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[rainchyna]

⌗ ˚ ͙◌˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘 𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟎𝟎𝘀˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅

warnings! [cussing, a blip of smut , none]

ू you’ve known him since trainee days, you weren’t close but you’d always greet each other in morning or just ask about each other’s days. but you always kept your distance because he was the word ‘arrogant’ on legs.

ू he was really cocky and was quite rude sometimes. it always depended on his mood and on the day, you never knew if he was going to be nice or act like a little bitch. but when he was nice, it always caught you off guard.

ू he would act like such a gentleman, but the next minute he can become an asshole.

ू some random day you were having lunch at a coffee shop near by the training center. he happened to walk in and you prayed he didn’t see you, but he did. he basically invited himself to sit with you, which uhm, rude, but turns out - he wasn’t as bad as you thought. he was very well spoken and more polite than anything. you got a little suspicious, thinking he might be looking for something in you until he opened up to you about him having some anger issues.

ू it felt very sudden because, you didn’t ask nor were you trying to have him open up about anything. as the conversation kept going, you felt bad for him. he explained that he wasn’t able to make friends like everyone else and that he didn’t have anyone to talk to, he just needed someone to talk to.

ू after that day’s training, you hung out at a diner and go to know each other better. he was one of the sweetest people you’ve ever come across, and he was unironically hilarious.

ू you two became friends and remained close, until he was called up to the wwe. you were more than happy for him, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit saddened by his absence. you didn’t realize how much randy would fill in your days until he wasn’t there.

ू but not long after that, you were called up as well. the first person you saw was triple h. he told you how randy kept praising your work and how would constantly talk about how great you were. he lobbied for you to get a spot with him, “i didn’t wanna be lonely again” he explained.

ू you got even closer after that, where there was y/n, there was randy. he’d follow you around like a lost puppy.

ू eventually, you both began making friends around the company and expanding your circle, but that never stopped you from hanging out.

ू whenever it was you two, randy would cling to you like a koala. he was very affectionate and was never too shy to grab you and give you hugs and kisses at all.

ू he never failed to make you feel loved when he was around. always showering you with little gifts and compliments, taking you out frequently, and he had a habit of kissing you cheek. you couldn’t stop yourself from developing a crush on him.

ू you began noticing how when you were hanging out with other people, randy would get jealous very easily, especially if it was your male peers. someone could be nice to you and randy’s rolling his eyes. he would get extremely agitated and upset, but every time you’d confront him, he wouldn’t explain himself.

ू his behavior only got worse from there, he would get very possessive and sometimes wouldn’t even let you see other people, because “you’re my friend”. friend, yeah, right. you were suspecting that he might have a crush on you, but you were a bit doubtful of that because he had girls throwing themselves on him left and right.

ू you wound up having an explosive argument over his behavior as it had began affecting your relationship with those around you.

“why can’t you just tell me why you keep acting like this?!”

“i fucking like you, okay? i’ve had a thing for you since day one and i can’t fucking help it!”

“…”

“…”

“.. if it makes you feel better, i like you too”

ू if he was possessive before, he was straight up territorial now. he would show you off, but was more of a ‘you see this? you like this? too bad, you can’t have it’ type show off. everyone within hours knew that you were his because he just wouldn’t shut up about it. couldn’t help himself, he was really happy to be your boyfriend but he also wanted everyone to know because he’s ready to catch a fade if anyone comes near you.

ू even more affectionate now, bear hugs, back hugs, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, holding you in his lap, etc. he was a big teddy bear.

ू loves kissing you and would do it anywhere and everywhere. you’re watching him backstage? kisses before and after his match. you’re on commentary? must kiss you. watching him from the audience? must kiss you. you’re wrestling in a mixed tag team match? must kiss you before and after. your lips exist and he must kiss them.

ू sex was quite the big part of your relationship. it was his way of showing you much he loved you sexually, and it was like an outlet for both of you. pent up anger? angry sex. someone’s jealous? possessive sex. feeling sappy? passionate love making.

ू he’s very protective of you and will do anything in his power to get you out of harms way. last thing he wanted is his baby being hurt.

ू as you both got older, he became softer with you. he became more affectionate (outside sex), less jealous and just a little bit less possessive. even the tone in which he speaks to you in got softer, and as he matured more and more, he became a lot more trusting in your relationship and stopped having meltdowns when you were around others people.

ू one could tell how much he truly loved you just by the way he looks at you. he treats you like you’re an angel walking on earth, he’s very gentle and careful with you. spoils you to the absolute most, you could glance at something and he’s immediately buying it for you.

ू loves cuddles.

ू give him your best doe eyes and act innocent ♡ call him sir while you’re at it.

ू 5829/10, most definitely recommended.

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[rainlita]

THE APP IMMEDIATELY GLITCHED ME OUT WHEN I POSTED WHAT THE HELL HAVE I EVER DONE TO YOU

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[rainchyna]

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⌗ ˚ ͙◌˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐒 ˖ ࣪ .ִֶָ

warnings! [none rly, fluff, language, slightly smutty]

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‒ it was seth who introduced you to roman, you and seth had been bestfriends since trainee days. you were really close and you were even considered when the shield was being put together. roman would always see you around but never thought of interacting with you.

‒ you were quite popular with the wwe universe and the roster back stage and you were known for being at total sweetheart and a loyal friend. all he's heard about you was nothing but praise and good words, also, judging by the way seth always seemed to be so happy when you would hang out, you just sounded like a dream boat.

‒ "so this friend of yours, y/n? right? ... do you think we could be friends?" he asked seth, "yeah, like totally. she really, really likes your hair by the way, she always tells me to tell you but i forget" maybe that'd be a good start.

‒ he saw you walking down the hallway and decided this is where your friendship will start, "a little birdie told me someone really likes my hair" he'd say with a sly smirk, "are you kidding?? it's literally prettier than i'll ever be" and the conversation sparked from there, it seemed like you were standing there for about ten minutes when you were literally standing there for almost an hour.

‒ and it all began from there.

‒ you and roman would hang out all the time backstage and outside work, you'd play video games all the time, even breaking a record that seth had made which pissed him off lol. your obsession with his hair grew and when he let you play with it for the first time, you immediately placed his head into your lap, and as soon as your fingers began massaging his scalp, he fell asleep almost instantly and looked absolutely adorable.

‒ he'd always take you to the gym with him so you could work out together, and even if you didn't want to work out, your company was everything he could ask for.

‒ you'd always ask him for advice and he found it endearing how you'd listen to him so carefully and actually follow what he was saying. it made him realize that you really cared.

‒ even seth started complaining about how roman stole was hanging out with you more than him.

‒ sometimes you'd go over to him and just sleep next him while he does whatever it is that he's doing because he made you feel so safe.

‒ you have the stupidest photos of each other on your phones, you're sure if your phone was ever stolen, the thief would bring it back because out of context, they can be a little scary.

‒ "i'm thinking of shaving my beard-" "you shave your beard and i'll shave your eyebrows off"

‒ he realized that he began falling for you when he saw you at a party the usos were throwing. you looked like an angel in your pretty little dress, your make-up was complimenting your features more than ever and your smile had him turning into a puddle on the spot. he hugged you, and you smelled so fucking good he didn't want to let go of you at first but a quick 'ahem' from seth made you both pull away from each other.

‒ the whole night, roman couldn't take his eyes off of you, the way your smiled was so bright when you'd laugh, the way your eyes sparkled whenever they'd catch his, the way you looked so genuinely happy, if only he could make you happier ...

‒ you couldn't help but notice the way he kept staring at you. you weren't going to deny that you had harboured some feelings for the tall samoan. roman was one of the sweetest men you've ever met, he made the silliest jokes that always made you laugh and the way he'd wrap his arm around you made you feel protected from anything.

‒ the whole night was spent with you two exchanging shy smiles, and seth noticed, so why not set his friends up. he left early and sent roman a text.

'bro, i was supposed to drop y/n off but i had to leave. mind if you drive her? :)'

- roman had no issues with dropping you off, matter of fact he was more than happy to. at some point the party began to quite down and people began passing out on couches. “hey ro, where’s seth? he’s supposed to drop me off” “he actually had to go, but i’ll drop you off”

- the ride was pretty chill with you and roman listen to some slow music and making small talk every now and then. until you passed by your favorite ice cream shop. roman saw you see it, and you knew he saw you see it.

“ice cream”

“it’s two in the morn-”

“ice cream”

“okay”

- you both got waffle cones and sat outside the store on a bench. roman listened to you ramble about how your parents would bring you here everyday after school when you were younger, and the stars in your eyes made his heart do a little something. he didn’t even notice that he was staring at you until you pointed to his lower lip.

“huh?”

“you have some- never mind”

you swiped your thumb on his bottom, removing the molten cream that was just sitting there, and without a thought behind your eyes, you licked your finger. and you continued talking as if you didn’t just do what you did. roman, how ever wanted to burst, he could feel his neck and face getting hot.

“i have a crush on you, by the way”

- now, he wanted to burst.

“did i bring that up too casually?”

“n-no, i just … wow that was brave. i have a crush on you too”

“oh yeah, seth told me”

“nah he’s getting decked in the face”

“oh well”

“… so… can i … you know… please be your boyfriend?”

“i’d love that :)”

- when i say he’s the sweetest ?? i mean it fr fr

- flowers for no reason, dates out of the blue, surprise trips, you name it.

- obsessed with comparing his hands with yours

- forehead and cheek kisses (and that’s the hill i will die on).

- very, very protective. if someone just looks at you weird, he’s ready to square up. “can you relax?? how do you know he’s staring at me specifically? there could be someone behind me” “there’s a wall behind you.” “…valid.”

- he gets jealous so easily. literally. “why was he talking to you?” “who?? randy??” “hm” “he was asking what’s on catering today… chill” doesn’t even like it when another man is breathing near you. not a toxic ‘are you cheating’ type jealous but ‘i don’t like seeing them near you because the thought of another person making you happier upsets me because i want that to be me’ yk

- holds you prisoner until you do his hair

- matching tattoos because fuck my sanity apparently

- you’re always sitting on his lap. always.

- very calm and patient, never yells or raises his voice at you. is always willing to listen to you vent about anything.

- you’re his first opinion on everything

- “what if i cut my hair?” “what if i off myself, huh?” “okay”

- high stamina (you know damn well what i’m talking about)

- forever in the honeymoon phase, hands on you all the time, kisses all the time, doesn’t want to get away from you, is constantly texting and facetiming you, etc

- cuddles with this big boy are an experience. loves holding you in his arms, and playing with your hair, making you feel safe. but also, laying on you with his whole weight to the point where you can’t breathe?? why the fuck not 😀

- kisses before match are a must.

- let him choke you, call him daddy ♡

- yeah def 492/10, highly recommended.

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[rainchyna]

holding his hand: EDGE.

to not lose you in a big crowd.

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

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

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

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

quickly linking your fingers together.

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

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

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

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

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

holding hands under the table.

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

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

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

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

comparing hand sizes.

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

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

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

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

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[rainchyna]

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

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

backstage, 11:00 pm – after Summer Slam.

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

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

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

well at least some of us feel good about themselves.

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

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

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

you didn’t think much of them this time.

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

7:15 pm, Germany.

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

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

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

what was Hunter going to think?

and lastly, what’s with the damn flowers?

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

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

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

Hunter’s room was the door opposite yours.

well.

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

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

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

he seems in good spirits.

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

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

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

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

you immediately pull him into a hug.

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

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

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

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

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

5:29 pm, backstage.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you know why I’m here.” you state.

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

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

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

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

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

wait, what?

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

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

10:39 pm, Raw <Live>

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

but Taker did.

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

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

you sigh, “I get it”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[rainchyna]

𓆩♡𓆪 episode ten: Cherry Coke.

“what flowers?” Hunter asked, you both share a confused expression. funny enough, he looked more confused than you did. “y’know, those in my locker room… with the note and all that” you explain.

Hunter just stood there.

he was confused because he didn’t recall buying you flowers, and then he began getting a little upset because… wow. someone beat him to buying you flowers. well damn.

“‘wanna see those” he mumbled as you two began walking to your locker room. you couldn’t see it because you were focusing on trying to find out who got you the flowers, but Hunter? oh he was pissed.

some really got you flowers.

someone bought you, his girl who isn’t his girl flowers. he thought that the locker room would know by now, those dating rumours were going around for a fucking reason. these people should know that you were at least talking.

oh, he was livid.

the sight of the large flower bouquets didn’t make him feel any better, he noticed the smaller bouquets too.

“who the hell got these?” he asked, you look up at him, a frown had settled on his face. then you look down at his hands, they were clenched in tight fists and a lot of his veins were visible.

“I-… I don’t know” you began, “I thought it was you that’s why I asked”.

Hunter hums, “okay” he firmly says.

now you were just worried, you knew this look, you knew Hunter. he was about to fuck something up.

“where’s the note?” he asked, you immediately give it him and watch as he carefully reads it.

“backstage admirer?” he read out loud, “fucking hell” he laughed.

this is not good.

“do you know someone who would’ve gotten you flowers?” he asks.

now, if you were being honest, Steve and Owen would always tell you about how the boys backstage would always talk about how much they found you attractive and how they’d kill to be in Hunter’s place.

“I know… some” you say, Hunter looks at you, “Shawn said he knows who it is” you add. Hunter raises an eyebrow, “oh?”

you can almost see the cogwheels in his brain twist and turn, “alright then”.

this really, isn’t good.

2:44 pm, Lita’s locker room.

it was really hot outside. the only thing that was keeping you cool was the cold can of cherry coke that you were sipping on.

“are you actually okay?” Lita asked, you groan loudly. “bro, Hunter is pissed.”

Lita’s eyes widened as she side eyed you, “the flowers?” she asked, “the flowers” you nod. Lita loudly hums, “well shit” she mutters.

“I don’t want him doing stupid shit, that’s why I’m worried” you say. “I mean..” Lita trails off as she opens a can of red bull, “I don’t see him doing stupid shit, he’ll probably pull something… tactical, y’know”

she was right. Shawn’s backstage politicking habits have rubbed on Hunter heavily, he might convince Vince to derail someone’s push or even get them fired. you still couldn’t help but worry about him, or the person he’ll be taking his anger out on.

“Shawn has to be bluffing” Chyna says, she was laid out on the couch in front of you. “you know Shawn, he may know something, but probably just enough to make a joke out of it” she explained.

you hum, there has to be a way for you to get something out of Shawn. he has to be lying, there’s no way he’d do something that he knows will piss his friend off, something that’ll hurt him even! there’s a lie somewhere here…

“god” you groan.

“oh, by the way, I overheard Shawn and Sunny arguing the other day. Sunny kept mentioning your name” Lita said.

you and Chyna sit up and face each other before looking at Lita. “how are you gonna casually bring that up?” Chyna asked. Lita shrugs, “I just forgot to tell you. anyways, Sunny was complaining about how Shawn gives Y/n all of his attention, and how he doesn’t care about her anymore”

it wasn’t like you and Shawn were together all the time, you’ve been cool for the past past two weeks, apart from today that is.

“literally what?” you ask.

“yeah, and she said that he’ll have to pick between you and her” Lita adds.

lord god, this is ghetto. it wasn’t like she didn’t know that you and Shawn were barely even friends, Sunny also kept trying to start up shit with you for no reason. you had better things to do rather than fight someone for a man, a man that you didn’t want. yikes.

“ugh.” Chyna gags, “tell me about it” you snicker. Lita laughed, “I don’t know man, something about knowing that you literally have her gagged is so funny. you should rub it in her face for fun”

you frown, you didn’t like Shawn enough to even consider being that nice to him in front of someone, let alone Sunny. so, the idea of being extra nice to him to piss Sunny off was.. eh, well it was something. hm, maybe you do need to be nice to him.

“I’ll think about it.. later”

you had more than enough occupying your mind right now.

7:45 pm, cafeteria.

Hunter moved his can of cherry coke in circles. he was sitting at a table across from Shawn who was having the same beverage.

