#mjf x you

[the-hanged-lover]

dirt sheets galore // mjf

summary: the wwe women’s champion dating the devil of aew? you bet the dirt sheets loved this one.

warnings: swearing

type: drabble

“Oh, oh! Look at this one.” Dragging his finger across your laptop screen, Max underlined a sentence. “Get a load of this shit.” He cleared his throat dramatically, but Max couldn’t even start his sentence before bursting out laughing.

The two of you both broke into a laughing fit. This article had to be one of the funniest things you had read all week—all month, probably.

“Holy shit,” you giggled, wiping a tear forming in your eye. “This is great.”

“Absolutely,” Max agreed through his laugher. Taking a breath and calming down, he added, “They really don’t have anything better to do.” Wasn’t a question, but a statement.

You shrugged. “Guess not. This is insufferable.”

The topic of your relationship with MJF had been all the wrestling world could talk about. All the gossip had completely overshadowed your win of the Women’s Championship. In fact, it seemed as if your relationship to Maxwell was a bigger accomplishment to these people than your victory.

You’d be mad, but it gave you situations like these; where you sat next to Max on your bed and read through articles written by people who totally knew the ins and outs of your relationship.

”Well, that was fun,” you said, closing your laptop, “but I think I’d like to keep at least some of my braincells.”

Max raised a brow. “You still have some after reading that?”

“Somehow.”

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[majesticwren]

being in love with MJF headcanons:

✨friends to lovers✨ dynamic - may you be aware of it or completely oblivious just as Max is, this thing would be going on from and for forever. slow burning, pining and bittersweet. you'd possibly be childhood friends. the kind of friends that met by chance, maybe during a class assignment or at a b-day party, and just stuck together. but you might as well have met recently, the bond between the two of you would be the same.

you'd be the kind of friends that finish each other sentences as you speak.

you'd order each other food just because you know exactly each other taste.

one of you would message or call at the same time as the other is checking their phone only because you tend to think about the other, or miss them, at the same time.

no one ever wants to play the mr & mrs game with you because you two are annoyingly unbeatable. and you always team up. like always. even when you are with someone else.

you rock at giving each other the best presents. birthdays, christmas/hanukkah, random events, they are perfect every time. there's no competition. if you had been involved with someone else at the time, this particular event had caused problems in the relationship. no partner likes to be outshined by the person who is supposed to be "just a friend".

on this note, in his private life, Max is absolutely terrible at remembering dates, events or even appointments. unless it involves you. not that he had been involved much, but when he had been, something like this would never be easily forgotten or ignored by his partners.

you spend so much time together. like an impossible amount of time. you are so used to it that you move around each other's houses like it's your own. not only that, in each other house you've got a spare toothbrush, phone charger, some clothes and your favourite pillow - just in case. you've got each other spare key and the freedom to drop unattended.

you are so used to spending time together being apart for more than a few days is painful.

and with Maxwell's job happens often.

but you get invited to follow him as often as possible.

you are his number one supporter, of course, always. and you must enjoy wrestling just as much as Max does. you have to be careful saying you've got other favourite wrestlers though, especially if they are Max's colleagues in AEW because he can be jealous.

he is jealous regardless.

never once he liked one of your partners and every time it wouldn't work out he would arrogantly say "I told you so", offering one of his cocky smiles, never realising no relationship ever worked for either of you because you were basically involved with each other.

see the thing is, Max is completely emotionally unavailable. He is totally terrified of getting attached to people, which makes him a prime example of the avoidant type - which makes him a walking red flag.

he stuck with you though.

your friends don't like him. they know your relationship with the guy isn't healthy but trying to get you away from Max is impossible.

his friends, instead, adore you just cause they can tell what you mean to him. but getting him to realise as well is impossible - he's just dumb and blind.

and it goes without saying you are basically part of each other's families.

it's tradition for you to spend the holidays with Max's family and more often than not, whenever there's a family gathering, you are also invited.

he has definitely brought you as his plus one at more than one wedding or bar mitzvah.

ever since you danced to fallingforyou, by the 1975, that has become your song. you both listen to it thinking about each other. but you're just friends.

everyone knows you are completely and desperately in love with each other, but you got so good at pretending you were only friends you had no ears for any of it. both of you.

you'd be the kind of friends that are actually a couple in everything but the sexual aspect of things.

he is that kind of guy. he likes to fuck around without getting involved. that's the way he likes it. every relationship he had has been brief and without strings.

that's the way he feels safe and in control.

you know well about all of his conquests and are extremely good at hiding how much it hurts that his choice, in the end, is never you. you are only friends after all.

he doesn't consider the possibility of being attracted to you. not because he is totally unaware of the fact that deep down he is, but because getting there with you would possibly mean ruining what you have.

as already noted, he is big, dumb and blind.

he'd never admit what he feels for you because the fear of being rejected petrifies him.

and you wouldn't do anything to change it either because of a similar fear. to lose him would mean to lose your sun.

you are the kind of friends that hold hands and cuddles, even in public. Max often has his arm around your shoulders and you, naturally, have your hand in the back pocket of his pants. in crowded places, where sits run low, you sit on his lap with ease and zero embarrassments.

you are even used to kissing each other on the lips. not so regularly to be something you are used to, but it is not uncommon either.

you had never fully made out though, that falls into sexual stuff.

you don't do it often. it's generally more of a goodbye thing you do when you know you won't see each other for a long time - just in case.

it all started as a bet someone had thrown and both of you were so stubborn to prove to be just friends you did, in fact, kiss.

And then you kept doing it. softly though, like keeping a secret.

deep down you both know it means something. it leaves behind an undertone of guilt and desire that you both can't shake.

but you are just friends.

a/n1: these headcanons are g/n and can suit anyone. it is absolutely compatible with mjfxadam cole if you like. because it's so totally canon you can't tell me otherwise but i've decided to focus on mjfxyou in general.

a/n2: i've dreamed about mjf and this dynamic last night and couldn't take it out my fucking mind all day. had to write it down. I can't afford to fall into another fanfic - even when this could totally be one and I am cheeky and I've left out all the best parts - but I also do not have time to throw myself into another project and I'm notorious for struggling finishing fics :')

a/n3: don't ask me what this brainrot is. I do not know. don't hold me accountable. sorry about the typos. as I said my brain is rotting away. bye ✨

a/n4: i've fallen into another fic - this is now happening, find it here

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[dirtywrestling]

Can I request a MJF X Female Reader where they are Mixed Tag Team Partners for a Tournament in AEW. He’s an Asshole, She a sweetheart and loves to annoy him. They go on to win the tournament and the Mix Tag Team Championships for the tournament and he kisses her roughly in the ring as they celebrate with The Pinnacle and she ends up joining as the only female on the team?

