#daniel garcia fic

Isiah kept talking about...I don't remember, as it doesn't matter right now.

Not when my eyes on fixated on my girl, who was dancing with a few of our friends.

Guys kept coming up to her, but she keeps moving away or pointing back in my direct.

I stayed back, wanting her to have fun dancing, and I would only step in if and when she needed me.

I felt a slap against my shoulder, making me yelp as I looked at Isiah, rubbing my shoulder.

"Man, just go and dance with her." He said as he took a sip of his drink.

"I will when I am ready."

But at that moment, she turned and looked at me, holding her hand out to me, and how could I say no to my woman.

I stood up, walking through the crowd of people until I was behind her, placing my hands on her hips.

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It didn't take long for her to start grinding against me, and I was already a bit turned on from just watching her earlier.

I lwaned down to whisper in her ear, "Stop dancing like that or I’m going to cum right here."

She faltered for a moment, before she started to dance faster.

My hands tightened on her hips, trying to figure out what to do.

Do I drag her to the washroom?

Do I drag her to my car?

She turned around, her hips still swinging as lowered her body, her eyes going a bit wide when she saw how hard I am.

As she slowly stood up, she kissed her way up my jeans covered cock, and that decided for me.

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My one hand is covering her mouth as I thrust into her pussy. Her back against the stall, her legs wrapped around for my waist as I fucked her to the beat of the music.

She was squealing against my hand as I bit my lip to keep quiet. Her tight pussy making me lose my mind as I fuck her.

Her pussy fluttering around my cock, trying to make me cum so soon, but I held off.

I dropped my hand from her mouth, to grip her ass even tighter as I fucked up into her.

"Daniel." She whimpered.

"Don't hold back baby. Cum for me. Who cares who fucking hears. Cum, cum for me now." I knew I sounded like I was begging, but fuck the moment she came, I followed right behind her, my own body shaking from the intensity of my orgasm.

"Time to go home?" I suggested.

"Yes, I'm not through with you yet." Was all she said to me, wondering what the hell she had planned for me.

MJF:

“Imagine having that kind of problem”

Will make fun of you (playfully) until you throw a box of pads at him

Is convinced that you are a demon during this time of the month

Will get you an expensive heating pad…and himself one too

Will make sure that you have your favorite candy…and also getting himself some too (its a uterUS)

I feel like Max wouldn’t know what to do emotionally (I can only see him as his gimmick sometimes)

But he is ready to drop a check on anything that you need to

Looks up more products/medication to get you so you can be more comfortable

Almost called 911 when you haven’t moved from an uncomfortable-looking position (almost thought you dislocated your spine)

But don’t tell him he needs to go out at 12 AM to get you something…he’ll say no

Darius Martin:

“What do you need?”

Darius definitely understands you and already has a little kit for you when you come over

He replenishes it every month

Makes you drink water at least every hour

Will give you massages at any hour, he doesn’t care

Darius is one who doesn’t underestimate your pain

Has everything in arms reach for you

Will have the heating pad on standby and will turn the shower to the hottest setting (per your request)

“Hey, I’m not doubting your pain but are you sure that hot lava water will help you? It’s burning me”

Will try to motivate you to exercise to relieve your pain

Dante Martin:

THIS SWEET SUMMER CHILD

I think because of the fact he only has a brother; he doesn’t understand/know the pain of periods

Will just do everything you ask

“Does it have to be this brand-….Yes, I understand but you didn’t need to call me all those names”

Does research and have you take vitamins

Will use another bathroom just to make sure he’s not making you wait or feel uncomfortable

Like MJF, is also scared to see you in a twisted-up position but lets it go when you tell him you feel the least amount of pain

Is also scared of your mood swings (if you have them), but he will quickly understand that you’re not mad at him…you’re mad at Mother Nature

Definitely will ask his brother for tips on how to avoid anything that’ll make you mad

Overall, he will be happy to help you and learn more about you

Hook:

WILL CARRY YOU WITHOUT ANY HESITATION

Tired? Can’t walk due to your period stabbing you in your tummy/uterus?

Call 1-800-SEND-HOOK

Like Darius, is very prepared for your time of the month

Will massage you with a heating pad

I also think he would push for more healthy food and vitamins for you instead of sugars; Mans will have five types of teas for you to try for relief

Will slap your hand if you reach for caffeine

“You’re gonna reach for a Coke when I made this raspberry tea? Don’t complain when your cramps get worse.”

Is not bothered by your period banter; he just remains silent

I’m still deadass about him carrying you everywhere; He’ll do it bridal way or piggyback; it doesn’t matter to him

As long as you are okay and getting better, Hook literally doesn’t care

Daniel Garcia:

I’m convinced that Daniel has tried a period simulator

So safe to know that he understands your pain (it's an uterUS pt.2)

(He was screaming from the pain before it reached level 7)

Will put on your favorite movies to distract you from your pain

Daniel will alter his regular routines to include you and to make you comfortable

Will massage anything you ask him

“You want me to massage your stomach? Done. Now can I massage your tits? Pretty please?”

Will carry you every now and later for your comfort

Doesn’t wanna leave your side until you’re feeling like your old self

“Can I leave? My girlfriend is currently experiencing pain and I’m starting to feel it too.” (Again, uterUS)

Ricky Starks:

Mans is probably the best on this list for dealing with pains and periods (besides Darius)

Ricky does everything to a T

Medication? Has the correct brand of water, pads, and food? Is patient with you? MAN HAS EVERYTHING

But I think, and hear me out

Mans would be into doing the devils tango during this time of the month (don’t know how you feel about it)

“You think a lil blood will stop me? Hell nah! Besides, I heard it really helps with your cramps”

Will continue to do routines with you -self-care with you; face masks, massages

I think he might take you to an acupuncture appointment to help with the pain too

In terms of your mood swings, he will playfully argue with you

“Don’t roll your eyes at me, unless it’s in pleasure…you goblin.”

Eddie Kingston:

“Ight I’m just gonna ask. What size is ya pussy?”

