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Previously...

The locker room was clear… maybe you were really hallucinating. You sighed, relieved but that feeling diminished when a taunting voice interrupted your thoughts.

“Hello Y/N, sweetheart.”

Now Continuing...

Your body froze. It couldn’t be... that’s impossible, right?! RIGHT?!?

Doing a slow pivot, you were face-to-face with “your fans”. But, you knew it was them under all that merch - you’d recognized those devious grins anywhere. Those cheshire cat grins, brainstorming all the torture they’d inflict on you for 10 years worth of lies. Eyes raking in the body they all desperately missed. 

“Hello Y/N, long time no see huh?” Kyle says, approaching me. You refused to let them intimidate you and repressed the tears, taking deep breaths to calm yourself down before glaring back with cold eyes. 

You spent your whole life afraid of them, allowing them to use their power to torment you. Well, not anymore. 

Kyle caressed your cheek, savoring the feeling he missed. You clenched your fist, fighting back a reaction. No! You weren’t going to give them the satisfaction. Your reaction did surprise them but it only amused them even more - they were going to break you. Like they usually did. 

His hand trailed down your face to your chest, admiring how your top hugged your breast - keeping them secure while also emphasizing them. Knowing how special Wrestlemania was, you got this outfit custom-made and it was different from what you’ve ever worn. 

“Ten years...” Kyle muses. “Ten years of us believing you died. Ten years of us mourning over you. Ten years, Y/N. Ten fucking years.” he says, holding back his anger as tears glossed his eyes. 

Awww, did they suffer? How terrible.

You couldn’t help but relish in their pain. Watching them talk about how much they suffered during these ten years - that’s right you fuckers, it doesn’t feel nice. “But...” Roderick says and without knowing, your breath hitched. The question which you’ve desperately craved an answer for was finally going to be answered.

How did they find out? 

 A million possibilities raced through your mind. Did someone snitch? Did they see you on TV by a pure coincidence? Did they force it out of someone? Did they see a post of you on social media? A media article? A billboard advertising a WWE PPV? The UUDD Youtube channel? WHAT?!?

Roderick walks closer, his grin growing wider with every step. “But... imagine our surprise when we saw you in Los Angeles. Out in public.” you freeze, stunned by his words. They ran into you by accident in public and you didn’t even see them?

“Of course, we thought we were hallucinating but Bobby pointed out a distinct detail that immediately identified to us that it was you.” Roderick grabs your wrist and points to the tattoo you got honoring your friendship with them back before you found out about their ‘yandere’ side. 

You immediately curse your past self. It takes everything to not give them a reaction - gritting your teeth and clenching your fist so hard they turn white. They could tell that you were trying so hard to not break and it amused them. You were always a stubborn one - a little firecracker, which they enjoyed. 

“That’s when we decided to do some investigating... to confirm this theory. So... we ‘interviewed’ some people and gathered data.” Bobby reveals a file, brimming with the so-called data. Inside it contained everything from ten years ago... some data going back even further. 

The data gathered showed your well-thought-out plan. Every detail was covered. Every possible situation had back-up plans of back-up plans. It amused them how much work you put into this. You were always a smart one, thinking before doing something. That mixed with your firecracker personality made you interesting... different from others. 

“And that’s how we found out. How we found out you lied to us. Used our biggest fear against us.” he states, gripping the file so hard it was scrunching in his hand. You could only imagine how they felt during that discovery. The anger, hurt, sadness and probable joy they felt. 

You couldn’t believe it. They were playing the victim as if they never did these things to you. Like they didn’t create scars you’d never heal from. The reason you couldn’t trust men anymore or be left alone. The reason you’re still experiencing trauma despite receiving help. The sole reason your life was complete hell for over ten years.

Adam shakes his head, “So... with some help, we found out your schedule and made plans accordingly. Of course, you were smart enough to have us banned from all WWE events so we had to be careful.” he says, gesturing to the disguises they donned. 

He steps forward, gripping your face and harshly squishing your cheeks. “We found you. All this work you put into avoiding us may have worked temporarily but in the end, you were the one who screwed yourself over.” he grins mockingly. 

“You have no one to blame but yourself, sweetheart.” he declares.