Pairing: MJF x Female!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Blog, Kissing

Commission Requests: Closed!

Imagine Requests: Open!

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You inhaled and puffed out the air right when it entered your lungs, trying to calm your breathing down as you stared at MJF across the ring. He was fed up with your annoying games, this time you really had done it.

MJF was getting his ass beat and once he rolled by your corner your quickly tagged in making him glare at you that he didn't need saving. You thought other wise.

Knocking Britt Baker out with a running knee she quickly fell and you covered her for the pin. Adam in the other corner yelled at Britt to kick out but the bell rang singing your victory.

"Why'd you tag me out?"

"Why does it matter? We won!" You exclaimed grabbing the championship from the ref as he handed MJF his. MJF snagged it from the ref's hand and tossed it to the ground glaring at you.

"MJF?" You frowned as he approached you.

MJF's hard gaze was still on you as you weren't able to move, too scared that you really fucked it up this time and he was going to yell at you. Feeling his hands cupping your cheeks you squinted at him only for you eyes to widen at his lips pressing against yours.

MJF's lips moved roughly against yours, his tongue licking your bottom lip for access to taste you. Moaning softly as his tongue slipped in between your lips and exploring your mouth you both pulled away. "What the hell." You said in a whisper.

MJF smirked down at you. You looked behind him realizing that the Pinnacle group was now behind MJF. "What's going on?" You asked in a slight daze.

"I want you to be with me, as my girl and the only girl in my group."

You smiled up at him and nodded. "I will, I will be your girl."

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[dirtywresling102]

So I know this is a bit of a odd combo, but could you do a Cash Wheeler x Hook x Christian Cage x MJF x Female!Reader where they’re all a mixed faction, but these men are also all fighting for the reader constantly? I actually really love these four and I’d love to see what happens when they’re all paired together

Pairing: Cash Wheeler x Hook x Female!Reader x Christian Cage x MJF

Warnings: Men fighting over their same crush, cussing, slight obsession towards reader, bets placed about sex

Imagine Requests: Open!

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"You think she likes you? Ha!" MJF laughed in Hooks face as Hook stood there with no emotion showing what so ever. "Kid, she runs from your goofy ass hair style."

"And like you don't have a goofy ass hair style?" Christian chuckled as he tightens his boots up for the night. They were getting ready to do a promo with you which started soon.

"Yeah, Christian and I are the only ones who have a decent cut, you both look like clowns." Cash laughed, shaking his head with a smile.

"Shut up, doesn't mean Y/N likes old geezers." MJF snapped towards the two older men. "Maybe she wants them young, like me."

"I'm pretty sure I'm younger than you." Hook raised his eyebrow.

"Maybe she likes them older." Cash grinned widely, clasping a hand over Christian's back.

"Yeah!" Christian agreed.

"I bet I can get her to kiss me first!" Hook blurted out making everyone stop and stare at him. Hook bit the inside of his cheek not knowing what to say.

"Oh yeah?" MJF stood tall in front of Hook, chewing his gum and smirking. "I bet I can get her to suck my dick first." MJF raised his eyebrow in a devilish way.

Christian and Cash shared a look, not saying anything. "I bet I can get her on my dick first." Christian engaged.

"I bet I can-"

You walked through the door making all the men shutting their mouths. "You bet you can what?" You laughed, raising your eyebrow to Cash who's face became bright red. "Woah," You looked around, noticing the mood changing. "Did I kill the mood?"

All the men exhaled a breath as they knew you had no idea they were making sexual bets against you. "Nothing." Cash nervously chuckled and scratched the back of his head.

"Whatever you weirdos, the promo starts in ten, meet me in catering." You waved them goodbye and left the room.

"Way to almost ruin our bets." MJF rolled his eyes towards Cash.

"I bet I can get her to come on my tongue and fingers first." Cash smirked darkly.

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[kithes4yuta]

A/N: Hello!! Sorry for such a long hiatus, i have been suuuuper busy !! BUT I am back now :D.

Pairing: MJF X you!!!

CW: None.

Max had just retained, his small smirk assuring you he was kind of okay. His chest heaves as he tries to regain himself, hell you would too if you went a hour and some change with Bryan!

About five to seven minutes later he arrived into the left side of the tunnel, you awaiting him. A smile platers its way onto your face as you see that Maxwell is okay, you open your mouth to speak but he pulls you into a kiss, silencing you in his own way.

The kiss is sweet, mainly because of the fact that he never kisses you like that. Well not in a space like this, never in a spot like this. You smile into the kiss as your emotions start to bubble up. Max was the first to pull away from the show of affection, he puts his hands on your cheeks as he presses his forehead against yours.

"I did it. I got the Triple B and the hottest fuckin' girl ever." He mutters out as he starts to pull his body away from yours, the sweat beading off his forehead from the arena heat.

"Come on, you need a shower."

"Shut up, you ruined the moment."

#mjf #mjf x reader #aew imagine #aew x you #mjf x you

[plentyoffandoms]

Day 21 🎃 Nipple Play & Praise Kink

MJF x f/Reader (18+)

Requested by @biforrollynch

Warnings: Some swearing. Descriptive sexual acts. Minors do not read. Unprotected sex. NSFW under the cut

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs and photos do not belong to me.

I hope you like it.

MJF's POV:

My hands are gripping her hips tightly. My head is flung back against the headboard as she is slowly riding me.

She is moving so slow, that it feels like torture but I can't ask her to go faster or YN will fucking stop and I do not want that.

Not when her pussy is hugging my cock just right. Clenching here and there, making me choke out her name whenever she tells me how well I am doing.

"You're so big Max. You close baby?" I nodded my head yes as I was hopping she would just let me fuck her how I want too.

"Hold off for me baby and you will get a special treat?" That had my attention, but then she did something that had me teetering even closer to the edge than I already am.

