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Eternity - Chapter 9

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Is has been ALMOST A YEAR. WOW. So many of you have been waiting, here it is.

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Starring - Sawyer Holden, Veronica Rodriguez, Nova Jay, Kenny Omega, Adam Page, WARHORSE, The Young Bucks and many small appearances

Word Count - 6,076

Category - Angst, violence, small comedy bits, but this is a very "dark" chapter

Chapter 9/?

Summary - Full Gear has arrived. How will this rivalry end between Sawyer and Veronica? Their lives are about to change forever.

Warnings/Comments - There's so much violence and anger and NEGATIVITY in this chapter guys. Follow @adriii-omega

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ALLELITEWRESTLING- 

BREAKING NEWS : The finals to see who will be the new number one contender for Hikaru Shida’s women championship will now be decided in a Barbed Wire Death Match! The matchup of Sawyer Holden and Veronica Rodriguez will now be the MAIN EVENT of Full Gear this Sunday! 

Warhorse had been lifting in a gym near his home. Music blasting through his headphones, his mind was only on this last rep. The music quieted, meaning a notification had popped up. He sighed, before bending over to pick up his phone. His eyes largened, “Oh no… no. No!” He rolled his eyes, as he already saw tweets from the other AEW wrestlers picking sides. “I got to do something. They’re gonna to fucking get hurt!” He yelled in the gym, which he thanked God was pretty much empty. 

He clicked on Sawyer’s contact name and typed out a text- “I’m calling you in 30 minutes.” Warhorse saw she read it, and shut the phone off before he could see her response. He was determined to wonder what was going on through his friend’s heads, knowing that neither of them were thinking straight.

Sawyer responded to the text, before throwing her phone back down. She got back to her spot on the mat, near Lance Archer. She shouldn’t have any distractions, especially not the night before this huge match. She kept her eyes on the red spots tapped down on the punching bag. She kept going faster and even harder as Lance Archer shouted things at her, keeping the punching bag in place.

They had been training her for this match since the night after the brawl that she claims Veronica started. 

“Left! Right! Stomach!” Archer watched as Sawyer was definitely hitting the targets, but holding back on her strength. He pulled the punching bag away to where she couldn’t reach. 

“What the hell, Lance?” Lance put his hands on Sawyer’s shoulders, “Sawyer, you’re supposed to be my baby murderhawk. And you won’t murder shit if you don’t get your head in the game.” 

Sawyer opened her mouth to protest before he interrupted, “Close your eyes. I want you to think about the match.” Sawyer huffed, closing her eyes and crossing her arms.

“Now imagine, there’s exploding barbed wire all around you. There’s kendo sticks broken everywhere, thumbtacks all over the ground. And you and Veronica are standing face to face, you’re so close to winning that championship,” Sawyer visibly felt angrier, the thought of Veronica winning consuming her, when Lance slapped Sawyer one good time across the face, “And she once again slaps the taste out your mouth.”

Sawyer opens her mouth to yell at Lance before she realizes how angry Veronica made her, stooping that low, like they weren’t even equal anymore. Sawyer opened her eyes, throwing the boxing gloves off and turning back to the punching bag.

Lance held the bag in place as Sawyer delivered punches, this time not holding back. All Sawyer could see was Veronica’s sinister smirk, wanting to beat it off her face. Sawyer’s knuckles started to throb, ignoring it continuing to attack the bag.

The thought of Veronica standing tall at the end of the match made her lose it, causing the punching bag to rip open, sand falling everywhere. Sawyer didn’t even look surprised. She didn’t know how hard Veronica was training right now, but tomorrow, nothing would matter.

Sawyer didn’t want the championship opportunity. She wanted to humiliate Veronica, teach her a lesson. Hell, Sawyer wanted to end her best friend.

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 “To the soon to be champions of All Elite Wrestling!” Brandon Cutler raised his drink in one hand, while holding his camera in the other. “Introducing your soon to be tag team champions… The Young Bucks!” Matt and Nick did their signature pose, making Veronica roll her eyes with a chuckle. 

“Ooo me next!” Kenny rested his hand on Veronica’s waist, and with his free arm, flexed his bicep through his shirt. “Fine.” Brandon huffed. “The man who not only will win tomorrow, but go on to defeat Jon Moxley… the Cleaner… Kenny Omega!” The group applauded, as he made a couple faces at the camera.

“Introduce my girl,” he pointed at Veronica, making her grin. “How could we forget,” Cutler said, putting her in the frame, “The lovely, Veronica!”

Matt whistled, “Sawyer or Shida don’t stand a chance.” He smugged, while Nick draped his arm around her shoulder.

“You damn right they don’t!” Cutler screamed from the other side. She looked around in bliss, spacing out as the group joked around a bit. 

Nick nudged her, “You alright? You sort of zoned out on us.” The group turned their heads looking at her, “Yea. Everything is perfect. Just thinking how good we’re all gonna look with the gold tomorrow.” She raised her glass in the air, causing the rest to clink their root bears. 

Veronica stifled a yawn, and sipped on her drink slowly. She squeezed Kenny’s hand making him turn his attention to her, “I’m glad you’re here.” He whispered. She gave him a toothy grin as her heart began to flutter, “I am too. Tomorrow is our night.” He kissed the inside of her palm before setting it in his lap, and continuing his conversation with Nick about a recent video game he started playing. She only heard bits, as the only thing on her mind was not wanting to let down the people around her.

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Sawyer sat her phone up on her bathroom sink, just finishing her shower. Warhorse stared at her in silence, before speaking up, “I should be there.”

“Jake-“

“No! It’s true, I felt like I could have prevented this…COME ON A DEATH MATCH?! Whose brilliant idea was that?”

“Try Kenny Omega. You think I would trust myself with that idea?” Sawyer said, finishing drying her hair. He held his hands in defense, “I’m just saying Sawyer, Veronica has won more of these matches. I just don’t want you guys to actually hurt each other out there.”

“Jake, she’s hurt me more times I could count… but when she went against the script to embarrass me on national television, that’s when I knew she was putting that mop head, a championship, and this company over our friendship... I’ve accepted that I’m not getting my best friend back. And if that’s the case, I want her to be terrified of me.”

“Sawyer you don’t mean that,” Warhorse tried to reason with her, “It’s the heat of the moment. When you win and you’re celebrating, all you’re gonna want is Veronica there with you.”

“You can fly in, right? That’ll be enough.” Sawyer tried to say sarcastically, but Jake wasn’t amused. “I mean it, Sawyer. Be a good sport about it. Even if she won’t. Things may never be the same but that doesn’t mean to make the situation worse.”

Sawyer huffed, “Alright MOM. I’ll be a good sport. I guess you got a point.”

Warhorse smiled, “I know I do. Now! Get some rest, partying is the exact opposite of what you should be doing right now.” Sawyer groaned picking up the phone, “I will…but I would like to note that you said “WHEN” I win.” She cheekily grinned, making him groan.

“Oh my god! Goodnight Sawyer! I Love you.”

“Goodnight, Jake. Love you too.” Sawyer hung up, putting her phone on her nightstand. 

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Sawyer set her stuff in her locker room. Sighing to herself. So many interviewers, makeup artists, and stage hands came up to her in the fifteen minutes it took to find her door. She looked in the mirror, questioning herself, “Is this all worth it? For revenge? To prove I’m not below her?”

Looking in the mirror, she began to wonder who she had become. The old Sawyer never let her anger get the best of her, but now, she couldn’t even recognize who the new Sawyer was.  Her negative thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock, and before she could even answer, John Silver and Alex Reynolds walked in.

“There she is! The next number one contender!” Alex said, pulling Sawyer in for a hug. Sawyer clenched her teeth, trying to look as unannoyed as possible. “Hey you two! Silver, are you ready for your match?”

Silver put on a cocky smile, “Oh, you already know. Orange will never know what hit him, he’ll be like,” he cleared his throat, putting on a raspy and lazy voice, “Oh my god I can’t believe Silver beat me, I guess I should’ve gotten my hands out of my pockets.”

Alex laughed at Silver’s impression, while Sawyer cringed. Alex and John quickly noticed Sawyer wasn’t laughing, as they awkwardly quieted down. 

Alex put his hand on Sawyer’s shoulder, “Are you okay? You seem…off.” Sawyer shook her head, “I’m great. Just the fact that my best friend has put me through living hell and tonight I’m finally giving her a taste of her own medicine.”

John cheered, receiving a glare from Alex. John mumbled sorry before Sawyer continued, “I mean, this could’ve all been avoided. If she just didn’t slap me on national television. Like what the hell?”

The two men looked at each other then back at Sawyer, nervous looks forming on their faces. “Yeah…about that.” Alex said, scratching the back of his head, shuffling away from Sawyer. She arched her brow, when Silver blurted out, “We were trying to help you out, but we ended up pissing her off…” John cringed, “And we’re the reason she kinda slapped you.”

Sawyer sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, “So my life is being risked in a Barbed Wire DEATHMATCH, because you wanted to make her cry?” 

“It was mainly John! He even called her a hoe!” Alex said, pointing at his tag partner. “Alex what the fuck!”

“JUST…get out. Please… before I kill both of you before the Buy-In even starts.” Sawyer said, grabbing her ring gear. 

Alex and John shuffled out the locker room, before Alex peeped in one last time, “You’re gonna do great, Sawyer. The Dark Order is all rooting for you.”

Sawyer smiled, hearing the door shut. Her mood became lighter, as she really did realize that she might have lost a good friend, she was making more along the way.

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The preshow had just begun to start. The few fans took their seats around the arena and began to cheer as the countdown to Full Gear was on. Hangman had just come from collecting his new and “improved” gear for tonight when he saw Veronica walking in. 

She looked stressed, her hair was tied up in a messy bun and her sweatpants sagged extra low. She honestly looked like she hadn’t had a good sleep in weeks. Seemingly to be in her own little world, not noticing any of her surroundings. “Thanks for making my gear, I bet it looks awesome!” She thanked the seamstress, before taking her items and beginning to head back. Hangman began to panic, holding his arm out while speaking before he got the chance to think. “I can’t wait to see it!” he shot. 

She jumped in surprise, “Oh…I didn’t know you were here,” she eyed him suspiciously, “Thanks though… and good luck tonight.” She tried to leave again, until he pulled her back. “Wait, no. You’re not just gonna leave me here again. Aren’t we going to talk about-”

“I don’t think there’s anything to discuss. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we all got shit going on right now. I’m not trying to be a distraction.” She spat at him with a bit of venom. It stung him a bit, making him loosen his grip. “You aren’t a distraction to me V! I just thought I finally had a friend around here.” Her eyes softened, but she shook her head with disbelief. “Why do you keep trying with me… haven’t I given you enough reasons not to trust me Adam? I’m no good for you.”

“You don’t get to decide that for me…” He said to her, “Just like you shouldn’t let Kenny keep making decisions for you.” Veronica looked at him in confusion. He chuckled at her expression, “Sweets, you gotta see what he’s doing to you.” He laughed. 

“You… you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“This…” he pointed at her, “Has Kenny Omega and the Young Bucks written all over it. You’re their little group project.” He confessed. She clenched her fist to the side, and clicked her tongue. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Veronica responded. Hangman squinting at her, then at the bag in her hand, “Let me see your ring gear.”

“I don’t want to show you. You will have to wait like everyone else.” She pinned the bag behind her back, out of his reach. “Fine. You got me… is that free ice cream?” He pointed down the hall, making her whole body turn quicker than she could get the chance to react. He swiftly snatched the bag out of her hand, “Alright, let’s see…” He placed the bag nicely on a nearby table and began to unzip it. 

A smile formed, as he was in awe of the diamonds. He ran his hand down it, “Wow… Sandra really outdid herself with this one.” His hand stopped as his fingers got tangled, he looked over at her before pulling the jacket out. “TASSELS?”

“Would you be quiet!” She grabbed the jacket back from him, and put it nicely back in the bag. “Mind your business.”

“You have never worn tassels before. That’s new… kinda reminds me of a certain tag team, and those shorts are way… different from your usual baggy style.”

“Am I not allowed to try new things? My baggy pants, and hot tops are still there. I just wanted to spice it up for the pay per view tonight.” She smiled, “Plus… the tassels were a recommendation from Matt. It’s a one time thing.”

He scoffed at that, “He’s always recommending tassels to everyone… they couldn’t pay me enough to wear that shit.” She let out a small laugh before leaning in, “I think you could pull it off almost as good as them.” Veronica complimented with a smirk. “No, I’m okay… I’ll stick to my things, and you stick to… whatever that is.”

“I’m going to make you eat your words, Page.” She picked up her belongings, and made her way back to the locker room. He watched her go, and when she was gone he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Page let his head fall back on the wall behind him, and ran his fingers through his hair. Even after she put him through hell… she was back where she’s been since he met her. In his head. And with his match coming up in less than half an hour… he knew he was doomed.

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Nova waited for her cue to go out, which was a certain signal from Ricky and Brian Cage. Taz had come out, yelling at Cody and Darby on the mic. When Brian attacked Darby from behind, with Ricky following him after, she knew she was coming up soon. She watched as Brian threw Cody right into Ricky for a spear.

Right when they grabbed Darby, she ran out, pretending to get in between the two teams. The audience popped, Taz however, was screaming at the top of his lungs for her to move.

She went up to Ricky, pretending to lecture him.

“It looks like Nova and Ricky are having a bit of a disagreement here, Excalibur.” Tony Schiavone said, watching this all go down on the monitor. 

Nova “gave up”, throwing her hands in the air and turning towards Brian, who was holding up Darby by the back of the neck. They stared each other down, when Nova delivered a clean roundhouse kick, straight to the left side of Darby’s face. The crowd was shocked, but no one showed it more than Taz. 

Nova rolled out the ring, yelling at Brian to push Darby out. She dragged him over to the car, which he had made his entrance on, calling Ricky and Brian over. 

Brian hoisted Darby up, before powerbombing him onto the windshield. Nova and Ricky smirked, making their way up to the stage. Taz looked in disbelief, before holding his hand out to Nova.

She hesitated to put hers out, before she finally shook his hand, “Welcome to Team Taz.” He said, yelling at the camera guy to come closer.

“New Team Taz member! Nova Jay! The Supernova!”

Nova smirked, when Ricky grabbed her by the waist, kissing her passionately. They smiled at the camera before making their way backstage, Nova was finally noticed, and she was going to make sure everyone’s eyes stayed on her.

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Sawyer cracked her knuckles. Everything and everyone around her becoming quiet. Her earphones blasting. Her heart pounding. This was it. 

“Sawyer you’re on after this break!” Dustin Rhodes called from his monitor, “Go teach that bitch a lesson.” Sawyer handed her phone to Nova, who looked like she was about to vomit. “I’ll be fine.” Sawyer assured her friend, “This needs to be done.” 

“Why did it have to come to this though. Sure, you and Veronica have fought a hundred times before. But this is …” She stopped as she looked over and saw Veronica coming in. New ring gear on display, as she got rid of the baggy pants and went to new revealing shorts and a gorgeous rhinestone jacket with a picture on the back she couldn’t recognize, along white long tassels… it was hard to miss her. 

The wrestlers began to find any monitor they could, not wanting to miss a second of anything. Talking amongst themselves, placing bets. In awe of the reaction that the two had gotten in such a short amount of time. The crowd was awake, and ready for a fight.

“Knock ‘em dead baby! We’ll be here when you get back!” Chuck Taylor quickly yelled, making Sawyer turn just in time to catch him. She gave him a thumbs up, before she headed through the curtain.

Taylor glanced in Veronica’s direction feeling her stare already on him. He rolled his eyes at her before going to find a seat next to Trent and Orange.

 “Popcorn?” Trent offered as Chuck sat down. Orange lazily stuck some kernels in his mouth.

“I’m not sure what trick she has up her sleeve, but I don’t like it.” Chuck gestures toward Veronica who was beginning to warm up. “Her presence is enough to mess with your mind. Don’t worry about it, Sawyer is gonna WHOOP DAT ASS!” Trent said loudly, on purpose earning a scoff from behind them. The three turned around and were met with Kenny Omega and The Young Bucks. “You sure are biting off more than you can chew, Baretta.” Matt snarled. Orange looked between the two, lowering his glasses.

Trent spoke up again, “Matt, no matter how hard you try. She isn’t going to sleep. with you. You need to realize that. It’s starting to seem desperate at this point-”

“Choose your next words carefully, momma’s boy.” Kenny got in his face. “I wouldn’t let her name leave your mouth again, if I were you.” Trent bit the inside of his mouth, looking back at his friends. “Forget it man, let’s just watch the match.” Chuck patted down the chairs, getting them to cool it. From the back of his head he could feel Matt began to burn holes through the trio making him smirk to himself. He had hit a nerve with Matt Jackson, and nobody knew that but him.

