Signed, GFW

Without realizing it, the day Kenny Omega adopted a little girl he set up the life of a future champion in wrestling. As y/n grew up between Japan and Canada, with trips to the u.s and u.k, she fell in love with pro wrestling. Watching her father every week, weather it was as a singles competitor, with Kota, or with the Elite, just strengthened that love. When she told him she was serious about wanting to wrestle Kenny was ecstatic, and started training her.

Once she started wrestling her career seemed to take off. She could be given a character and she would take it to heart, truly making it her own. She started with NJPW and ROH, and a few years got an offer from WWE. Once signing a contract she started on NXT and quickly moved to Smackdown. She took this time to spectate herself from her father, becoming known as herself instead of Kenny Omega’s daughter. And when she was released from wwe, she found herself a full time competitor in Impact.

“I’m just saying, I could have a contract written up in less than an hour. We would love to have you over here.” You rolled your eyes, fully aware that your dad couldn’t see you from over the phone.

“I already told you I’m happy at Impact dad.”

“No one is happy at impact.” He mumbled, and you had to hold back your laugh.

“Says the guy who was their champion only a couple of months ago.”

“And they all hated me the entire time!” He chuckled a bit as you grabbed your bag from the passengers seat and picked your phone up.

“Listen, I got to go. I’ll call you later.”

“Love you baby.”

“Love you to daddy.” And with that you hung up. You climbed out of your car and slipped the phone into your pocket and made your way into the building for the tv showing tonight.

“Omega baby!” You turned to see Johnny Swinger walking towards you with his arms out. Since you had shown up you had been in a storyline with the man as his tag partner.

“Hey swinger,” you allowed the man to wrap his arms around you in a bear hug. “What’s up man?”

“Scott man asked to see the two of us, wanting to talk about the show tonight.” He explained. One of his arms were still wrapped around your waist as he lead you down the hall to where you assumed Scott’s temporary office for the night was. As you walked a few people greeted the two of you and soon you were at the door.

You knocked and the door was quickly opened by Scott. “Y/n, Swinger, come in.” He moved so you both could come in, and you realized there were already too men in the room. Ace and Fulton. This shouldn’t have been all that odd, as Johnny had started some stuff backstage with Ace, which you were sure was leading to a storyline with the two men.

“Go a head and take a seat. I was hoping to talk to you all about a storyline we are wanting to start tonight.” Scott started as all four of you took a seat. “We’ve been setting up Swinger vs Ace, and we want your first match tonight. However, some people higher up want Y/n to turn on Swinger and join Austin and Fulton.” This made you sit up a little more, slightly surprised.

“They already want me to go heel? I’ve been here barely a month.”

“They really like your work from being a heel as opposed to your work as a face. We think fans will respond well to you as a heel.” He explained.

“I’d be fine with that,” Ace cut in.

“I think that could be fun,” Swinger agreed. They all looked to you, waiting for an answer.

“If that’s what is best for the company sounds good.” You agreed. You all talked for a little about how the night would go, and then you were all excused.

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You stood by the ring, cheering for Swinger as he and Ace fought. Fulton was on the other side of the ring watching.

“Come on Swinger!” You yelled, slapping the ring as you got the crowd to cheer for him. Soon enough Ace was laying at the side of the ring while Swinger was doing something with Fulton. You quietly made your way over to Ace, knowing the camera wasn’t going to be on you. You walked by him slipping him a pair of brass knuckles, and a few of the fans that saw started yell at you. Once Ace got up and Fulton had the attention of the ref he hit swinger with the knuckles and quickly got the pin.

You climbed in the ring as Ace and Fulton quickly made their way backstage. You helped Swinger to his knees, as he assured you he was ok. You backed up behind him watching as he sat on his knees. Then you ran at him, hitting a V trigger on the back of his head. Immediately the crowd started booing and yelling at you. You were hanging off of the top rope, winking at the camera before rolling out of the ring and going backstage.

Once back there you made your way over to where Ace and Fulton were talking to a backstage interviewer.

“Hey Austin!” You yelled out, walking up to the men. The cameraman stepped back to let you in the shot. “I’m gonna need those knuckles back.”

He tossed them to you shooting you a smile, which caught you off guard. Apparently you’ve never seen him smile like that.

“Y/n, why did you turn in Johnny Swinger?” The interviewer asked. You rolled your eyes turning to her.

“I can to Impact to be the best, not a joke. Which is all Swinger is. I’m not here to run some bullshit casino, or call half the locker room ‘daddy’” you added air quotes to the word. “Ace Austin is the best, and us Omegas surround ourselves with the best.” With that you walked off with the two men.