You wanted to cry because no matter how much you wanted to deny it... he was right. If you never got that tattoo, you would have never been caught. If you never went out because you were bored and stayed inside your hotel room, playing video games on your Switch, they would have never spotted you.

And you would still be a free woman. And your match at Wrestlemania would have gone much better.

Using your strength, you pushed them back. “You act like you’re the victims. Like you haven’t been the sole reason I hated my life. Like you weren’t the ones who created scars I will never heal from - no matter how much therapy I receive. The trauma I’ll never recover from, the nightmares I have and the reason I have severe trust issues.” you exploded. 

Over ten years of pent-up anger finally being released. “You are the reason I lost my self-confidence. The affirmation I am pretty and worthy - destroyed and irreparable. I lost everything because of you and your greedy desires. You will forever haunt my life and the worst thing is.... there’s nothing I can do about it. So yeah! Watching you suffer like I did feels fan-fucking-tastic! Hearing you be in pain is music to my damn ears! The tears that roll down your faces as you think about the pain gives me satisfaction. I’m happy I’m the cause of your pain because now you know what it feels like to feel so low... you don’t even want to be alive. So, I hope you enjoy it cause it ain’t ending anytime soon!” 

The words fall from your mouth. You don’t even register half the things you’ve spewed out. It’s only till Roderick throws you against the wall, eyes full of rage and their grip on you dangerously tight - do you come back to reality. They look ready to torture so bad... you might just die for real. 

“Looks like someone needs to be taught who’s boss, isn’t that right boys?” Kyle says, earning hums from the others. I squeeze my eyes shut, fighting back the tears ready to betray me. Mustering up all my energy and strength, I knee Roderick hard in his area and he lets go, nursing his pain. 

I wasn’t going to be their toy anymore. For too long have I let them use their power and strength to intimidate me... not today, not ever. I will fight my way out of this - even if it kills me. I will go down kicking and screaming. 

“I already know who’s boss,” I say, panting and trying to recapture my breath. They look stunned by my act of defiance - usually, I’d surrender right then and there... but I’ve changed. I’m not the same person I was ten years ago. Despite the pain, I’ve become stronger and feistier. 

This firecracker’s now a firework, ready to go off. 

Picking up a nearby makeshift weapon (your belt), you grip it tightly and get into a fighting stance - ready to defend yourself. “And it’s me. I’m the boss of myself. Not you. I control my life, not you. You will no longer be someone who thinks they can control me. Not anymore. This is my life and I will fight for it - even if I die. I will no longer be intimidated by you. I will no longer allow you to dictate my life. You are no more than someone who deserves to rot in hell. And trust me when I say, I might even take you there myself so bring it on.” you declare, eyes full of determination. 

This reaction makes them laugh, unable to fathom this new sense of bravery. But once you whiplashed Kyle using your belt, hitting him multiple times until he was bleeding, did they realize how serious you were. Blocking an incoming attack from Bobby, you kick his abdomen and punch his face, sending him stumbling into some trash bins.

Roderick landed a hit on your stomach making you stumble. You stunned him by slapping his face using your belt buckle which left a cut and pushed him into the corner with Bobby - continuously whiplashing them both until their faces were covered in cuts. 

Adam tried a sneak attack but you dodged it. Standing on the bench, you launch yourself at him and perfectly execute a Panama Sunrise, leaving him withering on the floor. Using your belt, you locked Kyle in a chokehold - choking him with your belt. 

Bobby tried attacking from behind but missed and instead hit Adam. You took this opportunity to sweep him from under and wrapped the belt around his jaw - locking him in a chokehold with Kyle. Once they had passed out, you set your sights on Roderick who was recovering and you grab him, suplexing him onto Adam. 

Sure, they had landed some hits on you but you dominated this battle. Panting, you survey the damage and grin, wiping the blood coming from your lip before gathering your belongings. 

“And that... undisputed,” you whispered to their unconscious selves before leaving - calling security to escort these intruders out. You know that they’d be back for revenge and you were ready for them. 

The bruises which marked your hands didn’t make you whimper but made you happy - knowing you stood up for yourself and came out as the victor. Revving the car engine, you peel away and drive back to the hotel with newfound strength and pride.

