Wrestling lore is really funny to explain to non-wrestling people, mainly because you have to suspend your disbelief much more than you would do for stuff like anime or superhero fiction. Think of it like this; it’s normal for a shonen anime protagonist or a superhero to demonstrate they have superpowers usually because it’s established early on. That also goes for other parts of the lore, such as the world-building, the MacGuffins, and the history of that world.
But in wrestling, characters and storylines change all the time and are ongoing (I’ve seen the term “longform storytelling” used). So you end up with HUGE leaps in logic, such as:
1) There’s a supernatural being from hell who temporarily became a biker gang member, and then went back to being a supernatural being from hell
2) There’s a male model who gave out grooming tips who eventually evolved into Captain America/Homelander.
3) Triple H committed burglary on camera. He invaded Randy Orton’s home, beat him up, destroyed some of his property, and then threw Orton out the window. But it’s all fine because he’s the good guy, so he’s still employed by the WWE.
4) Dominik Mysterio is beefing with his dad, who literally fought for child custody of him in a wrestling match. Keep that in mind anytime you see Dominik not getting along with Rey.
5) Edge got sent to hell, but is okay now.
6) CM Punk was once a cult leader, but stopped doing that after he lost his hair. Then he became the opposite, as in he turned into an anti-authority rebel.
7) A lot of wrestlers, such as Sheamus and Shawn Spears, apparently used to work at WWE as background staff/security guards.
8) Real life famous music artist Bad Bunny is part of the lore and he actually beat a world champion (Damian Priest) in a match. And I don’t mean Bad Bunny is playing a character. In the WWE lore, Bad Bunny is playing himself.
(Feel free to add on any other leaps in logic from pro-wrestling)
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summary: more headcanons of what your life looks like after marrying randy (request)
all superstars married life hc, aka pt 1 link
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-after marriage it's like randy unlocks a new personality where he finds everything and anything related to your relationship extremely valuable; collects receipts from date nights at restaurants, wine labels, prints out pictures from dates, dried flowers, crafts you two created together, etc.
-he even suggested you two freeze what was left of your wedding cake and eat it on your first wedding anniversary lol, even framed the recipe and put it in your kitchen
-your home becomes full of how strong your marriage is despite its early beginnings, which means that whenever you have arguments or have some sort of miscommunication, there is always something nearby to remind you of why you fight so hard to maintain your love ("love is standing and fighting for every moment, two people caring enough about each other to makes things work")
-because of this he came up with the idea to have daily quality time together, which can be hard when you're working apart from one another but there is always an intimate date night that follows; cooking dinner together, cuddling in the morning and/or nighttime, being fully honest with each other about boundaries and feelings, watching tv of tiktoks together, exercising next to each other or simply going on a walk
-never seems to run out of things to compliment you about, becomes insanely creative (sometimes funny) with his compliments; "your shoes match your eyes so well," "I once heard that the most beautiful person in the world's favorite color is [your fav color]," [points to the mirror behind you] "see that person over there, they're so my type"
summary Randy, a patient in therapy, starts blurring the lines with his therapist, creating a dangerous and addictive relationship between them.
- 18+ pairing: dark!randy orton x female!reader
warning DUBCON, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, rough sex, intimidation, fear play, creampie, slight power imbalance, use of y/n [count: 1], masturbation, sadism, titty fucking (something new 🤭)
He’s supposed to be my patient.
That’s what I tell myself every time I pull into his driveway.
At first, our relationship was normal. Professional. He showed up at the clinic every Monday and Wednesday for his therapy, and I did my job, keeping a careful distance between us. Now, I’m here. At his house. Three months into these private sessions that his doctors deemed necessary, because he made sure they believed it.
I glance at the time on my phone. 7:30 AM. I need to be at his place by eight, and I’m barely pulling myself together. My navy-blue scrubs cling a little too tightly, but I have no time to change. My ponytail is neat, but I smooth down the flyaways anyway. Then, I reach for my perfume…the one he specifically complimented. Kay Ali Yum Boujee Marshmallow.
Wear that again next time, sweetheart. It suits you.
I tell myself I'm only wearing it because I like it. Not because he does.