Hunter’s stare could burn holes through the tin can, he was genuinely livid. “you alright?” Shawn asked as he noticed that his friend had began squeezing the top of the can. “yep” Hunter sternly said, the can had little indents in it now.

the cafeteria was quite, but it was all too noisy for Hunter. he could hear the staff walking around setting up the arena for the show later, he was able to recognise Steve and Bret’s voices having a conversation down the hall.

he could hear Sunny’s annoying laugh too, the cafeteria itself was quite, but everything else - including Hunter’s mind - wasn’t.

he suddenly remembered what you said.

“Shawn said he knows who it is.”

does he?

“hey, uhm” Hunter began, he stopped for a second and contemplated whether he wanted to do this or not. Shawn was his friend after all.

“do you know what’s with the flowers in Y/n’s locker room?”

Shawn was playing around with his watch, he barely even heard Hunter at first before he looked at him. “nah, no idea”

“oh, swear?” Hunter’s jaw clenched as Shawn hummed, “because I asked Y/n, and she said that you told her that you knew who it was” Hunter added.

Shawn was still as nonchalant as ever, “‘was just teasin’ her” he smiled.

Hunter leaned back in his seat as he took a sip from his drink. one of you wasn’t telling the truth, and Hunter wasn’t about to question his angel. either Shawn’s lying, or there’s a part of the story that he doesn’t know.

he’d like to believe the latter.

Shawn knew where this conversation was going, he was just teasing you! like he always does! Shawn could basically smell the jealousy and anger that reeked from Hunter.

it was silent for a couple minutes, the tension between the two men just kept building up, waiting to be cut by something. even the air would rather be anywhere but here right now.

“honestly?” Hunter asked

“why would I lie to you?” Shawn finally looked at him.

9:35 pm, Raw <Live>

the crowd’s continuous boos were drowning The Undertaker, they didn’t care about what he wanted to say, they didn’t even want him out here. as much as everyone enjoyed the storyline you had going on, they were beginning to get a bit bored of the repetitiveness. they needed something exciting!

chants of “SAVE US Y/N!” began, and once those started no one was going to be able to stop them. there’s been a lot of iconic moments in your career, and the birth of the “Save us Y/n” is definitely up there. it’s both a blessing and curse, a blessing because it can spice up a segment when necessary. only when necessary.

it was also a curse because when it wasn’t necessary, the fans would begin the chant to distract themselves from whatever bullshit was going on in the ring. it had ruined so many segments that wouldn’t been good and messed with wrestlers who were green on the mic.

now, it was just pissing The Undertaker off.

“Y/N IS NOT SAVING YOU FROM SHIT!” he yelled into the microphone.

your music immediately hit and the fans went feral.

the chants went on for a bit as you and The Undertaker stood in the ring facing each other. “I have an offer to make” you began, and the crowd calmed down. “but before I make it, let me introduce my beloved guests”

Bret and Owen came out to Excellence of Execution and the crowd began chanting for the Hart Foundation. Bret was noticeably limping as he walked down the ramp as his ankle was injured.

you look up at The Undertaker as the brothers stand behind you. “Summer Slam is next week, and I think it’s about time we cut this shit and end it” you speak into the microphone. “so how about, Summer Slam, the main event, us three against your choosing from your team in a triple tag team match” you say and the crowd cheers, Taker looks away.

“you told me to prove myself, this is the only way I can face you, officially of course”.

The deadman looks into the crowd longingly, he doesn’t answer for a while, trying to decide whether or not he wants to this.

“hello?” Owen asks, “why should I take up your offer?” Taker asks, you frown at him. “why should you? why should you? you’re the one who started this because you couldn’t stop crying about how this business is built on respect, you’re the one who started this because I apparently aren’t worthy to hold my championship, you started this because you couldn’t stop whining like a little bitch.”

“watch your fucking mouth, Y/l/n”

Bret quickly gets between you and The Undertaker, “I’m standing here, telling you and everyone that I can show you my worth, and you’re running away from the opportunity. you’re a phony motherfucker, nothing but a sellout that hides behind the name of “respect””

“if this is what you’re offering, a waste of my time, you can keep it. I don’t have time for little girls like you” Taker says, he got out from between the ropes and the crowd heavily booed him as he made his way back up the ramp.

“you’re just scared!” you yell into the microphone, he continues walking. “you’re scared because you know I’m right! you’re scared because I’ve already earned your respect but you don’t want to admit it”

he didn’t stop.

“you’re scared because a woman can do your job better than you.”

The Undertaker stopped in his tracks and the crowd popped, yup. that’ll do it.

“what did you say to me?”

“you heard me.”

“listen here you little-”

“yes or no?” you ask

“excuse me?” he asks, “it’s either yes, I’ll take the offer and face you. or no, I’d rather admit that you’re better than me”

a “yes!” chant broke out and Owen began hyping up the crowd but jumping around the ring. The Undertaker stared at you intently, then he suddenly put his hands up, before dragging them down causing the lights to go out.

when the light came back on, Shawn Michaels and Luna Vachon were standing in the ring with you, and before anyone could say anything they began attacking you three.

“take that as a yes”

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holding his hand: EDDIE GUERRERO.

holding hands while driving.

it was no secret that eddie loved his low rider, but he loved you more. and one thing he loved to do with you was taking late night drives. they never necessarily lead anywhere, but you both had fun in each other’s company.

you hand would be under his on the gear stick, car illuminated by moonlight. the quite hum of the cars engine, combined with low tunes from the radio was a sound you were used to.

every now and then, he’s squeeze your hand, or pick it up and kiss the back of your hand. each of them followed by a silent ‘i love you’.

running his thumb over your hand.

it was his way for reassuring you that everything will be okay. regardless of the situation, big or small. he’ll always be there to let you know that you have him.

“i don’t want you to go” you sighed, looking out the window. the airport’s bright lights reflected on your eyes. “hey, look at me cariña.” he said holding your hand.

“i’ll be back before you realize” his said, voice soft. “it won’t take that long, okay?”. he ran his thumb across you knuckles, before pulling you closer to him. “it’ll be okay”, and he kissed your forehead.

to pull you back to him.

eddie is the biggest tease you’ve ever known. he was constantly teasing you by making annoying like jokes that would get under your skin, but still make you roll your eyes and looking smiling.

you’d always pull away from him, hiding your laughter. and he’s always pull you back next to him. he hold your hand and and drag you back to him just so he could see the smile he gave you.

“where do you think you’re going? come back to me, love”. something about the way he’d hold you close to him after always melted your heart.

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okie okie it must be requested, bret hart x reader x hbk. Can you imagine being fought over these two hunks in the 90s? CAN YOU IMAGINE THE INTENSE SEX? 😩

im going to scream, you don't understand-

-- shawn has had his eyes on you since you joined the company, you had quickly became one of the hottest and most talented stars vince had hired and you quickly became the only one he wants.

-- however, shawn wasn't the only who had an interest in you, bret had been laying it on pretty thick that he wanted you or to be close to you. he'd seen you around you people he's close to and they seemed to be happy about you.

-- bret realized very fast that shawn wanted you too, all the obnoxious flirting, the pick up lines, the attempts to convince vince to make you his love interest. classic shawn michaels. shawn could also tell that bret had eyes on you, all the sweet, lovey-dovey nicknames, the silent glances, he just knew.

-- now, you weren't stupid, you could tell they both were off of their feet for you. so why not have fun with it.

-- you'd flirt with bret in general, but specifically Infront of shawn because shawn looks like he's about to blow steam out his ears. bret getting jealous was a sight to see, shawn was quite touchy with you, whenever you were around there was always a hand around your waist. bret would immediately sweep into the conversation or whatever was happening to be close to you, and just because he can, to piss shawn off.

-- you and bret were hanging out in your locker room when things got a little heated. it ended with you on his lap, hands tangled in each others hair, making out for god knows how long.

-- later that day, even the blind can tell that something happened between you and bret. shawn could see it too, and was he livid. you? and bret? seriously the most unfunny joke.

-- something about seeing shawn all pissed off was a little funny to you. like wow ur mad mad huh

-- on a random night, the roster was celebrating something, you couldn’t even remember what it was. all you could think about was how this night will end. shawn had you on his lap, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. crazy, because bret was barely one or two meters away from you. shawn knew what he was doing, you knew what he was doing and so did bret.

-- shawn held up a glass of cherry vodka to your lips, gently holding your jaw as the drink rushed down your throat. “good girl” he whispered before beginning to kiss your neck. he locked eyes with bret as he began to kiss your shoulder, your head thrown back on his shoulder.

-- and oh boy, was bret pissed. how fucking dare shawn touch his girl who wasn’t his girl right in front of him? publicly too? the ghetto bret was on the verge of flipping the chair he was on, choosing to leave the room instead of picking a fight.

-- needless to say, while you woke up in shawn’s arms the next morning, bret couldn’t sleep because of your noises that night. he was the room next door.

-- you knew what you were doing too, but hey, not like anyone in your position would mind being fought over by two hot men who were wrapped around your finger. you could have both shawn and bret on their knees if you wanted.

-- shawn would always fuck you in his dressing room, especially in front of the mirror. something about seeing your body covered in hickeys and bite marks that he gave you was so fucking hot to him. he’d even go as far as shaping a letter ‘S’ on the side of your neck.

-- and when bret saw it, yikes. he put his own letters ‘B’ and ‘H’ in both of your inner thighs so that if shawn decided to go down on you that week, it’d be his reminder that you’re not his.

-- the situation ended up boiling over, and you had a threesome. they still fought, fought over who can please you most, who can make you cum harder, who leaves the darkest hickey, who makes you scream louder. (CAN YOU IMAGINE)

-- “if you two are good for me, i’ll let you share” shawn knees almost gave out at the thought of being good for you, and bret never realized that he had a submissive bone in his body until you said that.

-- you wouldn’t be able to walk properly after being with shawn, and you weren’t able to wear revealing gear with bret. it was either one or the other.

-- something that shawn was proud of was how sometimes he’d pass by you, knowing that his cum was dripping down your legs and that you could barely stand still while talking to bret.

-- bret, on the other hand, would always, always leave his hand print on your ass and around your throat, knowing how much that pisses shawn off

-- it’s a fun time for the three of you, but the boys will never admit it.

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[rainchyna]

𓆩♡𓆪 episode nine: THE HEARTBREAK KID’S PLAN

i’m sorry for making y’all wait long for this garbage.

7:42 am, training.

you never understood why Summer Slam was held in August, August was the beginning of fall. why call it the biggest party of the summer when people are just beginning to over feed their turkeys?

Vince is a creative genius! they say, but June is the epitome of summer, why not do it then? you ask, shut up they reply. who are they? the little voices that cause your daily brain rot known as the WWF creative.

maybe the little voice in your head wasn’t the WWF creative, maybe it was Bret Hart, because it sure does sound like he’s talking to you. wait a minute…

“y/n! get up, what the hell are you doing?”. Bret wasn’t the only person in the ring with you, Owen was running all the ropes over you and you just laid there. you groan out loud and the brothers look at you. “you alright, bud?” Owen asked, “nah man!” you sit up. “what is it?” Bret sits next to you.

“Shawn Michaels!” you exclaim, Bret chuckles, “tell me about it”. you shake your head as it falls to your palm, “no, you don’t get it. we’ve been mostly hostile for the past two weeks, but apparently Shawn and peace don’t come together!” you explain.

“wait” Owen says as he sits on your other side, “what did he do?”

“I was going to the cafeteria earlier, to get coffee and what not, tell me why a staff member pulls me to the side taking ‘bout “oh Shawn’s been trying to get creative to change up the storyline of the y/n-Taker angle”” you say.

“what?” Bret asks and Owen frowns, “what does he gain from that?” he asks. you aggressively shrug before flopping back down, you were both pissed and confused.

why the hell would he be trying to do that? what was the reason? was it something you did? does he just not like you anymore? does he want out of it? because you sure as hell can replace him, and he’s not even on your team!

“you should talk to him” Bret said, you look at him. “and who the hell is he for me to talk to him? I’ll just go directly to Vince” you said. “matter of fact, I’ll go to him right now!”

it wasn’t that long after and you were already knocking on Vince’s door. “oh, y/n, well you’re here early” he smiles as you enter. “drop the fake nice act, you know why I’m here” you say and his face drops as he looks at the paperwork in front of him.

you sit on a chair in front of him and the place your championship on the chair next to you. “whatever it is that that boy Michaels is trying to do better stop immediately.” you begin.

“I don’t know what the hell is going through his head, but if tries fucking with my story, if he tries fucking with my money, he won’t be as pretty as he is right now”.

Vince was nervous, certainly not because he was scared of you or… anything.. but he already okayed Shawn’s idea. they talked about it over the phone yesterday and he thought it was brilliant, excellent even. however, your contact does end by the time it should be executed because it’ll happen on the last bit of your feud with Taker.

and if this is how you’re reacting to just the thought of the idea, you will one hundred percentage not resign if you find out about it.

and what’s he going to do? find another fresh face that the fans will support and go with fully? the fact he was even able to sign you is insane and the amount of money you’ve made for the company since your debut is even crazier. Vince literally couldn’t risk it.

or could he?

“out of everyone you could take ideas from, his?! you took his?! seriously what were you thinking? and why did I have to find out through a staff member? you need to get your priorities straight and make some changes ‘round here”

Vince nods, “yes, Y/n, of course”

“and speaking of making some changes…” you cross your legs as you pull your championship on your lap. “it’s my turn to give you some ideas”

8:27 pm, y/n’s locker room.

“what the hell…” you mutter, who did this to your locker room?

there were five -or at least what you can count- large flower bouquets laid out on the floor, more than fifteen smaller bouquets on your couch and a singular red card on the table in the middle of the room.

from pink to red, yellow, white, and orange, big, medium and small. roses, lilies, tulips, some you couldn’t even names, the room smelled like a freshly watered garden, it was absolutely lovely.

well, this was something!

you were excited because what if someone backstage had a thing for you? trying to be cute with their confession? hmm… but what if it’s an obsessive stalker is trying to kill you? and this was their of expressing their love for you?

you cringe at your own thought before picked up the card from the table.

you’ll find your way to me, one way or another ♡

xoxo, your backstage admirer.

you read the message over and over again, each time it got more interesting, but what got you the most was the perfectly drawn heart at the end.

okay…

but now what?

the girls need to see this!

you grab one of the bouquets and the card in your hand and walk back out into the hallway, only to immediately bump into someone.

“sorry!” you didn’t even see who that was, “whatcha got there, pretty girl?”, of course it was Shawn. “what do you want? actually! do you know who put those here?” you ask.

you push the flowers to the side, Shawn shakes his head. “I‘be been wondering why my allergies have been triggered, I see why now” he says, you rolled your eyes. “I didn’t ask all that” you say, “do you or do you not know?” you ask.

Shawn huffs and he faints being hurt, placing a hand on his chest. “you’re so mean to me!” you begin walking away and towards the dressing room when he says.

“what if I do know him”, you can practically hear his smirk. “then tell me”, he shakes his head again, “be nice to me!” he demands. again with the be nice to me shit, you are nice to him! sometimes!

“i’ll find out myself!”

oh find out yourself, alright.

Shawn knew what he was doing, why would he tell you who it was? as far as he’s concerned he was a part of this little plan, and he benefited from it. you can try as hard as you wanted to but you were never going to find out.

you didn’t need him, but you wanted to know who that is so badly. little did you know, someone was watching your little interaction from afar.

“wait so who…?” Chyna asked, “I don’t know and it’s killing me!” you head falls to your palm, “it’s probably your man” Lita teases.

“huh?” you look up, she rolls her eyes, “don’t act all dumb now, you know we see you and Hunter” Lita wiggled her eyebrows. wait, she’s onto something..

you didn’t even consider Hunter as an option because the card said “secret”, maybe you do know the person! maybe it is Hunter!

but why write secret admirer? and what were the flowers for? you have so many questions.

“what is it with you and Hunter by the way?” Chyna smiles, “oh, for fuck’s sake” you mutter hiding a smile.

you don’t know what you and Hunter are.

you really like each other but no one is making the first move, you find yourself tangled in his bedsheets more often that you should, he catches himself staring at you longer than appropriate, it’s the little touches and the stolen kisses, nothing ever goes further, but deep down you both want them to.

