you could just up and die right there.

Doesn’t exactly help that they’re all kind of attractive, either.

“Where can I get some water? It feels like I’m dying here.” You ask, using your hand to rub the side of your face.

To them, you looked like you had just completed a damn marathon run. One of them with short brown hair whispers something to another with half-blonde, half-black hair, and you look between them curiously.

You don’t have time for whispers. You want water. It makes you think about purposely passing out in front of them. Rude and manipulative, sure, but you’re not here to gossip!

The other one speaks up to you instead. He’s also got long hair, but you think the most noticeable thing was his sleeve tattoo. You may have been staring too long because he snapped his fingers to get your attention.

At least he wasn’t glaring at you. There was a handsome smile on his face. “You there? Don’t tell me we’ve lost you already. You just got here.”

“Sorry. I’m really tired.” You admit. “Really, REALLY tired. Water would be nice.”

“To your left,” He says. “Should be one over there.”

The exasperation in your voice is ever present when you say: “Thank you!”. You’re dying here. You’ll have to come back and thank your only savior after replenishing yourself. Turning away, you head in the direction he told you.

You don’t hear the snickering behind you as you leave. Too busy thinking about hydration at this point.

Going further down, you see that there still is no water cooler. You’re only met with a dead end, and though there are doors, the signs only tell you that they’re just control rooms.

You’re confused. Why would he send you that way? You turn around and head back the way you came as it must’ve been an honest mistake.

You see them still sitting there with smiles. “Hey, excuse me,” you call, waving your hand. “There’s no water over there. Are you sure it’s that way?”

“We know.” The man who gave you instruction earlier had said. “We just wanted to mess with you a bit. Go that way.” First day on the job and people are already trying to rib you? Goddamn it.

On the bright side, it seemed to be lighthearted. Or so you hope.

This time, you hope, he points the correct way. The only thing you can do is let out a sigh and move forward. You don’t even stay to listen to anything else he says.

"Don't take it to heart!" One of them yells behind you.

You scoff to yourself. This time, they redeemed themselves because you found that lovely water cooler. You immediately pick up the pace and reach out to snatch a cup.

Finally, cold water. You're sure you'll wake up this time. You're almost half tempted to pour some on your face, but you aren't THAT unhinged. Besides, you don’t want to waste it.

The moment you lift your cup and and take a refreshing sip, someone saying “hey” makes you look over, and you nearly spit your drink out.

The guy that had given you the wrong direction had come around. You cough up bits of water, holding a hand on your chest. “Why?! God, you scared the hell out of me!”

“Sorry.” He apologizes. You’re not so sure if it’s sincere. “Stephanie McMahon told me about you. You’re [Name], right?”

It takes you a second to reply and he looks at you expectantly. You hold your hand up. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, that’s me.” You nod.

“Roman,” He introduced himself back, setting his hands on the vest of his tactical gear. “I know it’s your first day and all, but do you know who’s in charge?”

“….Vince McMahon?” You offer with a shrug.

Roman chuckles, shaking his head. “You were close. But that’s not it. The Authority is the one in charge.” He clarifies to you. “And you’d best be on their side. Tell me, new girl. Do you plan to be on the side of justice?”

Truth be told, you’re a little intimidated. Again.

You wonder if you even had a choice right now. Before you answer him you decide to take a sip of water, this time, without coughing up a lung.

“Justice, what do you mean by that?”

“The Authority is seeking to make sure that everyone keeps in line.” He explains. “We’ve already got a hold on the men’s division, but the women’s division….”

He trails off, looking toward you expectantly.

“I’m just an interviewer.” You hold your hands up in defense. “I don’t know anything about wrestling. Like anything.”

A lie, but you don’t exactly want to get involved.

You thought it felt weird to call yourself an interviewer, but now you’re going to hold onto that title until it’s convenient enough for you….

“Don’t give me that crap. I know exactly what you are.” So much for that. Roman gets closer to you and you move back just a little. It doesn’t do much, because he’s still in your space.

You’re starting to feel cornered.

“And what I don’t appreciate is people lying to me. Listen, [Name]. Pretty girls like you are always smart. If you knew what’s good for you, you’d better—“

“Hey guys!” A new voice makes you look over Roman. “Roman…and….who’s this?” He points a finger over to you.

“[Name].” You say. This guy might be your potential savior.

He doesn’t really pester any further than that, oddly enough. “Cool. You guys wanna take a selfie?” Before you two could even answer, he’s already approaching with a phone in hand.

“Wait,” You try to stop him. “I’m not ready—“

All Roman does was glare at the camera while you were holding out your hand toward it. He’s already took it and you were caught in the worst off guard moment.

“You guys better get ready for Raw. It starts in like five minutes.” The man recommends. “Thanks for the selfie.”

He saunters off and Roman shakes his head. After the stranger had made some distance, he finally speaks to you. “I can’t stand Theory’s dumbass.”

“Theory?” You repeat. “Who?”

“Austin Theory.” He clarifies. “Won’t stop taking those stupid selfies. It’s all the goddamn time.”

You slowly nod, but take advantage of the fact Austin had said there’s only five minutes until Raw starts. “Gosh. This was such a nice meeting, but I had better get going. You know, interviews and stuff to do.”

Roman says nothing, so you take the opportunity to side-step and walk past him. However, he doesn’t let you get far before saying…

“Better think about what I said. You don’t have much time.”

You’re hoping that wasn’t a threat. And now that you think about it?

He didn’t even apologize for leading you the wrong way!

You were just trying to get ready to be on television. You did everything you could to stand out for your debut, despite some people knowing that you’d show up sometime.

You can only imagine the pre-show talks around on social media. God, you hope you weren’t sweating. You think you’re just overreacting, but you feel like you’re gonna cry.

If you weren’t awake before, you sure are now.

Your phone starts buzzing again on the vanity you were seated at. The stylist who was helping you get things together had stepped away earlier, leaving you be with your thoughts.

Until now. The moment you pick up your phone and open Twitter, you groan.

Roman was right about the selfies being stupid.