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Later that night you were in the gym of the hotel running on the treadmill. You had a flight to Winnipeg to see your dad in a few hours and could sleep so you decided to come down. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a head of bright purple hair making you turn your head slightly. You saw Ace lifting some weights, and you tripped seeing him.

“Fuck!” You felt your chest hit the treadmill and your face rub hard on it. You slid off of it and onto your back, breathing heavily. After a moment you saw a face appear above you. He looked worried as he held his hand out.

“Are you ok?” You grabbed his hand and he pulled you to your feet. Your face was throbbing but you figured it was at worst bruised.

“Ya, I should be fine.” You tried to dismiss it but he was still frowning.

“I think you should see your face first.” He suggested. You turned towards the full length mirror, and your eyes went wide at what you saw. The whole side of your face was red and scraped up, the area around it was bruising.

“Shit…” you mumbled. You reached up to touch it but pulled your hand away at the pain. “Ok, maybe I’m not as ok as I first said.”

Ace chuckled at that, shaking his head. “Why don’t we ask the front desk for a first aid kit? Just to get it clean.”

“Oh no it’s fine.” You insisted. “You finish your workout, I can handle it.”

“Na, it’s fine. I’m only down here because I could sleep.” He walked over and grabbed his stuff and opened the door waiting for you to walk out.

You both walked out to the lobby and asked for the kit, which they were quick to give you. Within a few minutes you both were up in your hotel room, sitting on the bed while Ace cleaned your face.

“You seem like you’ve done this before.” You chuckled, slightly nervous at having him so close to you.

“I’ve had my fair share of falls.” He said. “So, what had you down there?”

“I have a flight to catch in a few hours, and couldn’t sleep. I’m heading to Winnipeg to see my dad, so I figured I might as well get a work out in.” You explained. Ace put a bandage on your forehead where the skin and split slightly.

“What was that like? Growing up with a dad who wrestles?” He asked, the two off you putting the stuff back in the kit.

“I mean, I enjoyed getting to be around all the wrestling. I missed out on a lot of school stuff like dances, but got to see the word so you know.” You shrugged.

“I would have made that trade.” He joked, causing you to smile. “Although I bet it’s hard to not be just Kenny Omegas daughter.”

“You have no idea.” You groaned. “Half the reason I went to WWE was because I knew he wouldn’t ever go there.”

“Is that why you didn’t go to AEW?” You paused at that, unsure of how to respond.

“A bit? I’m gonna be honest, I didn’t want to get thrown into that stupid Adam vs Kenny storyline.”

“Really? Are they actually arguing?”

“Not that I know of.” You but your lip trying to explain. “New Japan had me involved in stuff with my dad and Kota. And storylines based off of personal things can be really emotionally draining. When you care about someone you don’t want to shit talk them on the regular, and I don’t want to have to talk bad about Dad, Adam, or the Bucks.” He was quiet for a moment, and immediately you felt like you made a mistake telling him that.

“How old were you when they first involved you in Omega vs Kota?”

“Like 10. He was living with us at the time, and it was always uncomfortable after they had a segment or anything.” He nodded listening to you.

“I get not wanting to deal with that again. Plus we’re all excited to see you in impact.” He assured you, making you smile.

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You pulled your suitcase along with you as you looked for your dads car. You were exhausted, as you hadn’t slept on the plain at all. You and spent the night before talking to Austin, and he had even offered to take you to the air port. Eventually you caught sight of your dads car and jogged over.

You bent down and knocked in the door which he quickly unlocked. You slid your bag into the back and climbed into the front seat. Your dad quickly leaned over and pulled your face over to kiss you and hug you.

“Hey sweetheart! How was you flight- oh my god! What happened?” He turned your face more to look at the bruising.

“I fell on a treadmill.” You answered, allowing him to manhandle you. He snorted at that, shaking his head.

“Of course you did.” He let you go, pushing some of hue curls out of his face. He started the car and drove away. “I saw the show last night, you didn’t tell me you were turning in swinger.”

“I didn’t know I was until like half an hour after talking to you.” You told him, turning your phone back on. You always turned it off while on a plain.

“So they have you with the purple haired kid?”

“I mean ya, he’s kinda a top heel so they thought it would make sense.” You got a notification from Ace. You had got each other’s number the night before.

Austin💜: You land yet?

Y/n: landed like 20 min ago. With dad now.

“Are you listening y/n?”

“What?” You realize your dad had been talking the whole time. “Oh, sorry. What were you saying?”

“I was saying we will have to find a time to go to California. Matt, Nick, and their kids want to see you.”