“I don’t know” you mutter as you walk towards the door, “where are you going?” Lita asks, “I got some digging to do! and some questions that need answers..”

10:18 pm, Raw <Live> w/ Y/n Y/l/n and Mr. Perfect on commentary!

the match you wrestled tonight was a bit upsetting to you, you loved working with Luna! you absolutely did, but you had to squash her on tonight’s Raw per Vince’s request.

he wasn’t budging so you just did what you had to do, it was a quick match and the crowd was puzzled as to why it went by so fast but at least you showed up tonight.

the highlight of the match however, was you and Gorilla Monsoon showing off the new women’s championship design, which the crowd popped massively for.

this morning you showed Vince a sketch of what you thought would look cool on a belt, and he liked it enough to were he said that he knew a guy that knew a guy that get the belt fully designed by the end of the day.

and here it was, propped up in front of you at the commentary desk as you sat next to Jim Ross and Jerry Lawrer. the match you were watching was Marc Mero vs. Hunter Hearst Helmsley for intercontinental championship, the match was supposed to be between Hunter and Mr. Perfect, but alas, a match was booked.

“I really feel bad about not being able to perform in front of all of these great fans” Mr. Perfect said, you laugh. “it’s not like you’d be able to win anyways” you snicker, “I see you’re Hunter’s team, Y/n” Jim says, you nod. “have you seen Hunter?” you ask. “I definitely see him and OH! Hunter with a suplex!”

you didn’t know what to expect from being commentary, it was weird watching from outside of the ring, but definitely an experience.

Hunter pushes the referee into the the ropes to stop Marc from hitting “the wild thing”, in Japan it’s called a shooting star press but apparently no one has done it here before which in itself was a wild thing.

“we’ll that wasn’t gentlemanly of him!” Mr. Perfect bellowed, “oh he’s is a gentleman alright!” you defend him. “oh yeah? what do you know about Hunter?” Mr. Perfect asked, “a lot! and none of it is of your business!”

“you listen here, little girl-”

“or what?”

the crowd pops as Marc launches himself at Hunter from the top rope, he gets up after a bit and they begin throwing each other around and Hunter pushes Marc on the referee, Mr. Perfect stands up and Jim warns him to not interfere.

“he won’t interfere” you say getting up, “but I will!”, you rush towards the ring and the audience cheers again, you make sure the referee stays down as Mr. Perfect also rushes to the ring, steel chair in hand.

he hands it to you.

you walk towards Hunter, but hit Marc with the chair making him drop to the mat. Mr. Perfect drags the referee towards Hunter who now covered Marc to count.

1,2,3!

the crowd pops and Hunter’s music plays, he’s the new champion. Mr. Perfect hands him the IC championship and hands you yours. Hunter hugs Mr. Perfect, they he hugs you tightly, then picks you up over his shoulder as you both raise your championships.

this one hundred percent will intensify your dating rumours.

shenanigans, but at least you participated.

you barely made it back to the locker room area before Hunter was spinning you around and about, kissing all over your face.

“i’m so proud of you!” you hold him close, “now we both have gold” he smiles, “thank you, angel”. you giggle, “you already thanked me, Hunter. you’ve done enough” you say.

“by the way, what’s with the flowers?”

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[rainchyna]

𓆩♡𓆪 episode eight: WONDERFUL BULLOCKS.

tumblr keeps trying to silence me and i soon will sue im sick and tired.

#anyways i just realized i messed up the header the writing 7 instead of 8 pls pretend it’s not there

hows everyone doing i know this chapter is a bit overdue but hey at least i managed to get something out am i right or what good god i hate it here.

y/n got haters yikes !! how uncool do you have to be to not like y/n like damn

gotta love owen and y/n’s stupid shit they’re so cute i love them

“can I at least get up? I want water” you say.

Hunter hasn’t left your side since you passed out after Raw. he even went as far as kicking Chyna out of your room so he can be close in case you needed anything.

“no. you stay here, I’ll get it for you” he says. damn, okay. well, since you were going to have a big, strong man refuse to leave your side he might as well play his role to the fullest. as soon as Hunter stepped back into the room with a glass of water you sunk under your blanket, forcing yourself to shiver as hard as you can.

“Y/n? are you okay?” he asked placing the cup on the nightstand, he sat next to you and rubbed your shoulder.

“better not be a fever or something. are you cold, angel?” he asks, and you nod. he gets up again, seemingly to turn up the heating but you grab his arm.

“come lay next to me” you tug on his arm, he smiles. Hunter slides under the covers with you, wrapping his arms around you pulling you close. he was always so warm.

you were tired, you couldn’t deny that, but you were falling asleep quicker than you thought. Hunter was quietly talking about something stupid he and Shawn did but your eyes were failing you.

Shawn and Hunter were growing closer day by day, they were close to being inseparable. you and Shawn were very slowly beginning to get along, he was still quite unbearable but he wasn’t as loud and obnoxious as he usually is.

sometimes you’d catch him staring at you intensely you’d think he’s zoned out, but he’d smile and look away. it felt like he was planning something or trying to follow along with something but you couldn’t put your finger onto it.

frankly, he sometimes straight up scared you because what the hell?

“what’s up with Shawn?” you mumble rubbing your eyes, Hunter looks down at you confused. as far as he’s concerned, Shawn is doing just fine. “what do you mean?” Hunter asks.

you tiredly shrug, “he’s been… off”. you didnt know how to explain it but Shawn hasn’t been acting like himself, you didn’t hate him for it, thank god he’s been calmer but damn it if it wasn’t freaking you out.

“like what?” Hunter asks, you shrug again. “you know… he kinda just sits there - and stares - he seems quite reserved” you say. Hunter hums.

he noticed it too, should he tell you?

“what’s that about?” you ask, well its not like he’s losing anything.

“y’know how him and Sunny have had a thing?”, you nod. “well.. Shawn is kinda really into this other girl, but Sunny isn’t uhm..” Hunter trails off.

you sit up, “isn’t…?”

Hunter sighs, “she isn’t taking that very well” he leans back. “Sunny sees her as the competition, since she’s the original diva and all that” Hunter explains.

you looks down at your hands, … is this about you?

you hum and lay against Hunter’s chest, “right” you mutter.

3:09 pm, central London.

London was always a fun time. you’ve come here several times in your time with New Japan and more on your own, it’s was always sweet.

you’re more excited about being with your friends in this time, well, four friends and the man child that tagged along. seriously, for fucks sake, can Shawn Michaels ever not whine?

“Chynaaaaaaa” he dragged, Chyna was sick and tired. the moment the plane landed she immediately caught a cold, she was tired of Shawn’s constant whining and him breathing on her neck.

“what the fuck is it this time?” she asks, irritated. Shawn huffs, “are we there yet?” he asks, Chyna turns to him and squeezes his face. “am I the one who’s fucking driving? ask Y/n. or are you scared of getting smacked again?” she taunts.

Shawn pulls away from her and huffs again, “as if” he boasts, “then why aren’t you talking to me?” you asks, your eyes meeting in the rear view mirror. Shawn is flustered and instantly looks away, “because!” he reasons.

you were driving because you knew London better than the rest of them. Shawn was sitting directly behind you, Hunter was in the passenger’s seat, and Chyna was squished between Shawn and a sleeping Lita.

it’s a quite for a while, apart from the occasional chatter between you, Hunter and Chyna, and Lita’s light snores.

“Y/nnnnnnnnn” Shawn whined, you raise an eyebrow. “so you aren’t scared of me?” you smile, “pfft, no I’m not. I’m hungry” Shawn said, you grab your bag that was sitting on Hunter’s lap and give it to Shawn.

“there’s chips and a juice box in there” you say, “and stop fucking whining before I pull the fuck over” you threaten, “yes ma’am!” Shawn said as he opened the bag. you slapped the wrestling ability out of his body the other day, but he’s giving out for a bag of chips?

an actual child.

“where’d you get this car anyway?” Hunter asks, “from Davey” you answer. “oh right, he’s bri’ish innit” Hunter says with the shittiest british accent ever, it’s almost scottish. “don’t ever in your fucking life-” you laugh, “a bo’o o wota!” he exclaims.

“it’s chewsdae innit bruv” he continued mocking Davey while Chyna and Shawn cracked up in the back and you held back the urge to join him.

“we’ll gaur to thee pub and get drunk til dawn, eh?”

“why is he talking like that?” Lita asked, rubbing her eyes. “he thinks he’s funny” Shawn deadpans, “I am funny!” Hunter counters.

see? fun. so, very fun. this is going to be a long day.

“guys, are we there yet?” Lita asks, Chyna groans. “oh, don’t start you”, Hunter laughs. “we’re here”.

well this isn’t bad.

you’re in your own room this time, this girls are on completely different floors. Chyna was on the second while Lita was on the sixteenth, you were on the eighth. Shawn was the only person on the same floor as you but he was still down the hallway, the only other people were the Hardy brothers but you barely knew them.

you’re not liking that fact that you have to get used to this, you and the girls always roomed together! you were going to be bored as fuck for the rest of the day, or until you three figure out a way to be together without anyone noticing.

apparently, sharing a room isn’t allowed anymore because some people with getting into petty fights and left rooms trashed, and Vince isn’t paying a dime out of pocket to fix anything.

to be honest, fair enough.

but hey, they didn’t say visits aren’t allowed. you’re laying down on your bed, you look down at your self, you were only wearing an oversized “Chyna Syndrome” shirt and no pants. “fuck.” you mutter.

do you need to wear pants? the shirt went down to your knees basically. “tsk” you get up and slide on your crocs.

on your way out you grab a bottle of water and lock the door behind you. at the end of the hall you can see Shawn leaving his room, more like sneaking out of his room. he waved at you with a half smile and you wave back with a confused look.

“where are you headin’?” he asks leaning against his door, “Lita’s” you say approaching him, Shawn shakes your hand for some reason …okay? “and you?” you ask, “I’m going to-”

then you hear a door loudly slam behind you.

“heyyyy y/n” her voice glees.

oh, for fucks sake man.

you both look behind you, “oh” you mumble looking at Shawn. “hey.. Sunny” you say looking at the ground, scratching your neck. “no, no, no! Hunter! I’m going to hang out with Hunter not her” Shawn quickly answers.

the second Sunny saw you with Shawn her stomach did a flip. Shawn was replacing her with you! he’s been slipping away from her since the moment you arrived and the only times he was with her were, as Shawn said, “to make Y/n jealous”.

you didn’t give two fucks, she knew you didn’t. she didn’t like you not one bit. first you come in and you’re treated like the federation’s priority, then you’re given the women’s title on your debut, everyone seems to really fucking like you and you’re stealing her man who’s not her man now?

too much.

Sunny narrowed her eyes at you, she couldn’t tell if you were leaving Shawn’s room or if you’re about to go in, but your clothes told her a lot. you’re only wearing a big shirt and Shawn wore a snapback and khaki shorts without a shirt.

well, well, well.

“how are you babe?” Sunny asks as she leans in for a hug, she squeezes you for a bit. she looks at you with a slight frown as she passive aggressively interrogates you about your day.

Shawn’s knees were on the verge of giving out from under him. the girl he wants nothing to do with and the girl he’d kill himself trying to get an ounce of attention from in the same place. what kind of hellish dream is this?

“I see you two are …close.” Sunny says eyeing you and Shawn, you and Shawn scramble to explain you don’t really like each other but are in the same friend group. “oh, so are you like hanging out or hanging out?” she asks.

“excuse me?” you make a face, “of course we are!” Shawn chirps, “we’re actually going to Lita’s room right now!”.

who the fuck is we?

“we?” you ask looking at him, “of course we baby!” Shawn smiles, “baby?” Sunny glares at Shawn. Shawn who wanted the floor to crack beneath him and swallow him whole. “yup!” he grabs your hand and pulls you towards the elevator.

“bye Sunnies! see you later! hopefully never!” Shawn mumbled the last part as he pushed you into the elevator.

what the hell was that interaction?

“what are you doing?!” you yank your hand away from Shawn. “this chick won’t leave me alone!” he reasons, you click the button to the sixteenth floor. “I don’t even like her!”. you shrug and shake your head, “that ain’t got nothing to do with me”

“oh, it does” Shawn chuckles. “what?” you ask, Shawn takes off his snapback and runs a hand through his hair before putting it back on. “don’t worry about it.”

“fine.”

it’s silent for a bit, then he speaks up again.

“do you really wanna know?”, of course he cracked. you roll your eyes, “no shit” you huff, “I’ll tell you if you’re nice to me” he crosses his arms over his chest. you look at him confused.

“I am nice to you! I offered to drive you here”

“you drove the whole group here”

“I gave you my food”

“you’re always giving someone something”

“… at least I’m not an asshole to you!”

“you slapped the hair colour off of me three days ago!”

you lean against the gold metal of the elevator, “well, let’s be real here, you deserved that” you point to him. “now tell me!”

“be nice to me first!” he demands, “I am! what more do you want from me?!” and Shawn smirks, aw hail.

“nah man” you wave him off, and he laughs. “nah, I’d rather die” you groan, “you want me so bad” he scoffs. there he goes again with that stupid phrase he uses to annoy you.

“how many times do I need to tell you that I don’t even like you? we’re only here because we have the same friend group.” you reason.

“oh c’mon baby” he steps closer to you, “everyone wants me” he flashes his pretty boy smile. you roll your eyes again, “not everyone” you scoff.

“oh really?” he steps even closer, you push him away and he leans against the opposite wall.

jeez, aren’t you there yet? you look up, tenth floor.

“you’re acting too confident for someone in your position” you say, Shawn chuckles. “too confident?” he asks, you nod as you step closer to him.

“I can do whatever I want to do with you, and you won’t say anything” you smile, you stand right in front of him. you place your hands on his bare chest, they’re a bit cold so they make him inhale sharply. “n-no you w-won’t”

“aww, the pretty boy is stuttering! what is it? cat got your tongue, baby?” you say the nickname back to him. “n-no!” he looks away, you grab his face and force him to look at you.

“you’re not the most subtle person, Michaels.” you begin and Shawn’s eyes widen a bit, “I know you want my attention, actually, you need my attention”.

Shawn gulps, no way.

“close your eyes” you whisper, you’re so close to each other you can almost see his breath hitching his throat. you lean in and Shawn begins panicking.

his hands and sweaty and his knees will buckle in any moment, you weren’t actually going to kiss him, right? right?!

he opens his eyes for a split second and quickly shuts them, and oh lord.

yes way.

he knows that you can hear his heart beating at this point, your lips and so close to each other, so close…

ding!

you giggle and pull away from him, Shawn opens his eyes, he’s breathless and shivering for some reason. you walk towards the door and look at him before leaving.

“you don’t need to tell me, I already know what it is”.

8:20 pm, dressing room.

you’ve changed your clothes into your gear and stood in front of the mirror of the dressing room as you laced up your boots. you were having a good time styling your hair and playing around with makeup, then you heard an agitating, loud noise.

“oh heyyyyy y/n”, you look up through the mirror and the blonde was standing behind you. you roll your eyes as you line your lips, “are you working tonight?” Sunny asked, “‘cause I am”, you look up again as one of your eyebrows are raised.

“really?” you ask, applying lip gloss. she sits on the chair besides yours and sprays enough hairspray to kill a bug infestation. “mhm, I’m working with Taker and Shawn”

your eyes immediately met hers through mirror again, now wait a fucking minute. “seriously?” you ask and she nods. you were confused, pissed off, but more confused. “what do you mean you’re working with them? it’s me, Bret and Owen against Taker, Shawn and Lita” you say.

Sunny smirks, “aw why do you care? are you jealous of me?”. you look at her again and huff before paying attention to your hair.

bingo.

if Sunny could cackle loudly she would, she was trying to get a reaction out of you and she got what she wanted.