Before heading out, I take a mirror selfie, turning just slightly to the side. I don't think much of it before posting it to my Instagram story. Then, I grab my bag and leave.
•••
Randy leans back in his recliner, sprawled out in a pair of tight athletic shorts and one of his own branded T-shirts, his knee aches but he barely notices as he’s absently scrolling through his phone. He sees that she’s posted and taps her story, and there she is. She's turned slightly, her side profile sharp, her hips and ass barely concealed by those navy-blue scrubs. They hug her curves in a way that's almost obscene, stretching tight over her thighs. Bet she'd bust through the seams if she bent over just right.
He hates how much control she has over his body. Over his thoughts. How fucking badly he needs her without her even trying.
“Gotdamn it,” He needs to shower. Needs to handle this before she arrives.
He pictured himself squeezing her waist as he slid in and out of her wetness, watching and admiring how her ass would jiggle with each thrust. His pants were quiet but every curse and chant of her name echoed off of the shower wall. Oh, how he wanted to hear her moan for him. The closest he’d gotten was that breathy little gasp she’d let out when he’d shift too much of his weight onto her during an exercise, forcing her to steady him.
“Okay, let’s slow down!” she said, voice caught somewhere between worry and something dangerously close to desperation.
Randy gasped, his body still rocking forward into his palm. “I wonder who’s used that little fucking pussy,” He grit as he felt himself getting closer. “They’ll have to kill me if they ever..fuck…try to get inside of you again.” His mind was clouded with her and only her. Her eyes, her face, her plump ass in those scrubs, every detail burned into his mind. But it was the way her breasts would sway so subtly, so teasingly, like they were asking for him to fuck them.
He imagined how her soft breasts would feel against him. How it would feel as he’s thrusting in between them faster and faster as he becomes increasingly turned on from the sight of his tip peeking out from the top of her bosom. He could feel her saliva dripping down onto his sensitive head.
He’d ask her, “How does that feel, baby?”
But her only response would be a needy mewl. Her lips wet, her mouth salivating to taste him. But instead, she can only look up at him or at the disgusting way he was using her body to get himself off.
“Oh. . . Y/N….just like that!” He felt his orgasm overcome him. “Fuuuuck-”
It feel so good, so fucking good, and Randy kept going. Never stopping his hips until they practically buckled from sensitivity.
By the time he gets out of the shower, he notices it’s eight fifteen. fifteen minutes late, that means maybe he should take the wind from her lungs for fifteen minutes and she’ll learn what it means to be on fucking time. He wonders how long it would take before she starts to panic. Five minutes? Ten?
His phone buzzes, breaking the thought.
Her name flashes across the screen.
She’s calling.
“Yeah?”
“Mr. Orton-”
“Randy.” He blurts.
A pause. “Randy, sorry. I've been outside for a few minutes. Didn't know if you were-”
“I'll be there.” He hangs up before she can finish.
He exhales, dragging the towel across his damp skin. It's hard enough hearing his name roll off her tongue like that…soft, breathy, almost like a moan.
Fuck.
He pulls on a pair of joggers and heads downstairs.
—
When he opens the door, he doesn't greet me. He never does. He just stands there, shirtless, joggers hanging low on his hips, towel draped around his neck. He steps aside and pulls me in, I murmur a quick “Good morning” before slipping inside. I don’t take offense, he’s always so closed off and to his defense, he’s probably not a morning person. His house smells like expensive cologne or maybe just Mahogany Teakwood, I make my way to his gym, the space familiar now, the equipment second nature.
“Alright, let’s get started!”
He watches me too closely as I set up the resistance bands, his expression stoic and disinterested. I stretch his leg, pressing it forward carefully. I press a little deeper, guiding the movement. “How does this feel?”
He shifts slightly, “It feels good,” He sighs.
We move through the exercises; hamstring stretches, quadriceps, slow resistance movements. My hands are on him constantly, pressing, guiding, adjusting. I even felt the need to make conversation, asking about his progress and his mobility, but my gut felt off. The constant groans, grunts, and sharp exhales didn’t feel right.
But, he’s recovering. He's in pain. That's all this is.