Legitimately doesn’t know what he’s looking for but understands the pain you’re experiencing

Will agree with whatever you say about periods (and will fight anyone who disagrees with you)

Will hog you during this time; just in case you need him at any time

Has everything in a fanny pack or book bag; sometimes will just throw the bag to you so you can grab it

Like the other men on this list, will massage you if you want it

Remember like how I said when you get injured (self-promo) that he will argue as he helps you? Yeah, that doesn’t change

“Get this Eddie. Can you hand me this Eddie? Just m-“ “Are you mocking me?” “No, my sweet!”

Will distract you from your pain with his nonsense

Sitting at a table in catering, I am playing truth or dare with Austin and Colten Gunn, Ethan Page, Juice Robinson, Penelope Ford and Skye Blue. I get up and walk over to the food table grabbing a little snack. Daniel Garcia and Daddy Magic are also up at the table getting food. I go to grab a piece of watermelon off the tray and my hand gets bumped by Danny's hand. I look over at him and smile grabbing a piece. He looks at me and smiles a little than looks back down at his plate. I walk back over to the table and sit down listening to everyone.

"Oh cmon Skye! Just answer the question! Does size really matter to you?"

Austin is sitting next to Skye with his hand on her shoulder trying to get an answer out of her. I giggle at the question and take a bite of my watermelon.

"To me? Being honest. I feel like size does kinda matter. You dont want no shrimp dick. You want a nice decent size."

Everyone falls quiet but Penelope and I clap our hands.

"I 100 percent agree with you girl."

"Me too!"

The guys roll their eyes at us and sigh.

"Y/N. It's your turn now. Truth or dare?"

Ethan Page turns to look at me while I am halfway through biting my watermelon. I finish chewing and look back at him.

"I'm gonna go with a dare."

I see Ethan's face light up with an evil look on his face. Everyone turns looking at him.

"Ummm Ethan what is with that evil look?"

"Oh Y/N. Don't think I didn't notice what happened when you were up at that food table. You and Danny."

He says kinda quietly among all of us at the table. Danny is sitting across the room with his friends so Ethan had to be quiet. I look at him confused and cross my arms.

"What are you talking about Page?"

"You and Danny being all smiley and shit to each other."

"It's called being nice. You should try it."

"Shhhhh."

Penelope shushs the table than looks at Ethan.

"Well! So what is Y/N's dare?"

Ethan looks at me smiling big. I look back at him kinda nervous about what he is going to say.

"I dare you, Y/N, to go over there and kiss Danny infront of everyone."

Everyone turns and looks at me. I sit there with a shocked look on my face. Juice looks at me than at Ethan.

"Okay no hot beautiful sexy woman like Y/N is ever going to kiss a loser like Danny. That's just gross."

"Well Juice.... it's either she goes and kisses Danny. Or."

"Or what?"

I cross my arms looking at him.

'You have to go on a date with me."

I stand up, look at Ethan and smirk. I turn my back towards him and head over towards Danny.

"I told you she would never go on a date with you."

"Shut up Colten."

Ethan smacks Colten's arm watching me. I walk over to Danny's table and stand next to him. They stop their game of Uno real quick and all turn to look at me.

"Whats up Y/N? Want to play with us?"

"No Daddy. I actually came over here to do something else."

I push Danny back against his chair, climb onto his lap facing him, grabbing his face and kissing him hard infront of everyone. Danny grabs my waist and kisses me back just as hard. I wrap my arms around his neck starting to make out with him. He tightens his grip on my waist starting to push his tongue into my mouth.

"Alright! Alright! We have seen enough! You win Y/N!"

Ethan pushes me and Danny apart trying to get me off of him. Danny grabs Ethan's wrist looking up at him.

"Do not ever push a woman around. Especially my woman."

"Your woman?"

I stand up and look up at Ethan smirking. Danny stands up behind me.

"Yeah his woman. Been dating him for a few months now."

Daddy Magic and Cool Hand Ang start laughing at Ethan.

"Oh shut up you two. And you have got to be kidding Y/N. You are dating this loser over me?"

Danny steps infront of me getting in Ethans face.

"You got a problem with it? We can settle this right here right now."

Ethan scoffs and backs up.

"Nah there is other pretty bitches around here that would be lucky to be with me. Enjoy being a loser Y/N."

Ethan walks off with the Gunns and Juice. I pull a chair up to the table next to Danny and we sit down. He pulls my chair closer to him and I put my leg over his leg. Daddy Magic looks over at us.

"I'm gonna shuffle the cards than we will start the game over so Y/N can join in!"

"Thanks Daddy!"

He grabs the cards and shuffles them. I lean over and kiss Danny's cheek. He puts his hand on my thigh and squeezes it. Daddy Magic deals out the cards and we all spend some time playing Uno together.

For two weeks, I had to travel to Japan for a wrestling tournament and I thought it wasn’t going to be that big of a deal. What would two weeks hurt?

Blackpool Combat Club started having their issues whenever Daniel Garcia betrayed Bryan, had us all fooled and made us all believe that he was going to leave JAS and go under Bryan’s wing.

Why was this so crucial? Not only did this stir issues between Bryan and Yuta, but I was secretly talking to Daniel.

I was excited and surely thought that Daniel was going to join BCC, but he blindsided all of us.

Watching this happen while in Japan made me beyond nervous to come back, but of course, I did and my heart was racing the moment I stepped into the arena.

My main priority was to get to our locker room and spend the night back there, not stepping out unless I had no choice.

Moving around like a ninja, as quiet as I possibly could, someone was bound to find me:

“Hey babe, nice telling me that you were back from Japan.”

Daniel.

Things were just starting off with a bang, huh? There was no avoiding him and the conversation that we needed to have.

So, turning around with an attitude on my face, he knew exactly how I feel, laughing at me:

“I see why you haven’t been talking to me. You’re mad at me, huh?”

“You know what you did was messed up, Danny,” I huffed, trying not to get too emotional, “You know the faith and hope Bryan put into you and you just betrayed him like that?”

“Hey, he should’ve seen that coming, so that’s on him!” He protested, always acting so cool, but I gave him something to truly think about:

“Maybe so, but Bryan isn’t the only person you hurt. What you did has him fighting with Yuta, I can tell that Claudio is ready to flip dealing with it, and you hurt me too. I really thought that you were going to join sides with us because you’re not a ‘sports entertainer’, you’re a wrestler, a damn good one and we all know it.”

