Getting The Waller Rub Effect (Grayson Waller Story)
Summary: Y/N is just ordinary girl who loves wrestling but never got a chance to watch it live. Her best friend buys her ticket to Monday night Raw and Meet and Greet to see Grayson Waller. She gets Grayson Waller starstruck at the meet and greet. Does he fall in love with you?
The Online Connection (Grayson Waller x Female OC) WWE Fanfic - Chapter 39
Synposis:
WWE Superstar Olivia Parker hasn't had it easy. After a horrific car accident resulted in losing part of her right leg and a spinal fusion, her long wrestling career has been put on hold indefinitely. Fortunately, a group of good friends and lots of therapy have her on the path to creating a (somewhat) normal life.
Like so many other people, Olivia spends way too much time scrolling on TikTok. It's there that she comes across NXT Superstar Grayson Waller late one night. A split decision results in them forging an online connection that's both electric and hilarious.
As time passes, one thing becomes clear- the connection between Olivia and Grayson is undeniable. Between banter, social media posts, and late-night DMs, there's something slowly building up to be more.
But what happens when that online connection goes offline?
Content warnings: Car accident, injuries sustained in car accident, death of a loved one (from years ago), mental health struggles, past trauma, explicit sexual content (praise, body worship, masturbation)
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Olivia - May 2023
My head is still reeling from the fact that I’m medically cleared to wrestle again. I teeter back and forth from being relieved to overwhelmingly grateful, getting teary-eyed more than once.
I call Saraya the night I find out I’m cleared. She shrieks with delight and we both cry with joy over the news.
“You fucking deserve it, girl,” she blubbers. “I’m so fucking happy for you!”
“Thank you,” I say, pausing to collect myself. “I just wanna wrestle. I don’t give a fuck about winning titles or being in PLEs. I just want to wrestle- and now I get to.”
“I know that’s what matters to you most,” Saraya says. “You’re gonna fucking kill it in the ring, babe. I just know it.”
“I appreciate you saying all that,” I reply, smiling while tears continue streaking my cheeks.
I also call April to tell her the good news the following morning. She shares my enthusiasm for me returning to the ring.
“You’re so cool!” she gushes.
“Thanks, but I’m still nowhere near as cool as you,” I tease.
“Wrestling with one leg makes you pretty fucking cool in my book,” April counters.
“Fair point,” I say with a bashful grin.
I send a text in my group chat with Demi, Gionna and Victoria with the good news. They each respond with congratulatory texts that are full of excitement. Gionna insists we meet for brunch to catch up, as they’re all going to Saudi Arabia soon for the next PLE and wanna see me beforehand. I happily accept their offer.
On a sunny Wednesday morning a week or so later, I arrive at iHop to find Demi already waiting. She’s wearing a baggy black graphic T-shirt and black ripped denim shorts, scrolling on her phone. I approach her with a sly grin.
“Excuse me, are you Rhea Ripley?” I ask in mock wonder. My voice is low enough that other patrons can’t hear me.
Demi looks up with a stunned gaze, only to relax when she realizes who had said that. She laughs and gets up to hug me.
“You’re insane.”
“Says the woman who got Dominik to turn on his father.”
Demi smirks. “Fair point. How are you, mate?”
“Good, good,” I say, smoothing the fabric of my bright red tank top, which I’ve paired with white denim cut-off shorts. “How ‘bout you? You fucking killed it at Backlash!”
“Oh, thanks,” Demi replies. “And I’m good.”
We chat about the PLE before Gionna and Victoria arrive a few minutes later. Gionna is wearing a white cropped tank top and light blue skinny jeans, while Victoria is wearing a black halter top and a black leather skirt.
“Hey!!” Gionna squeals, her white blonde hair flowing freely down her back.
I greet her and Victoria happily, and we all sit together in our booth near the back of the restaurant.
“I’m so, so happy you’re returning!” Victoria exclaims, beaming.
“Me too,” Gionna tacks on. “My jaw dropped when I saw your text.”
“You truly deserve it,” Demi chimes in.
“Thank you, ladies,” I say with a small laugh. “I’m still in shock that I was cleared.”
“We didn’t even know you were trying to get cleared,” Victoria pipes up.
“I only told Matt and Paul this past Wrestlemania,” I reveal after our server- a tall guy with short blue hair and a black nose ring- comes by to take our drink order. “I didn’t wanna tell too many people and get everyone all excited about me coming back, only to not get cleared and let everyone down. I’m sorry, I just didn’t want to get people’s hopes up. I had to go through so many medical evaluations for both my leg and back, it was wild.”
“That makes sense,” Gionna says.
“It was so nerve-wracking,” I add. “And it bothered me not to tell anyone about it. Hell, I didn’t even tell Matt how it was going until before my last medical evaluation. He was so excited when I had told him I was gonna try to come back, so it would’ve killed me to crush him if it didn’t pan out.”
“He must be thrilled that you got cleared,” Demi says.
“Definitely,” I reply before recounting how emotional I was breaking the news to him the day I got the call, and that Matt had held me while I cried with relief.
“He was so supportive when I told him of my impulsive decision to make a comeback. I thought he was gonna jump for joy over it, but I had to get him to keep his excitement in check ‘cause I wasn’t even sure if it would happen. And now it’s gonna happen.”
My throat becomes thick, rendering me mute.
“It’s a big deal,” Gionna remarks, placing her hand on mine.
“It really is,” I croak.
“Well, I’m so happy we’ll finally be working together,” Demi chimes in, grinning. “Do you know which brand you’ll be on?”
“Not yet, and that’s the honest truth,” I answer. “I’m open to going anywhere though, even NXT. I know Matt wants me to go to SmackDown with him, but we’ll see.”
The girls laugh, as do I.
Our server comes by just then to drop off our drinks. We quickly place our orders before he saunters off.
“He’d love that,” Gionna giggles.
“No kidding,” I say, shaking my head with amusement. “But I know that all bets are off as far as which brand I’ll end up on.”