After nearing our final hour, I set down the weights, clearing my throat. “I, uh-I think we need a break.” I step back quickly, trying to maintain control of the session. “I don’t want to overexert you. I’ll start a timer for twenty.”
Then he exhales, stretching his arms. “Yeah,” he mutters before walking over to his mini fridge. I keep my eyes trained on the gym equipment, scrolling absently on my Apple Watch.
“I think you should apologize, sweetheart.”
I blink, looking up. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” He twists off the cap of his water bottle, only taking a small sip.
I frown, shifting on my feet. “If this is about me being late, I’m sorry.”
“You post these little pictures, wear those tight little scrubs. Smell all sweet just for me.” I take a step back, and his eyes flick down, watching me. “No, don’t you move.”
“Randy—”
“And then you expect me to just sit here and behave?”
I force a tight, awkward laugh. “I don't... I wasn't trying to.”
“But you do," he murmurs. "Every time.”
I look around the room for an escape route. The treadmill to my right? Too slow. The door behind him? Hell no. My heart pounds harder as I glance toward the window, but it’s sealed shut. Anything. I just need something. But his eyes are locked onto me, following every flicker of thought that crosses my face. He wasn’t dumb at all. He was reading my mind. That son of a bitch looks amused, almost entertained by it.
“Don’t try to run, you don’t want me to chase you.”
My back hit the cold mirror beside the dumbbell rack, my reflection catching my own wide-eyed panic. He was closing in slowly, like he was giving me time to run, just so he could enjoy the thrill of catching me. His fingers trail lightly down my arm, he tilts his head, eyes searching mine. His heartbeat, though I couldn’t hear it, felt like it was syncing with mine, feeding off the erratic rhythm of my own pulse.
“You're shaking.”
I am.
His fingers skimming my wrist, my pulse hammering beneath his touch.
“Tell me to stop,”
My lips part. The words are right there. But nothing comes out. My words failed me, now my mind and body have followed suit.
His lips crashed down on mine like he was starving for me. The world outside this room had vanished. There was nothing, absolutely nothing that would pull us away. Not my job. Not his injury. It was just him. Just us.
His hands roamed with unrestrained greed, gripping, pulling, dominating. He handled me like he was trying to leave fingerprints on my skin, like he wanted to etch himself into my very being. Like he needed to make sure no one else would ever dare to touch me without knowing, without feeling, that I already belonged to him.
And when our bodies collide, when he thrusts into me with a force that steals the air from my lungs, I know I’ve lost control. The erratic snap of his hips sends shockwaves through me, my moans breaking into a mindless, breathy rhythm, “uh, uh, uh” each sound only spurring him on.
The rougher he gets, the more my apprehension fades. He shifts our attention to the body length mirror mounted against the far wall, “Fuckin’ look at us,” He tightens his grip around my wrists, pinning them firmly. I force myself to focus on our reflection, the angle isn’t random though, it’s deliberate. Randy is a strategist, both in the ring and out of it. He doesn’t just move, he calculates. Adjusts. Finds the best position to exert dominance, to control the pace, to watch. Of course, he has me in prone bone. So I can’t run, just like he’d said earlier. It gives him everything; power, leverage, and the perfect view. “Waited so long for this.”
A response rises in my throat, but I bite it back. Because I know what he wants. He wants me to admit that some sick part of me waited for this, too. That maybe I wanted to be caught, trapped in the very web I should’ve run from.
I shouldn’t be thinking about my job right now. But the thought is there, I spent three months of careful professionalism and keeping my distance. And now, I’m here folded beneath him, biting my lip at how the precision of his every stroke is missing my cervix but slamming right into my G-spot.
The mirror tells a story I don’t want to acknowledge.
—
Her eyes were wild, her chest rising and falling in quick breaths. She looked up at him, lips parted, while Randy watched himself disappear in and out of her cunt. She’s so perfect. He could ruin her whole fucking life if he wanted. He quickly brought his hand to her cheek and gave her a hard slap, emitting a loud moan from her lips.
“I think about fucking this pussy day and night,” He groaned as he fought to bring her to her orgasm before his very own unravels. She looked up, nearly cumming from the expression on his face. “Cumming all over myself while stroking to your selfies isn't enough…” He felt her shake beneath him. “I need to look into your eyes and fill you up with my cum.”