You weren’t going to be their bitch anymore. You weren’t going to let them control you anymore. You were going to fight for your rights and fight for your freedom. 

You were doing this for everyone that helped you but most importantly, you were doing this for your past self that never thought she’d get out of that nightmare. Believing she’d be trapped in the clutches of actual demons forever. 

With a teary smile, you realized that during these years apart that you’ve grown into someone you can finally be proud of. Someone who you could only dream about becoming all those years ago - someone that they’d laugh at, taunting and mocking you - firmly believing you’d never become that. 

Well, guess what, revenge is sweet. It’s pretty darn sweet.                          

You couldn’t stand it any longer. 

Ever since coming to AEW, they’ve been treating you... differently. Treating you like a ghost... as if you don’t even exist and casting you to the shadows as they focused completely on ONE thing. Being draped in gold.

If it was just an occassional thing, then it wouldn’t bug you at all. However, this has been happening since they debuted in AEW. Cancelling dates, hang-outs -- even going as far as not seeing each other for days since they’d come back when you’d be asleep and leave before you’d wake up.

They spent nearly all their free time training. Every single spare second they had, they were at the gym -- training and working hard. You hated it. You wanted them to spend some time with you, even if it was just a short conversation in the hotel room. You just wanted to spend time with you. 

However, the longer this went on... the more frustrated you got. It had gotten to the point where they wouldn’t utter a word to you or barely utter any words to you. They were so enthralled in capturing gold, that they neglected their golden gem, the most precious gold they ever had. 

The breaking point for you was when they came home very late: exhausted, tired and frustrated. You were worried and tried asking them where they had been but they ignored you, promptly heading into their room and slammed the door in your face.

That was it. Your patience with them had just run out. 

Your naughty and bratty side had just awoken and it was out for blood. Metaphorically speaking. 

You wanted to get payback on them for how they treated you and the only way to do that was to ruin their chances at being ‘draped in gold’. They would never suspect this of you because after all you were their precious little gem. You wouldn’t dare do this to your daddies.

However, after what they put you through, you were feeling real naughty and rebellious. You knew that they had their championship matches coming up at Double or Nothing and that’s when you were going to strike. 

time skip 

The day had arrived and you were really nervous. They had left without you which made you happy rather than mad since it would give you extra time to go over the details of your plan. 

Bobby and Kyle had a tag-team championship match against Jungle Boy and Luchasaurus. Roderick had a match against Sammy Guevara for the TNT championship. Then, Adam would compete in the main event against Hangman Page for the AEW World Championship. 

You would wait until they were just about to win and then distract them. However... they wouldn’t know about it until Adam’s match. You didn’t want to flat-out reveal yourself right from the start otherwise the rest of your plan would fail so you decided to anonymously distract Bobby, Kyle and Roderick and reveal yourself during Adam’s match.

Quietly arriving, they were too busy preparing for their respective matches that they didn’t even realize you had arrived. You easily snuck past their locker room and arrived at Thunder Rosa’s locker room, she had allowed you to hide in her locker room after informing her of your ‘revenge’ plan. 

You successfully enacted 2/3 of your plan by anonymously distracting Bobby, Kyle and Roderick during their matches causing them to lose. They still remained clueless to the fact you were here and vowed that their mysterious attacker will reap the consequences. 

However, the final stage of your revenge plan was about to take place. And to make it a whole lot sweeter, Hangman Page was in on it. He overheard about it while you were talking to Rosa and offered his assistance which you gladly accepted. 

You were nicely dressed, wearing one of their favorite outfits. The AEW glam team kindly did your makeup and hair making you look even better. You were waiting for your cue, intently watching the monitor as Adam took on Hangman Page in an intense main event. 

Just as Adam was about to win, you went out in all your glory... confusing everyone. You smirked, confidently strutting down the runway towards the ring and jump up, standing behind the ropes as Adam approaches you, confused. Your smirk just grew with every step he took, confusing everyone even more. 

When he was close enough, you leaned forward and whispered, “Do I have your attention now?” That’s when Hangman Page came from behind, rolling him into the pin for the win. Everyone was flabbergasted, you just costed Adam his match and not just any match... a title match. 