“Yeah, that’s so true,” Victoria remarks. “They keep married couples together. If they’re not, though, it’s fair game.”
My heart slams against my rib cage. Anything related to marriage seems to send a jolt of electricity up my spine now, much to my annoyance. Somehow, I manage to keep a neutral facial expression and not visibly react.
“Are things still okay with you and Matt?” Gionna inquires.
“Yeah, they are,” I answer. “Although he did break his leg in his last NXT match- it was a clean break, thank God- so he’s been dealing with that, which is shitty for him. He’s been staying at my place since so I can help him out- drive him to appointments, help him shower, stuff like that.”
“Oh, no,” Demi remarks sympathetically. “That’s such a shit thing to go through.”
“That’s part of why I’m so proud of him getting called up to the main roster,” I add. “Well- that, and because he’s my boyfriend.”
The girls let out a chorus of “awws”, making me blush.
“So, he’s been staying at your off and on?” Gionna asks.
“Oh, no, he’s been staying at mine for a few weeks,” I reveal. “He pays for groceries because he insists, but I won’t let him pay for anything else. It’s not like he lives there.”
“Wait- you said he’s been there for weeks?” Victoria chimes in.
“Yeah, but I insisted. It’s not like I want him to leave and he’s refusing to do so.”
“No, I get that. But it almost sounds like you two are living together.”
I pause to mull this over. I don’t know how the hell I overlooked this fact up until now.
“Yeah, it does kinda sound like that,” I admit with a nervous giggle.
Gionna smirks. “Is he good to live with?”
“We haven’t killed each other yet, so that’s gotta count for something, right?”
The girls laugh as our food arrives. This gives me a brief reprieve from all this questioning, as I steer the conversation away from me and towards my friends. They each share what’s going on in their respective lives in and outside of work.
“I’m excited for Night of Champions,” Victoria says once we’re all caught up on each other’s lives.
“Me too,” I reply. “It’s shaping up to be pretty alright.”
Victoria abruptly turns to me. “Will you be back in time for that?”
I shake my head. “Now that I’m cleared, I need some time to roll around in the ring with my prosthetic ‘cause I haven’t even done that yet. I don’t think I’ll be back until before Summerslam. Hopefully, it’ll be sooner, but who knows?”
“That’s fair,” Gionna pipes up.
“Sorry, I wanna get back to something,” Demi suddenly announces after swallowing a mouthful of her spinach and mushroom omelette. “So, you and Matt have been living together-”
“We’re not living together,” I interject. “He’s just staying with me ‘cause he’s injured, and I can take better care of him.”
Demi narrows her light blue eyes. “Dude, you two are pretty much living together.”
I shake my head. “No, I’m just letting him stay with me, I swear! I’ve had people stay at mine off and on over the years. Hell, Saraya stayed with me off and on way more during the pandemic, and she was there way longer than Matt!”
“True,” Demi says, her tone a little stiff.
“I know how it looks, I do,” I reply gently. “But I just wanted to be helpful, that’s all.”
“Oh you really like him,” Gionna remarks, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
My heart swells in my chest. “You…could say that.”
The girls all smile, clearly giddy over my admission. I roll my eyes again and shovel another bite of pancakes into my mouth. The slightly salty taste of butter tickles my taste buds.
Soon enough, brunch winds down once we’re all full of yummy breakfast food. I insist on covering the tab just as Gionna has to leave to go to a doctor’s appointment for her injured shoulder. Victoria- who drove her here- leaves as well after we all exchange goodbyes.
As I sit down to wait for our server to drop off the check, I notice Demi looking more thoughtful than usual. I have to pause before I speak so I don’t spout off the inside joke Matt and I trade between one another.
“You okay?”
Demi looks up, startled. “Just thinking.”
I bite my lip. “I’m not upset by what you said earlier about Matt and I practically living together. And I’m sorry if I came off like I was.”
“No, you’re good, mate.”
“Good. I will admit, though- things are definitely pretty serious with Matt and I.”
At this, Demi raises her eyebrows. “Oh?”
I could tell her that Matt has brought up marriage, but I can’t. If Demi reacted the way she did over Matt just staying at my place, she’ll definitely freak out over the fact that he wants to marry me.
Another memory- one far more recent- jumps into my mind’s eye. I blink hard to swat it away, knowing that it will lead to me making a scene in this restaurant.
“It’s just because we’ve been spending so much time together, that’s all,” I lie. “It’s made things more serious quicker, I guess.”
Demi frowns. “Dude, are you okay?”
“Of course.” I say, the lie flowing from me with ease.
Our server finally arrives with the bill, which I quickly pay. Demi and I exchange goodbyes and walk out to the parking lot. By a stroke of dumb luck, our cars are far enough apart that Demi disappears from sight once I’m inside my car.
It gives me the perfect chance to keep myself from breaking down in public.
The day before Mother’s Day, I had overheard Matt on the phone with his mother, wishing her well. It had brought on a bittersweet feeling- on one hand, I was so happy that he got to talk to his mother. On the other hand, it was yet another reminder for me that my mother is no longer here, let alone my parents.
Still, I didn’t say anything about this to Matt. I didn’t even tell him that I had accidentally eavesdropped on his phone call. It wouldn’t have been fair to burden him with that when it’s not this fault my mother is dead. I just went about my day without giving it a second thought.
When it comes to holidays and missing my parents, my feelings range from a little sad to extremely depressed. Last year, I had been so busy preparing for the upcoming release of my debut novel that I had hardly noticed it was even Mother’s Day. The same thing happened with Father’s Day the following month. I didn’t mind; if anything, I welcomed the distraction that kept me from falling into the depression black hole.
This year, however, I woke up feeling sadder than I would on any ordinary day. I actually slept in, which I didn’t mind. I had also slept in the master bedroom for a change, as my sore back needed a break from the couch for one night.
My body was heavy as I slowly dragged myself out of bed. With Sundays being my one day off from working out, I took a long, hot shower to try and feel more like myself. Yet as I went about the rest of my morning routine- doing my skincare, throwing on my glasses, changing into a light grey sweatshirt and matching shorts, and pulling my damp hair up into a claw clip- my head was in a slight fog.