Saying it out loud shattered the last thread of restraint he had left. The rawness of it, the way her body trembled beneath him, sent him spiraling. It was too much. He felt her tighten around him, a sharp gasp slipping from her lips as their bodies began chasing their release.
As he finally eased off her, he caught the look on her face. Maybe something between satisfaction and regret.
I look at a lot of old behind the scenes/publicity photographs, but this one, by far, always stayed with me the most: Willis O'Brien, special effects wizard, taken during production of the King Kong sequel, Son of Kong in 1933.
During production of Son of Kong, Willis O'Brien's estranged, mentally disturbed wife murdered both of his sons before turning the gun on herself. The look in his eyes here is deeply haunting.
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Request by @sweetdreampruneplaid :Hi, can you do 08/09 rko story. So him and the reader are separated after she discovered that he been unfaithful to her while on the road but since then he wanting to work things out with her 🍋
A/N: school was ending, I had finals, some medical shit happened to my family so I’ve had a busy few weeks but I am here. I hope this makes up for my WWE babies. Also, I think I lost the plot but idk
WARNINGS: I got carried away so plot w/ smut. I’ll mark the beginning of the smut with a color for those who only skip to that (heartbreakers😔). Semi-established relationship. Rekindling old feelings. Apologies. Lovey dovey blah blah blah fluff n smut.
CONTAINS: Hate EVERYTHING that has love (more so lust) in it, fem!reader, marking/claiming, PIV, protection, happy happy joy joy!
Word Count: (we’ll figure it out in due time)
Fuck Vince, truly. He knows damn well that we broke up for obvious reasons. I explained to him why we broke up, the bastard was cheating on me with a groupie. But I guess our duo was so over with the fans that he made us stay together and he said,
“I will figure something out for you in the storyline.”
When will he figure it out? Because I’m by ring side as Randy is fighting with Jeff Hardy. Pretending like I loved him while interacting with the fans. Acting as though I was showing him off until the match was about to end. That’s when I faked a panic, attempting to get into the ring but the 3 count already happened. I heard Hardy’s music and acted my ass off. Holding Orton as Jeff was dancing around happily.
After the match, I went to the locker room to grab my things. I didn’t have a match tonight so I went back to the hotel with a few others. The Hardyz, Alicia Fox, and Natalya were all in the car. Matt was driving, Jeff was in the passenger, and I was sandwiched in between the divas. We were talking to each other as the radio music played, passing through the city lights, it was quite relaxing until Fox said something.
“Girl, what’s up with you and Mr. RKO?”
“Foxy,” Natalya scolded her as the guys just awkwardly shifted their conversation towards each other. Still listening in of course.
“They used to be glued at the fuckin’ tongue and now they don’t even look at each other unless it’s for their gimmick. I mean, COME ON! Everyone wants to know. We’re close, right? I hope we are. So you can talk to me. Or at least talk to Nattie so I can listen in like the guys are doing right now.”
‘Woah’s and ‘hey’s filled the car as the Hardyz were about to defend themselves then immediately gave up. I looked between the four of them before sighing. Leaning back into the seat.
“We broke up, that’s it.”
There was an awkward silence then Natalya asked, “…can I ask why?”
“He fucking cheated on me while we were doing the like half ‘n half tour thing. Like we were separated into groups and shit. I found out when I was gonna surprise him, but I guess he forgot the dates ‘cause he was…never mind. I’m having a good night and I don’t wanna cry—“
Before I could finish my sentence, the girls hugged me simultaneously. Jeff looked back with an empathetic smile. Giving me his hand to hold, which I did.
“I mean, he is known for being a damn harlot and serial-cheater. So you could’ve dodged a bullet.”
“We’ve been together for so long, Jeffrey,” I slid down in my seat, girls still somewhat hugging me, “I just…I thought he changed but I guess he didn’t.”
“How ‘bout we put our stuff down, change, and go out in the city for a little bit?”
I shook my head, “I just wanna sleep.”
Foxy quickly let me go, “uhnt, uhht! We are going out and you’re gonna shake your ass on me!”