“I’m not jealous” you begin and Sunny frowns, “I’m pissed than no one told me they were swapping out Lita for you” you say. Sunny narrows her eyes at you, “what do you mean me?” she asks. you lean back in your seat, “y’know, you can’t wrestle, never took a bump. kinda useless honestly” you explain.

she laughs out loud, “useless?” she asks, “useless?” she asks again. “be real y/n, the only reason you’re here is because Vince wants to beat WCW’s ratings”, it was your turn to laugh loudly.

you’ve actually had enough of this bitch. the amount of time you made yourself the bigger person when she’d try to pick fights with you, the amount of times she was rude to you for no reason, the amount of times you tried to befriend her only for her to put on her “bitchy blonde” act.

not today.

“be real Sunny” you repeat her words, “your only purpose in this company is to keep knobs clean.” and the smile on her face evaporated, “and you don’t seem to be doing a good job considering all the locker room has been on their knees for me” you say putting away the makeup.

“tsk, tsk, tsk” you snicker, “what a shame, at least other women get paid for what you’re doing”, Sunny felt stupid for even trying to begin with you.

“now be a good girl and go clean my championship for me.”

jesus wept.

Sunny stormed out of the room so quickly you almost missed it, and hilariously then. you got and idea.

the room’s door opened and you half expected Sunny to come in but it wasn’t her, it’s was someone else. “hey” he said through a tight lipped smile, “hey Rocky” you greet the man. “how are you?”

“oh I’m okay! just had a match with Hunter, light work y’know” he said sitting on a chair on the other side of the room. “yeah I saw the first five minutes of it, great suplexes by the way” you compliment. “thank you!” he smile.

“why are you sitting to so far away? c’mere” you pat on the chair next to you, The Rock hesitates a bit but he moves next you anyway, he didn’t want to seem like a creep but he’s always looked at you from afar. you’re really fucking pretty to him, and being this close to you… he couldn’t help but stare.

you both talk about your day and the matches on tonight’s card, you like him, he was probably one of the chillest people in the roster, right after Al Snow because no one tops him.

“we should work together after my thing with Taker” you suggest and he tenses up. “you want to work with me?” he asked, you chuckle. “yeah why not?” you ask back.

“I’m nowhere near as good as you are” he begins, “I mean, you’re New Japan’s ace, Antonio Enoki’s golden girl, probably the best women’s champion Vince has ever had” he said and the smile on your face was big. “aw, Rocky”

“no really, I would love to work with you but I need to work on myself first” he explained. “I’ll make you my right hand man, I’ll help you get over with the crowd.” you smile. “like a teacher?” he chuckles.

“exactly that! Y/n’s keys to success; step one: be kinda funny, step two: unclear, and step three: cash money Y/l/n. I don’t know but you’ll get there” you say.

“yes ma’am” he laughs, “now, your first mission as my apprentice, bring me Vince. I think there’s commercial break right now, and I have an idea”

<<9:19 pm>>

“are you-… are you serious?” you asked, you were in a random storage room with Owen. your voice came out more nasal as you had pinched your nostrils shut. “yup!” Owen smile, “and I’m so excited you don’t even know”

you look at each other then back at the buckets in front of you. disgusting. what’s disgusting?

pig shit.

you specifically asked for you and Owen to pull “one of your pranks” solely for shits and gigs, you were both rightfully excited but maybe the animal feces were a bit overkill. Vince was excited when you told him about your plan but this was… something.

“so we’ll have some staff set this up above the ring, and we’ll dump it when’s it’s time” Owen explained. “what if it misses and falls on us?” you ask, “we’re gonna be on the ramp, remember?” Owen says.

“…right”

you quickly left the room as you didn’t want the smell to linger on your clothes. you’re walking down the hallway when you bump into someone, “damn” you look at them, it’s Al Snow!

“oh, hey man” you say, “you good? you weren’t really looking in front of you” he looks at your head concerned. you shake your head, “I’m fine, but you’re built a mountain, jeez that was rough”

“why thank you, pretty” he laughs. “does my gear look alright?” you were concerned about whether or not the pig shit found its way to your clothes. “pfft, you look good” Al scoffs, “no, wait. I mean, your clothes look okay, no they look great” he corrects himself, you raise an eyebrow.

“I mean, you look good too! and your clothes- gear looks just okay! I mean great! wait-”

“I got the memo, Al” you laugh patting his shoulder before walking along. “talk! learn how to talk to her!” he whispered to himself.

10:23 pm, Raw <Live>

“Tag! Y/n is legal” Jim Ross bellows.

the crowd popped loudly, you were finally face to face with The Undertaker in the ring, weeks of storytelling and tension building up, but no one was dumb enough to believe you were putting an end to it here. they’re wrestling fans after all, they’re used to having their face spat on.

you quickly began running the ropes before hitting him with your signature frankinstiener and the crowd cheered again. the referee quickly separated you two and Taker tagged Sunny, there was audible groans throughout the crowd. relatable.

this mix of people made sense. you, Taker, Shawn, The Hart brothers and… of all people? …Sunny? both Lita and Luna Vachon are on Taker’s team, why is Sunny suddenly in the mix?

making quick work of her, you powerbomb her. you climb the ropes and pull Shawn over into a suplex. as Shawn lay on the mat holding his back you tag in Bret, he locks Shawn in a sharpshooter while you lock Sunny in one. if she taps your team wins, she’s the legal one after all.

Taker then interferes which causes Owen to run in and hit him with a clothesline, it quickly gets messy as the crowd cheers for the brawl that materializes.

after a bit of fighting back and forth, you and the Harts leave the ring, and Taker’s team are given a count out win. the crowd boos as the bell rings, you grab a microphone.

“you didn’t win this one, deadman. come find me when have someone I can actually wrestle on your team” you point to Sunny, and “ooo”s erupt from the crowd.

“but until then, enjoy your shitty win, fuckers”

suddenly, smelly brown liquid rained onto the three and the crowd went wild. Taker and Shawn were flabbergasted while Sunny stood there screaming bloody murder. the usually good looking diva was stuck covered in pig shit and wailing like a child.

what made you feel joy from within you was how Taker, Shawn and Sunny didn’t about the gift you and Owen brought with you, but Sunny’s reaction was the best.

just what she deserves.

before you could even reach behind the curtains, you could hear Vince laughing uproariously. of course, of course he thinks poop jokes are funny.

“what do you think of that?” Owen giggled, and Vince laughed some more. “wonderful!” he laughed, “wonderful bullocks!”

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[rainchyna]

⌗ ˚ ͙◌˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝐉𝐄𝐅𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐘 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟗𝟎𝘀˖ ࣪ .ִֶָ

warnings! [substance use is mentioned, fluff, i love him, blip of smut, language]

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– he was always kinda quite around you which made you think that he didn’t like you at first, but later on he told you that he always tried to listen to you as much as he can because he cared for your thoughts and opinions.

– he found you really interesting, just the way you viewed life and the way you looked at people.

– he found you really interesting, just the way you viewed life and the way you looked at people.

– he’d always admire you for a distance. he’d always found you extremely attractive, very beautiful and he’d let you know, constantly complementing you was his thing.

– you’ve always known that at some point you were gonna fall for jeff. you’ve had several guy friends but he was special. he treated you like you were a literal angel, always been protective of you, really caring and knows how to make you genuinely smile and has been one of the most supportive people towards anything you’ve done.

– it wasn’t until you you had a mixed tag team match with him against christian and jaqueline. you had won that match and later that night you went out to celebrate at a bar with some friends. the whole night, you and jeff were in your own bubble, talking to each other about everything you possibly can, even those who looked for afar saw the sparks flying. feelings hit you both like train.

– backstage, everyone could tell you really, really like each other. it was really obvious. from hanging out in the hallways, to walking around the building together, over the top flirting, soooo much touching.

– always has a hand on your waist, wrapped around your shoulder, hugs whenever you were in his reach. you’d do thing we’re you’d grab his face and make him look into your eyes, slowly smiling. it would fluster him every. single. time.

– you’d go on a lot of dates, we’ll not really dates, jeff would be like ‘i know a spot’ and you’d follow him around all smiley and excited.

– eventually, he asked you to be his girlfriend, you’re like

‘☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆ y e s’

– when i tell you, he is the softest baby when it comes to you, he really is.

– he is so gentle with you

– always giving you light kisses on your forehead, kisses on your knuckles, arms around you.

– isn’t really all that when it comes to pda

– matching tattoos (mind = running laps)

– matching hair colours

– being known as that team that’s always doing the most extra moves in ring.

– “darlin’”, “pretty”, “honey”, “doll” :,(

– always asks for your help when doing his face’s paint or choosing what colour to dye his hair next.

– goes to hell and back to convince creative to let you be a tag team.

– l o v e s hugging you, literally wants nothing but to hold you in his arms and keep you safe. he’s also really protective of you because you’re his baby and he wants nothing to hurt or see you upset.

– he is the little spoon and you deadass can not convince me otherwise. any opportunity he gets, he’ll lay on you with his head on your chest, or in the crook of your neck. will literally turn into putty in your lap if you rub his back. wraps his arms tightly around your waist to feel you as close as possible.

– he would never admit it but he’s so fucking whipped for you, especially when he was younger. he’d carry polaroids of you in his wallet, a tiny photo of you in a locket that he never takes off, you also constantly on his mind. he’d literally zone out thinking about you.

– he’s always faced problems with staying clean and sober due to his addiction and you being there for him when he needed you the most has solidified you place deep in his heart. your loyalty is what he loves and appreciates most about you.

– pulling pranks on matt because why not

– “i’m getting a tattoo of your name”

– making out in your locker room

– him seducing you into letting him paint your face

– is whiny, and will demand kisses.

– has convinced you to get an eyebrow slit before.

– i feel like this man gives really nice massages, and he uses them on you whenever he wants you to relax. big, strong hands gently rubbing your back and neck.

– “i found this earring and it reminded me of you”

– literally the sweetest ever.

– will drag you everywhere he goes. catering? your chair is next to his. rehearsal? you’re watching him by ringside. in bed? you bet your fucking ass he’s laying on top of you. doing your makeup? he’s watching you, totally fascinated by how you can do your eyeliner in one try. sitting down? his lap is the chair you’re on. hotel? trivago.

– jealousy, bro-

– you can sometimes literally see the rage in his eyes. you’re convinced steam is going to come out of nose and ears someday. he once saw you laughing with randy orton, made him so pissed, vince almost made it into a story line.

– jealousy and/or angry sex. do with that what you will.

–381/10 boyfriend, definitely recommend

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[rainchyna]

𓆩♡𓆪 episode eleven: She’s evil, most definitely.

10:00 am, dressing room.

you didn’t expect everyone backstage to be this calm and collected on Summer Slam day. considering the way chaos is in the air during Raw tapings, this was… something.

you look up at the mirror and smile, you were ditching the blonde hair today, well not entirely. you were keeping two strips at the front blonde while the rest of your hair was going to be jet black.

dying your hair was always fun, especially when it was a decision made on a whim.

“call me when it starts burning” the stylist said, you close your eyes for a second hoping to take a nap. it was quite for a bit and the place was bit cold, you could feel yourself beginning to drift away, head slightly tilting to the side.

“Y/nnnnn!”

your eyes shot open, you look at the mirror and focus on who’s behind you, “hm, Shawn…” you mumble. your eyes were slightly red, Shawn sits beside you. “dying your hair too?” you ask closing your eyes again, “nah, just a haircut” he said. you hum, Shawn leans back in his seat, he tilts his head back and looks at you, admiring you.

you were so damn pretty to him.

“you got gear for the show?” you ask, Shawn huffs. “this one time I actually don't” he sighs. you turn to look at him, "Shawn Michaels? at a pay-per-view without extravagant gear?" you ask, Shawn nods. "sadly" he pouts. you turn away and laugh, "what world is this?"

she’s so beautiful he thought...

"do you have special gear?" he asked, "yeah man! it's my first pay-per-view here, of course I'm gonna extra" you say. "you're getting your hair done? and you have special gear? damn I should do something" Shawn laughed.

"I more excited about the matches later" you smile, Shawn sits up, "that tag team match is about to the best fuckin' match of the whole show" he boasted, "the best triple tag match anyone will ever see!"

"of course it will be as long as someone doesn't throw a tantrum mid-match" you side eyed him. Shawn gasped, "I don't who you're talking about" he looked, "a certain someone" you poke his arm.

It was so nice. finally being able to have a proper friendly conversation with Shawn without being up each other's throats all the time.

"Is this certain someone with us in the room?" he remarks, "oh yeah, you wouldn't know anything about that kind of behavior" you joke. "I obviously wouldn't! I'm good!"

"yeah, yeah, you're a good boy we know"

the praise made Shawn suddenly feel flustered, especially coming for you. he wanted to hear it again, and again and again. oh, the things you do to him...

"Adrian!" you call out, "it's burning!

2:22 pm, y/n's locker room.

you were changing your boots' laces, switching the plain black ones for a deeper red pair of laces. you wanted everything in your gear to match for the show later, everything.

you were nervous about the show later, you have not one but two matches on tonight's card, there's no room for botching anything or getting injured. the show has to be perfect tonight, your first Summer Slam has to deliver.

it must.

you were quickly drowning in your own thoughts, thoughts of the pay-per-view later, visions of the crowd cheering for you, finally wrapping a feud that's been going since June, holding your championship up high as you enter the arena. making history.

making history.

you still remember your promise to Alundra, word by word, you promised her to make a change and here you were, about to make literal history.

tonight was going to be the night you make history. you, Chyna and Lita were going to be the first women to compete in a triple threat match, you were going to be the first women to headline a pay-per-view, the first women to main event Summer Slam.

the first.

it will soon be your moment, all yours.

the sound of the door shutting behind you snapped you back into reality. you look back, it's Hunter. "oh hey" you smile as you approach him, he brings you in for a long hug. Hunter's been really busy the past couple of days, Vince has been giving him a push into the main stage, his schedule changed drastically and you've barely seen him recently.

"I missed you so much" he mumbles into your shoulder, you smile more. "I missed you more"

Hunter pulls away and only then do you notice the things he's holding in his hands, they almost immediately melt your heart. In one hand he's holding a boquette of black and red roses wrapped with beige ribbon, and in the other hand a little beige box.

"I got these for you" he hands you the flowers, you grab the little white card that was in the middle of the flowers to read it.

Congratulation on your main event angel xx

"no, Hunter you didn't need to do all this" you smile even harder, "oh wait, there's more" he said handing you the box.

"hello?" you ask

you examine the box a bit, you immediately recognized the print. Saturn with a cross on top, you open the box and it contained a pouch with the same logo. "It reminded me off you when I first saw it" Hunter said, you pull out a pearl choker and your lips slightly part, "I had to get it".

"why'd you do this?" you quietly ask.

Hunter chuckles as he takes the necklace out of your hands, placing it around your neck, "gotta get something for my special girl, right?" he asks.

he clips on the necklace and your fingers touch the cold golden Saturn in the middle, you turn around to face him, "Is it pretty on me?" you ask with a smile. Hunter smiles back at you, "you make it look better", lifting your chin up with his finger, Hunter goes in for a kiss.

"y/n?" he pulls away.

"hm?" you look up at him with half lidded eyes.

"will you be my girlfriend?"

4:45 pm, cafeteria.

Lita was basically vibrating in her seat with energy and excitement, it was both adorable and contagious because Chyna soon joined her. Lita's hair was the brightest shade of red it's been in a while, looks like everyone's getting their hair freshly dyed today.

"it's so exciting knowing were doing this, but the fact that we're just getting around to this is kinda sad" Chyna said. "yeah" you agreed, "you know, I was thinking earlier, what if I invite Alundra?" you suggest.

both girls look at you concerned, "sweetheart, as heartwarming as that is, if Vince finds out that you brought her after she left for the competition he will probably start foaming at the mouth" Chyna said as Lita nods.

understandable.

"hm" you hum.

"that aside, I have shit y'all need to hear, Y/n, honey, put your hearing ears on" Lita says, you and Chyna lean to her.

"Sunny has been spreading rumors about you" Lita starts.

jesus, here we go again.