“Naw, I know why you’re so ‘hurt’,” Those words caught me off guard, staying silent to listen to his rebuttal, “You’re just scared you’re going to get kicked out of BCC or something because of us.”

My time with Daniel wasn’t wrestling related. When we were with each other, we were ourselves and I haven’t connected with anyone like I did with him.

I didn’t think it would be a big deal but after everything that happened? It would definitely be a big deal. Maybe that is what I feared.

I wanted Daniel, but I also wanted to continue to be in BCC. With everything going on, those options weren’t going to coexist with one another.

“Tell me I’m wrong, Y/N?” Daniel looked into my eyes and I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of being right, turning and getting the door:

“I’d leave before one of the guys show up if I were you.”

“Wow!” He scoffed, my actions showing a sting he felt, definitely expressed in his voice, “So that’s it, huh? You’re choosing them over me?”

As a final response, I just pointed to the BCC sign on the door as I stepped in, then slammed the door shut.

Thank goodness I was all alone in there for a while to cool down. When Bryan, Claudio, Yuta, Mox, and Regal all made their ways in, I put on a smile and caught up some.

That night, Claudio and Yuta were facing Chris Jericho and Daniel; As much as I didn’t want to, I went out to ringside just to make sure no cheating occurred.

The whole match, not lying in the slightest, it was a banger and I was watching all of the action.

But of course, JAS couldn’t avoid their cheating nature, Angelo Parker trying to grab Yuta’s feet.

I quickly went right over to him, flipping him around and before I could even say anything, he even gave me a little shove.

That made me smile and I shoved him right back, going to get back into each other’s faces, I jumped a little, not seeing Daniel’s feet coming from the ropes and right into Parker.

From a certain view, it looked like an accident, and Daniel tried making the facial expressions explain that to everyone else, but when our eyes met?

He did that on purpose. We both knew it, but I stayed quiet and let Yuta do his thing, that small bit gave him the advantage and shortly after, Claudio was pinning Jericho for the win.

This was beginning to weigh heavy on my shoulders and I really hope nobody noticed, but while leaving the ring, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him.

I didn’t want to do what I did earlier, but I was a strategist; I liked having game plans with an end result. Things with Daniel? I had no clue how it would end and that’s what was making it all confusing.

And staring into his eyes? He didn’t want things to just end, he didn’t need to speak for me to know how he felt.

“Y/N, Y/N!”

I was so out of it that I didn’t notice Yuta talking to me when we got to the guerrilla.

“You okay, Y/N? I know that Angelo didn’t shove you that hard, right?” Claudio chuckled, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

“I’m fine,” I smiled, playing it off and laughing, “It takes a lot more than a little shove to throw me off. You guys did great out there.”

Going down the stairs, Bryan was waiting and oh boy, this wasn’t going to be good.

Yuta went straight up to Bryan, looking like he was going to start a fight and I was so grateful for Claudio breaking them up.

All of these internal issues because of Daniel. I just couldn’t and didn’t want to believe it.

For the rest of the show, we got Yuta to calm down, distracted one another with humor and all, which was nice, but when I was all alone again in my hotel, that’s when I started drowning in my thoughts again.

Fresh out of the shower in my robe, I was brushing my hair back, staring at nothing in the mirror, slightly startled when I heard quick knocks at my door.

That knocking seemed like someone was in an emergency. The first person that popped into my head was maybe Yuta or Bryan, but I opened the door to find Daniel.

It was clear that he had been thinking, having an attitude too, rambling right off:

“Look, we have to figure this shit out. And you won’t slam the door on me again. I’m serious.”

“I won’t,” I said softly, taking a deep breath, “You’re right. We do have to figure this out. Can you just try to see things from my shoes?”

“I get it. Dating me while in the BCC after everything? I’m sure they’d try to kill the both of us, but-“ He was finally trying to relate for a change, but considering he didn’t finish his sentence made me nervous:

“But what, Daniel?”

Staring deeply and creating a gaze between us, for a change, he made a very good point:

“You and me, what we got going on? It’s not a sports entertainers versus pro wrestlers deal. It just you and me. That’s it. No wrestling involved.”

I wanted to say that, that was easier said than done consider wrestling was literally our entire lives, but that’s exactly how I wanted things to be. So I stayed silent, thinking deeply when he huffed:

“That’s how I feel. So, if you want to be with me, we can figure things out or you can just slam the door on me, again.”

Geez, he was surely upset that I did that earlier, but he didn’t have to worry, getting him off guard this time when I grabbed his shirt:

“Just come here, Danny.”

Pulling him inside and the door shutting on its own, I got something I’d been longing for when I kissed him, feeling his arms wrap tight around my waist like he always did so naturally.

Any time I kissed him, it felt so right and this time was no different, done with the arguing and smiling softly:

“You’re spending the night with me, just so you know. Hope you’re not in trouble with your boys, by the way.”

“Why would I be in trouble with them?” He picked his head up to think, then looked away when he remembered, trying not to smile as I giggled:

“I appreciate that you did that for me. Don’t look so shameful about it.”

“I’ll trash anyone who touches you,” When our gaze reconnected, he was dead serious and I admired that, kissing again while untying my robe:

“And I’ll never doubt that. I know it’s been a few weeks and I’ve been a bit of grinch so-“

His eyes dropped along with my robe to the floor, licking and biting his lower lip, loving my next words:

“Since you’re staying the night, how about we make this all right again, hm?”

“Oh baby,” He chuckled, feeling how his hands gripped my thighs, the lust in his eyes, “You know that I was getting some of all this.”

At first I was giggling at how quickly he picked me up and took me over to the bed, tossing off his shirt once I was on my back, but the second his knees dropped and his head dove between my legs, I was breathless.

“D-Danny-“ I know it had been a few weeks, but not even a minute and he was devouring me like it was his last meal.

And when his tongue started flicking at my clit super fast, my body was trying to roll, unable to stay still with the hard shakes in my legs.

“I can’t make you cum if you keep moving like that,” He knew what he was doing, hooking my thighs and applying pressure to keep my hips pinned down, having my back arch with my growing moans.

“I’m so close, Danny!” Propping up on my elbows, there were tears in my eyes, feeling how his tongue was fucking me, having my walls spasming, hitting every right spot in a fluid series, falling to my back seconds later with my thighs squeezing his head, a handful of hair, crying out with moans while my slick drenched his mouth and chin.

