#top turnbuckle

[piledriveu]

In the corner

Dude sitting in the corner and he just pummels him with a boot to the face.......

Oh fuck yah, look at that gloating!!!

This dude gets surprised knocked into the corner and worked unmercifully, then later gets guided by the back of the head and face smashed into the top turnbuckle!!

Check out this piece of artful corner work..... dude is laid out in the corner, his legs kicked apart so his foe can step closer, then proceeds to nail him in the face with his dirty boot, then continue to kick him behind as the ref tells him to stop!! Total villain here!! Stomp stomp stomp!!! No one to blame but yourself for stepping in the ring with this evil bastard!!

Fuckin beautiful top turnbuckle corner reversal here, followed by a massive hip bump, sending the already dazed opponent further into daze land......

The seductive way he pulls him back and down into that corner.......

#corner #ring corner #turnbuckles #turnbuckle #ropes #boot to the face #top turnbuckle #stomp #corner ring

[its-sports-anime-life]

I was shocked they had rhea retain. Honestly, that was a fun match to watch! I enjoy it

#so many cool spots #especially that last one with rhea hitting the riptide with stark off the top turnbuckle #insane #wwe #wwe crown jewel

[lilsedge]

may I have a fic where tjds girl either gets

tag championship or solo one thank you ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡

Their Champion 

TJDG short story 

Warnings: doesn’t follow the storyline

It was a big day for Y/N and her tag team partner, Shayna. It’s Survivor Series and they are going against Piper Nivon and Chelsey Green for the tag team titles. 

Judgement Day wasn’t too happy that she wanted to team with Shayna. Well, sorry, it was mostly Rhea who didn’t want that. She didn’t want that because Shayna wanted her title before. 

“Ready partner?” Shayna questions, laying her hands on Y/N’s shoulders.

“Oh my god yes, we are going to beat them,” Y/N says.

“That’s a great mindset to be in,” Shayna comments.

“We are going to be amazing,” Y/N smiles.

Shayna smiles back at Y/N. She frowns a bit when four other people come up behind the girl who was now in front of her. 

“Love,” Rhea says.

Y/N turned around to see four people. Four people that were going to wish her luck for her match. 

“Good luck on the match,” they all say together.

“Awe thanks guys,” she replies. The theme song hit. So she points to the entrance and waved bye to them. She grabs Shayna’s hand and drags her away. 

“You don’t like the sight of the hand holding either,” Rhea says to Damian.

“Nope,” he replies.

“Okay,” she nods.

Shayna and Y/N make their way out together. Shayna was like the black cat of their tag team and Y/N was most definitely a golden retriever. While Shayna would rather not want to tap people's hands, Y/N would tap the hands of everyone by the ramp.

Y/N poses on the apron of the ring, holding onto the rope squatting down. Shayna stands behind Y/N, holding her hands up in a spade shape. 

Shayna then sits on the middle rope, helping Y/N in the ring. They both make their way to a corner on the ring. Shayna sits on top of the turnbuckle, while Y/N stood in front of her, jumping up and down, trying to get her blood pumping.

Piper and Chelsea’s theme song comes on. Y/N turns around to face Shayna. They don’t say anything, but they do what they do before a match. Shayna leans her forehead down to Y/N’s and places her hands on her shoulder. 

“We got this. We will rip them limp by limp,” Shayna says. 

Their foreheads stay together for another few seconds. When the theme song stops, Shayna pulls away and jumps off of the turnbuckle.

“Introducing first, the challengers. Team of Shayna Baszler and Y/N Copeland. The Queens,” Samantha says. 

Y/N and Shayna step forward and face the others. The ref pushed the two girls away, as they wanted to start the match right away.

“Introducing next, they are the women’s tag team champions, Piper Nivon and Chelsea Green,” Samantha says. 

Samantha makes her way out of the stage as the ref receives the titles. He holds them up and hands them to a crew member off to the side. Y/N goes to start the match, but Shayna puts her hand on the girl’s shoulder, silently telling her that she’d start the match. Piper was starting for her and Chelsea. 

Shayna didn’t want Y/N to get hurt in the match right away. If she did, she wouldn’t forgive herself and also the judgement day would come for her. If someone was going to get hurt, it was going to be her.

The match starts off strong. Piper was currently dominating Shayna, which is a good sign. She’ll get Shayna mad and that’s when Shayna will tear you limb for limb.

“Come on Shayna,” Y/N yells, as Piper starts moving to go tag Chelsea. 

Shayna makes her way, stumbling a bit to Y/N’s outstretched hand. Shayna makes the tag as Chelsea try’s getting to Shayna. Y/N quickly makes her way in the ring and clothesline the girl. She then runs at Piper and kicks her off the apron. 

Chelsea is now sitting on her knees when, all of a sudden, Y/N's knee meets her face. She’s laying flat on the matt. Shayna puts her hand out for Y/N to tag, which Y/N does. 

Y/N doesn’t stay on the apron though. She makes her way to the other side. Seeing Piper with an outstretched hand and Chelsea’s hand close to a tag, she grabs the ankle of Piper and manages to pull her off the apron. 

Shayna then puts Chelsea in a Kirifuda clutch, while Y/N makes sure Piper doesn’t get up. She hears the bell ring three times. Y/N gets up and sees Shayna coming to her. The queen of spades grabs her hands and pulls her into the ring, helping her stand up. The ref grabs both of their hands and raises them. 

“That was the fastest match I’ve ever had,” Y/N says, as they get the titles. 

Shayna grabs the back of Y/N’s neck, pulling them together. Y/N wraps her arms around Shayna.

“We are champions,” Y/N exclaims. 

Shayna laughs at the girl as they make their way backstage. Y/N tapped a few people’s hands, but didn’t do much of that. She was too busy admiring her new title. Shayna made sure that the girl didn’t run into anything. 

“Hey girls. It ain’t official till you know the picture,” Triple H laughs.

Y/N and Shayna hold up their titles while their boss puts his arm around their shoulders. They get the picture taken and Triple H congratulates them for a last time before telling them to make their way further backstage. 

Multiple people give them hugs and congratulate them two. Y/N was hoping for a congratulation from these certain people, but they never did show. 

“I’m going to my dressing room. See you tomorrow?” She says to her tag team partner.

“Yeah of course. See you Y/N,” Shayna says.

Y/N makes her way back to her change room. When she opens the door, she’s met with darkness. She looks around, confused. The light was on when she left and when she first put her stuff in, so why would it be off? A hand covers her mouth. She lets out a whimper. The light turns on.

“There’s our little champion,” Damian says. Finn’s hand makes its way away from her mouth. 

“Look at this!” she exclaims, holding up her title.

They all smile at her as she jumps up and down. She just can’t believe she won a title. Her first ever title. 

“How does it look around your waist?” Rhea asks.

“I don’t know,” the girl replies.

“Give here let’s see,” Dominik says, holding his hand out for her to hand him the title. She gives it to him. He pushes her gently to stand in front of the mirror and puts the title on her. She stands there in awe. 

The four members of the Judgement Day stand back and watch the girl look at herself. She made them proud. She was their little champion.

#wwe x reader #wwe fanfiction #wwe imagine #dominik mysterio x reader #the judgement day #damian priest x reader #finn balor x reader #rhea ripley x reader #wwe #the judgement day’s girl

[sydsaint]

Not afraid to admit I'm in love with his problematic ass <3

Summary: The reader wins the women rumble only to be teased by Punk. So when he loses his rumble she can't pass up the opportunity to get some revenge.

The crowd in the arena is deafeningly loud as they all scream and cheer around you. It's been over an hour since you came out in the women's rumble match as number 3, and somehow you're still here. Every inch of your body is drenched in sweat and everything aches. But you aren't done yet.

Four women remain in the match, including you. Becky Lynch, Bayley, and Liv Morgan are all much fresher than you are. But none of them have the unbridled passion and desire to win like you do.

"Sorry, Becky." You grab ahold of Becky's leg and dump her over the ropes after faking a temporary alliance with her.

Becky tumbles to the floor and it's down to three. Liv and Bayley start going at it in one of the corners of the ring and you see your opening. You rush to the corner and shove Bayley into the turnbuckle. Bayley hits Liv who has been teetering on the apron and Liv sails down to the floor.

One left.

You waste no time and grab Bayley's waist. She struggles against your grip, but your raw strength is too much for her. You muster all the strength you have left haul Bayley over your head and drop her. She tumbles over the top rope and hits the ground with a loud thud.

You did it. You won.

The bell rings and your exhaustion gets the better of you. You sink to your knees breathing heavily as one of the referee's on the outside heads in to raise your hand.

About 15 minutes later you head backstage with a giddy smile on your face. You've got Rhea at Wrestlemania this year. And you aren't going to squander this opportunity. Nothing can ruin this moment.

"Well well well, don't you look nice." A familiar voice greets you on the other side of the curtain and your smile fades.

"Fuck you, Phillip." You come face to face with CM Punk. You sneer at the shit-eating grin plastered on his face as he blocks your path. "Move out of the way you entitled dickhead." You spit at him.

"And miss the chance to congratulate you on your big win, YN?" Punk replies cooly.

You stand your ground and stare at him, despite the fact that every fiber of your being is sore and exhausted. But Punk has a way of lighting a fire in you. In more ways than one, unfortunately.

"Good luck out there tonight, Punk. I sincerely hope that Cody kicks your ass and dumps you over the top rope." You flash a fake smile at him before shouldering past him.

"You know you love me, sweetheart!" Punk calls after you as you walk off.

You head back to the locker room and get a good shower in. The hot water eases the fatigue and ache in your body and you feel much better after. Since you're feeling better you head backstage again so you can watch the men's rumble match unfold.

When you arrive backstage the match is up to number 20. You watch Bron Breakker come out and dominate the field. You and Bron used to hang out in NXT before you got called up. You smile to yourself as the match drags on and Bron picks up some eliminations for himself and makes plans to talk to him after the show to catch up.

