#charlotte flair imagine

[aalyssah]

Confessions In The Dark

Pairing: Charlotte Flair x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff?

Word Count: 2,042

Summary: When you and Charlotte share a hotel, a power outage comes, as well as confessions.

A/N: First time writing for Charlotte. Hope You Enjoy!

You packed your bags in your locker room after your unsuccessful win for a number 1 contender match against Charlotte Flair.

You felt upset, but at the same time acceptance. You accepted the fact that you didn't win. You just needed to work harder.

A knock at your door pulled you out your thoughts. "Come in!" Rhea walked in, in a casual outfit. "Hey." She called, sitting on the couch, watching you pack. "I saw your match. You did good out there." You shrugged your shoulders. "Yeah, but I didn't win."

You moved around the room grabbing some clothes. "Did they approve you for the hotel?" She asked, changing the subject. You nodded your head. "Yes, and I can't wait to lay down. I've been on my feet all day!" Rhea chuckled in agreement. "I know that's right." You both shared a small laugh. "You wanna ride with me?"

You thought about it for a moment and hummed. "Sure, but you're driving." Rhea put her hands up in defense before standing up. "Alright, imma go put my bag in the car." She walked out down the hall. "I'll meet you in 10!" You yelled, hoping she heard you.

You continued packing your bags and once you were down, you felt like you and a body in it. It was heavy as you walked down the hall to the parking lot. You were so busy dragging your bag that you didn't see anyone in front of you.

Your chest collided with someone, causing a groan to fall from your mouth. "I'm sorry-" You looked up to see who it was and to your surprise it was Charlotte. She had her signature smirk on her face. "Hey there, Y/n. Good match out there."

You rolled your eyes at her sarcasm. "I don't have time for this." You tried walking past her, but she grabbed your arm. "Don't disrespect the Queen of-" Before she could finish her sentence, you pushed her back.

"Don't touch me." You didn't stick around to hear what she had to say before continuing your journey to the parking lot.

Rhea stood by her car, on her phone. "I was about to text you. What took you so long?" You pulled your bag up to the trunk. "Just Charlotte being annoying." You brushed her off, but Rhea cocked her eyebrow up at you.

"Is she giving you a hard time? 'Cause if she is I'll pay her a visit." You chuckled, shaking your head. "Okay Mami, calm down." You patted her chest and got in the car.

She drove to the hotel that you would spend the night in. You both walked through the lobby, waiting for the receptionist to finish the person in front of you. "I'm so tired, I can't wait to fall asleep."

Rhea nodded in agreement. "Hello ladies, how can I help you?" You both gave your attention to the receptionist. "Yes, we both have a hotel reservation, one for Rhea and Y/n." The man typed on his keyboard, concentration on his face. "So I only see a Rhea, but no Y/n." Your face turned into confusion.

"I booked my room at the same time as Rhea, so why don't you see it?" The man looked deeper into the computer and with a few clicks the answer came up. "Oh, it says that your room has been canceled yesterday because the room had some issues with the AC."

You took a deep breath, trying to control yourself. "So why didn't anyone call me? Did no one think to tell me about this?" The receptionist gave you a sorry look. "I know, I'm sorry ma'am." You dismissed, giving him another chance. "Is there a way I can get another room?"

The man looked down and sucked in a breath. "I'm sorry, all the rooms are taken, but there is one with 2 beds, but someone is already in it." You raked your hands through your hair. "You can bunk with me." You shook your head at Rhea's request. "Nah it's okay. I know Liv might be over there."

You looked back at the receptionist. "Is there a way you could give me the name and room number?" The man shook his head. "I'm sorry, but we can't give that information out."

You were about to say something, but someone behind you beat you to it. "Can y'all get out the way. People need to get their rooms too!" You knew that voice from anywhere.

You turned around to see Charlotte with that same expression from earlier. You and Rhea stepped out of the way, listening to their conversation. "Reservation for the name under Flair." The receptionist looked at the computer and then at Charlotte. "Charlotte? 2 beds, 1 bathroom, and kitchen?" She nodded her head, taking the card.

Your mouth dropped open in shock. She's the one who took the room. "Sir, are you sure there isn't another room?" The man nodded his head giving one last look over. "Yea, I'm sorry." You huffed out an annoyed sound. "Y/n stop being such a spoiled brat. The man said there's no other room."

You scoffed at her statement. "Like you're one to talk." She looked at you offended. "You know, I was gonna help you out, but you want to be so rude. Guess I'll have the 2 beds to myself." She started to walk away down to the elevator.

You mumbled something under your breath and took your bag. "Charlotte, wait." She stopped in her tracks, waiting for you to catch up. "Let me stay in your hotel room." Charlotte looked at you with a smirk. "Where's your manners? Say please."

You sighed. "Can you please let me stay in your hotel room?" Your voice was dragged as you didn't want to say it. "Oh of course! Since you asked so nicely." You rolled your eyes at her change of voice. You looked at Rhea and off you went in the elevator.

When you made it to the room, you flopped down on the bed with a groan. "Uh, huh, get up. That's my bed." When you didn't get up fast enough you were met with the floor. "Hey!" Charlotte placed her suitcase on the bed, zipping it open for some clothes.

"Asshole." Charlotte gave you a questioning look. "What was that?" You ignored her, going in your own bag for something comfy. "Did you just call the person who gave you a room for free an asshole?" You groaned loudly. "Shut up!" You went to the bathroom, changing into some sweatpants and one of Rhea's shirts.

When you came out, you froze at her outfit. She wore shorts that showed her juicy thighs, and a shirt that was cut up, showing her stomach slightly. You could see the print of her nipples, indicating she wasn't wearing a bra.

You coughed, shaking your head at the thought. When you laid down in the bed, silence took over the room. "Giving up so soon?" You rolled over, looking at Charlotte. "You just want to start something, don't you." Charlotte laughed at your question.

"When I start things, I finish unlike you." You tilted your head to the side. "What do you mean by that?" She went to the small kitchen, grabbing a bag of chips. "When I start a match, I finish it by winning, but you obviously couldn't do that tonight."

You bit your lip at her explanation. She was referring to your match tonight. "Charlotte, shut up. You're only saying that because you know that I'd beat your ass if I won." Charlotte laughed even louder than before, wiping a fake tear away.

"Oh please, we both know you're just jealous that you won't get my title. You won't and never will because you're nothing. You minds will stick to being Rhea and Liv's little sidekick."

You stay silent, feeling a small pang of hurt. Even though you and Charlotte could go at it for days, she's never said anything like this. "What's wrong, cat caught your tongue?" You rolled over towards the wall, pulling the cover over your shoulders.

"Awe, is someone angry?" You didn't say anything, earning a small push to your body. "Come on, Y/n. Don't go quiet on me now." Her teasing caused you to snap. "Leave me alone!"

The sound of thunder and the flash of lightning was heard as it all went black. The only thing that could be heard was your heavy breathing. "C-Charlotte?" You looked around, somewhat hoping to see her.

"What the hell?" Charlotte opened the door and looked out the hall. "The power went out!" Was faintly heard from someone. Charlotte cursed under her breath, closing the door. "Great, now I gotta be stuck in the dark with you." You got up, looking out the window.

You watched as the cars passed by and people ran down the sidewalk to their cars. "Why do you hate me?" Charlotte turned around, seeing your dark figure near the window."What?"

You repeated your question. "Why do you hate me?" She opened her mouth and then closed it, not knowing what to say. "What did I do to you that made you hate me so much?" Charlotte shook her head even though you couldn't see her. "Y/n, I've never hated you."

You scoffed, chuckling. "Yeah, you don't hate me, but you find any and every way to piss me off. Just tell me the truth." Charlotte took a deep breath. "You wanna know the truth?" You hummed a 'yes'.

"I- never mind." You grumbled, in annoyance. All this anticipation just for her to block you off. "No come on. Tell me!" Charlotte thought about it. "Do you like Rhea?" You almost choked on air as she asked you that. "What? Me and Rhea? Oh god no! Rhea's like a sister to me."

Charlotte let out a breath of relief. "Besides, Liv kinda likes her." You gasped, putting a hand over your mouth. "Shit, I wasn't supposed to say that." Charlotte tried to quiet her laugh down. "Forget I said that."

Charlotte slowly walked over to you, taking careful steps. "Now back to you, why did you ask me that?" Charlotte decided it was time to tell you. "I like you." Your breath caught in your throat at her confession. "Are you joking? If this is some sort of prank, imma get Rhea on you."

Charlotte could admit that it hurt. It hurt her that you thought she would play with your feelings. "No Y/n, I've been mean to you because I thought you and Rhea were dating."

It was all starting to make sense. You and Charlotte used to be friends back in your NXT days, but due to an injury, you left, leaving Charlotte to blow up on her own. That's when you met Rhea. She helped you through your injury and helped you come back to WWE.

You kinda blew Charlotte off because she didn't check up on you, or show any concern during it all. "But I thought you hated me." Charlotte's hands came in contact with your body, making you jump. "No, I was jealous. Jealous of the bond you and Rhea made. I thought you replaced me."