The beat dropped for Sawyer's entrance music, making the crowd more electric than they already were. She couldn’t help the smile break through as she stood on the ramp. The pyro went off, and she posed for the camera. She removed her jacket, revealing a dark gothic attire. The front row of wrestlers applauded, as she walked down to the ring, she got on the apron and began to take it all in, knowing this was the only bit of peace for a long time.

Veronica tilted her head in Nova’s direction as she passed. Not caring about Ricky clutching her to his side, or the glare they both gave her. She shrugged it off and went out as if this was an actual “storyline.” 

She walked out earning a mix of boos and cheers. She closed her eyes and turned her back. Revealing her jacket, to be a picture of a throwback photo of her, Sawyer, and Nova… with a drawn on angel halo hovering over her, and devil horns drawn on Sawyer. She chuckled at her antics, and spreader her arms to let the tassels gracefully fall, “Let’s fucking go!” She yelled, before making her way to the inside of the ring.

Sawyer never took her eyes off Veronica, ever since her music hit. If looks could kill, they’d both be dead. The bell rang, and Sawyer extended her hands outward for a lock up, while Veronica extended a foot— that connected with Sawyer’s nose. She blindly rolled her up, but Sawyer kicked out before three making the crowd gasp. She quickly backed up in the corner, trying to avoid the ropes from blowing up around her.

“WHAT THE HELL V?” She yelled, getting in her face. “YOU REALLY WANNA START LIKE THIS?” She pushed Veronica, making her fall on her backside. She immediately got back up, getting right back in her face. “Hit me.” She repeated, while harshly shoving Sawyer. “I know you want to.” 

Sawyer raised her fist, only to be slapped by Veronica before she could react. The crowd sat on the edge of their seats in anticipation, watching Sawyer blow the hair out her face, and stare down Veronica between her brows. She slightly gulped, not breaking her stare. Sawyer began delivering rapid kicks to her sides, then quickly delivering an arm drag sending Veronica just inches away from ropes. 

Her eyes widened, as she realized how close she was. Turning around she attempted to run away, but was met with a dropkick that sent her flying into the ropes, immediately feeling the electric wire going off around her. She yelped, as she rolled to the outside, not wanting Sawyer to gain an upper hand. Her skin began to burn, and the wind that was knocked out of her was still trying to come back. 

Sawyer’s first thoughts being to go check on her, before remembering the reason they were in this match in the first place. She shook her head, shaking all the sympathy away. As she climbed to the top turnbuckle, she stood along with the crowd. Phones flashing, their voices rising. Screaming, as she attempted a perfect moonsault to the outside. Suddenly, feeling a devastating crack to her ribs, causing the audience to fall in silence. Veronica held the kendo stick in her hand, leaning on the barricade. She watched Sawyer lay on the floor, refs coming to check on her. She pulled Bryce by his T-Shirt, wanting to continue the damage. She swung another good three times, before rolling her back in carefully. She went for the pin, once again.

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“This fight will continue,” Tony yells in his headsweat. Sweat beading off his forehead. “We all knew that wasn’t gonna be enough to put down the Angel Slayer.” Jim added. “It’s almost as if…that name couldn’t be any more truer tonight. The white, the diamonds, the entrance…Veronica is the angel that Sawyer is slaying tonight. We’re in for one hell of a ride.”

The two had been going back and forth for about fifteen minutes. Each seeming to have a counter for each other’s move, and when they didn’t…they just started beating the absolute shit out of each other. Blood was pouring from the hairline of Sawyer, who had been curb stomped on a pile of chairs. While Veronica's left eye was beginning to swell up, as well as a huge slash from being sliced by a piece of the broken table.

Luckily, Sawyer had done her best to avoid the electric wire throughout the whole match so far. The two crawled their way back into the middle of the ring, Veronica kicked pieces of broken table out of her way. She gestured her finger at Sawyer telling her to bring it on. She charged, only to be hit with a drop toe hold. She held her mouth, and realized she fell forward on a steel chair. Immediately, tasting blood. Veronica smirked to the hardcam , rolling out the ring and pulling up the ring skirt. She tossed a couple of kendo sticks on the ramp way, for an emergency. She faked a confused face, before innocently pulling out a light tube. She rolled in the ring, swirling it around. Sawyer saw it, and let out a groan. She raised her middle fingers up, spitting blood at her. Veronica laughed, wiping it off and whispered, “You asked for this bitch” before cracking the tube on her head, glass shattering around them. Quickly covering for the pin. 

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Sawyer barely kicked out. Making Veronica throw a tantrum, “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?” She screamed at Bryce, who did his best not to back down. “LEARN TO DO YOUR JOB.” Veronica pointed her finger in his chest. 

“Back off of me. Focus on your match, Rodriguez.” 

“Don’t tell me- AH!”

Veronica was lifted from the ground, and placed on Sawyer’s shoulder, who when no one was looking had wrapped a piece of barbed wire around her kneepad. Veronica tried to scramble, hearing the crowd go crazy as Sawyer signaled for the Go to Sleep with her hands. She successfully hit it, cringing as she stuck to Veronica’s forehead. The crowd gasped, and held their hands over their mouths. She went for the pin.

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Aubrey was milliseconds away from her hitting the mat, they could feel it.

“WHAT? VERONICA KICKED OUT. VERONICA KICKED OUT,” Excalibur rose from his seat. “BARBED WIRE IS STICKING TO HER FOREHEAD…WHAT THE HELL?” Jim asked with concern. “What are we witnessing here folks?” 

“This is awesome!” The crowd chanted, if there was a roof on Daily’s Place, it would have been blown straight off.

Sawyer laid in the corner, not knowing what else to do as she stared at her former best friend with widened eyes. Veronica waved towards the entrance ramp, signaling for someone to come out. Sawyer turned her head with confusion, tears forming as she saw Kenny Omega and the Young Bucks dragging a helpless Chuck Taylor and Orange Cassidy.  She stared in horror as she saw Orange and Chuck get hit repeatedly in the torso with kendo sticks. Their cries making Sawyer furious.

“You bitch.” Sawyer huffed, as she began to drag Veronica back by her feet. Veronica kicked, connecting with her busted lip, making her curse. Veronica quickly snapped up, ducking as Sawyer attempted to grab her. Going around her and connecting her arms for a snap dragon suplex. An idea popped in her head, as she looked at her boyfriend who nodded with darkened eyes. She backed up to the ropes, breathing in, and before she breathed out she delivered a devastating snapdragon sending Sawyer through a ton of pain, as her neck was met with electricity. She hid her face, as she repeatedly hit the mat, doing everything to not let her pain be shown.

Sawyer stumbled to stand, as Veronica began to spit more venom at her, “You thought what they did was bad?” She chuckled, as Matt threw a kendo stick in her direction. She picked it up, and placed it under Sawyer’s chin making her look at her. “Watch this-” She swung, only for it to be caught under Sawyer’s arm. She gritted her teeth, not letting her react to the sting. Veronica did her best to pull it back, but she wasn’t budging.

Veronica reached her arm back to attempt to slap Sawyer again, but she grabbed onto her, slowly looking up at Veronica with angry eyes. Sawyer delivered a headbutt to Veronica’s, “That’s for bringing your boyfriend into this!” Left hook, “That’s for hurting my friends!” She kicked her in the stomach so her back hit the turnbuckles, “THAT is for putting a title over our friendship!” Sawyer balanced the kendo stick in her hand, “And THIS is for all the pain and tears you’ve put me through since July!” She went feral, whacking Veronica left and right. Veronica bawled up on the floor, trying her best to avoid her. Only to get hit harder, not being able to move. She whacked Veronica in the back once more long enough to climb to the top rope. Sawyer stood and looked around the crowd of people and wrestlers, who cheered her on as she finally did what she always wanted to do. A swanton bomb, on live pay-per view. The crowd erupted as Sawyer went in for the pin, without her Canadian Destroyer.

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The girls laid there, staring at the ceiling. Their breathing rapid, their faces red. Veronica felt the tears start to form, she scooted away to the other side of the ring, hand over mouth holding back sobs. 

“Sawyer.” Chuck shook her, “You did it baby. It’s over.” He groaned, holding his side. Her head snapped towards him, and Cassidy who were both equally hurting. “Me? I won?” She looked with disbelief. Orange gave her a thumbs up, as she pulled them in for a hug. “I’m so sorry you guys got hurt.” 

“Eh.” Cassidy lazily replied, “We lived.” 

Veronica watched the three, not realizing her own group was next to her. “Let’s get out of here.” Nick bent down to help her up, she wrapped an arm around his shoulder looking for Kenny who couldn’t meet her gaze. Instead, he angrily stared at Sawyer, who had the biggest grin on her face as she stared back. 

“Kenny-“ Veronica reached out, his demeanor broken, as he saw her covered in blood. “Jesus Christ…”He commented, pulling her away, flinching when he heard her wince. “Careful with her hip, it’s gushing.” Matt commented. 

Veronica tried to respond, telling them that she was fine until she saw Hikaru Shida walk right past her, with her AEW Women's Championship straight to the ring for Sawyer. 

Jealousy filled up, and she couldn’t help looking away as they stared down at each other. The sounds of her boyfriend’s concern were muffled, as all she could do was focus on them. Sawyer couldn’t help but glare past Shida sometimes. Veronica’s tears staining her brain. Eventually, Tony Khan came out applauding as the crowd gave a standing ovation. 

It was over. It was finally over.

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Sawyer tried her best to get rid of the smile on her face, but she just couldn’t. She was on Cloud 9. Of course, something felt off. She knew what it was, Veronica. But she knew, she couldn’t let this affect her celebration. She turned up the music playing from her speaker, hoping that even Rihanna could distract her from this feeling.

Just as she put on the finishing touches of her outfit, there was a knock on the locker room door. “Come in!” Wardlow walked in, bouquet of flowers in hand, “There’s the next women’s champ! God, you’re amazing.” Sawyer gasped, “Michael! You’re so sweet.” She took the flowers, giving him a kiss.

“So, you really gave Veronica hell out there. How about you and I go to dinner? You’re already dressed, and of course, I have another gift for you back at the hotel.” He smirked, grabbing Sawyer by the waist from behind, hands sliding up and down her body.

“That sounds lovely Michael, but some of my friends set up a party for me at my favorite bar downtown. You wanna come with?” She asked innocently, thinking nothing of it. Wardlow’s energy shifted, he suddenly just seemed furious.

“You’re kidding. You’d rather spend this win with vodka and screaming than wine and classical music?” He asked, acting like there was no discussion. “Uh, yeah. It is my celebration.” Sawyer grabbed her purse, heading for the door.

“And let me guess, Chuck set this celebration up.”

Sawyer stopped in her tracks, her mind was telling her a million things, but only one was the right thing to do. “Well, you caught me. Chuck did set this up. And Isiah. Along with Nova and Ricky. And how could I forget ‘your’ buddy, Max? My friends set this up, Michael. They knew this would make me happy and they were right, I’m going!”

“I knew you were still talking to that weirdo! I knew I couldn’t trust you. If you walk out that door, we’re finished.” He threatened. Sawyer only stared back, frowning, tears forming in her eyes.

“After everything I went through tonight,” Sawyer choked on her words, before cutting the act, “You think I’m scared of a white man breaking up with me? I’ve seen some stupid shit, but this has gotta be the stupidest shit ever. We’re done, the third shot is dedicated to you!”

Sawyer cackled, walking out of the locker room, knowing that Wardlow no longer affected her. 

On the other side of Daily’s Place, the Elite got to the back. Veronica doing her best to not crumble in front of the roster. She felt a hand leave her lower back, causing her to stop them in their tracks. “Kenny, what are you doing?” Matt asked, not sure why he stopped walking. 

“You guys go on without me… I have to catch up with Don.” He looked between them, giving a disappointed look toward Veronica, “Just let me know what the doctor says.” 

Veronica’s face grew with confusion, “You’re not coming with me?” Matt held his grip on her wrist, as she tried to walk away from them. “You’re hurt.” He reminded her, “I’ll make sure she gets back.”

“Thanks man.” Kenny spoke, “I got to go fix this. I’m not letting her screw up ruin my future plans.”

Nick’s eyes widened, as a silence fell between the group. Veronica felt her blood begin to boil, as his words finally hit her. “I can’t believe you. I know I didn’t win, but I tried my best and-“

“Save it. I don’t want to hear any more excuses tonight.” He rolled his eyes, before pulling out his phone typing rapidly. Nick and Matt looked between each other, not sure what to do. Veronica pushed through, wincing at every step she took. “You know what? This loss isn’t on ME. It’s on YOU, and you know that. You told the whole world that I was this Elite superstar, and you never once considered my feelings.” Her voice trembled, “Sawyer and Nova want nothing to do with me, because of you, and now I’m finally understanding why.”

She shoved Nick and Matt’s hands off of her as she walked off in her own direction. 

As Kenny watched Veronica walk away, he groaned, throwing his hands up in the air, “I swear to God, I don’t know what her deal is.” He marched off, mumbling to the Bucks about not following him. “She has to be kidding, none of this is my fault. I got her here at the top. In this company, I gave her everything. It’s all-” His own thoughts were interrupted, almost making him stop in his tracks.

“It’s all her.”

Sawyer and Nova stared back, trying their best to hide their grins. “Looks like someone will be sleeping on the couch tonight.” Nova joked. Kenny shook his head, embarrassment beginning to wash over him. 

“You couldn’t even help your own girlfriend, when she needed it most.” Sawyer spoke up, “What makes you think YOU could defeat me?”

He opened his mouth to argue, being cut off by a car honking grabbing their attention, Nova rushed over to the side door leaving Sawyer. 

“One day, Veronica will realize that you were nothing more than a weight holding her down. It really sucks that you were the reason we had to nearly kill each other tonight, but if you think that I won’t stop trying to get my friend back… you’ve got another thing coming.” She pulled her glasses down on her head, letting herself finally relax. 

“Goodbye, and Goodnight Omega.”

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Feels nice to be back, chapter 10 is coming soon.

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[plentyoffandoms]

Everybody's Free (Part 19)

Wardlow x f/Reader

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

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Warnings: Some swearing.

Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Wardlow Masterlist ♡ Everybody's Free Masterlist

Summary: F/Reader is friends with Sammy & everyone in the Inner Circle. She is also a member of his vlog squad. They found out she has a secret boyfriend & they try to figure out who it is.

Daniel - Cash Wheeler ☆ David - Dax Harwood ☆ Ronnie - Shawn Spears ☆ Miguel- Ortiz ☆ Mike - Santana

Sammy Guevara's POV:

The news of YN and Wardlow getting married travelled fast through work and I tried not to pay attention.

"It was beautiful and just so perfect." Is what everyone was saying. That they announced that they were having twins, a boy and girl.

The day of their wedding, Tay found me actually pouting in the hotel pool. She tried to cheer me up, but nothing and I mean nothing was working.

So I decided to take a few weeks off. I needed space to clear my head of all this.

I never once thought our friendship would end like this. I always thought she would be at my wedding and I at hers.

That our children would grow up together and be best friends just like us, but then she had to fall in love with Wardlow.

To me, it still doesn't make sense. She knew how I felt about him and still saw him behind my back.

I even brought that up to Tay. "You can't help who you love Sammy." Was all my girlfriend said to me.

I know her and YN got a long well, but Tay has stood by my side through all of this. Unlike Mike and Miguel.

Those two traitors actually went to the wedding and then left The Inner Circle to join Eddie, who I heard walked her down the aisle.

Which brought me back to when her Grandpa passed away and we were talking about what a great man he was.

"I have no one to walk me down the aisle if I ever get married Sammy. That is the one thing he said he was going to do." YN said as she cried.

"Don't worry YN, I'll walk you down the aisle."

I was pulled away from my memories by a few fans coming up and asking for a photo and autograph.

Wardlow's POV:

Even though we couldn't fly to our dream honeymoon spot, I did book us at a beautiful place called The Sanderling Resort & Spa.

It was still on the beach and we still had our privacy with one another. I do believe I made love to my very pregnant wife on every single surface I possibly could.

Made sure to request a fresh big bowl of strawberries be brought with our lunch each day just for her.

But now we are back home in Ohio. Been home for a few days in our finished home and I have been doing the final touches on the nursery.

YN and I decided that we would have the two of them in the same room until they a bit older and then they will each get their own room.

And that is where she found me most days when I am not with her. I just finished putting together a dresser and I heard her call my name, saying it is time for lunch.

She was sitting at the counter, her hand on her stomach as she happily ate her Turkey burger.

I kissed her on her cheek and then leaned down and kissed her stomach. I could feel the babies moving around.

I was nervous about leaving her alone. After we came back from our honeymoon, we had a Doctors appointment and she told us that YN should be staying home and not travel.

At first YN started to complain because she was hoping she had a bit more time being on the road, but she really only has about a month and half left and hopefully the two of them will not show up too early.

So right now, we are just trying to make the best of it all. Even though I know she hasn't said anything, this is bothering her.

But I am not going to bring it up because I did already and she told me that she was fine.