"Oh god. They gave him lucky number 27?" You scoff when it's Punk's turn to head out.

You roll your eyes at his confidence and bravado, ignoring that voice in the back of your mind that finds him so damn hot when he's acting all high and mighty. The match drags on for another twenty minutes until it's just Punk and Cody left.

"Yes! Get his ass, Cody!" You cheer when Rhodes tosses Punk out of the ring. "Nice! Serves his entitled ass right." You smile to yourself when the bell rings.

The camera pans to Punk sitting on the floor in defeat and a thought pops into your head. 'god he looks so pathetic.' You think to yourself. 'and kind of hot all defeated and on his knees.'

You decide to hang around and rub it in some when Punk comes trudging through the curtain.

"Well well well, don't you look nice?" You mimic Punk's earlier statement with a grin.

Punk picks his head up and meets your gaze. Your smile is the same cocky and self-important one he was wearing earlier in the night. You're doing the same thing he was earlier. Only difference is you're set to main event Wrestlemania in two months with Rhea. And Punk just lost to Cody freaking Rhodes.

"Awe, what's wrong, Phil?" You laugh. "Night didn't go like you planned?"

"Yeah, real mature, sweetheart." Punk grumbles to himself. "Move out of the way." He demands.

You can't help but widen the smile on your face if that's even possible. "What? And miss the chance to rub this loss in your face?" You snicker.

Punk steps up to you but you don't budge. He comes to a stop inches from your face and stares at you. And you stare right back.

"Doesn't feel good, does it, Phillip?" You ask with a grin.

"You're real mature. You know that?" Punk fires back.

You continue to stand your ground and lick your lips. The tension in the air is palpable at this point. "I am almost 20 years younger than your geriatric ass." You remind him.

"Brat." Punk growls at you and finally shoulders past you.

"Awe, what's the matter, Daddy? Can't take the heat?" You laugh as he stomps off. "What happened to all that confidence from earlier? What was it you said? Oh, right! You know you love me, sweetheart!" You continue to call after him until he's out of sight.

Zoey Stark comes around the corner having heard everything and walks over to your side. "You two seriously need to just fuck already." She complains. "Because y'all are getting out of hand backstage."

"Oh, I'm just having some fun, Zoey." You wave your hand dismissively. "Besides, that old man couldn't handle all of this." You gesture to yourself with a grin.

"If you say so." Zoey shrugs. "Oh, well damn. Look at that." She laughs and points across the room.

You glance in the direction Zoey is pointing and find Punk making a B-line across the room toward you. Zoey walks off and you are left alone to confront your annoyingly sexy rival.

"Finally think of a comeback old man?" You ask Punk with a wink.

"You've got a big fucking mouth, you know that?" Punk growls and grabs ahold of your arm. "Luckily for you, I have experience handling girls with too much attitude" He adds, now wearing a smirk that sightly concerns you.

You dig your heels into the carpet in protest to being dragged off. "Now hold on a second!"

"Oh, it's too late to beg, sweetheart. You're coming with me." Punk replies and continues to drag you off.

#wrestling #wwe fanfiction #wwe fanfic #wwe fic #wwe x reader #wrestling fandom #wrestling fanfiction #syd's wrestling fics #cm punk x reader #cm punk #wwe

[punishereditz]

Teacher's Pet

Pairing: La Knight x f!reader

Warnings: 18 plus only! Minors DNI! DO NOT COPY. One use of Y/N. Teacher's pet trope. Age gap. Daddy issues. Fighting. Mentions of violence. Little bit of angst. Smut. Smut with plot. Oral. (F receiving.)

AN: I'm gnawing at the iron bars of my enclosure.

Word count: 3.1k

Summary: La Knight is your trainer, and one day, the two of you take things too far.

~

You took a deep breath as you got up again. You were exhausted. Not just physically but mentally too. For the past four weeks, La Knight has been training you. Trying to get you ready for your debut on smackdown in two weeks. The closer it got to the date, the harder he was on you. The more he pushed you. The two of you working together to build more muscle for you. Focusing on the harsh and heavy moves that you struggled with.

"Come on." He said in frustration. Sighing and rubbing his hand on his chin. Standing in the corner, leaning against the turnbuckle as he watched you struggle. You shot him glare, then looked back to your opponent. You wrapped your arms around his waist, and you went for the suplex, but you couldn't do it. You thought you had it down expect for the part where you had to fall back. That's what you couldn't do. You let the guy go and you got down on one knee. Trying to catch your breath and thinking over the move. "What was that? What are you doing?" He was getting more frustrated. You've been at this for hours. Training all day. The both of you were over this. "I can't do it." You panted and you stood up. Resting your hands on your hips and looking at him. You were starting to get frustrated yourself.

"You have to get this down. Do it again." There was irritation in his tone, and he gestured his hand for you to go again. You rolled your eyes and turned back to the gym trainer. Getting ready to do it again. "And don't roll your eyes at me." He spoke. His tone a little harsher. Making you more annoyed. You took a deep breath, trying to focus. You went for the suplex, but you failed again. Your arms and legs getting weaker and weaker. Not allowing you to do this. "Damn it." He cussed under his breath, and he walked over to you and the other trainer. "Look." He grabbed the guy. Trying to show you what you needed to do. "You need to ground your feet. You're not grounding your feet. Look at how I'm standing." You looked at how he was standing, and his stare was heavy on you.

"And your grip. You need to tighten it. You're to lose." He told you and his eyes lingered on you for a second too long. "Watch." He spoke in a low and dominant tone. Then he suplex the guy. Throwing him back. He stood and he walked over to you. Towering over you. "Again." He simply said and you glanced over to the trainer, then you looked up at him. You were going to say something to him, but you decided against it, and you tried again. And you failed. When you once again couldn't do it, that was the breaking point for both you and him. "Look." He stood behind you. Pressing his body to yours. His arms wrapped around you. Putting you in the hold. Your breath hitching as he was suddenly so close to you. "You feel this? This is how it is supposed to be. This is how your stance and hold need to be. Once you have them in this, you simply lean back." He said and he held onto you for a second longer before he moved back.

"Leave." He told the trainer, and he did that. Now it was just the two of you in the gym because it was so late. "Come on. Try it on me." He moved his hand in a beckoning way. Motioning for you to come over to him. You glanced around the room before you looked at him. Looking at his arms in that tank top. You walked over to him. Standing behind him. You put your arms around him, and he immediately shook his head. "Tighten your hold." He grabbed your hands and made you hold your hands tighter. He then kicked your feet. "Spread your legs a little more. Bend your knees." You did so and he watched you closely. Looking at your body. Feeling your hold. He slowly nodded and he looked over his shoulder to you. "Better. It still needs a lot of work though."

When you heard him say that, you scoffed and shook your head as you let go of him. He furrowed his eyebrows and he turned and looked at you. "Is there a problem?" He took a step forward. Getting closer to you. "Yeah. Yeah, there is actually." You turned toward him so you could look up at him. The both of you had your hands on your hips. Standing tall and staring at each other. Trying to intimate the other. "I can't do the move and you know it. It's not my style. It's not how I wrestle. It doesn't work with my character. It's not what I'm built for." The irritation grew as you went on.

"You're right. You have the character, you can work a mic, you can put up a hell of a fight, you can't do the power moves... but I'm trying to change that. That's the whole damn reason I'm training you. To make it so you can do it in your sleep." He raised his voice a little bit and inched closer to you. The both of you were boiling.

"I can win matches with acrobatic attacks and fast combinations."

"You really think your little cartwheels and flips are gonna win you every match? I can tell you, it won't. You need the power moves. You need that strength."

The two of you kept getting closer and closer. Getting in each other's faces. The heat between the two of you starting to burn. He looked down at you, narrowing his eyes at you. He then grabbed you by your waist. Pulling you towards him until your small frame was pressed up against his big frame. Your hands going to his toned arms. His breath hitting your neck. "Let me tell you something...; this isn't gymnastics. You're not in college anymore. You're in professional wrestling and you need to start acting like it."

His grip was tight, and his words stung. He talked down to you as he mentioned your past of being a gymnast in college. He was slowly taking it to far and he knew it. But yet he said the words. He kept pushing you. "There are other ways things be done." You whispered and you tilted your head up so you could look at him better. You were getting more frustrated the longer this went on. But... you were also getting turned on. And that made you even more mad. The fact that that sharp stare and tight grip was getting to you. He was so close to you, and he was simmering with anger. Which only made him hotter.

And, the same goes for you. He could see the rage in your eyes. He could feel your curves. The sweat dripping down your body and your heavy breathing wasn't helping. He wanted to pin you down right now. He wanted to teach you lesson. He wanted to kiss every inch of your body and bury his face between your legs. But you were his student. He was training you. He knew it would be inappropriate. As badly as he just wanted to take you right here and now, he fought against it. He looked at you for long moment, then he nodded, and he stepped back. Holding his hands up in a defeated way.

"Fine. Be mediocre. Half ass it just like your Daddy did and never live up to anything." And that was it. That was when he took it too far. He just stepped over the line, and he immediately regretted his words the second he said them. He could see the hurt in your eyes.

"So, that's it. That's the game you're going to play. All that chitchat, that, that night we spent talking for hours, opening up to each other, you're going to use it against me." You paused for a moment. "I can't believe I was stupid enough to think you were being genuine. You, you know..., you really are a coward." You looked at him for a moment, then you got out of the ring. Grabbing your bag. You started to get ready to leave. You weren't going to give him the satisfaction of reacting. But what you didn't know was that this was worse than you just reacting and lashing out. "Y/n wait." He got out of the ring, and he came over to your side.