“That would be fun.”

Austin💜: Was the flight ok?

Y/n: about as good as any other flight. Im exhausted tho.

“Talking to someone interesting?” You looked up at him, slightly surprised.

“What?”

“I can see you texting. Anyone interesting?” He wiggled his eyebrows at you, making you blush and put your face in your hands.

“Don’t do that dad.”

“You like some one!?” He sounded excited, making you shake your head.

“Dad, stop!” Your face was extremely hot from embarrassment.

“Ok ok!” He laughed. “So how did you met them?”

“Work…” you mumbled, already knowing what he’s going to say.

“Y/n, you know I will support anyone you date but be careful of dating in the business.” He git vary serious vary fast.

“I know dad.”

“I’m serious y/n. Bookers take advantage of wrestlers relationships, and if they want you to break up on tv, or you actually break up and they want you together in tv it will be uncomfortable.” He ranted.

“Dad, I know what you went through-“

“I’m not talking about myself y/n. I’m talking about you.”

“Your always talking about yourself and him.” You mumbled, looking out the window. This was not how you wanted to start the week home with your dad.

“Don’t bring that up-“

“How can I not? Everything you do leads back to Kota! You haven’t even talked to him in years.”

“I’m not talking about this anymore.”

“Of course you aren’t.” You mumbled.

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You stormed about your bedroom, still angry from talking to your dad. Your bedroom was exactly the same as when you were 14 and you both had redecorated it for your birthday. You had been obsessed with Christian Cage at the time, and your room reflected that. Posters of the man were everywhere and you had every single video tape any of his matches in a pile by the tv in the room. You dad still hadn’t touched the room.

You sat on the bed, looking at the desk next to it over flowing with photos. Photos of you with your dad, the Bucks, and of course a few with Kota. You genuinely wondered if your dad would ever be able to talk about Kota like he used to. You reached and grabbed your phone opening your messages with Austin.

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“You gonna stop messing with your hair?” You looked over at Austin who was looking into a mirror running his hand through his hair.

“I think I’m gonna redye it again. It’s faded since I last did.” He ignored you as he walked back over and threw himself onto the bed you were sitting on. You were both in your bedroom at your apartment. You both had become great friends since you started teaming together.

“ I could do it for you. I think I have some purple hair dye in my bathroom.”

“Really?” He asked, rolling onto his stomach to look at you.

“I’ve dyed my and my dads hair about a thousand times. I’m sure I can handle yours.” You stood up and walked over to the bathroom, as you started pulling out the needed stuff. “Go grab a chair from the kitchen.”

Austin came in a few minutes later with a chair which he sat in. He pulled his shirt off and you got started doing his hair.

“So… have you and your dad made up yet?” You didn’t answer. “Y/n/n…”

“You don’t understand. It’s a touchy subject.”

“It’s been 2 months, and you obviously miss him.” He tried to turn his head to look at you but you wouldn’t let him. “Maybe you should tell me what the fight was about?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“I think it would help you to talk about it.” You were quiet for a moment. “Please?”

“We got in a fight about Kota.” You mumbled. “I told him I liked someone in the business, and he immediately started talking about how I needed to be carful. It was so obvious he was talking about Kota, but he refused to admit it.” You ranted to him, while he listened.

“I think you need to let him find his own way through that. You can’t force him to get through this stuff.” You had moved over to to sit on the tub to face him. “But you should talk to him. You love him, and he loves you.”

“Thank you.” You smiled at the man who flashed his own winning smile back.

“Of course. Now, who’s the person you like that you work with?” You blushed a bit, realizing you had screwed yourself.

“Oh, it doesn’t matter.”

“Oh yes it does!” He poked your side, making you jump slightly.

“Don’t do that! I still have dye all over my hands.” You held up your purple stained hands that still had some wet paint on it.

“Well then, you better tell me who it is.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“Never.” With that Austin reached out both hands ticking your sides. “No! Stop!” Your laughed standing up and trying to back away but you just ran into the wall so he could trap you.

“Tell me!”

“No!” You both were laughing as his hands moved up and down your sides. “Please stop!”

He finally let up, both of you breathing heavily. You looked at him realizing that his arms were against the wall, and his face was inches away from you. He stared at you for a moment before leaning in letting your lips met. You gripped his shoulders as you made out and he held your hips. Eventually you pulled apart but still staying close together.

“You may be the guy that I like at work.” You whispered, making him smile

“Glad to know it’s not one sided.”

You looked down a bit, your eyes going wide at his shoulders. They were stained purple from your hands. “Oh my god! Austin, your shoulders.”