Austin had posted it on Twitter. The only thing you’re really focused on is yourself. You look a disheveled mess and you’re happy you could fix yourself up a little bit right now.

You’re reeling as you read some of the responses. Although, some were funnier than others…

@Theory_1 ✓

Roman and some new girl are here today! I caught them in their natural habitat.

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@annsweet_: OMG FREE HER???? WHY DOES SHE LOOK SCARED LMAO

↳ @Lilgrab$78: Nah fr they holding her hostage in there

@Biilionnsmind: Are you serious? [Name] Theory AND Roman? This has gotta be the multiverse

↳ @YourChampion0: Not gonna lie they might be an item. Guess we’ll see if they have something going on or they just were filming something.

@bellstrings: Wait not too much on [Name]…face card is still ACTIVE and ready to TAP!

Along those lines of being mentioned, Austin had followed you as well. But seeing yourself being the talk of others is just surreal. You’re happy about it.

“Hey, [Name].” A stagehand calls. “You’re on in about 2 minutes. You’ll be interviewing Sasha Banks. It’s the only person you’ll be doing, so you’re free to go home after.”

Alright then. You hop up out of your seat. You looked good enough, so you didn’t exactly need that stylist to come back. Your time to shine.

You let the stagehand lead the way to where you’re supposed to be positioned. It’s a nice set up, you think. There’s a red curtain behind you as well as a television settled with “Raw” displayed on it.

“Sasha lost because of interference.” The stagehand informs you. “She’ll go on about the details. But just ask her some questions. She should be here any second now.”

You’ll try. The camera is already settled in front of you, waiting for the go ahead. As soon as he said that, Sasha comes storming into the room. He signals toward the both of you that he’s rolling.

“Wow, Sasha..!” You exclaim, shaking your head. “That was definitely……a match.”

Sasha looks at you with a scowl. “You think?! Becky only got lucky because AJ came out all peppy. I almost had her.” She complains. “I had Becky in the Bank Statement. She was about to tap…”

She literally has to stop talking and take a breath before she loses it. Everyone, even the crowd, can tell that she’s STEAMING.

“…Uh, do you think you’ll need help in the future for AJ? It looks like she’s posing a really big threat to you.” You say. “Cause’ if you’re asking me, it looks like you may need a future tag partner.”

You’re going steady, despite the fact your hand may or may not be shaking a bit. You’re just glad that this segment wasn’t out in the ring. You tilt the mic over to Sasha.

All you had to do was pretend like the camera wasn’t there and that you were having a simple conversation. Everything’s just fine.

You had hoped she would understand that you were insinuating that you could be of assistance, but she takes it the wrong way.

“What, you think I’m not good enough?” She challenges, stepping closer to you. “You think I can’t beat AJ on my own? She’s the one that needs help. That’s why she gets Tamina to do her dirty work. Let me remind you that I’m Sasha Banks. I was the NXT Women’s Champion. The Boss can handle herself in battle and she damn sure doesn’t need someone that’s gonna hold her back.”

“I get it, jeez. I was trying to help you, Sasha.” You explain. It might be a chance to get you active in the ring.

“Aren’t you supposed to be doing your job and asking me questions? I don’t need your help.” She fires back.

Whatever. You just shrug it off. “Fine. You want questions, I’ll give you questions. You tagged me on Twitter. When you tagged me on Twitter, was that you trying to put me on notice?”

It’s easy for her to bounce off of what you said.

“You clearly act like you have no idea who I am. Maybe now you’ll get a clue. As a matter of fact, you better leave that fake little sweet innocent act at the door, cause I see right through you.”

“What act? I’m just being me.” It’s true. You really are!

“Right, and Becky must be the best wrestler on the planet…hah! That’s hilarious even thinking about it.” Sasha falls into a laugh, and you fight the urge to smile at her contagious laugh. Instead, you wipe it off in order to look confused.

She takes a breath. “You know what? You wanna help me, prove it to me. You and me, a match next Monday. I know that you’re not gonna do well, but I’ll have fun destroying you anyways, rookie.”

This was your chance!! You can’t fight the excitement, so you immediately agree. “Yes! I mean, yeah. Absolutely. It’s a match, Sasha. Shake on it?”

You offer your free hand to her. Despite her gritting her teeth, she takes it.

Sasha thinks you’re too excited, but she’d be lying if she wasn’t curious to see how you’d fare against her.

Your first match is against Sasha Banks. Thinking about it seemed so surreal. You’ve got a lot to prepare for next Monday.

Sasha’s eyes seem to catch onto something behind you and she groans, snatching her hand back. “Not her—“

“I wasn’t expecting you here, Sasha!” There’s a woman who’s slightly shorter than you that comes over with a championship tucked over her arm. This must’ve been the Divas championship, if the words on the butterfly weren’t evident enough.

“You know, not after you lost. Thought you would’ve went home by now!” She holds onto it even tighter once Sasha gave her a nasty look.

“You must be AJ Lee?” You try to divert some of the tension. “It’s nice to see the divas champion face to face.”

Sasha gags, but AJ giggles at your words. She rubs a hand over the butterfly, looking at you. “Oh pssssh, this? It’s nothing major…it just means I’m the best, but seriously, nothing major. Oh, and Sasha? Sorry Tamina made you lose focus…no hard feelings?”

Sasha rears her fist back and you immediately try to jump in the middle of them. Might’ve been a dumb decision, but it made Sasha immediately freeze once you did. You’re not even sure if AJ flinched.

You’re planted firmly in between them without any plans of moving anytime soon. “Woah, woah woah, can we hold off on the fighting PLEASE?! Why don’t you guys settle it in the ring, just like me and Sasha are?”

“You guys…” AJ looks between you two. “…are wrestling each other? Huh.”

You nod at her. “Yeah. I think you should follow suit. It’s obvious you two have problems.”

“Well, you’re right. It’s not like can’t beat you again, Sasha!” AJ chimes. “Anyway, I’m going to go polish my title! Don’t wait up for me, ladies!”

And just like that, AJ skips off. Sasha slowly turns to look at you and the only thing you can do is look back at her.