Shock came through your system. "I thought you replaced me! You and Becky had the great feuds, and you started hanging out with her more. I thought you blew me off." Charlotte was tired of all this dancin’ around.

"Y/n, just please tell me if you feel the same or not because I can't keep going on with our 'rivalry'." You nodded your head, forgetting that she couldn't see you. You turned around and felt something soft on your lips. Realization hit you when you felt her arms wrap around waist.

You relaxed into the kiss, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. The door busted open, and your eyes did as well. You then noticed that the power was back. "Hey Y/n, are you-" Liv's voice was heard. "Oh my god, Rhea, they're kissing!"

Liv ran down the hall like a schoolgirl, going to tell Rhea. You and Charlotte looked at each other with a smile on y'all's face.

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[lowkeyerror]

Mini Masterlist WWE Edition

Welcome to my Mini Masterlist WWE Edition. ARE YOU READY!!! Ladies and gentlemen and my nbies of course, Lowkeyerror proudly presents to you the masterlist you've all been waiting for. The beautiful ladies of Smackdown and those powerful woman of Raw. The WWE's Women's division. And if aren't down with that I got a few words for you. Check of the mega masterlist and maybe find something you do like. Oh and SUCK IT!

Becky Lynch

The Sound of Your Name

Charlotte

Not Your Match

Not Your Match pt 2

Give Me Another Chance

Liv Morgan

Attention

My Champion

Interview Slip Ups

Dreams Come True

Sasha Banks

Important Decisions

Sonya Deville

Suits

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[smartycvnt]

caught in the middle

pairing: sasha banks x charlotte flair x reader

summary: sasha and charlotte compete for your affections.

Despite your obliviousness, it became very obvious very quickly what was going on. Charlotte Flair and Sasha Banks had a thing for you, and they were both determined to make you theirs. It was sort of nice, having that attention on you. The issue was, you didn't know where the root of Charlotte and Sasha's affections were coming from. They had sort of started around the same time.

Charlotte had approached you first when you had arrived at a hotel the night before a show. The hotel was overbooked, so it wasn't looking like you'd be getting your own room. A few members of the roster had already paired up, including the people you had ridden in with. So, you had waited by the bar and gone through your contacts hoping to find someone who had a spare couch at the very least.

"You look like you could use this more than me." Charlotte's voice pulled your attention away from your phone. You glanced over at her to see her offering a glass of something your way. For a moment you hesitated, but ultimately took the drink from her. "I'm surprised you aren't up in your room by now. From what I've heard, you like your sleep."

"Trust me, if I could, I'd be face down and passed out, but I don't have a room apparently. They overbooked this weekend," you told her. Charlotte glanced at your luggage, which she hadn't initially noticed being next to you.

"I have extra space, king sized bed actually," Charlotte offered. You didn't hesitate to take the offer. Once you got up to Charlotte's room with her, you realized that she didn't mean an extra king-sized bed. You didn't mention it though, instead placing your things in the corner near the couch and sitting down on the edge of the bed. It was pretty late, so late that your mind didn't even start racing when Charlotte laid down next to you. "You can lay back, I don't bite."

"I don't know, those girls you came up with were kind of wild," you teased. Charlotte blushed a little as she pulled you to lay down next to her. There had been many stories about Charlotte's class at the Performance Center and FCW shenanigans.

"From what I've heard, you were the troublemaker in your group," Charlotte shot back. You couldn't deny that you had been a little rowdier whenever you were younger. In your defense, you had just partied your way out of college and needed something to make ends meet.

"I've grown up a lot since then. I am a totally different person," you scoffed. Charlotte laughed a little at your insistence that you were so different. She hadn't spent a whole lot of time around you, but she knew that wasn't completely true. You had less time to party and cause chaos, but that didn't mean it wasn't still going on.

"Whatever, just come here," Charlotte told you. You were about to ask what she wanted from you when her arms pulled you against her. Charlotte's head rested on your shoulder as she cuddled into your side. This had your heart racing in your chest, but you were still somehow able to fall asleep. Charlotte was warm and comfortable, and it had been longer than you were caring to admit since someone had shown you such innocent attention.

-----

After that night, Charlotte had begun inviting you to hang out with her more outside of shows. If the two of you were going to be staying at the same hotel for live events, you'd wind up in her room at some point watching TV and eating dinner together. You hadn't given it much thought, not until you found yourself at a hotel without Charlotte and started thinking about how much you missed her. To distract yourself from going down an emotional rabbit hole, you decided to hit up the hotel's fitness center.

It was supposed to be empty. Nobody in their right mind worked out at 1 in the morning. Still, as you got yourself set up on a rowing machine for your warmup, you could hear someone using a weighted machine. You didn't think about it, starting up the music from your phone and getting right to work. You didn't cross paths with whoever else was in there until you went to a treadmill for your run.

"You do know this doesn't help you actually run from your problems?" Sasha asked you. You shook your head as you continued on. "We can get a cup of coffee and talk. You look like you need it."

"I'm fine," you lied. Sasha stopped the treadmill for you and pulled you out of the gym herself. You didn't try to resist going with her. Just having company was nice, and you had always looked up to Sasha.

"Why were you in the gym so late?" Sasha asked as the two of you got back to her room. She had made you a cup of sleepytime tea rather than coffee, not that you were going to complain.

"I've been spoiled and can't stay in my own hotel room anymore," you said. Sasha looked intrigued, no doubt from the large number of dumb rumors from your past. "N-not like that."

"It could be like that, if you wanted," Sasha offered. You nearly spit your tea out as the two of you locked eyes. There was no pressure to make a decision, which was why it was so easy for you to set your tea aside and pull her in.

----

Weeks later and you were, both emotionally and physically on some occasions, fucked. You liked both Sasha and Charlotte a lot. You liked spending time with them, but they seemed to fight over your time. It was getting to the point where you were splitting every second you weren't working between the two of them. You hadn't been truly alone in weeks and that was how you realized that too much of a good thing was in fact, terrible.

"Good morning gorgeous." Charlotte greeted you with quick kiss as she set her phone down to reserve the spot next to you at the breakfast table. Today was the first time in over two months that you had gotten to sleep in your own room by yourself. Charlotte walked off to get herself some breakfast, which was around the same time Sasha emerged from the elevator and made her way towards you.

"Feeling better?" Sasha asked as she dropped down onto your lap. Subtly was neither woman's forte, but Sasha was more open with PDA than Charlotte tended to be. Sasha didn't care as much if someone stared at the two of you kissing at the hotel breakfast bar. She did care, however, when Charlotte tugged her face away from yours by the back of her hair. "What the fuck is your problem?"

"You need to learn how to keep your hands to yourself. I'm sure Y/n isn't all that comfortable giving the whole roster a free show," Charlotte grumbled. It was then that you realized they were both aware of each other. "I know from staying on the same floor as you, we've heard enough already."

"Jealous that she's moaning my name at night and not yours?" Sasha mocked. Charlotte clenched her jaw as she pushed around some oatmeal in a bowl.

"Hold on, you guys know about each other?" you asked. Both Sasha and Charlotte nodded, an obvious look on both of their faces. You felt sort of pissed, like they could have been cutting you a little more slack. There was a conversation that probably should have happened earlier so that you didn't run yourself ragged trying to make time to spend with both of them. "And not once did you think to bring it up?"

"Neither did you," Sasha pointed out. "You didn't have to keep accepting invitations to hang out. We'd understand if you needed time to think, maybe make a decision."

"I haven't had enough time to think that clearly lately. There's this really hot blonde who keeps making me watch dumb romance movies with her and very cudd-," Sasha held her hand up to cut you off.

"I'm not cuddly. We go to the gym together and then have sex, that's all," Sasha corrected. You scoffed, knowing that your time was mostly spent cuddling after the gym. Charlotte snorted at Sasha's statement, knowing Sasha well enough to know it wasn't true.

"We didn't want to rush you or anything either. Truthfully, at this point, we're fine with sharing you," Charlotte told you. "We'll just be more considerate of your time from now on. At least I will be."

"Don't act so high and mighty. I know she cancelled on me Saturday night because you were practically holding her hostage," Sasha teased. "But we're open to a schedule if you are."

"This is a lot, but that sounds nice. Maybe we could even find some time to spend all together too," you suggested. Both women seemed a little apprehensive, but ultimately agreed to negotiate something. They left you alone for the rest of the day until it was time to leave the hotel. You already had plans to ride with Charlotte, so Sasha decided to tag along to the next city with the two of you.

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[wanderingdarlingblog]

"The Bewitched and the Beguiled"  Ch. 2: "The Devil Went Down to Vegas" 

Summary: After a stressful morning at the airport, one of her old NXT alums helps her through her day before her main roster debut at SummerSlam 34.

Word Count: 5.6k

Warnings: mention of alcohol, swearing, sexual innuendos, cannon wrestling violence, poor writing of a Scottish accent, flirting, spelling errors probably.

A/N: This one was a bit of a monster, but Chapter 2 is done! The reason for such a delay is because I ended up messing around with the order of events and decided to change around some things and move it to the next chapter since this one seemed to be getting a bit long. If you have any feedback, it is much appreciated. Let me know if you want! Just message me or respond on the post itself. If you're feeling like it, you're more than welcome to reblog or repost with credit, but please do not copy without credit. Thank you for the support! <3 I hope yo are all enjoying this series so far. If you want to be added to the tag list, let me know!