She started to play with my nipples. I whined when I felt her tongue start to flick and lick on one and her hand played with the other one.

I gasped when she blew on my wet nipple and she just smiled. "I can feel you twitching baby. You are doing so well. Just hold off for a bit longer. You can do that for me can't you?"

I was about to answer when she leaned down once more and bit my other nipple. My hips bucked up and the two of us moaned.

"Now now Max, that wasn't really nice. I think I have to stop." YN made a show of trying to get off of me.

"No please. Need you to stay. Need to cum. Need you." I was a mess as I begged her.

"Then fuck me how you want to fuck me Max and cum for me." I broke.

I flipped us over and I practically rutted into her as I chased my high. I went from barely pulling out of her soaked heat to slamming into her over and over again.

"Max, just like that. Fuck, fuck MAX." YN screamed out my name as I fucked her throw her orgasm. I was close. So very close, but I just needed that push.

YN bit down hard on my nipple and I cried out her name as I came deep inside of her. My eyes closed, my mouth hanging open as I came.

With a shaky breath, I pulled out of her and collapsed on the bed next to her, pulling her into my arms as she snuggled into me.

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[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Can you do a MJF x reader with the readers sister dating Hook, and that’s how the reader meets MJF

The Devil Himself

Main Masterlist MJF Masterlist

“Y/n, come on don’t you want to meet Hook!” My sister Stacy yelled across the room. She mentioned that she started dating a wrestler by the name of Hook. I thought the name was interesting but assumed he must not be too popular since I had never heard of him before. Hook gave Stacy two backstage passes for the Dynamite show that just so happened to be in our home town. She insisted that I join her since I knew more about wrestling than her. As we walked in the arena we were greeted with many different people, some nice others not. I got to meet Hook and he seemed like a pretty nice guy. He was showing us around the arena, explaining how everything worked when we ran into the world champion MJF. 

“Woah woah woah, who is this fine babe you brought along with you Hook?” MJF yelled across the hall. 

All of us turned, unsure who he was talking about. He walked up to us and reached his hand out. 

“The names MJF, that’s Maxwell Jacob Friedman to you malady” He said in a cocky way 

“Y/n, nice to meet you Maxwell” I responded shaking his hand 

“Hot as hell and has manors, dam. Well you should know that I’m the top guy around here, everyone loves me.” Maxwell said, cocky as ever. Then he took his phone out of his pocket and handed it to me “Here, put your number in here” I put my number in his phone before handing it back to him. 

“Later losers” Max yelled before leaving. 

“What the fuck was that” 

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[mjfsupremacy]

The Cat Distribution System

MJF x Reader SMAU - Part 1

Masterlist

A/N: THANK YOU SM FOR READING!

I am currently editing the format to all the parts available (which you can find on my masterlist linked above) because I've been so excited pushing these out and I want them to look a bit more cohesive.

This was my first time doing an AU like this and I cannot tell you how grateful I am that you are all having as much fun with these as I am!

ENJOY!

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[seeingstarks]

no one better than you baby

summary : you're in a moral dilemma on whether or not you should help adam turn on maxwell or the other way around. pairing : mjf x adam cole x afab!reader (use of wrestler names) cw : walked in on while getting dressed, angst if you squint, mention of anxiety, sexual suggestions, french-kissing, arm/ab touching, nicknames like babe/babygirl, basically wrestling fluff with a dash of smut! a/n : reblogs are very much appreciated! had this in the drafts for a week or so and finally had the inspo to finish it! enjoy! 💙 word count : 1,425 words tag list: @adamjf @josiewrites

"adam, no, we can't." you pleaded while looking over into his icy blue eyes contemplating on whether or not tonight was the night to help adam turn on maxwell.

you'd been his valet ever since undisputed era and glued to his hip however found yourself wandering after making the move to all elite. maxwell was an asshole and nothing but, he seemed like a changed man when better than you bay bay became a thing.

adam kept the good guy act up for the cameras but he'd secretly been pitching ideas to you for weeks. little did he know that the devil himself caught your eye more than once and you'd been sneaking off to tell him of adam's plans. the devil was always one step ahead but with your help he'd be two steps further.

everything went according to plan except when stepping foot into your private locker room away from the two men you trusted most in your life, one as a brother and the other as a sort of school-girl crush. surely everyone in their right mind had to be head over heels for the maxwell jacob friedman.

with a soft sigh, you took a seat infront of your cheap vanity. it was nothing much just a re-furnished shelf painted your favorite color, a few lights adorning the top and a mirror propped up against it with makeup scattered about.

however one thing was out of place.. or rather wasn't there to begin with. you picked up the small black box and gave it a slight shake, wondering what it contained inside. you should've known the gift was from maxwell when pulling at the burberry ribbon and revealing the contents inside to be a ring in just your size.

taking the shiny object out of the box, your eyes sparkled from the reflection off the lights and pure wonder of how much it cost, had to be a fortune. it looked exactly like his dynamite diamond ring only perfect for your finger.

you slid the ring on and smiled seeing your reflection in the mirror, of course it suited you well. once getting up from the seat, you had noticed a neatly folded piece of paper on the ground that must've fallen from the box.

inside read, "thought of you when i found this. the only person prettier and better than any diamond is you, baby. maybe you could use it against adam tonight?"

a slight warmth grew on your cheeks when reading the words, maxwell never called you pretty to your face. only things like baby, toots, or beautiful.. but you only took it as a joke in passing. there was this one time he called you babygirl and you will never let him hear the end of it.

you nearly jumped from your seat when you heard someone knocking at the door, luckily it was just a seamstress dropping off your outfit for the night. ever since maxwell and adam teamed up you had matching gear with them.

throwing off your shorts, you swiftly put on your wrestling bottoms and while whipping your shirt toward whatever corner of the room another knock was heard on the door, "c'mon, i'm just trynna' get dressed here!" you half-yelled with a huff and opened the door realizing you were only wearing a bra once you came face to face with adam.

"oh, uh i'll just wait a few minutes- promise i didn't see anything." you chuckled at adam's response and watched as he shut his eyes.

you went toward a private part of the room and threw your double clothesline shirt on with the matching jacket, "i'm dressed now, mr. undisputed your eyes won't be burned." you gave him a smile.