"is this chick okay? like genuinely?" Chyna asks, "let me know when you find out" you rolls your eyes. "apparently she's been telling people backstage about how much of a dickhead you are, that you're a bitch and you're egotistical and everything's getting to your head, just talking shit" Lita explained.

"oh my god, who told you?" Chyna asks, "Owen" Lita says, "she's been saying that shit around the guys obviously" she added.

"there's no way she's not tired of this grade seven shit, cause I know I am" you lean back into your seat. "and, because there's more" Lita says.

"and?" Chyna asks, "there's more?"

Lita nods, "I literally read this with my own eyes, she had an interview with some magazine where she bashed the hell outta you" she explained. "she kept saying that you're not a good champion, and that you didn't deserve the belt and that, it just pissed me off"

for some reason that made you laugh out loud, "are pigs flying? Sunny is questioning me?" you ask, "the furthest she'll ever make it is under Vince's desk. put her in a match with me and she'll cry every time she sees a ring after" you laugh again.

Chyna puts her hand on your shoulder, a small smirk played with her lips. "leave her to me, trust me" she says. "oh, gladly" you say getting up.

"where are you going?" Lita asks

"to call Alundra, I got an idea"

8:24 pm, arena.

you were sneaking Alundra Blayze into the arena.

it’s not there’s other choices that could’ve been made.

Alundra was dressed like a grandma, complete with white and grey wig under a headscarf and a wooden cane. she wore huge glasses that made her face look small and layers of clothing to hide her muscles, she was walking with her back hunched over. she even went as far a wearing makeup that was badly creasing to resemble wrinkles, she was almost unrecognizable.

"are you sure this is safe?" Alundra asks, "yeah!" you reassure, "we got Owen out on the look out in the hallway to the locker rooms".

you enter the building quietly and shut the door behind you, "what if Vince, or anyone catches us?" Alundra asks, you didn't really think about what would happen if someone catches you.

"guess we'll have to see who's the best at improvising" Chyna answers, you three make your way down the seemingly endless hallway, the place her wasn't noisy, but you could here staff walking around and talking in the distance.

you're almost there, you can see the locker rooms but they're still far away. "I'm proud of you girls" Alundra says, "it's because of women like you we're able to do this Chyna says. "see, our promise is still alive and well" you smile. you three quietly talk about your matches later in the show.

until you see Owen sprinting towards you.

oh, for fuck's sake.

"VINCE IS ON HIS WAY TO YOU!" he whisper yells, you stop in your tracks wide eyes. "he what?" you ask, "he's looking for you specifically" Owen says. you sigh loudly. "what do we do now?" Chyna asks.

"oh, y/n, I was looking for you"

your locker room is right there.

everyone looks behind Owen and was Vince standing. Vince immediately looks down at Alundra, "I believe we've never met?" he narrows his eyes. "this is uhm, my grandma! she wanted to come see the show!" you blurt.

"oh sweet! nice to meet you Mrs.. uh?" Vince sticks his hand out to shake hers. "Westwood!" you say, then awkwardly chuckle, "she's sick and lost her voice". Vince looks at you, then Alundra, then you again then back Alundra. "well, it's nice meeting you ma'am" he says.

"she has to go sit down" Owen says as he opens the door to your locker room, "yeah, uhm, her knees aren't the best" Chyna says as she walks Alundra in. "there's always space for an extra front row seat if she wants, y'know?" Vince offers.

"sweet of you, but she doesn't really like people" you say. "uhm, you were looking for me?" you ask as you close your locker room's door leaving Alundra with Owen and Chyna.

"yes! I know you're not a fan of the biggest fan last minute changes but I have something that may interest you" he says.

10:45 pm, backstage.

Vince wanted to know if the fans would cheer for a heel champion, he wanted to turn you heel. you thought it was still relatively early to turn you but he ended up talking you into it regardless, and here you were, regretting you decision.

you hated the idea.

you hated how you were going to turn, it'll seem so out of nowhere. the fans have established you as their babyface. it'll be so confusing for them, what if they feel betrayed?

you hated how you were going to turn so much, should you tell someone? you should definitely tell someone. but were you allowed to tell anyone?

you suddenly zone back in by the sound of the fans cheering, you look up at the t.v in front of you, Steve had won his match against Bret, and you missed the finisher. you sigh.

wait.

you look back at the t.v and realize, Steve and Bret just finished their match. you were up next.

you were next.

you look down at yourself, you were so excited to finally put on this gear when you first saw it this morning. you wore a gorgeous deep red corset top that had golden details and accents with black and red lace and leather skirt with sorts underneath to avoid wardrobe malfunctions. you wore pearl drop earrings and the necklace Hunter got you and your normal boots and gloves, but to top it all off you wore a black and red leather and lace bolero with chains.

now you don't even want to go out there and perform.

you drag your feet down the hallway towards gorilla with so much weight on your shoulders, you might as well faceplant into the floor. you were the last to enter gorilla, Shawn, Taker and Luna were stood on one side and Owen was waiting for you.

"Bret won't perform, he injury is too severe" a staff member said, you look at Vince who was sat by a monitor, glasses sitting at his nose bridge, "what are we gonna do?" you ask, he looks at you then back at the monitor, "we'll send someone out there, don't worry". how is he able to be so relaxed in a moment like this?

you open your mouth to something but immediately close when staff begin playing the Undertaker's theme.

great, now the show is falsely advertising a match.

are you even able to do this? an unwanted heel turn and two matches back to back? pfft.

<<11:00 PM, SUMMERSLAM LIVE>>

THE UNDERTAKER, SHAWN MICHALES AND LUNA VACHON

VS.

[YOURNAME LONGNAME] AND OWEN HART

the arena went dark with no lights in sight, suddenly a spot light is turned on and singular man is standing on the ramp. the man was holding a violin.

the fans listened closely as he began playing a song, it sounded familiar, very familiar especially the last cords. then he stopped playing, the fans cheered and clapped for his talent.

your name flashed across the titantron with a bright red font, then a theme song began playing, not any theme song, the theme song.

your Japanese theme song is back and is better than ever.

those who watched your new japan work were instantly going crazy, japan y/n was something special, and those who never had the joy of watching your matches then, are in for a treat.

you walked down the ramp as the fans sang your old song, you were shocked at how many knew the melody and loudly sung it. you bowed down to the violinist, showing your gratitude and respect for him, and when you lifted your head up, only then did you realize the amount of Japanese fans in attendance.

it brought tears to your eyes in the moment, they were your first supporters and they came to show their support during your first pay-per-view with the WWF, they will always hold a special place in your heart.

you enter the ring and the crowd doesn't get any quieter, Owen waled up to you and explained how you were going to call the match on the spot due to Bret's absence.

the fans watched as the referee talked to both teams, seemingly discussing something, then the referee walks over to the announce table and just from the hand gesture he was making, the fans could tell.

the match was being called off.

Jim Ross and The King both look at each other baffled before King is handed a microphone. both you and The Undertaker look at each other confused, Jerry enters the ring and stands in the between you and Taker.

"I've just been made aware that due to the imbalance between the teams, unfortunately, the match will have to be cancelled" he announces.

and the boos never stopped.

everyone in the ring looked around, completely baffled. what were you going to do? Shawn and Taker began arguing with each other and it seems to have gotten either disrespectful or just out of control, it quickly turned into a shoving competition but the referee and Jerry quickly separated them.

fucking hell.

the arena suddenly went dark again, then a theme song began playing.

The Macho Man's theme song began playing.

the crowd popped massively for him as he ran down the ramp towards the ring, Randy walked past you and Owen and straight to Jerry who handed him the microphone.

"when the teams were picked out, a two months ago, I the guy who was floating around without a team, just here, no rhyme nor a reason. but I think I've chosen who I want to wrestle with" he said.

Randy turns to you and Owen, "I think you two can use some help!".

you shake hands and the Jerry slides out of the ring and the referee calls for the bell to be rung.

the match was on.

and what a match it was.

Randy started out first and immediately went for the Undertaker, it was dream pair and a dream match. these two were both incredibly talented and they made the best out of their time together. Randy tagged you in and Taker brought in Luna.

you two were another dream duo, you hit Luna with your signature hurricanrana and Luna got to show off how crazy she can be. however, the match quickly descended into madness when Luna pinned you and Owen ran in to break up the pin. that's when Shawn jumped in and began hitting Owen.

you tagged in Owen, making him the legal man on your team. Shawn wasn't tagged in. Luna was legal. the referee managed to get Shawn out of the ring, but Luna was punching and attacking a very confused Owen and crowed loudly cheered for her.

Shawn once again jumped in and tagged himself in my tapping on Luna's shoulder, who had to be pulled away from Owen by the referee. however, Shawn and Taker's problem from earlier seemed to have gotten in the way as Taker began yelling at him from outside the ring. Shawn ignored him as him and Owen began wrestling eachother.

Owen then tagged you in before power bombing Shawn, he then set Shawn up on the turnbuckle. you got up on the opposite turnbuckle, this was going to take precision, you took in a deep breath.

you ran across the top rope towards Shawn, then hit a running hurricanrana on him that landed on the outside near the railing. the crowd pop huge for this.

the American crowd has never seen anything like this! running across the top rope? insanity. the Japanese fans have seen you do this move millions of times, yet they still cheered for you.

in the ring Randy and Taker got into it, and Randy managed to land an elbow drop on taker. while Shawn lay out on the floor, you slid into the ring and Luna attacked you again.

Shawn and Owen got into the ring, and began fighting his own teammates, screaming about how he was the legal man. you, Owen and Randy look at each other confused before letting Owen take control.

Taker grabbed Shawn and Put him in a tombstone piledriver, the crowd popped for them, but they were also confused. who turned on who?

Taker then slapped Shawn's back, tagging himself in. Shawn slipped out of the ring and onto the floor as the match continued.

as much as no one wanted his to happen, Taker had Owen in a pin, the referee began counting. one, two..

those in the crowd stood up.

no way.

The Undertaker was going to win?

right before the third count, you jumped in to break up the pin but Luna stopped you, then surprisingly, Shawn hit Taker's with a steel chair to his back and the crowd cheered.

you uppercut Luna knocking her out, Shawn stood in front of Taker who was laying on the mat, steel chair in hand. he then smiled at you, and smiled at him.

the fans stood there baffled as they watched you and Shawn embrace each other, then kiss.

oh you’re evil, most definitely.

Shawn Michaels was on your side all along.

11:00 pm, SUMMERSLAM mainevent.

you were still concerned over how the fans would react to you as a heel, even though not even ten minutes ago they showed that they would be supportive of you.

for the first time in your career you felt insecure over a role you were playing.

it was odd, but you tried to not let it get in the way of your performance. you were staring into the crowd as they cheered, but you couldn’t hear anything, everything was in slow motion and you felt a chill go down your spine as soon as you heard your name be announced.

“the following match and the main event of tonight is a triple threat match for the WWF’s women’s championship!”

the match is going to begin in any minute, Lita stood in a corner and Chyna stood in another. they both could tell that you were completely out of it as they exchanged worries glances.

you can literally hear the fans’ reassurance, they were cheering for you. there shouldn’t be a reason for why you feel so down.

it felt like everything was completely shattered by something so stupid.

this is your time, you can’t afford to let this cost you your first main event in the WWF. it took so much to convince Vince to let this happen, you can’t let him down, you can’t let the fans down, some who literally flew overseas to come see you.

you can’t let Chyna and Lita down, this was their moment too.

so you tried your best, and once the bell rang you put your mind to one thing.

you were here to wrestle, you’re here to put on a show. you’re here to do what you love.

the match started and it seemed like you and Chyna were going to gang up on Lita, she was on your team after all, but boy that was nowhere near what happened.

Chyna immediately picked you up and delivered a powerbomb, turning on you causing the crowd to go wild.

Lita took advantage of Chyna’s betrayal and while you two bickered, she leaped off of the top rope hitting you both with a frog splash. everything quickly picked up from there. Chyna was wowing the crowd with her incredible indurance and powerhouse like strength while Lita put everyone on the edge of their seats with her devilish high spots and dives.

if this match was trying to say something, it was definitely about how you three can put on a show and tear the house down. you were more than capable of completely outshining your male peers who seemed to be more privileged than you.

you three were absolute stars.

the best, however, was yet to come. the closing sequence was clearly taking place, both Lita and Chyna were laid out on the match from exhaustion. you muster up all the strength that’s left in your body and climb on the top rope.

this will get a reaction out of them.

you jump, and for the first time ever, at least on American television, you hit a shooting star press which makes the crowd go absolutely wild. you smile to yourself as you land on top of Lita.

your smile only grows as you and Chyna both rise from the mat, you go back to the top rope that’s across from Chyna. your Japanese viewers knew this too well, but once again, for the first time on American television, you were debuting a new move.

as you tried to maintain your balance on the turnbuckle, the thoughts of self doubt began resurfacing again.

you look around you for a second before closing your eyes.

you inhale.

this is what you’re meant to do, you were born for this.

you open your eyes and look at Chyna, who gives you an invisible nod. you balance yourself and steadily run across half of the top rope before before wrapping your legs around Chyna hitting a hurricanrana on her.

the three of you were sprawled on the mat breathing heavily as the crowd melted onto themselves.

they’ve never seen anything like this! and from a woman too? insanity.

you crawl to Lita, dragging her on top of Chyna then double pinning them.

the crowd counted along with the referee.

“1!2!3!” and the bell rang.

and just like that, history was made.

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𓆩♡𓆪 episode five: WRESTLING WAR I.

i fought for my life so that y’all can see this so y’all better like it because we will fight >:( this ep is pretty uneventful apart from the promo but it’s kinda boring so i don’t blame y’all if you don’t like it LMAO we could’ve had FOUR EPISODES by now but tumblr stay being the biggest mf opp

6:47 am, training.

the nWo formed two days ago.

it’s been a really long time since you’ve last seen producers, writers, Vince and others be so panicked. it all happened so quickly too, the last thing anyone expected was for Hulk to be the the third man of the faction. it’s not like they can change anything now.

a day that has training usually starts at five for you and Bret. when you both arrived, Randy was there too. the place was a mess. there were a lot of employees running by, paperwork for upcoming storylines was being thrown around, rooms being turned into meeting halls. Randy explained that Vince, apparently, had trapped some people with him since last night and they’ve been writing and rewriting Raw for hours.

“I’ve never seen him so stressed” Bret said as he laced up his boots again, “it’s like his whole head of hair turned white overnight”. you hum, laid out on the ring mat. this meant a lot for you, you had to reinvent your character. introduce new moves, come up with some catchphrases, design some proper ring gear. last thing you need right now is for the audience to get bored of you.

“y’know” you sat up, “back in Japan, when I was in a mixed team with Shinya, we used to do this move where he’d power bomb someone then set them up on the turnbuckle, then I’d hit a running frankensteiner out in the concrete. do you think that would be too much if i do it here?” you ask.

“you worked with Shinya Hashimoto?!” Randy asked, “yeah?” you answer, “didn’t you know that?” you ask. Randy shrugged, “mixed matches are basically unheard of here” he says. can’t blame him, he’s right.

“I don’t think it’ll be too much, considering what will happen for this next period of time. I think Vince will be open to any type of exciting change” Bret says.

you began thinking of new things to add to your character and ways to introduce yourself to the fans, because up until now your gimmick just seems to be a shell of who you were in Japan. maybe you should just use your first name? or talk a certain way? maybe a major gimmick change! hm…

“Y/n?!” Bret called out for you, “huh?” you were zoned out. you look at him and there suddenly was a wild Vince Mcmahon standing outside the ring. his appearance made you jump a little, his hair was an absolute mess, his under eyes were dark and his eyes were red. his button up was wrinkly and the stress of work was showing on him.

“are you okay?” you ask, he nods with a hum as he rubs his temples. “I need all three of you in the office” he says, voice raspier than usual.

as you four walk towards the office you feared the worse, it was obvious that Vince was not in a great in mood at all. you were scared he’d ask you to do something stupid, or to change your gimmick and make a joke out of you.

you exhale, it was Vince McMahon. only so much can go wrong.