-WD

Sneak Peak Ch. 1 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 4.5

Las Vegas, Nevada August 21st, 2021

The moment she stepped off the plane, Michelle called her sister. She was supposed to be on the flight with Michelle, but somehow she missed the flight.

Ring...ring...ring...

"Hi! Sorry I missed your call, just leave a messa-"

Click.

"Damn it!" Michelle growled as she rolled her small luggage to baggage claim and dialed again.

Ring...ring...

"Micky I'm so sorry-"

"What. The fuck. Is wrong with you." Michelle's hushed voice was dripping with venom. "I am in Vegas. Where are you?"

"Phil is driving to the airport right now-" Darcy started, panic obvious in her voice as she tried to keep herself and her little sister calm, but Michelle was beyond consoling at this point.

"I knew I should have picked you up this morning, but I thought you were the responsible one of the two of us. I kept calling, and calling and calling. This is the biggest night of my life thus far and you're still in Chicago." Michelle's voice was slowly raising in volume, causing people to turn their heads.

"I'm gonna try to get there as quickly as possible, honey, okay? I went a little too hard last night and I slept through my alarm. It's only a four hour flight, I'm so sorry." Darcy tried to bargain, but she braced herself on the other end for Michelle's wrath.

"Sorry? Oh you're sorry? Yeah, because 'sorry' is gonna magically poof you here in Vegas. We'll be square if you can make it to Vegas before the show. Text me updates on your flight. Goodbye, Darcy."

Click.

Michelle ran a manicured hand through her hair and heaved a sigh as she approached baggage claim. She grabbed her other suitcase and made her way to call an Uber to get to the hotel, but her eyes caught a little sign to her right, which read "MJ :)" in thick red ink.

A smile cracked her exhausted expression as she met eyes with the one of the only people who could possibly ease her worries at this moment.

"Damien...?"

"Hola, hermana." Damien grinned with a heavy pat on her shoulder, which turned into a hug. He looked similar to Michelle, dressed casually in a pair of sweats and a loose tank top. "How was your flight?"

"Awful, Darcy missed her flight." Michelle tried not to sound too disappointed, but Damien's eyebrows flew up and his eyes scanned the airport behind her like this was the first time she noticed she was alone.

"No kidding...huh. I'm sorry, Micky." Damien leaned over her and grabbed the bigger suitcase from her hands, pushed down the handle and grabbed hold of the other handle that was stitched to the bag. "C'mon, I'm parked in a red zone, you'll catch me up in the car."

Michelle couldn't help but laugh a little as the two jogged to Damien's car, haphazardly threw her luggage in the trunk, and drove off.

"I thought no one was supposed to know I was coming." Michelle finally asked, which made Damien chuckle.

"Yeah, well that all got ruined when I accidentally overheard Stephanie and Vince chatting. One thing led to another, I offered to pick you up, they said yes, and now I'm here. I was told not to tell a soul though. Sounds like you're a pretty big deal tonight?" Damien wiggled his eyebrows.

"No pressure." Michelle's sad little chuckle did not go unnoticed by Damien.

"You'll be great, chica! From what I overheard, you're gonna steal the show." Damien reassured her as they pulled onto the freeway.

"Knock on wood." Michelle leaned on the car door and stared at the Vegas strip, which did not look quite as magical in the daylight.

"Hey, the girls will be excited to see you tonight." Damien tried to bring a smile to his friend's face. "Dani, Bella, Rhea..."

Michelle did smile a little at the thought of seeing her girls. She grew up with Dani and Bella in Minneapolis. The three met at a wrestling camp Darcy signed her up for when she was just a little kid, and they were fast friends. Fast forward, now those two are the current women's tag-team champions and Michelle had finally made her way to join them in the big leagues.

Dani's ring name was Ivy Stone, but they tend to shorten her name to Ivy, and she's been nicknamed "The Spitfire" for her spunk she has in and out of the ring. Her in-ring personality was not far off from her actual personality, maybe her real personality had less of a filter. Her big mouth has gotten the three of them into some trouble over the years, for sure. She was strong and was known for her tricks and flips during her matches. She's loud, bodacious, and unapologetically herself, which is what Michelle thinks attracted Damien to her in the first place. They've been dating for about nine months, and from what Michelle can tell, they've been pretty happy.

Annie, whose full first name is Annabelle, goes by Bella Mason, and her character could not be more different in the ring versus outside. Bella has always been on the quiet side, rarely speaking out of turn. Polite, genuine, harmless. In the ring, however, she's a terrifying 5'4 little monster. Fast, nimble, unsuspecting. She was nicknamed "The Bombshell" for her blonde hair at first, but her technique in the ring proved to be more fitting for the nickname.

The three women were in NXT together, and soon enough Michelle met Rhea. Rhea and Michelle bonded quickly and slid into the friend group rather quickly. Dani and Annie often joked that Michelle and Rhea could have been related, since their aesthetics matched well. Both had an overall dark look with dark makeup, and both were fairly intimidating to share a ring with. They both were tall, and had broad shoulders and strong legs, but Michelle was a little smaller than Rhea overall when it came to muscle mass and wingspan.

"I miss them." Michelle smiled at the memories flashing in her head. "Do they have any idea something's happening tonight?"

"Not that I know of." Damien shrugged as he took the exit off the freeway. "You know Dani, she would be all over me if she knew you were coming. Those three have been waiting for Vince to bring you up for months. If she knew, I wouldn't be able to stop her from coming to the airport to pick you up!" Damien laughed, and finally Michelle started laughing, a weight lifting from her chest.

"You're right." Michelle's laugh died down to a chuckle as they pulled into the hotel parking lot. They both got out of the car, grabbed her bags out of the trunk and started walking to the elevators to get into the lobby.

"So how was Rampage last night...? Traitor." Damien teased, shoving her shoulder gently. Michelle's eyes lit up and she shoved him back hard, making Damien howl with laughter as he stumbled. "I was kidding, chica! Relax."

"You better be." Michelle laughed, an honest grin on her face. "It was great! Phil was wonderful, my sister couldn't be prouder, and I got to see Jon, which was nice. Some of the guys recognized me over there, which was surreal, but it definitely was a bit of an ego boost. Of course most of them just knew me as 'Punk's Niece' or 'Darcy's Sister', but they also said that they watched some of my NXT stuff. Weird, huh?"

"You saw Jon?" Damien's voice fell to a whisper, like he was afraid Jon would hear them gossiping all the way in Chicago.

"That's all you got from that?" Michelle shook her head as she pushed the elevator button.

"Well no. Congratulations they saw your work in NXT, congratulations to Punk and your sister, blahblahblahblahblah," Damien's voice moved a million miles a second and his hand moved in a talking motion. "But you saw Jon?"

Ding.

The pair shuffled into the elevator and watched the doors close.

"Yes."

"And?" Damien waited with an expectant face, almost looking offended she didn't give him any more information. "This is the same Jon Moxley you were like, in love with, right? What happened"

"Okay, let's not go that far-" Michelle sighed, regretting bringing his name up, but Damien cut her off almost immediately.

"Oh come on, drop the ice queen act for two seconds, hermana. Don't think I didn't forget that night you got absolutely trashed and spilt your guts to me after that one NXT Takeover in New York." Damien chided, making Michelle groan and roll her eyes. She needed to get out of this elevator.

"Will you stop bringing up that night? I was so embarrassed in the morning." Michelle muttered bitterly.

Ding.

The elevator doors slid open and air conditioning hit Michelle's face. She let out a content sigh.

"What happened?" Damien pressed as the two wrestlers walked to the front desk.

"Not much really. I had to leave fairly quickly after the show to get some rest for my flight. We said hello, shared a drink, swapped numbers." Michelle shrugged. She chatted with the front desk, got her room key, and they both made their way to another elevator.

"That's it? I thought you would have found the closest storage closet and fucked like rabbits." Damien laughed, then winced when Michelle promptly elbowed him in the ribs. "Ow, fuck what was that one for?"

"For being a jerk," Michelle laughed, not being totally serious in her insult. A beat or so passed as they entered the hotel elevator and pressed her room level. She glanced up at Damien and smirked. "but don't put something like that past me."

"I don't. That's why I said it." Damien smirked back and wiggled his eyebrows.

"Don't make me elbow you again." Michelle warned.

"Sorry." Damien chuckled.

The conversation was minimal for the rest of the elevator ride and the walk to Michelle's room. It mostly consisted of more teasing and Damien inviting Michelle out to drinks and clubbing with the rest of the roaster after the show, which Michelle obviously accepted.

"I'm just down the hall. If you need anything, text me. Vince told me to give you strict instructions to not leave your room until this afternoon, I'll give you a drive to the arena and get you to my trailer where you can get ready, and you stay there until your run-in. Got it?"

"Got it." Michelle nodded.

"Awesome. I'll swing by around 11:45? We gotta be there at noon." Damien checked his watch. "So you got about a few hours to just hang out, order some breakfast. I'll see you later."

"Bye, Damien." Michelle waved him off and closed the door.