You stare at him blankly as Hangman Page hurriedly rolls out of the ring, holding his title. The others came running out, surprised by your actions as you stood in front of them, no regret on your face as you said the same words to them as you said to Adam. “Do I have your attention now?”

That’s when it clicked in everyone’s head. You were the one who costed all of them their championship matches. It was you who distracted them. You were the mysterious attacker. Everyone’s faces morphed pure shock as the noise increased ten fold, stunned by the fact you did this to them. 

Hangman Page stood beside you, wearing an identical smirk as he holds up his title. They continue to stare at you in pure shock -- unable to believe you’ve done something like this and what everyone, including you, seemed to miss was the glint in their eyes which ignited their yandere personality. 

The following week on AEW, after avoiding them and rooming with Thunder Rosa, you went out and explained your actions. 

You ensured you didn’t leave anything out, giving everyone a thorough in-sight into the reasoning behind your decision of your actions last week at Double or Nothing. “Does everyone understand now?” you questioned, finishing your lengthy rant as chants of “YES!” filled the arena making you grin. 

Staring directly at the camera, you grinned mischievously, “So Adam, Kyle, Roderick and Bobby... do you understand? Do you understand why I did it? Why I costed you your title matches last week at Double or Nothing.” you started off. 

“Call me petty or bratty... I really don’t care. What happened last week is nothing more than a warning or a taste of what I’m capable of. And trust me, when I say... I’m not afraid to get dirty if that’s what it takes.” you threatened. “So the moral of the story is don’t mistreat me otherwise I’ll rain fucking hell on you. And that’s undisputed!” you stated, fans cheering at your reference.

Before you could leave, their music sounded. Anyone could tell just by their body language how pissed off they were but you knew them better than anyone and could easily see that they’re trying to control themselves to protect their image but with your behavior -- it’s really difficult.

Standing behind the ropes, one person on each side, staring a gaping hole through your skull. Eyes full of anger, annoyance, perhaps a little bit of amusement and a little spark of their yandere-ness. That little spark knocked your confidence slightly but you wouldn’t tell them that -- that’ll only boost their ego. 

“So Y/N... let me get this straight. You hated how we treated you and decide the only fair way to enact revenge is by costing us our championship matches. Is that right, baby?” Adam questioned you. You looked at him directly in the eyes, “Glad you can hear me now.” you responded sarcastically, earning a growl in return. 

Roderick spoke up, gaining your attention. “Well Y/N, we’re sorry for how we treated you. We understand that you were angry about our behaviour towards you and we apologize.” he started off. You knew there was more and waited, wearing a smirk. 

“But that does not give you the right to ruin our matches.” he declared as the others nod. “You betrayed us, Y/N. You costed us the titles to satisfy your pettiness and have acted like a brat ever since. And you know exactly what happens to brats, don’t you?” he rhetorically asked. 

Nodding, you answer his question, “They get punished, daddy.” But you weren’t finished there and leaned closer to him, almost whispering it so only they could hear it, “Hence why I punished you guys.” 

The fans went insane at your boldness while they struggled to contain their yandere side because you were really testing them now. “You see... you were acting like brats and decided that you needed to be punished. Don’t be mad, I just took a page out of your playbook.” you explained. 

Climbing through the ropes, Bobby yanks your hair as Kyle crouches down to meet your eyes. “You’ve done it now, princess. You won’t be able to even get out of bed once we’re through, you little slut.” he whispered the last part for obvious reasons. 

Grinning, I flip them the bird, “And guess what? I don’t fucking care. So, you four horny fuckers can kiss my ass.” you retorted earning a harsh hair pull from Bobby in return. 

“So daddies, answer my question. Do I have your attention?” you demanded as Adam nodded. “Yes you do and you’re gonna regret it.” 

Were you in pain? Absolutely.

Were you going to be bed-ridden for weeks? Yes. 

But did you regret it? Did you regret what you did? Nope. Not one bit.

Oh sweetheart... did nobody tell you? Nothing last forever.

You had no way to escape them now, all possible points of exits blocked off by them. 

Struggling to grasp the situation at hand, you couldn’t understand how they managed to find you... despite using every measure possible to avoid them. 