I trudged downstairs to find the dogs milling about, only to run over to me once my feet hit the landing. I cooed at both dogs, who happily wagged their tails while I petted them each with one hand.
“Morning!”
My eyes shot up to find Matt standing a couple of feet away on his crutches. I stopped giving the dogs attention and strolled over to him.
“Morning,” I said, looking away for a second to glance at my white fitness watch. “I didn’t expect to sleep in so late. Sorry about that.”
Matt chuckled. “It’s fine, baby. You deserve to sleep in!”
“Yeah, but what if you needed something?” I countered. “I should’ve been here, ready to take care of you.”
“I’m good, baby,” Matt said. “I know you needed a night in your bed for your back’s sake. I promise, it’s fine.”
Despite his reassurances, guilt continued to gnaw at my stomach. I looked down at my feet and tucked some stray strands of hair behind my ears.
“I have something for you,” Matt added.
I looked back up in a flash. “You do?”
Matt nodded before directing me to follow him into the kitchen. There, on the counter top, sat two fairly big glass vases. One held a bouquet of red roses while the other contained a bouquet of white roses.
“I wanted to get you sunflowers, but they all looked like shit,” he explained. “I hope red roses are an okay substitute.”
“They’re beautiful,” I said, pausing long enough to inhale their signature strong scent. “What are these for?”
“These,” Matt said, pointing to the large bouquet vase of red roses, “are for you to show my appreciation for you being such a great dog mum to Ash and Gary.”
I threw my head back and laughed. “Oh my God, you didn’t!”
“Hey, dog mums deserve to be celebrated too!” Matt argued with a chuckle.
“Aww, thank you,” I remarked. My fingers graced the delicate petals, taking extra care to not rip any of them.
Matt kissed my head. “You’re welcome, baby.”
My eyes soon landed on the white roses sitting in a tall cylinder vase I had never seen before. “Wait, what are these for then?”
In my head, I thought Matt had bought white roses as back-up in case I didn’t like red roses. While the idea seemed silly, it was the only explanation I could think of at that moment.
Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined what Matt would say next.
“They’re for your mum.”
I could have sworn my heart stopped beating at that exact moment.
“I figured today would be a hard day for you, and I wanted to do something to honour your mum for Mother’s Day,” he revealed, his voice surprisingly calm and even. “I don’t know if you do anything, but I wanted to do this anyway.”
Tears slid down my cheeks as my heart resumed beating again. I could feel a sob building up deep within.
Matt approached me and rested my head on his chest. The second I did that, I let out the sob I had been holding back. More soon came out, which led to me bawling into his white T-shirt.
I thought I would never stop crying. I had no idea how much time passed as I wept and wept. Yet Matt stayed in place, squeezing me just enough to make his presence known. Outside of cooing at me so I would calm down, he didn’t utter a single word.
Eventually, I slowly peeled myself away so I could wipe my tears away. I also removed my glasses to clean the lenses, which were cloudy and wet from sobbing so much.
“Sorry, I didn’t expect you to do this,” I said in a weak voice. “And I certainly didn’t expect to fall apart. But thank you- for the flowers, and for being here for me.”
“Anytime, sweetheart,” Matt replied as he used his thumb to swipe any lingering tears from my cheeks.
“And you’re right- today can be a hard day for me,” I confessed. “I usually don’t do a whole lot. I woke up feeling pretty down, to be honest. I still feel that way, but I also feel a bit better knowing you’re here for me.”
“I’ll always be here for you,” Matt vowed. “And listen- you do whatever you need to do to get through today. If you wanna be alone, that’s fine. If you want to spend time together, that’s also fine. Please, please, please don’t worry about my feelings, okay?”
More tears filled my eyes, forcing me to blink them away as best I could. “Are you sure?”
Matt nodded. “Positive.”
I took a minute to steady my breathing and mull things over.
“May I show you some family photos?”
“If you want.”
“No, I do,” I insisted, my voice sounding stronger. “This is the closest you’ll get to meeting my family, so I wanna do this.”
I led Matt to the living room and fished a medium-size cardboard box from a small closet nearby. Once we were both settled on the living room couch, I opened up the rather worn box and pulled out some family photo albums.
I started with showing Matt photos of my maternal grandparents, Richard and Olivia Walker. There were some taken on their wedding day, as well as photos of them in later years, including ones of them holding baby me at their quaint bungalow in Long Beach, California. I explained that my mother was an only child, who only came after multiple miscarriages.
“Grandpa died of lung cancer when I was fourteen,” I explained. “Then Grandma died from a brain aneurysm a month or so after that. That was hard ‘cause I was named after her, so we were pretty close.”
Matt squeezed my shoulder as I moved on to photos of my paternal grandparents, John and Lucy Parker. I showed Matt photos of them as young people to elderly folks with silver hair and wrinkles. We laughed at a photo of my grandfather throwing baby me in the air while my grandmother watched on in horror.
“He loved to freak Grandma out,” I said. “He’d do anything to get a rise out of her.”
“Sounds like someone else I know,” Matt remarked with a nudge.
I giggle. “I learned from the best, what can I say?”
Matt rested his head on my shoulder as I told him about my grandfather’s death from a massive heart attack two weeks after my fifteenth birthday. He kissed my temple when I revealed that my grandmother passed in her sleep almost two years to the day of her husband’s death.
“Dad thought she either had a massive stroke or a heart attack,” I revealed. “But he didn’t want to do an autopsy- said that there was no point because she was already so frail and unwell.”
Soon enough, I get to the photos of my mom and dad, Bruce and Susanna Parker. Looking at these photos hurt the most, but I pushed past my pain anyway.
We skimmed through pictures of my parents in their younger years- first as children in their respective families, then as teenagers, and eventually as young adults. I laughed when I came across their wedding photos, including the shot of them with their wedding party outside the church.