She heaved a sigh, threw herself onto her bed and moaned. The bed was so soft. She grabbed her phone and set an alarm so she could squeeze in a little nap before the show tonight. She crawled under the covers, shut her eyes and fell asleep almost immediately.

..........................

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEE-

"Fuuuuuuuck..." Michelle groaned, feeling like shit as she awoke from her nap. It was 11:00, and she had a text message from her sister.

"Sis⛓: Hey Micky! I got a ticket for a 2:00 flight, I'll let you know when I land. Keep me updated!"

Michelle released a sigh of relief at the text. She might be cutting it close to her match, but she'll make it in time.

"Hey Darcy, that's great news! Just woke up from a little cat nap, I'm about to get ready to head down to the arena. Damien is here with me, sounds like he's gonna be sneaking me around tonight. Can't wait to see you. ❤️"

She pressed send, threw her phone in front of her, and hopped off the bed to start pulling herself together to leave. She splashed some water on her face, pulled together everything she needed into her smaller carry-on bag and she was pretty much ready to go.

She waited for Damien to knock on her door, he swept her away and they were off to the arena.

"Nervous?" Damien asked as they pulled up to the arena.

"I'll feel better when Darcy's here." Michelle concluded, feeling a little overwhelmed at the size of the Allegiant Stadium.

"I'm glad she got a flight out." Damien smiled as he parked his car next to his trailer. They both got out, Michelle grabbed her suitcase from the trunk and he opened the trailer door. Michelle turned around to look at the stadium again, thinking about how many people were gonna be watching tonight. She started to feel the nerves, but Damien's voice broke her out of her thoughts. "Shake a leg, princess, anyone might see you out here."

"Sorry." Michelle muttered. She turned on her heel and jogged up the few steps that lead into his trailer. Damien turned to leave, but Michelle called after him. "Wait!"

"What?" Damien whispered with wide eyes, glancing around the other parked trailers.

"Can you get me some food from catering?" Michelle asked with a sheepish smile.

"You didn't get room service at the hotel?" Damien's eyebrows raised, slight annoyance obvious on his face.

"I took a nap." Michelle cringed.

"YOU TOOK A-" Damien's voice boomed, but he quickly drew back. He closed his eyes and scowled, trying to calm himself. "You took a nap?"

Michelle shrugged and nodded. Damien pinched the bridge of his nose, took a deep breath through his nose and took a step towards her.

"Do you know how hard it's gonna be to go in there, grab food for the both of us, and not look suspicious?" Damien pointed in the general direction of the arena, his lips in a thin line of irritation.

"I know, I'm sorry. Please? I need some food, the last thing I had was a finger sandwich at the Rampage last night. I'm so hungry." Michelle bit her lip, eyes pleading.

Damien thought for a few moments, jaw clenched and fingers tapping impatiently on his hips. He sighed and wagged a finger in his friend's direction.

"Fine. But!" he pointed at her definitively. "We do it my way."

"Thank you, Damien!" Michelle grinned and gave him a quick hug. "You're amazing."

"You vex me, Grimes..." Damien shook his head and jogged off.

Michelle shut the door with a rattling thud and took a moment to look around the trailer. The first thing that caught her eye were the several photos he had framed on the small dining table.

There was a picture of Damien and Dani the night he one the NXT North American Championship belt. She was in her ring gear, grinning from ear to ear as she looked up at him. He had an arm wrapped around her. He was looking at the camera, holding the title. Even back then, she had a major crush on him, but she would never admit it.

He had another picture of him, Dani, Annie, Matt Riddle, and Michelle. It was a self-timer photo someone had taken on their phone in some hotel room. The group of them were squished shoulder to shoulder on someone's bed. Our chins were placed in the palms of our hands and we were smiling like idiots, we looked like we were taking a cheesy family photo.

The last photo was a picture of Damien, Rhea, and Michelle. She was standing between Damien and Rhea, holding the NXT Women's title. Michelle smiled at the picture, recognizing it as the night she pinned Charlotte Flair to obtain her second title win during her time in NXT. Michelle's makeup was smudged and her hair was a mess, but the smile on Michelle's face was beaming.

She sat down in one of the chairs strewn around the trailer and held onto that memory a little longer, a ghost of a smile on her face.

"So long ago, but it feels like yesterday..." Michelle whispered to herself as she spared a glance at the pictures, and then at the trailer around her. "Look where I am now."

She poked around the trailer a little more, seeing if anything piqued her interest, but she decided to just sit on her phone and scroll through Twitter and occasionally went over her lines for her promo tonight. Soon enough, a knock came knocking at the trailer door. Michelle scrambled to her feet and not very gracefully tripped over a pair of Damien's shoes, but she caught her footing. She tip-toed to the door and cracked it opened to not only see Damien, but Matt.

"Holy shi-"

"No way-"

Matt and Michelle spoke at the same time, both of their faces lighting up. Michelle threw the door open and waved both the boys in, then promptly shut it behind them.

"What's up, MJ?" Matt put down the two plates of food in his hands and hugged the redhead in front of him.

"Just flippin' out, nothin' crazy." Michelle laughed and turned a pointed look of confusion to Damien, who just had a cocky smile on his face.

"This was my way." Damien gestured to Riddle, who just had his signature smile on his face. "I had to tell someone to come eat with me in my trailer, so I didn't look too crazy. I was gonna bring Dani, but she's with hair and make-up right now."

"So you're the big secret, huh?" Matt crossed his arms and looked her up and down. "Y'know, I've heard some rumors that some shady stuff was gonna happen tonight, but I'm so glad it's you."

"I'm happy to be here," Michelle smiled and glanced at the two plates he brought in, piled with food. "What-"

"We didn't know what you wanted so we got you a little of everything." Matt's lopsided grin made Michelle laugh and her chest warmed a little.

"Guys, you're the best, thank you." Michelle picked up the two plates and sat down at the small table to start eating.

The three swapped stories and caught up on anything that came to mind, but time flew by and Michelle let out a noise of surprise when she checked her phone.

"You guys gotta go! I gotta start getting ready, you guys need to get in your gear. Get out!" Michelle jokingly started to shoe them out, causing the group to giggle. "Out with you!"

"Kicking me out of my own trailer, unbelievable." Damien rolled his eyes, but Michelle just scoffed.

"You can have it back later, I need to get ready." Michelle finally got them out the door. "I'm so happy to see you both. Thank you for the food."

"Of course, Micky." Matt gave her a huge smile and a thumbs up. "You're gonna kill it tonight."

"Yeah, come find me after your run-in, hermana." Damien waved goodbye as the two men sauntered off back to the arena.

The next couple of hours were a tornado of hair and makeup. She ended up pulling her hair into a messy updo with some stray hairs pulled over her forehead. She did a dark smokey eye with her signature burgundy lip. She started to dig through her suitcase to change into her custom ring gear when her phone pinged. She picked it up, thinking it was her sister, but it was a text from Jon.

"Mox: Break some legs tonight, kid. Lots of love from home."

She opened the text to see there was a video attached. It was a video from Phil's living room. On the TV was the first SummerSlam match of the night, which was AJ Styles and Omos versus Randy Orton and Matt Riddle. The camera panned to the couch. On the couch was Phil, Matt and Nick Jackson, Eddie Kingston, and Adam Page. They were all waving and sending good wishes. The camera flipped, so Jon was in frame now. Jon made a face that made Michelle laugh through the tears welling up in her eyes.

"You got this kiddo!" Phil smiled through her little phone screen. "I wish I could be there with you."

"Show them how it's done!" Eddie cheered.

"We'll be cheering you on, you got a support system over here, Mickey." Jon gestured to all the men behind him.

"It's about time! Welcome to the big leagues, kid!" Matt whooped.

The video ended, and Michelle got a little choked up but she pushed the tears back down since she just finished her makeup. Her fingers flew across her phone's keyboard to respond.

"You got me tearing up in full hair and makeup. Thank you guys for the support, it warms my heart."

She put her phone down after she hit send and fanned her face to try to stop from looking too blotchy. After a few deep breaths, she went back into her suitcase, grabbed her gear, and changed.

Her new gear was mostly red and black with some white accents. The pants were leather, with the white accents being a latex-y reflective material. On her hips were her initials in big white letters "LG", and on either side of the initials were two big red devil horns. Her top was a black bra with red accents, and her boots were red with black accents.

There was a small full body mirror in the trailer and she was able to get a good look on how it fit. It was snug in the right places and hugged her curves. Her shoulders and back looked good and her abs were toned. She looked good.

A knock at the door startled her, a small noise of surprise escaped her throat.

"What the fuck..." She slowly approached the door and put her hand on the door handle. "Who is it?"

"Special delivery for Lilith Grimes, it's the Sister Special."

Michelle threw the door open and grabbed her sister in a big hug.

"I'm sorry for being so upset this morning-" Michelle started, but Darcy cut her off.

"Bitch!" Darcy laughed and gently shoved her back into the trailer and closed the door. "Don't even try to apologize, I was a jackass for being hungover and not being able to support you throughout today, I'm sorry."

"But-"

"No buts." Darcy shushed her sister, but then gasped. "Holy shit you look HOT. Damn."