“What?” Everyone in the car said in confusion before laughing. Foxy joined in. Matt parked the car in the underground garage of the hotel. Then we exited the car, grabbing our things to head up to our rooms.
“We’ll meet y’all in 5,” Matt told us as we began to part ways.
“5 men’s time or women’s time,” Nattie asked with a mocked confused expression.
The guys groaned, “fine, 15. We’ll invite some others.”
“Who’s some others,” I asked but Matt just shrugged as Jeff laughed. We all headed to our rooms. I completely forgot that Foxy and I shared a room because she skipped up to me to tackle me. Nattie was already in hers, which was across from ours. Alicia helped me pick out my outfit which suited my body well, and fit the theme of me being single and searching. Which felt weird but that’s okay. I needed to free myself of the binds of that idiot.
We got into the main foyer, Edge and Christian joined our group now. Giving them hugs and greeting before the Hardyz finally came down.
“ ‘n look who tried to rush us,” Alicia yelled out.
Matt hands shot up in surrender as he walked up to us, “somebody needed to find the right earrings—“
“This outfit doesn’t not need my silver hoops, I needed my black ones,” Jeff interrupted Matt then walked out. Putting a hand in his brother’s face with such sass. Matt, Nattie, and Fox followed him. Edge and Christian waited for me. While I began to walk out, I felt someone grab my arm. Turning back to see it was Randy with Ted and Cody. He looked furious but his eyes seemed sad. I attempted to pull away, but I couldn’t. E&C quickly noticed me not following them then came behind me.
“Where the hell are you going with them?”
“It’s not of your business, Randy.”
“It IS my business. I need to—“
I cut him off, finally prying away from him, “you don’t need shit from me.”
“Back off, they don’t want to speak to you,” Edge spoke up, glaring at him as Christian stepped up to them.”
Before he could say another word, Edge and Christian ushered me away. Continuing to glare back at Legacy. I could sense how defeated Randy was but ignored it.
~~
We got back a few hours later. Foxy told me she had something to do so she left me the room for the night. I stripped myself of my night outfit and switched into my pajamas. Before I could even lay down, a knock landed on my door.
“Fox, if you forgot your key again, I’ll kill you,” swinging the door open to see Randy. His body language was definitely less than confident.
“Are you gonna kill me?”
“I should, what do you want from me?”
“To talk to you, can I come in?”
“Nope,” trying to close the door on him but he stopped it. Looking down at me.
“You’re not even gonna hear me out?”
I kissed my teeth, tilting my head, “absolutely not. I’m not some bootycall cause I’m your ex. Goodnight.”
“I’m trying to apologize to you.”
“I don’t need your fuckass apology.”
He nodded as he pushed past me, “you wouldn’t be out tonight like that if you weren’t healing properly.”
“I was out with my friends. Not out being some harlot like you are,” I said as I reluctantly closed the door. Watching him sit down on the hotel room’s couch, patting the seat next to him. I’ll humor him for a moment. Foxy won’t be here for a good while.
“I shouldn’t have done what I did—“
“Oh, say it how it is Randal.”
“Can you let me be mature for one fucking second, quit being the natural bitch you are.”
“Okay, no,” quickly getting up, grabbing his shirt, “out. Get out!”
Randy held my wrist, “don’t. Wait— shit. I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry for cheating on you. I am a living piece of shit for trying to put myself in a different position when I truly belong with you.”
I slowly let go of his shirt and he did the same for my hand. Slowly sitting back down. Staring at his blue eyes then looking down at my hands, “why’d you do that in the first fucking place if you belong with me so damn much.”
“Because I’m a cocky bastard, babe, that is why. I didn’t realize how good I had it ‘til I lost it. Honestly, I don’t even know why I went for that girl specifically. Maybe I was horny. Maybe I missed you—,” he noticed the expression on my face. I don’t even know what look was on me but I probably gave him the worst look alive. “Or maybe I thought that I wasn’t good enough so I wanted you to leave me and resent me forever.”
“That’s why you cheated?”
He nodded.
“…I feel bad for saying this but you truly stuck your dick in her? She probably carries something.”