"I think we've had a full day. I need some rest." You spoke and you didn't look at him. This worried him and he tilted his head. Trying to look into your eyes. He knew he messed up. "Let me take you home." He offered, but you shook your head. "I'll walk." You put your bag over your shoulder, and you walked away without another word. He watched as you left and once you walked out the door, he cussed and kicked the closest thing to him. He knew he made a mistake. He knew he pushed you too far today. He did what he thought was best. Trying to help you. He sees the potential you have. Your already an incredible wrestler and he knows you could be even better. He knows you can be the best female wrestler on the roster. With the character you came up with and your abilities, he has no doubt that you can be the greatest there is. That you will quickly rise to fame and the crowd love you. He can see that, so he pushes you. He can't help but think about that as he drives and once he gets home, he gets in shower. His mind continuing to go wild as the hot water runs down his body. With a frustrated sigh. He shut the water off and he wasn't out of the shower long when he heard a knock at his door.

Furrowing his eyebrows confused. He wrapped a towel around his waist, and he went to answer the door. When he did, he was surprised to see you. You were still in the clothes you had on earlier. You were also just as sweaty, and you were panting. Your breath heavy. Your chest rising and falling with each breath. Before he could say a word, before he could ask you why you were here, you leaned up and kissed him. Standing on your tip toes and your fingers lacing through his hair as you deeply kissed him. Your action completely caught him off guard. He was in shock. His body tense and his eyes wide, but then he started to relax. His body melting, his eyes closing. Wrapping his hands around your waist. Pulling you to him so that your bodies were pressed together. His lips moving with yours. Kissing you deeply. You finally pulled away and you looked at him. The both of you breathing heavy after the long passionate kiss.

The two of just looked into each other's eyes. Knowing that what you just did was something that the both of you has wanted and something that has building between the two of you for so long. Then, your eyes traveled down and you softly gasped. Seeing water dripping down his abs. His toned body glistening. You noticed the towel around his waist. His v line. Fuck, his v line. Your thoughts were interrupted though when you felt his lips on yours again. Kissing you deeply. His hands traveled down your body until they were at the back of your thighs. He lifted you up. Your legs wrapping around his waist and your arms going around his broad shoulders. He kicked the door with his foot, closing it. Doing all of this while kissing you. Carrying you to his bedroom. Once he entered the room, he put you down. Kissing your lips one last time before he pulled away. Quickly pulling your tank top off of you and throwing it. Then he peeled your sprots bra off of your sweaty body.

He let out a low moan as he saw your chest. His hands slowly moving up your waist until he held your beast. Gently massaging them. He picked you up again and he laid you down on his bed. His lips going to your neck. Kissing and biting at your skin. He slowly made his way further down. Kissing your collar bones. Then he started kissing your chest. Licking your nipple. Making a chill run down your spin and a soft moan leave your lips. He played with your breast as he gently sucked at them. Looking up at you. At your face that was scrunched in pleasure. At your body that was arching and your nails digging into the sheets of his bed. He let go of your breast with a pop from his mouth. Then he suddenly grabbed your legs and pulled you to the edge of the bed. Standing over you, looking down at you with lush filled eyes. He grabbed your pants and he started to pull them down. Pulling your underwear off with them. He rubbed his hands up and down your legs for a moment before he dropped down to his knees on the floor. "Spread your legs for me sweetheart." He ordered you and did as you were told. Spreading your legs for him.

"Good girl." His voice was soothing and you softly gasped. Looking down at him as he started to kiss your thighs. Letting his lips drag against your skin. His arms came up and he wrapped them around your thighs. Holding you in place. He licked up your lips once. Making your body shiver. He chuckled and without any more teasing, he dived into you. His tongue rubbing circles on your clit. Making your stomach twist and your eyes roll to the back of your head. But that overwhelming pleasure you were feeling got worse when he started to gently suck on your clit. Making your legs shake and your body tingle with pleasure. It was so overwhelming but in the best way possible. He was sucking your clit just right, making you feel amazing. Doing everything just right. Touching and licking in the most perfect way. His tongue starting to quicken as he rubbed fast circles with his tongue on your clit. Then, he slowed it down a little bit and moved down.

His tongue starting to lick your entrance. Doing fast up and down motions. A loud moan leaving your lips. Moaning his name and trying to grind your hips but his hold on you keeps you in place as he eats you out like you're his last meal. His mouth working and working until your panting and your body won't stop shaking. When he knows your close, he slows his movements down. Then he comes to stop. When he raises up, he licks his lips. Looking down at you with seductive eyes. You raised up. Kissing his stomach. You grabbed the towel on his waist, and you pulled it off of him. Tossing it to the ground. You looked up at him as you started to stroke his cock with your hand. Licking up his long cock with your tongue. Kissing the tip. Just as you were about to take him in your mouth, he tilted your head up. Stopping you. "I want to come inside you." His words were almost a whisper and before you could react, he stood you up. Giving you a kiss. Y'all's tongues clashing for a moment. Being able to taste yourself on his lips. He pulled away and he opened the drawer to the bedside table. Grabbing a condom.

He teared it open with his teeth. His lips meeting yours again for a deep passionate kiss as he pushed the condom down on his cock. Then he turned the two of you. Laying down on the bed and pulling you down on top of him. Putting you on his lap. With one hand on your hip, he used his other hand to push his cock into you. The both of you letting out a moan as he rested his hands on your hips and guided you down until he bottomed out in you. Completely filling you up. Your walls clenching around him. You started to slowly grind your hips against him. Moaning and letting your head fall back in pleasure. Keeping your movements slow but steady. Riding his cock. His and your breath getting heavier. Your stomach whirling with pleasure and his cock twitching.

His hands traveled up your body. Letting you ride him how you want. His hands going up to your chest. Toying with your breast for a moment before his hands traveled back down your body. His hands finding a home on your ass. Giving it a light slap before he gently gripped it. Looking down at your hips moving in a forward and backwards motion. His climax building and yours too. You looked down at him. The two of you looking into each other eyes. As you looked at him, you decided to change up your game. Lifting up your hips and starting to bounce on his cock. He let out a strained groan as he gripped your ass harder. Your action making him more flustered. Your walls clenching around him again. His cock throbbing inside of you. Seeing your breast bounce each time you dropped down on his cock. Your moans filling the room. It was starting to get to him. He was getting dangerously close to his climax.

And you were to. His actions from earlier starting to catch up with you. Your climax building again. Your walls clenching around him even more and you started to bounce on him even faster. "Come with me sweetheart." He spoke and after a few more moments, the both of you were coming. Him filling the condom full and you soaking his cock. Your cum running down him. The both of you were breathless now and you laid by his side. The both of you taking a moment to catch your breath. Sitting in silence. But it wasn't awkward. It was nice. And you sat in this moment for a while until he turned his head to look at you. A shine of mischief in his eyes.

"Again?" He said with a big cocky grin, and you smiled. Once he saw that smile, he hoisted you up in his arms and he went into the bathroom with you.

#Spotify #la knight x reader #la knight imagine #la knight #la knight smut #shaun ricker #wwe la knight #wwe #wwe smut #wwe fic #wwe fanfiction #wwe smackdown #friday night smackdown #pro wrestling #wrestling #fan fiction #fan fic writing #fanfics #smut #imagine #x reader #teachers pet #teacher x student

[aalyssah]

Whipped

Pairing: Solo Sikoa x Fem!Bloodline!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,391

Summary: Ever since you joined the team the boys notice how whipped you got Solo and tease him for it.

A/N: I know I’ve used this gif like 3 times, but it fits so well with everything! Hope You Enjoy!

It's been 3 months since you joined the Bloodline after impressing the leader Roman, and you're so glad you did because you have an amazing friendship with each and every member.

You and Jimmy are the clowns of the team. Always making jokes about people, not caring what they think.

You and Jey are kinda chill. Y'all talk to each other, but you're not that close.

And then there's Solo.

Solo's gotta be your favorite out of everyone. You don't know what it is about him, but you're so drawn to him. He barely even talks and he's got you like this.

You're always hanging out with him and making sure he feels included even when not talking, and that's probably what makes him feel so special to you.

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Right now, you, Jimmy, and Jey walked backstage as Jey patted your arms and neck with a towel. You just won your match against Zelina Vega, which was very easy.

“That match was a banger, Uce." You smiled at Jimmy's praise. "I know. I'm so tired of getting jobbers. Where’s the real competition at?" You complained, walking through the locker room door.

Roman was sitting on his throne with Solo and Paul standing behind him. You instantly made a b-line for Solo, hugging on his arm. “Did you see my match? I won!” Solo chuckled, nodding his head. “Yeah.” He shortly answered.

You squealed, jumping up and down. “I looked good didn’t I?” The boys watched as you gave Solo all your attention. “Speaking of looking good, is this new gear? You look real good in black and white.” The clearing of a throat cut your sweet conversation short.

You turned around and saw Roman staring at you. “What?” You didn’t mean for your sassy tone to come out. Roman cocked an eyebrow up. “So you’re not gonna talk to us?”

You ‘thought’ about it for a minute, before answering. “Uh, no? Come on Solo, let’s go to the catering before your match!” You dragged Solo out the locker room, leaving a shocked Roman and Uso’s.

“Damn Uce, she told you.” Jimmy joked, but shut up when Roman gave him a death glare.

The boys sat back, waiting for Solo’s match to come on.

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About 20 minutes later, Solo’s match came on. You accompanied him to the ring as he was set to fight Santos Escobar with Zelina in his corner.

As Santos made his entrance you sat on the top turnbuckle with Solo standing between your legs, and back facing you. You massaged his shoulders, helping him calm down before the match.

As Santos got in the ring Solo helped you through the ropes, opening them for you. At the locker room the Uso’s and Roman were making jokes about Solo, seeing how he was quick to do everything for you.

His match was going well, but Zelina must’ve thought she was gonna do something when she hopped on the apron. You were quick to run around the ring and swipe her feet off. She groaned in pain as her face hit the hard apron.

With the small distraction Solo hit Santos with a Samoan Spike before getting the pin. Fans booed and cheered as the 3 count hit. You jumped up and down, clapping loud. “My baby won!” You slid into the ring, pushing the referee and taking her place.