Michelle laughed and put her hands on her hips. "I missed you today, I'm so happy you got a flight out."

"Fuck, me too. I was so worried I wasn't gonna get a flight out, but I'm just so happy to be here to support you on your big day. When do you go on?"

"Soon." Michelle sighed. Since there was not TV in the trailer, Michelle had to keep up with the show on her phone, and from what she can tell, Becky Lynch just defeated Bianca Belair. She grabbed one of her NXT hoodies and zipped it up. "I should actually start heading over now, the next few segments are gonna go by fast."

"Oh shit, I was just in time." Darcy laughed as she opened the door.

"Yeah." Michelle laughed and skipped down the steps and jumped onto the asphalt. She stretched and cracked her back and turned to walk side by side with her sister.

Once they were inside the arena walls, Michelle's heart was beating in her ears. Her palms started to sweat and she started to bite the inside of her cheek.

"Y'know what helped me when I got nervous right before I went on?" Darcy nudged Michelle's side gently to get her attention.

"Hm?" Michelle hummed, trying to focus on the sound of their footsteps echoing off the arena walls to calm down.

"I tried to say the alphabet backwards." Darcy grinned.

"You what?" Michelle laughed, confused.

"I would be so concentrated on trying to spell it backwards, I couldn't focus on my nerves. Every time I messed up, I started over." Darcy giggled. "I still do it every now and then, but I've done it so many times now, I know how to say the alphabet backwards now."

"I'll keep that in mind." Michelle nodded as they approached the gorilla position.

It seemed like Nikki, Rhea, and Charlotte had just finished their entrances and the match had just started. Producers and sound technicians spared a couple glances our way, but not much was said before Vince got up from his chair and extended his hand to Michelle, which she firmly shook his hand.

"How's it goin' boss?" Michelle tried to be playful, but as soon as it left her lips, she regretted her words. "Was that too casual? Oh god."

Thankfully, Vince chuckled a little.

"Goin' great, Lilith. You ready? You got the script right? You remember your lines?" Vince's gruff voice was stern. Michelle nodded quickly with a smile.

"Yes sir." Michelle nodded again as she unzipped her hoodie and threw it on an abandoned chair.

"Good. We'll make sure to give you the signal to head out there. Break a leg, kid." Vince put his headset back on and sat back down. "Nice to see you, Darcy."

"Thank you sir." Michelle turned her attention back to the several TV screens broadcasting the show happening 100 feet from her.

"Nice to see you too, Vince." Darcy nodded in her old boss's direction.

The next several minutes were a tense silence, with Michelle silently muttering the alphabet backwards. The silence was broken, however, by a booming, thick Scottish accent.

"Well if it isn't the Dynamo herself!" The two girls turned to see a rather large specimen of a man. He towered over Michelle, and his bicep was the size of her head. He was glistening with sweat and his abs were clenching with every deep breath.

"Drew, hey! Congrats on the win tonight." Darcy casually hugs the giant behind her with a smile.

"Well thank ya, lass." Drew chuckled and shrugged.

"Hey, I want you to meet my sister. I guess it's no use trying to keep it a secret anymore, she's debuting tonight in like five minutes." Darcy patted Michelle on the back, silently urging her to take a step towards Drew. "Drew, this is my sister Michelle."

"Pleasure to meet ya, miss." Drew took a small step forward, took Michelle's hand and kissed the back of it. All the while, his eyes never left hers. Michelle felt a hot blush creeping up her neck, but she played it off as casually as possible

"I've heard so much about you." Michelle had a smile creeping onto her face. She bit her lip for a moment as she took a once over of him quickly. "You've got quite the reputation."

"So do you. I've heard you can get pretty extreme." Drew nodded, his eyes doing wandering of their own before they went back up to her eyes and engaged in conversation once again. "Are the rumors true?"

"More or less." Michelle's smirk grew to a mischievous grin. "Guess you'll have to find out for yourself."

Drew's eyebrows raised at her challenge. He chuckled deeply and nodded.

"She'll fit in just fine." Drew said to Darcy, which she laughed at. "I know you're about to head out there, so I won't keep you. Lovely to see you both."

"See ya, Drew." Darcy waved.

Michelle fluttered her fingers, silently saying goodbye.

Drew took one more look over his shoulder before he disappeared backstage and winked.

"You weren't very subtle." Darcy pointed out under her breath.

"I wasn't trying to be." Michelle shrugged with a smirk.

"You haven't even been officially assigned to a brand yet and you're already flirting with your coworkers? Michelle." Darcy scolded.

"Don't judge me!" Michelle whispered. "I haven't gotten laid in a minute, and he looks even better than he does on TV."

"You're gonna get yourself into some deep trouble, Micky." Darcy warned. "If that's what you want, you're playing with fire."

"Trouble always seems to find me anyway, Darcy." Michelle pointed out, which made Darcy chuckle.

"Lilith," a guy with a headset taps Michelle on the shoulder. "Charlotte just got the pin. You're cue is in 10, 9-"

"Holy shit." Michelle jumped in place and started walking to the staircase that led up to her entrance.

For a few moments in that dark hall, the only thing Michelle could see was the light coming in from her entrance into the arena, and the only thing she could hear was the cheers from the crowd. Then just for a moment, all she heard was her heartbeat, like it was about to burst from her chest. And then, her music hit.

The heavy guitar strums from the beginning of "Ride with the Devil" by Motley Crue echoed through the arena.

The crowd went nuts. Lilith came around the corner and was momentarily blinded by the spotlights, but the adrenaline pumping through her kept her laser focused on that ring at the end of the ramp. Her focus was on Charlotte, who went from triumphantly holding the title above her head to dropping it at her side.

Lilith bounced from foot to foot and then began a dead sprint towards the ring, high-fiving a few fans at the barricade on the way.

"I can't believe it!" Jimmy Smith exclaimed from the announce table. "It's Lilith Grimes from NXT!"

"What the heck is she doing here?" Byron Saxton was on his feet and his hands were on top of his head.

"Here she comes! The Moxie of NXT has made her way to the WWE Stage."

Lilith dived head first and slid under the bottom rope, and pushed herself up to a kneeling position about two feet away from Charlotte, still maintaining intense eye contact. She got to her feet and took a step forward, her aura dripping confidence.

The crowd was still going ballistic. Nikki was in the corner of the ring, mouth hanging open. Lilith was able to catch Rhea out of the corner of her eye. She was favoring one of her knees, but the look on her face was priceless.

"What the hell are you doing here." Charlotte sneered at Lilith.

"Aww, you still hate me?" Lilith's face morphed to faux sympathy. "Glad to know some things don't change."

Lilith started circling Charlotte, looking her up and down, then locking her eyes on that title belt.

"You didn't answer my question." Charlotte whipped around to be almost toe to toe with Lilith.

Lilith licked her lips, trying to intimidate her opponent. She caught a glimpse of the Jumbotron, the camera was focused on trying to catch a glimpse of the heated words being passed between the two wrestlers in the ring.

"I'm here for your title, bitch." Lilith spit out slowly. As soon as the last word left her lips, Lilith attempted to grab the title out of Charlotte's hand, but Charlotte was quicker.

Charlotte took a couple steps back, spun around and was gonna try to hit Lilith with an elbow to the jaw, but Lilith duck out of the way just in time. Lilith blew a low whistle and her eyes went wide.

"Woah, calm down." Lilith's voice was dripping in condescension, which only angered Charlotte more. She bounced her body off the ropes, ran full speed at Lilith and reeled back a punch.

Lilith quickly rolled out of the ring and threw her hands up, motioning "wait".

"Is this what you want?" Charlotte shouted, holding the title up. The crowd roared, waiting for Lilith's response. "Come back in here and get it then, bitch."

Lilith shook her head, jumped up to the apron and slugged Charlotte with her forearm, knocking the newly crowned champ back. Lilith bent down, jumped over the top rope and clotheslined Charlotte onto her back, dazed.

Lilith rolled out of the ring, and made a grabbing motion in the direction of Jimmy Smith.

"Mic, please." Lilith's tone was biting. Jimmy quickly handed her a mic. She tapped it a few times before she started speaking into it. "Charlotte! Long time, no see, huh?"

Charlotte started to get back to her feet as Lilith got back onto the apron and bent at the hips to enter the ring over the second rope.

"Thought you saw the last of me?" Lilith challenged as she became eye to eye again with the champ. "Think again. I'm back, and I'm back with a vengeance."

Charlotte nabbed the mic out of my hand with an aggravated look on her face.

"What do you want." Charlotte's voice was dangerously low.

Lilith laughed and swiped the mic back with a little more force.

"I'm here to take another one of those from you, since I had so much fun taking it from you last time." Lilith pointed at the RAW Woman's title that Charlotte had just won.

Charlotte gripped the title a little tighter and shook her head. She grabbed the title and launched herself at her opponent, using the belt to bludgeon Lilith to the ground. After taking a few hits, Lilith was able to kick out from Charlotte's straddle and escaped to a corner of the ring. Charlotte dropped the title and charged at Lilith, who at the last possible moment ducked to the right. Charlotte followed her, but quickly regretted it as Lilith bounced off the ropes and leaped into what could have been a hurricanrana turned into an octopus submission hold.