“Mom’s wedding dress always kills me,” I said when Matt frowned at my laughter. “She loved- and I mean loved- eighties fashion. Between the massive amounts of fabric, the shiny off-white silk, and puffy sleeves, it was…a lot. Sorry, mom!”
Matt laughed as well, and I did again.
But then I saw my favourite family photo- a picture taken at a wrestling match I had in Los Angeles when I was eighteen. Mom was wearing a colourful outfit while Dad had on his firefighter uniform, no doubt having come straight from work to watch me wrestle. I was standing in between them after my match, strands of red hair sticking to my sweaty face as I stood in my “ring gear”- a bright blue cropped T-shirt and matching shorts that stopped mid-thigh. We’re all smiling in the photo, with none of us knowing what was to come.
“This was taken the week before they died.”
My words hung in the air as I clutched the photo. I forced myself to put it back in the box to avoid damaging it. A fresh batch of tears filled my eyes, so I closed the box to keep from getting any photos wet.
“My parents went to a birthday party for one of my mom’s co-workers at the hair salon she worked at. They were out later than usual, but they did everything right- my dad didn’t drink so that he could drive them home. But a drunk driver sped through a red light at the exact time they drove through an intersection. I was told they died instantly, but I don’t know if that’s actually true, or if the cop who told me was trying to spare my feelings.”
I managed to set the box on the coffee table before breaking down again. Matt wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pulled me close without hesitation. Sobs wrecked my body the more I thought about the exact moment where my entire world had been destroyed.
“After they died, I was a complete mess,” I admitted after gathering my composure. “I was supposed to go to college- my parents insisted I go- but I just couldn’t do it. Instead, I went to Mexico about two weeks later, and wrestled there for a year. Another year later, I was signed to WWE and moved from California to Florida to chase that dream. And the rest is history.”
“Wow,” Matt breathed, clearly awe struck.
“I also fell in love with Taylor Swift’s music after my parents died,” I continued. “A week after their deaths, I forced myself out of their house, and ended up going to a CD store, of all places. I found Taylor Swift’s debut album- this was back in 2007, so it was the only album she had released at that point in time- and bought it because I liked ‘Teardrops On My Guitar’. I listened to it, and when I heard ‘A Place In This World’ for the first time…I broke. That song described exactly how I was feeling at that moment. That song made me a Swiftie for life, as silly as that sounds. I even have that song title tattooed on me.”
I shifted in my seat and pulled up the sleeve of my sweatshirt to show off the small, pretty script inked on my upper left arm. I fixed my shirt a minute later and rested my head on Matt’s arm.
“I know I dumped a lot on you in the span of a morning,” I said with a halfhearted laugh.
“No, you’re good,” Matt replied, kissing my head. “I’m so sorry you’ve been through all this loss. I’m proud of you for overcoming all of it to be the woman- no, the person- that you are today.”
I became choked up for the umpteenth time. “Thank you.”
“And I promise to never make fun of you for liking Taylor Swift,” Matt added. “Although I don’t see a future where I become a Swiftie.”
“That’s okay,” I said, laughing. “You can make fun of me for that.”
“No,” Matt remarked firmly. “Now that I know where it comes from, I can’t make fun of you for that. Not after you poured your heart out to me.”
I nodded slowly. “Alright. By the way, I want you to know- my parents would’ve adored you. They would’ve definitely approved of you being my boyfriend.”
Matt smiled warmly. “That’s good to know. And thank you for telling me, as well as for showing me so many photos of your family. I’m glad I finally got to learn more about them from you.”
“You’re welcome,” I said. “I figured now was as good a time as ever to do it.”
We shared a tender kiss, and Matt made sure all my tears were dried. He hugged me tight until I told him that I was feeling better- something that was more true than even I had expected.
We ended up spending the day watching episodes of House, a show I had recently gotten Matt into. We watched that and also chatted about Matt’s first SmackDown taping coming up soon.
A day that had started with heartache and tears had ended with warm gestures and laughter.
By the time the memory finishes playing in my head, my breath is shaky and my eyes are wet with tears. My hands have a death grip on the steering wheel as I try to gather my unraveling emotions.
I’m so stuck in my head that I almost miss my phone going off. I grab it to find that Matt just texted me.
Matt: Hope brunch is going well!
I check the time on my watch, only to curse when I realize I’ve been sitting in my car way longer than expected.
Olivia: It ended a while ago. Sorry, I lost track of time. On my way home now. Do you need to grab anything?
Matt: I’m good, thanks. You okay?
Olivia: Just got thinking about the other day, that’s all. Didn’t realize how much time passed until you texted me. It was stupid of me.
Matt: No worries, love. Drive safe
Olivia: Will do, love you
Matt: Love you more!
I set my phone down and rest my head on the steering wheel amidst a shaky breath. A lot has been happening recently- some good, some emotional. All of it is a lot- not that I’m about to complain. But it all has an effect on my relationship with Matt, whether I want to admit it or not.
Now it’s just a matter of seeing how everything plays out over time.
The Online Connection (Grayson Waller x Female OC) WWE Fanfic - Chapter 37
Synposis:
WWE Superstar Olivia Parker hasn't had it easy. After a horrific car accident resulted in losing part of her right leg and a spinal fusion, her long wrestling career has been put on hold indefinitely. Fortunately, a group of good friends and lots of therapy have her on the path to creating a (somewhat) normal life.
Like so many other people, Olivia spends way too much time scrolling on TikTok. It's there that she comes across NXT Superstar Grayson Waller late one night. A split decision results in them forging an online connection that's both electric and hilarious.
As time passes, one thing becomes clear- the connection between Olivia and Grayson is undeniable. Between banter, social media posts, and late-night DMs, there's something slowly building up to be more.
But what happens when that online connection goes offline?
Content warnings: Car accident, injuries sustained in car accident, death of a loved one (from years ago), mental health struggles, past trauma, explicit sexual content (praise, body worship, masturbation)
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Olivia - April 2023
As it turns out, taking care of Matt is equal parts easy and frustrating. It’s easy because he accepts my help without hesitation. It’s frustrating because he insists on working out despite his broken leg. While he promises to only do upper body work outs, the thought of him exercising while nursing a broken bone puts my nerves on edge.