You raised his hand high, yelling at the fans who were booing. “Shut up, you’re just mad he’s better!” Solo bit back a smile, not wanting to break character.

After a little bit of celebrating you both made your way backstage and to the locker room. “Solo won! He beat Santos’s ass!” Solo finally broke character, laughing at your words. “Yeah, Solo’s the man!” Jimmy said, patting Solo’s chest.

Roman stood up from his throne, silencing everyone. “We’re not done. We got a promo tonight.” Everyone looked confused at his words. “We do?” Jey asked, earning a nod from Roman.

“Yeah, Judgement Day wanna call us out on Twitter, so let’s go put them in their place. Everyone, go wash up and change.” Everyone parted ways going to the showers.

After everyone showered and met up at the gorilla, the Bloodline music played, Roman taking lead and then everyone else.

Many fans held their ones up, supporting the team. You were with Solo the whole time despite the fact you were supposed to be on the side with Jey.

Roman talked in the microphone about how y’all were the best team that happens to WWE, but it wasn’t long before the Judgment Day’s theme hit.

Fans stood up, excited for what’s next between the two teams.

They entered the ring, everyone staring down at each other. Rhea winked at you, then grabbed a mic. “Oh Roman, please shut up. You’re just talking and talking about shit that nobody cares about.” Fans began to cheer as Rhea spoke.

Dominik laughed, getting the mic from Rhea. “Yeah and when-” As soon as Dominik began to speak fans booed. The whole Bloodline started laughing. You grabbed the mic from Roman.

“Oh, Dommy Dom, can you talk or are the fans louder than your voice?” You teased. “Or does Mami need to do all the talking for you?” All attention turned to Rhea as you challenged her.

Rhea laughed when you came after her. “Are you talking to me Y/n or do you need permission from Roman?” ‘Ooos’ echoed around the arena as your tongue poked through your cheek.

“Rhea, I might need permission on what I do with the team, but I don’t need permission from Roman to beat your ass. So if I was you, I would take you, your team, and Dommy boy out of this arena and go back to where you came from.” Fans watched in anticipation as you and Rhea exchanged words.

Rhea was about to say something, but JD snatched the mic away. “Oi, who do you think you’re talking to like that? Don’t ever talk to Mami like that again.”

You stepped back as JD got closer and closer to your face. “Solo!” You called. Solo was at your side in an instant, standing in front of you, and staring JD down. JD gulped seeing how serious Solo looked. “Oh, what’s wrong Jordon? Can’t handle my man? You might have Mami, but she’s NOTHING compared to Solo.”

It was all still in the ring, everyone looking at each other before all hell broke loose. Hits were being thrown. Roman was after Finn, Jimmy was on Priest, Jey with Dominik, and Solo after JD.

You fought Rhea for a little bit, but she quickly retreated, grabbing Dominik on her way out. The team stalked up the ramp, holding their body in pain.

“Bye, bye!” You waved, laughing as they cursed at you, but you couldn’t hear due to the loud fans. You went to Solo almost jumping on his body, hugging him. “You were so hot fighting JD.” You kissed his cheek, a blush spreading across his face.

Fans took pictures of the blushing Solo, surprised to see him break character. You all went backstage to get your bags.

After all that fighting Jimmy grew thirsty and seeing Solo with a water bottle made him ask. “Yo Uce, let me get some water.” Solo gave Jimmy the dirtiest glare. “Damn man, calm down I wanted some water, but nevermind.” Jimmy said, holding his hands up in surrender.

You came through the door with your bags in hand, panting. “Oh my god, I need some water, I’m so thirsty!” Before you went to Solo, Jimmy warned you. “Don’t go to Solo. He’s not gonna give you any wat-” Jimmy stopped talking as he watched Solo hand you the bottle of water.

He looked betrayed as you drank the cold water. “Are you serious bro, I wanted some!” The locker room was full of laughter as you gave Solo his water back.

“Don’t be mad, Uce. Y/n’s got Solo so whipped, it’s crazy.” Jey said and to everyone’s surprise Solo didn’t argue back.

You winked at the team with a smile. “I would be to if I was dating someone like me. Come on baby, let’s go to the hotel!” Solo got up quickly, taking all 3 of your medium sized bags and going to the car.

#solo sikoa #solo sikoa fluff #solo sikoa imagine #solo sikoa x reader #solo sikoa smut #solo sikoa fic #wwe solo sikoa #wwe bloodline #wwe fluff #wwe smut

[99hook]

Hello ma'am. Glad you had fun at aew. I have an idea if you don't mind. So I was thinking like Jack has Anna attack Hooks y/n and she is sent home to recover. Hook spends time with her at home. Yn wants to take this opportunity to have some "alone" time with Hook. But everytime she initiates anything he shuts it down.

She starts to have doubts about herself or if he is stepping out on her. She confronts him about it and explains that he feels bad for allowing her to get in the middle of his feud with Jack. And ya know they work it out and then smut. 😈

I was originally going to add it to the ones I did but you are queen of the fics and I was hoping to see what you do with it. ❤️

18+

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He felt like he failed at the most important thing that he ever tries to do. Protecting you.

Even though you were as tough as they come and had the outstanding ability to hold your own against whoever challenged you, he still watched your every move with intensive care, waiting for the moment when you’d need him as your backup.

But when the moment came, he couldn’t get to you in time.

He can’t stop replaying the scene in his head. Botched moves happen all the time but not like what happened almost a week ago.

The two of you were being ambushed by Jack and Anna. It was all planned, but the outcome certainly wasn’t.

Jack threw Hook over the ropes, landing him on his spine against the side of the ring. You and Anna’s brawl had made it to the turnbuckles in the corner of the ring. She picked you up and hoisted you on the top one. The intention was for you to bring her up and sell a risky move from the top turnbuckle that, in a perfect world, would’ve been similar to your partner’s signature suplex.

All Hook remembers is hearing the crowd simultaneously gasp before Anna shouted out, “Get the medics, now!”

He doesn’t think he’ll ever forget that feeling in the pit of his stomach. A nauseating, gut wrenching coil that made him woozy as he ran to where you were limply laying on the outside of the ring.

Everyone broke character that night and nobody cared. There was blood pooling on the mat and Hook was quick to snatch his wrist tape off and hold it to the laceration on the side of your forehead, attempting to slow it down while the medics took what felt like forever to get to you.

You were dazed and couldn’t move. There was a sharp, stabbing pain shooting through your ribs, nearly paralyzing you when he attempted to roll you onto your back.

You let out a pained cry and it breaks his heart every time that sound decides to haunt him. Jack was standing behind him with Anna, both of them frantically scanning the entrance for the medics.

“YN” He cradles your face, “YN, hey! Stay with me! Don’t go to sleep, alright?”

Your eyes rolled back and he lost it. The cameras panned in on him, his voice overpowering the mixed reactions from thousands of fans when they realized this was not scripted at all.

“Jack, go get the fucking medics! Now! Go!” He demands, sending his opponent racing up the ramp.

“YN” he tries again, gently tapping your cheek. “Come on, YN! Keep your eyes open! Please, baby, keep them open for me!”

Anna reached down and held pressure to the deep wound, your blood staining her fingers and Hook’s entire palm and forearm. She kept looking back to the ramp waiting for Jack to bring out the medics and time was a crucial factor to the point that Hook took it upon himself to get you the help you needed.

“Keep her awake” he tells Anna before he sprints towards the stage. Within moments he was back with five medics and a gurney in tow.

He watched their every move carefully, his hand squeezing yours tightly as they strapped you down and rolled you back to the awaiting ambulance in the garage. He never left your side that night, and doesn’t plan to still.

You were granted time off to heal so he took the time off to be with you. Your fractured ribs, a concussion and stitches served as cruel reminders that he just couldn’t keep you as safe as he was supposed to.

It was unbearable for him to see every time you struggled to get out the bed. He felt his heart cracking down the center each time he had to watch you clutch your side in pure agony when the jolts of sharp pain shot through you.

He wasn’t sleeping, barely eating, just waiting on you hand and foot because to him, it was the least he could do. He was the reason you were injured in the first place. If it wasn’t for him, you would’ve never been involved in the feud between him and Jack.

You were feeling better, though. He just didn’t believe that. After a week and a half of him tending to your every need, all you wanted was to show him how thankful you were to him. But every time you tried, he would muster up some excuse as to why he doesn’t want to.

It was starting to get to you. The way he would retreat from your lips when you kissed down his neck. How he kept stopping your hand from slipping beneath the waistband of his sweats. He never used to do that. Usually you could just give him a single look and he was taking you to the bedroom, but now you can’t even get him to kiss you fully.

It was late when you asked a question that had been sitting on the tip of your tongue. Side by side in bed, both barely watching what was playing on the tv. You both had a million thoughts swarming around in your scrambled minds, but for completely different reasons.

“Tyler” you whispered, your eyes falling to the sheets that covered you. He hummed in response, keeping his tired, low eyes on the screen.

“Are you cheating on me?”

His head snapped to you instantly, brows knitted tight under the disheveled hair over his forehead.

“Am I cheating on you?” He repeated as if he was taken back by the question.

“You haven’t wanted to touch me at all. You haven’t even been kissing me the same way since-“

“You’re injured.” His deep voice cuts you off. “And why would you ask me if I’m cheating on you? I’ve been here with you every single day since you got hurt.”

“Because you refuse to touch me!” You didn’t mean to get as loud as you did. “Like, I try to kiss your neck and you pull away from me. Every time I try to do anything you stop me! You never do that, so I can’t help but think that something’s going on-“

“A lot is going on, YN. But nothing like you’re thinking. I would never cheat on you, ever. I thought you knew that already.”

He looked hurt. Genuinely saddened by the fact that you felt this way and you actually had to ask him whether or not he remained loyal to you. That was never something he ever thought he would have to hear from you. He aims to make you feel like the only girl in the world every single day and now it’s just another thing that he evidently failed at doing.