"Tap, and I won't dislocate your shoulder." Lilith spoke through her teeth, her voice was venomous.

After a few moments, Charlotte tapped. Lilith held the hold for a few extra seconds, then released Charlotte where she collapsed on the mat.

She took a couple breaths, grabbed ahold of the title that was tossed aside earlier. The crowd erupted into cheers. She examined the title, smiled, and tossed it onto Charlotte's body on the floor. Her music started to play as she rolled out of the ring. She made eye contact with Rhea, sent her a cheeky wink and mouthed "We'll talk later". Rhea nodded with an amused look on her face.

Lilith marched her way up the ramp, cracked her neck, and walked backstage with a smile.

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Notes || Becky Lynch x Charlotte Flair

Summary: Charlotte and Becky reunite at Survivor Series.

At Survivor Series, amidst the chaos and anticipation of the event, Becky Lynch found herself face to face with her former partner, Charlotte Flair. The air crackled with tension as they exchanged hesitant glances, the memories of their past relationship weighing heavily on their hearts.

As Becky's gaze drifted to Charlotte's locker, a flash of color caught her eye. Post-it notes adorned the inside of the door, a rainbow of reminders that stirred something deep within her.

"Are those my old notes?" Becky's voice was barely above a whisper as she pointed to the colorful array.

Charlotte's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she nodded, unable to meet Becky's gaze. "Yeah, uh, I kind of kept them all."

Becky's heart skipped a beat at the admission, her mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions. She remembered the countless notes she used to sneak into Charlotte's bag when they were on separate brands, little reminders of her love and support.

"You mean to tell me you've kept every single note?" Becky's voice was filled with wonder, her heart swelling with emotion.

Charlotte nodded, a shy smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Yes," she admitted, her eyes finally meeting Becky's.

"Everything? Even those stupid pun ones?" Becky couldn't help but tease, her laughter echoing through the locker room.

Charlotte's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she refused to back down. "They aren't stupid," she insisted, her tone playful yet sincere. "They were...endearing."

Becky's heart swelled with warmth at Charlotte's words, the realization dawning on her that their connection had never truly faded. Despite the years apart and the pain of their breakup, the love they shared still lingered between them, a beacon of hope in the darkness.

In that moment, as they stood surrounded by the echoes of their past, Becky and Charlotte realized that their love was stronger than ever. Survivor Series marked not just a reunion, but a reaffirmation of the bond that had always held them together, through thick and thin.

As they embraced, the weight of their shared history lifted, leaving only the promise of a future filled with love and possibility. For Becky and Charlotte, the journey was far from over, but they knew that as long as they had each other, they could face whatever challenges lay ahead, together.

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[dirtywrestling]

Please write a fan fiction off liv Morgan humiliating Charlotte flair stripping her and spanking her

Pairing: Liv Morgan x Charlotte Flair

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, Spanking, Humiliation

Commission Requests: Closed!

Imagine Requests: Open!

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Liv smirked down at Charlotte who was crawling away from her. Liv's eyes glued to Charlotte, the way she swayed her hips as she was on all fours made Liv basically feral. Liv licked her lips, craving to see Charlotte naked.

Liv approached Charlotte from behind, grabbed Charlotte's flimsy shorts and with one tough pull the fabric ripped and Charlotte's bare was shown all over national television. The crowd cheered and whistled at the sight in front of them.

Tears streamed down Charlotte's cheek as she yelped feeling Liv's hands on her. "Lets show everyone how you take a nice punishment." Liv threw Charlotte over her knee, ass in the air and roughly slapped her hand down on Charlotte's bare ass.

A loud scream escaped Charlotte's mouth as her ass stung. Liv's hand came down multiple times in a row on the same cheek, making Charlotte's skin bright cherry red. "Fuck, look how well you take these spankings." Liv smirked, loving how Charlotte sobbed under her touch.

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[piledrivemytombstones]

Okay so Rhea is gonna fight against Charlotte Flair in wrestlemania and this gives me more prediction ideas.

These might be more off the wall but

Idc

Prediction 1:

I think that Rhea vs Charlotte will start with Charlotte being on the winning side until Rhea takes advantage of Charlottes exhaustion and attacks her.

It starts to look like Rhea’s gonna win until BETH PHOENIX OF ALL THE PEOPLE gets to the ringside and pulls Rhea off Charlotte which gives her time to get back up and kick Rheas ass and retain the title. (This would just kickstart Rhea vs Beth)

Prediction 2:

Rhea wins the title against Charlotte Flair.

At the end of the fight where Rhea is celebrating, Beth Phoenix comes out of nowhere and attacks Rhea. Fully kickstarting the rivalry between them that WWE and Beth Phoenix have eluding in and after royal rumble. This would also kickstart Rhea vs Charlotte Flair which would make Beths appearances be not so often but give a lot of that women against Rhea energy.

The one prediction I think has more merit is prediction 2 because WWE has been boosting her A LOT in 2022. It’s not far off that she’ll get herself a title

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masterlist • request page • prompt list

nothing here yet...

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WWE One-Shots

Sasha Banks x Charlotte Flair

Sasha Banks x Bayley

Sasha Banks x Becky Lynch

Sasha Banks x Stephanie McMahon

4HW

Sasha Banks x Bianca Belair

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[ayvnari]

bloodied lips

rhea ripley x f!reader

After losing her fight, she seeks her girlfriend out to blow off some steam.

word count: 1.8k

(incomplete bc idk if its good)

18+!!

warnings : rhea taking her anger out on you, mean-ish rhea, cursing, smoking, mommy rhea, pure smut, oral r!recieving and r!giving, fingering r!recieving, teasing, edging, slight sadism/ masochism, thigh riding, bad girl good girl type, degredation/ praise kink, rough fucking, strap usage, cowgirl, mirror stuff, somewhat bratty reader, idk what else just really slutty

note: this is about the summer slam 2021, rhea ripley vs. nikki a.s.h vs. charlotte flair, also this is my first time writing smut that wasn't a jokey joke so erm!!! and theres barely any plot, mostly just smut bc.

if you asked me a year ago, i never would have imagined myself front row at the summer slam, but yet i was here.

i watched rhea walk into the ring, she practically demanded respect with her presence. and god knows i would give it to her. i couldn't believe i was watching my girlfriend walk into a ring.

of course, i've seen it plenty of times, but i could never get enough of it. and the best part was that she was always the most riled up after winning a good match.

but, what i didn't expect was the complete opposite. not only did she not win, she failed miserably. i winced at every blow she suffered, nikki and charlotte were not holding back.

everytime rhea looked at me in the crowd i blew her a kiss, that would usually pick her spirits up. but she was far too angry to care about me, or anyone for that matter, all she cared about was winning this fight.

after the fight, i waited back in her dressing room for rhea. i was sitting at her vanity, watching the next fight on the tv in the corner of the room. she walked in fuming.

curses spilled out of her mouth.

"that fucking bitch , using those cheesy ass moves , fucking bitch!" she yelled, her australian accent booming through the room. she kicked one of the chairs, before glaring at herself in the mirror.

i jumped as she kicked the chair, i furrowed my eyebrows. "rhea?" i said, my voice calm as i tried to hopefully calm her down.

she looked at me, but it wasn't the normal, loving look she gave me before the match, it was a death glare.

i gulped, before taking a deep breath. "lets calm down, okay? i mean... it cant be that bad." i smiled sheepishly. "there's always next ti-"

"no, there isn't a fucking next time y/n!" she yelled. " i spent fucking months training for this fight and i couldn't do shit, so don't tell me about next time, i don't need a fucking pep talk." rhea clenched her fists, running her hands over her head as she paced around the room.

i stayed quiet, looking down.

"get over here." she told me, i just looked up at her.

"i said, get the fuck over here, y/n. im not in a good mood." she said, wiping the blood off her lips as she stared at me, her voice eerily calm.

i got up from the vanity that i sat in, i looked up at rhea, she could be terrifying when she was pissed. i took small steps towards her, before she grabbed me by the back of my neck.

my eyes widened as she pulled me into a kiss. my face flushed a deep crimson as she bit my lip harshly. i was used to rhea being a bit rough, but i couldn't help but be surprised when i felt a sharp, burning pain on my lip, and blood trickled from my lip onto her own.

she pulled back, rubbing her thumb over my bottom lip, smudging the blood on my lips. she licked the blood of her lips, her eyes filled with anger and lust. almost as a warning of what was to come if i didn't obey her.

"take your clothes off." rhea demanded. my eyes widened. we had never done anything like this in such a public place, nevermind outside our bedroom. even if it was her dressing room, we both knew that her coach would be in here any minute now to reprimand her.

"rhea you can't be seri-"

"off. now."

i looked down, it was clear i wasn't gonna get a word in. "but-"

she grabbed me roughly. "y/n, im not in the fucking mood right now for your bratty shit. just do as i say, now take. it. off." i knew i should be scared of her, but the wetness in my panties were telling me otherwise.

i knew i shouldn't tease her, but i couldn't help myself. i turned my head to the side and crossed my arms.