"What time is your flight?" She asked me, pulling me from my thoughts.

"4 am." She just nodded her head as she took another bite of her sandwhich.

"My Mom says she will be here by 9."

"What for?"

I guess YN forgot. This pregnancy brain is the real thing. "To take you shopping. You mentioned we need a family friendly car."

"Oh yeah." I could tell she was getting upset. YN has handled this pregnancy well. The puking, the cravings, the insatiable sex, everything she had handled with ease.

But her forgetting things has her frustrated more than she will ever care to admit.

"Do you care which one we pick out?"

"No, as long as you are happy with it, that is all that matters."

I already called my Mom and gave her a heads up about where the two of them will be going and that a Taxi will be taking them there.

I also called the car dealership and gave them my information and card details so that way the two of them can just drive off the lot with it.

The two of us finished eating and I quickly cleaned up the kitchen.

I found YN sitting in our livingroom, with a bowl of strawberries and grapes resting on her stomach.

She was watching The Breakfast Club. It was her go to movie when she is sad.

I knelt down in front of her and she paused the movie. I gently cupped her face and she had tears in her eyes.

"What is the matter baby? I know you're sad."

"I don't want you to go."

"I don't want to either but I do have to go to work for a bit."

"I know, it's just I am going to be alone in our home until you come back."

I was going to say that my Mom is coming around but YN beat me to it.

"I know your Mom won't be far, and I know I can call your sisters but they aren't you Michael."

"I will facetime you every chance I get."

"I know, but I just need you here with me."

"Look baby, I am only gone for two weeks. Then after that, I will be home and you are stuck with me until the babies are born."

My mom will be moving in once the babies are born to help YN when I am not here. It is only temporary but YN and I both know she will need help.

"Lets not be sad anymore. Why don't we go out for an early dinner and then go out for dessert." I said to her.

"How about The Cheesecake Factory?"

"Sounds good to me. Why don't we finish watching the movie and then once it is done, we can head out." I said to her as I finally joined her on the couch, popping one of her strawberries into my mouth.

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I woke up early the next morning and just held onto her as I had a few moments to spare before I had to get up and start to get ready.

I had a quick shower and double checked that I had everything. I went downstairs to the kitchen to grab something to take with me for the ride to the airport, but there was my wife, packing me breakfast at 2 am.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and told her thank you as I kissed her neck.

"Do not start something you can not finish Mister. Go, the airport taxi is waiting."

She walked me to the front door and we kissed each other goodbye. Me promising her that I will call her the moment I land.

"Love you Michael. Have a safe trip."

"Love you too baby. Get some more sleep."

I knew she was watching me as I walked to the taxi and got in. I had the driver wait until she closed the door behind her and I could clearly see that the hallway light was turned off and the lamp in our room got turned off a few moment later.

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The moment I landed in California, I called YN just like I promised. She answered the phone on the second ring and she told me my Mom was there.

The three of us talked a bit but then they had to leave. I told YN I would call her later that night and text her throughout the day.

~

It took a bit but I am finally out of the airport and on my way to the hotel, where I met up with Ronnie, David and Daniel.

"There he is. How was the honeymoon?" Ronnie asked me as he patted me on the back.

"It was amazing. Glad we found it. Just the perfect spot." I told them honestly.

"How is she doing?" David asked me. He is the only one out of the group who understands as he has travelled before when his wife was pregnant.

"She is upset she got told to stay home. YN is used to travelling and being with me or anyone of us actually."

"So what is she doing?" Daniel asked as we headed to go and the meeting that Tony was holding in one of the hotel conference rooms.

"Well right now she is going to buy a new car because she needs one for her and the babies." I smiled at the thought of our babies.

The conversation shifted to different topics as we walked, but then I heard his annoying voice.

"Well well well, if it isn't Michael. So nice to see you back. How was the honeymoon?" I didn't answer Sammy, I just kept walking.

"I hear congratulations are in order. Twins? A boy and a girl. Oh how sweet...but I do wonder, are they yours?"

I stopped walking. I heard Ronnie say shit as I turned, ready to knock the shit out of Sammy, but Daniel and David were holding me back.

"Sammy, if I was you, I would walk away before the Big Man puts you in the hospital, yeah?" Max said as he walked towards us, with Colten and Austin not far behind him.

Sammy just smirked at me, knowing he got to me and walked past us but Max had the final word.

"Oh Sammy?" He stopped and turned to look at Max.

"What?"

"If you ever and I mean ever hear you say something like that again about YN, Mike or their children, you won't just have to worry about Mike."

"Is that a threat?"

"Take it how you want, but you have been warned."

It looked like Sammy wanted to say something but all he did was flip us off and walked into the room.

Today is going to be one long day.

Part 20

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[ringthebethal]

The Inner Pinnacle

Chapter 1 - Jackets

Beth Foley was not that good with love. Maybe because her best friend Jake Hager always had a problem with her relationship even though he had been married for 10 years. When Max wants to join the inner circle, Beth’s world turns upside down when she meets Wardlow. But how will Jake feel when he sees his worse enemy and best friend flirt and maybe more?

Please note: spelling and grammar aren’t the greatest. Enjoy.

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I sat on the arm of the sofa next to Santana to her right. Me and inner circle were celebrating Jericho's win. Champagne in my hand as I laughed with the boys. I was wearing a black strapless dress.

‘Will Mick be coming next week?’ Chris smiled

‘No, Father Foley says he couldn’t come your anniversary party’, I smiled.

‘I love your dad’, Jake laughed. ‘He was the weirdest but nicest guy.’

‘He will take that as a compliment’, I laughed as the door opened in walked MJF in a suit and signature scarf. Then his bodyguard Wardlow was in a black tank top.

Max starts to speak, ‘Uh oh, what's going on guys, big party. Cool.’ he turned to Chris. ‘Chrissy, how's it going, bro?’

‘Max, how are you?’ Chris looked confused.

‘I’m great, man. I’m coming here bearing gifts, pretty excited about it because I want to congratulate you on your big win tonight,’ Max stopped me from opening it. ‘Really, I got it, gorgeous, I got it’, he shot me a wink.

‘Ewww, don't call me that’, I mumbled, causing Wardlow to hide his laughter with a cough.

‘Okay, here we go.’ He smiled proudly. ‘What do you get all right, numero Uno? Let's see who this one's for,’ he mumbled, showing off to the camera.

‘Ladies, First,’ Max smirked, handing me the jacket he got made for the inner circle. ‘We made it shorter and more low cut. Show you can show off that body.’

I heard a growl. I turned to see Wardlow glaring at Max from behind. I frowned as my eyes connected with Wardlow. He sent a wink my way.

Max continued, ‘Hager, big man, there's yours, okay.’

Jake looks not that pleased. He was glaring a hole through Wardlow.

‘Let’s see what else we got here, uh oh uh,

Ortiz, there you go, big man, it's a killer.’ Max threw two jackets at the boys next to me. ‘Santana, my dude, fresh jacket.’

Max smiled and handed one to Chris. ‘We got le champion, Chris Jericho’ then dove back to the box ‘and then we got.....’

Sammy looked pissed as Max turned to his bodyguard. ‘Wardlow, what's going on here, man? I know that I got one for him. What's going on here? Was it there for you to pack in the box’

Wardlow just shook his head.

‘Oh my god, this is so ridiculous’, Max mumbled to himself, then spoke up. ‘Um, Sammy, I want you to know from the bottom of my heart this was not intentional. On my mother, I swear on my mother's life.’

‘Whatever, Max. No, no, no, no, no, whatever, man.’ Sammy spat, ‘What are you doing in here, huh? What the hell are you doing in here?’

Chris butted in, ‘Hold on, hold on, hold on. Whatever Max. What are you doing here?

‘What the hell are you doing in here? Well?’ Sammy spat

Max looked insulted. ‘Whoa, whoa, whoa, guys, I am simply here to congratulate you on your victory.’

‘It’s just like I said. I mean, well, I mean, we appreciate this. You came in. You walked in the door. You've been following us around. These jackets are great, by the way. Thank you so much, but I asked you a question a long time ago, and I'm kind of picking up what you're laying down here right, so I'm going to ask you again.’ Chris took a deep breath. ‘Do you want to join the inner circle?’

‘Chris, you know I don't want to be rude here, but I asked you a question a long time ago, and it was quite simple. You never got back to me.’ Max sighed ‘Do you want me to join the inner circle?’

I listened to them bicker between themselves until I saw Jake and Wardlow start to get in each other faces. I got up and got between them.

‘No need to fight, boys,’ I said, my eyes flicking from both of them.

Jake started to advance towards me. ‘Hager!’ I snapped, causing the room's eyes to turn to me. ‘Back it up.’

Jake glared as I felt Wardlow place a reassuring hand on my back.

I looked up to see him send a wink my way.

Jericho stepped in. ‘Stop it. Listen, we appreciate the gifts. They look great. Very classy move. It's a very MJF move.’

Max smiled. ‘Thank you for that. You know what? it's a very Chris Jericho move of you to notice that class, of course, and all I want to say before I leave is I'm so excited for you, man.’ He adjusted his scarf ‘30 years in this amazing sport, and it's been a legendary run, sir. It's been an absolutely legendary one.’

‘Thank you’ Chris smiled.

‘So we're going to head on out. You guys have a great night. Enjoy those jackets I hope you like them. Max backed away ‘they're great. Come on, war dog.’

Wardlow grabbed my hand in his. My eyes connected with his as he kissed the back of my hand. He sent a little wink my way before joining Max to leave. I stood there frozen as I blushed, heavily painted on my face.

‘Okay, see you later, max. Peace out, buddy,’ Jericho waved. ‘Don’t say so much next time, Wardlow’

‘What a loser’, Sammy hollered

‘Whoa,’ Chris said. ‘Perhaps he's not.’

‘Chica,’ Santana placed a hand on my shoulder, causing me to come out of my trance. ‘Are you ok?’

I took a deep breath and composed myself. ‘Yeah, I’m good’, I smiled.

‘Want me to talk to that asshole about touching you?’ Jake glared.

‘No, it’s fine.’ I smiled as Chris looked concerned. ‘I handled worse. Just wasn’t excepting it.’

#wardlow x oc #wardlow x reader #wardlow #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

[deepdisireslonging]

A Stranger in My Head

The reader has been having strong headaches, so Wardlow plans a getaway trip. He has to leave her alone for a bit, and she comes face-to-face with something dangerous and jealous.

Pairing: Wardlow x Reader

Warnings/Promises: horror, cw blood (tiny cut on reader’s thumb), body switching, SMUT (consensual non-consent aspect on Wardlow’s part), bondage, voyeurism

Word Count: 3350

Note: The song “Stranger in My House” by Tamia came over my radio this week, and I really misheard the lyrics. But, I got a spooky fic out of it. This is dark!fic my loves, so please read and heed the warnings. Otherwise, happy reading. And please comment and reblog if you enjoyed it!

Wardlow’s truck jostled again over the bumpy road. Give the man a paycheck, and he may save for a bit, but then…choices were made. You couldn’t be mad though. That smile as he took you both through the woods to your secret retreat meant the world.

Maybe it was the road, maybe it was the work stress catching up, but you rubbed your forehead. Again, a searing headache had split between your eyes. They’d been getting worse for weeks. Sometimes so strong, that you didn’t remember what activities you did after the pain puttered away. The gaps in your memory hadn’t made you miss anything important. But as people began to notice your spaciness, Wardlow planned the trip. Squinting, you took out your make-up compact.

“We are heading into the wilderness to get away from cameras and social media, and you’re checking how you look?” Wardlow grinned over at you, placing his hand on your thigh. Before turning his eyes back to the road, he added, “you look fine, babe.”

You shook your head. “I’m hardly that vain. It’s the headaches again. Though, can a girl be worried that she’s going to come back from vacation with wrinkles?”

While the two of you laughed, the truck went over a rougher-than-usual bump. The compact went flying, as well as your drinks. The interior was in chaos as the cabin finally pulled into view. Curses and giggles notwithstanding, cleaning out the truck of the mess wasn’t the best way to start your retreat. And your mirror was broken, too. One of the shards cut your thumb when you were gathering the pieces. You made light of the loss before Wardlow could get it into his mind to drive all the way back to town to get you a new one. He helped you unload, glancing at you worriedly from time to time as your energy drained. When the last towel was in place, and the last comfy t-shirt was in the drawers, you flopped onto the living room couch.

You grimaced. Everything was too bright. Since when did light sound like ringing? Gratefully, you took the glass of water Wardlow handed you. “Thank you.” You sipped while he quietly read the book he’d been putting off for months. You already knew the ending but kept your promise not to spoil anything until you could discuss it as a couple. He reached a spicy bit, arching his eyebrows and shooting you a look.

“Does this… tome explain why you’ve been so,” he bobbed his head back and forth, searching for the right word, “enthusiastic here of late?”

A sly grin hid behind your poker face. “When I’ve got a man like you, I hardly need the stimuli. But… it’s been inspirational to maybe a few things.”

He was just running his hand up your leg when the headache stabbed you again. Against your best efforts, you grimaced. Wardlow’s leer turned into a frown. “Which bag was the medicine in?”

“Should be the little red one. I think it’s in my toiletries case.”

The pain continued to throb as he searched. Across the room, the reflection of your agony caught in the chrome gilding of the fireplace and in the shine of the blank TV. Focusing on it made the pain recede a bit, but it came back in full force when your love walked in.

“It’s not there. Or in anything of mine. I saw it last sitting on the bed this afternoon. Maybe-“

“Fuck.” You sunk into the pillows. “It’s still there. I had the thought to grab it before we left, but something else came up.” You tried to sit up, “there was nothing else important in it, just-“ The pain blinded you like a car with its high beams on full. You fell back with a gasp.

Wardlow took your hand, letting you squeeze it as long and hard as you needed while you fought. “I don’t want to abandon you so soon into our trip, but… it won’t be the relaxing get-a-way if you don’t have something for all that.”

“It’s twenty minutes just back to the main road.”

He kissed your forehead. “I’ll drive like the wind… without getting pulled over. Promise.”

Before he left, he lit the fire, making sure to tuck a fluffy blanket around your legs too. And he refilled your glass. With one last kiss, he was gone. You heard the squeal of his tires and had to chuckle. If he wasn’t careful, those tires would be shredded within a month.

The quietness of the cabin enveloped you more than the blanket or the warmth from the fire. Somewhere, a clock ticked, setting an easy pace to breathe by. The pain began to recede to a manageable dull rhythm. Cracking open your eyes, you looked at your purse’s spilled contents on the coffee table. The medicine hadn’t been in there either. And your compact was sticky with spilled coffee. But that would be tomorrow’s problem. You settled into the couch, wondering if you should let yourself drift to sleep.

Something else enveloped you: the feeling of being watching.

You’re just messing with yourself. You’re alone in a strange house, and those horror movies you like to snuggle up to Wardlow with are messing with your nerves.

No matter how many times you said it to yourself, the feeling didn’t go away.

Slowly, you sat up, looking around the room.

“Hello?” you called out.

Of course, no one answered.

You thought about calling Wardlow, just to be comforted by his voice. Unfortunately, the wilderness wasn’t known for its cell service. That was kind of the point for going out there. The cabin did have an emergency phone. But calling the rangers didn’t sound like a good idea when you weren’t sure yet if there was actually anybody in the house except you.

Come on. You’re a wrestler. You’ve gotten yourself out of stickier scrapes than this.

As quietly as you could, you untangled yourself from the blanket and went into the kitchen. The large chef’s knife slid smoothly out of the wooden display. There were only six rooms in the house besides the garage. And you had already seen the kitchen and living room. Technically, you’d seen two more, but you prepared yourself to check the master bedroom and bath again.

The hallway between the shared spaces and the bedrooms was decorated with picturesque views of the mountains. And a mirror with a frame made to look like golden branches. No windows, which you appreciated. Nothing like the dark expanse outside to get your blood pumping. You switched on the lights as suddenly as you could with each room you visited. Maybe your unknown fellow tenant would be caught unaware, or the flash would reveal their hiding spot.

The light revealed nothing.

It wasn’t until you passed the hallway mirror for the third time that you noticed it.

At first, you kept going. Because that would be impossible.

But the silver disk drew you in. You observed yourself, looking for the evidence of what you suspected.

The reflected you followed your every motion. Your smiles. Your wrinkles when you scrunched up your face. Rubbing you hand over your forehead, you noted that your headache was gone.

Your reflection’s relaxed smile took on a sharper edge than the smile on your face.

Your lips moved, and your voice spoke. But the words were not yours.

“Took you long enough.” Your reflection crossed her arms, crossing yours too. “I’ve been working on you for weeks. How lucky that we married a man who plans remote vacations when we need to clear our head.”

In the mirror, your eyes burned with questions on your end, and a smug knowing on hers.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this?” She spread your arms in a stretch. “And all it took was a bump. The wives’ tales got it wrong; seven years of bad luck isn’t the worse thing that can happen with a broken mirror.”