“I don’t wanna slack off,” he says when I ask him why he’s so insistent on not taking a break from working out. “I need to get stronger so I can come back better than ever.”
“I’m being careful, I promise,” he insists with a carefree wink.
His words don’t calm me down entirely, but it’s better than nothing.
I squeeze in time to work on my newest book here and there- usually late at night when Matt is asleep. Outlining is always tedious because it requires my full, undivided attention. Yet I always make time to check in on Matt- getting him food, helping him shower or get dressed, walking the dogs, and spending quality time with him. Being with Matt always feels nice, even in the quietest moments.
Which is what makes his confession of wanting to spend the rest of his life with me all the more terrifying.
Just thinking about it almost a month since it happened sends a shiver up my spine now. I haven’t breathed a word about Matt’s confession to my closest friends. I’m absolutely not ready to open that can of worms to them. I don’t even want to think about how they will react.
That’s not to say I haven’t told anyone about it. My psychiatrist knows, thanks to me divulging it in a therapy session the following week. I had finished telling her about my decision to come back to wrestling and write a third book, as well as me telling Rebecca about my mental health struggles.
“And there’s one more big thing,” I said. “I know there have been quite a few developments, but this one really takes the cake.”
Dr. Montgomery raised her eyebrows. “Is it good or bad?”
“Uh…” I laughed, unsure how to answer a seemingly innocent question.
“Oh, now I’m even more intrigued,” Dr. Montgomery admitted.
I took a deep breath. “Matt wants to marry me.”
Dr. Montgomery’s jaw dropped as I explained how Matt had been acting weird on the second day of Wrestlemania weekend, much to my concern. I mentioned how, the day after I had returned home, I confronted him about his recent odd behaviour, which led to his long, messy speech about wanting to be with me for the rest of his life.
“I honestly thought he was having second thoughts about our relationship,” I said. “But it turns out, it was very much the opposite. I realized that he was thinking of marriage while trying to figure out what the hell he meant. He didn’t deny it when I asked, so I knew I was right. It totally caught me by surprise.”
“No kidding,” Dr. Montgomery remarked with a shocked laugh.
I spilled everything else to my psychiatrist rapidly; that I had given Matt a key to my home because I felt like it was right to take that step in our relationship, and that I never thought I would ever get married. I also mentioned how I told Matt that very thing, as well as my admission to him that I’m not ready for marriage.
“He reacted well, thank God,” I added, sighing in relief. “He wasn’t telling me he wants to marry me ‘cause he wants it to happen right this second. He knows this is all really fast, so he said he’s fine with keeping things at my pace.”
“That’s good,” Dr. Montgomery said. “How are you feeling now that some time has passed since then?”
“I’m still in a state of shock,” I confessed sheepishly. “I’m not upset- far from it, honestly. But I can’t believe Matt feels that way about me. Like, how can he feel so sure that he wants to be with me and only me forever?”
“Do you not believe him?”
“Oh no, I believe him. And I don’t believe he has any ulterior motives. It’s just unbelievable. We haven’t even been together for half a year! And sure, we talked for almost a year before we met and became a couple. But still! It all seems fast and unreal. I know my friends will freak if I tell them.”
Dr. Montgomery nodded. “What would you say if one of your friends told you everything you just told me?”
Old memories of Saraya’s past relationships flashed in my mind. “I mean, I’ve kinda dealt with that- having a friend considering marriage after dating someone for a short amount of time.”
“And what did you say?”
“I told her to get her fucking head checked.”
Dr. Montgomery’s jaw dropped.
“To be fair, the relationship was toxic because the guy was a fucking asshole,” I tacked on.
“But Matt isn’t that,” Dr. Montgomery pointed out.
“Correct.”
“So, again- if one of your friends told you everything you told me- and the circumstances were the exact same as yours- what would you say?”
I mulled this over for a long moment. “I would be nervous for them because I always worry about my friends. But a part of me would be happy for them too. I want my friends to be happy. I still think it’s wild, though.”
“And that’s fine,” Dr. Montgomery said. “I get that it’s really soon- I don’t disagree with that. Your friends will likely be surprised, but they also might react positively.”
I shrug. “Perhaps.”
“More importantly,” Dr. Montgomery continued, “I’m glad you told Matt that you’re not ready for marriage. I’m sure it was nerve-wracking to do so.”
“Oh my God, tell me about it,” I remarked with a hollow laugh.
“I am curious, though- do you not want to marry Matt whatsoever?”
“I’m not ready to marry him right now. I’d like to think I’ll change my mind as more time goes on. But I refuse to marry him at all if we’re not compatible. As much as I love Matt and want to be with him, I won’t do it if it turns out it’s not gonna work out.”
“That’s understandable. Though if you’ve given him a key to your home, you’re clearly thinking about this relationship more seriously.”
I nodded. “I am, definitely. But marriage? Not right now.”
Dr. Montgomery raised her eyebrows and adjusted her glasses. “Interesting that you’re saying ‘not right now’, and not ‘never’. Why is that?”
“Well…” I paused to shift in my office chair. “It’s not totally off the table for me- yet. That would change if it turns out we don’t value the same things or want the same stuff in life. And if that turns out to be the case, then I don’t see a future for us. I’m not going to compromise either. I’m thirty-four years old- I know what I want, and I’m too old to put up with bullshit, especially from a man. That’s not to say I don’t love him- of course I do. But I need to make sure everything aligns.”
“That’s a great plan,” Dr. Montgomery said.
Despite everything I told her during that particular session, I haven’t had another serious talk with Matt. It’s not that I don’t want to- it’s just that we both became wrapped up with work.
After Wrestlemania 39, Matt went right back to taping NXT on a regular basis. Meanwhile, I focused on organizing everything for the upcoming release of my second book- organizing upcoming interviews, my book tour, and so much more. This, coupled with starting various medical evaluations and outlining my third book, has left me incredibly busy.