Vince begins scrambling for some papers as soon as you enter the office, you, Bret and Randy cram into a random couch in the room. it was something you guys always unconsciously did, cramming in one spot when there’s plenty of room around you.

“here” Vince hands you a paper, you quickly grab it and both men lean in with you to read as well. you frown, the paper was split into two parts, and names were arranged in columns and rows. Vince had picked out the teams for you and Taker.

“I thought you were going to let us pick out our own teammates..?” you half ask, it’s not like you hated your teammates, but you would’ve liked to have picked them out yourself.

“well, they’ve already been selected.” Vince said. you wanted to make him let you pick, but you didn’t want to argue with him today. “okay” you respond.

“why is my name on there?” Randy asked, “wouldn’t that be unfair to the other team?”

“don’t worry, I have a plan for you” Vince said.

please let this go well.

“for tonight’s Raw, I wanna see if you can do an unscripted promo. Taker’s part has been printed out but we left your lines out of his version.” Vince says sitting behind his desk.

“are you sure?” you ask, he nods. “I wanna see if you’re as reliable on a mic as you are in the ring” he explains.

please let this go well.

“okay”

10:22 am, y/n’s locker room.

“which one goes better with my shorts?” you ask holding up two tops in front of your mirror, both strapless, one is red leather and the other black denim.

“hello?” you look behind you, Steve had passed out on the couch while Owen was trying to shove what looked like a pen up his nose. “guys!”

Steve loudly snores himself awake while Owen immediately tries to look innocent. “you’re really not helping” you put the clothes down. “w-what? no, no, I am” Steve sits up, you roll your eyes. “you fell asleep” Owen says, “and you were trying to put a pen up his nose!” you flip on a chair near you.

Steve turns to smack Owen but you quickly jump between them, “you touch my baby, and I’ll smack the accent out of your speech” you threaten while Owen sticks his tongue out at Steve. “whaddya need help with anyway?” Steve asked.

“I wanted to know what I should wear for tonight’s segment” you say, “hasn’t your official gear come in yet?” Owen asks and you shake your head. “that red shirt looks alright” Steve points to your pile of clothes that was almost on the floor. “this one?” you pick it up.

“yeah” he nods, “what do you think Owen?” you ask the blond, “yeah, I think it’ll look cool, wear it with dark pants” he suggests.

“should I wear heels?” you ask, “high heels?” they both ask. “aren’t they a bit impractical?” Steve asks, “yeah, but we’re only doing a promo later, I’m not wrestling tonight” you reason. they both shrug, “go for it” Steve says.

you put on the outfit and your shoes, then unintentionally started an argument about cowboy hats between a texan and a canadian. Steve was raging about how you should wear a white one because it’s ‘classic’ and Owen wanted you to wear a red one to match your shoes.

never in your life did you ever think you’d hear Steve call Owen ‘maple syrup boy’.

“and what the hell do you know about cowboy hats, boy?!” Steve spat, “more than ya fuckin’ do!” Owen faked a southern accent. “guys?” you interrupt, “a red one would look better!” Owen said, “the hell it ain’t” Steve crossed his arms.

“guys!” you yell, they finally pay attention to you. “there’s hats of all colours in the dressing room” you explain. Owen gets up and grabs your arm, “then we’ll go and see which one looks better” he says.

hilariously, they’re both angrily stomping their way to the dressing room with you following closely behind them.

the door flies open and thank god there’s only two people in the room, it was Bret and Randy. y’all would’ve looked crazy in anyone else’s eyes.

as both men continue to argue while pulling out random hats from the accessories’ closet, Bret and Randy look at them confused, as if you could explain anything without them giving you their ‘really?’ faces.

you go and stand next to them, “Vince rewrote Raw” Bret said, your eyes widen as you look at him. “what do you mean he rewrote it?” you ask. you were supposed to be improvising, you weren’t worried that much, but you still wanted to know. “he printed you a promo I think” he added.

now you needed to know.

“when did he do that?” you ask, “like an hour ago” Randy said, “and why didn’t he tell me?” you sigh. “you should talk to him, me and Steve have a match later and he rescheduled it like five or six times so far” Bret explained.

you groan, head falling into the palm of your hand. “no I insist!” Steve’s voice bellowed behind you, a white cowboy hat was suddenly placed aggressively on your head. “not now, Austin” you mumble. “he rescheduled our match again” Bret told him, “jeez, what’s going on with him today?” Steve asks.

you leave the dressing room and head towards the office, heels clicking against the floor. the place was quite, it was still relatively early, only staff in sight. you knock the office’s door before entering. Vince, Pat and a producer were in the room, papers were scattered everywhere, and the atmosphere was tense.

“am I interrupting something?” you close the door behind you, the staff member excuses himself before walking past you and exiting the room. “no, not really” Pat said.

“I heard you changed tonight’s episode” you began, “ah, right. I forgot to tell you” Vince said as he shut his eyes and rubbed his temples. he picked up a paper and held it out in your direction.

you grab the paper examining it, “keep it with you” Pat began, “we still don’t know if we should let you improvise just yet” he adds. you sigh once more, “the decision is still not set though” Vince says. what the hell?

do they want you to improvise or not?

“I guess..”

you didn’t want to start anything with Vince today, the man seems to be going through it. you began walking back towards the door, “y/n” Vince stopped you, “please do your best tonight”, you raise an eyebrow before quickly nodding. “of course” you smile. “nice hat by the way”.

you wanted to grab some coffee to rehearse your lines with since you were feeling a bit tired. you immediately notice Chyna and Lita sitting at a table having breakfast. “where have you two been?” you ask as you sit at their table.

“we just arrived” Lita explained, “and I heard Vince is not having a good day” she adds as she pokes around her pancakes. “oh trust me, he not” you chuckle as you begin reading your lines.

it was generic promo, nothing too crazy, apart from making fun of Taker every now and then. “love the outfit by the way, especially the hat” Chyna said as she drank some orange juice, “you should’ve seen the war that happened for me to wear it” you respond.

“war?” Lita laughs, you nod.

you three just continue chatting and talking about your day, which was a bit hectic so far. “y’all wanna go out later?” you ask, “I don’t really have anything later”. Lita hums with a mouthful, nodding her head. “yeah, this day’s been quite something” Chyna says, “true honestly, Vince is going off of rage autopilot” Lita adds.

the man is clearly trying to get rid of the kiddy, family friendly taste the WWF has to counter the nWo’s renegade antics. every once in a while you could hear him yelling about something being ‘not controversial enough!’.

poor Vince, someone get him an ice cream.

“so a bar later?” Chyna asks, “yeah” you all agree.

3:21 pm, dressing room.

what was it with you and Shawn always being the dressing room together? it felt like you were destined to meet every time here.

“are you following me?” Shawn asked, you slowly turn to him giving him a mean side eye. “I came here first..?” you say putting down your blush palette. you did a plain look today, basic base and some highlight. you added three red rhinestones to the outer corner of your eyes.

“you’re always here when I’m here” he said, brushing his hair. “coincidences happen” you spray your face with setting spray. “nah, I think you’re following me” he reassures and you roll your eyes.

“why would I follow you?” you ask, “’cause you want me” he smirks as he flexes in front of the mirror, ‘I swear my eyes will fall out of my head’ you think. how many times do you have to go over this conversation?

you groan loudly then breath out, calming down. “for the last time Shawn, I don’t want you” you explain. “eeehhh, they all say that at first” he laughs. “annoying ass bitch” you mumble.

you grab a random hairbrush and before you can touch your hair, Shawn immediately grabs it out of your hand. you groan, “give that back! why do you always take my stuff, man?!” you try to swat it away from him, but fail.

“I wanna brush my hair!” he laughs, “you just did your hair!” you pull on his arms, “Shawn give it back!”

he grabs one of your arms and pulls it behind your back, “Michaels, I swear to god-” you begin, he chuckled. “what are you gonna do, hm?” you wriggle in his hold.

“just give me the fucking brush back” you push against him, “or what?” he asks. you roll your eyes,

“Shawn” you warn, “pretty girl” he taunts.

you manage to break away from him and hit with a half assed upper cut. he quickly lets go of the brush and you grab it away from him. “stop with this highschool jock shit, I will break your fucking nose” you threaten.

“I’d love if you do that” he smirks, you stare at his stupidly punchable face, you raise your finger to say some smart shit but stay quite.

“you’re really fucking annoying” you mutter, he steps closer to you and pushes some hair behind your ear, “and you’re really fucking pretty” he says.

pushing him away, you roll your eyes again.

10:28 pm, RAW <Live>

you were in the main event tonight, the last half hour is all yours. the segment tonight was to determine you and Taker’s groups. simple.

you were rightfully very excited, this was your first feud and you were going up against the big leagues, this was going to be fun. everyone was crammed in gorilla, you look back at the men and women and you slightly cringe. get nice and cozy in there guys and pray that each one of you showered, because they’re about to be here for a long time.

you felt giddy, the type of happiness that had you giggling to yourself. Taker clearly noticed, your energy was quite infectious and he couldn’t help but crack a smile himself. “well, someone’s happy” he crossed his arms. “dude, this is gonna be cool as fuck” you smile, there’s a sudden tug on your arm and you’re yanked to side.

“y/n listen” it was Vince, he startled the hell out of you. “fuckin’ hell, Vince” you place a hand over your chest. “the promo we gave you earlier? forget about it” he said, and you look at him wide eyed, “what?” you ask. he nods, “I want you to improvise” he explains.

your mind immediately felt like that fuzzy, black and white screen that a t.v displays when he it’s disconnected. you had came up with some lines when were still going to improvise earlier in the day but you threw out most of them, not thinking much of what will happen.

“and you’re telling me this now?!” you ask, “I know, I know, but pass it off for tonight. I’ll pay you back” he apologetically says. you sigh.

and just like a switch had been turned, and of your excitement suddenly fizzled out.

this was your first feud and you were going up against the big leagues, hopefully this is fun.

you stood by the ramp and a staff member counted you down until your music hit, you fixed your hat and threw your championship over your shoulder as the crowd popped for you. you get in between the ropes and into the middle of the ring, holding your championship up high. a ring side staff member handed you microphone and the crowd settled down quietly.

“so everyone knows about my little situation with The Undertaker. we’re both backstage, he thinks i’m being rude, we almost fight, and all that, you know what happened, whatever, right?” you begin, “but me personally, I really wanna fight that guy, like what’s not good enough about this?” you ask pointing to yourself and the crowds cheers.

“exactly!” you smile fixing your hat, “okay, now everyone listen” and the crowd quite down again. “I wanna issue a challenge to The Undertaker, Taker, I know you’re back there and I know you can hear me. I want you to listen, so listen carefully - actually, why don’t you come out here?” you ask and the crowds pops.

you wait, everyone waits - and waits, you begin getting nervous, yeah you’ve been trying your best to keep the crowd invested in what you were saying, but this wasn’t supposed to happen. scripted or not, he was supposed to come out immediately.

everyone is waiting, still waiting and commentary are starting to question whether or not The Undertaker is coming out.

“look man, I get you walk slowly but hurry up now.” you say. you lean against the ropes and begin chatting with the people at the front row, damn where is he?

“he’s scared of you!” the girl you were talking to yells, “yeah! he sold out!” they guy next to her agrees.

they both begin chanting ‘YOU SOLD OUT!” and those around them follow suit. it took away the nervous smile you had one and replaced it with a genuine one.

the lights dimmed down and first dong in Taker’s theme song was heard. however, he didn’t get the cheers he usually got, instead, he was drowned in the “YOU SOLD OUT!” chants.

one couldn’t tell by the Deadman’s face but he was raging on the inside, not only were management backstage siding with you, but now the fans were too.

he steps into the ring and is handed a microphone as well, “whatever it is that you want to say, or challenge me for, do it now. you’re wasting my time” he said, and the boos he was met by were unimaginable.

“oh, i’m the one wasting your time?” you spat, “so I was the one who took one hundred years to get to the ring?” and crowd cheers so for you. “don’t get smart with me now, little girl” he orders and you shrug.

“just stating the obvious” you say, “now, as I was saying. my challenge for you is that we form our individual teams, people to fight each other. obviously because we can’t wrestle since that’s banned or .. something like that, but our teams can go through something like a tournament to see who comes out on top” you were immediately getting into the details of it all, this segment was already dragging.

the crowd listened closely to every word you said, interested in your offer. Taker raises the microphone to his mouth, “go on” he says.

“we’ll pick out our teams, men and women in both so that it’s fair, and we’ll go at it” you explain. “and what does the winner get?” Taker asks.

“the winner will be in Survivor Series as the main event!” Randy exclaims.

everyone’s attention and cheers are now diverted to the announcer’s desk, Randy tips his hat at both of you and you smile. “you heard the Macho man, is that a deal for you?” you ask.

Taker doesn’t answer you. he’s silent for a while and once again, the crowd is annoyed at his slowness. “oh brother” you groan.

you heard it when it began, the “YOU’RE SCARED OF Y/N!” chants. they almost make you break character, but you tilt your hat and pretend to admire your championship to hide the grin on your face.

“is that what you think?!” Taker yells at the crowd, “yes, you have a deal, Y/l/n!” he bellows and you push your hat back with a smile. the crowds pops.

“how about we pick our teams now?” you ask looking the crowd who cheer again. “Randy?”, Randy pulls out what looks like a bowl from under the table and jumps into the ring with you two.

“the bowl has papers that have wrestlers names in them, each of you gets to pick four. Y/n, you get two women and two men. Undertaker, you get two women and two men, both teams will consist of five members, are we clear?” Randy asks and you both nod.

the crowd didn’t even question how Randy knew about your challenge, they didn’t even care that he knew that there will teams and that he prepared. they wanted to know who was in the teams.

you dig in the bowl, mixing the paper around a bit before picking one out and unfolding it.

“Chyna” you smile, and the crowd cheers, they cheer even louder when she comes out to stand with you in the ring.

Taker picks out a paper and quickly unfolds it, “Luna Vachon” he reads and the crowd cheers again.

you pick, “Sensational Sherri”.

Taker picks, “Lita”

you pick, “Owen Hart”

Taker picks, “Shawn Michaels”

you pick, “Bret Hart”

last pick goes to Taker, “Steve Austin”.

the ring was now filled with wrestlers, Chyna, Sherri, Owen and Bret on your side, while Luna, Lita, Shawn and Steve were on Taker’s side.

“all is fair in love and war, including this one if that’s what we’re calling it.” Randy began, “now I’m gonna ask you two to shake hands. to vow on professionalism in the name of wrestling, no tricks, no lying, no cheating, no stealing. can you?”

you and Taker glare at each other, an intense stare down. you stick your hand out, he stares at it then takes it in his.

“call it wrestling war one then” he says.

little did he know that the reason your team was giggling among themselves and why crowd behind you were chanting your name was because you had crossed your fingers behind your back.

it’s on.

still there was one thing left.

the bowl had one last paper in it, you noticed it. Taker noticed, the crowd did to.

“who’s remaining in there?” Taker asks as he points to the bowl. you grab the paper and unfold it, your brows furrowed with confusion.

“Macho Man Randy Savage” you read and the crowd goes wild, while everyone in the ring looks at each other confused.

“now hold on, hold on, hold on. who’s side are you on?” you ask, and Randy laughs as he begins to exit the ring.

“can’t spoil the fun now, can I?” he smiles.

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[rainchyna]

๑ ˚ ͙۪۪̥◌𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐋𝐈𝐐˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅

warnings! [ language, fem!reader]

— it all started because shawn and kevin didn't want to go to catering by themselves. you and shawn were supposed to be hosting 'heartbreak hotel' together for a love angle, with kev being the cool, cartoonishly evil bodyguard but vince pulled the plug suddenly, like he always does. however, you and the boys remained close.

— “hey y/n are you free?” “yeah, until four” “lets go get food then!”