Holding your gaze, she bit into the wound on your thumb. What should have been a short sharp pain was nothing more than the acknowledgement of pressure. She held your hand up to the glass, pressing it against hers in the reflection. You shuddered. The next time you blinked, your world shifted. Everything was backwards and wrong. In your stomach, butterflies flipped. She wasn’t doing any better. But when she steadied herself, she made sure to balance herself on the wall instead of the glass.

More than earlier, you realized how much she controlled your movements. She tested out her limbs. Twirling and swinging them, watching your face contort in horror as the sensation sunk in.

You didn’t weigh a thing. Like you were floating. Your feet were on the ground of your reflected world, but they didn’t feel the pressure. A marionette without visible strings, or even the pinch points where they would control you. You were just a reflection.

“Why?” Nothing of your voice came out, but she saw you anyway.

“Because I wanted to feel everything you do. Did you realize that when you’re not in a room with a reflective surface, I don’t exist? And when there’s barely anything to reflect on, I’m barely- Actually. Instead of me describing it, why don’t I just show you?” She stepped to one side of the mirror, stopping in front of one of the nature picture frames.  

You were hollow. There was nothing under your skin except the faded view of your mirrored world. She looked down so you could look at your hands, what was left of them. The reflection’s hardwood floor was visible through your body.

“Now you’ll know what I’ve had to put up with our whole lives!” She rushed room to room, frame to frame and mirror to mirror. Each distance between reflective surfaces you blipped in and out of time. Blinking in and out of existence. She could have run around in minutes, or could have toyed with you for an hour. You wouldn’t know.

Now that she had your voice, your reflection liked to hear herself talk.

“Wanna know how I came up with this plan? Do you remember the mirrored closet doors in our second dorm room? That roommate was never home, so we had the nights to ourselves, figuring out what we liked and what go us… hot.” She twirled over to the stainless-steel fridge. Your blurry image heard her speak like listening through water. “Then you met that hunk, and kept him all to yourself, you whore!”

Her movements were twitchy. Even though she had your body, it was hers to control for the first time. She learned more and more of how to move it with each passing minute. The frat-boy jump over the couch was her final test of her range of motion. You sat on the copy-couch at the angle of the TV.

“All those nights of practice and you couldn’t be bothered to put up a mirror in your bedroom. Even your boudoir is in a separate room! I couldn’t get anything. Just faded ins and outs from my view in the picture frames. It’s not enough, let me tell you. So, I planned a way to get out. I knew it was possible because of your coworker’s reflections. Sometimes, before they go to the ring, the reflections would… take over themselves, and give promos and really get to the heart of what your friends wanted the most. MJF, Athena, even Jungle Boy has let loose a few times here of late. The ‘world selves’ as we’ve named them, aren’t always happy. When they get out, they can’t tell anybody; nobody would believe them. But, because no one has figured out how to maintain the control, they’ve always had to revert.”

She leaned in, staring through your faded form.

“I’m going to be the first.”

The usually comforting sound of Wardlow’s truck approaching only brought you dread. She was delighted. Carefully, she rearranged herself in the position he left you. She took a big swig from the glass, almost choking. Slower, she practiced swallowing again.

She gave you one last jab to hurt you. “You know how you’ve been forgetful these past few weeks? They were test runs. And the books? We have them because I wanted them. And Wardlow is going to get to experience those… inspirations. My way.”

Just as he walked through the door, she laid back into the pillows as if asleep. Your world blinked out, because she couldn’t see you. And with it, your view of Wardlow blinked out. She kept her eyes shut as he checked up on you… her.

“Still feeling bad?” He kissed her forehead, which you couldn’t feel.

“Yeah. Can we turn in early tonight? If you’ll get the bed ready, I’ll meet you there.”

“Sure.”

He was halfway out of the room when she opened her eyes.

What followed as a devious dance. She took pains to avoid sharing reflections with him just to deprive you like you had deprived her. While he was in the bathroom, she took down the master bedroom picture frames one by one, hiding them in the closet until the nightstand clockface was the only reflection left. It was small, making her loom over you like a boot over an anthill. Even that she turned towards the wall, shrouding it in darkness. The next thing you could see was her entering the bathroom. She closed and locked the door.

Glancing at you, she went into your things and dug out the lingerie set you’d hidden as a surprise. Still new to your fingers, she fumbled with the ribbons and ties. Never once did she succumb to the temptation to let you through for a second so she could accomplish her task. Part of you knew that if she accomplished the rest of tonight, you would be stuck like this for a long time.

She winked at you before unlocking the door. She called out, “thank you for driving all that way for me. I feel so much better. Do you mind if I thank you?” The door sung open. You heard Wardlow gasp as she was backlit in his favorite set. Turning off the light, she left the bathroom.

But while she’d been gone, Wardlow had turned the clock around. It was perfectly angled to reflect back into the bathroom, giving you a larger if angled view.

Wardlow hummed in surprise as she slid her fingers up the back of his neck into his hair, pulling him down for a kiss. He frowned at the end. Something was off about it, but then her hands were sliding down his sweats and palming at the heat there. Bit by bit, she revealed every inch of him. He gladly let her push him back onto the bed. She sat on his chest, guiding his hands to run over her body as much as he liked. His hands, large and warm, made her cant and pant. Spreading her legs wider, the crotchless panties parted, helped along by Wardlow’s fingers.

You could feel some of it. Like a wet dream, it was knowing that the sensation was there that made it torture. A hollow version of Wardlow sat under you. But blurry, and only what you could see under her movements. Nothing of his face. The actual heat was replaced by the coolness and separation of the mirror. Now you knew why she was so irate. How many years had you edged her like this? The hum was there, but it was never going to be enough to cum.

She must have hid the ropes you brought after she took everything down. Wardlow chuckled as she tied them around his wrists and the headboard. Then she took her sweet time kissing her way up and down his body. His groans and soft murmured praise made her smile against his skin. Gently, she handled his cock until he was begging for more. Finally, she moved back to her earlier position over his lap. He watched her, enraptured as she sank onto his cock, throwing her head back and fully experiencing the stretch and heat and pleasure of it all. When she was ready, she began to bounce.

Wardlow encouraged her. “Just like that, baby. You feel so good.” He pulled at the ropes, wanting more than anything to touch.

But everything was about her. Desire moved her faster and faster until words failed him. He came, shuddering and flexing under her. But when he tried to calm down, she began bouncing again. She hadn’t cum, yet.

“Baby?”

Faster and faster, she chased her own racing endorphins. Reaching down, she toyed with her clit. As much as Wardlow was enjoying the show, he tried to focus through the pleasure-pain of over stimulation. She ignored his pleas, even when he shuddered with another release. Still, she kept moving.

She going to keep going, even if it hurts him.

“Darling, come on.” Wardlow’s voice wavered. “Cum for me, please. This… it’s too much.”

“Just a bit more.” She reached up and massaged her breasts, pinching her nipples.

You punched the mirror enraged. This was going too far. If she hurt him, she’d never know how to pick up the pieces and you would lose him. But what could you do? Slumping against the glass, you noticed a tiny crack where you punched it. Pressing your thumb to it, the crack lengthened as a drop wavered down. You hit it again, and the crack fractured in tiny directions.

Wardlow was bucking now, trying to move her off. But she kept going. Even when he managed to get a hand free, it wasn’t enough.

Each punch hurt like a bitch, but you had to keep going. Filling yourself with every bit of strength you had left you punched the glass one more time. It broke.

You flew back, off Wardlow’s lap and off the bed like you had been struck by lightning. Feeling the ground beneath you, and the weight of you on the ground, you took a deep chest-wracking breath.

“Babe?” Wardlow freed himself of the other rope. He met you on the floor, wrapping you in a blanket. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to buck you off that hard.”

“You didn’t.” The words felt foreign in your mouth. “I- I jumped off. I’m sorry. It’s-“

“Not that I wasn’t enjoying myself,” he helped you to sit on the edge of the bed, “but can we talk first before trying stuff like that?”

Nodding, you rasped, “of course.”

Wardlow watched you, noting how you weren’t really focused on being in the room. And how you were staring into space through the floor. “Hey,” he said, softer. “Are you okay? Did you have another blank moment?”

You swallowed. “Of a sort. Depending on how the morning comes, they shouldn’t happen anymore.” The weight lifted off your chest, and you breathed deep. “The headaches will be gone too.”

He tilted his head, confused.

Nobody would ever believe you.

Glancing at the clock face, you pushed away the threat. “I’ll explain in the morning.” You cupped your hand around his cheek. Feeling him felt good. “I’m sorry about tonight. It won’t happen again.”

He placed his hand over yours. “Everything is okay.”

A forehead kiss never felt better than in that moment.

After applying lotion to his wrists and making him lay down, you went into the bathroom. She was there, livid as a hurricane. You filled the cup by the sink with water. A drop of blood fell onto the porcelain. As you looked at your thumb, your reflection silently screamed. The wound pulled itself back together. Like it had never been. Your reflection snapped back to mirroring your actions perfectly. The glass of water was the first step of Wardlow’s aftercare. And the first step of taking the next day to explain what happened.

When you got home, Wardlow agreed to putting up a mirror in the bedroom.

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Masterlist 

Other Horror Fics:

Aleister Black - Into the Darkness (Challenge, Highlander Immortals AU)

Finn Balor - Sister in Arms (Short Series)

Jon Moxley - Bite Me (Vampire!Mox, A, Horror)

Roman Reigns - Taste of Terror (S, Horror, Vamp!Roman)

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Dean Winchester

      - Not Only in Dreams (Demon!Dean, A, S)

     - Simple Demon, Simple Pleasures (Demon!Dean, S)

Sam Winchester

     - A Goodbye Ride (A, S, Tw: Dub-Con) 

     - On the Knife’s Edge (S, Dark!Fic)

SPN History Challenge: A Werewolf in Whitechapel 

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Bucky Barnes - Caught in Moonlight (Kink: Werewolf AU; S)

Steve Rogers - To Love the Night (Vampire!Steve AU, Challenge Fic, S)

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Dick Grayson - The Best of Darkness (S)

#wardlow x reader #wardlow smut #wardlow fluff #oc villain #reader insert #halloween #mirror self trope #horror fiction #wardlow fanfiction #aew fanfiction #aew x reader #i wrote this at midnight #surprisingly only took 4 hours

[alicejoaquin1990]

Wrestling Mastlist - And I do take requests, so don’t be afraid to ask me to make a story for you. I do fluffs,Smuts,etc

🌶❤️‍🔥🔥🔞=smuts/BDSM 18+

♡=Fluffs short stories

😈=Angst very dark, depressing, sadness

😰=H/C (Hurt/Comfort)

🧑🏻‍❤️‍💋‍🧑🏽=M/F: involves romance between male and female

👨🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏾=M/M: involves romance between male and male

👩🏻🧔🏽=OC (Original Character)

🤼=A/A (Action/Adventure)

👩🏻‍💻=working on it

🙅🏻‍♀️=nothing at the moment

Damian Priest

365 day 🌶🌶👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 ❤️‍🔥🔥

Santos Escobar

bed springs 🌶🌶👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 ❤️‍🔥🔥

bed springs part 2 🌶🌶👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 ❤️‍🔥🔥

Finn Balor

when i was your man 🥰 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽👩🏻

Wheeler Yuta

👩🏻‍💻 🔞Adorn

Wardlow

when i was your man 🥰 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽👩🏻

Daniel Garcia

All the Things(Your Man Won’t Do)🔞👩🏻‍💻

#finn balor x oc #finn balor imagine #finn balor one shot #finn balor x reader #damian priest smut #damian priest x reader #damian priest imagine #santos escobar #santos escobar imagine #santos escobar smut #wheeler yuta x reader #wheeler yuta imagine #wheeler yuta smuts #wheeler yuta #wardlow x reader #wardlow #aew #wwe

[daddyhausen]

shooting my shot with this request, but would you be interested to write some Trent Beretta/reader post-match with OC angry/sad smutty headcanons?

• angry/angst sex headcannons — trent beretta •

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{ masterlist } | { aew masterlist } | { trent beretta masterlist }

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact } rough sex, angry sex, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, male orgasm, biting,, internal cumshots, vaginal creampie

{ word count } — 418

{ pairing } — fem!reader x trent beretta

{ genre } — smut

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{ taglist } — @stxrrlightwrites13 @boutmachines @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @baysexuality @legit9thlunaticwarrior @slut4kennyomega @wardlow @alexisquinnlee-bc @sammiejane22 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @omegasluvbot @melissahausen @writtingrose @drummergrl1310 @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @baybay-boom @bonehead-playz @cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore @crowleysqueenofhell @romanreigns-supreme @janetreader @eddie-kingstons-wifey @thenerdybaker523 @sunshinevirus

{ comment if you want to be added to the taglist }

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trent was fuming

more than normal after loosing a match

you had found him pacing back and forth in the now empty locker room

everyone had cleared out after hearing him throw a fit

“babe, calm down, it was only a match”

you tried to reason with him

although the sound of your voice was music to his ears, your words seemed to stab him in the chest like a dull blade

“only a match?” he reiterated, eyed widened in faux shock

“no offence to orange but i clearly had that match won”

he tired to calm himself, although the memory of losing to his best friend only pained him more

“i was so fucking close, i could taste it!”

his nails dug into the arm rest of the couch

a sensation that would make your skin crawl with uneasiness

“hey…sit down”

you grabbed him lightly by the shoulder, guiding him to the couch

practically forcing him to sit, keeping him there by straddling his lap, arms wrapped around his neck

“you did the best you could-”

“seems like my best is not good enough” he grumbled, cutting you off

“don’t say that!” you slapped his chest lightly

“i’m still proud of you, though”

his gaze softened slightly, as an exasperated sigh left his lips.

he turned to you, pressing a small kiss the the inside of your forearm

“how about i help take your mind off it, hmm?”

he cocked an eyebrow questioningly, before quickly getting the hin

settling back into the couch

“well…what are you waiting for?”

you quickly stripped your lower half

prying your shorts and panties down your thighs

kicking them off beside the couch

trent was more haphazard with with movements

simply freeing his cock from his ring gear

you wasted no time straddling him again

lifting your hips up slightly, slowly sinking down on his cock

trent, ever the impatient man, grabbed your hips, holding you still as he slammed up into you

using you as his very own personal fleshlight

“god, baby. you feel so fucking good” he barely managed to croak out through a moan

you gave a soft hum in resposnse, teeth baring themselves into his shoulder as his speed increased

“fuck…i’m cumming, baby”

his hands wrapped around your waist, clinging to your frame as he filled you up

he sighed in relief, feeling his cock thrum against your tight walls

“why don’t we go back to the hotel? i gotta give my girl an orgasm in return”

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#{ my fics : 🤍 } #trent beretta x reader #trent beretta smut #trent beretta imagine #trent beretta fanfic #aew #wrestling imagine #wrestling smut #aew imagine #aew fanfiction #aew wrestling

[visionarystoryteller]

Love Meets War | 1

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A {small?} Series

X/OC - Emileeah (pronounced Emily-ah) Rogers - essentially you

Wardlow - Micheal Wardlow

Warnings: if anything tell me

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Emileeah knew when she walked into Daily’s place, she’d be surrounded by beautiful people…she just never calculated how nervous that would make her or how insecure.

Emileeah was a new hire for the photography team in AEW. She studied the camera since she was a tiny high schooler, not that she still wasn’t tiny, at least by wrestler aspect. Emileeah stand 5’5”, with a slender build, someone that definitely spent their time behind the camera instead of in front of it. Not that Emileeah wasn’t beautiful. She had hazel eyes and down to her mid back length of golden honey brown hair, freckles doting on the cheeks and bridge of her nose, she was a natural beauty, but one that often thought she didn’t seem pretty. She did always try to look decent though, even if it was in too big for her sweaters with leggings, or a long maxi dresses.

Emileeah milled around the wrestlers that roamed all around, some looking at her, others paying no mind to her at all. She held her camera bag close upon her shoulder and into her body as close as possible, hoping to become one in the nerves and anxiety of being surrounded by so many. She wasn’t an introvert per say, but she also didn’t put herself out there.

Making her way down a hall, after following numerous, half damaged pieces of paper taped on the wall, that gave her directions. She found her way to Tony Kahn’s office. Taking a deep breath, Emileeah knocked on the door with confidence that would go right back in its hole.

“Come in…” she heard along with some more muffled out words. She took the door knob in her hand and turned and pushed the door open. Upon stepping inside and lifting her head up, she was met with 4 faces. Emileeahs cheeks redden. She’d only met Tony during a FaceTime, not the other 3.

“Um…I…hi…I’m Emileeah Rogers” she tumbled out, wanting to smack herself, Tony knew who she was. The four men all give her a warm smile. Tony stands from his seat as do the others.