“I don’t care,” She starts, pointing a finger at you. “You’re helping in whatever happens, rookie.”

“What?! Why me??” You whine. “This isn’t my issue, the only thing I’m worried about is our match.“

As she’s said earlier, she doesn’t care. “You heard me. All you’ve gotta do is be ready. When I tell you to do something, you go.”

She leaves you with that. An exasperated sigh falls from your lips.

You’ve got more than just your match to worry about now..

#RAWTonight

@WWE ✓

A nearly explosive confrontation tonight on Raw between AJ Lee, [Name], and Sasha Banks. Watch below! 👇🔥

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@xXHibiscus: THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING!???!!!

↳ @WomenofWWE: Yess! This is what we need, a strong three-way feud! The newbie, the underdog, and the champion. The storylines kind of have been getting boring. I wouldn’t mind Sasha & [Name] vs AJ, or maybe even AJ & [Name] vs Sasha.

↳ @RaeFed: [name] might’ve just saved us hold on

@RoseGambler: [Name] trying to be a peacemaker 😭

↳ @101Mariposa: SASHA WAS LITERALLY ABOUT TO ROCK AJ PLEASE. SHE NEEDS TO MOVE

↳ @ThenNowForever: Why she hit the “Sasha, this isn’t you”??

@MarkPodcast: Never heard of [Name]..…is she new?

↳ @platinumstarred: yeah she was mainly on the indies, wasn’t bad at all like she was rlly good

↳ @MarkPodcast: Hopefully she’ll stay good while she’s here!

@Feistysummer: Sasha saying she doesn’t need help…then turns around and tells [Name] that she’s going to help LOL

↳ @Divas4L: They’re definitely going to be friends, if not best friends in the future..

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Shawn Michaels (On hiatus)

Triple H

Stephanie McMahon

Beth Phoenix

Phoenix-Edge (Edge & Beth)

Sonya Deville

Alicia Fox

RnR (Rhea & Raquel)

Raquel Rodriguez

Moriguez

Liv 4 Brutality

Liv Morgan

Zoey Stark

Starkszler (Shayna & Zoey)

Troey (Trish & Zoey)

Candice LeRae

Indi Hartwell

InDex

Dexter Lumis

Rhuddy (Rhea & Buddy)

Buddy Matthews

Brody King

Malakai Black

Julia Hart

House of Black

Jon Moxley

Moxuette

Renee Paquette

Claudio Castagnoli/Cesaro

Toni Storm

Saraya

Jeff Hardy

Ruby Soho/Riott

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igncrxntripley · 1 year

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hi! can you do becky lynch x reader x rhea ripley smut to fuel my addiction literally do whatever please 🥹

it takes two to punish a brat

A/N: this was something i didn't know i needed...i hope you liked this 🥹

mentions/tags: NSFW 18+, dom!becky, dom!rhea, brat tamer! becky, brat tamer!rhea, fem!reader, sub!reader, edging, teasing, humiliation, degredation, toys (strap-ons), overstimulation, begging, crying, throatfucking, penetration, fingering. bondage, restraints

The worst part of your relationship with Rhea and Becky was that each one of you knew how to get under one another’s skin. You’d think by now you learned your lesson as well, given that both women also knew how to get their revenge. That was your exact dilemma now after you’d spent the entire day teasing both of them and they decided enough was enough.

The girls had sat you up in bed with no clothes on, each wrist tied to a bedpost and your legs spread for them to have their way with you however they wanted. They’d spent almost an hour now, edging and teasing you until you couldn’t even keep track of how many times you’d begged for release and they said no. The closest you’d even come to getting some kind of pleasure was the ruined orgasms Becky and Rhea had given you. Your thighs trembled and frustrated tears rolled down your cheeks as they both continued to touch and torment your body. “N-no…mistress, p-please…” you stuttered as Becky was working your clit in circles again.

Becky and Rhea both laughed at your reaction, Rhea’s hand reaching up to hold your throat while Becky continued to torture you. “Look at that, Becks. You made the poor thing cry!” Rhea teased as her hand gently squeezed your throat. Becky smirked and moved her fingers, feeling you twitch against her fingertips as you whined and tried to squirm away. “She deserves it for the bullshit she’s put us through all day.” Becky said, looking up at you as she pushed her finger in your entrance for the countless time in the last hour. “Isn’t that right, princess? You know what was gonna happen when you decided to be a brat.”

You sniffled, your body tensing up around Becky’s fingers as the tiniest movements and touches were getting you close again. But before you even realized it she had pulled her fingers away, watching you whine and kick your legs in frustration which made Becky and Rhea laugh again. “No no no! P-please, I’ll do a-anything…I n-need it.” You whimpered, pulling at the wrist restraints and grinding your clit into the soaked sheets underneath you. “I-I’ll be good. I promise.”

Your girlfriends exchanged looks with one another, both of them smirking as they seemed to have communicated telepathically to come to an agreement on their next move. “Fine. You wanna cum? We’ll make you cum.” Rhea said, standing up and opening a drawer of some toys you’d all collected while Becky moved to sit next to you. She kissed you passionately while a dominant hand held your throat - something that always made you melt when either of your girls did it. “Don’t make us regret this, baby.” Becky said against your lips, making you nod and let out another whine of desperation. “I won’t, I-I promise. Please make me cum?”

Rhea came back with two straps in her hand, tossing one to Becky and both of them starting to put it on. You licked your lips at the sight and started to move your hips against the bed again; they knew exactly what you wanted and what drove you crazy, and they were going to use that against you. Rhea was the first to finish, practically being an expert at getting her strap on in little to no time, and she started to untie your wrists from the headboard. She flipped you over before you even had a chance to catch your breathe, getting you on all fours and staying behind you while Becky placed herself in front.

The redhead grabbed your hair in her fist and tugged it so you looked up at her. “You don’t cum until we give you permission.” She said, Rhea already grabbing your hips and pulling you backwards while her tip poked at your entrance. That alone was making your eyes roll into the back of your head, but you nodded at Becky’s words anyway. Rhea slapped your ass when you didn’t give a verbal response. “Use your words and tell us you understand.” She said, “You’d think we fucked you stupid already with her acting like this.” You moaned and let out another whine. “I promise, I-I won’t cum until you tell me.”