Randy chuckled, “yea, I know. I know— HEY! I didn’t stick my dick in her fully.”
I scoffed, “looked like you did.”
“You walked in on us at a horrendous angle. I dipped out of her immediately after you slammed the door shut. She tried to pull me back in but I kicked her out.”
“What’d you do next? Or do you just have blue balls,” sitting closer to him.
Randy leaned into me, “why should I tell you?”
“Curious,” we were now centimeters away.
“Y’know it killed the cat, right?” Then our lips connected. I easily sat in his lap whilst my arms wrapped around his neck. He held my head so he could push me forward. Hands scaling down until he grabbed my ass with soft pressure. Before we could even move to remove our clothing, a door creaked. We ignored it until…
“OH MY FUCKING GOD?”
Our heads snapped towards the door, I pushed off Randy and wiped my mouth. He smugly looked away. Why the fuck was Foxy back so early?
“I thought you were with a guy or some shit, Fox!”
“Bitch, I went to the damn corner store to get some snacks— DO NOT TURN THIS ON ME! You said you hated him.”
Randy’s eyebrows furrowed, “you said you hated me?”
“GO AWAY, RANDY,” Fox and I yelled in unison. He only laughed and shrugged as he got up and walked out the hotel room. Fox bucked at him, Randy fake flinched.
“Goodnight ladies.”
“Shut up,” Fox cow kicked the door shut, locking it, and went up to me. Throwing the bag onto her bed., “you lied. I’m not mad because angry sex with your ex is hot but HAVE SOME DECORUM!”
I crossed my arms, “Fox, leave it—“
“Did he at LEAST apologize to you?”
“Yea, he did.”
“Oh,” Alicia shrugged, “then it’s fine. I got you your favorites by the way. But next time we room together, don’t fuck when you’re not 100% that I’ll be gone.”
I scoffed, again, “ALICIA, WE DID NOT FUCK!”
~
Catering was more than awkward. Nattie, Tyson, Hardyz, Alicia, and I were at a table just talking. But they noticed the tension between us. Not tension but more so Alicia being mischievous obvious that something was going on. And Randy wasn’t subtle either, he kept lingering around us but he was with his friends. That’s when Jeff randomly said,
“you and Randy fuck or some?”
Matt immediately hit him, causing Jeff to choke, “JEFFREY!”
“AH! It is a…oof, genuinely question. I mean, look at ‘em. Fox ain’t subtle either.”
“You guys— oh my goodness,” Nattie was beyond appalled. Trying to clutch onto Tyson but he just laughed it off.
“Oh, I’m gonna get my 20 from Cody—“
I interrupted, “YOU GUYS BETTED AGAINST ME? Over something y’all don’t even know is true or not.”
Fox just laughed, grabbing her empty plate to throw away before walking off. Slouching down in my chair, covering my face up.
Jeff finally stopped choking and just leaned into the table, “yes or no question.”
“No.”
“…but something did happen. Mhhh.”
“Why are you so nosy?”
“And why can’t you keep a secret?” Jeff questioned me, getting up to throw his plate away too. Natalya, poor thing, she might fall over and have a heart attack. Tyson isn’t even helping— why is he going over to Randy’s table? And since when was Fox there?
Randy kept his eyes on me when talking to Fox while Cody and Ted had the same expression as Natalya on their faces. Matt completely gave up and just followed his brother. Leaving me alone. At the table. I stormed out of catering, entering the locker rooms because it felt safer there rather than whatever the fuck Tyson and Fox were doing to me.
A few minutes went by, I got dressed and was in the middle of doing my makeup when Nattie walked in. Waving at her, but she sat down next to me.
“Nattie, I know what you’re about to say,” I spoke as I fixed myself.
“No, I don’t— I just won’t believe it. And I know you, you wouldn’t stoop so low for him.”
Sighing, putting my brush down and handheld mirror, looking her dead in the eye, “you’re right. I wouldn’t…”
“I feel like there’s mor—“
“We did, however, make out.”
“WHAT!”
I muffled a laugh, hiding my face before sitting up to look at her. Smiling at her. She was horrendously mortified then she just got up and walked off. I tried to redeem myself, “no, Nat, come back! I love you! I’m sorry.”