I seemed to forgot how intense he made my orgasms, chest feeling heavy from finally being able to breath, spot in my vision when I finally opened my eyes, but still fixed on him, noticing how he was kicking his pants off.

He remembered how sensitive I was after something like that, leaving kisses at my inner things that made me shake hard with a moan, up my stomach, finding my breast and latching to my nipple, nibbling slightly before sucking harder.

At the same time, I felt his thumb circle my oversensitive clit, two fingers pushing into me softly and it felt so much, having me bite my lips and whimper out softly:

“Don’t be teasing me now, baby.”

He just snickered while leaving bites across my chest, pumping his fingers once more before positioning himself between my legs, having me whine at his cock slapping my clit, then running through my folds.

“What? You been missing this?” He loved to tease me, kissing at my neck while teasing my entrance, asking after I moaned instead of answering him, “You gonna answer me?”

“You know I’ve missed it. Just give it to me, please,” I wasn’t the type to beg, so I hoped that proved how serious I was.

“You’re gonna get it, baby,” His whisper was deep and gave me a feeling that I was in for it, but only focused on the tight friction along with his cock stretching me.

“Damn, Danny-“ Hooking my arms under his, my head snapped back and don’t know if I forgot how good he felt inside of me, but it was even better than our first time, just a few soft thrusts getting some noise out of me.

“I know you’re tight baby, but damn,” He chuckled softly, groaning with a thrust before lifting my right leg higher, “I’ll give you a reason to be louder.”

“You think I’m being dramatic or something-“ Just like how I thought, I was in for it, gasping hard at the strength behind his thrust, feeling his tip meet my cervix.

“Shh,” Holding the side of my face, giving a sloppy kiss given his hard, quickening thrusts, he bit my lip while growling, “I just wanna hear you screaming for me.”

“Daniel!” If I wasn’t calling him Danny, that meant I was serious, feeling how deep his thrusts were pushing me down, the constant smacks at my sweet spots surely getting me to scream out at times, quickly being driven to my next orgasm.

Positioning my left leg up higher too let his hips roll faster, rocking our bodies up to hit at different angles, his chest heaving with groans and pants, but he made sure to lock eyes with me, saying:

“I know with how you’re squeezing me. Cum, baby.”

“I’m about to-; I am, Daniel!” My nails were digging into the back of his shoulders, not able to breath and feeling a slight tear fall from the corner of my eye, finally catching my breath when I gushed around his cock, gasping out his name as he kept going till his cock was throbbing.

Going to pull back, I held on tighter and with one swift smack of his hips, he was buried deep, letting my legs fall with his head on my chest while were both panting and trying to breathe again.

“I’ve missed this,” I whispered softly while running my hand through his hair, smiling when he looked up at me and he couldn’t help but smile either.

Your return:

After being out for 1 1/2 months, you were finally given the green light to return to the ring

Even though it was less than 2 months, it felt like two years of being away from the ring

Arriving at the arena, you decide to surprise everyone; so you went straight to a private locker and changed into your gear

For your return, you either run out and help a talent going against the Outcasts or a heel tag team (think of Willow helping Skye Blue or Rodrick Strong helping Adam Cole)

Or you answer an open challenge from a person (male or female) and win the match to the crowd cheering and chanting your name (or make up your own, it’s your world)

When you get backstage, you were met with a smile from your boyfriend and or best friend

Dante Martin:

AGAIN THIS MAN IS A BABY

He’s feelin a bit bittersweet

It was nice to have someone with him while he was on the shelf; he didn’t feel lonely

But now he feels like gonna be back to square 1

Until you ran up and gave him a big hug (still being mindful of his leg)

You let him know that he never getting rid of you and you’ll always be his person

He smiles and says “Well 1 1/2 person is better than just 1” (get it? Cause he’s still injured so he’s the 1/2 per-)

Posts you on Instagram saying how proud he is of you

Hook:

Mans smiling from ear to ear backstage

Gladly picks you up while hugging you

“You’re gonna kill it. I know it”

Still keeps asking you how you feel about your shoulder

Mans wouldn’t say anything to anyone, but everyone could see how happy he is

I think depending on how your return goes, he would go out and establish an on-screen “friendship”

Would definitely celebrate with you afterward

Like Dante, he would definitely post a picture of you in his signature black-and-white scheme

MJF:

Posts a tweet confirming your return even though you didn’t tell him (he bribed the doctor to tell him the news)

Cuts a promo and references you

“My best friend/significant other is back, better than ever, better than you, and you know it.”

Will take all the credit for you getting better (to which you throw a shoe at him)

After congratulating you for making your return, he goes right back to roasting you on Twitter and on commentary

Is just pleased that you’re in a healthy position

Is very happy that you’re back and will try to figure out how to get you two in a storyline

If you say no, he will start some drama (will take back the scarf he made)

Eddie Kingston:

Is EXCITED to see you back; again runs around with his head cut off

Makes a small tweet about you

“Hey @Y/N, nice to see you back…now pay me for taking care of your fragile ass dawg.”

Will still be careful when imitating physical contact (hugs and etc.)

Continues to do almost everything for you out of habit

But he'll say it's because you're still depend it on him (to which you hit up side his head)

Like MJF, he will reference you in a promo (but will actually praise you for your durability and fearlessness)

Playfully will hold this over your head and says that you owe him if he gets injured

Ricky Starks:

You couldn’t keep the secret and told him that you were returning the minute you found out

Somehow, he managed to pull strings to get you involved with his storyline

He says it’s because he really just wanna work with you

But you know it’s because he wants to keep an eye on you (and to get even closer to you)

“It’s because you’re a child and I need to look after you.”