Becky smirked at that response and tapped her cock to your lips. “Get to work then, princess.” She didn’t need to say it again before your lips wrapped around the toy and you slowly bobbed your head. Rhea was slowly pushing her tip in and out of your entrance, a strong grip on your hip to keep you steady. “Fuck, babe. She’s so soaked I can’t even stay in.” Rhea teased, making you whimper and buck your hips back towards her. Becky smirked as well and continued to run a hand through your hair. “I wish you could see her from up here. We don’t fuck her throat enough, she looks amazing doing it.”

Eventually Rhea decided to push the rest of her toy into you; when she did, you would’ve sworn your legs gave out from underneath you because that’s how much they were trembling. She wasn’t gentle with it either. Rhea started thrusting and was surely leaving bruises on your hips from how hard she was holding you but didn’t care either. Both her and Becky loved when they could mark you up and show who you belonged to, and this was no different. Everyone, including you, was going to know who you belonged to.

With Becky in front of you and Rhea behind you, you were in absolute heaven. Both of your girlfriends thrusting in and out of you, all of your moans mixing with one another to create the most amazing soundtrack, and all three of you getting close to finally putting an end to this punishment. Rhea smirked at Becky and slapped your ass, making you move your hips faster. “What do you say, Becks? Think she can cum?” Her words made you whine, looking up at Becky with the biggest eyes. You didn’t care pull your mouth away from her strap though out of fear she would end it all right there.

Becky hummed, running her hand through your hair again and smiling at both you and Rhea. “I think she’s earned it.” She said before tugging your hair again. “Go ahead, babygirl. Cum for us.” Becky could barely finish her sentence before you squealed, cumming hard against Rhea’s strap and your entire body trembling along with it. Both Becky and Rhea came not too long after you, and once everyone had been working through and pulled out you collapsed onto the bed out of exhaustion.

You worked to catch your breath, everything in you still trembling and sore as you tried to get yourself together. Rhea moved over to your head and gave you a gentle kiss, holding your chin as she looked at you with a smirk. “Hopefully you finally learned your fuckin’ lesson.” She mumbled, letting Becky do the same and all three of you moving to the shower.

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1-800-sinister · 1 month

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Take It Down

( Dom!Becky x Sub!Rhea )

Warning: Smut, Fingering, Degrading, Praising, That's pretty much it

rhearipley_wwe posted

Chicago... Mami's here 😈

Becky stared at her phone. Staring at the photo Rhea posted, she quickly walked to their shared hotel room, going in. Becky stared at Rhea and said, "Take it down." Rhea smirked at her and said, "No."

Becky grabbed Rhea, manhandling her onto the bed since she was already half naked. It made things easier for her. "I said take it down. Why are you being a stupid whore?" Rhea let out a whine at the degrading

Becky smirked as she slid her hand down, getting close to Rhea's cunt. She slid her fingers through her. "God, you are such a pathetic little thing." She then thrust two fingers into Rhea. Rhea let out a soft gasp, gripping the sheets.

Rhea moaned as Becky moved the two fingers. "Look at you all soaking wet like a pathetic little whore." Becky mocked.

Becky moved her fingers faster. Rhea reached and grabbed Becky's wrist. "Keep your hands to your fucking self." Rhea quickly removed her hands. She felt herself getting close to her orgasm.

Becky stops when she notices Rhea about to cum. She pulls her fingers out and says, "No, please, I was close." Becky stands up and says, "Take it down and I'll make you cum later." She walks out.

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judgementdaysunshine · 3 months

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Behind closed doors

Pairing: Becky Lynch x Fem reader x Rhea Ripley

Description: Tension between you, your girlfriend, and the man finally boils over leading to things heating up

Gif credits to @sheslikealostflower

Pic credits to @romanthereigns

You groan seeing Rhea and Becky backstage taunting each other as you walk backstage from your exhausting match against Iyo Sky feeling your body scream in pain from head to toe. As you walk by your girlfriend and the man you turn staring at both of them "Either you both shut it or I'll shut it for you" the two are left quiet as you close the door to your locker room showering changing and watching the rest of Raw before heading back to your hotel room eating room service food while watching tv as you slowly wind down but you jump and yelp when someone loudly knocks on the door opening it only for the two women to surge into the room feeling your heart pound as becky locks the door while rhea pins you against the wall holding both your wrists in her hand while the other holds your chin "You want to get mouthy again?" your eyes widen at her grin while becky runs her hand down your waist which sends goosebumps all over your body biting your tongue to suppress a whimper but you let out a shaky breath when becky sticks her hand down your pants "Looks like you need a lesson". Before you could even say anything you were thrown on the bed with becky tearing your pants off unable to control your stunned reaction which changes to moaning when she dives straight in but your moans are muffled thanks to rhea riding your face and you were putty between the two of them grinding your hips as becky pushed her fingers in and out of you until you were riding on becky's thigh while rhea face rode and fingered her and things kept switching every so often losing yourself with your face between rhea while becky thrusted in and out of you with the strap she had packing smacking your ass every once in awhile and boy you were gone thrusting into a whimpering moaning rhea while becky rode her face until you were pressed between them scissoring with rhea and becky pounding into you from behind until you were spent whimpering when rhea spread you open "One more baby I promise" you bit your tongue as tears flowed down your face with rhea pounding into and becky rubbing circles on your clit while sucking your nipples wasn't helping trying to catch your breath only to cry when becky pushes inside you having her thrust in and out of you while rhea thrusted in and out of her leaving you a shaking and crying mess sobbing when becky cleans you down. "Hey shh it's okay" you fall asleep after being tucked under the covers waking up wrapped in rhea's arms not seeing becky right before she comes back in the room with breakfast smiling at each other before eating feeling your heart swoon when becky kisses you after getting dressed your eyes widening when you see rhea watching the two of you hiding your face in your hands "Baby what's wrong?" you beg her not to leave you being held by both women "Look at us lass we're not leaving you" your heart swoons smiling sharing a kiss with the two officially becoming a throuple always glued to the hip behind closed doors and out of the ring.