"so, have you given anymore consideration to helping me turn on maxwell tonight?" adam questioned but you were deep in thought thinking about the devil himself.

adam snapped his fingers infront of you, a sort of way to try and bring you back to reality, "uh, y/n you still there?"

"oh, yeah.. mhm. i've given it some consideration. maybe tonight isn't the right night to turn on him. he's just starting to act like a face.. and well we're trying to get the crowd on his side."

"exactly, y/n. tonight would be the perfect night for it.. but i understand if you're not ready. it's all in your hands." adam looked at you sincerely, you had a lot to consider since both men wanted you to turn on the other one and you hadn't even seen max in person tonight except in passing. whichever choice you made you hoped it wouldn't ruin any friendships.

"i'll make my choice when we go out there, see you in five." you assured as adam soon exited, you took it upon yourself to do the finishing touches on your outfit and makeup.

you dragged your feet against the backstage floor, scrunching your nose up at the sound it made. squeaky.. must've been cleaned recently. a familiar feeling arose in your stomach, that being of anxiety.

you were fast approaching both men and had a very important decision to make, not only for the two you loved most but for a future feud in the company.

with a heavy sigh, you glanced down at your ring finger which was usually not adorned with such a shiny jewel but maxwell had grown on you the past month or so.. and adam he'd been there for all your ups and downs. this moment was more than your personal relationships.. it was about wrestling itself and what the fans wanted but you couldn't bare the thought of hurting maxwell.

or could you? only time would tell.

lights flashed bright, pyro went off, the crowd had been cheering and booing all night and it was finally time for the main event.

mawell's music hit first and then it mashed up with a mix of adam's. then it was your time to shine, you posed with the men as maxwell instinctively wrapped an arm around your waist, adam shooting him a knowing glare. a few rude members of the crowd were cat-calling you so maxwell took it upon himself to flip them off.

you were used to adam being cheered and mawwell always receiving a mix of boos and cheers however since the team up it was the best of both worlds.

you stood at ringside as the match went smoothly, cheering a little more for maxwell over adam and he seemed to take notice when taken advantage of in a shatter machine finisher. whoops.

in the end ftr still won over better than you bay bay despite your efforts of attempting to distract the referee but being careful enough not to get kicked out.

you made your way up the ring steps and hugged it out with both men, adam turning around and telling maxwell to hit him but instead it was you doing the dirty work.

one swift punch to the jaw, ring including left the crowd in gasps. even maxwell looked surprised for a moment or so while resting against the ropes in the corner or the ring.

he smirked deviously before standing up, "knew you'd make the right choice," he lowered his voice so only you could hear, "i see you took my advice now how about let's get outta' here and i take ya' on a proper date, babygirl?"

your eyes met with his chocolate ones, giving a nod. "yes. of course, maxwell. but first-"

before maxwell even had the chance to speak, you wrapped your arms and hand up around his muscly shoulders, dragging the other along his abs.

"don't forget we're in public baby- not that i mind but i don't wanna share you for our first time."

after listening you shushed him with a kissed which he deepened by wrapping his own strong arms around your finger, opening your mouth in response as he shoved his tongue down your throat, causing you to gasp for air.

you snaked your tongue around his, doing the same as a small moan escaped from the man's throat, "mm, babe."

you chuckled as the two of you eventually broke the kiss to catch a breath of air, still holding each other close. the crowd was off the rails already yelling about giving you and maxwell a ship name as you hid your blushing face into his shoulder.

"we're going to make a perfect wrestling couple."

"why just a wrestling couple?" you asked with a smirk.

"touché"

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[darbyallinsskateboard]

Nepotism? Who’s She

 (Pt1/?)

Various Wrestler (WWE, AEW) x Reader

Summary: In which reader is the daughter of the great Edge, but everywhere she goes her achievements are undermined because of her father being the rated r superstar. (There will be slight alters to how scenes actually went down)

Clash At The Castle 3/9/22

Nerves racked the girl's body, tonight she would be debuting on the main roster. with her father, his friend Rey Mysterio and Rey’s son Dominik, after The Judgement Day had betrayed her father, they needed someone to help deal with Rhea, who better then Edge’s own daughter? It did feel weird to be debuting at a pay-per-view but she was excited.

Rey gave the girl a comforting pat on her shoulder, trying to help her calm her nerves, she smiled at the shorter man and gave him a side hug. Rey and Dominiks music played as they stepped out, as did her fathers, they walked down to the ring where the Judgement Day was waiting. Edge slid in first and placed a finger up signaling for the Judgement Day to wait as he was handed a microphone by stage crew, he held it up “Now, this wouldn’t be a fair fight, if we just let Rhea run around rampant, I hope you don’t mind we brought someone along” The Judgement Day stared down the aisle as your entrance blasted, the crowd popped crazily, you’d seen social media, people were contemplating whether you would come to the main roster sooner or later, and here you are.

You slid into the ring, smirking at Rhea, as you pulled your hood down, basically mimicking her debut into The Judgement Day. She looked at you with malice as you slid out of the ring, same with her, the match started, and your boys were off to a great start.

You cheered as Dominik helped your dads secure the win, you slid into the ring and jumped into Dominiks arms, cheering as he held you then placed you down, he then turned to your dads and you watched, unaware to your surroundings from the amount of Adrenaline you had, the next few moments were a blur, you watched Dominik deliver a low blow to your dad and clothesline his, you tried to stop him but suddenly a pair of hands were wrapped around your wrists and a strong figure hovered over yours, another pair of hands directed your head to watch the carnage before you fold, Rhea slid into the ring with two kendo sticks and handed one to Dominik, you screamed and begged him not too, but the two started to launch a brutal assault on your father and Rey. Only when they were satisfied with the shattered kendo sticks that lay all over the mat and the two men who were lying defeated did they stop, and the other men let go of you.

you scurried over to them, checking if they were alright “Consider this a warning to anyone who tries messing with The Judgement Day” Come Damian’s deep voice from the speakers, you glared at them as they stepped out of the ring, you especially stared holes into the back of Dominiks Head as he made his way down the ramp.