Still has a lot of your stuff on standby just in case something happens (always check on you to make sure that you’re comfortable)

Hangs your bedazzled cast/brace up in your living room

Daniel Garcia:

Daniel had a match after your return match/segment

MANS WAS DANCING IN THE RING TO CELEBRATE

And dancing at the club (just look at Isiah’s last vlog)

Will drag you on what he calls a “comeback tour”; and if you thought he was acting up when you were injured, wait until now

“Dude, it’s only 2 AM…why are you trying to go to sleep?” “-_-“

Is happy that you’re relationship/friendship was strengthened

Now that you are on the road, you were made his permanent road buddy (especially with Isiah being out of action)

“Zay, don’t blame me…blame Y/N, they insisted that I replace you because they have no friends”

Kenny Omega:

(side note; i need another kenny gif cause this one is causing me to gain more feelings for this man)

THIS MAN WOULD BE HAPPIEST TO SAY THE LEAST

When you first appeared and the crowd roared, a smile grew on his face

Was training with you up til you returned (you had to tell him cause essentially he is your boss)

Hugged you tightly and frequently checked up on your shoulder throughout the convo

He’s still scared that you’re not 100 percent

You: Kenny, you don’t need to keep checking on me

Kenny: Yeah, but- I think I see your bone poking through…Are you a zombie?

Will perform your signature move as a nod to your relationship

Baddies

Ricky Starks

Hook

Daniel Garcia

Eddie Kingston

Top Flight (Darius and Dante Martin)

Kenny Omega

Wardlow

Adam Page

Softies

Ricky Starks

This MAN would be enamored with a woman who is bold. I’m talking about bold personality, bold makeup, bold outfits, etc. This man steps out all the time with bold outfits and pics (have you seen his ass? Literally, have you seen his ass?) He would need a partner who can match his style, just simply for aesthetic reasons. For personality, again I would see him being attracted to someone who is fierce and who goes head to head in a battle of words (or flirty banter).

Hook

Do I need to explain? (We all saw the man at a strip club) I think because of the fact he is quiet (intimidating-ly quiet), he would love someone who speaks their mind more frequently than him. She would need to have the baddie mentality; for appearance, I’m sure he wouldn’t care, but I think he would lean towards baddie style/appearance. But I think that only because he would like for her to have the same style (like streetwear) as him.

Daniel Garcia

HAVE YALL SEEN THE MAN IN ISIAH’S VLOGS?? MANS BE GOING CRAZY. He would easily be attracted to someone with the Baddie aesthetic (crop tops, tight jeans, etc.). I think, like Ricky, something about a woman being very fierce and outgoing would just turn him on. I would also think they would need to go out as much as he does (to clubs and social gatherings) cause those are some of the things he considers to be fun. I would also think he would try to match outfits with you kind of like Ricky.

Eddie Kingston

This is one is a no-brainer (in my mind). I believe that Eddie is that person who wants his partner to have a “Baddie” mentality (independent, tough yet caring, comfortable with their skin, unapologetically themselves, and has a range of humor). Like he would have no problem with you being a “softie,” but I feel like he would bond better with someone who has a similar mindset as him. Bottom line, he just wants you to be comfortable.

Darius Martin/Dante Martin (Top Flight)

To me, they are the true neutrals for this request (please look at my diagram for a visual representation). I think they genuinely would not care about personality or appearances, their significant other’s comfort would be their primary concern/worry. But I see them being attracted to sweethearts because they are sweethearts (especially my man Darius). But again, I truly think they would be drawn to anybody (as long as the vibes are there mannnnn).

Kenny Omega

Two words; Kota Ibushi (That’s Kenny’s soulmate and I will not take any criticisms). That man looks so cute, yet has a killer mentality (and I think that is what Kota embodies) but also Kota is a big sweetheart. So to be honest, I see Kenny being a neutral person but with more favoritism on the softie side. Also, the man is a softie himself; Kenny is very kind and sweet.

Wardlow

THAT MAN IS TOO DAMN TALL- Hear me out, the man has a corruption kink (or omegaverse as he has compared himself to wolves….ARGUE WITH YOUR MOMMA). I genuinely see Wardlow being attracted to a person who is a sweetheart so that way he can experience a very nurturing and caring person. I think he is one of those people where it’s like opposites attract. Now, for appearance idk, it can go either way; he would just want the person to definitely be a soft person.

Adam Page

August 31st

“Ms. Y/L/N, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

You smiled as you sat down at the table, across from the other person. “Likewise. I’m happy to have this opportunity.”

“I know you and I am just happy to be in a room with such a legend in the making.”

“Mr. Kahn, I’m sure you are surrounded by legends in the making every day.”

“Well, yes to a certain extent; but none of them have the charisma and charm that you possess. And please call me Tony.”

Could you complain about life right now?

HELL NO

You had a lot to be grateful for like this meeting with Tony Kahn.

Everything was going great after the meeting with Paul. You started to feel like your old self again; you made your first public appearance at a fashion show, you started becoming an ambassador for multiple brand deals, you went viral for sitting next to Rihanna and then became the head ambassador for Fenty, and you were a single pringle.

But most importantly, you began to wrestle and train more. Almost every day, you got in the ring and you saw vast improvements even from the last time you stepped in the ring (which was two months ago). And because you were re-entering the public’s eye, your career and where you would end up as people noticed your contract was almost up at WWE (and the fact they haven’t seen you since July). Many companies have been offering you different amounts for you to sign to them.

Now you were here….at AEW…WWE’s biggest competitor since WCW….just “looking around.”

“Well, Tony, I really do appreciate this hospitality. It just softens the blow when it comes down to business.” You joked, making him chuckle.

“Of course. Well, I would say that we are just like everything you’re used to, but we both know that’s a lie.”

“How would you say that you’re different?”

“A big example is creative freedom; we barely use scripts, it’s just a basis and talent says what they want. Gimmicks, ring style, and creative ideas are mostly from the locker room and then are tweaked to make sure it’s okay with our sponsors. I also would say we have a great checks-and-balances system here as well.” You nodded your head as that was your main concern as you didn’t wanna throw out the things that brought you to your status now.

Since hearing that, your heart rate has decreased. You wanted to be yourself and not have to worry about lessening yourself to make others look good. “But I’m curious, since you’re a hot topic and agent, how much have you been getting offered?”

You discussed the amounts that you have been offered from Impact, AAA, NJPW, and Shimmer. Then, you told him about the arrangement that WWE (specifically Hunter) presented to you. Tony’s eyes went wide as he spoke up again, “That is really a good deal. I think William Regal received the same offer. It seems that they only offer that to those they must really like.” You giggled as he continued, “If you want, we can extend the talk to next week so I can give you a proper figure estimate. Until then, we can roam around backstage and meet the talent.”

“That would be great!”