He sighs as he drops his head, running a hand through his hair.

“Baby” he breathes out, “I can’t stand seeing you like this, especially knowing it’s all my fault.”

“Nothing was your fault.”

“It was all my fault!” He snaps with a sharp tone. “You wouldn’t have even been brought into this shit if it wasn’t for me.”

“It was an accident, Tyler.” You reached over and rested your hand on his arm, pleased when he didn’t pull away. “And if you remember correctly, we mutually agreed to do this storyline together as a tagteam. You act like you just drug me into it. You didn’t.”

You hoped you were reassuring him, but it was hard to tell. He glanced down at your hand and placed his over top of it, giving it a gentle squeeze before he sighed and dropped his head down again.

“I should’ve been paying attention.” He mutters. “I would’ve been there to break your fall when you slipped or-“

“It was not your fault, baby.” You tell him again. “It was a misstep on me, not you. These things happen all the time. It’s nobody’s fault, it’s just an accident.”

“That could’ve costed you your life.” He interrupts, his eyes widening as the different scenarios of what could have happened bombard him again. “You heard the doctor. You were lucky you didn’t break your neck the way you landed. That’s serious shit, YN!”

“I know it is, but that could literally happen to anyone at any given moment! You can’t beat yourself up because I made a mistake, Tyler. I’m okay. That’s all that matters.”

You slid your hand down his arm and caught his fingers, running your thumb over his calloused knuckles.

“Hey” you whispered, leaning over carefully, your lips lingering over his ear. “I love you, and I want to show you how thankful I am to have you. All the time, but especially during times like this. Please?”

“Your ribs are-“ but you cut him off when he turned his head, capturing his lips with your own.

“Please” you hummed against him, letting a slight moan slip out when he finally deepened the kiss. You felt him moving closer, sliding his hands underneath your hips to ease you down gently while he placed himself between your thighs.

But he hesitated as soon as he felt himself twitch beneath those sweatpants.

He pulled back, breaking the kiss to say, “YN, I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t know how to-“

“Just be gentle and I’ll be perfectly fine.” You breathily whisper before you pull him back down to your lips, desperate for the closeness that’s been lacking since you got injured.

You didn’t know if he was capable of actually being gentle with you, until he proved it.

He tenderly caressed your thigh as he placed a few lingering kisses to your neck. He focused on that sweet spot that earned him a couple soft moans and hums of appreciation but he had to fight the urge to take things to another level like the two of you usually do.

It was a challenge for him to keep his composure after so long of fighting the temptations but he knew he had to be as easy with you as possible, and when you’re fully healed he can take all night with you until you can’t take it anymore.

For now, he just wanted to make you feel what you’d been missing. He wanted to make sure you had no questions about his love for you.

He leaned back and slowly slid your panties down to your ankles and tossed them aside before he slid his sweats down his thighs.

You were needily awaiting what you’d been craving, and he knew it.

He was cautious about bearing too much weight on top of you when he made his way back up to your lips. He kept himself held with his elbows while he cradled your face, slowly and languidly taking his sweet time exploring every inch of your mouth, savoring the flavor on the tip of his tongue.

“I love you, YN” he whispers against them before he pulls back slightly, his eyes strongly holding the contact with yours as if he’s trying to make sure you wholeheartedly believe that. “You’re my one and only. Right?”

You nodded, your heart swelling in your chest as he stroked your cheek with his thumb. He placed one more gentle kiss to your lips before he positioned himself at your entrance. He observed you intensely as he slowly pushed himself in, making absolute sure that you were okay.

Your eyes screwed shut at the feeling of him stretching you out, and he paused.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes” you moaned out, “keep going, please.”

He was hesitant, so he pushed in a little slower. He held himself still despite the fact that his body was pleading for him to do more.

You ran your fingers through his hair, giving the soft locks an encouraging tug.

“Ready?” He asks, struggling to fight the divine feeling of finally being buried inside you again.

“Yes, please” you begged, earning a single nod before he slowly pulls his hips back and to. Your eyes fluttered shut again, but he could tell it wasn’t from pain.

He watched your every reaction until he felt you clenching tighter around him, and he couldn’t help but to drop his head to your shoulder.

“You feel amazing, YN” he breathes against your neck, peppering loose kisses along the way. “So fucking perfect.”

You moaned back to the praises and the feeling of him hitting your sweet spot just right.

He rolled his hips in. The thrusts so slow and steady, yet so powerful at the same time. He was taking the time he needed to really find the rhythm, and knew he succeeded when you let a gasp fly past your lips and a series of louder moans following.

“Right there?” He breathily whispers as he rolls his hips in again. He felt your nails digging into his shoulders, your heart stammering against his chest gently pressed to yours.

“Yes” you croaked out, “Oh my God, Just like that, please.”

“Don’t have to beg me, baby. You know I’ll give you whatever you want.” He continues that same motion. Slow, steady, and strong.

His lips latched to the side of your neck, sucking a deep patch in its place as he reveled in the sound of your broken moans and sighs intermingling through the room.

He sped up slightly when he felt your walls clenching tighter around him, knowing by the way you were hugging him tight that you were getting close.

He pulled himself back up, his lips locking with yours in the midst of another broken moan you couldn’t contain. His hips stuttered once when your tongue roamed over his. If he was standing he would’ve been weak at the knees.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.” He groans.

“I wanna keep doing it.” You say back, before your mouth drops when he gives one more forceful thrust. He watches, making sure that it wasn’t too much, but all you did was reassure him when you dug your nails deeper into his shoulders and your eyes begged him for more.

He obliged, snapping his hips in and out, but somehow just as gently as it was when the trusts were slow and smooth.

Your head pressed back into the pillows, eyes screwing shut when he hit your sweet spot with a stronger force. That’s what you’d been missing and he knew it.

He leans down, the ends of his hair tickling your skin as his lips hover over your ear.

“I gotta hold back right now, baby. But when you’re all better, I promise ima take my time making it up to you. However you want me to.”

He felt a warmth arising around him, matching the feeling in his stomach that was quickly spreading through his entire body.

He twitched again and gave two more strong snaps in as your nails accidentally drew half-moon traces of blood against his shoulder blades. He rode that high out with you, doing his best to prolong it for as long as he could.

You had a vice grip around him preventing him from pulling back when your orgasm hit and all he could do was let himself be completely submitted into that feeling that made his head spin.

One of his hands clutched the pillow while the other one tangled up in your hair as an abundance of low groans and the occasional curse word got lost somewhere against your shoulder.

He felt your heart hammering against his chest and you felt his skipping beats. Breathless and spent, he slowly pulled out of you when your walls finally released him, and lazily fell to your side, gently wrapping one arm around you.

“I love you.” You managed to say between deep, breathy sighs as you ran a hand through his slick hair. He nuzzled into your neck and placed a tender kiss over the discoloration he left moments prior, whispering against your skin, “I love you more.”

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[itjazzbicch]

As Real As It Gets

Pairing:  Kung Lao x ProWrestler!Fem Reader 

Summary: Much like her older brother Johnny Cage, the reader finds fame and glory in the professional wrestling industry, becoming friends with Johnny's new friends after becoming an Earthrealm champion and finding a connection with Kung Lao...

Requested by: @kombatkid (I hope you enjoy it!)

Warnings: Kung Lao is a sweetie pie in this (Lol, it's just fluff!)

Word Count: 1.3k 

"Come on, sis! You got this!"

"Yeah! Come on!"

Coming from a small farm town, I thought I'd never make it this far. Many people told me I was a joke for wanting to be a professional wrestler. However, after seeing my older brother, Johnny, make it as a megastar in Hollywood, I found the motivation to chase my dream and succeed.

On the grandest stage of them all, in the main event with the women's world championship on the line, it was undeniably the roughest match I've had in my career; I had already gone an hour in this match, on my back, and trying to breathe as my opponent was down as well, but Johnny and my friends cheering me on gave me the strength I need to jump back up.

The crowd was going nuts as my opponent made it back to her feet as well, but I was a step ahead of her, the commentary screaming as I hit my finisher:

"I think we will have a new champion tonight because that girl just got CAGED!"

No one has ever kicked out of my finisher while climbing up to this moment, my opponent no different as the referee counted to three, the bell ringing and everyone losing it, bringing me to tears as I heard the announcer:

"Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and NEW Women's World Champion, Y/N CAGE!"

Fireworks and confetti started popping off, and I was on top of the world, climbing to the top turnbuckle with the title high in the air, smiling brighter than ever as I heard Johnny over the roaring crowd:

"HELL YEAH! THAT'S MY BABY SISTER!"

His screaming made me giggle a little, seeing that he was live streaming, of course, and the person next to him caught my attention:

"Knew you'd win, Y/N!"

Kung Lao.

Johnny dragged him along, seeing Raiden came too, but my eyes stayed locked into Lao's as I reminisced momentarily.

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"I understand why Lord Lui Kang chose Johnny. He is a martial artist, but isn't professional wrestling fake?"

"Fake?!" I scoffed at Lao; He just had to say the one thing that pissed me off most.

Johnny had to show me everything after meeting all of them, and it was mind-blowing but fun as we all shared a love for combat. I intended to show Lao some of my skills by offering a sparring session during a workout just for him to say that.

"Isn't it?" Lao pestered, not believing that it was a serious and physically demanding sport, also not knowing that I, much like Johnny, also knew martial arts.

"I don't know," My tongue clicked, catching him off guard, jumping into a head scissors, spinning around his body, and flipping him to the ground with a good grip on his arm, keeping him in an armbar that I could've easily broke his arm with, "Was that fake, Kung Lao?"

"N-No," He swallowed, shocked but starting to smile up at me, "That was very impressive! As real as it gets!"

"Going to take me seriously now?" That was more of a warning as I twisted his arm, not even putting much pressure, but he was quickly spitting out:

"Yes! Of course!"

"Hahaha!" I laughed, letting go and standing up, leaning in his face and booping his nose, "You better if you know what's good for you."