So, how did it amount to this in the first place? Well, let me tell you...

[long flashback warning]

You hated them. You loathed them. You detested them. 

They were the reason your life was a living hell: controlling you like their own puppet forcing you to fulfill their every wish even if it was outrageous. You had to do it... no matter what. 

According to them, you belonged to them. No-one else. Every single part of you was their property from the air you breathed to the words you spoke belonged to them. 

And they had no problem in telling everyone that. From their colleagues to the higer-ups. If someone struggled to grasp that fact, they had no problem in breaking it down for them even if their teaching methods were... extreme. 

Do you know what made it worse? 

The fact you couldn’t fight back. No matter how much you wanted to fight back, you just weren’t able too. If you dare disobey them, you’d be laying motionless in the basement: covered in bruises, cuts and blood left to rot until you apologized for acting so bratty. 

You just didn’t have the physical strength to combat them. Four professional wrestlers against one you. And they knew that... which made you even angrier using your weakness to their advantage just like snakes they were.

You, Y/N L/N, were the property of the most dominant faction in NXT history. The Undisputed Era. 

Adam Cole, Kyle O’Reilly, Roderick Strong and Bobby Fish. The names of the men whom you hated with a fiery passion. To nearly everyone, they were total sweethearts. Kind-hearted, caring, gentle... basically the opposite of what they were to you. 

One word you’d use to describe them was demons. To you, they were manipulative, possessive, controlling, aggressive and clingy. You couldn’t go anywhere without one of them accompanying you because there was a good chance you’d try to run away and they couldn’t let that happen to their precious golden gem. 

And you wouldn’t make it far even if you tried. There were security cameras everywhere -- even inside the bathroom. Some hidden in the most unusual places. They had many connections and you’d be found before you could even step into a taxi. 

They weren’t taking any chances. You were their golden gem, the most important part of their golden prophecy. And they’d be damn if you got away. 

So for years, you endured the torture. You had gotten so used to forcing a smile that you had forgotten what it felt like to genuinely smile. What freedom felt life, what if felt like to be legitimately happy. And... it was all because of them. 

However, you finally had enough and decided to try attempt what could be considered as a death sentence if you got caught. 

With assistance from everyone you knew and could trust, you faked your death. 

You meticulously planned for this ensuring every possible situation was covered and had numerous back-up plans ready just in case. Just like them, you weren’t taking any chances. This had to work otherwise... you’d end up dead. 

[warning: mentions of suicide up ahead. please do not read if it triggers and/or makes you uncomfortable]

The plan was to fake a suicide. You would inject yourself with a drug that made you seem dead and would use prosethetic 

Then once you were deemed dead, you’d place a fake body double of yourself inside the casket and go into hiding until it was safe to come out... whenever that may be. 

It was rather elaborate, risky and many things could go horribly wrong but you had to try. You were sick and tired of being controlled and tormented by them. You could no longer just sit and watch yourself be abuse like this. It was time to fight back.

By some miracle, it actually worked. Your plan worked. It actually fucking worked.

They brought it all. They actually believed you had commited suicide... and ignoring the huge cost your ‘plan’ incurred which practically drained your bank account (rip)... it was one-hundred percent worth it.

Because this, in return, gave you something which you’ve craved for the longest time: your freedom and happiness. And you didn’t care that you were now broke, you were happily broke and FREE! Free those demonic cretins who made your life literal hell and controlled you like their own puppet. 

But not anymore, you were finally free and happy for the first time in a long time. 

[Timeskip: 10 years later]

It has been ten years since that faithful day. The day you’ll remember forever, the day you regained your happiness and escaped the clutches of four men who could literally be the reincarnation of Satan. 

After you ‘death’, they were so distraught that they broke up, blaming each other for your so-called ‘suicide’. It got to the point where they had to leave WWE as being here only reminded them of you and how they failed you. While they were suffering, you were living on cloud nine.

These past ten years having been nothing but a DREAM. You could do whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted without being submitted to torture and you took FULL advantage of this. 

You decided to pursue your passion and become a wrestler. You’ve always wanted to wrestle but they were strictly against it, prohibiting it, stating that you’ve got them and they’ll handle anyone who hurts you. So... it was a waste of time, according to them but they’re NOT here anymore. 