For the next hour, Tony dragged you around backstage, introducing you to many talents that you haven’t had the pleasure of stepping in the ring with yet. You saw some old faces of people you’ve met and were friends with. Some were happy to see you, others not so much. Either way, you caused a wave backstage, you could even feel the tension to a certain extent. Eventually, Tony allowed you to roam by yourself as he attended to some business, which is how you started hanging out with Daniel (who was surprised) yet again.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me that you were coming here,” Daniel said playfully hitting your shoulder.

“Surprise? I didn’t want you to spoil anything, cause you know, you have a big mouth.” You said making him do a fake offended face. It was nice joking with him, it kind of helped relieve you of the stress and tension that you were feeling.

“How dare you?” He said laughing, he gave you a hug. You breathed in his cologne as he breathed in your perfume, both being delighted in the scents. You felt great being in familiar arms, especially of a man who you keep close to your heart. The same could be said for Daniel, he was legitimately grateful and glad to see you, as he normally is. “But I am happy you’re here. Now we can-“

“Y/N!” A voice from behind you cut him off. You broke away from the hug and turned around to see a fluffy-haired Hook with a wide smile walking up. Squealing you ran up to him and hugged him, excited to see him. “I heard that you were around, had to see it to believe it.” He said pulling away from you, allowing his hand to fall at your waist.

“Yeah, I’ve been sitting here catching up with Danny.” You smiled while motioning towards him. Daniel’s face became stoned real quick when Hook entered his view. His eyes traveled and landed on the spot where Hook’s hand was sitting on your waist. It bothered him. It bothered him that you are allowing him to touch you, let alone allowed your attention to go towards him. Daniel smacked his teeth in annoyance as Hook smirked.

“Garcia,” Hook greeted.

“Hook.” He responded.

Hook was loving this; he loved how jealous Daniel was getting and knowing he can’t do a damn thing about it as long as you were here. He loved that he was touching you like this and not him, no matter if it was a small gesture. “How are you, man?”

Daniel shrugged, not allowing his face to fall. “Good. How are you feeling?”

“Comfortable.”

“A little too comfortable,” Daniel said under his breath as Hook’s smirk widened. If anything, Hook tightened his grip around you before moving his hand further down to your hip. Daniel didn’t like that either, and he didn't like how you weren't doing anything about it, as if you were oblivious to everything. He cleared his throat, "So, how do you feel about your big match coming up?"

Hook shrugged and briefly flicked his eyes to you, "Nothing I can't handle."

"To be honest, I think it might be too much for you."

Your eyes widened, you didn't know what was going on but you didn't like the direction it was heading in. Hook squinted at Daniel, making his hand drop from your body completely. "What do you mean?"

"I just think you're biting off more than you can chew. Considering that you are just a rookie after all. Some prizes are just too big for you to win," Garcia said smirking as Hook was now stone-faced.

"Well then Garcia, what about your match?"

"Fine, I'm confident that I'm gonna win and everything that comes with it."

Hook chuckled, "Okay, but what if it's past your time? That you don't even have a chance anymore? Or that the opportunity for you has passed you by." He stepped closer to Daniel, who also stepped forward to the point that they were almost nose-to-nose.

"I still got my shot. I haven't failed-"

"Yet. That is until someone else better comes into play."

The tension in the air was becoming so thick that you couldn't even cut it….without a chainsaw. You couldn't even grab either of their attention as they were silently challenging each other. As the staring contest started between the two men, a stagehand came up to Daniel to let him know his segment was starting. Daniel, without any words, gave you a hug and left to go to the stage.

"What was that about?" You asked as Hook looked at Daniel's figure walking away.

"Don't worry your pretty head about it." Hook said, "Everything's gonna be okay."

September 7th

Today was a great Wednesday…a lot more fun and stress-free in comparison to last Wednesday. That's also probably because you were at a party. Not just any party, but Daniel's celebratory party for winning the ROH Pure Championship. It's been a long day for you as you were stuck in meetings all day, watched Dynamite backstage (which caused an uproar online), explored the locker room, and built and re-established bonds. You were tired, but you put that aside for Daniel because he deserves it; the title, the happiness, and everything else that came with it as he said.

But you still needed to try to get all your ducks in a row for the next major stage in your life. So you were, in the bathroom, on the phone with Mercedes and Trinity, catching them up on everything for the first time in a while.

"Well, this has been a very eventful month for you so far." Mercedes said, "But, hey, you deserve it. You're getting back on your feet and back out in society."

"You say that as if I've been isolated from society." You pouted.

"You basically have been, girl!" Trinity exclaimed, making you roll your eyes. "Now, go enjoy yourself at the party. You're supposed to be having a good time and here you are talking about work and stress. There will be a time for all that later."

Mercedes agreed, "Girl, go! I'm sure that Garcia would like to see you, especially with how you look right now." You were dressed in the best dress you could find with heels that hurt your feet so much.

You all exchanged goodbyes before hanging up. After fixing your makeup, you exited the bathroom to find your best friend on the floor like there was no tomorrow. His eyes lit up even more as he made eye contact with you. Daniel made his way to you, title around his waist and all. "Y/N! I'm so happy to see you! I thought I would have to cancel if I didn't see you!" Daniel said, having his words run together

"First Danny, congrats champ! Second, are you drunk?"

"Nope! Just buzzed, I think." He slurred and laughed, making you laugh. Daniel was so cute when before leaning down. "Do you wanna dance? It's boring without you on the floor."

Laughing, you took Daniel's hand as he lead you to the dance floor. The two of you danced to many songs, twirling and spinning around to the point Daniel gave Isiah his title belt to put away in VIP. You were having a great time, singing at the top of your lungs with him like old times, taking shots, taking various pictures and videos throughout the hour, and not once did you feel stiff or feel any tension. Soon the songs started to slow down, making the dance floor scarce. Daniel and you were still dancing as if no one was watching, but in the meanwhile, gradually getting closer to each other.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as his arms were wrapped around your waist, moving along to the beat. You were trying to look anywhere except for Daniel's eyes, which were glued on you. Soon, his hand lifted to your face, gently lifting your face up to him. As soon as you made eye contact, you could have sworn either Cupid shot you (and or Daniel) in the ass or you were drinking too much cause the way he was looking at you made you feel like you shrunk two sizes. Blushing, you were drawn into his beautiful brown eyes. You saw the same glint in his eyes that you saw when you first reunited. Despite the club having different colored lights everywhere, you could make out the emotions more clearly than ever before; admiration and lust.