“Emileeah, it’s nice to finally meet you in person” Tony makes his way around his desk and pulls her into a friendly hug. She returns the hug, feeling his kind spirit.

“Emileeah, these are the executive vice presidents, Matt and Nick Massie, who are the Matt and Nick Jackson of the Young Bucks, and Tyson Smith, who is Kenny Omega.” Tony introduces the 3 men. She was about to put her hand out when Tyson pulled her into a hug then Matt and then Nick.

“Nice to meet you guys” she says.

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Upon meeting the 3 EVP’s, they took her around Daily’s to show her the ins and outs of the place. They even showed her her own open area where a computer desk sat with a computer, which wasn’t to far from about 3 sets of back drops for each show AEW hosted, Dynamite, Rampage and Collision.

“So anyway, you’ll just be getting photos basically of anything and everything, even the matches, which Tony explained in the interview” Nick says. Emileeah nods.

“Yea he said I would be in charge of the photos that got posted to the social media apps as well, but I just want to make sure I don’t need to have any approved right?” She asks as she takes out her camera at the desk and hangs it around her neck.

“If anything if you want to you can come to one of us, but just have good judgement. You’ll be following along with every field and match, but I feel you’ll understand what to put out there.” Tyson adds. Emileeah smiles at the three.

“Thank you for showing me around. So I guess I’ll just be around capturing till the show starts?”

“Yup that’s perfect! We have a feeling you’ll do great here, your shots that you sent us for your application where amazing, so we’re excited to see how well you capture some of the talent here.” Matt says.

“Also one more thing, we have been filming for our backstage show that shows the viewers what it’s like for us behind the curtain, so don’t be alarmed and just be you. They may want some input from you here and there and little takes for personal interviews but we told them to lay off for a few weeks with those for you so you can get used to just being part of the AEW family” Matt finishes.

“Okay sounds good. I’m gonna go get some shots of the ring before everything starts” she tells them. They all smile and part ways.

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Emileeah positioned the camera on the apron facing the stage, the Trons on for Dynamite. She snapped a few photos when she noticed a few people walk out of one of the tunnels. She stayed as invisible as possible getting the views of the people looking out into Daily’s place.

“You know, you’re not as sneaky as you think your being” a voice says from beside her. Emileeah jumps back, turning her head, looking up at a women a little taller than her.

“Sorry didn’t mean to scare you” she says putting a hand on Emileeahs shoulder.

“I’m Britt, also known as Britt Baker DMD” she smiles at Emileeah. Emileeah takes a breath and gives her a smile.

“Hi, I’m Emileeah, the new photographer” she says while looking back at the stage, where now a few other people stood.

“Those tools up there, are Maxwell Jacob Friedman and Adam Cole bay bay, but Adams real name is Austin, he’s my dumbass boyfriend” she giggles.

“And maxwells real name?” She asks looking at Britt.

“Honesty the same as his stage name. Except I think his middle name is actually different.” She laughs. Emileeah nods.

“Don’t worry Max can be an asshole but when everything isn’t being filmed for photographed, he can be a pretty chill guy, very hard headed but chill. Austin is well…”

“I’m what Britt?” A voice says from the side of Britt.

“Hi bay bay, I’m just letting our new photographer, Emileeah know about how you guys aren’t as intense as you guys seem in the ring or on tv” she smiles. He smiles back and kisses her forehead.

“That is true. I’m Austin. It’s nice to meet you Emileeah” Austin says pulling her into a hug.

“Are all wrestlers huggers?” Emileeah asks with a small laugh.

“Most of us yes, you’ll get some of the best hugs here. Specially Micheal, he’s like a big teddy bear” Britt says, thinking about her close friend.

“I can attest to that, guy does give great hugs” Austin laughs.

“Micheal is? Sorry I still haven’t really met many people. I used to watch wrestling but that was when WWE was the bigger staple. They barley even looked at my application before turning me down” Emileeah shakes her head. Britt gives a stank face but waves her off.

“Well AEW will be lucky to have you first of all, secondly, you’ll probably know some wrestlers then…a lot of WWE alumni ended up here in AEW. Which I may be biased but they’re so much better off here then there” Britt says.

“I can agree, I was in NXT and as much as I loved it, I didn’t feel my full potential being reached” Austin chimes in. Emileeah nods.

“Well then I will consider myself lucky that Tony looked over my application then” she smiles. Britt smiles and takes her hand.

“Come with us, we’ll get you introduced to some, and get you more hugs” Britt smiles. Emileeah nods and follows britt and Austin follows the two girls.

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Britt and Austin took Emileeah around to meet wrestlers. They had come into contact with the Acclaimeds Anthony and Max along with Billy Gunn, whose real name was Monty. Emileeah remembered watching him in the WWE. They welcomed Emileeah with open arms, of course giving her hugs. Then they came into contact with Chris Irvine, or we’ll known as Chris Jericho. Y2J was one of Emileeahs favorite personas of Chris Jericho. She also loved Fozzy growing up. Of course Chris gave her hug, Britt making it her mission to let the wrestlers know she’s making Emileeah get hugs from the wrestlers.

Eventually Britt, Emileeah and Austin made there way into catering where almost all wrestlers seemed to be. Britt looked around the room, standing on her top toes looking for someone, while Emileeah let go of her hand to snap a few pictures of the busy catering. The wrestlers mostly sat within in their stables, most mingling with the other stables but she made sure to only get certain ones, knowing some probably didn’t like each other kayfabe.

“Aha! I see him!” Britt says smiling. Emileeah looks at britt then Austin with question.

“Who?” She asks.

“Micheal.” She smiles at Emileeah. She grabs Emileeahs hand and makes her way through some of the wrestlers that where standing in the way.

“Move please” Britt said, a mission in her mind. Emileeah gave a small sorry smile to some of them as they passed but they just brushed off Britt, they were used to her. Britt made her way to a table in the middle and stopped, pulling Emileeah to her side, putting her arm around her shoulder.

“Hardy’s, Micheal” Britt says. The three men at the table look up at Britt. Emileeah almost star struck seeing the Hardy’s. It really did seem as if the hood wrestlers of wwe came to AEW.

“Afternoon Britt, whose this?” Matt Hardy asks. Britt pulls Emileeah in front of her, hands on both her shoulders.

“Guys I would like you to meet the new photographer, Emileeah. Me and Austin decided to take her around to introduce her to some of the wrestlers, getting hugs. Emileeah here didn’t think we’d be huggers as wrestler” Britt laughs. Emileeah feels her cheeks heat. Micheal who was pretty quiet was just trying not to stare. Emileeah was beautiful.

“Emileeah, this is Matt Hardy, Jeff Hardy and the teddy bear Micheal Wardlow” Britt says pointing to each.

“Shit Britt I’m not a teddy bear” Micheal laughs running a hand down his face before getting up and making his way over to the girls. He first gives Britt a hug and then gives Emileeah a hug. Emileeah was tiny in Micheals arms that when he stood to his full height to hug her, she was lifted of the ground, eliciting a squeak out of Emileeah. Micheal laughs and puts her down.

“Sorry small stuff” Micheal says looking down at her, once she’s on her feet. She looks up at him and smiles.

“S’okay, you do give good hugs though, Britt is right” Emileeah says. Britt smiles triumphantly.

“Alright I want hugs too!” Matt Hardy laughs. He pulls Britt in first then Emileeah, Jeff doing the same. Micheal smiles watching her interact with the Hardy’s. Britt bumps Micheal with her shoulder.

“Isn’t she the cutest” britt whispers to him. Micheal looks down at Britt with a smile shaking his head.

“Britt…yea she’s beautiful” Micheal says shaking his head with a small laugh and smile. Emileeah gets a few shots of the Hardy’s, Matt explaining he needed to get his Barbie girl on.

“I think me and her are going to be great friends, so please watch out for her back here if me or Austin aren’t around…I just get the feeling she doesn’t have many people watch out for her. I like her to much already to watch her get eaten alive by some of the kayfabe personas back here” Britt says. Micheals nods.

“No doubt.” Micheal agrees. Emileeah walks back over to Britt.

“I’m gonna get some food and sit with Matt Hardy, he has Reby on FaceTime and I love watching her on TikTok” Emileeah says a little shyly. Britt laughs and hugs Emileeah.

“Okay, I have to go to hair and makeup anyway..and austin…Austin disappeared…okay whatever” britt laughs at her boyfriends antics. Britt smiles at the two before walking off.

“Mind if I join you in line, I only had a shake before comin in, I had to take my pup to run around before coming in and didn’t get much time to eat” Micheal says. Emileeah looks up at Micheal and smiles.

“You have a puppy!? And sure, you’ll probably know what’s better to eat here then I would” Emileeah smiles. Micheals laughs and nods. He allows her to walk ahead of him, him putting his hand on her back to help guide her, which sent tingles up Emileeahs spine and tingles through Micheals fingertips.

“Yea, he’s my little warpup. His name is Ares and he such a good dog. Also usually the paninis with buffalo chicken are pretty good.” Micheal says. The two stand in line talking about Ares and why he was called his warpup explaining to Emileeah that because of his last name and gimmick, it fit.

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Emileeah sat with the Hardy and Micheal eating before they were called to go and get ready as there was 10 minutes till show.

“It was great talking with you Emileeah, Reby definitely wants your number so I’ll come by later after the show, okay” Matt asks.

“Sure thing, I’ll probably be milling around, if anything I can DM her my number to if we end up getting to busy” Emileeah smiles.

“Great! I’ll see ya round” Matt smiles and kisses her head.

“Try not to make me look to old in photos” Jeff jokes with her.

“Jeff you barley have aged since your early days, won’t be hard” she smiles as Jeff hugs her.

“That my girl, see ya” Jeff waves walking off with Matt. She laughs shaking her head. She looks at Micheal.

“Welp be careful tonight, specially when getting shots from the ring, we tend to flail around the outsides” Micheal laughs. They both stand up and Micheal pulls her into a hug that lifts her off her feet.

“I’ll try. I’d say be careful but I feel like your opponents will need it more” she laughs. He laughs and puts her down.

“Probably. It’s war time when I’m there. I’ll see you around small stuff” Micheal says kissing her head and walking off. Emileeah felt her cheeks redden as she gathers her things. Walking through catering she meets with Britt at the doors.

“Told you he gives the best hugs” Britt says. Emileeah looks at britt with reddened cheeks.

“Yea, yea he does” she says quietly. Britt giggles and throws her arm around Emileeahs shoulder, the pair walking down the hall.

#visionarystoryteller #storytellingg #storyteller writes #story teller g #storytellerguniverse #aew #wrestling imagines #all elite wrestling #aew imagines #aew series #small series #Micheal Wardlow #Wardlow #the Hardy’s #britt baker #Adam cole #youngbucks #Kenny omega #AEW writing #warddaddy

[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

Dark Angel of the Bullet Club Masterlist

If you're unfamiliar, check out Emery's bio HERE.

New! Get to know Emery's rival/frenemy, Phoenix, HERE.

For more pictures, see this post here

To see what Emery's apartment looks like, see this post here.

To see what Phoenix's apartment looks like, please wait.

Emery is a singular OC (original character) i designed for small drabbles, a series of different pairings to make it easier on me in the long run instead of creating a brand-new OC from scratch for each different story.

Phoenix, my other OC, is Emery's frenemy/rival in the business. They're bitter enemies at the start, due to BCC vs Elite, but eventually have mutual respect for the other and occasionally work together to fight for the people they love.

Occasionally, I'll post polls to see which 'Coming Soon' to post/work on first.

Romantic/Implied Potential Relationships

Kenny Omega x Emery x Jay White: Return of the Dark Angel, El Phantasmo/Riley x Emery - Comfortable Silence, Rather You, Shortie, F You, Kenny x Emery - Set Up, Ambushed Again, Silence, Apologies, How They Came To Be, Safe, Hangman Adam Page x Emery: What Love Is, Midnight Insanity, New Normal, Damian Priest x Emery: Love Language, Elite x Emery: Sinister Angel, Sinister Debut, BC/Elite/WWE x Emery : Bullet Club Reunion, Kenny x Emery x Hangman: Healing, Jay White / Emery: Things Best Left in the Past Darby x Emery: Thumbtacks, Take the Chance,

Coming Soon:

Platonic/Friendship/Sibling-esque

Matt/Nick Jackson x Emery: Family, Lost, Photograph, HungBucks x Emery: They Suck, Bucks/Adam² x Emery: Told You So, Jeff Hardy x Emery: Proud, Kyle O'Reilly x Emery: Save Me, Photograph, Yuta x Emery: Over, Adam Cole x Emery: My Idiot, Best Friends/Orange Cassidy x Emery: Worried, Accent, Innuendo, Wardlow x Emery: New Alliance, BCC x Phoenix: Phone Call, Chaos,

Coming Soon: Identity Chaos - Elite (BC days) x Emery

Alignment Charts and Ask Games

Emery And Phoenix: Horror Movie, FMK variety, Emery: Interview, Phoenix:

#AEW #NJPW #WWE #fanfiction #Imagines #OC #Original Female Characters #series of drabbles #Dark Angel of the Bullet Club #OC Emery #OC Phoenix #All Elite Wrestling #world wrestling entertainment #new japan pro wrestling #Relationships #Friendships #Young Bucks #Kenny Omega #Hangman Adam Page #El Phantasmo #Best Friends and Orange Cassidy #Blackpool Combat Club #Adam Cole #Undisputed Era #The Elite #Bullet Club

[regalityandcoffee]

Short William Regal x OC thing

Okay okay quick background: Bunny (real name Stella) is Wheeler's friend who works hair and make-up and starts dating William. She's sweet and a little ditzy but a talented beautician and they love each other a lot.

Enjoy <3

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Nine twenty-five pm.

There was only thirty-five minutes left in the show, this week, and yet William's girlfriend was nowhere to be found. He stood in the hall, leaning against the door of the BCC's dressing room, looking left and right down the hall. Since the last match was a thirty minute Iron match, his Bunny would be let off of work early, since no one would need anymore touch-ups for the night.

His boys had already gone back to hotel for the night, but he decided to stay behind, not just to wait for her, but to watch and study the final match, between two opponents he was almost sure his boys would face in the future.

He checked his phone. No new messages. Maybe he should just go look for her, she did get lost quite often backstage. She still hadn't gotten used to working such large venues.

He turned to walk down the hall, and bumped right into someone.

"Oh! I'm sorry, baby!"

There she was. She wrapped her arms around him and rested her head against his chest.

"That's alright, sweetheart," he held her back, running a hand through her hair, plucking out a sequin and flicking it into the bin behind her. "Did you get lost again? I was worried about you."

She nodded. "I went to my car to put some of my equipment away, then I forgot how to get back from hair and makeup to here so I had to follow the signs. Sorry I took so long."

"That's alright, Bunny," he kissed her forehead, an arm moving to her waist as the other pushed the door open for her.

"Will?" Bunny asked as she sat down on the sofa, tugging down her miniskirt.

"Yes, Bunny?"

"What's an Iron Man match? I was going to look it up before I got here but I didn't have time." She snuggled up against him as they watched the monitor, her arms around his and her head on his shoulder.

"That's alright, dear. An Iron Man match is when two opponents fight an exchange falls. Whoever has pinned the other the most by the time the clock runs out wins."

"Oh, okay, that makes sense! If Wardlow pins Tony Nese more, he wins."

"That's right."

"Baby, I'm still driving us back to the hotel, right?"

"Actually, perhaps I should take the wheel for tonight, love. You've been on your feet all day."

"But you did commentary tonight and-"

"For a couple of ten minute matches, not since four pm." William took her hand and brought it to his lips. "Let me drive, alright?"

"Okay, can I buy dinner for tonight this time then?" She looked up at him.

"Hmm, I'll think about it."

"Will!"

"Alright, alright. Don't pout, okay?" William fought back a laugh.

She snuggled closer to him. "Okay, I'll pick something good, I promise."

"I know you will, dear."

She sat quietly, watching the rest of the match with him in, occasionally letting out an "oooo" at certain moves. He noted she seemed to very found of top-rope moves.

The timer finally ran out, and Wardlow retained his title after five pins against Tony's four.

"That was fun," she yawned as she stood up with William She wobbled a little, grabbing his shoulder to steady herself. "Crap, I guess I should wear shorter heels next time huh, ?" She flicked the lights off as they walked out the door. He slung her bag on his other shoulder as her arm went to his waist and she leaned against his side.

"Maybe. Or maybe just some trainers, dear, I think they'd be better for your hours."

"Oh, maybe I'll wear my pink ones, and get laces for them in that pretty shade of blue you like!" She asked as the walked down the hall.

He smiled at her "That sounds adorable, dear."

"I'm gonna do that then ba-" she wobbled a bit again, holding on to him tighter.

"I've got you, Bunny, just lean on me, okay?" Will murmured as he put an arm around her waist.

"Mmmhmm."

"Lets get out of here, then."

"Okay, baby."