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Since that day, we had this connection and became great friends. He even learned more about wrestling so he could talk to me about it, which warmed my heart.

Now that the cameras weren't rolling, I jumped out of the ring and over the barricade to hug Johnny, on top of the world as he squeezed and cheered:

"I knew you could do it, sis! I'm so proud."

"Thank you," I smiled, sniffling as I went to Lao next, his hug even more embracing than Johnny's, the passion I felt in it making me tear up more, out of happiness, having to hide my flustered smile as Lao whispered in my ear:

"Congratulations, champ. I'm proud of you, too."

I didn't know what it was about Lao's words that made my heart skip beats; I tried to hide my nerves by picking my head up with a smile, teasing Lao and Raiden:

"Thanks. Surprised you two left the academy."

"We wouldn't miss this for the world, Y/N," Lao smiled into my eyes, my cheeks heating, needing to take my eyes off him, traveling to Raiden as he smiled:

"That was incredible! Congratulations."

"Go have fun with the crowd," Johnny encouraged, snapping a picture with me before winking, "We'll meet you in the back."

Nodding, I was actually talking to Lao as I batted my lashes and smiled:

"See you back there."

One thing that also led to my success was my fans, so I did as Johnny said and celebrated with them. It was undoubtedly the best night of my life. The fans wouldn't stop cheering even after I exited, my coworkers congratulated me in the back, and my emotions returned as I had an interview.

I knew tonight would be wild as I heard Johnny in the back mentioning a party I was ready for. After getting showered and changed, I couldn't stop smiling at the title that was now around my waist, exiting the locker room while staring at it till I heard:

"Hey, Champ."

"Kung Lao," I smiled at him, flashing my title, "I'm never going to get tired of hearing that."

"Always be proud," He smiled back, holding my shoulder, "You earned it."

"Thank you again," I breathed in, ready to take on the night, "You coming to the party Johnny has planned for me?"

"Of course, it has to stay lively somehow," He joked, both of us laughing, but my eyes fixed on his hand reaching into his pocket, "But there's something that I'd like to give you first if that's okay?"

"What is it?" I nodded, heart fluttering again as he pulled out a small box, opening it and revealing a beautiful opal gemstone circled in by smaller, sparkling stones. The most gorgeous necklace I'd ever seen.

"I know that it's nothing like a world title, but-" He was nervous for a change, taking a step closer and gazing deeply into my eyes, "I think it fits you, and I wanted to give you more than just a congratulations."

"I love it," I meant graciously, smiling at the opal stone shining against the light, my breaths quiet but quick as he took the necklace by its clasp, only an inch away from my cheek as he put it on me, picking his head up as it sat perfectly in the middle of my chest, whispering:

"I knew it'd look beautiful on you."

That made my cheeks so warm that I couldn't look at him, smiling down at the necklace and whispering back:

"I adore it so much, Lao."

I wanted to keep telling him how much I appreciated his gift; I was so grateful but unsure what words to use. So, I hugged him instead. There was something about it feeling so right as he hugged me back, his arms wrapped around my waist with mine around his neck.

"I'm glad that you love it," Squeezing a little, I finally fell into the pool of confidence that I had, kissing his cheek softly, teasing with a whisper:

"Who knew that you were such a sweetie pie?"

Something must've rushed through him, my small peck and words having him squeezing me a bit harder, much more confident than me as his lips found mine, the soft touch sending me head over heels and taking my breath away.

"I'd like only you to know that," He whispered as our lips parted; our attention diverted as we heard from a hall:

"And all you Cage-oholics, stay tuned because this party train is going all night!"

Shaking my head at Johnny's words, I knew we didn't have much more time alone there. Quickly locking my eyes back into Lao's, kissing one last time:

"I like the sound of that." 

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#mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat x y/n #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat imagine #mortal kombat fluff #mortal kombat oneshot #kung lao #kung lao x reader #kung lao x y/n #kung lao imagine #kung lao fluff #kung lao oneshot #request #read and enjoy

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Anyway I can request a Christian Cage x Female!Reader imagine where she’s married to Christian and on screen she’s paired with him & Luchasaurus onscreen as the top heel for the Women’s Division and maybe during a match with Anna Jay, Jack comes out and tries to run interference to she’ll win, but he accidentally ends up injuring the reader which reignites the feud between student and Mentor with Jack & Christian?

Pay for it

Summary: When Jack Perry helps Anna Jay win her match against Y/n he didn’t realize he dug himself his own grave when he injured Christians wife. 

Word count: 739

Main Masterlist Christian Cage Masterlist

I sat backstage getting checked out by one of the trainers. Fortunately I hadn’t dislocated my knee like they initially thought but I would need six stitches just above my right eyebrow. I watched Christian pace around the small room angry. “I’m going to kill that bastard” the bastard he was referring to was Jack Perry who was the reason I was in this situation. 

That evening I had an eliminator match with Anna Jay for my TBS championship. Which ment if she won the match she would be granted a title opportunity. Being the biggest heel of the women's division here in AEW meant there was a lot of weight on my shoulders, yet I felt light as a feather. I was the current TBS Champion and Christian was the TNT Champion, making us the power couple of this company. I made my entrance championship in hand as I walked down to the ring, Christian on left and Luchasaurus on my right. I looked down at a nervous Anna Jay, I mean she wanted the match, she was planning her own funeral. I knew this would be a piece of cake and of course it was. I had the upper hand for the majority of the match, since I was considered a veteran within the world or pro wrestling. It meant that I served as a bit of a mentor for the young talent in AEW just like Christian. Anna was no different. I knew her moves so it was easy. I climbed to the top rope about to secure the win when I felt the ring shift. I looked behind me to notice Anna gone. I saw Jack Perry trying to start a fight with Luchasaurus. I switched my position so I could attempt a corkscrew moonsault outside of the ring, hoping to land on Jack and Anna. As I launched my body into the air I was greeted with nothing, my picture perfect corkscrew moonsault meating nothing, body landing hard as I was greeted with the floor. On the way down I tried to land on my feet noticing no one was there but of course  that was not the case. I heard the crowd gasp and could feel my body tense up, although I had done this move a million times before all it takes is a nasty landing to cause an injury. As I lied on the ground I felt someone grab me and throw me back into the ring, it was Jack. The official was too busy dealing with Christian they didn’t see Jack kick me into an exposed turnbuckle, busting open my face. Anna ended up getting the victory leaving me lying in a puddle of my own blood. 

Now here I was sitting backstage getting stitches in my head. At one point Anna came in to apologize for Jack, she said she didn’t know he was going to do that and Anna felt bad. The plan was for her to get a quick roll up and get the win, creating a feud between us but the little stunt Jack pulled changed it all. Looking back at the match I watched as Anna tried to catch me on my moonsault (being a safe professional ofc) but Jack pushed her out of the way, leading me to a hard fall. 

The feud between Christian and Jack had died down, it was over but this little stunt would reignite the flame that was once burnt out. My head was pounding and Christian’s angry huffing and puffing was only making it worse. “Can you please stop, my head hurts, you explaining all of the ways you are going to murder Jack is only making it worse” 

Christian came up to me and examined the fresh stitches in my head. “How many stitches?” He asked me, eyes still burning with anger. “Luckily only six, it could have been way worse” I told him. I could see the gears running in his head. “Well six stitches means me killing him six times” Did we really need another mentor and student feud? “So I guess this means you are not done with him after all then?” I asked, knowing this new feud would be even more violent than the last. “Not in the slightest, he’s going to pay for this. I will show him what happens when you try to mess with my Wife!” With that he left. 

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A New Judgment Chapter 1: WrestleMania 39 (Poly Judgment Day Fic)

Written by @scarletraine​ who can’t seem to remember to post to this godforsaken hellsite so has me post here for your enjoyment!

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7.

Nessa sits between Aalyah and Angie ringside at WrestleMania at the request, at the insistence, of Rey and Angie. She is wracked with nerves having not seen Dominik or heard from Dominik in months since he broke up with her over text saying,

"Nessa we're over, I'm sorry but you don't deserve this, you deserve better." He never responded to anything else and ghosted her. Dom's family kept in touch, taking her out for her birthday and such, and filled in some blanks but nothing is making sense and she is conflicted and hurt. Nessa starts playing with the bracelet that Dominik gave her on their anniversary which belonged to his grandmother and means a lot to her and to his family. She starts to fidget more as Dominik makes his entrance and makes his way down to the ring.

Aalyah sees how nervous and fidgety Nessa is and gently places her hand on Nessa's shoulder.

"You look hot girl, he is going to regret what he has done," Aalyah tries to boost Nessa who only shrugs her shoulders, her black lace top corset matching her ripped jeans, accentuating what she feels are her best assets, but Angie was the one who picked the top and Nessa is suspicious as to their motives to bring her there tonight even though they have been nothing but welcoming to her.

Nessa's eyes never leave Dominik's body as he makes his way down to the ring and begins to strut as he enters it. He faces his mom, sister, and ex, his expression changes for a split second, Nessa would have missed it if she blinked, he almost looked remorseful. Aalyah sees it as well and leans over again so she could be heard by Nessa.

"Are you ok sis, I know this can't be easy for you," Nessa shrugs again, trying to keep from speaking so her voice doesn't break. Angie looks at the young girl she has grown to love as another daughter in the few years she was with Dominik, getting with him shortly before the pandemic when he met her at her job.

Everyone but Nessa stands as Eddie Guerrero's music comes on and Rey comes out in a lowrider being driven by Snoop Dogg. She doesn't see however, her eyes don't leave Dominik, the hurt evident on her face. Every time he looks over at his mom and sister he never meets her gaze. As Rey enters the ring Dom puffs out his chest acting tough. It isn't until the match starts that she says anything to them.

"I can't do this I'm sorry..." She moves to get up with tears in her eyes to leave but Angie grabs her wrist.

"Mija please. I know this is hard, but we are here to support them and hopefully put this mess to bed."