As you looked into his eyes, you could feel those same feelings coming to the surface, or maybe it was the liquor coming to your mind. Apparently, that was clear to Daniel as well. "You are so damn gorgeous," Daniel whispered while looking back and forth between your eyes and lips.

"Danny, you're drunk." You said, trying to excuse his words and make the moment less

"Maybe, but that doesn't mean I don't know a beautiful woman when I see one. One especially that makes me feel…I don't know how to describe it but just know that I love how you make me feel nonetheless." Daniel finished as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"And hopefully soon, you'll feel it too." He muttered in your hair.

“How could she do that?”

“I mean if you went through what she went through you would do the same”

“Good riddance Y/N!”

“Please go to AEW, they need you!!”

“tbh, that was one of my favorite pipebombs ever”

“I wish her the best and hopefully she’ll come back with Sasha and Naomi”

“She should have done it differently”

“Without WWE, where is she gonna go?”

It’s been 1 month. (August 2nd, 2022)

1 month full of tweets, posts, and people just interjecting their opinions. But also 1 month of your silence. You didn’t issue any statements, no comments, no interviews. After a bold move like that, you thought you would feel better. And in some ways you did, you feel like you removed the foot that was crushing your throat; like you got rid of the poisonous thing that has been draining your life.

You felt free.

But amid that freedom was there this excruciating silence that took up your mind where you’re second-guessing everything. Now, you just wanted to be left alone with your thoughts of what to do next.

WWE removed you from all programming, posters, and promotions. They put you on blast, as they did with Mercedes and Trinity, before dropping you as a subject altogether. It’s like you didn’t exist. Liv is still the champion, but it’s only a matter of time until Ronda gets it back. No one from WWE reached out; except for Bianca, Zelina, and Liv. And you sent Liv an apology bouquet for dragging her into the situation. Christian only reached out to tell you what a mistake you were making and how you should apologize (and also how this potentially might ruin his career).

You haven’t really talked to Mercedes or Trinity as they were extremely busy in the last few months with bookings. They were off doing signings, in tv shows, and being in fashion shows (you were the first person to know that they would be in New York Fashion Week). All while you were sitting in your apartment, just trying to figure yourself out.

Daniel, Paige, and Hook all check in on you at least once a day. With Daniel and Hook living so close, they often come by to chill with you (separately of course). Paige constantly facetimed you, so in a way you didn’t feel totally alone. And today was nothing different.

“Tyler, no I can’t just magically pop up at the strip club.” You said on the phone while looking through your fridge for something to cook.

“All I’m saying is that it’s a great way to reappear in the public’s eye,” Tyler said while snickering.

You grabbed your leftovers. “And this not because you would like to go to the strip club?” You paused. “Again?”

“Noo….anyways, how are you feeling today?” He asked, changing the subject

“Better than yesterday. I feel exhausted. And I’ve spent a month doing absolutely nothing.” You groaned as you put the leftovers in the microwave. “I just want to get up and do things but I don’t know what to do or where to start.”

“Y/N, you have to take everything one step at a time. Everyone moves at different paces, you can’t rush a process that you’re not completely ready for.” Tyler calmly explained as you sat on the couch, pondering his words. “Don’t feel like you need to make a big decision now. You need to evaluate all options before making a move. And just know that you will always have people that will support you, me included.”

“That was very sweet Tyler.”

“I can be a sweet guy, sometimes.” He said making the both of you laugh. “So, how’s your lover boy? You don’t talk about him much.”

You sighed before getting up and slightly pacing around the room, “There’s nothing to talk about, we haven’t talked much these days. He’s busy doing his thing.”

“So why are you still with him?”

You stopped in your tracks before answering, “Because I love him.”

“That may be true, but are you still in love with him?”

At that moment, it felt like your world came to a stop, like when Daniel asked if you could see yourself with someone else besides Christian. It was another loaded question, yet a big question that you had to figure out the answer to sooner or later. You truly do love Christian, after all, you two have shared a lot of memories. A lot of moments where he was the sole reason for your smile, how you got butterflies in your stomach when he texted you, or how you saw your life later on with him. But now? You were tired of being cast aside by him, tired of being treated as if everything you do is wrong. You were tired of how exhausting fights were with him and how he jealous he got of others in your life. Do you feel the same way now? Do those memories and moments outweigh what has been happening recently?

You became deep in thought before being pulled out by a knocking at the door and Tyler’s voice growing louder. “Y/N? Y/N, hello?” Your head snapped back to reality (oops there goes gravity-sorry).

“Hey, sorry Tyler. I’mma have to call you later, someone’s at my door.”

He sighed but understood. “Okay, but just remember if anything happens or if you need someone, my bed always has a place for you.”

You giggled before hanging up and answering the door, to the sight of Daniel. You briefly hugged before letting him in and going to get your hot leftovers from the microwave. “Why are you here? I thought you were training today.”

“Yeah, but I haven’t heard from you.”

“Danny, I’m fine. You can go to your training session.”

“No can do, I cancelled it.”

You put down your fork, looking at the man who was now occupying your couch. “You mean to tell me that just because you didn’t hear from me, you dropped everything to check on me?”


“Hell yeah. I just wanted to make sure that you were okay and safe. I needed to lay eyes on you.” He said getting up and walking towards you. Your heart swelled at his words. You were blessed that someone saw you that important in their life. “I just need you to call like once a day to know that you’re okay.” He said grabbing another fork and taking a bite of your leftovers. “You always make the best stirfry.”

“Danny, what should I do?”

“About the entire situation?” He raised his eyebrows. You nodded as he sighed. “To be honest Y/N, in my opinion, you need a clean slate. Then you can build whatever your heart desires. But the thing is that you already caused drama at WWE, to the point where if you go back something is sure to pop off again. You don’t need that and you damn sure don’t deserve that.”

“To be honest, I don’t know what I deserve at this point.”

Daniel sighed before grabbing your hands and staring into your eyes. “Y/N, you are an incredible woman and you deserve all the fine things in life. And if you don’t see that, you are dumb as hell.” He said making you laugh. “Anyways, what were you doing before I got here?”