Firday Night Smackdown 9/9/22

The next Fridat Night you took the stage, coming down the ramp with a microphone in your hand, you definitely meant business, you slid into the ring and held the microphone up “So, we all saw what happened at the clash of champions, and I don’t mean my awesome debut” I chuckle to myself, the universe pops and I sigh “I don’t know what was going through Dominik’s head, but next time I see him, I wouldn’t mind to whoop some sense into him” You spoke, you raise the microphone again but you are cut off by an ominous vocal as the once bright arena bleeds into purple and black, The Judgement Day step out, Dominik with them “Why don’t you go and say that again” Rhea challenges me, a snarl ever present on her face, I just smirk “I would whack send into Dominik and you know it, Rhea” Rhea’s face forms into a scowl as the judgement day walk down to the ring and close in on me.

Rhea steps in and moves to attack me but I duck her clothes line and slide out the ring, avoiding the boys and jumping over the barricade into the crowd, laughing the whole while, I blow kisses to Rhea and continue until I'm completely gone from the Universes line of sight.

Friday Night Smackdown 15/9/22

Liv Morgan the current Smackdown Women’s Champion is cutting a promo I am scheduled to interrupt, I walk out, my entrance music blaring obnoxiously loud as I enter, a microphone to my mouth “Liv Liv Liv, Little Lost Liv” I sing in a sing song voice skipping down to the ring “Little lost Liv! Is gonna get stripped of that title on her shoulder!” I continue to sing “But Liv probably isn’t up the the challenge” I taunt and she glares at me “I am up to it! you and me right now!” she says and I smirk, the bell rings and I hit her with a super kick, she rebounds off of the ropes and directly into my spear, where I pin her and get the 3 count “No way, did we just see the smackdown womens champion lose her title that quickly?” Michael Cole yells “I mean, thats the perk of having a highly celebrated and famous dad in the WWE” Corey Graves mocks which gets my attention, I slides out with the title belt on my shoulder “I’d like to see you get in the ring and put as much effort as I do!” I growl in his face and he shrinks in his seat.

I walk around and up the Ramp.

I laugh to myself and close my phone.

Omfg that seemed so rushed im sorry, but I hope y’all enjoyed it! but I got more plans that is gonna make this fic JUICY

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[westofessos]

Back to You

A/N: . . . I did a thing. I’ve never posted a fic on here before (if you like sub-par, half-finished, semi-abandoned fics, I’m west_of_westeros on wattpad), and this was written very quickly and very hastily edited so watch out for that. Also I think this is the first time I’ve written anything that wasn’t a character x an OC?? so they very well might be OOC.

Anyway, tell me what you think. Maybe I’ll post more, I don’t know.

Pairing: MJF/Adam Cole

Warnings: None? I mean it’s a bit sad but nothing serious.

Word Count: 1,877

Summary: Adam finally escapes from Roddy and the Kingdom, but is a bit too late. Bullet Club Gold has jumped Max in the ring, and after being ignored and alone for so long, Max believes that Adam no longer loves him.

FOR A FEW SECONDS, MAX THOUGHT HE WAS DYING. For a few seconds, as all four members of Bullet Club Gold kicked and punched and clawed at his defenceless body in the centre of the ring, he thought that this might be it. His whole body was on fire, pain shooting down every limb, down his back. His head ached from the piledriver Jay had given him, and the several following hard kicks from the Gunns.

He couldn’t hear anything. Not the crowd’s horrified shouts, not the sound of fists and boots and chairs hitting skin, not Bullet Club Gold screaming in his face about how he was worthless and useless and Jay is everything you’re not and it’s no wonder Adam left you. Not even his own strained, pathetic yelps of pain.

His eyes were screwed shut, and he felt like he was back in school again, lying helpless on the ground in the hallway as his bullies laid into him. Back when he would just lie down, close his eyes, and pray that it would be over soon. He did the same thing now, just closed his tear-filled eyes and prayed for it to end. He would hate himself for it later, when he remembered how he’d cowered from their blows even though he was outnumbered four to one. This was a moment he would never let himself forget, something he would kick himself over for years to come.

But that was later. Now, all he wanted was for it to end so he could make it to the self-loathing part.

And then it did. The kicking and punching and screaming stopped, and everything quieted. He felt gentle hands on his arms, and a soothing voice spoke to him, though he still couldn’t hear very well. “Max,” the voice said, its tone soothing. He jerked away from the soft touch on his bruising skin, terrified that it was all a trick to get him comfortable, make him feel safe, and then hurt him again. “Max, it’s me. It’s okay. I’m here, they’re not gonna hurt you anymore.”

He opened his teary eyes and was met with a pair of ice blue ones that were filled with concern. Adam, he thought absentmindedly, as the pain began to be too much, Adam came for me.

It was his last thought as he drifted away into unconsciousness.

THERE WAS A HAND CLUTCHING HIS. That was the first and only thought in his head as he finally came to, other than the way his brain seemed to be pounding against his skull. There was a hand clutching his so tight he thought he might lose the feeling in it soon.

When his eyes opened, they were met with walls so white they burned them, and he became suddenly aware of what he was wearing. A thin paper gown, and nothing else. The hospital, he realized. They must’ve really kicked the shit out of me.

“Max?” The same voice from before, and the owner of the hand cutting off his circulation. Adam.

Slowly, he began to remember. They were beating the shit out of me, I thought that was the end, they stopped, and then Adam was there. He knew that it had to have been Adam that stopped them, Adam that saved him. And for a moment, all he felt was a rush of love and relief.

But only for a moment, because other memories came back to him, too. Memories of Adam leaving him to get surgery, only to put it off for weeks to go help Roddy. Memories of Adam not answering his calls, leaving him alone and friendless, leaving him when he needed his help most, all for Roderick fucking Strong, who was clearly playing him.

But maybe Adam didn’t care that Roddy was playing him. Maybe he loved Roddy so much that he was willing to be tricked, to be strung along. Or maybe it was Adam who’d been playing Max. Pretending to be his friend, making him need him, making him love him, only to leave when Max needed him most. Maybe Adam had never loved him at all.

Suddenly, Max was angry. It was Wembley all over again only this time he was sure, sure that, at best, Adam had chosen Roddy over him, and at worst, he’d never cared about him at all. This time, he was sure there would be no reconciliation, no hug, no whispered ‘I love you’s, no shared car ride back to the hotel with their fingers intertwined. This time, it was real.