Nessa looks at her incredulously, "How can I support either. I still love Dom but he broke my heart and it is clear he doesn't feel the same anymore if he ever did. I love Rey like a father, and I can't side with either over the other I'm sorry." She tries to gently pull her arm away, but notices Angie's sad eyes flicker to the camera aimed at them and then to the fighting men in the ring. Nessa groans and plops down, hiding her face in her hands, realizing the commentators are probably having a field day with what she said. She jerks her head up as the crowd gasps and Angie and Aalyah stand up cheering. Nessa sees Dominik between the turnbuckles and a belt in Rey's hand. She stands up mortified no longer caring about the camera.

"Rey, don't do this please!" She screams out, her own past flashing before her eyes and not wanting Dom to experience this embarrassment. She feels Angie grab her arm again but yanks it away, looking on mortified as Rey spanks Dominik. She looks at Rey, betrayal evident on her face as Dominik rolls out of the ring and stands in front of them. Dominik barely glances at her and It is at that moment she realizes why they insisted on bringing her, why she is there. To distract Dom, to guilt him back to his family and her and she feels disgusted.

"What the hell was that?" Dominik yells at his mom over the crowd

"You deserve it!" Angie yells back, Aalyah standing beside Nessa, her drink cup in her hand. Dominik grabs it and glances down before throwing it at her, the liquid also getting on Nessa. Without thinking Nessa is halfway over the barricade holding Aalyah back.

"Aalyah no, don't get involved!" She struggles to say as she holds back Aalyah. Rey hops out of the ring and runs over to check on them only to be jumped by Dominik and sling shot into the corner of the ring. Dominik then grabs rey and slides him back into the ring and gets back in himself taunting the crowd smacking his shoulders.

Nessa stays standing, one hand on the barricade, the other biting her thumbnail, anxiously watching as the match goes on. She feels a gentle tug at her belt loop and looks down to see Aalyah gesturing to her seat. After a moment of debating, she takes her seat. She leans over to Angie, her hand covering her lips so people can't read them and whispers to her.

"Did you insist I come to try and manipulate or distract him so he will come back or lose?" She stares at Angie's face as she thinks of an answer. However, the hesitation is answer enough and she stands back up, unable to hide the betrayal she feels.

"I'm sorry sweetheart we are desperate," Angie tries to grab Nessa's hand only for it to be snatched away. She watches as Dom flings his dads neck on the top rope and jumps out of the ring, pulling Rey out before sauntering back over to them. Worry flashes across his eyes looking at Nessa's expression but he controls his expression and turns to his mom who is standing again.

"What are you going to do about it, you're not going to do anything!" he taunts his mom. Nessa can't hear anything else because she is so shocked when Angie slaps Dom who turns around shocked with his hand on his cheek. Rey comes up behind him and pushes him into the corner of the ring headfirst. He then turns and kisses Angie and mouths ' I'm sorry' to Nessa before throwing Dominik back into the ring. She flinches every time Rey lands a hit on Dominik and Cheers when Dominik kicks out of the Pin.

"Why are you cheering him on, he broke your heart?" Aalyah asks, annoyed and confused.

"Because you guys were wrong to bring me to guilt or distract him, that was wrong to me and him. He needs someone in his corner. Even with the heartbreak I couldn't go against him." Nessa sighs in relief as Dom kicks out of another pin.

"Not only did he dump you, he did it by text with no explanation. He doesn't deserve your support." Aalyah tries to convince Nessa to support her dad instead of Dominik.

"Because when you love someone, you want what is best for them even if it isn't you anymore. If Rhea and The Judgment Day is that for him and it makes him happy that's all I care about." She sees some people nod in agreement.

"I understand and respect that, but I can't condone the disrespect, he needs to be taught a lesson." Angie claps as Rey lands another hit.

"You mean disrespect like calling up your son's heartbroken ex who hasn't seen or heard from him in months, making her sit and watch him thrown around by his father in an attempt to manipulate or distract him. The same ex who has a history of being abused and you know," Nessa's rant silences any response Angie would have.

Nessa is on her feet and watches as Dom flings Rey and catches his neck on the top rope and falls to the mat. Dominik jumps out of the ring and pulls Rey out and tosses him to the ground and heads over to them again. Worried flashes over his eyes for a moment as he glances at Nessa before focusing on his mother who stood up.

"What are you going to do about it, you're not going to do anything!" he taunts, and Nessa can't breathe, a roaring in her ears blocks out what was said next as Angie slaps Dom who turns away holding his face and the crowd cheers. Nessa looks disgusted at Angie and Rey gets up and attacks Dominik and flings him into the same corner as before. With Dom on the ground writhing in pain Rey turns around and kisses Angie and mouths I'm sorry to Nessa who only glares at him as he tosses Dominik back into the ring.

She realizes she fully chose Dominik's side as she flinches every time Rey lands a hit and cheers when kicks out of the pin. Aalyah looks at Nessa annoyed,

"Why do you cheer him on? He betrayed us, betrayed you."

"Because he has no one in his corner and he deserves that. He didn't betray me, he broke my heart. There is a difference. You were wrong to bring me here to distract or manipulate him." She answers as Rey pins Dominik again. She sighs in relief as he kicks out again.

"Why do you want to be the one in his corner since he broke your heart and ghosted you." Aalyah pries.

Not caring about the cameras Nessa answers, "Because i still love him Aalyah, as i said a minute ago, so stop trying to turn me against him." Nessa begins to relax a little when Finn and Damien come out to the ring, she still worries for Rey. While she is hurt at their actions, she doesn't want either to truly hurt themselves or the other. She flinches as Rey is thrown into a turnbuckle and is seemingly knocked out.

"Dom get up and pin him!" Nessa yells out wanting this to be over. She doesn't see but Finn and Damien share a look and nod in an unspoken agreement. Finally, Dom pins his father and Nessa groans as Rey kicks out again. "I just want this to be over..." She mutters to herself before cussing and slapping the barrier as Rey hits the 619.

She is happy but conflicted as Damien and Finn hop onto the apron to interfere. Damien pulls Rey down and takes off his jacket, laying it in the corner of the ring. She is biting her nails again as they both fall out of the ring, the wind knocked out of them in front of Finn and Damien. The LWO runs out and down the ramp attacking Finn and Damien before they could interfere again.

"Come on Dom!!!" She cheers as he sets up his own 618 and then tries to finish with a frog splash and pins his father. She throws up her hands in frustration as Rey kicks out yet again. She stays silent as Dom unties the turnbuckle pad only to walk over to Damien's jacket as the ref retires the pad, from Damian's jacket Dom pulls out a chain. She shakes her head in worry only to be partially relieved as Bad Bunny runs up and snatches the chain out of Dominik's hand.

"Dom look out!" She yells out trying to warn him about Rey behind him who drop kicks him into another 619 set up and a pin. Her face drops as the ref counts to three and Dom is out of the ring by Damien and Finn in front of her. Angie and Aalyah already in the ring celebrating with him having jumped over the barricade. Rey gestures for her to join and she shakes her head no. Finn supports Dom's weight as Damien offers his hand and helps her over the barricade.

"Come with us to the back, Mamita."

"Only to make sure he is ok then I'll go," She responds, ignoring the nickname. They slowly back up the ramp, Nessa looking at Dom worried and looking at the ring betrayed. Once they are backstage and past the gorilla, she is still aware of the cameras following them so she controls her face and walks tall and is almost shocked when Damien speaks again, his deep voice calming to her.

"So, what do you do Mamita?" He asks as they near medical.

"She is a nurse." Dominik groans out the answer supporting more of his weight and Finn starts laughing.

"I'm a charge nurse now for the Pediatric unit at the hospital now Dom."

"Well thanks for your support of our Dom Dom." Nessa hears an Australian accent from behind them as the doctors and nurses check Dom. She turns and sees Rhea and gulps.

"Just wanted to make sure you are ok Dom Dom and to meet this beautiful lady who went against your family to support you." She says as she tucks a loose strand of Nessas hair behind her ear. She can't help the blush that forms. Rhea turns to Dom,

"You do have good taste Dom Dom, I'll see you all after my match" She then turns to Nessa again, "Please stick around till after my match I would like to discuss something with you after." Nessa stands there shocked as Rhea leaves the room.

"Your new girlfriend seems nice." Nessa comments as she watches the medical staff evaluate Dominik. Damien and Finn share the same look as before.

"Well actually we are all together, love." Finn responds and Dom stares at the floor avoiding Nessas gaze.

"Oh that's cool too. Thank you for looking out for him, just make sure you keep each other safe and happy." She accepts what Finn admitted.

"We heard what you said while we were waiting backstage and we admire your loyalty and devotion, mariposa." Damien places his hand on Nessa's shoulder and pulls her into a hug. Her immediate instinct was to pull away but she didn't. It was strangely comforting, even more so when Finn pats her back.

"You're fine Dominic, just going to be sore for a while." The doctor announces before leaving the room. She fiddles with the bracelet again before unclasping it and walking over placing it in Dominik's hand.

"Thank you for letting me be a part of the history of this. It means a lot. Goodbye, Dom." She kisses his cheek and makes her way to the door. She opens it and sees Triple H with his hand raised poised to knock. She steps to the side to let him in to talk to his talent.

"I'm actually here to see you miss?" he leads off silently asking what to call her.

"Klein," she hears a snicker from what she assumes is Damien, "But as you probably know my first name is Nessa." She shakes his outstretched hand.

"I want to talk about what happened out there," He explains and Nessas smile drops to a look of worry and the other three men in the room share the look. Noticing this Triple H clarifies, "You aren't in trouble, but there is business to discuss if you would follow me to my office." he steps aside gesturing for her to come out the room. She nods and follows him out the room as the men of The Judgement Day share a confused look.