-fin.-

#william regal #william regal x ofc #william regal x oc #bunny au #bcc era

[mywritingworld1994]

Wardlow x OC

OC Used: Riley Johnson Warnings: None Word count: 1030

**I did not proof read this before posting so there may be errors!**

I do not own this gif!

My sister Ava and I made our way to the Peterson Event Center. We were so excited to finally be attending our first AEW show. We had been talking about going to a show since we started watching AEW back in 2019, and now we are finally here. 

"We are so taking an Uber on Friday for Rampage," Ava huffed as we made our way up a steep hill.

"Oh, fuck yeah," I said, trying to catch my breath.

When we finally made it to the top of the hill, we stopped for a second to get some air back into our lungs. 

"You would think that since we started training, we would be in more shape than this," Ava said, taking big slow breaths.

"You honestly would think that..." I said, tilting my head back.

We stood there for a couple minutes trying to catch our breath before continuing up the hill. When we finally reached the top, we saw that there were multiple lines and got a little confused about where we needed to go. I noticed a security person standing by the door so I decided to walk over and ask him.

"Excuse me," I said, walking up to the security guard. "We have tickets for the meet and greet at 5:30 and are not sure which line to get in."

"Oh, you actually can go ahead and head inside," The security guard said, motioning to the door.

"Oh, awesome," I said with a smile. "Thank you!"

My sister and I headed inside and got in the line to get our tickets scanned. We could see the wrestlers standing over by their tables and I started to get a little excited. The wrestlers that were there for the meet and greets were Britt Baker, Alan Angels, Preston Vance, and Wardlow. Ava and I had both gotten tickets for Wardlow, and then Ava had also gotten tickets for Britt Baker. 

"God, that man is even more gorgeous in person," Ava said as she looked over at Wardlow.

"Right," I said looking at at her. "I am literally shaking."

Ava let out a chuckle and I looked back over at Wardlow to see that he was looking over in my direction. I glanced away quickly and told myself that he wasn't looking at me and that he was probably just looking over at all the people waiting in line for the meet and greets.

Once we got through the line, we walked over and got our 8x10s that we would be getting signed and got in the line for Wardlow first. I could feel my hands starting to shake a little bit more as we got closer and closer to the front of the line.

"Are you good?" Ava asked, noticing my shaking hands.

"I'm just fangirling on the inside a little bit," I said, with a chuckle.

"50 bucks says you won't ask him if he's single," Ava said with a slight grin.

"Bitch, don't do that to me," I said giving her a side eye.

"Oh come on," Ava said, rolling her eyes. "The worst he is going to say is no."

I let out a sigh and rolled my eyes.

"Fine," I said. "But you don't get to laugh at my humiliation."

"No promises," Ava said with a wink.

It was finally my turn, and I felt my heart jump into my throat. I really didn't want to do this, but I knew that Ava was right and that the worst thing he could say was no. I walked up with a smile on my face and handed Wardlow the 8x10.

"How's it going?" Wardlow asked. 

"Oh you know, just fangirling a little bit," I said with a chuckle.

Wardlow let out a small chuckle as well that made my heart race even faster.

"Who can I make it out to?" He asked, taking the lid off the sharpie.

"Riley," I said, with a small smile.

"It's nice to meet you, Riley," Wardlow said, signing the picture.  

He handed the 8x10 back to me, and we both turned towards Ava so that we could take a picture together. After Ava took the picture, I decided that it was now or never.

"Hey," I said turning back to Wardlow. "I know you probably get this a lot, but are you single?"

Wardlow let out another chuckle.

"Actually, yes, I am," He said with a small smile.

"Seriously?" I said in shock. "That's really hard to believe with the way you look."

"I get that reaction a lot," Wardlow said, laughing. 

"Well, would you want to get dinner tomorrow night?" I said, jokingly.

"Sure, why not," He said, with a smirk.

My eyes widened a bit when he said that. He couldn't be serious.

"Here," Wardlow said, reaching for the 8x10 I had in my hands.

I handed it back to him, still too shocked to say anything. He flipped it over and wrote something on it before handing it back to me. I glanced at it and saw that it was a phone number.

"We can work out the details after the show," Wardlow said.

"Okay," I said, nodding. "I'll shoot you a text." 

Wardlow just smiled and nodded. I switched places with Ava and let her get her picture and everything signed, before I walked over to an empty place so that I could try to slow my racing heart. Ava went and got Angels and Preston's autograph before coming over to me with a huge smile on her face.

"Holy shit!" She said, softly, trying not to freak out.

"I know!" I said in the same manner.

"You seriously just got Wardlow's phone number and you're going to dinner with him tomorrow!" Ava said. 

"For once, I'm actually glad you bet me to do something," I said with a smile. "I can't believe this is happening!"

The two of us fangirled for a little bit longer before the door finally started to open and the ushers let us go up the escalator so that we could find out seats. Even though I was really enjoying the show, all I could think about was tomorrow night.

#aew #aew fanfiction #aew one shot #one shot #wardlow #wardlow x oc #wardlow one shot #wardlow fanfiction #all elite wrestling #wrestling #wrestling one shot

[lancearcherinrippedjeans]

Eternity - Chapter 8

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Starring - The OC’s, MJF, Ricky Starks, Kenny Omega, Hangman Page, The Dark Order, Matt Jackson and so much more.

Word Count - 5,627

Category - Fluff, angst and violence

Chapter 8/?

Summary - It’s a few days before Full Gear, and Sawyer and Veronica’s match. Will things be a breeze, or will there be blood in the water?

Warnings - VIOLENCE, LOTS OF IT. And drinking and manipulation

Other Author’s Notes - Follow @adriii-omega!!!

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Sawyer lay in her bed, curled up in the blankets, some shitty Netflix reality tv on her laptop. There were tissues all around her, and a tear stained pillow right under her. It had been like this ever since her “breakup” with Chuck, she hated it, she wasn’t even like this when her and Wardlow broke up the first time.

“Why couldn’t me and Chuck end up like those two! It’s not fair.” She started to tear up again when she heard banging on her door. She sat up, confused, she wasn’t expecting anyone, in fact she told everyone to leave her alone until she died. She got up to look through the peephole, to see it covered. She sighed, “Who the hell is it and why are you knocking on my door?”

“It’s Maxwell, honey. Open up.”

Sawyer audibly groaned, annoyed that he even spoke, before opening the door. Max almost jumped, looking at her. He gave her a look before pushing past. “Excuse you,” She whined, “You can’t just walk into someone’s room uninvited.”

Max looked around the room before turning back towards Sawyer, who had closed the door and now looked at him, confused. “You look like you’re having a good time.” He sarcastically commented, raising an eyebrow, plopping onto the end of the couch.

Sawyer shuffled her feet and sat next to him, as he examined her and the room, while she stared into space. “Messy room, reality tv,” He paused, “basketball shorts and a shirt that is 3 sizes too big so it definitely doesn’t belong to you. Did you and Wardlow break up?”

Sawyer looked down at her shirt, and began to sob. “T-this is the shirt he gave to me after he spilt his apple juice on me.” she snuffled. “But Wardlow hates apple juice, he’s an orange juice type of guy…that nasty man.” Max shook his head, having Sawyer kick him with her foot.

Hearing the word breakup caused Sawyer to start crying, get up and to plop on her bed, “No you idiot! Your friend forced me to stop being friends with Chuck! And it’s not fair! I miss him! And even after I did it, Michael hasn’t talked to me in four days for ‘punishment’ for being sad about it!”

Max looked at Sawyer, scared, before she continued, “And people won’t leave me alone and it’s so annoying! Can’t I just deal with the fact that I had to stop communicating with the dude I’m in love with?” Sawyer gasped, snapping up and covering her mouth.

Max's mouth hung a bit, his eyes wide. “I did not…I mean-”

“I knew it.”

She instantly shut her mouth, a perplexed look taking over, “You knew what?” Max lightly chuckled before sitting on the opposite side of the bed. “That you’re in love with Chank.”

“His name is Chuck.”

“And, I don’t give a shit. All that matters is that man made you light up in a way Michael never could.” He paused, before taking a deep breath.“The problem with Wardlow is, he can only give so much in a relationship…but with Chuck, the guy’s not even dating you, and he’s willing to give you the whole world, Sawyer. Please tell me you’ve seen the way he looks at you when you’re doing absolutely nothing, or the way he crouches over his phone because he’s grinning like an idiot from just texting you. If that man walked through that door right now, and you looked like this, he would still think you were the finest girl he’s ever laid his beady little eyes on.”

Sawyer wiped her eyes, and sat up. “You’re not funny.” She tried her best to keep her smiling from growing, “Shut up. You know I’m knee slapping hilarious.” She finally let her laugh out, not being able to hide it. “There’s that smile I love.” he sent her a toothy grin before leaning over, and placing his arm around her shoulders, “Everything’s going to be just fine,” he placed a kiss on the top of her head before getting up, “NOW clean this room up, what are you? 7?”

“Alright, mom.” Sawyer shot back, rolling her eyes. “Y’know…I’d prefer if you called me Daddy-”

“GOODBYE MAX.” She shot up, hurryingly shoving him out the door. “Come on Sawyer, you should have known that was coming.” He laughed, as he reached the doorway. “I still hate you by the way.” He lightly punched her shoulder. “Yea, I hate you more though.” She smiled before raising her middle finger, making him act offended. “As if, I came all this way just to get DISRESPECTED. The audacity of some people.”

“We’re in the same hotel.”

“YOU take my kindness for GRANTED!” he shouted as he made his way down the hall. Sawyer shut the door leaning on it for support, as she laughed to herself. “I can’t believe him sometimes.” A vibration from her phone caught her attention, as she finally went to pick it up from where she threw it on the floor a couple days ago. She opened it, letting a chuckle escape as it was a picture of Max with his middle finger raised. Another text came through. “Even my middle finger is better than you. Love you I guess.”

Daily’s Place

Hangman hasn’t had a peaceful sleep in days. His eye bags were more noticeable than usual, and even though his match with Kenny was coming up in a few short days, it wasn’t even his number one priority anymore. He made his way to a familiar locker room, quickly knocking and stepping back as if the door was on fire. “I got it!” a muffled voice yelled from the other side. A small smile escaped, as he could tell who that voice belonged to. to., “Yeah? Oh… it’s you.” Veronica said with a frown, “I don’t really think right now is a good time, Page.” She stared at the ground trying to avoid his green eyes burning holes through her. “No, I really need to talk to you. I know I messed up and-”

“Hey, who was it V?” Matt Jackson popped his head out, opening the door more to reveal Hangman standing in the hallway. “Oh for the love of god, what are you doing here,” he threw his hands in the air, “YOU’RE NOT WITH US ANYMORE.” He shouted, causing  Veronica to jump. Hangman shot a look at both of them, biting the inside of his lip, “With all due respect Matt… I wasn’t here to bother you, I never was, but you always seem to be where she is…so if I have to put up with you to talk to her, so be it. Veronica, come on.” He grabbed ahold of her wrist, before Matt put his hands up and shoved him, “Don’t touch her.” he warned, as he got closer. “Go back to the bar man, you’re embarrassing yourself again.” Matt said with his jaw clenched not breaking his stare.

“You don’t control her…if she wanted me gone, Veronica would tell me herself,” he chuckled, noticing his stance. “You’ve changed.” He blurted. Matt opened his mouth to protest, then was cut off by an annoyed voice. “Are you kidding me?” Veronica squeaked.

“MATT has changed? You’re out at three in the morning getting absolutely WASTED every night, and he’s the one who’s changed? You cost Matt and Nick a championship opportunity, because you know you couldn’t defeat them again. You selfishly thought about yourself to save YOUR title.”

“Veronica, what are you talking about? We-” he spoke up.

“There is no WE Hangman!” She frustratedly pointed between them. “I sat in that bar, and talked to you because for a little bit I actually felt SORRY for you.”

He went quiet for a couple seconds before speaking up again, “So then why the hell did you keep coming back?” His voice rasped within each word, “To make sure for your match at Full Gear, Kenny Omega would be able to pin you in the middle of that ring clean, and you couldn’t make any excuses this time…seems it didn’t work, because the only way you would man up and talk to me is if you had a bottle of whiskey in your system.”

“You’re wrong,” he choked out, “But fine. I won’t talk to you ever again.” He tipped his imagery cowboy hat at her, before turning down the hall with a sober mind but now even a drunker heart.

Hangman couldn’t get the image of Veronica out of his mind, the real Veronica was out of her eyes, she wasn’t herself anymore. Because of them.

He drank the next glass of whiskey in one gulp, before putting it down for another. All sounds surrounding him were just white noise, not even processing that people were speaking to him. “Adam!” He finally snapped out of it, jumping and looking around him, the Dark Order surrounded him, concerned. Adam looked at all of them with sad eyes, “Hey guys. Good to see you.” He turned back to his whiskey glass, taking small sips this time, Veronica now made him too embarrassed to drink.

Stu stepped forward, “You alright, bud? We were going to go out for lunch before Dynamite but we saw you here.” Hangman waved them off, “No, I’m not fine, but go to lunch, I’ll be okay.”

Alan shoved himself in front of everyone, “What happened, Adam?”

Adam took another sip from the glass, before starting to ramble, “I don’t know what I did to her guys. We were fine and now she thinks I'm a drunk who doesn’t have a right to be upset.” The Dark Order all looked at him with worried eyes, “Who?” Uno asked, putting his hand on Adam’s shoulder.

“Veronica! We were doing fine, we were…I don’t even know what we were, she’s with Kenny but she says she wants to be with me…but she doesn’t, she’s confusing! And now she’s changed!”

“Changed?”

“She’s completely under their control! She treats me like I’m garbage, she’s “too good” to drink, and she treats her friends like shit!” Adam ranted, causing other bar patrons to look over. “Who are her friends?” Anna asked, knowing the answer, but not wanting to believe it.

“Sawyer and Nova! They were doing fine when they got here, now Veronica thinks she’s above them. I mean, she says Nova is ‘always in her business’ when she clearly wants to fix things. And don’t get me started on how she treats Sawyer! Veronica let’s Kenny walk all over her! And then proceeds to call her overdramatic! I can’t even say it to her face cause then I’m automatically the bad guy, like Nova or Sawyer,” Hangman finished his drink, slamming the glass down and paying the bartender, “I’m gonna go and try and forget this morning happened. I’ll see you guys later.”

The group watched as Hangman walked away, they all looked at each other, but most of the attention was on Anna and Alan, who were fuming.

“How can she treat him like that! After all he’s been through!” Alan scowled.

“Sawyer and Nova too! They’ve been best friends for years and suddenly she’s above them?” Anna ranted, the two nodded at each other, both thinking the same thing and walked towards the door. “Woah woah, where are you two going?” Preston asked, quickly stepping in front of them.

“We’re not gonna let her hurt our friends anymore! It has to stop!” Alan said, looking towards everyone else to back him up. “Look, we know, we’re all upset,” Stu spoke, “But you both are way too mad. Things could go wrong instead of the way we want them to.”

John Silver stepped up, “Then I think that’s the job for me and Alex.” Alex smirked, giving John a high five. “No way.” Anna said, having some sense of logic.

Uno put his hand up to stop Anna from objecting, “Look, it wouldn’t hurt for them to try. Alex, John…don’t do anything stupid.” John and Alex had a small celebration before walking out the door, everyone knowing this was a huge mistake.

Ricky paced around his locker room, throwing things around randomly. “This is so,” He throws a bag, “Fucking stupid!”

Nova, hearing the commotion, walked into the locker room, where Ricky and Brian Cage were. She almost got hit by a flying water bottle, which was thrown by Ricky. “What the hell, babe?” Nova squawked, throwing it back at him. He flinched, before apologizing over and over, sitting on the bench to calm down, now that Nova was there.

“What’s going on here? This room’s a mess!” Nova yelled, starting looking around. Brian leaned down to whisper in her ear, “He just found out about Darby and Cody at Full Gear.”

Nova snapped her head up, “Wait WHAT? The producers told you months ago it would be you and Cody?” Brian sighed, “So neither of you knew about this?”

They both shook their heads at him. “That title shot should’ve been yours! We aren’t gonna just let this happen!” She yelled, thinking.

She felt a lightbulb turn on above her head, “Here’s what we’ll do. If Darby wins that title, you guys go out and attack him and Cody. Slam Darby through some tables, and use his ‘special entrance’ he planned against him. We’ll show him that Team Taz aren’t people to just mess around with.”

Ricky and Cage thought about it, before agreeing to that plan. “Babe, you’re a genius. We just gotta keep watch for that meathead Hobbs and we’ll be fine.”

Nova blushed as Ricky walked over, hugging her. “Taz has GOT to let you into the team after saturday, no way he won’t.” Brian said, patting Nova on the shoulder. “Let’s hope,” Nova said, “Cause I’m helping you take down Darby.”