#becky lynch x reader #wwe #wwe x reader #rhea ripley #becky lynch x reader x rhea ripley #becky lynch #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley x reader x becky lynch

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beckyscyberslut · 3 months

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Morning || becky lynch x fem!reader

warnings: smut

word count: 1,258

[p.s. this is from my book on wattpad]

you and becky were chilling at home just moments before you decided to have a little fun and things quickly escalated and got pretty heated.

"I ain't here to play no games i'm gonna give it to you just how you want it." you had told to her the moment you flipped her over on the bed and slipped between her legs before leaning down and giving her one big rough and sloppy kiss.

you pulled away with your lips still touching hers slightly having her say, "you can call me crazy, baby, you just drive me crazy when you touch on it."

those words making you glide your hand up her body only stopping at her neck giving it a squeeze before leaning back down for another sloppy kiss.

you pull away from becky making her whine.

"patience, love." you tell her walking to your closet and grabbing what you need.

"clothes off now." you demanded as you took your own clothes off and put the strap on adjusting it.

once she was fully naked you drank her whole body in not being able to believe how beautiful she was.

you pushed her back on the bed and lined yourself with her entrance before entering her you lifted her legs up on your shoulders and pinned her hands above her head.

you slowly entered her waiting a while for her to adjust before pumping slowly in and out of her.

her moans slowly filling the room.

"oh, baby. f-faster please.." she said her face contorting in pleasure.

"you make me stand up and switch up on it." you told her going faster as you stood up straight holding on to her waist and pounding into her

her moans getting louder with every stroke.

when she started getting quiet you tell that she was getting close.

"make your head go round and round and have me making sound until the morning."

she said making you slide out of her and kiss down her body until you got to where she craved you most.

the moment your mouth connected with her clit she let out a string of curse words making her smile against her.

truthfully, you loved the hold you had on her.

you loved the way she tasted, the way she moved her hips in sync with your face, the way she felt around your fingers, and the sound of her raspy, breathy moans.

the way she sounded moaning your name drove you crazy.

"ain't no limit what im pullin when I fuck on you, babe." you spoke against her core the vibrations of you voice alone driving her mad.

the moment you added fingers she lost it and came all over your fingers and face.

"you taste so fucking good." you told her while sucking her juices off your fingers and looking her dead In the eyes.

you went to kiss her letting her taste herself while placing your hand on her clit making her moan into the kiss.

"you came like a good girl, but, daddy's not done with you yet, babygirl." you smirked against her lips flipping you both over to where she was on top riding the strap.

you were guiding her hips as she threw her had back in pleasure, moans slowly turning into screams.

"feel that shit, get it." you told her before making her lean over and you putting her right nipple in your mouth and playing with the other one.

her moans started getting breathier letting you know she was almost to her high for the second time that night.

you reached your hand down and started making circles on her clit making her a moaning mess.

she gripped you shoulders tight with her jaw hanging indicating that she came so you helped her ride out her high.

full shivers running down her spine never truly knowing what it is that you do to her body to make her feel the way you do.

"have some more in you, darling? we're just getting started." you ask her and she nods her head so you flip you over again before slipping the strap off and getting in bed with her.

you turn her on her side before picking her left leg up lifting it over your shoulder and getting between them making both your cores touch each other drawing moans out of both of your mouths.

you started rocking your hips slowly at first before picking up the pace bringing more moans out of you both.

"fuck, daddy, i'm so close." becky said through moans driving you crazy making you go even faster, he friction making you both feel that coil in your stomach.

"come on, baby, cum with me." you said letting go having becky follow not too long after.

you put becky lying on her back before sitting on her face and leaning over to get to work on her.

she slipped two fingers inside of me while her mouth was attached to my clit making me arch my back with a loud moan.

I leaned back over and started eating my heart out,

I slipped my tongue in and out of her slit before bring it back up to her clit and sucking on it.

her moans against by clit were giving me full body chills.

"fuuckkk." I drug out against her clit.

I was such a moaning mess.

she always knew how to give me exactly what I needed to please me.

I started moving my tongue faster against her before adding fingers and pumping them in and out of her.

I knew I was beginning to get close to my high but I was holding it back until I got her where I wanted her.

I wanted to slut my pretty girl out.

I inserted another finger and had her squirming beneath me her moans going crazy against me.

"let it go. now." you told her against her that being the last straw making her cum you also releasing on her tongue.

she sucked up all you juices. licking you dry.

you did the same before turning around to where you were back between her legs.

"one more for me, okay?" you said as she nodded her head.

you brought her hand back down to her core and shoved two fingers into her as you sucked and bit on her neck marking you as her territory.

you pumped fast and hard, her legs shaking.

"baby, i'm so fuckin close." she said as her walls started clenching around your fingers.

you put your thumb against her clit making her back arch.

she brought her arms around your neck bringing you into a sloppy kiss that she moaned into.

you pumped a little harder and faster making her hands go down to your back and having her claw you as she came long and hard for the last time that night.

she took your hand and brought it to her mouth sucking all her juices off your fingers while looking you dead in the eyes letting go with a pop.

"funny how you thought I tapped out when we was fuckin." she said with a slight laugh before pulling you down and lying on your chest too exhausted to move.

you pulled the blanket over you and pulled her closer to you, kissing her head.

"I love you, Rebecca." you whispered to her.

"I love you so much more, y/n." she responded.

you looked over at the clock and saw that it was the morning.

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candycane7 · 3 months

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BITCH-

Im a whore for both Becky and Rhea jfidhsvscsvzbjcjcmf r I don’t know what to say

#rhea ripley #rhea ripley smut #mami rhea #rhea ripley imagine #rhea ripley imagines #rhea ripley oneshots #rhea ripley wwe #rhea ripley x reader #becky lynch imagines #becky lynch smut #becky lynch x reader #everything becky lynch #becky lynch

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smartycvnt · 6 months

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Innocent

Title: Innocent

Pairing: Becky Lynch x Reader

Word Count: 350

Becky snugged up against Y/n's side as they laid on the bed together. Y/n rubbed circles on the back of Becky's shoulders. She could feel the woman's weight more and more as Becky started to relax. They had been kept apart by hectic schedules for much longer than either woman liked. It had always been understood that sometimes they'd have to be apartment, but it had never been this bad before.