Signing with WWE, you slowly worked your way up the ranks and within a few years became an accomplished wrestler with many title reigns under your belt. You also became an advocate for mental health and abuse. You didn’t want anyone else to suffer what you did. 

However, this ‘fever’ dream of yours all came crashing down one day and it caught you by surprise.

You had just finished your match, wrestling one of your dream opponents on the grandest stage of them all. You won... just. For some time, ever since Royal Rumble, something’s felt off... like something bad is awaiting you and no matter how hard you’ve tried ignoring the feeling, it comes back to haunt you. 

Today, you just felt so off your game. You felt something bad was going to happen today and despite trying to shake it off, it kept lingering like a bad aftertaste. 

During the match, you were really distracted. You could just feel their eyes glaring a gaping hole right through. Them, the people you’ve been avoiding for ten years. 

Heading to the locker room after visiting the medics and getting stitched up, this bad feeling intensified with every step. And before you knew it, you were standing in front of the locker room door, nervous as hell. You didn’t what awaited you on the other side but your gut feeling told you... it wasn’t good.

Taking a deep breath, you open the door and looked around carefully. It looked safe but you still wanted to be sure. You checked every corner, leaving no stone unturned. Some might call it paranoia but if they went what you went through then... they’d understand it’s not paranoia but safety precautions. 

The locker room was clear... maybe you were really halluncinating. You sighed, relieved but that feeling diminished when a taunting voice interrupted your thoughts.

“You can talk the talk... let’s see if you can walk the walk, hmm?” you said. 

Ever since Pat McAfee ambushed your boyfriends, you’ve been the target of his consistently rude comments. The results of his attack left all four members unconscious in the hospital while you spent majority of your day talking to doctors for daily updates. 

The final straw came when Pat McAfee declared that you were hiding from him because you can’t fend for yourself since he gave your boyfriends a one-way ticket to the hospital. 

Marching angrily inside, you ignore everyone’s stares and climb inside the ring, demanding Pat McAfee to come out. He cockily walks out, slowly getting inside the ring. “How dare you say that I can’t fight. Just because you put my boyfriends in a hospital gives you no right in making rude comments about me. If anything... you’re the pussy here, darling.” you spit.

His cocky demeanor flickers slightly, “You had to ambush them because you don’t have the balls to fight them face-to-face because you knew that they would whip your ass. While you’ve been running your mouth, I’ve been looking after my boyfriends because that’s what a girlfriend does.” fans were cheering as he grimaces.  

“Enough is enough. I’m here to challenge you and prove that I’m one badass motherfucker with or without my boyfriends here.” you start off, staring towards an NXT Takeover graphic as his eyes follows. 

Fans cheers become louder with each passing second, “You can talk the talk... let’s see if you can walk the walk, hmm?” you said. Fans excitedly chant, pressuring Pat McAfee, he clearly didn’t expect this and hoped you’d admit everything he’s been saying was true. 

But, you were different than the rest. 

“I challenge you to a Steel Cage match at NXT Takeover.” you announce as fans scream excitedly while glaring Pat McAfee dead in his eyes. “There’s no Undisputed Era to protect me, I’m all alone but rest assured... I’m going to drag you through absolute hell! And... that’s Undisputed.” you finish.

Pat McAfee looks rather impressed by your confidence, “Feisty one I see, no wonder the Undisputed Era likes you.” he said. Watching blankly, your anger had reached boiling point but he didn’t need to know that since it would inflate his ego. “I will show everyone that you’re nothing but a weak, little bitch who needs her boyfriends to protect her. At Takeover, I’ll make you my bitch.” he taunts.

You launch yourself at him, screaming in anguish. Referees tried pulling you away but that didn’t prevent you from landing a Superkick, watching him recoil in pain. “At Takeover... I’m not becoming your bitch... you’re becoming my bitch.” 

[time skip]

You trained hard each day for this match. You were warming up backstage, you stared at a photo of the Undisputed Era with a soft smile, knowing they were cheering for you... despite not knowing anything about this because you hadn’t visited them in so long. 