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hi, can you write about damian winning the tag team championship but reader making a surprise appearance at the Raquel and Rhea match making it a triple threat and won the womens title from rhea and have a cute moment backstage

thanks for the request! sorry for the wait! realistically, I don't think Rhea would react this calmly...

a surprise champion// damian priest x reader

Readers POV

I watched in shock as Dom ran down the entrance ramp to save Rhea, but before he could do more than grab her hands, I was running out after him. If anyone deserved a fair shot at this title, it was Raquel and I'll be damned if Dom Dom ruins her chances. Jumping up, both of my feet harshly impacted his ribs, sending him flying into the steel stairs. I felt a tight grip on my arm as Rhea pulled me between the ropes and attempted to riptide me, but I countered with a DDT.

"This match has just turned into a triple threat!" The announcers exclaimed into their mics. "(your ring name) has reversed Ripley's riptide with a brutal DDT sending the Women's World Champion across the ring!" I stood in surprise as I realized I now had a shot at Rhea's title. Scanning the ring, I noticed Raquel was still stunned in ringside and Rhea was weakly draped across the corner ropes. Before I could overthink my next moves, I charged at her in hopes of ramming her back into the turnbuckle. She grunted at the impact and I grabbed her arm and leg, dragging her to the center of the ring. I ran back to the corner and climbed to the top rope, perfectly performing a hurricanrana. As soon as I landed, I pulled Rhea into a pin.

1...2....3!!

The crowd erupted into a loud mix of cheers and boos, my theme song beginning to blare through the speakers. The ref handed me the championship belt and I held it high in the air, showing off to the fans. I admired the intricate details on the belt as I held it in my hands, a big smile painted across my lips.

I glanced down as I noticed Rhea starting to stand up and I instantly panicked. She was a tough competitor and I don't know if I would have honestly won the championship if she hadn't already been worn out. I took a few steps back as she slowly approached me.

"Proud of you." She mouthed and reached for my wrist to hold up. Once I was satisfied with the reaction from the crowd, I waltzed backstage and jumped into Damian's waiting arms.

"I'm so proud of you, sweetheart!" Damian exclaimed and spun me around in the air. I giggled and clung on to him tightly, barely able to keep hold of my new championship belt. "You're absolutely insane for beating on Rhea like that, but you were amazing out there, princesa." He planted a soft kiss on my lips and helped me strap the belt onto my waist.

"Thanks, papi." I sent him a wink and did a twirl for him. "How does it look? Like I'm the best Women's World Champion there ever was?" I joked.

"Without a doubt, babygirl." He pulled me close to him by my hips and pecked my lips again. "Now, pose for a picture." He smirked and pulled out his phone, snapping an off-guard photo.

"Priest! I wasn't ready!" I reached for his phone, but he held it high above his head, knowing full well I couldn't reach that height even by jumping.

"The rest of the Judgment Day is going to find this hilarious!" Damian said and quickly walked away while I chased after him.

"Well, folks, those are two of your newest champions from tonight. Looks like we are in for a treat." Byron Saxton said with chuckle as he watched the two of us run through the backstage hallways, closing out the show.

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Training Day Snippet

Here's a little snippet of #6 as per @lunar-reigns request

Pairing: Bron Breakker x OC

Warnings: none…yet

Word Count: TBC

Imani’s chest heaved violently as her back hit the mat for the umpteenth time during their intense training session. “Again!” Bron yelled amusedly from his seat on the top turnbuckle as she was getting up too slow for his liking. “Bitch.” She mumbled to herself, sucking in a deep breath before peeling her sweat drenched body from the ring. They had been training for at least two hours and yet she was the only one out of breath from pointless drills that they teach you in recruitment. “You know when I asked you to train WITH me, I thought we would both be putting in work. You haven't done shit, but order me around like a drill sergeant.” Mani snatched a rag from her duffle on the apron to wipe the perspiration from her face annoyed at the time they wasted being unproductive. Bron was a beast in every sense of the word; he was fast, powerful and smart despite his himbo looks. NXT was getting more exposure and she wanted to diversify her moves to keep up with the rising superstars so she asked Bron to teach her more reversals and flashy moves.

“I was just making sure that you were ready for me.” He smirked jumping from the turnbuckle, the mat trembling under his weight as he cracked his knuckles in preparation. “I forgot what a cocky bastard you could be.” Mani snarled whilst lowering into a crouched position to square up with the larger man. If she wanted to win, her only chance was to use her smaller frame to outmaneuver him which would be tricky with someone of his stature. “Come at me.” Attacking him head on wasn't an option so she used his stance to slide under his legs and deliver a kick to the back of his knees which managed to drop him to one knee. Rebounding off the ropes, she used her momentum to deliver a running bulldog. “Come on, big boy. Pop that shit now.” Imani huffed out with a triumphant smile tugging on her lips proud of being able to take him down so quickly. Her victory was short lived when he sprung back up and was rushing at her with pure focus in his eyes.  “Shit.” The woman mumbled then gripped the top rope, pulling her body through the middle and onto the apron to avoid his grasp. Going for a fan kick to the head when he closed in, he caught her ankle midair. “Predictable, sweetheart.”

Instead of dropping her leg, he pulled it to rest on his shoulder, a devilish grin stretching across his lips. “Good, but you can do better. A shoulder block to the stomach into a sunset flip would've incapacitated the opponent then grounded them. I can’t complain about the view though.” Yanking her leg from his grip, she gave him a sarcastic smile before surprising him with a headbutt. Bron let out a loud chuckle at the unexpected offense as reeled back to nurse his forehead. Scrambling to the top rope for a meteora, her smirk dropped as soon as she leapt, noticing he had regained his composure already. He caught her by the thighs upon Imani’s knees coming into contact with his shoulders. “Aht aht aht. You gotta be quicker than that, little girl.” His smugness vexed her to no end, but she was afraid if she mouthed off she'd be met with a powerbomb.

Clutching the back of his neck for leverage, she mustered up the most innocent smile possible and batted her long, wispy lashes at him. “I thought you were supposed to be showing me how to be better.” In their current position his nose was brushing against her navel and his large calloused hands were mere inches away from her ass. “I could show you a number of moves, but then we’d get suspended for public indecency.” His breath fanning over her clothed sex sent a shiver up her spine making her gasp at the sudden sensation and implication. Bron lifted her off his shoulders with ease then set her back on her feet, his eyes dancing with tease. Invading his personal space purposely this time, she pressed her sweat covered body to his sticking them together like glue with a smirk etched on her full lips. “Care to make a little bet then?”

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Frankfurt 1952

Older/Younger pro tag team lovers.

Wolfgang 52 and Karl 27 (top image) have been a couple for 3 years. They met at their local wrestling gym. Friends initially, things began to develop when they couldn't get through a training session without it becoming a sex fight. For them, wrestling and sex go hand in hand. Mainly singles wrestlers, they wrestle as a tag team around 30% of the time.

They face off against a visiting team from Portugal.

Alfonso 49 and Francisco 29 (bottom image) have been a couple for 8 years. They met when Francisco was doing his national service and Alfonso was a sergeant and pro wrestling coach in the army. He was extremely impressed with Francisco's natural wrestling ability, strength and stamina for a lightweight. He'd often beat opponents from the weight classes above.

Francisco is an incredibly jealous lover, and he's noticed there's an attraction between Karl and Alfonso, and he caught Karl winking and smiling at Alfonso earlier that day.

Match time, the bell rings and it's Francisco and Wolfgang in the ring first. Before the action has started, Francisco points to Karl and says "I want him". Karl is eager to get in the ring. He's sized Francisco up and reckons he can take him.

He thought wrong.

As Karl enters the ring through the ropes, Francisco immediately attacks him with a flurry of extremely stiff forearm smashes to his shoulders, and knees to the gut. He scoops Karl up and and tosses him across the ring, where he lands on his back with a massive thud, winding him.

Francisco walks across the ring and drops to his knees, making sure one knee lands on Karl's neck. While Karl struggles, his opponent works over his gut and hairy pecs with vicious punches and claws. Alfonso realises whats happening and thinks 'Oh shit'. He's seen this before.

Francisco eventually lets up and gets off Karl, knowing he's already weakened him considerably. Wolfgang shouts "Come on Karl! Get up!" as Karl attempts to compose himself. Every time he tries to get up, he's stomped on by Francisco. Eventually, once Karl is on his hands and knees, his opponent tightly grabs a handful of his hair and pulls him to his feet, then grabs his arm and catapults him across the ring, where he hits the turnbuckle with such force the ring shakes. Karl slumps to the floor. Hes picked up by the hair again, dragged into the middle of the ring, and Francisco repeats the move, (He's making sure not to throw him against the turnbuckle at the other end of the ring, where he might be able to tag his partner). Karl is in a lot of trouble now. He's picked up by the hair again. He's winded and barely able to stand. Francisco begins to repeatedly smash Karl's head into the top of the turnbuckle, opening a cut above his right eye.

For the next 25 minutes Karl is subjected to the worst beating he's ever received in the ring. Tied up in the ropes and abused, torture racks into long held over the knee back breakers, an absolutely brutal Boston, that looked like he was going to snap in half, a nasty figure 4, where Francisco took the opportunity to taunt Wolfgang while he made his partner suffer in the hold.

Eventually, Francisco felt he'd made his point and it was time to put Karl out of his misery. He decided he'd finish him off in a Camel (his favourite finisher), making sure they were both facing Alfonso. He grabs Karl's hair, lifting his head up so he could see Alfonso. He shouts to his partner "Do you still think he's cute now? Do you still want to fuck him now?!" and spits in Karl's face, before applying a tight sleeper. When he feels Karl is losing consciousness he whispers in his ear "stay the fuck away from my man".

Wolfgang and Alfonso have raging hard cocks, watching the destruction.

Karl is KO'ed. The bell repeatedly rings, but Francisco keeps the hold on for just a little longer, before releasing and leaving the ring, followed by Alfonso.

Wolfgang immediately gets into the ring to tend to Karl, who lies bloody and battered on the ring floor. He plans on getting revenge.

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