"Can I play with your hair?" Y/n asked as she began to twirl the end of a strand of Becky's hair in her between her fingers.

"Yeah," Becky mumbled tiredly. Y/n could tell that it was only a matter of time before Becky fell asleep on her. Y/n would happily lay there for hours with Becky fast asleep in her arms.

Y/n shifted slightly and raised her hand up higher to the back of Becky's head. Becky let out a soft moan as Y/n started to scratch lightly at her scalp. Y/n gently threaded her fingers through Becky's hair, leaving a couple of little braids to be undone moments later. Becky's eyes slowly began to close as she settled further into Y/n's side.

"'M not falling asleep, just resting my eyes," Becky mumbled. Y/n knew better than to take Becky at her word with that one. She just hummed in acknowledgement and continued to play with Becky's hair for a little while longer. There had once been a time when the two of them hadn't really gotten along, and Y/n felt ridiculous for having been jealous of Becky in the first place. Now, there was nobody that she loved more in the entire world.

"I love you Becks," Y/n whispered as she smoothed out the hair she had been playing with. The soft and rhythmic breathing coming from Becky served as the perfect background noise for Y/n to fall asleep right beside her. Becky would give her crap when she woke up about falling asleep, but Y/n would always know that Becky fell asleep first.

#my writing #wwe x reader #one shot #wwe #becky lynch x reader #becky lynch

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yourwwegirl · 8 months

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Master List:

Welcome to my second blog.

Some of you may know me from @itsrheasgirl, home to all things Rhea Ripley. Here you will find my fanfictions for my favorite women of the WWE along with a few of my favorite males.

ft - Mentioned in the story, isn’t a main character.

Jade Cargill

• Make Me Proud Of You (x Reader)

Becky Lynch

• I Did It For You (x Reader)

• What Would I Do Without You (x Reader)

• Broke Up (x Reader) - ft Rhea Ripley

Bianca Belair

Charlotte Flair

Liv Morgan

• Bring Me Home (x Reader)

Raquel Rodriguez

• Beg Me (x Reader) - ft Rhea Ripley

• Eyes Don’t Lie (x Rhea Ripley)

Sonya Deville

Damian Priest

• I Hate This (x Reader)

Dominik Mysterio

The Judgement Day

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domripley · 6 months

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Dom!Becky Lynch HCs

warnings: breeding, mentions cuckolding, mommy kink and daddy kink, mentions anal, mentions drool, mentions verbal degradation. mentions CNC

edited by my lovely girlfriend @specialinterestshows 🥰

Becky is a switch, but with you, she’s a domme all the time.

She doesn’t mind though, she actually enjoys it.

Rimming! She loves eating your ass as she fingers you. Becky loves hearing all the whimpers and moans you let out as she fucks you with your tongue.

Loves being called Daddy and Sir, but Mommy makes her absolutely feral.

Possessive domme. Becky loves remind you that you’re hers - and only hers - as she fucks you.

Although, realistically, she loves the thought of sharing you with others.

Becky will spank you with her hand or a belt if you’re a brat.

A huge brat tamer.

Loves calling you all sorts of pet names: Puppy, Kitten, Princess, Baby, Babygirl.

Loves to verbally degrade you. Loves to call you a whore, slut, bitch, etc.

Face slapping!!! She loves the sounds you make when she does it.

Anal!!! If you ask her what her favorite way to fuck you is, she’d tell you it’s anally.

Orgasm denial!!!! She doesn’t give in to your begging, and so she could deny your orgasms for hours if she wanted to (which she only does when you’re a brat.)

She loves filming you while she’s fucking you.

Whenever she feels like being mean, she’ll tie you up and put on the videos and make herself come to them while you’re forced to watch.

When she does this, she’ll occasionally touch you, but it’s never enough to get you off, or anywhere near coming.

She loves hearing you beg. She’ll make you beg her to touch you, and then to fuck you, and then to come.

CNC!!!! She loves roleplaying with you, and in the middle of everything she’ll occasionally check in with you to make sure that you’re completely okay with everything and if you’re okay to continue.

Becky loves trying new things with you and to make you comfortable, she allows you to try new things on her as well. A new paddle? She’ll let you spank her with it a few times.

Rope: she loves tying you up in all different colors of rope, and she’ll sometimes tie you up just to take pictures of you before untying you.

Breeding Kink: she loves using fake cum filled strapons to fill you up over and over. She’ll tell you she’s going to fill you up with her pups on nights she calls you her puppy.

Drool!: she especially loves it when she’s fucking your face roughly. Becky loves when you get all messy for her, and when she’s done fucking your face and she slaps you with drool over her hand.

Becky is into cuckolding. Occasionally bringing in someone else to fuck while she ties you up and forces you to sit and watch while she lets the other person come over and over until they’re done. If you’re a good girl for her, she’ll let you clean up the other person and her strapon. If she’s in a good mood, maybe she’ll even fuck you afterwards.

Aftercare always involves praise while she helps clean you up, if you want, she’ll either take a shower with you or a bath with you. She’ll get you water and some snacks and she’ll make sure you’ll eat before you try and do anything else.

#my writing #mine #becky lynch #becky lynch x reader

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aalyssah · 1 year

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Doodles

Pairing: Becky Lynch x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 506

Summary: You get an injury and after getting treated, Becky doodles in your cast.

A/N: This is kinda short. Hope You Enjoy!

The Royal Rumble was great for many and not so good for others.

Unfortunately for you, it wasn't so good. Not only did you get eliminated, you got a broken foot. It was all because of Nia Jax.

Many people disliked her because she injured half of the women's roster, but this was too far. After everyone teamed up on her, you got eliminated and she sure did show how mad she was.

She brutally beat you down, with any weapon she found under the ring. The moment Becky saw that, she jumped out the ring, not caring she just took herself out and she fought for you.