"no."

rhea's eyes turned a dark shade of red, she growled. "what the hell do you mean, 'no'?!" she yelled. my eyes widened at her tone, gosh she was such a turn on when she was angry.

"i said no! i don't wanna, i wanna finish watching the fight." i huffed, before sitting down on a nearby couch, ignoring rhea entirely. i could practically feel her staring at the back of my head, her eyes like lazers.

i heard her breathing increase, i was surprised steam wasn't coming out of her ears. i knew she wasn't gonna let this behavior slide, and that only excited me more.

i heard rhea walk out, slamming the door behind her. she was pissed.

by the time we got back into her car to leave, rhea couldn't keep her eyes off of me, she was practically begging for my attention, and i didn't listen to her.

"y/n. look at me." she demanded, she was still pissed about her fight, and even more pissed that i wasn't paying her any mind.

"you know what? okay." that was all rhea said. my eyes widened and i looked at her, but rhea was already pulling out of the parking space.

did i fuck up? no.

i looked at the smirk that adorned her face, she had something planned, and i was completely unprepared.

the second we got back to her apartment, she pushed me up against the wall and gripped my hair, pulling my head to look at her. she gripped me tight, i winced in pain, her large hand was a blessing and a cruse. i felt her hand unbuckle my belt and unzipping my jeans. she roughly stuck her hands into my jeans, her large, calloused fingers tracing me through my panties.

i let out a shaky breath. "rhea..." i whined, i couldn't ignore her when her hands were on me, it was impossible.

"shut the fuck up." rhea glared at me. "you wanted to be a fucking brat? i'll treat you like a brat." she scoffed, a smirk played at her lips. if i weren't so turned on i probably would have punched her.

she wrapped her large hands around my waist, and picked me up like i weighed nothing. she threw me over the shoulder and took me to our bedroom.

she pushed me into the room, standing me in front of the large closet mirror.

"look at me." her voice caught me off guard and my eyes caught hers in the mirror, i felt a shiver run down my back as she glared at me.

she smirked, and started unbuckling my jeans, pulling them down roughly. they pooled at my feet as she forced a hand in my underwear, her calloused fingers running over my slit.

"god, fucking slut..." she cooed. i closed my eyes, and she bit my ear roughly. "you've been acting like such a bitch all day, you wanted this didn't you?"

i looked at her in the mirror, pleading for her to touch me. every touch of hers felt like heaven, and i needed more.

she scoffed. "what do you want?" she raised her chin up, tilting her head. god, i loved when she did that.

my words caught in my throat, i felt her thumb slowly graze my skin, and I felt my knees become weak.

"use your words." her voice was husky and demanding.

"i... i..." my words didn't seem to want to come out of my mouth.

rhea began to get frustrated, she pulled her hand out of my underwear, and gripped my waist, pulling it towards her. she roughly pushed me against the mirror, her hands the only things holding me up as my cheek smushed against the glass.

my heavy breath fogged up the mirror, as I looked back towards rhea, whos grinded her hips against me. "tell me what you want." she repeated, her hand inching up my shirt before roughly gripping one of my breasts.

i let out a surprised yelp. "rhea... i... i want you... please..." i begged, my voice was hoarse and whiny, i wasn't proud of it but at this point i couldn't care less.

"im pissed, y/n." she growled. "i wanted you to help me, and instead you gave me back talk then completely ignored me. do you really expect me to touch you?" she said, her voice was mocking, i could practically hear her smirk.

i should be mad, but i couldn't help the wet spot that formed on my underwear.

rhea let out a groan of frustration, sitting on the bed. she was manspreading as she glared at me, leaning back on her arms.

"so do it yourself."

my breath hitched at her words. "rhea... please i can't-"

"do it. you really wanna keep pissing me off?" she threatened.

i let out a small sigh, my eyes glazed over. she pulled me down on her leg, looking up at me.

i bit my lip, looking at her. her words repeated in my head

do you really wanna keep pissing me off?

my cooter wooter ached at her words. i moved my hips, moving them back and forth on her thigh.

i bit my lip and let out a soft moan.

she sat there watching me, clearly amused by the predicament she put me in.

I held onto her shoulders, rutting my hips on her thigh, the feeling of her denim jeans drove me crazy. god, and that look in her eye. it made me feel so powerless.

i felt that familiar knot in my stomach, i hid my face in the nook of her neck. i rocked my hips, they began to ache as i tried to chase my high.

"rhea... please... im so close... im gonna-" i was suddenly knocked off balance by rhea bouncing her leg, my orgasm fading away from me.

"i don't think you deserve it." rhea said, glaring at me.

i looked up at her, my lip trembling. "rhea please... i'll do anything!" i cried into her chest.

rhea sighed, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from her back pocket and lighting it, she took a drag and blew it in my face, her black lipstick staining the paper casing.

"go get it." she said, before taking another drag, the tip of the cigarette lighting a bright red as she did.

i felt relief at those words, was she gonna finally give me what i wanted?

i got up from her lap, my legs shaky from my previous denial, my core still aching from the loss. i opened the closet, and picked up a box. i opened it, pulling out a large, black, 7inch strap-on.

i practically drooled at the thought of rhea ruining me with it.

i walked back over to her, she snatched it out of my hand, before pulling down her jeans, she put it on and looked at me.

she grabbed me by my hair, pushing me down between her legs. she pushed it against my lips, practically growling at me.

"suck it."

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i cant finish this just take this i dont know if it's good or not so erm!

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[welcometomyfuneral]

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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[itsrheasgirl]

FORBIDDEN LOVE - PART 5

The Forbidden Love series follows a relationship between Rhea x Reader.

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The Reader has a strong friendship with Liv Morgan.

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Liv is in love with The Reader but hasn’t told them.

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fem!reader - rhea x reader.

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The door opened slowly as the convocation on the other side continued, the flutter of panic that resinated in your chest softened slightly as your gaze fell on Bianca Belair. A small sigh of relief parted your lips as your demeanor began to relax, a quick flash of a smile to Bianca caused her to return the soft grin. You couldn’t completely relax, whoever Bianca was talking to was about to walk through that door.. or so you thought. You watched as the door remained empty until it closed with a soft click, Bianca’s gaze flitting back and forth between you and Rhea before her lips pursed in question.

“You two okay?”

You weren’t even able to answer before Rhea spoke up.

“Yep.”

She snipped, coughing to clear her throat. Rhea’s gaze shifting to you swiftly as she stepped past Bianca, her dark lips curving into a cheeky grin as she shot you a wink before heading in the direction of the door. She really was testing you with all her little flirtations, was she simply playing with you or did last nights kiss mean something? Your lips accept the coy simper that claimed them, grateful for the fact Rhea had spoken up for you both. The less people that saw the two of you together the better, neither of you wanted your alone time getting back to Liv again.

“Oh.. o-kay.” Bianca quipped.

You allow a small laugh at the slight confusion on Bianca’s face, unable to stop the grin that plastered itself across your features as you try your best not to stare at Rhea’s ass as she heads towards the door, instead you turn round abruptly and plop back down in the chair you’d been waiting in only moments before. It was nearly match time and that’s where your focus needed to be.

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She’s got this, she’s got this. Your subconscious repeated over and over as your heart rose in your throat, your stomach churning into knots as the tips of your fingers turned white from the monstrous grip you had on Priest’s forearm. Rhea had worked so hard over the passing months to prove herself, to show she deserved the title of women’s smackdown champion and to defeat Charlotte Flair at WrestleMania 39. Your palms beginning to sweat as Rhea’s final pin gave her victory.

You’re on your feet faster than most, the green room erupting with sound— Rhea’s name being chanted over and over by the crowd outside as the fellow members of the Judgement Day stood to cheer along side you.

“She did it! She won!”

Your arms flung around Priest’s waist as he stood beside you, the fear of her failure washing away as it sunk in. Rhea had gone and won the women’s smackdown championship title. She’d actually done it. Priest let out a throaty chuckle as he embraced you in a tight hug, a soft groan echoing from your chest as he squeezed you tighter.

“Okay…. Priest… can’t breathe.”

He released you instantly with another chuckle, his palm rubbing the top of your head and causing the soft curls that fell about your features to tangle.

“Yooo, not cool.”

You grumbled, folding your forearms across you’re chest and pouting your lips.

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You weren’t sure how much time had passed, you hadn’t taken your eyes off the screen, watching as the woman you cared for so deeply raised the championship belt above her head. The sound of the crowd could be heard through the entire arena, you couldn’t even begin to imagine the high Rhea found herself on but the joy in her ocean eyes was all you’d needed to feel it.

“Y/N, she’s coming.”

Priest shouted, your gaze finally leaving the tv to meet his. You wanted to be the first person she saw, for her to see the excitement on your face and for her to know just how proud of her you were, but you couldn’t do what you truly wanted. To give Rhea what she’d started the night before, a kiss filled with so much desire that you would have felt like the only people in the room.

You made your way over to Priest’s side, standing slightly behind him as you scooped your arm around his, patiently waiting for Rhea’s arrival. You were nervous, you couldn’t begin to think why. The match had ended just as you’d all wanted, Rhea Ripley was the new women’s smackdown champion. You could still hear the loud cheers of the crowd, no sign of it stopping. Had she even left the ring? Inhaling a small breath, you peek around Priest’s god like frame in attempts to see if you could peer through the black curtains that hung between the back stage and the arena. It was in that moment the curtains swung back to reveal a very ecstatic Rhea, her palm clutching tightly to her title belt.