In between our respective work schedules, we’ve gone on several dates that were lots of fun. Neither one of us brought up marriage since our initial discussion, likely because I had asked him to not bring up the topic again- for now. Being busy with work and going on various dates has helped avoid the subject from coming up or making things awkward.
Now that Matt is injured, I know he isn’t going to go to the Performance Center on a regular basis. When he’s not working out, he’s laying on my couch so he doesn’t aggravate his broken leg. He isn’t able to do much else.
I know I need to broach the topic again. I can’t use work as an excuse to avoid it any longer, especially with Matt staying at my house.
On Friday, after I help him shower and get dressed, I lead him back to the living room couch, where he has been sleeping since his injury.
“How are you feeling?” I ask as I sit him down.
“I’m still sore, but I’m okay,” Mat answers, setting his crutches off to the side. “I’m honestly more anxious about the WWE Draft ‘cause it starts tonight. I have a meeting with management about it, likely ‘because of my injury.”
I nod. “Do you need a ride to the Performance Center? There’s no way you can drive with that cast.”
Matt curses under his breath. “Nah, I can just get an Uber.”
“No, don’t be silly,” I remark. “I’ll drop you off, and then I’ll pick you up after the show.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
Matt runs a hand through his short, dirty blonde hair, frowning. “Thak you, sweet girl. Fuck, I’m anxious about tonight.”
“Don’t stress if you don’t get called up tonight,” I say as I inch closer to him. “There’s still Monday.”
“True.”
I tuck myself into his side, my heart hammering in my chest. I try to take some deep breaths to steady it as butterflies begin flying about inside my stomach.
“You okay?” Matt pipes up, nudging me.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I lie.
Matt nudges me again, prodding me to pull away so I can sit up. His frown is deeper, making me shrink a little.
“Are you sure? You can tell me anything that’s on your mind.”
“No, no, I know you’re stressing about the draft. It’s fine. Besides, it can wait.”
Despite my reassurances, Matt grabs my hand to squeeze it. The gesture makes my throat thick, forcing me to swallow hard.
“Are you sure? I know you have a lot on your mind,” I choke out.
Matt relaxes his face. “So do you. Look, if you don’t wanna say, that’s fine. But don’t not tell me because I’m stressing about the WWE Draft. I always wanna know what’s going on in your head, Olivia.”
I grin a little, even though my heart is still pounding violently against my chest. “I had a sneaking suspicion you would say that.”
Chuckling, Matt kisses my forehead. “I meant it the first time I said it, and I mean it now.”
I sigh, realizing the truth in his words. I decide to quit stalling and divulge the mental load I’ve been carrying for weeks.
“I know I said I wanted to table the marriage talk, but…well, it got me thinking,” I begin. My voice is shaking a bit, but I continue. “I know I said I needed more time before taking that step. And I still stand by all that. We need more time.”
“That’s not a problem,” Matt interjects, tightening his grip on my hand.
“I appreciate you being understanding,” I say. “It’s just…” I sigh loudly in a desperate attempt to gather my thoughts. My head feels like it’s spinning a mile a minute.
“Take as much time as you need,” Matt adds in a soft voice.
After another minute goes by, I resume talking. “My last relationship was way back in 2016, 2017. He wasn’t a wrestler or any kind of public figure, so you wouldn’t know who he is. Anyway, we had been dating for six months when he started giving me shit for not wanting to live a ‘normal life’. It took over a week for him to finally explain that what he meant by a ‘normal life’. It meant me leaving WWE and retiring from wrestling so that we could eventually buy our own home, get married, and have kids. Granted, he wasn’t trying to get me to do all that right away- it was just his long-term plan so that he could live a ‘normal life’- or rather, his ‘dream life’- as he also called it.
“And look, I don’t have a problem for anyone who wants to live that kind of life. You do you and all that, you know? I just don’t want that life. I’m not against getting married and committing myself to one person forever. But at the same time, I don’t want a ‘normal life,’”- I make sure to include air quotes this time- “whatsoever. I want to continue publishing books, and- assuming I get cleared- I want to get back into wrestling. I love working, and I love my life as it is with my dog. I don’t want to give that all up to have kids and live a quiet, boring existence. I want so much more than that.”
I exhale slowly. “Anyway, getting back to the point- once I told my ex that I refused to give up on my dreams, he dumped me. Mind you, I had told my ex I don’t ever want kids- that wasn’t news. I guess he just hoped I would change my mind? I don’t know. But yeah, we weren’t compatible, so the relationship ended. I’m not mad at him- I would rather we each get what we want out of life than stay together and be miserable, you know?”
The whole time I’m talking, Matt listens intently, hanging onto every word. His face remains neutral, only to frown when I mention the fact that my ex left me.
“What I’m trying to say, in a long, convoluted way,” I add with a tired laugh, “is that I know what I want, and I’m not going to change for you or anyone else. If we want different things, then this isn’t going to work. If that turns out to be the case-”
My throat thickens again, and my eyes feel misty.
“If that turns out to be the case,” I repeat, my voice cracking ever so slightly, “then…”
I trail off and look down, unable to finish my thoughts. I can’t bring myself to say it- that we’ll have to end our relationship.
It’s jarring because I’ve always prided myself on being able to be alone. This was true when I had initially decided to stop dating, and then again when I renewed that resolution years later. I have never been the type of woman that has to be in a relationship in order to feel fulfilled. Now I can’t imagine my life without Matt.
Fuck, when did I become this pathetic?
Matt’s touch shakes me loose from my thoughts. He tilts my head up so that my eyes meet his. His gaze feels the most intense it has ever been. I shrink even more in my seat, something I hadn’t thought was possible.
“Olivia, I want you to hear me loud and clear- I don’t want you to change anything about yourself. Your appearance, your interests, your dreams- none of it. I’m the last person on the fucking planet to discourage anyone from chasing their dreams when I’m right here, chasing mine,” he says, his voice carrying an edge.
It takes me a second to realize that he doesn’t sound angry or accusatory- he’s just deadly serious. I straighten my spine even though my nerves are shot to hell.