“Okay, John we’re here for ONE thing, and one thing only.” Alex Reynolds tried to explain. “Veronica needs to be put in her place for not hurting not only Sawyer and Nova, but now Hangman. She’s been acting funny lately…and she needs to know that.” he said. “No funny business, and nothing to make her too upset. Understand?”

“Yeah, I got it… here she is! FREEZE HOE!” He shouted, making all the makeup artists stop what they were doing. Veronica turned in her chair, perplexed. “JOHN?!” Reynolds slapped his friend on the back of the next, “You can’t call her that!” he ran his hands through his hair, as Silver rolled his eyes. “Well she is!”

“I’m sorry? Can I help you?” She asked, her arms crossed. “I’m sorry for him…he’s just a little upset.” Alex tried to reason. “YOU HURT OUR FRIENDS YOU BLOOD SUCKING INSECT!” John lunged at her, before Reynolds grabbed him by the back of his shirt. “What he’s trying to say is…what you did to Hangman-” “AND SAWYER AND NOVA!” John interrupted.

“What you did to Sawyer, Nova, and Hangman…was wrong. In more ways than one. This isn’t the Veronica who was once more than excited to just sit in the crowd for a couple match tappings…this is a downgrade. We just want you back.”

Veronica uncrossed her arms, shooting a brow to the two men. “A downgrade? I’m still the same person who I was when I first arrived here…I just finally opened my eyes, and realized my worth. Maybe if you two did the same, you’d be used to something other than comedy skits on other people’s youtube channels.” She walked over to one of the mirrors, fluffing her hair a bit, “Plus, Hangman has a match to worry about, and as “friends’' of his you should be helping him prepare.”

Silver and Reynolds walk to where she was staring at their own reflection. “How can you look at yourself knowing Kenny Omega is playing you like a puppet?” Silver asked with disgust, making Veronica turn around. “Listen here meat man, I don’t need this okay. I’m about to go on NATIONAL TV to promote my match that’s going to main event an enormous pay per view. You’re lucky Orange Cassidy has enough star power, or you wouldn’t even be on the card.” Silver and Reynolds gasped. “You heartless bitch,” Reynolds mumbled.

“YOU TAKE THAT BACK!” John pointed his finger. “Truth hurts boys, wake up or you’ll drown with Hangman AND Sawyer.” She shrugged before beginning to walk out the door. “That didn’t go as expected…” John began.

“Sawyer’s going to kick your ass at Full Gear!” Alex shouted, making Veronica stop in her tracks. “She can try, but I doubt it.”

“No she will. On my unborn child, Sawyer is coming for blood.”

“She is?” John Silver and Veronica asked at the same time. Alex turnt his head towards Silver and clenched his teeth. “YES. YES. SHE. IS.” John widened eyes, realizing what his friend was trying to imply, “OH. RIGHT. Yeah, Sawyer’s gonna make you wish you’d never cheated to get to the finals-”

“I DIDN’T CHEAT,” She cut him off, “But how are you so sure about this…did she say anything?”

Alex began to shake his head trying his best to throw Veronica off her game. “Oh yea, all the time she talks about renting a couple buses just to run you over with them.” Silver began to blab, “You should have heard her when she found out you actually made it in the finals…” he slowly leaned in, “Kind of got me tight in the crotch area.”

“That’s disgusting.” She backed up a few inches.

“Hey, it’s Sawyer.” Alex raised his hands in defense, going along with Silver’s plan. “She was all,” he cleared his throat, and tried his best girl impression, “She’s gonna wish Nyla actually broke her arm… I’ve carried her throughout the independent scene her whole career… She’ll never live up to the legacy she wanted to create.”

“She actually said that?” Veronica let her guard down, as her eyes softened. “Every word.” Silver lied. She sucked on her bottom lip, nodding her head slowly. “You know what…I’m actually glad you guys told me this. Everyone needs a Silver, and Reynolds in their life.” She plastered a fake smile, before pulling them both in for a hug. “Enjoy the rest of the show.” She waved, before making her way to the curtain.

“We just did something bad…didn’t we?” Silver asked Reynolds with concern in his voice.

“Yea, we just fucked up.”

Sawyer quickly put in Leva Bates for the Canadian Destroyer, getting the victory. She let the ref raise her hand before lending Leva a hand to get up. They shook hands while Leva exited the ring, leaving Sawyer, talking to the camera.

Her small victory was interrupted by Veronica’s theme song, she strutted out with a mic, evil smile on her face. Sawyer faced away from the camera, just to give Veronica a quick smile, ready for this planned face-off.

Veronica’s smile quickly went away as she stepped in the ring. “Well, congratulations on that win Sawyer. Unfortunately, come Full Gear, it won’t be that easy.”

Sawyer smiled, grabbing a mic for herself, “I’m sure it won’t, Veronica. I’ll be facing the best of the best. It’s some tough competition. I’m looking forward to it.” Veronica let out an evil chuckle, “Well, this “best of the best” is going to kick your ass, Sawyer. I don’t care how many matches you’ve won. I am not scared of your Canadian Destroyer.”

“And you think I’m gonna let your two feet on the ropes stop me from winning? You got another thing coming for you.” Sawyer said, still smirking.

“Kinda like how you think Best Friends are gonna be there to save you again? You and your pathetic little friends aren’t stopping me from becoming the next number one contender.” Veronica snapped, getting in Sawyer’s face.

Sawyer’s confidence suddenly left her, the Best Friends comment wasn’t planned when they discussed this last night. Veronica knew a comment about Chuck would throw Sawyer off, and Sawyer was gonna fight fire with fire.

“Unlike you, I don’t need any man to fight my battles for me. Sorry that you’ll need your boyfriend, Kenny Omega, to come out and save your ass.” Sawyer stared into Veronica’s eyes, before smiling as the crowd hyped up Sawyer.

Veronica didn’t even say anything else, like was planned, she just nodded, backing up a bit. Sawyer thought she was leaving the ring, the whole plan of the ref breaking up their petty bickering now out the window. Instead Veronica threw her arm back, delivering a cracking slap that echoed through the whole arena.

Sawyer was slapped so hard that she stumbled, she looked back at Veronica, who had no sign of remorse in her eyes. Sawyer saw red, her chest clearly heaving up and down from anger, before she ran towards Veronica, cutting her in half with a spear.

“Oh come these two girls were best friends one time, are they really going to let a championship get in between them-”

“Yes they are Schiavone! This is a wrestling company, not a romantic movie! I hope they destroy each other before Full Gear even gets here!” Taz evilly commentated, though he wasn’t fully sure what was happening.

More referees had started to pour out of the entrance tunnels, trying to grab Sawyer from where she was trying to claw Veronica’s eyes out. “Get her off of me!” Veronica did her best to kick her legs, not succeeding until Bryce and Aubrey had a strong grip on Sawyer.

“What the hell was that Veronica?” Sawyer shrieked from across the ring. Veronica fixed her clothes before pulling the refs by their shirts onto the mat, and delivering yet another slap, this time not putting a lot of distance between them, as she repeatedly began to punch her in the back.

“Urm— I think we need some help out here, folks. These two are fighting like scolded dogs.” Jim Ross looked at the backstage crew, signaling for more assistance.

A strong pair of arms wrapped around Veronica’s waist, and lunged her across the ring. She quickly dusted herself off to be met with an angry Wardlow. “Veronica, calm the fuck down.”

“No! SHE-”  Veronica was met with a collision, as Sawyer pushed Wardlow to the ropes, and shoved Veronica back into the turnbuckle making her gasp. Sawyer’s knuckles connected with Veronica’s ribs making her hurdle over. The women’s locker room began to pour out, with Shida leading she put herself between the two playing peacemaker. “Save it for Sunday!” She tried to reason with Sawyer, as she placed her hands on her shoulders. Veronica’s blood boiled, as she saw the championship she wanted so badly, and the person who wanted to keep her from it being so close together.

A flipped switch in Veronica’s head, as she turnt Shida harshly to make her look at her. “Stay out of my business!” She yelled. “She’s just trying to help your crazy ass!” Britt yelled as she grabbed her friend’s arm trying to drag Veronica out of the ring, failing as she kicked her in the shin, and headed for Shida, but accidentally knocking her into Sawyer. Anna Jay did her best to check on Sawyer, but was met with a hard hit to the back. “Move!” Veronica screamed, as she tried to grab Sawyer by her hair, but she reversed it and started punching her anywhere she could.

A loud commotion was made, as the rest of the locker room was sent to the ring. John Silver and Alex Reynolds slowly follow behind, trying their best to act like this wasn’t their fault. Ricky Starks, and Nova pulled Sawyer by the shoulders snapping her up.

“You need to chill out.” Nova furiously stated, Ricky nodding in agreement. “She slapped me-”

“AND I’LL DO IT AGAIN!” Veronica yelled from the other corner where Eddie Kingston and Scorpio Sky held her back. “I DARE YOU TO TRY AGAIN, I’M DONE WITH THIS BULLSHIT!” Sawyer screamed back. “I’m ending you.” Veronica cracked her finger, and silently apologized to the two men holding her, before delivering a left and right hook to both of them making their grip loosen and let her slip free.

She shot out dropkicking RIcky and Nova out the way, and marching towards Sawyer. They both began to repeatedly punch each other before Sawyer got a good uppercut in making Veronica stumble. “That’s enough!” Brandon Cutler snapped, as he began to tug at Veronica’s heels. “We’re going back. NOW.”

It must have been a big deal, if The Elite sent Cutler. “Fine.” She put her hands up in defense, rolling out the ring. Cash Wheeler held her by the wrist behind her back, as Cutler began to tell her some stuff about how she was going to be in big trouble, when she got to the back… but it all went through one ear, and out the other as she never dropped her eye contact with Sawyer, who was fighting back a man three times her size, Lance Archer. “Just let me at her one more time!” she pleaded. “Sawyer. You’ve done enough. She’s being escorted out the building. It’s over.”

She looked around the ring, seeing everyone with fear in their eyes…except a man in the corner who tried his best to avoid eye contact. Sawyer stared long enough causing him to look up. “Please.” She mouthed while looking at him, he shook his head fast. Making her pout her lip out. “Fine.” Chuck Taylor mouthed as he pulled Orange to whisper something into his ear. Orange looked over at Sawyer, slightly nodding trying to time everything just right. Lance took a big sigh, before finally moving out of her way and making almost a clear path… with just a few dark guys…and Marko Stunt in her way, she could do this.

She backed up in the farthest turnbuckle before running with all her might and jumping right into Chuck and Orange’s arm where they flipped her into Veronica and many other wrestlers who all tumbled down. “What the hell is wrong with you, you psycho!” Veronica screamed as she did her best to get back up, clenching her side. Chuck and Trent soon pushed her back, “Get out of here.” Orange Cassidy waved. “Buh-Bye!” Chuck exaggeratedly flicked his middle finger off making Sawyer laugh. Veronica rolled her eyes, before feeling Jungle Boy grab her by her shoulder, and Luchasaurus lightly shoving her.

“Thanks for the backup.” Sawyer awkwardly said, as Chuck gave her a tight lip smile and Orange nodded his head, “You’ll beat her Sunday, I know you will.” Taylor lazily said, as he slapped her shoulder. “See you around.” He hung his head, and made his way back to Orange following behind him.

Veronica was dragged backstage first, The Acclaimed had a hold on her arms, while Britt, Jurassic Express and Penelope Ford followed behind, making sure she didn’t run back out there.

Soon after, Sawyer entered the backstage area, Lance Archer’s arms wrapped around her body, carrying her, so she couldn’t escape, the Dark Order, Nova and Sonny Kiss walking ahead to make sure Veronica wasn’t around. “How the hell did you jump over 5 people and the ropes?” Lance asked before setting her down. “I did the long jump in school,” Sawyer looked around frantically, “Where is she? I’m gonna fucking kill her!”

Wardlow finally made his way through the crowd, “Are you okay? Were you hurt?” “I’m fine, I’m just…” Sawyer slowly stopped talking when she made eye contact with Nova, who didn’t look too happy. She spoke up to try and speak with her, but it was all interrupted by a booming voice.

“Veronica! Sawyer! EVP office! NOW!” The crowd slowly split into two, as Veronica and Sawyer looked at the red and angry face of Kenny Omega. He wasted no time walking to the office, and they slowly followed behind.

As they walked through the crowd, all they could see was the disappointed, furious, sympathetic and concerned faces of people like Private Party, Eddie Kingston, Tay Conti and so much more. Sawyer’s heart dropped when she made eye contact with Chuck, he tried to say something but she walked past him quickly. It felt like the class was watching them as they were going to the principal’s office, they hated it.

Once they reached the EVP’s office, Kenny Omega shut the door behind him, and started tearing into them.

“That was SO unprofessional! It was not approved this morning when you came to us. Veronica, I love you, but you slapping Sawyer was NOT needed. I had to convince Tony to not get you fired.” Veronica shrunk, suddenly embarrassed.

“And Sawyer, I don’t care how you feel about me, but keep your anger issues away from my girlfriend! You almost injured her AND other superstars brawling!” Kenny scolded which made Sawyer feel bad.

“Look, Kenny, I’m sorry. Personal issues aside, I love working with you and everyone here and I shouldn’t have-” Kenny put a hand up, stopping Sawyer.

“Save it. Your match at Full Gear is now changed, to a death match,” He turned to face his girlfriend, “One of Veronica’s specialties.” He smirked, pulling Veronica in by the waist.

Veronica looked at Kenny, surprised, before looking at Sawyer with an evil grin, “Well, Sawyer, you better get ready then, you know yourself I don’t play nice in these matches.”

This was music to Veronica’s ears, her and Sawyer have had a death match before, and it didn’t end well for Sawyer. “And you and I both know, I’ve carried more championships.”

Sawyer shook her head out of her thoughts, “Kenny, that isn’t necessary. And, you chose a match that’s specifically Veronica’s specialty! Was it on purpose?”

Kenny got in Sawyer’s face, “This match is the reason you still have a job Sawyer. Stop acting like a fucking brat who doesn’t get her way and get the hell out of my office.” Sawyer shrunk, she eyed Veronica, hoping maybe she would step in, but just smirked as her boyfriend now made Sawyer feel small.

Sawyer just nodded and walked out, leaving the door open.

“Wow babe. You sure told her.”

“You too, Veronica. I can barely look at you right now.” Kenny said, not even giving her a glance as he started to pack up his things for the night.

Veronica stood stunned, before leaving the office herself, and couldn’t help but blame Sawyer as well as Silver and Reynolds for Kenny being angry at her.

Sawyer and Veronica walked away from the EVP office, planning to go their separate ways for the night, not even wanting to look at each other; but they were stopped in their tracks by Nova, furious.

Nova stood in front of them with her arms crossed, fuming. “You okay Nova?” Veronica asked, with a bit of sarcasm. Nova grabbed both of the girls by their arms, not letting go until they reached the Ricky Starks’ locker room. Taz looked at Nova with a surprised yet angry expression, “Woah woah woah! Don’t bring those two psychos in here! This is for Team Taz onl-”

“Taz, this is MY MAN’S locker room, I can be here all I want, and with all due respect. Get. Out.” Taz flinched back, motioning Brian Cage and Ricky to follow.

Ricky whispered “Good luck.” to his friend, Sawyer, before shutting the door behind him.

Nova turned towards Sawyer and Veronica, wild expression in her eyes, “What the fuck was that! I thought you guys were all good but you can’t even let your differences go in the ring?!” Veronica scoffed, “Nova, this doesn’t concern you alright? Me and Sawyer will work this ou-”

“The hell it does! I just had to stop a BRAWL between you two, hell, the whole damn locker room did! Now tell me what the hell is going on between you too before I lose it even more!” Nova snapped, ready to go insane.

Veronica sighed, “Nova, nothing is going on. Sawyer is just all in her head, thinking I’m against her but I’m not. That whole thing was planned and she took it too far.”

Sawyer almost broke her neck looking towards Veronica, “What? The slap was never supposed to happen! We planned this last night and this never came up! And all in my head? If anything it’s you! And Kenny who thinks that I’m-”

Veronica chuckled, “See here we go again. ‘Kenny doesn’t like me.’ ‘Aw it’s all Kenny’s fault.’ ‘Oh poor Sawyer.’ When will you face the facts? Kenny is just trying to be a good boyfriend yet you can’t handle that!” Sawyer stood there silently. “Sawyer isn’t worried about Kenny, Veronica,” Nova said, “And, Sawyer, Veronica isn’t out to get you. Will you both just get over yourselves? You’re making this so hard on everyone who cares about you.”

Sawyer glared at Veronica while V’s face softened. “So, are y’all good?” Nova asked, looking between them. ”Yeah,” Veronica nodded, smiling, “I wanna be good.” She held her hand up, waiting for Sawyer to shake it.

Sawyer could see the manipulation behind Veronica’s eyes, and she wasn’t going to fall for it. She grabbed Veronica’s hand, but instead of shaking it, pulled her forward so they were almost face to face.