You are the first person her gaze falls on as you step out from behind Priest’s gigantic frame, your eyes glistening with pride as she simply smiles at you. The sounds of her fellow wrestlers calling her name pulled her attention from you and your features falter, of course they were priority. As everyone began to crowd around Rhea you shuffle your way out through the mass of taller and muscular humans. Letting them surround their new champion, you swallow back your disappointment. You still hadn’t heard from Liv, maybe you could just return to the hotel and finally get that sleep you’d missed out on last night.

Hooking your thumbs into the front pockets of your jeans, you exhale a shallow breath. Weaving through the mass of people that continued to swarm in Rhea’s direction. She’d taken the women’s smackdown championship from fourteen time winner Charlotte Flair, how could people not want to congratulate her. You’d finally cleared the crowd, the exit in sight when you’re forced to come to a halt.

“Y/N!”

You stop in your tracks when you hear your name, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you turn to come face to face with Rhea. She was slightly out of breath, sweat clung to her skin, her black lipstick was smeared and yet she still looked breathtaking to you.

“Hey superstar.”

The smile that already claimed Rhea’s lips turned into a wider grin, a soft bubble of laughter breaking from her throat as she took in your words.

“And where do you think you’re going?”

She questioned, the authoritative tone in her voice causing you to nibble at the corner of your lip as you staggered to inhale a breath.

“Um— nowhere?”

She leaned in slightly, the warmth of her breath against the shell of your earlobe causing your palms to tremor. Her words were soft and almost whispered, heated against your ear as her free palm stretched out to rest upon your hip.

“My rental is in the parking lot.”

She didn’t pull back, her thumb grazing against the exposed flesh of your hipbone as you felt your temperature rise. Your heartbeat increasing and your palms beginning to sweat.

“Keys are in my bag.”

Her words were as soft as a kittens purr, her breath tickling against your ear and the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end.

“Wait for me?”

She slipped past you without another word, giving you no chance to respond. Your exposed midriff was pimpled with goosebumps, the spot where her fingertips had danced tingling like fire and ice. Your eyes scan round the room to make sure no one had witnessed what just happened, glancing back to catch sight of Rhea as she disappeared to greet the line of awaiting reporters and interviews. She was the champ after all and duty called.

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[smartycvnt]

Big Fight Feel

Pairing: Charlotte Flair x Reader Prompt: "I've got you."

"This is a pretty big night," Charlotte said as she helped you tape up your hands and wrists. You watched as her fingers delicately moved along your skin, as if she wanted to get one last feel of your hands before they were covered up. Charlotte was right about tonight, it was arguably the biggest of your career. Whether or not you were used for big matches hinged on tonight. If you could go out there and put on a kickass performance, then you'd get more shots down the line. You'd get another shot at the Smackdown Women's Championship, most likely taking it off of the waist of the woman currently tending to you.

"Don't be like that." You ducked your head down a little to meet Charlotte's gaze. She took a deep breath in a vain attempt to relax, but she couldn't. You hadn't been used very consistently before, but you were good. Ronda needed a match with somebody who didn't move like a wrestler, and that was you. Like Ronda, you had an MMA background, but you had integrated wrestling into your style a lot easier than she had. Tonight wasn't going to be a normal match for you, this had a "big fight feel" to it. "I'm going to be fine out there, trust me."

"I trust you, I do," Charlotte promised. She finished wrapping your hands as a PA came up to tell you it was almost time for you to go out there. Charlotte gave you a chaste kiss, careful not to mess up her makeup. You sent her one more reassuring smile before you went out to the almost overwhelming applause from the crowd. You weren't as much of a beloved underdog as Liv had been, but a good portion of the WWE Universe believed that it was your time to shine. Keeping as much of your heel persona as you could, you made your way down to the ring, but you knew that if anybody took a second look at you, they'd be able to see how emotional this was already making you.

All of that faded away when Ronda's music hit. She made her way down to the ring, and you knew that it was time for business. The ring announcer went through all the formalities of a championship match, and then the bell rang to signal the start. Ronda approached this like a UFC fight, even extending her hand towards you as a sign of respect. You returned it, and despite wanting to pull her in and try to throw her, you let go. The crowd seemed apprehensive about what was happening, but once the action started they got into it. Ronda had talked about wanting a real fight for her championship, and you were going to be the one to give it to her.

The two of you traded blows with each other as you moved around the ring. Ronda managed to knock the wind out of you a couple of times, but you always kept your arms close to your body. You had a bit of strength and power on her, but you couldn't refute her skill. Every hit she gave you was returned, and you saw an opening for a big move. It had been agreed early on in the feud backstage that when this match came, Ronda would do her best to make you look good. She had taken a pretty good beating so far, and this was going to be your last hurrah before she'd make her attempt to get you into the arm bar. You gave a little nod to the cameras, knowing that Charlotte would take that as her cue to be ready to sprint to the ring.

"Uh oh, Y/n's going up top. We don't see this very often ladies and gentlemen," Michael Cole said. You stood up on the top turnbuckle and turned around for the moonsault. After a deep breath, you jumped. The world seemed to move in slow motion as you moved through the air, but once you hit Ronda's body, everything sped up again. You tried to go in for the pin, but Ronda snagged your arm and wrestled you into position for the real finish. With the first wretch of your arm from Ronda, Charlotte's music hit. You could see the head of blonde hair as Charlotte ran towards the ring and slid inside. She crashed into both you and Ronda, and thanks to your leg kicks earlier in the match, easily got Ronda into the Figure 8. You were laying on the outside of the ring, trying to pull yourself up onto your feet with the announce desk as Ronda tapped out. Charlotte quickly got out of the ring once she released the hold, grabbed the championship, and ran backstage to wait for you.

"Are you okay?" Charlotte asked the second she saw you. The title was sitting on top of a crate behind her, completely forgotten about for the time being. Charlotte looked anxious, like she had been terrified throughout your match. "I don't see any blood, but you those kidney shots looked pretty bad."

"I'm fine," you reassured her. Charlotte nodded, but you could tell that she didn't completely believe you. You framed her face with your hands as you leaned forward, pressing your forehead against hers. "Look at me Char, I'm fine. I am right here, a little sore, but very safely in your arms."

"I've got you," she told herself. You cracked a small smile as you nodded in confirmation.

"Come on, we've got a meeting. You did steal my championship after all," you said, somewhat jokingly. Charlotte grabbed the title and slung it around her shoulder so that it wasn't in the way as she put one arm under yours to help support you. You didn't need the help getting around, but you still appreciated it. Besides, you knew that it made Charlotte feel better after having watched you put your body through hell.

#wwe imagine #wwe imagines #wwe x reader #wwe #charlotte flair imagines #charlotte flair imagine #charlotte flair x reader #charlotte flair

[kolakoke]

Imagine you and solo being best friends since y’all was 2 and was almost identical when it came to things you wanted too when you grew up so both of y’all trained together, debut on nxt together and and both got drafted up to smack down at the same time (together as a tag team I might add) but one thing u both didn’t do was join the bloodline. You saw how Roman treated them and u weren’t going for it but solo said “they my family I’m supposed to be there for them” and you had no right to be mad at that so u told him he could go while you did ur own thing he was hesitant at first but agreed as long as nothing get in between y’all’s “friendship” (acting like u don’t like him 😤).

Thinking about the time were Paul, jimmy and jey was talking about how Sami, Kevin and Matt humiliated there family, paul says “and think about what Y/N thinking right now-.” Solo puts his hand on Paul, stopping him from talking “don’t put her name in your mouth again” solo says while paul nods getting the message “and tell Roman, I got this” and walks away.

You finally get a shot at the smack down women’s championship title at wrestlemania backlash and solo being so happy and proud of you cause u proved to everyone that u didn’t need anyone to get to where you are now (loving him so much right now omg🤭). You being the first one to make THE Charlotte Flair (personally don’t like saying rhea loses her title anyways🙄) tap out after having her in a black widow for 5-6 minutes straight. As soon as you were given the title and was on the top rope holding it up fireworks going off and everything, solos music hits which surprised you since you thought that he would be getting ready for Roman’s match later on, runs up and hugs you, congratulating you and if people didn’t know better (they don’t) they would be saying you and solo were dating (cue the ship edits)

Him doing the interview above and they mention you and he starts smiling and telling them how y’all met when y’all was little (they didn’t know he would go into detail about it) and he’s just smiling the entire time he talks about u🤭❤️

(If you didn’t know that’s the black widow)

#Should I do a part to childhood bestfriend!solo? #solo sikoa #solo sikoa x reader #🤭 #Nikki’s thoughts❤️💛

[qosbaez]

Charlynch Masterlist

a - angst. s - smut. f - fluff. etl - enemies to lovers.

Notes (f)

#wwe #wwe imagine #wwe fanfiction #wwe raw #wwe smackdown #charlotte flair #becky lynch x charlotte flair #queen charlotte #charlotte #charlynch #becky lynch #the man