“I hate that someone tried to discourage you from living your dreams,” Matt continues in the same tone. “If being an author and WWE Superstar makes you happy, I’m not gonna stop you.”
“But I don’t want to lose you either,” I interrupt. My voice cracks a second time, but I push through. “I love you, I really do. If what I want isn’t what you had in mind-”
Matt’s light blue eyes narrow. “You are what I have in mind, Olivia.”
My lips curl into the tiniest of smiles. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Matt echos. He relaxes his stare while grabbing my other hand. He squeezes both of them, sending a jolt of electricity up the arms that almost makes me jump.
“Do you want kids?” I ask.
Matt shakes his head. “Never.”
My smile grows. “Really?”
“Really,” Matt confirms with his own smile. “Not now, not ever.”
I find myself blinking rapidly. “Oh, wow. I don’t think I’ve met a guy who has the same stance on kids as me. I feel like I found a unicorn.”
Realizing how ridiculous I sound, I blush with wide eyes. But Matt just chuckles before kissing my temple.
“I’m glad we’re on the same page there,” he remarks.
“All of this was also what I was referring to when I said I was worried about being too much a while back. Because I am a lot. I’m too loud, too independent-”
“And you’re perfect for me.”
Whatever I’m about to say vanishes from my mind and my mouth. “What?”
Matt briefly chuckles. “You could never be too much, Olivia. I love that you’re loud and independent. I hate that the shit you’ve been through has made you so independent. But seeing how you handle your shit and make things happen is so cool and inspiring. Think about it- when your wrestling career was put on hold, you decided to pursue writing. And look at you! You’re gonna publish your second book in a couple of months, and you’re now working on your third book too. You did that all on your own! That’s incredible, baby.”
“I had some help,” I point out sheepishly.
“You still did the bulk of it on your own,” Matt counters. “Seriously, though, you’re not too much. You’re perfect for me, Olivia.”
This particular compliment feels heavier than any others he has given me before. I don’t want him to put me on a pedestal and think that I can do absolutely no wrong.
Matt kisses my lips, and any retorts I have in my arsenal vanish. I return the kiss and squeeze his hands.
“I love you, you know?” he says.
I nod. “I love you too.”
“And like I said before- I’m more than happy for us to go at your pace. You won’t hear me complain about it,” Matt adds.
“Thank you,” I say.
We kiss again, more intensely this time. Matt lifts me up and places me in his lap, making me giggle in between us making out. My hands thread through his soft hair and I grind my crotch onto his. Matt groans as he wraps his arms around my waist.
“Fuck,” he moans into my mouth.
I can’t stop kissing him. I don’t know if the disappearing tension is to blame or what, but I refuse to let go. I nibble his bottom lip with a sly grin, giggling when I hear him groan again.
“Wish I could fuck you,” he whines.
I suddenly remember his broken leg, so I pull away with sad eyes. I’m about to apologize for teasing him, but Matt shuts me up with a passionate kiss, his tongue roaming freely in my mouth. His lips then land on my neck, his teeth surely leaving marks on my fair skin.
“I can take care of you,” I manage to say despite moaning. “If you’d like.”
Matt freezes before leveling his gaze at me. “Oh, yeah?”
“Of course,” I say. “I’m supposed to take care of you, after all. What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t at least offer?”
Chuckling, Matt kisses my lips hard. I take that as my cue to tug the old T-shirt he’s wearing.
“Do it,” he mumbles.
I rip off the article of clothing and toss it over the back of the couch. I drink in Matt’s bare chest, which is chiseled just right. Running my hands over his muscles makes me wetter by the second.
Just as I get off the couch, Matt grabs my wrist.
“Your turn,” he insists firmly.
“You do it,” I retort.
Matt leans in and grabs at my red graphic sweatshirt. He gets it off my body in no time. My breasts are exposed to the cool air, making my nipples erect.
“So fucking beautiful,” Matt remarks while pulling me back in.
He leaves kisses across my breasts, making me moan louder. His larger hands cup them, touching my tender skin gently.
“I’ll take good care of you,” I vow, pulling away just enough so I can kneel in front of him.
Matt moves forward on the couch so that he’s sitting on the edge. I touch his erection, which is covered by a pair of black sweatshirt material shorts. He throws his head back and curses in a low voice.
“Patience,” I chastise.
I slowly pulled his shorts and boxers down just enough to reveal his rock hard cock. It’s already leaking when I wrap my hand around it.
“May I?”
“Fuck, please, baby,” Matt whines. “I miss your mouth around my dick.”
My tongue glides up and down carefully while my hand works his length at the same snail’s pace. Saltiness tickles my tastebuds and nearly makes me drool. I can feel my panties getting soaked by the second.
After a few minutes, I quit playing around and take some of him in my mouth. Matt groans and curses, his Australian accent sounding rough around the edges. I pay it no mind so I can focus on chasing his release.
I soon take his entire length in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down faster. My hand continues working his cock with ease.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans.
I look up to find Matt leaning back in a state of pure bliss. His eyes are shut tight and his mouth is slightly ajar.
Smirking, I look back down and go faster than before with both my mouth and hand. His cock is soaked with both precum and my saliva. My smirk widens a bit when I feel Matt grab my hair and push it away to keep it from falling in my face.
“You’re fucking incredible,” he remarks in a low voice. “Don’t you dare stop.”
With that, I go faster, even going so far as to deep throat his cock. The act makes me teary-eyed from trying not to gag, but I don’t let up. I pause to momentarily catch my breath, and then continue going down on him. My hand and mouth work overtime to get him to reach his climax.
“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna-”
I shut out Matt’s words the second he comes, unloading into my mouth without mercy. I take my time swallowing so as to not miss anything.
A few minutes later, I pull myself off of Matt’s cock with a sly grin.
“Fuck, I needed that,” Matt remarks, smirking.
“Sounds like it.”
“You must be so fucking wet.”
“How’d you guess?”
Matt chuckles and kisses my lips hungrily.