— just friends being bros, getting lunch or whatever. all three of you were met by your favourite 6"7 bad guy , scotty, a guy who was wearing a bandana so low it was at his eyebrows and a and guy with golden blond hair. you sat at the table table trying your hardest to remember the other two guys' name “holy hell, where did vince get that?!” bandana boy whisper-yelled and shawn held your shoulders with a big smile, seemingly showing you off, “y/n, i think you've met sean and hunter before” kevin said, making you mentally relax as you almost called them 'sam and hank'. “dude, you wanna come sit with us?” hunter asked. "well im already here"

— sean and hunter were really cool! you had met them before at house party shawn was hosting, they were pretty sweet boys, you liked them, but you rarely came across them after that until today.

— all six of you began hanging out more regularly because it was easy for you to be together. you were always either with shawn and kevin or with scott, and those three were always with the other boys.

— you and shawn were close, always were forever will be. he felt this sense of sheer protectiveness over you all the time, not because you were the sweetest princess, but also you were the youngest in the friend group and he's seen some of the roster, and people from outside, hit on you and it has made you uncomfortable, so naturally his protectiveness was through the roof. he also really, genuinely cares for you :( you were one of the first people he became friends with when arriving to the wwf (/wwe).

— kevin was your car on legs, being seven feet tall means that he can get anywhere faster because he was 80% legs. mans just throws over his shoulder and he's ready to go. bag, keys, wallet, y/n, phone, okay let's go. kev was the friend who would make the conversation funny, and out of nowhere too, it will always catch you off guard because you'd be ranting about something serious and he suddenly cracks a joke or makes a pun and you're like ??? bro, that kinda got me you're funny but like ??? is also very protective, uses his size to scare those you don't like away.

— "take your vitamins if you wanna be tall like me" "kevin, if you bring up how i'm shorter than you again, we will fight"

— hunter sometimes brings out the logical side of you, he's usually the one who remains sober when the other boys and shit face drunk or high, making you the parents if the group. but when he does want to do some outta pocket shit, it is the real outta pocket. "what if we got naked, drenched our selves in olive oil and tanned on your roof of your house?" "what the fuck hunter- would that turn us into human barbeque?" he can be really logical sometimes, he just prefers not to be. threatening him with stealing stephanie from him all the time. he's very soft, vewy vewy gentle, mans knows that he's a giant and doesn't want to hurt you, he once stepped on your toes in accident and almost cried about it. "hunt, i'm not hurt-" "i :'( stepped :'( on :'( your :'( toe :'("

— sean was a hooligan, but god did you love him. he's the type to be sitting down, but if you take your eyes off of him for a second, he's suddenly running around with a knife ?? like can you sit down for ONE SECOND PLS, he has this habit, when he sees someone trip (usually, almost always hunter) or some shit, he looks at you, then back at them, then at you again. then both of you try to stay as quite as you can even though it's so painfully obvious that you're laughing at that person. and hunter's like "wow y’all are hilarious 😀” and sean’s like “i know 🤠”. despite being the most chaotic one of the group, he’s the actually the one you tend to look for when you need advice, he can be really goofy one moment then be really serious the next moment. “just trust me, you know. sometimes it’s the way things go, but hey don’t take this too seriously my advice might ruin your life. love you <3”

— scott was an absolute dream boat, you've always loved him. he was charismatic, he was funny, he had this charm to him that made him irresistible and was a real sweetheart. he was really, really great. he was a literal friend, the type who so loyal it's stupid. oh, someone has a gun to your head that they'll shoot unless you rap tupac's whole discography? he's suddenly the biggest tupac stan. but you get where I'm going with this. he's the one that you can depend on through thick and thin.

what scott loved about you was how you stuck by him through his troubled time with maintaining a healthy body and staying clean, you never judged him for anything that he did and always stayed by him and encouraged him to be a better version of himself, and there’s nothing that he appreciated more.

— while you weren’t the most involved in backstage politics, the boys were balls deep in it. your push to the top of the card was one everyone saw coming because regardless of if you were heel or face the fans were always behind you, however once your became close with the boys you were cemented as the female face of the company and consistently had titles on you. “any idea why i became the champ tonight-” “no what..? i don’t know what you’re talking about”

—all of them will hold you hostage unless you do their hair. especially scott.

“-but this side looks nicer than this one!”

“ take that toothpick out of your mouth so i understand what you’re saying!”

— you used to make fun of shawn’s mullet before the front grew out. “who lives in a pineapple under the sea-” “shut the fuck up”

— gossiping with scott and kevin on the phone when they went to wcw. “-no seriously, vince is bringing in fake versions of y’all”

“you’re lying”

“deadass bro, he showed them to me”

— while talent backstage hated the kliq, everyone loved you. you weren’t a raging asshole who’s constantly in fights, to them you were an angel hanging out with goons. and whenever something goes down everyone is looking at the boys sideways while you’re totally innocent in their eyes. even taker pretends he doesn’t see you when they’re pulling they’re usual bullshit.

— hanging out with them just feels like a fever dream honestly.

— 444/10, great friends highly recommended

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[rainchyna]

𓆩♡𓆪 episode six: IT BEGINS.

HEHE this episode is a major L ngl but look i had to add hunter one way or another he’s so fucking hot oh my god yo smut warning btw LMAO ,, anyways, the y/n fanboy club will only expand from here so get ready yall all the boys and girls wanna kiss y/n

10:31 am, at the hotel.

it was in the air.

what was ‘it’?

chaos.

chaos was in the air.

ever since your promo with The Undertaker last week, it felt like you were sitting on a volcano waiting to erupt.

you were put in several storyline that got cancelled, had three separate gimmick changes pitched, two underdeveloped love angles, twelve - you counted - times you almost turned heel, and you almost got yourself and Shawn suspended for a fight you had backstage.

fun, exciting even, to say the least.

Lita almost got dropped off of Taker’s team because of an injury she got during a house show, Owen had twisted his ankle, and Steve and Bret were now in a feud within the Taker-Y/n angle and Sherri and Luna seemed to be wrestling each other in every house show.

Vince was clearly beginning to lose his sanity bit by bit everyday and it was showing. he fired and rehired six wrestlers and twenty staff members in the same hour, almost completely cancelled you and Taker’s feud and allegedly - has been in talks with some ex WCW guys to sign in them with the WWF, since WCW seemed to be stealing all the top stars he had.

one of the WCW guys that came was Hunter Hearst Helmsley. you’ve always seen him around, but nothing ever stuck. he’s pretty cool, sweet guy, very much talented. you two only began building a friendship after his debut, he was the new comer who was trying to make his way through the company.

several people advised him to get to know you if he wanted to get to the top, after all no one knows how to jump to the top of the mountain like you do. but also, he was advised to befriend Shawn as well.

swell.

poor Hunter, he quickly found himself being the middleman in you and Shawn’s bullshit. he wound up quickly befriending Chyna as well since she was the middleman in your shit as well.

fuck it. new friend group, why not? maybe being friends with Shawn will shut him up.

“’fuck are you looking at?” Shawn asks.

or not.

“did I say a fucking a thing?” you ask.

Chyna groans putting her fork down, “here we go again..” Hunter mutters. all four of you were trying to have breakfast as a friends, a way to get to know Hunter better and to make him feel welcomed. but god forbid Shawn lets you exist in peace.

“quit staring at me” Shawn huffs and you raise your eyebrows, “that’s rich coming from the guy who calls me pretty all the time” you cross your arms. “so what? do you not like compliments?” he asks. “don’t you?” you counter.

“what does that have to do with anything?” he asks, “what if i’m looking at you trying to compliment you?” you snicker.

“then compliment me.” he crosses his arms.

“trash bag hoe.” you smile.

“one meal. can we have one meal in peace?” Chyna says through gritted teeth. “how are you guys always fighting?” Hunter asks.

sweet, innocent, baby Hunter. hasn’t seen a thing yet.

Chyna chuckles, “should’ve seen them when they first met”.

“anyways” you look Shawn up and down before diverting your attention to Hunter, “nitro boy!” you run your hand up his muscular bicep, “what do you bring to the company?”

“well, youth hopefully? a bit sick of Hogan, Warrior and the rest” Hunter answers. “tell me about it” Shawn mutters.

“you’re pretty good, I’ve seen some of your matches” Chyna comments, “thank you!” Hunter smiles.

Hunter was Vince’s ideal type of male wrestler. 6 foot 3 inches tall, muscular as fuck, blond, beautiful and coquettish, hm…

you couldn’t deny, the man was attractive. very attractive.

Hunter on the other hand, was unintentionally giving you the eyes, unintentionally! he didn’t mean to, but you yourself were … oh god, you were something.

you weren’t exactly paying attention to what he was saying, nor were Chyna and Shawn. Chyna was more focused on eating her breakfast that you and Shawn’s bickering stopped her from, and Shawn… well. He was more focused on the look Hunter was giving you.

Shawn has made it very clear, several times, that he wants you - or to at least sleep with you - but here you were giving his friend all your attention. he’s known you for longer! and he’s hotter! what makes Hunter better than him?

the look on Shawn’s face was unmatched. he was jealous and he couldn’t hide it, at all.

“y’all wanna go out later?” Chyna asked without a mouthful, “yeah, why not.” Shawn said forcing a smile. “there’s a club down the block if y’all wanna head there” you suggest. “yeah, that’s sounds nice” Hunter smiles. “I’ll call Scott and Kev, they’ll really like you, Hunt.” Shawn says.

“Chy, you wanna workout?” Shawn asks, and the dark haired girl looks at him like he just asked the impossible. “I can never understand how you eat a big meal then immediately got to the gym. bro, I’m ready to take a nap” Chyna leans back in her seat. “i’ll walk with you there though” she adds.

“y’all coming?” Shawn asks as he and Chyna get up. Hunter shakes his head, “I think we’ll stay here a bit longer..” Hunter looks at you, hand hovering over yours. Chyna gives you a knowing smirk while Shawn clenches his jaw.

alright then.

4:44 pm, the girls’ room.

“where have you been?” Lita asked, you close the door behind you and walk into the flat. “breakfast down in the hotel restaurant” you answer. you sit on the couch opposite the t.v. “why are you laying in the floor?” you ask.

she shrugs, “I don’t know, it’s kinda comfortable” she replied. “but your ankle..?” you begin, “it’s fine, don’t worry about it” Lita waved. “wait…” she sits up. you look at her.

“it’s almost five right now, what are you doing at ‘breakfast’ this late?” Lita asked.

“what do you mean?” you ask.

“dude, they stop serving breakfast at eleven” she explained, “and I know damn well you weren’t down there with Shawn”.

you bite back a smile and Lita instantly gets it.

“oh my god” her eyes lit up, “oh my god it’s Hunter isn’t it” she laughs, “maybe..” you mumble. if Lita could jump and do a backflip she would, she knew it. she’s seen the way Hunter interacts with you, she just knew he had a thing for you.

“what did I say!?” she laughs, you roll your eyes as a small smile forms on your lips. ���yeah, yeah, you told me, whatever” you say.

“what’s going on?”, you look towards the room behind you, Chyna was shuffling her way out, rubbing her eyes. “you actually slept?” you ask. she yawns, stretching her arms before flopping besides Lita on the floor. “man, I could barely open my eyes” she groggily says. “what are y’all talking about?” she asks.

“Hunter has a crush on y/n!” Lita excitedly answers, “hey! no he doesn’t!” you say. Chyna chuckles, “pfft, he totally does” she says nudging Lita’s shoulder. “you should’ve seen the way they were looking at each other breakfast” Chyna adds.

“okay but have you seen the guy? he’s so hot” you say, both girls smirk at you and you roll your eyes again. you groan with a smile, “ugh, we’re going out later, i’m taking my chances to be honest” you say.

“damn y’all leaving me here?” Lita sarcastically remarked, “oh I’ll carry you on my back if you want, baby” Chyna laughs, “for real though, you need to have him wrapped around your finger” Lita says. “maybe Shawn will leave you alone” she adds.

you hum, “I mean, his friend likes you, I think that should be enough for him to leave you alone” Chyna explains.

Shawn Michaels? leaving you alone? and you get to have a fine man around your finger?

“sign me up honestly”

“i’m hungry” Lita groaned, “me too” you agree. Chyna stands up and stretches again, “weren’t you in the hotel restaurant just now?” she ask, you nod. “they stopped serving, me and Hunter were just talking” you answer.

“they should be serving lunch by now though” Lita picked up a menu that was sitting by the t.v and examined it. “sushi! what do we think?” she asked.

<<5:20 pm>>

“I underestimated how much there will be” Lita said. there was an entire wooden boat that was at least a metre long filled with sushi placed on the kitchen isle. “what did you expect? the menu said ‘sushi boat’” Chyna said sitting on a stool. “we’ll I didn’t expect this much!” Lita said handing you and Chyna chopsticks.

“let me tell y’all about this shit I heard the other” Lita says as you begin to eat. you sat next to Chyna and looked at Lita. “the other day, me and Owen were talking shit about people” she begins.

“per usual” Chyna laughs, “and apparently the Shawn-Sunny thing is picking up again” she says “HM?” you hum with a mouthful and Chyna’s eyes widen. “I know!” she laughs.

“again?” Chyna asks, “we doin this shit again?” she sounds unimpressed. “the locker room is already in shambles, we don’t need this” you say cocking you head. “I know! and also-”

“oh my god, there’s more!?” Chyna asks, “baby that’s your friend” Lita points at her, “he’s the messy one here” she adds. “also, allegedly, allegedly, Shawn is only doing this because a certain someone keeps rejecting him and he wanted to make her jealous” she explains.

both girls look at you and your head falls to your palm, “he deadass needs to give up, like seriously” you sigh. “asking Shawn to stop being a man whore is like asking the earth to stop spinning, trust me I’ve seen some shit” Chyna says.

“what is it with Sunny too? isn’t she and Candido married?” you ask. “mhm” Lita hums again, “she’s a messy bitch and honestly, bring the drama, Vince needs some controversy right now” you say. “not that type of drama though, what the hell” Chyna says.

you three continue gossiping about things you’ve seen and heard this week but the conversation somehow rolled back to you and Hunter.

“I’m considering seriously having him, or at least having him on the side” you say, “I feel like that’ll cause drama too” Chyna says, “how?” you ask.

“well, you know, Shawn isn’t the only one who kinda really really wants you in the locker room…” she said.

“oou, who else?” Lita excitedly asks, “have y’all seen that guy.. uhm.. Rocky! that one!” Chyna says, “Rocky Maiavia or something like at”

you frown a bit, you’ve heard that name backstage, but you couldn’t remember what he looked like.

“there’s also Al Snow, apparently when you first came he couldn’t stop talking about how hot you were and him and Bret almost go into it” Lita comments. “why am I the last person to find out?” your frown gets deeper, “I though that was common knowledge?” Lita questions.

“babe, there’s so many more. Billy Gun, Matt and Jeff, Brain Pillman…”

as the names kept piling up, you immediately noticed that these were people Shawn got into fights with frequently. it has to be because they liked you. it has to be.

when is it going to click that he’s never making it to the final cut?

9:39 pm, the girls’ room.

you woke up disoriented. you didn’t recall going into a room nor falling asleep. you moved your leg and it hit something stiff, you sit up and look around you. the clock opposite the bed was barely visible. you look at what your leg hit, Chyna’s hip.

you look back at the clock, one hand pointed to the nine and the other to the forty minute mark.

damn it’s nine p.m?

you scratch your shoulder and look over to the other bed, Lita was also laying motionless. you cartoonishly smack your lips and rub your eyes, it took a couple minutes for you open them fully and only then did it click to you.

damn it’s nine p.m!

“oh my fucking god” you muttered.

you’re supposed to go out with Hunter! and Chyna and Shawn too.. but here you both were.

you pat on Chyna’s shoulder, then you begin patting aggressively, now you were violently shaking her. she groaned and sat up.

“what are you doing?” she groggily asks, you quickly cover her mouth and point to Lita who was still asleep.

you both tiptoe outside into the living room, “when did we fall asleep?” Chyna asks flopping onto the couch, you quickly grab her arm and pull her away from the couch. “I don’t remember either, but c’mon, we’re going out with Hunter! … and Shawn! him too..” you squeal.