“I can’t right now, you have disappointed me and went against everything you before yesterday has said.” She didn’t mean harm in her words, it was with sarcasm but goodness. Nattie might be right.
Once I finished my makeup and hair, I left the locker room. Steph came up to me hurriedly, “hey, so, we just changed the script. You’ll need to be with Randy in the next 4 matches because y’all have a promo to cut in the ring with Legacy. You don’t have any lines— well, not a lot, but go find the rest of them. Can you do that?”
“…Steph.”
“I know, y’all broke up but Vince doesn’t want y’all to be done so soon since you’re like the IT couple of WWE. And I know you don’t like it but that’s what brings in the money.”
I groaned incredibly loud before nodding, “fine. I’ll find him.”
“This is why you’re my favorite diva!”
“Buy me food,” I shouted out as I walked away from her. Going to Randy’s locker room and just staring at the door before begrudgingly knocking on it.
“Come in,” Randy called out. That’s when I stepped into the room. Cody made a face at me, before looking back at Randy who just had his eyes on me. “What’re you doing here.”
“Checking the script because Steph forced me too. Pass it over.”
He did, I snatched it away from him as I leaned against the wall. Flipping through the script before handing it back to him with a head nod, “that was all. Bye.”
“Could you not be so awkward for one second and talk to me?”
I looked at him, then Ted, and lastly Cody before rushing out of the locker room. Something crashed in that room once I left. Randy probably threw his chair across the room or something. It sounded like the it broke as well. Waiting in Gorilla until I felt I saw his friends who seemed more like goons.
"He'll be here in a few seconds," Cody dapped me up. Not completely because he was oiled up and looking like a damn glazed donut. I gave Ted a firm hand shake because he's...an odd one but I had some form of respect for him.
"Why do you think I'll give a shit about him?"
"Because Tyson took a 20 from me is why," then their theme played. Randy came up behind us, "lady's first."
We all walked out together, seductively strutting down the ramp with the guys following behind me. Primarily doing this with whenever I was with them. They all helped me instead the ring before Legacy got inside. Randy, front and center, had me near him as always. Lingering next to him just to look sexy as hell and tease the weirdos in the crowd behind Randy’s back. Then he grabbed me…this wasn’t part of the script. I checked our lines, why is he grabbing my arm?
“My beautiful girlfriend, soon to be YOUR Champion just like everyone in Legacy, is going to kick whoever’s ass she needs to. She’s isn’t just a manager or valet, she will kick Maryse and Beth Phoenix’s asses just like we’ll beat Cena, the Hardyz, and Degeneration X— EVERYONE on the roster,” he tossed his mic to the mat just for his hand to be replaced with my ass. Forcing me into a kiss. Somehow melting into it, arms wrapping around him as my eyes closed. His eyes closed too, I knew how he was with me. The only thing that broke us up was someone’s theme music, I didn’t care who it was. My mind was in a daze. The cameras panned over to the wrestlers coming out but my eyes were kept on Randy who was still in his cocky ass character. I managed to somehow keep my composure as I kept in character, glancing at Ted and Cody. Cody slightly nodded at me, not too much to be noticeable to the audience but enough for me. Well shit.
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When the night ended, I just grabbed my things out the ladies locker room and left. Not speaking to anyone during the ride to the hotel. It was the last night in that city anyways so I needed to pack my things ‘cause we were leaving the next morning.
Fox left the room again, not saying a word about Randy or the kiss or anything to me. So I just sat there, by my suitcase until I get a call. Pulling out my phone and flipping it open,
“Hello?”
“Are ya’ busy?”
Fuck, it’s Randy.
“Incredibly, bye—,” he cut me off.
“Come to my room, no one’s here. I would go to yours but I don’t think I want your little friend to bother us again. I mean, now everyone knows that we’re together so.”
My brows furrowed as I looked at my phone before I put it back to my ear, “boy, we aren’t together. And I’m not going to your room.”
“I just wanna talk to you. We can sit on opposite sides of the room if you want us to be.”