It was like she saw red.

Referees tried pulling them apart, but god, Becky was pissed. The Medical people took you out on the stretcher with Becky by your side. They gave you X-Rays and told you that you broke your foot. You were completely devastated.

They said you would have to take 4 months. You loved wrestling, so taking a 4 month break was something on your list that you wouldn't think would happen.

The beeping from the machine filled the room as the doctor wrapped your foot and ankle. Becky held your hand as he wrapped it, whispering little praises until he was done. "Alrighty! You should keep off your feet for a while, eat 3 meals a day, and rest. You'll need a lot of rest."

He told Becky before walking out. You looked at Becky, seeing the small cuts in her lip and how bruised her knuckles were from beating Nia. She instantly knew what you were gonna say. "I'm fine." You shook your head, smiling.

"You need to be checked." You protested. Becky could only laugh at how you were acting. "You got a broken foot, but you're worried about a cut on my lip." You stared at Becky in adoration, seeing how protective she was.

You grabbed her hand and kissed it. "Thank you." Becky didn't even have to say your welcome. "There's no need to thank me, I'm your girlfriend I'm supposed to protect you." You felt teary eyes at her statement.

Becky quickly wiped the tears from your eyes before they fell. "Oh no, none of that crying. Now let me be the first to decorate the cast!" She didn't try hiding the smile on her face, walking over to grab the markers.

She sat in the chair and began drawing flowers on your cast. You watched her concentration face, tongue stuck out and the little giggles flying from her mouth. She pulled her phone out and snapped a photo. "You like it?" You looked at the quote saying, 'The Man's Women Is Better Than You.' With flowers and sparkles around it.

You smiled, leaning over to kiss her. "I love it, thank you." She gratefully took the kiss, smiling with you. "Later on, others will be here."

Maybe the injury would be bad, but the only good thing you can come up with is the doodles from Becky.

#becky lynch #becky lynch fluff #becky lynch x reader #becky lynch imagine #becky lynch smut #wwe fluff #wwe imagine #wwe smut

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welcometomyfuneral · 7 months

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SURVIVOR SERIES 2021

Summary: Shiloh Solis (OC) makes her return to WWE in an effort to assist her friend Becky Lynch against Charlotte Flair and Danika Brooks (OC), Shiloh’s old rival. She also takes a trip to the past, remembering how she got here in the first place.

Warnings: Typical wrestling violence, cursing, mention of blood, and description of injury (nothing crazy though) and I believe that’s it.

A/N: you can obviously read this in the perspective of your own descriptors (ie. your own hair, eyes, description yada yada) I am not stopping you! This is just a little info that if you wish to do that, feel free to ignore any way that I describe Shiloh. It just felt easier to me to have a character, rather it be the reader. All of my characters are usually POC though, so that’s how I will write them!

Also, feel free to tell me what you think and also comment if you would like to be added to a tag list for this series. I will be creating more writings later on but if you have requests for a series, imagine, or one-shot send them over! I do not bite :)

SERIES MASTERLIST

WWE MASTERLIST

“HOW ARE YOU FEELING?”

“Like I’m gonna throw up.” Shiloh responded to Triple H as they stood in one of the many arena entrances. His chuckle to her response got drowned out by the crowd’s loud pop at the match taking place. “Now I feel like I’m gonna pass out.”

He shook his head at the girl before moving with her closer to her drop off point.

“You’ll be fine. You were a crowd favorite, and you probably still are. This type of crowd is light work to you.” He handed her a face mask, glasses, and a black hat with ‘THE MAN’ on it. She rolled her eyes as she took the items from him.

“Light work to Shiloh 2 years ago. The last time these people saw me I was being lifted onto a stretcher.” Triple H nodded helping her put on her hoodie.

“Yeah, but that wasn’t your fault.” He watched as she looked on at the mass of people, placing a hand on her shoulder to get her attention. “You had an army behind you then, you have an army behind you now. Trust me, you got this.”

She nodded her head, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, before putting on all the items. Once she put on the hat she bid a farewell to Triple H, moving towards the barricade near the ring.

She was disguised as a staff member of the arena, to get close to the ring and execute her attack on Danika. This moment it self has her feeling a ton of mixed emotions. But, as she looked on at the battle in front of her and hearing the crowds cheers, a smile made its way on her face. She had truly missed this, everything from the atmosphere to the bumps she would take. She loved wrestling and was grateful what Danika did—what Danika tried to do wasn’t the end of her career.

Laying her eyes on the person in her thoughts, she couldn’t help but scowl. She couldn’t help the anger of seeing her not only still wrestling, but also with a “Money in the Bank” briefcase in her hand. After all the pain she caused, pain that had been fully intentional, Vince still kept her around. Shiloh guessed cause he believed she brought something to the table. Yet, Shiloh believed Danika always showed up to the table empty handed. All she brought to the WWE was another wannabe superstar, who can’t help that they aren’t different from the next wrestler.

The fact that her and Danika were so similar was what pushed Danika over the edge. That’s what caused her injury to happen.

It was coming towards the end of 2019, and Shiloh had been on a run to gain the Women’s Tag Team Championships with her partner, Asuka. Her previous partner, Naomi, had to leave on a hiatus leaving Shiloh to recruit Asuka. The run had been successful and they were closer and closer to the championship belts, until their match against Danika and Charlotte.

The opposing team had also gotten a high chance of getting an opportunity to face off for the titles. Yet, only one team could move on, and this match would determine it.

The entrances were perfect, and the match had been set to be an interesting one. Both sides were ready for whatever could be thrown at them, and they expected a lot of damage to be dealt. Four women that were brutal forces all wanted a chance for these titles, and they weren’t letting anything stop them. Especially Danika.

After the bell had rang, the fight commenced. Tags had been alternating as the match progressed. When Charlotte was in, Asuka would tag Shiloh due to the height difference, and vice versa when Danika was tagged in. The match was like a beautifully orchestrated art piece, until the final tag of the night.