Dressed in your custom ‘Undisputed Era’ wrestling gear, you admired yourself before heading out where Pat McAfee awaited inside the steel structure. “AND HIS CHALLENGER, FROM [Y/H/T], WEIGHING IN AT [Y/W] (author’s note: y/h/t means your home town and y/w means your weight), REPRESENTING THE UNDISPUTED ERA, Y/N!” Alicia introduced. 

You pull the Undisputed Era hand sign before the most anticipated match of NXT Takeover officially began with fans cheering loudly.

[another time skip]

The match has been going on for hours, neither of you wanted to give up. Blood gushed down from your face; the ring was littered in broken tables, bent ladders, snapped kendo sticks, and dismantled chairs.

You were just Suplex into two ladders but managed to kick out. Pat McAfee had dragged you to the top of the cage, hoping to hit another Suplex but you avoided it before connected with a Tornado DDT from the top of the cage. Commentary was going insane, fans couldn’t believe it and you pinned him for the win.

“AND THE WINNER, REPRESENTING THE UNDISPUTED ERA, Y/N!”

You had no energy to even get up as the referee tries holding your hand up, you had lost too much blood, slowly losing your consciousness as Pat McAfee was already unconscious. Paramedics raced to the both of you, loading you hurriedly onto stretchers with a cloth pressed firmly onto your open wound causing this much blood loss. 

Groaning, the doors were slammed closed with a paramedic demanding that you remain awake but the heaviness of your eyes overpowered everything. 

[two weeks later]

You woke up a couple days later, completely out of it. You couldn’t remember a thing from the night apart from fainting inside an ambulance, even though your injuries were quite severe, that wasn’t what was worrying you. 

What was worrying you was the reaction your beloved boyfriends would have when they discovered that you competed in a match without their knowledge and ended up inside a hospital. 

Tonight, after being cleared by doctors to make an appearance, you would be making a surprise appearance to review the match considered by many as ‘one of WWE’s most iconic matches’. William Regal had informed you earlier that Pete Dunne, Oney Lorcan and Danny Burch were banned from ringside during your segment.

Fans cheered as you slowly got into the ring, it felt weird being here without your boyfriends standing protectively behind you. “Two weeks ago, I competed in a match to prove that I’m not that girl who can’t fight their own battles and relies on their boyfriends to protect them. I know they can’t always protect me and that’s okay because I also proved that I’m one badass motherfucker.”  you stated.

You continued talking about the match people have dubbed ‘one of WWE’s most iconic matches’. “Before I go...” you take a deep breath before continuing. “I’d like to apologize to my boyfriends. I’m sorry that I competed in a match behind your back but I could not just sit around while Pat McAfee made insulting comments towards you, the WWE universe and me. I could not just let this slide by anymore... and like people say... karma’s a real bitch.” Fans cheered as you tried leaving.

Yeah... tried. Because the next moment, ‘SHOCK THE SYSTEM’ resounds before Roderick and Adam walk out looking emotionless but you could see the mixed emotions swirling around in their eyes. You tried walking back but bump into the chest of Kyle and Bobby.

Bobby immediately pins your arms (lightly) behind your back before hearing that awful handcuffing sound. “Do you know what it feels like to have your girlfriend, the only person who accepts us for us, to be hospitalized because of a match you had no idea about.” Adam starts off. 

Oof, they were beyond pissed. 

“We came back, hoping that our girlfriend would run into our arms and everything would be alright. But... we come back and get told that you were in the hospital because you competed in a STEEL CAGE MATCH with someone twice your size. Do you know how we felt?” Kyle added on.

You bit your tongue as they scolded you, “Are you finished because do you know how I felt when Pat McAfee insulted me because I couldn’t fight my own battles. I needed to prove to that dickhead that I am more than capable of fighting back. He sexualized me, said I’m weak and you weren’t here to protect me. I’m sorry daddies if I’m being rude but I couldn’t sit there no more and let him do that. So... I made him my bitch.” they looked impressed.

“Although... we’re actually proud and pleased... you still need to be punished for breaking the rules, sweetheart.” Roderick said before being guided to an awaiting car where you were squished between Adam and Bobby while Kyle drove off.