He tore his hand out of Adam’s grasp and swung his legs over the side of the bed. His clothes were draped over a chair in the corner, and he grabbed them before shoving his legs into his pants. Every bit of motion made the room spin, but he didn’t care. He just had to get out of that room. Away from Adam, away from the memories, away from the ache in his heart, away from all of it.

Adam, confused, rose from the chair he sat in at Max’s bedside and walked around the bed to where he sat. “Max, what’s wrong?”

He didn’t answer Adam’s question, didn’t even acknowledge that he was there. He ripped the hospital gown off of his body and slipped his arms into his shirt. He didn’t bother to do up the buttons before sliding on his shoes and pushing past Adam, making for the door.

“Max, you have a concussion, you can’t leave!” Adam called after him. “Max, come on!”

His fingers had only just brushed the handle on the door when Adam’s wrapped around his wrist, halting his movement. His jaw set, he turned to face the other man. “Let go.” His voice was low, cold, and his eyes didn’t dare meet Adam’s.

“Not until you tell me what’s going on.” The fact that he was pretending not to know made it so much worse.

“You left me.” He ripped his arm away from Adam and shoved him squarely in the chest. Adam’s brows furrowed in confusion as he stumbled backward from the force of it, and his eyes filled to the brim with tears and a profound look of hurt.

Anger surged within him at that look, rising to the surface and exploding out in the way it always used to, before he learned to control it. Before Adam. “When I needed you most, you left me! And it would’ve been fine, I would’ve managed, if you had actually gone to get surgery, if you were actually recovering from your injury. But no, you were with him! You left me for him! You weren’t there when I needed you, you wouldn’t even answer my calls, all because you were with him!”

With him, with him, with him. He couldn’t stop saying it. You left me for him, you care about him, you love him. The jealousy and betrayal consumed him entirely.

His chest heaved, and the room began to tilt again, but he didn’t care. “You never gave a shit about me, did you?” He asked then, his voice lowering to barely above a whisper. “It was always him. You were just fucking with me. I bet the two of you had a real good laugh these past few weeks, watching me getting the shit kicked out of me, getting my belt stolen, being completely alone, didn’t you? Didn’t you?”

By the time he was finished, Adam’s clear blue eyes were filled with tears. “Oh, Max.” He grabbed Max’s hand and held it firm, even when the other man tried to pull away. “Please, just listen to me.”

Even after everything, even as his heart was breaking, he couldn’t say no to Adam’s plea.

When Max didn’t pull back or tell him to go to hell, Adam began. “Yes, I put off my surgery to go help Roddy. I thought he needed me, and remember, you told me to go. When I got there, he gave me all these insane things to do because he was hurt and couldn’t, even though Matt and Mike were there the whole time. Every time I tried to leave, he gave me something else to do under the guise of needing me. But he didn’t need me at all, he was just trying to keep me there, to keep me away from you. I kept trying to call you, but there was no cell service, no internet. I wanted to watch you on Dynamite, but he didn’t even have a TV.

“Max, you were right the whole time. He was faking his injury, he just wanted to make me feel sorry for him. This morning I finally had enough and tried to leave, but he, Matt, and Mike came after me. I had to fight all three of them off, and I probably fucked up my foot even more and I should’ve gone straight to the hospital, but I just wanted to see you.

“So please, please don’t tell me that I don’t care about you when all I have been doing for weeks is trying to get back to you.”

His head screamed at him to leave. To shove Adam to the ground and cut all ties and save himself even more heartbreak, because clearly, clearly he was lying. He had to be. Adam didn’t love Max, he couldn’t. Everyone who had ever claimed to love him had left. No one had ever actually loved him. He was unloveable. Always had been, always would be.

His heart, on the other hand, ached to believe him. To take everything Adam said as the god’s honest truth, and never doubt him again. He had longed to have Adam back for weeks, and all of a sudden he was in front of him again, begging to be taken back.

All I have been doing for weeks is trying to get back to you.

Fuck it. He’d let his fear dictate every decision he ever made in every single relationship he had ever been in. And yeah, it had always turned out to be for the best. Everyone always left him and broke his heart. But fuck it, there was no one he would rather have break his heart than the man standing in front of him. He would let Adam Cole break him and put him back together again a thousand times if it meant they got to spend one more day together.

He pulled his hand out of Adam’s, and for a second, he saw the other man’s heart drop. But only for a second, because soon he was wrapping his arms around Adam and pulling him in for a tight embrace.

Adam was stiff for a moment or two, shocked at the turn of events, but he soon relaxed and returned the hug, winding his arms around Max’s frame and squeezing. Max’s head dropped onto his shoulder, and Adam’s hand found its way to the back of his neck, thumb gently stroking the skin there.

“I love you, Max,” Adam murmured, right next to his ear. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he whispered in return.

Yes, he decided. Another heartbreak would be more than worth it for this.

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[youngbuckisms]

Max isn’t used to friends. He isn’t used to loving people. He’s never had someone actually want to be close to him and spend time with him and help him. He’s never gotten that, because no one wanted to put in the effort of getting to know who Max really was underneath being a scumbag.

Adam being the first person to get close to him in a way that wasn’t just about factions or titles or money probably means so much to Max. He would put himself between a giant of a man who almost choked him out and Adam, while beaten and battered, because Adam has taken a chance and gotten to know him and done so much for and with him that no one else has done without getting paid for it.

Ugh. I love them.

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[ilovebeingintroverted]

@mjfsupremacy hear me out. Crazy girl and Pretty Boy date night this is something she totally would do 🤣🤣🤣

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[dirtywrestling]

Hi could I request a MJF x fem! reader who’s like an alt bimbo who’s a little chubby and short (like 5’2) ? ✨

Pairing: MJF X Chubby!Shot!Female!Reader

Warnings: None really, cuteness? MJF actually being nice

Commissions: Open!

Imagines: Open!

Follow My Side Blog!: @dirtywresling102

There was nothing more you loved than a weekend with no plans. You've been waiting for a weekend like this for a very long time. Your boyfriend Max didn't have any shows, meet and greet appearance or interviews to appear for.

Snack and drinks were laid out in front of the table as you snuggled your short chubby self into the couch. Sure, you could use your gym membership today and be active but you wanted to be indoors and spend time with Max.

Clicking the 'on' button to your console controller you made face as your X-box wouldn't turn on. Repeatedly pressing the button over and over again and hard nothing turned on. "I fucking should have switched to Playstation." You snarled, about to toss the controller.