Charlotte and Shiloh were in the ring holding the ref’s attention. Charlotte held Shiloh in a front face lock before moving to her corner and tagging in Danika. The two performed in sync, Charlotte holding Shiloh in place as Danika delivered chops to her chest. Finally, Charlotte let go and placed herself on the other side of the ropes.

Danika grabbed the collapsed black haired girl by the head and hit her over and over again, causing her to fall in the middle of the ring. Asuka reached her hand out for Shiloh, but Shiloh was too occupied trying to protect her head, rather than to make an attempt to reach for the tag. Danika looks around at the crowd before lifting Shiloh to her feet. With Shiloh still in her grip, Danika takes a deep breath, before mustering up her strength to perform a Biel throw. Shiloh flies face first into the ring post, and suddenly feels a burning feeling on her forehead. She begins to feel disoriented as shouts from the crowd, referee and Asuka all mesh together.

Not understanding why her vision has become so blurry and why her ears were ringing, she reached up to touch where the burning was coming from. Once feeling something wet on her hands, she was met with crimson instead of her usually skin colored palms. She was bleeding. From what she could understand from the ref’s shouting, he had just disqualified Danika and Charlotte. What Shiloh learned later on after the fight, was that Danika removed the padding from the turnbuckle. This resulted in Shiloh’s head injury, and the reason why Danika performed that Biel throw.

Even with the disqualification, it didn’t seem like Danika was leaving anytime soon. Danika reached down to the already injured Shiloh, and hoisted her up, tossing her over the ring post she had just hit her head on. Not able to provide a soft landing, Shiloh placed her hand out to stop the impact. She was met with pain in her wrist, and another shot of pain in her knee. And she could tell from the crowd’s reaction, it did not look good.

The match ended there in that moment as the medics on scene came to help. And those same medics later told her she had a possible concussion, a sprained wrist, and a torn ACL. But all she heard was, “You have to take an indefinite break from wrestling.”

That night changed the trajectory of a lot of things.

Asuka needed a new partner, and that resulted in the birth of the Kabuki Warriors. Her and her partner Kairi Sane proceeded to win the titles in October of that year.

Danika and Charlotte never won the titles, but they created an unbreakable alliance that ruined a lot of opportunities for others. Then Danika got pushed to the forefront, to replace the absence of Shiloh. Ironic isn’t it.

And off the screen during her recovery, Shiloh started a relationship that seemed to end as soon as it began. That relationship was with none other than Jey Uso. He had been one of her best friends, along with Jimmy and Naomi, during the time of her recovery. She obviously knew of their presence cause they worked together, but when Naomi and her were partners they were practically attached at the hip. So, her husband had to be put in the equation too, that meant her husband’s twin brother came a part of the package deal. Shiloh never opposed, she absolutely adored the twins, and after awhile wanted them to be everywhere Naomi and her went. So, the fact they would check in with her recovery didn’t surprise her. What did surprise her was the fact she had a “boyfriend” out of it.

The labels were never truly placed on their relationship, but anyone who was involved in seeing it, knew what it was. Yet, you would expect your boyfriend to at least text you a few times in the week, not once a month. Shiloh never blamed him for his unfortunate shortage of texts towards the end of their situationship. The Bloodline had just started to be created, and he was involved with Roman, and all the crazy stuff they had going on. So time was sparse, and when schedules don’t line up like they use to, texts don’t get sent as frequently either.

Shiloh was left without a career, a title, and even a “boyfriend” all in the span of a few months. With this kind of luck she expected her life to become more pathetic. But, she was wrong. In the 2 years of her absence she kept her mind and thoughts on recovery. She bettered herself and healed herself, making sure when and if she got the call to return, she was ready. Whether she got that call in 10 years or 10 days, she was ready. That call came 3 months before this current event, and here she was in the crowd like a tiger watching her prey.

Shiloh watched as Danika cheered on Charlotte from the sidelines, getting stressed out every time Becky would kick out. Danika placed her hands on her head pacing the outside of the ring. Her attention was quickly pulled again, when Charlotte performed an O’Connor Roll on Becky, holding her down for the pin. Danika began to plot, and while the ref was counting, she placed Charlotte’s hand on the ropes. The ref quickly saw Charlotte’s hand causing the count to stop. He didn’t see Danika’s involvement, making the blame shift to Charlotte. Obviously annoyed, Charlotte shoots up leaving Becky on the floor, and she begins to argue with the ref.

While this is happening, Danika uses her briefcase to hit Becky over the head. This attempt to disorient Becky goes unnoticed and Danika moves to interfere again. But as she lifts the briefcase, she is speared. The crowd roars at the spear, more excited that Danika was stopped. Danika is then throw head first into the stairs and falls to the ground along with her briefcase. All eyes are on attacker, and Shiloh takes off her disguise, and for a second worries when the crowd doesn’t react. After a pregnant pause though, the crowd pops in recognition.

“I can’t believe it, is that Andromeda?!” Michael Cole can be heard asking, using Shiloh’s nickname. Corey Graves responds from next to the older man, “Yes, it is! Just with a new look.”

With the new crowd volume and her partner laid out on the floor, Charlotte looks on shocked at Shiloh. All Shiloh does is smile before Charlotte is grabbed, and Becky performs her own O’Connor Roll into a pin. The refs count ends as quickly as it started, and Charlotte’s kick out comes to late. Becky’s music fills the already loud arena as she falls down to the mat. Charlotte pulls herself into a corner with nothing but disappointment and anger on her face. Shiloh rolls into the ring grabbing Becky’s belt and helping to her feet. She looks at Becky with a smile before grabbing her hand and raising it up. The crowd somehow gets louder.

After letting Becky bask in the glory for a bit they both finally exit the ring, walking backwards as they look at the sight of a now collected Danika and a still defeated Charlotte. Wrapping her arm around Becky’s waist in a side hug, Becky lifts her belt in the air with her other hand one more time to the crowd. Shiloh lifts her fist with her in a sign of victory.

Danika moves her eyes finally from the pair towards Charlotte, who is already glaring daggers at the Money in the Bank winner.

“Seems there’s going to be some trouble in paradise.”

“You could say that again Corey.”

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