Michael jackson x wwe superstar! black reader
It's Friday and Michael was asked to watch his god son while his friend and wife have a night out. Like every Friday night, his son watches wwe smackdown and Michael couldn't help but feel in awe at the new women's champion.
i was also inspired by how Michael would just call celebrities hotel room or home. lol. if Michael wanted to talk to you, that request will be fulfilled. You were no exception.
Michael's god son and his other son Prince was in the living room watching tv getting ready for Friday Night Smackdown. This episode in particular will be more interesting due to the fact it was right after Wrestlemania. The two boys had their wrestle buddy toy plush in hand and snacks on the coffee table. "I don't know why you like Eddie so much. He cheats. That's not fair!" Prince said.
"Life's not fair. It's his gimmick. If your favorite wrestler can't beat his tactics then that's boohoo."
Prince stuck out his tongue in which Michael caught him in the act as he walked out from the kitchen bringing the boys their drinks. "Prince. Be nice."
"Applehead! You gonna watch with us!!"
"Yeah, I'll watch. I don't know much about wrestling but I can learn from you two." He said before sitting himself down on the couch. The boys were ecstatic. The first two matches had them captivated. Triple H vs The rock vs Stone Cold Steve Austin in a triple threat match for the Heavyweight championship.
Michael himself was definitely entertained and could understand why his sons loved this so much. The next match was Undertaker 'The american badass' vs Chris Jericho, which Michael remembered correctly, was Prince favorite wrestler. The episode had so many out of pocket moments which had Michael in a state of...how was some of this allowed on tv.
The art of the attitude era crossing over to ruthless aggression.
The show ran a little longer than expected and his two boys were too sleepy to even finish the show. He tucked them into bed and was in the process of cleaning up their wrestling toys and food crumbs that was left behind. The tv was on filling the rooms silence. He was about to turn the tv off that was until he saw there was one more match left on the card. The women's championship match.
Trish Stratus making her entrance with the belt in hand. Her entrance gear was all black with the glitter reflecting the camera. The arena going crazy for her as she made her way towards the ring. She showed the fans her success through the belt. Undefeated on the divas roster while having the title for 3 months.
This match was special. Not only for women but for the black woman in the industry. You were the first black female wrestler to be in a main event on smackdown fighting for the title you had your eyes set on for months.
Your theme boomed through the arena. The light show going wild flashing your signature colors. You looked like a living bratz doll by the way your wrestling gear looked. Your hair long and laid..thanks to your wig installer.
Michael felt winded. He felt his heart beating rather aggressively against his chest. He watched you strut down the ramp slowly taking off your entrance jacket. A fur coat. Your skin moisturized and beautifully brown. The men on the ramp wanting to touch you from behind the barricade. The camera pans to a random section of the arena showing posters showing support.
You got in the ring and gave an air kiss to the camera to whoever was watching at home. Michael...yes...Michael Jackson was one of those people watching.
The announcer announced their names, weight, and their hometowns. You, usually from the Monday night Raw roster your charisma and talent is much more aggressive than the divas on smackdown. The moment the bell rang signaling the start of the match, your years of training paying off to get that belt around your waist. All means necessary.
Michael watched you silently rooting for you to win. He was so in love with your athleticism and how quick you were to avoid hits from your opponent. Trish had been in the game a little longer than you but that wasn't gonna scare you. You both paddy cake each blow until you gave her one hit knocking her back to the corner of the ring.
This was perfect. You had the win right in your hand. You ran towards her getting yourself up on the third rope. You perfectly executed a hurricanerana turning it into a pin. You had your arms hooked around Trish's legs.
The arena roared in chaos with cheers.
"Here's your winner, and new women's champion!"
Michael watched you take the title belt from the referee. You held the belt high in the air showing everyone and anyone who was watching. Near and far. The camera goes to Trish who was still on the floor appalled and upset. Michael couldn't be too loud, his boys were sleeping just down the hall. They just missed the highlight of the show but he couldn't complain too much. He enjoyed watching the match by himself.
The next morning, you were in your hotel room packing up the rest of your things. It still felt surreal to you seeing the championship belt sitting nicely on the other side of the bed. You were in a good mood. Nothing but pure happiness and bliss.
In the middle of putting your gear away, your hotel room phone rung. You stopped mid fold and went to answer it. "Hello?"
"Good morning, is this (name)?"
"Yes..." You said in a way that sounded unsure. Only because you knew that voice anywhere. You couldn't tell if it's real or fake but then again why would anyone prank call you.
"Thats wonderful, I finally got the right room." He chuckled. "Im Michael Jackson and I just wanna congratulate you for winning the championship. I was watching last night and I enjoyed every minute of every second."
His voice was so soft and genuine you couldn't believe your ears right now. You didn't even knew that Michael would even take the time out of his night to watch Smackdown. Especially a memorable moment in your career. "Oh god.."
You sat down on the bed. You nearly felt the room spin by how much emotion you were feeling. It was almost overwhelming. "Im sorry. I wasn't expecting, how did you, how...huh?!"
You began pinching your thigh and with each pinch came pain. You wasn't dreaming.
"I wanted to talk to you myself so I had my team get in touch with yours. I know it's a little rude but I really wanted to speak with you."
"No not rude at all. I'm honored Michael. These last few hours just keeps getting better and better."
You heard his sweet angelic laugh that was music to your ears. "I hope it's not short notice but I would love to meet you in person. I've been told your schedule is free until next friday."
Your schedule was in fact full but for Michael, you were willing to drop everything to meet a man like him. "Yes, I would be happy to meet you Michael-"
"Perfect..because I already have a car waiting for you outside to drop you off at the airport. I paid for everything so you don't have to worry about anything ok?"
You moved the curtain from the window to see a sleek black suv waiting. The driver holding a sign that probably had your name on it. You had never experienced this type of treatment before, but God knows, you should start getting used to it.
"Oh Michael, you didn't have to do this."
"I wanted to. Now, I must go and I can't wait to see you when you arrive at the ranch."
You didn't get a chance to say goodbye since the line went dead. You sat in a state of bewilderment just off staring into space. You could still hear his voice replaying over and over. Meeting Michael Jackson was probably more life changing than winning the championship title.
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