"We are a Playstayion family under this house." Max said walking out of the kitchen with popcorn. "What's wrong, Y/N?" He sat next to you noticing the pout on your face.

"My controller isn't working." You huffed, handing it to him to fix it.

Max inspected the black controller and popped the back off and made a face. "Love, this doesn't have batteries." Max placed the clip back on the back and chuckled. "Silly girl." He kissed your red chubby cheek as you tried to hide your embarrassment.

"I knew that." You murmured.

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[plentyoffandoms]

Day 17 🎃 Licking & Pegging

MJF x f/reader (18+)

Requested by @xangelonmyshoulderx

Warnings: Some swearing. Descriptive sexual acts. Minors do not read. Unprotected sex. Male getting pegged. Licking his sexy ass body. NSFW under the cut

Gifs and photos do not belong to me.

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

I hope you like it.

MJF's POV

I was on my hands and knees on the hotel bed. I felt like my whole body was shaking at the thought of what the hell is going to happen.

But I knew this what YN has wanted to do for a long time and she has done everything I have wanted to do in bed.

I could do this one thing right?

I mean I knew for weeks this was going to happen. We even went to a sex shop and I helped her pick out the one I was least nervous about.

But the more I thought about it, the more nervous I became at the thought of having that in my ass.

I jumped slightly when I felt her hand on my back. "Shhh, it is okay Max. Nothing is going to happen to you. I promise you will like this. You know I do."

Just the thought of me fucking her ass had me twitching.

"Lay on your back baby. Let me help you relax." I did as she asked. YN had me holding my legs up a bit. "Come closer to the edge. Yeah just like that Max."

A loud groan left my lips when I felt her lips start kissing up and down my cock. Her hands rubbing my thighs.

I closed my eyes once I felt her take me fully down her throat and I wanted nothing more than to fuck her pretty mouth, but just as I was about to move my hands, she pulled away and started to lick my abs.

I looked down and couldn of cum from the look she was giving me alone. My breathing picked up as she slowly licked her way down once more towards my cock, but she didn't stop.

I moaned her name when I felt her tongue on my balls and started to lick and play with them. "Shit YN."

I was so wrapped up with what she was doing with her tongue, I didn't hear the click of the bottle or her movements.

I jumped when I felt two of her fingers at my hole. "What are you doing?"

"Gotta stretch you out baby. Come on relax. You know you have to relax."

I did my best to relax but I couldn't help but tense up here and there. The moment her fingers broke though the ring I groaned...loudly.

My breathing was laboured as she took her time stretching me out. Making sure I am good and ready for her.

"I think it is time." YN said as she pulled her fingers out of me. I watched as she put as much lube as she could on the strap on.

My body was tense when I felt it at the entrance, but I remembered to relax. If YN can take my cock up her ass, I can take this up mine.

My face immediately scrunched up when she pushed in. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure. I didn't tell her to stop though.

"Doing so well for me Max. Just let me know when I can move."

I groaned when she bottomed out but she didn't move. She waited and waited but she didn't move until I whimpered out okay.

Her pace was slow at first. I knew she was watching my reaction this whole time, but the moment I groaned out for her to go faster, it was like a switch was turned on.

She was pounded me into the mattress and I could only squeal and moan her name. I cried out when she placed my legs over her shoulders and fucked me even harder.

"Touch yourself." She growled out and I was quick to wrap my hands around my leaking cock.

"Oh my God, oh my God." Was the only thing leaving my mouth before I shouted out her name as I came all over chest and got some on my face.

I groaned when YN pulled out of me and I watched through half lidded eyes as she licked up my cum from my stomach, chest and even my face.

I brought my fingers to her mouth and she was quick to clean them.

"Mmm, I told you it wouldn't be that bad."

"Doesn't mean it will happen all the time YN." I said as I was trying to catch my breathing.

"Sure Max. Whatever you say baby."

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[robinofgothamcity]

"damn, I see you still kick it with them opp bitches I'm the only reason that your goofy-ass got bitches all them hoes wanna look like me bitch most likely only fucking you just to spite me but please don't get it twisted, I ain't tripping."

♡ character: eddie kingston / slight mjf

♡ pronouns used: she / her

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / finally got to write for my new york king and i'm so happy about it and i swear my next fic will be the last one for max for a while lmaooo

you shook your head right in disbelief as you watched the monitor showing you mjf's heated discussion with cm punk. you knew max loved what he did but he threw low blows when it benefitted him and sometimes you were the one who was at the end of the joke. not shawn, not anyone who was forced to participate in his stupid storyline but you.

"how do you deal with that?" kiera asked you as you shrugged, not really knowing how to respond, "when you've been with max as long as i have, you kind of get used to it. it does get tiring, don't get me wrong, but i don't really have a choice."

kiera shook her head not believing your words, "come on, you're one of the greatest on the roster and you think your only chance to shine is with him?" you sighed going down on your chair trying to change the conversation, "have you ever thought that others might be here to help you? even take you under their wing?"

you knew she made a point. you had met max in the indies, the two of you forming a tag team before either of you signed to aew but once the two of you officially signed, you knew you'd be max's manager.

"who'd be willing to do that? the baddie's have enough members and i'm not really close to anyone here," you replied. kiera didn't respond as she knew you were in a bit of a standstill, "still watching that idiot?" you heard the thick new york accent coming from behind you. you turned over to eddie, your mood instantly turning around, "hey kingston! what're you doing here? i thought you didn't have a match on the card tonight?"

kiera stood off to the side, half watching your interaction and half still still trying to figure out what your next move could be, "why don't you team up with him? i bet cm punk would love to make max's life hell by you siding with him," eddie gagged at the sound of cm punk's name but didn't say anything.

"nah, that dog collar match was more than enough to not get me involved," you replied, still not believing the amount of blood those two lost that sunday night, "what're you guys talking about? that doesn't matter, let's go!" max's voice interrupted the conversation, rather loudly you had to add.

you rolled your eyes but eddie was the one who stood up, "listen to the lady for one god damn time in your life," he yelled back just as loud. max let out a chuckle, basically stating that he wasn't going to even bother with eddie, "max, i'm busy. better yet, weren't you the one that said "you don't need some slut you found on the indies running behind you" and "i can do fine on my own" or am i hearing things?"

max scoffed, "you're really mad about that? let's go and we can talk about it later," you shook your head no, remaining in your spot, "i'll stay right here," you were standing by this point but you were still in the middle of eddie and kiera who didn't know what to do besides back you up.