“No. We’re not good. You can try all you want, but I won’t fall for your victim bullshit. I’ll see your sorry ass at Full Gear.” Sawyer snarled, Veronica pulled her hand away, Nova watched in horror.

Any sign of Sawyer before was gone from her eyes, just red and hatred as she walked out the door, slamming it, ready for this death match.

#kenny omega x oc #aew fanfiction #aew x reader #aew #all elite wrestling #aew fanfic #aew dynamite #chuck taylor x oc #wardlow x oc #kenny omega #hangman page x oc #hangman page #wardlow x reader #wardlow aew #matt jackson x ofc #matt jackson #dark order #dark order aew

[plentyoffandoms]

So into all the Wardlow love...

Can I possibly get a sweet 2 parter where the reader is Dustin and Cody's baby sister and she helps Dustin train the woman wrestlers and Wardlow has a secret crush on her and doesn't think the reader is interested in him so he doesn't say anything until Brandi accidentally says spills that the reader is VERY interested....and it ends in sweet sexy smut....❤️❤️❤️ please and thank you

Wardlow x f/Reader

Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Wardlow Masterlist

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

Warnings: Some swearing.

Gifs and photos do not belong to me.

I hope you like it.

Summary: f/Reader is the younger sister of Cody & Dustin. She helps train the women wrestlers with her brother. Wardlow has known her for years & has a massive crush on her.

Melissa - Thunder Rosa ☆ Dori - Ruby Soho

YN'S POV:

"Let's go Melissa. One more time." I called out to the AEW Women's World Champion. I just finished showing her how to fix her new finisher so that way it looks better and she was safe while doing so.

"That is what you said last time YN?" Melissa yelled back as she took a big sip from her bottle.

"Well you wanted to make it better. You have to perfect it for when you finally show it next week in Las Vegas."

"I knew I should of gone to Dustin for this." She teased.

"Yeah yeah, just get back in there and do it three more times and then we can go." She groaned loudly but did as I asked.

I stood to the side and watched her like a hawk. Making sure she got it down.

"That's a wrap. Good job Melissa. Thanks Dori for helping out." I said to my long-time friend. She just gave me a thumbs up as she was checking her phone.

I grabbed my items and went to the locker room to go and change. I have dinner tonight with my brothers and their families.

But I wasn't watching where I was going and walked right into what I thought was a wall.

I stumbled back a bit and I was able to catch myself.

"You okay YN?" I looked up at the tall man and smiled.

"Yeah I am Mike. Just have to watch where I am going."

The two of us talked for a bit but I noticed the time and I had to leave the handsome man.

"I'll see you around Mike. Got a family thing." I continued on my way to go change, never once looking back and seeing the sad expression come over his face.

Wardlow's POV:

I watched as YN walked away from me, wishing she didn't have to leave, but I knew she had somewhere to be.

It is Thursday and that is when her family gets together for a dinner. Once a week, everyone gets together at someone's house and they spend the evening together.

Even though Cody, Dustin and YN see each other all the time, that doesn't mean the rest of family gets a chance to see one another.

They did this when their Dad was alive as he insisted on it and they have kept up with the tradition even though he had passed away.

~

I found myself over the next few days thinking more and more about YN. I mean, she is always in the back of my mind.

But I am finding it harder and harder not to just ask her out on a date and see what she says, but I do not want to ruin our friendship.

I am almost certain that she doesn't see me anymore than just a friend as we have been friends for a long time.

We met years ago when I first started out. Meeting her brothers and father back stage at one of my shows felt like a dream come true.

But then I saw her for the first time and I fell instantly in love with YN Runnels. I have only heard about her as her family was protective of her and keeping her image out of the spotlight.

When I got to know her bit more, YN told me that she never wanted to be famous like her family and that she will more than happy to live a normal life.

I could of laughed at that as she was born into a wrestling family and their legacy has continued on into the next generation all ready.

So she trains women wrestlers. Never appears on TV and you will never see her a do a Promo.

Even her photo isn't on their wrestling schools website. People have no idea they will be trained by her until they get there.

She doesn't do fan fest stuff even though people would pay a lot of money to see the three of then together.

Her wanting to stay out of the spot light puts even more doubts in my mind about asking her out.

My whole career is doing that. I need to stay out there and relevant so I can have a steady income.

"Earth to Mike. Anyone in there?"

I looked down at the bemused face of YNs sister-in-law, Brandi.

"Sorry got caught up in my own thoughts."

She gave me a soft smile. "No worries Mike. Are you coming to Dustin's tonight?"

"What for?"

"He is having a BBQ."

"No, I had no idea."

"Oh, YN was supposed to tell everyone." Brandi said with a confused look on her face.

"I guess she just forgot about me."

"That is hard to believe."

"Why you say that?"

"I shouldn't say anything, but she likes you."

"Of course she does Brandi. We are friends."

"No." Brandi sighed. "She likes you a lot. YN told me she doesn't think she has a shot with you but she doesn't see what I have seen over the years."

All I heard was that YN likes me. Well this changes everything.

Part 2 (18+)

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[ringthebethal]

I have a Wardlow fic in the work

Gonna post on FanFiction.net but would you like on here also 👀

Based around inner circle / pinnacle era

Wardlow x Beth Foley (My very old but original OC)

#wardlow x oc #wardlow x reader #wardlow #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction #fanficton

[darkorderaf]

Can I request "running your fingers through your lover's hair" "''we shouldn't do this'' but they do so, anyway" with they/them reader from the kisses prompt? Maybe after Wardlow's win at Revolution, and if you want to maybe let it get ✨️spicy✨️ I love your fics so much 🥺

Ohhhhh my first Wardlow!! Thank you so much for requesting. I decided to throw a little pinch of spice in there. As a treat. ;) Please enjoy and thank you so much for the kind words, I hope you love this one too!

Pairing: Wardlow x OC. Prompts: Running your fingers through your lover’s hair + “‘we shouldn’t do this” but they do so, anyway. Rating: M. Warnings/Content: Feelsy spice! Word Count: 1149.

Tag List (asked to be added/removed!): @alyhull @boutmachines @chrisdickinson @lghockey @rubyred1980 @sillynilly27 @simoneinside

(I don’t own gif; all credit to hangmangang!)

Nerves made it difficult for them to watch. They wrung their hands together, half-turned away from the monitor as they split themself between wanting to watch and wanting to run to him. But he had told them, with low-toned and full-bodied confidence, that he would return to them with their way out. Set his large hand on their face and looked at them in that quiet, gentle way that no one would have expected from a man like him.

And they believed him, full stop.

So they sat and waited and waited. Television on mute and their eyes ahead but their mind elsewhere. On him. Their attention snapped to the doorway when it started to crack open and they shifted on the couch, breath held in their throat. Chest red with a ring in his hand, the only one that mattered to them, was Wardlow. Proud and beautiful and terrifying to probably anyone that wasn’t them.

“Done.”

Then he grinned, a little breathless, and they went to him. He dropped the ring to the ground and pressed into the room. Shut the door behind him as they stood in front of him and laughed a little at the way his hair sat lopsided on the top of his head. They reached up.

“So I see.”

They didn’t miss the way Wardlow’s eyes shut when they dragged their nails along his scalp to free his hair. He stepped closer to them and wrapped an arm around their lower back to tug them against him. Every moment they had to steal, every glance to assure the other when MJF settled on degrading them or the slightest touch to his arm to stop him from absolutely decimating Spears. It led to them there, his head tilted to look down at them and he made no attempt to hide the want in his expression.

The want to be free in so many damn ways. All the ways the two had talked about when the nights were quiet and they were finally alone. Answering to no one but each other. Or the want clearly pressed against them that made their skin catch on the heat of him.

“We shouldn’t,” they murmured to him as they settled their hands on his broad chest. Their actions betrayed their words as they pressed against him. He answered with a grunt and a flex of his arm. “Fuck, we shouldn’t do this.”

“I know,” Wardlow said as he carefully walked them back to one of the chairs. “We don’t have…”

He trailed, then turned to sit back heavily on the chair behind him. Dragged them onto his lap and settled his hands on their hips. Their forearms rested on his solid shoulders. He angled his head back to look at them and they gently twisted his soft hair between their fingers. The grip he held on them only increased and he brought them down flush against him. They lingered there for a moment, looking at each other with gradually heaving chests and neither was sure who said fuck it first but it didn’t matter.

Lips met, tongues clashed, and their hands slid under the straps of his singlet to tug them down. He pulled off their shirt in one motion, the warmth of his fingertips making their back arch as he pressed into their muscle. Their blunt nails made lines down his chest, his sides, and he huffed a pleased sound as he literally popped the button of their pants off. Nearly tore the zipper off too but he thought better of it. Before they could scold him, his palm slid down their abdomen and the words died out in their throat.

His beard scratched along their chest as he nipped and sucked their heated skin. They went with his touch readily, their hands anchored in his hair as their hips chased after what he readily offered them.

“Shit. We don’t have time but later,” Wardlow said as he took in a heavy breath moments later. Lifted his head up from their chest and pulled his hand out of their underwear. He dragged his thumb along their bottom lip and lingered there before he pulled them in for another kiss. It was almost rude, the efficient way he could take them apart and put them back together again. The insistence of his erection against them all but emptied their brain of rational thought and they ground against him, just as insistent. His tone dropped to a low, devastating growl that made them shudder against him as he rutted his hips against them. “Fuck, later.”

The pace changed, slipped towards the next gear, as they rutted against each other like teenagers with so much time in the world yet none at all. He pulled them tight against him, enveloped in his large arms as he did his damnedest to get them to that finish together as the clock ticked overhead. It was their moment but it wasn’t long enough yet it had to be and then he moaned into the frantic pulse in their neck, his hips no longer steady under them as every muscle in him went taut. They cradled his head against them and moaned low and quiet in their own chest, their thighs and calves pleasantly burning.

Wardlow’s arm tightened and loosened around them as he leaned back and let out a slow, barely controlled breath. Swept his hair back as he ran his hand down his face. Hazy eyes settled on him and they smirked as they teased their fingers down his abdomen, teased along the damp velvet. He hissed and caught their hand, pulled it up to drag his lips across the pulse in their wrist before he carefully stood them up.

“I hope you have another outfit in there.”

Wardlow raised a brow and chuckled, then slid off his singlet without breaking eye contact. Completely unashamed and bare to them as he opened the closet and pulled out a dark suit, a crisp white shirt. Their skin was never going to not be flushed around him and they busied themself with getting their own outfit in order. Sans button. They frowned.

“You owe me new pants,” they said and watched as he crossed over to them. They weren’t exactly small but when he stood behind them in the mirror, his silhouette enveloped them. “Are you ready?”

One hand settled around their shoulder and the other went to his pocket. Diamonds glittered in his palm as he held it out. In the reflection, their eyes met.

“For this?” He held their eyes pointedly, plenty said in the unsaid, then closed his fist around the ring. Shoved it back into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. The hand on their shoulder drifted to trace the bump of their upper spine, his thumb a welcome pressure before he pulled away from them. “I’ve been ready.”

#wardlow imagine #wardlow fic #wardlow fanfiction #wardlow smut #aew fic #aew smut #aew imagine #aew fanfiction #wrestling imagine #wrestling fic

[alicejoaquin1990]

When I was your man(Finn Balor)

Summary: Brooklyn is Finn’s ex, dating AEW Michael Wardlow. The thing is, Brooklyn and Finn work for WWE NXT. What happens when Wardlow visits unexpectedly, and Finn gets over jealous?

Brooklyn is an Afro-Latina

Based on the Bruno Mars song

Words count:675

Working for WWE is a blessing in disguise. Do you want to know why I said that? Because I’m working with my ex while my boyfriend works with NXT’s rival AEW. I know he doesn’t like me working with Finn, but I've been working here for two years. I talked to one of my closest friends, Joaquin Wilde, when big arms wrapped around my waist. I turned around and saw my boyfriend of two years, Michael, standing there. I hugged him tightly, and he gave Joaquin a bro hug. I can’t believe Hunter let him in the building like Mike, an enemy of this company. Hunter came up to us and told Michael not to start anything that he would regret later. Michael let out a small chuckle and said: “I’m not here to start anything; I just wanted to surprise my girlfriend before she comes home.” Hunter nodded a bit and left to go to his office. I smacked his arm and said, you know I hate surprises. He let out a small laugh and said, “I know that's why I did it.” I smiled and shook my head. How did I become so lucky to call this man mine?

Third person

Finn was looking at the happy couple a few feet away from him. He had a sour expression on his face. That could have been him, but he fuck it all up, and now she was in another man’s arms that weren’t his.

Brooklyn

I felt someone looking at me, and I looked, and it was Finn. He has a sour expression on his face. I looked back up at Michael, and he turned to see what I was looking at. And Finn was still in the same spot he was a minute ago. Michael was going to go over to Finn, but I stopped him and pulled him to my locker room. I had a matchup next against Chadice LeRae for an NXT women’s Championship opportunity. One of my long-time friends, Damian Priest, is going against her overly outrageous husband, Johnny Gargano.

(Whatever you want your theme song to be) starts playing.

Weight 190 Lb from New York City, New York Brooklyn Rodriguez.

I got in the ring, Chadice LeRae came out, and the referee rang the bell to start the match.

Fast forward

We were at it for about 10 minutes when Finn’s music started playing. I was trying not to get distracted and focus on the match. Finn grabbed a mic and started talking. “You know, Brooklyn, when we were together, I didn’t treat you like I was supposed to, and now you're dating a wannabe Braun Strowman.” I kept my focus, and I put Chadice in a submission. Not long, she tapped, and I won the match. I’m going against Io Shirai at Takeover 31. Finn did look pleased when his distraction didn’t work. I got out of the ring and got straight in Finn’s face. I grabbed a mic and said, “You just mad, Fergal, that he is better than you in and out of the bedroom.” I heard some Gasps and oohs, but I didn’t care. I wanted to get my point out and tell Finn I found someone better than him. I said, “I'll see you this Sunday, Fergal, and I hope Kyle beats you.” With that statement, I dropped the mic and went backstage. Everyone backstage was shocked, and Wardlow smirked. and Damian approached me and said, “You never change, baby girl, and good luck Sunday.” I said, “You too.” I went to Wardlow and pulled him to my locker room. You may know what we did behind closed doors.

#finn balor #fergal devitt #wwe #aew #wardlow aew #wardlow #both of them is my husbands #but wardlow looks better sorry not sorry #wardlow x reader #Finn Balor x OC #Spotify

[daddyhausen]

ok you did pegging oc headcanons now i need pegging angelo parker headcanons please 😁

• pegging headcannon — angelo parker •

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, pegging, handjob, penetrative sex, anal sex, use of sex toys, male orgasm, cumshot

{ word count } — 437

{ pairing } — fem!reader x angelo parker

{ genre } — smut

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“no, no fucking way, doll”

he stood at the edge of the bed, almost in a panic as you held a the strap on in your handing

taunting him with a mischievous giggle

“c’mon babe. you said you were down to try anything”

you retorted, about ready to chase him around the room with the toys

“dollface, you and i both know that i’m the dominant one in this relationship-”

“what does getting pegged have anything to do with being dominant?”

you interutped, albeit not intentionally

“you think it’ll make you less of a man?” you playfully teased, placing the toys onto the bed

“you tell me” he rebutted

making your way towards him, wrapping your arms around his waist

your head resting upon his chest

“just give it a try, if you don’t like it, that’s fine. i wont ask anymore”

you peered up at him though puppy dog eyes

he felt his heart melt, inhaling with a defeated sign

“alright, babydoll”

you almost jumped on him with joy

“who knows, maybe i’ll have you calling me mommy, too”

“don’t push your luck, sweetheart”

he gave a hearty chuckle, beginning to undress himself

never in his life would he have expected this

to be on all fours, about to be pegged by the love of his life

“you ready?” you hummed softly against his ear, having already prepped the dildo with a generous amount of lube

“as i’ll ever be…” he muttered softly in response

you reached around him, softly beginning to stroke his cock

helping him relax as you ease the tip of the toy into him

he grunted at the newfound sensation, accepting it

“feel good?”

he gave a small grunt in response

the sensation was odd, but he rather enjoyed it

coupled with the way you so tenderly jerked him off

“fuck, babydoll…” he muttered gripping the bedsheets tightly

“more”

his plea was simple, and you did as told

slowly pushing deeper into him as a soft moan ripped through his lungs

“feel good, daddy?” you repeated

“fuck yes, babydoll…keep going”

you began to move your hips in sync with his

his cock throbbing in your palm, about ready to explode

the toy sunk deeper into him, his back arching with each movement

“god…baby-” he stuttered through a moan

“gonna cum-”

you increased the speed of your hand around his cock

loving the way he squirmed back against the toy

his came into your palm, the skin glossy with his seed

you gave him a moment to catch his breath

slowly pulling the dildo out of him

“see, i knew you’d like it!”

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