“I was just on the phone with-“ And you cut yourself off, trying your best not to finish the sentence (for fear of making Daniel upset). 
“Hook?” You shyly nodded as you avoided eye contact. “I don’t care if you guys talk.”

“You hate him.”

“I hate his stupid perfect hair. And the way he does his suplexes. And the way that he just gets everything he wants.” He said slowly letting go of your hands. He cleared his throat as you side-eyed him. “But yeah he’s a cool dude.”You rolled your eyes as he started to rant about work, you grabbed your phone. Your eyes started to scroll around before they widened on one particular text from an unexpected person. You started to drown him a bit as you kept in the text. “Y/N, are you okay?”

You blinked with a blank stare on your face. You slowly nodded and just said, “I have a meeting tomorrow apparently.”

“With who?”

“I don’t even wanna discuss it.” And you threw your phone across the room and placed your head under a pillow.

(August 3rd, 2022)

You woke up nervous as hell.

You didn’t know what to expect from this meeting. Will this make things worse or better for both of us?

You put on a semi-business outfit with nice shades, you did your makeup and hair very quickly. You grabbed your purse before passing Daniel (who was knocked out on the couch after all had drinks and game night) and left to rush to your meeting. You couldn’t decide if it was a blessing or a curse that your meeting was close to your apartment; you couldn’t shake your feelings as your anxiety grew to be pounding in your ears, making you almost hyperventilate. As you approached the building, you took a deep breath before walking into the plaza. You made talked to the receptionist before getting the clear to go upstairs.

You took the elevator and got out at your stop. Walking straight ahead to the doomed door. You took another deep breath before putting on a fake smile and knocking on the door. You heard a grumbled and muffled come in.

You opened the door to see the person with a smile behind a stack of papers. “You know Hunter, I never thought I would see you like this.”

“Y/N, I told you numerous times to call me Paul.”

“Hunter just rolls better.” You shook his hand as you two sat at the wooden coffee table.

Before the whole situation, Paul (Triple H) has also been one of your mentors when dealing with the wrestling business. You credit him with a lot of business moves and how your character was booked. Before your walkout, you two would talk every week (sometimes even multiple times a week). Now, this was the first time you were communicating before in a little over a month.

“I’ll get right to it. Neither Vince nor John are here, so you can be as open and honest with me as you want. Whatever is stated here will remain between the two of us.” Paul said. You nodded but you didn’t want to start right away, instead, you were trying to organize your thoughts. What could you tell him? That you were mad that things were being unfair and no one else saw that but you? That you couldn’t stand being in this company anymore as days go on. “I’ll start if you want.” He said, you nodded again.

He sighed as he tried to find the words to say. “Y/N, I’m incredibly sorry for not speaking up in the past for you. I knew of the plans and voiced my displeasure about them when Vince wanted to give the title to Ronda. I’ve tried telling them that there needs to be more substance within the women’s division and constantly giving Ronda a title is not the way to go about it, no matter how well I get along with her. But I know, what you said and done is not just based on Ronda and how Vince operates with her. It’s something much deeper”

You sighed as you started agreeing with him, “That was literally what I was trying to talk about. The women’s division needs more attention, storylines, and substance. We have women who have been with the company for several years who have been put on the back burner, women who have not been allowed to showcase their talent or improve in the ring and then get ridiculed for it, and we have the same people showing up with all the time with the same storylines with the same opponents. Or even worse, we get the short end of the stick and get our times cut when shit does over the time limit. I’m just tired of it all. And I’m tired of being the one who is always sacrificed for Ronda or someone else’s agenda. And then to top it off, we don’t get paid as much as we should, unlike our male counterparts.”

You paused before continuing, “I will admit, the way that I stated my grievances was distasteful and a bit selfish, but I didn’t know how else to get anyone to listen to me. I want to apologize for embarrassing you, and the company, and putting you and Liv in an uncomfortable position. That was never my intention, I intended to state my displeasure with the treatment of the women’s division and how we are ultimately nothing more than stepping stools to a particular figure.” You avoided his gaze and just focused on everything in the room, but him.

Paul chuckled before shaking his head, “Y/N, you did not embarrass me.” He said, making you look up at him with shock. “Shit, I mean what you did actually brought a smile to my face, that I had to hide from Vince. It made me think back to the Curtain Call incident in a way. You should never have to compromise your feelings and beliefs for this business, instead stand up for what you believe in. And you did exactly that, you stood up for what you think is right and you should do without remorse. Sometimes we have to be selfish with our agendas, cause we have to look out for ourselves at the end of it. Mercedes is doing it, Trinity is doing it, and now so are you.”

Giving a small smile, you responded, “How’s Vince taking it?”

“He wasn’t happy with it at first. But then he saw how much interaction WWE was getting and soon just decided to make it into a work. He’s open to talking and compromising, especially since your contract is expiring soon. But the question is, do you want to talk? Do you want to compromise? But first, let me ask you; when you did this, did you ever think what was gonna happen afterward?” You shook your head as he continued, “Well, then what do you want to do? Everything is your call now and I’ll explain this later, but you put us in a hard spot.”

You looked to Paul before saying, “I want a clean slate. I deserve a clean slate.”

Paul sat back in his chair, quiet for a moment. He widened his eyes as if he just thought of something, “What if I can make a deal with you? And I can give you that clean slate.”

You smiled, “I’m listening.”

—Time-Skip 1 hour later—

You walked out of the building feeling so much better than how you felt coming in. You squealed with excitement as you believed everything was coming into place and you were gonna get your peace back. That your slate, your canvas was clear. But then you shortly realized that it wasn’t, your slate wasn’t all the way cleared. You sat down on a nearby bench, getting out your phone. You pressed the phone icon before scrolling to a certain contact, your finger hovered over it before pressing it to dial. Lifting the phone to your ear to speak, the call quickly went to voicemail after two rings. You brought down your hand to end the call, but after quick consideration, you put it back up just in time to hear the voice message beep.

You took a breath in and said, “Hey, I just wanted to say thanks for everything for the past couple of years. Even though shit’s been going south lately and we aren’t what we use to be, I love you and I’ll still love you. I know you’re thinking about deleting this message already but I just want to say one more thing….

We’re over Christian.”