"you need me." "i need a fucking therapist after the years i spent with you."

eddie tried to suppress his laugh, as did kiera, but the two couldn't hold it in anymore and started laughed. you knew this was going to upset max a lot more than you had intended but you were on a roll.

"don't call me when you're buried in with the low cards and i have the aew world title," this time it was your turn to laugh, "remember what you punk told you?" max's eyebrows fluttered in anger, "the only time you'll be number one is when you're married to tony's family." you knew the night that punk told max that he'd never be champion unless he married his way in, he was hurt and that was to put it lightly.

eddie let out another belting laugh not believing you told max that to his face. max walked away, anger seething through his body as wardlow walked in, giving you a high five. you knew michael was on his way to start his feud with max but he never expected you to do the same. the way he saw it, you looked like you were going to be with max forever.

+

weeks passed as max was now in full swing in his feud with michael. you were working your way through a tournament to be the number one contender for the women's championship. you were facing julia hart tonight and you knew you had to be prepare for it.

"watch out, max might interrupt your match to make you lose," michael said as you were bandaging your wrists, "he'd be a real idiot to do that," you replied as you saw eddie walking into the locker room.

"got that stupid coffee of yours," he said handing you the steaming cup of starbucks coffee. you smiled, grabbing it from him, "take care of her. she's like a sister." michael stated as he got up to leave. you threw him a towel from your locker space as he dodged it with ease.

you had been associating yourself with eddie, santana, and ortiz after your fallout with max. you were just rolling in the back of the group, helping them when they needed an extra push of help.

it was very surprising to many to see you with eddie. from an outsiders perspective, it looked like the two of you weren't even friends. you were always with max and michael so when you walked out with eddie, holding a nail covered bat and backing him up against the jericho appreciation society, people questioned where the partnership had came from.

max on the other hand saw it coming from the minute you broke off your partnership with him. eddie was there that night with kiera and he couldn't believe that you would actually associate yourself with someone like eddie when you had him by your side.

"nervous?" eddie asked. you waved it off, "never. julia has her own problems with house of black and varsity blonds. this is an easy win for me," you said. eddie nodded proudly, "see, ain't this better than being with that fuckin' piece of shit?"

"tell me about it," you joked taking another sip of your coffee. you were tightening your belt on your jeans as eddie sat next to you in comfortable silence, "you guys walking me out?" eddie nodded as he told you that santana and ortiz were more than excited to help you out tonight.

"this means a lot. i know i wasn't even supposed to be with you but i didn't really know what to do after i left max and you guys kinda just accepted me," you confessed. eddie shook your comment off, "you worked your ass off to be here and you deserve it."

you looked up to eddie as you had been laying your head on his lap. something about eddie's colored eyes mesmerized you. you knew eddie didn't open up to a lot of people so it was surprising that he was so vulnerable with you, "you really need to take credit for your work ethic," eddie on.

you brought eddie down for a kiss, not caring if someone walked in or not. he let out an amused chuckle but deepened the kiss knowing he felt the same feelings you clearly had for him. the kisses between max and eddie were very different.

max had this smugness to his kisses. it was like he forced himself to kiss you each time you did but eddie was very different. his were soft and slightly rough. he had a hand on your stomach and held it with a stern grip. he knew he couldn't be too rough considering your gear did show your stomach and he didn't want others to think something else.

"letting out all your emotions, huh?" eddie asked jokingly. you shoved him to let yourself up as you noticed your phone alarming you that it was almost time for your match, "come on kingston, i got a match to win," you stated.

the two of you walked out of the locker room as you pulled on your jean jacket. santana had helped you tighten your bandana before one of the producers said you only had a minute before your match. you noticed max sitting in the back seemingly trying to blend in with the producers which alerted your red flags.

"stay ringside i feel like max might pull some shit," you told the three as your theme rang off through the speakers. you walked out to the crowd cheering you on as eddie walked next to you and santana and ortiz walked behind, "do well out there sweetheart," eddie said as you jumped into the ring.

you noticed julia's very unamused look on her face practically stating to put her out of her misery so she could leave and not deal with brian or griff on her side.

"come on ( your name )," eddie screamed from the side as you got to flip julia onto the mat. you went to grab her leg to tap her out but the commotion from the side of the ring made you realize that what michael had said was true. max really wanted to ruin your chances, "pay attention to your match!" eddie yelled to try and not make you worry.

julia had managed to get you into a headlock instantly making you want to tap but hearing max's cackles from ringside made shove julia away of you. you threw her to the ropes as she hit them with a hard thud giving you enough time to get to max.

you got on top of the turnbuckle and jumped off with a kick to max's face. he flew against the railing making eddie yell in support. you were quick to get up as you realized that your match against julia was still going on.

julia still looked a bit out of it but you on the other hand were running off of pure spite against max. you grabbed julia by the arm and did a german suplex to end the match. you knew julia didn't care for her loss with varsity blonds so you instantly looked down to max who was still on the ground getting a beating from eddie, santana, and ortiz.

you grabbed a mic from the producers as you bent over the top rope to look at max.

"well max? didn't i tell you? i'd become something even without you by my side," you screamed, "and it looks like i'll have a chance at the title before you do which is very ironic considering backstage you had told me that you'd be world champ before i became one. you aren't shit without me or wardlow and it's showing. you have shawn chasing your shadow which is embarrassing because it's shawn. with eddie, santana, and ortiz by my side, you'll be buried in the low cards right alongside shawn."

by the time you finished your speech, the crowd was cheering for you as loud as they could as eddie stood next to you. you smiled at him as he grabbed your hand discreetly and held it for support.

"so you can replace me with another girl, you can try and intimidate me with someone else on the roster by that won't change the fact that i'm becoming a number one contender for the women's title and you're going to be fighting for your life against wardlow later tonight and yes i've noticed that the girls you've been trying to make me jealous with look eerily similar to me and it's kind of embarrassing. next time try not to make it so noticeable."

you blew him a kiss before getting out the ring and walking away, feeling like you were on top of the world with eddie by your side.

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