I looked at my phone before hanging up on him. Slipping some shoes on, grabbing a random hoodie, my keycard, and leaving my room. Down the hall, to the right. Fuck, why am I here? To see him. I loved him but I didn’t want to admit it. Not to myself let alone Randy himself. I knocked on the door. No response. Knocked again, still no response. I began to bang on the door until he swung it open.
“WHAT— oh. You.”
I looked up at him, “you wanted to talk, I’m here…is that lamp supposed to be on the ground like that or—?”
“Don’t worry about that, come on in,” moving out the way. Feeling his eyes look me up and down. I sat at one of the seat then he sat across from me after closing and locking the door. We stared at each other for a moment then he spoke up, “got my hoodie on? Thought you would burn it by now.”
“Haven’t had a day off so I couldn’t.”
“Don’t go back to hating me, okay? I’m trying my best out here, I’ll do even more if you need me to.”
I checked my nails.
“I kissed you for a reason, y’know. I love you. More than anything. I’ll apologize ten times over if you need me to. I just can’t fathom the idea that you hate me.”
“Mhh…”
“But you didn’t come here for that, did you?”
I quickly looked up at him.
“We can continue what we started last night. No interruptions, made sure of it.”
Now, I moved towards him. Hovering over his lap as he looked up at me this time but I began to lean down so our lips could touch, “I’m lucky someone cut our kiss off, aren’t I?”
“Lucky we’re mainly PG now because it would’ve been like January 9th in 06,” Randy said before connecting our lips. Moving together in sync as he began to pull something out his pocket plus his cock. A condom…nice. I pulled down my panties. When I was about to take off his hoodie that I accidentally wore, he stopped me, “keep it. I’ll fix it when I need to.”
We continued to kiss until the both of us managed to get on the bed. Missionary. Fingers divulging inside of me as my nails dig into his biceps. Opening me up wide enough so he could slip the condom on and ravage inside of me. I let go of his arm to bite my wrist. Randy immediately went to grab my arm.
“C’mon, lemme hear your pretty voice. This wouldn’t— fuck…be as fun if I can’t hear you. It’ll be like a silent film.”
Biting my lip to conceal my moans before I shakily spoke up, “w-walls…they’re thin. I don’t want anyone t-to hear.”
He went down to place loving hickeys on my neck, “embarrassed to let them know you’re mine?”
“I’m n-not yours— mmm, right there!”
“Oh, really?” Randy stopped mid-thrust, looking down at me, “me making love to you and marking you up doesn’t mean we’re together?”
“Not until you say we’re together ‘n p-prove yourself,” shaking my head at him before my back arching. Forcing it back, making me scream out, “h-haaah!”
Randy began to fuck into me now. Helping silence my moans with kisses of longing as he abused my cervix. Continuing to cover me with bit mores and hickeys, I could barely do the same to him. I can’t remember when but he started to play with my clit. Leaning back just to look at it…or my pussy, I couldn’t tell. Randy was also watching me, like his in ring state of being a viper. Menacingly watching how my breasts bounced, face contorted, and body quivered. Trembled, even, as he then started to press into me more. Feeling the warmth of Randy coming undone, he didn’t show it but he did groan. A lot. Soon after, I came. We panted, Randy took himself out of me and laid next to me.
“Can I be your boyfriend, again? I’ll be better this time…more faithful.”
“It would’ve been hotter if you asked me like mid thrust or something,” smiling at him as I shakily attempted to take off his hoodie, “you didn’t even move this.”
Randy helped me out while responding, “claiming you, I guess. You look gorgeous like this. Cuter in my shit too.” I smiled at him, letting him help me before we kissed once more. Then we separate just for him to say, “you still gotta pack, don’t you.” I nodded. “Okay. I’ll wash you up, bring you to your room so you can finish, and get somethin to eat.”
I sat up, nodded again. Noticing my reflection in the TV. Quickly turning to Randy, punching his arm repeatedly, “MY NECK NAND CHEST! Randal, what the fuck.”
“Hey— HEY! Just wear a turtle neck thing like Maryse or Chyna, I’ve seen you wear gear like it before,” Randy only laughed as he grabbed my arms.
“Oh, I cannot stand up!”
“You can’t even stand at all right now—“ I cut Randy off. Slipping my arm out so I can punch him again, “OW!”