“uuuggghhh” Chyna slowly falls to the ground, “I’m so tttiiirrreeeddd” she whines, “but I wanna get dddrrruuunnnkkk” she whines again making you laugh.

both of you make your way to the other bedroom and quickly shower as Chyna picks out outfits for both of you.

it wasn’t long before you were drying up and slipping into your outfit, and you must admit. Chyna has an incredible sense of fashion.

your corset top pushed up your breasts and it wouldn’t be that hard for anyone to see your cleavage, you mini skirt was as mini as ever. a mini skirt should be the size of a belt, and that wasn’t exactly how short it was but it was quite short. your heels made your legs look longer and pulled your outfit together.

you looked good, per usual.

you applied your makeup and quickly curled two piece of your hair at the front to frame your face, you put on your earrings and grabbed your red bag, “you ready?” Chyna asks and she fixes her hair, “yup!” you nod.

<<10:43>>

the place was obviously noisy, after all people come here to get drunk. Hunter wasn’t letting you go at all, from the moment you walked in his arms clung to your hips, and compliments seemed to naturally leave his mouth.

Scott and Kevin kept complimenting you too, you were really fucking hot. exactly how Shawn described you to them over the phone, the saw exactly why Shawn wanted you so badly.

something about you was so alluring, you had this attractiveness to you, they were attracted to you. they couldn’t tell if it was your eyes … or lips… whatever it is! Hunter’s hands on you sent a clear message to them, especially to Shawn. Shawn was chatting up some random girl he just happened to see, he wasn’t even pretending to care about what she was saying.

he was staring looking at you, sitting comfortably on Hunter’s lap, giggling and smiling against his chest. he can feel this heavy feeling of … something … he wouldn’t call it jealousy, it was straight up envy.

why him? why Hunter? Shawn wanted you, but you were giving Hunter what he wanted.

you really liked Hunter. he was so sickeningly sweet, very gentlemanly, the compliments never seemed to stop. he was spoiling you a lot too, he brought with him a little Tiffany and Co bag, gifting you a gorgeous necklace. he filled your cups, drink after drink, from the most expensive ones with names that were hard to pronounce to the ones that tasted like a broke student’s frat party.

his lips would’ve dripped of honey with how much sweet words were coming out them.

he pulled you closer to him, his hands kept rubbing over your thighs, and hovering over your neck and waist. the place was dark so no one could see what he was doing, unless they were focused on you which would be weird, but for the most part, his touches went unseen.

“your skirt is really short, angel” he spoke into your ear, something about that sent to you into a fight or flight mode. Scott and Kevin were arguing loudly over and game of cards, you look over at the bar and Shawn was ordering a drink for himself and Chyna who was now sitting in the girls’ place.

“mhm” you hummed, Hunter’s large hand slowly slid up your skirt. “wanna go somewhere private?” he asked, you look around you one more time, no one gives a fuck. so why would you?

you straddle him, turning to face him. wrapping your arms around his neck you kiss him deeply, his arms pull on your waist bringing you closer to him. you unconsciously grind on his thigh. “I’ll take that as a yes” he breathlessly says, the ‘innocent’ kissing goes on for a while before you’re interrupted by Kevin announcing that he’ll go get more drinks.

Hunter pulls you off of him as he stands up, taking your hand in his. he dragged you to the darkest corner of the club, you could see everyone from this angle but no one can see you.

Hunter’s leg pushes yours open you continue making out again. his hands guided your hips to grinding on his thigh, his hand slipped up your skirt again but this time he gripped on your panties. he can easily rip them off, so he did.

“Hunter..” you whimper, your pussy felt uncomfortably hot. the rough fabric of his jeans pushing and pulling against your clit. “you got it baby, c’mon” he encouraged directly in your ear, “so pretty for me”.

you wanted to fuck him, for more than one reason. one them being that your could tell by his voice that he was one to whimper, probably verbally vocal too.

Hunter could feel a wet patch form over his pants, it was such a turn on for him. “you know” he began, ever since your debut match, I kinda developed a crush on you” he confessed, “the way you were so effortlessly throwing Alundra around made me wanna .. uhm h-have you..” he trailed off.

you pull his hand down to your waist again, your other hand climbing up to his cheek gently caressing it. “have me what, Hunter?” you ask. Hunter gulps, nervously he leans is a kisses you again. you push him away from you and push him back against the wall your were once at. his hands immediately fly back to your waist, “answer me” you say.

“I want to you fuck me” he breaths out, “I want you control me and throw me around too, I wanna be yours to play with” he confesses again. you smirk, well this should be fun.

“oh yeah?” you ask, he nods. you look up at him, he’s so pretty. “how bad do you want me?” you ask, Hunter grabs your hand and places it right in front of his clothed boner, you could’ve sworn you felt it throb and twitch at your touch.

“really, really bad” Hunter whimpered.

bingo! you knew he was the type to whimper.

the only time you stop by the little booth you were sat in was to grab your bag, Hunter was eagerly pulling you away from everyone. he was really horny, almost unbearably, and you’ve barely done anything. his mind ran wild with ideas of what you’ll do to him.

Shawn’s eyes found you once more, he watched closely as you and Hunter held hands and walked out of the club, both of you smiling.

he looked down at his drink, wondering what was he doing wrong. “you okay?” Chyna asks, yet Shawn, never answered.

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[rainchyna]

𓆩♡𓆪 episode seven: FIRST DEFENSE. (original vers.)

chanelle made two versions?!!??!? everyone pretended to be shocked pls i had to lol i wanted a more canon version of the episode so i made this i dont know if it makes sense but i hope at least lmao hunter is the loml clown anon stay mad LOL

12:00 pm, y/n’s locker room.

there is a sudden european tour, no one expected it because it literally came out of nowhere. the next european tour was supposed to be next March through to June, but here you were along with everyone else.

“why do you look so cross?” Davey asked, you huff. “seriously, you’ve been pissed this whole morning” Bret leans forward. almost all of your friends were crammed in your locker room.

The Hart Foundation, Steve, Randy, Chyna, Lita, Sherri, Hunter, and oddly Shawn was there too. he was the only one sitting in silence, Shawn hadn’t uttered a single word since he’s come here.

“dude, we’re gonna be there until January, we’re in mid July. there is so much shit I wanna to do here before going on a european tour” you complained, “nah, you’ll have fun” Steve reassured.

you groaned as you got up and stretched. you’ve all been crammed here for hours at this point just chatting and planning the things you’ll do on tour, you quickly left the room to walk around a bit.

as your hands massaged your neck you heard footsteps behind you, you look back then smile. “hey angel” Hunter said as he caught up to you, “heyyyy” you drag as you lean on his shoulder, Hunter reached his hand and patted on your hair and played with it. “you okay?” he asked, “I’m so annoyed” you whine, “I swear it’s been like creative has been on drugs this whole week” and Hunter sighs.

“tell me about it” he mutters.

you squeeze him tighter and he kisses the top of your head. you and Hunter have been having a thing for while now, ever since the night after the club.

“I gotta go, Vince wants to see me” you slowly pull away from him, “but I want you to stay” Hunter pouts and you chuckle, “I do too” you smile. “do you wanna hang out later?” Hunter asks, you nod and squeeze him again.

he walks you to Vince’s office, his hand swinging yours like a toy.

you push the door open and he stands behind you and leans agains the wall, “you’re not coming?” you ask, he frowns a bit. “why would I? Vince wants to see you” he says, you pout then enter.

“hey” you walk in, “come in y/n” Vince smiles, “I have some news for you!”.

oh god.

“sit down, this is really exciting!” he reassures, “I mean, you seem excited by it. I hope it is” you sigh.

“for tonight, I want you, Chyna and Lita to be the first women in history to main event Raw” he says.

oh.

“you’re gonna defend your championship against them, and this time, the match can be as long you want it to be. I should’ve listened to you last time. I just want you to do one thing, make this match better than your debut match, I know it’s not going to be difficult for you. you’re a good wrestler, so put on a good show” he encouraged.

you almost didn’t hear a thing from what he said. main event Raw? with your friends? a defense match for as long as you want?

this is going to be so fucking good.

“wait, wait, now hold on, what’s the catch?” you ask, Vince is being too nice. where is this coming from?

“what do you mean?” Vince asks, you narrow your eyes at him. “so you’re just doing this out of the kindness of your heart? just because?” you ask. Vince laughs.

“you’re the needle mover, y/n!” he says and you frown again. “every show you’ve put on has been highly rated, and ever since your debut it’s like it’s been raining money on us. plus house shows that you’re on sell out, do you know how hard it is to sell out a house show?” he asks.

“well I wouldn’t know” you chuckle, Vince laughs again, “you’re currently the best thing I have going, and I want to treat you accordingly. I want to know if you can be the face of the company, if you can carry it on your back” he explains.

you’re taken aback, flabbergasted even.

“face of the company?? carry it on my back?? are you even aware of what you’re saying?” you ask. he must be on something today.

“yes, and I’m sure of it” he smiles.

seriously, what’s the catch?

3:28 pm, rehearsals hall.

the method to the “Apocalypse of Y/n” in Japan was careful preparation. to this day there is no wrestler that was as over as you were, everyone who worked with you had the match of their career was because of how specific you were when producing your matches. everything had to be in a very, very concise manner.

“I feel like you guys hate me now” you huff, Chyna loudly exhales while Lita nods.

you’ve been putting together your match for almost three and a half hours. practicing and reworking every spot until it’s perfect, you made them rehearse everything at least four times and you were all now exhausted.

“I know I do” Lita breathed making you laugh.

“damn, we really are the main event tonight” Chyna says.

it still feels unreal.

“I know, right” you smile, you were extremely exhausted. if anything, you needed a nap. the sound of Lita and Chyna’s voices seemed to go in and out of your ears as your eyes fought to stay open.

you almost fell asleep.

… almost, that is.

until Owen ran into the room, the loud slam of the door jolting you awake.

“Y/N? Y/N! BRET AND SHAWN ARE FIGHTING AGAIN!”

oh god, you quickly slide off of the ring and run after Owen.

Bret Hart and Shawn Michaels, a tale as old as time. they never had the best relationship and clearly don’t plan on doing so for a while. their relationship was as simple as mutual respect at first, until Shawn rose through the ranks and became the colossal dickhead that he is now. understandable that Bret wouldn’t like him, a lot don’t, even you.

you could hear their yelling from down the hall, you can even hear something crashing and breaking.

the moment you approach them, you immediately push Bret away from Shawn. they’re both cursing and screaming at each other, you, Owen and Jimmy held back Bret while Hunter and Taker held back Shawn.

“what the fuck are you two doing?!” you yell at them, “are you seriously doing this? again?!” and they both scramble to answer you.

“he started it! I didn’t do jackshit to him, it’s his damn fault!” Bret yelled while pointing at him. “ME?! that was you! you ripped my fucking hair out and beat me!” Shawn countered, “because you fucking tried me you cunt-”

“I swear to god, I will slap the taste out of your fucking mouths” you threaten, “is this fucking necessary? every single time? if you two want to fight the parking lot is fucking empty. if you want to sort this out like men, sit your asses in seats and talk it out. how many fucking times are you going to do this, huh? how many times are you going to fucking drag the rest of us into this? I’m genuinely sick of you two fighting like sewer rats, either end it or there will be fucking problems” you spat.

everyone was silent, Bret knew you’d deck his face if he opens his mouth, Taker already had a piece of you that made him a believer and the rest would like to stay in one chunk.

except Shawn, obviously.

“and what does this have to do with you? my problem is with him.” Shawn said.

and indeed you slapped the taste out of his mouth, the sound echoed and the men silently gasped. “the him you’re talking about is my brother, you bitch” you chimed, “and good thing your problem is with him, because personally, I would’ve killed you.”

you turn to Bret, “I thought you knew better”.

<<9:21 pm>>

today has been as been as stressful as a motherfucker.

you’ve been working out for almost two hours now, you wanted to look your best for tonight. you were hopped up on caffeine and energy drinks to stay wide awake. you were nervous for some reason, you’ve done this before, you’ve been the main event in many shows, hell you’ve even headlined pay-per-views, but this felt different for some reason.

your heart was beating fast from being on the treadmill for so long, you got off of the machine, done with your workout. you heart continued beating really fast, it felt like it just kept getting faster and faster and you felt extremely light headed, you barely made it out of the gym before you weren’t able to breathe, that’s when you collapsed to the floor. you must be having a heart attack.

“Y/N?” it was Hunter, you couldn’t bring yourself to speak or call out for him. Hunter ran towards you and picked you up, “what happened? y/n?! talk to me” he scooped you up in his arms and immediately went for the nurse.

this is not good.

everything went by so quickly from an ambulance being called to Hunter, Chyna and Lita going with you to the hospital. Hunter was worried, imagine how you, Vince, Chyna and Lita felt. this simple match was creating history, this was really important for you.

“she’s just severely dehydrated, there���s too much caffeine in your system and you seem to be very overworked” the doctor said.

“can I wrestle?” you ask, all you could think about is the match. “y/n?” Hunter said, “you can, but I don’t recommend you do that” the doctor said.

you can wrestle, and you will.

10:25 pm, Raw <Live>

you were given the last thirty five minutes of the show, so you were going to put on a show. it was about time your gear was ready.

not necessarily ready, but more put together. you had individual items but it took a while to coordinate them.

a basic white tank top and an army green pair of cargo shorts, you wore a chest harness and a thigh harness and topped off with fingerless leather gloves. you styled some combat boots that stopped a inch below your knees and the necklace that Hunter gave you.

definitely not ground breaking, but it differentiated you from the girls.

Lita was out in a thunderstorm of boos doing her “I don’t think y/n deserves the championship because i’m on the Untertaker’s team” shtick.

the crowd was heavily booing her and she called them “a field of cows” which made them boo even louder.

but the hate train stopped the moment your music began, their saviour is here.

chants of “SAVE US Y/N!” drowned everything including your theme. you stood right in front of Lita holding your title up high as your noses almost touched. you pushed her away from you before a referee quickly separated you two.

you’re handed a microphone, “I didn’t come by myself” you began, “I brought one of my favorite superstars” you smile.

as soon as Chyna’s theme played the crowd went ballistic.

everyone knew Lita was fucked. triple threat be damned, this was your first title defense, you were obviously going to retain it.

“that’s unfair! you’re two and I’m one!” Lita panicked, “and what about it?” Chyna asked making the crowd cheer. “sweetheart, don’t worry about this being and two on one, yeah you’re gonna get beat up, but it’s a triple threat, it is fair” you say.

you hand the referee your belt and the bell is quickly rung.

this was a “Match of The Year” candidate if not the winner, you three put on over thirty minutes of world class wrestling. all of you coming out looking good, Chyna was able to show her incredible strength and power, Lita stunned the crowd with her high rope spots and daring act, and you showcased the heart of wrestling that is your technical ability and grace in the ring.

you won the match, pinning Chyna for the 1,2,3. Chyna held up your hand along with the referee, you both wanted to shake Lita’s hand, but you couldn’t since she was on The Undertaker’s team, but the crowd gave her what she deserved as the chanted all three of your names.

you couldn’t even make it back to your locker room without your legs feeling like jelly, that was your fault. you should’ve stayed hydrated after coming from the hospital.

you quickly fall back onto your sofa, breathing hard. you close your eyes momentarily but you open them again when there’s a knock on your door, “hey” you look to your left, it was Hunter.

you hum, Hunter was holding a flower bouquet as he walked in. “you look tired” he says sitting besides you, you hum again. “y/n? are you okay?” he asked, you rest your head on his shoulder. “y/n?”

your eyes fluttered open and you face him for a second, you get up and you’re immediately hit by a wave of dizziness. Hunter gets up and holds you up properly, “y/n? talk to me, are you okay?” he asks. you point towards the door, you wanted to get some water, or anything drink.

“I n-need, I-…”

“what? what is it?” Hunter asks, you couldn’t finish what you were saying, your eyes shut one last time and you fell back against Hunter, passing out.

Hunter was panicking horribly, he held you against him and rushed out to the nurse’s office.

“god, what am I gonna do with you?”

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