“Lay on your back,” I order.
He does exactly what I request, albeit with a puzzled expression.
“I’ve been thinking about doing this for way too long, and now’s as good a time as ever,” I say, shoving him down the body of the couch.
Before I can explain what I want, he chuckles darkly. “Wanna ride me, baby?”
“Anything for you to get a taste of me,” I quip.
Matt helps me assume the position. I take extra care to not bump his broken leg, not wanting to hurt him by accident.
The second I sit on his face, Matt starts devouring my pussy like a parched man who has just found a puddle of water. I grip the back of the couch for dear life as pleasure attacks my whole body. His tongue enters my cunt to make me cry out louder and louder.
“Fuck!”
Matt doesn’t let up his assault on my pussy. He holds me tight and I moan at his touch. When his tongue flicks my clit, I nearly scream. If Matt wasn’t holding my thighs in a death grip to keep me in place, I would likely go flying.
As his mouth works faster, I shut my eyes to brace myself for my impending release.
“Oh, fuck!”
Right after that, my climax overtakes me, making me cry out Matt’s name. My heart is racing and I’m grasping at straws trying to catch my breath. I can barely pay attention to him tasting me.
After coming down from my high, I’m able to get off Matt’s face and find my footing on the floor. I burst out laughing when I see his face, which is now a sticky, slick mess.
“Oh, Jesus,” I remark. “Here, let me grab something so you can clean up.”
Despite my legs feeling like jelly, I manage to grab a fresh hand towel from the kitchen. I give it to Matt as soon as I return. He mops up his face while we both laugh.
“You good?” I ask.
“Better than good,” Matt answers as he finishes cleaning up. “I can see now, which is nice.”
I laugh again. I’m about to suggest we take things further, but Matt suddenly cries out in agony. I whip my head around to see him trying to get up.
“I forgot I have a broken leg and put all my weight on the bloody thing,” he explains while trying to breathe through the pain. “Fuck, that was stupid.”
“Shh, it’s okay,” I say. I stop putting my clothes back on so I can kiss his temple. “Since you don’t have to be at the Performance Center for a few hours, why don’t you get some rest? I’ll dress you and elevate your leg.”
“That sounds like a great idea,” Matt replies.
It only takes a few minutes to do all that. The living room smells like sex, but a few sprays of floral air freshener quickly gets rid of it. I quickly check to make sure there are no new stains on the couch. Fortunately, it appears clean to the naked eye, despite what Matt and I were up to only moments ago.
“How’s your leg feeling now?” I ask, glancing at it now that it’s resting on a stack of decorative pillows.
“A little sore,” Matt says, wincing a little. “But please don’t feel bad, it was all my fault.”
I nod and sit beside him, snuggling into his left side. He wraps an arm around my shoulder and kisses the side of my head.
“I’m still anxious for the draft.”
My eyes find him. “I’m anxious for you too. I’m still proud of you, no matter what the outcome is.”
Matt smiles. “Thank you, sweet girl.”
We share a tender kiss and decide to watch a new TV show together.
Our prior talk still lingers in the back of my brain. I know we’ll revisit it sooner rather than later- there’s no way that won’t happen. But there are other things that are more important right now; Matt’s injury and the possibility of him going to the main roster, as well as my writing in between trying to get cleared again for in-ring action. Talking about marriage isn’t one of my top priorities at the moment.
The Online Connection (Grayson Waller x Female OC) WWE Fanfic - Chapter 35
Synposis:
WWE Superstar Olivia Parker hasn't had it easy. After a horrific car accident resulted in losing part of her right leg and a spinal fusion, her long wrestling career has been put on hold indefinitely. Fortunately, a group of good friends and lots of therapy have her on the path to creating a (somewhat) normal life.
Like so many other people, Olivia spends way too much time scrolling on TikTok. It's there that she comes across NXT Superstar Grayson Waller late one night. A split decision results in them forging an online connection that's both electric and hilarious.
As time passes, one thing becomes clear- the connection between Olivia and Grayson is undeniable. Between banter, social media posts, and late-night DMs, there's something slowly building up to be more.
But what happens when that online connection goes offline?
Content warnings: Car accident, injuries sustained in car accident, death of a loved one (from years ago), mental health struggles, past trauma, explicit sexual content (praise, body worship, masturbation)
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Olivia - April 2023
The rest of Wrestlemania weekend goes smoothly. I’m able to introduce Matt to Rebecca and Colby before the second show. They’re both kind to him, though I can tell that Rebecca is silently trying to size him up. I don’t call her out so as to not put her on the spot and make things awkward.
If Matt senses Rebecca’s curious stare, he doesn’t mention it. He easily chats her and Colby up about his time in NXT, making them laugh more than once. I also laugh at some of Matt’s banter and trade my own banter right back on the rare occasion it’s directed at me.
I also manage to find time to chat with Oscar Gutiérrez- WWE’s Rey Mysterio- who has been a father figure to me over the years. He meets Matt too, which goes over well.
“If he ever gives you trouble, you can always call me,” Oscar says near the end of our conversation.
“Respectfully,” I reply, “he’ll have me to worry about if that happens. But I have a feeling it won’t come to that.”
“Definitely not,” Matt chimes in.
Oscar grins. “Good.”
Matt and I enjoy the second night of Wrestlemania 39 in a balcony seat, with us cheering and booing loudly the whole time. It’s an overall fun time and makes me grateful to be here to enjoy every single moment in-person.
Yet even with all this going on, I notice that something is a bit off with Matt all day. He seems content and treats me as well as always. But I sense a sliver of nerves with every interaction. Whenever it’s just us two, he doesn’t always meet my gaze, acting rather bashful for a chance.
“You doing okay?” I ask later, when we’re in bed.
“Yeah, I’m good,” Matt answers, his tone unusually light.
I frown. “Are you sure? I’m not trying to start anything, but you seem off.”
Matt pouts. “I’m just gonna miss you, that’s all.”
Even though I know that’s not what this is about, I give up and roll my eyes. “We’re only gonna be apart for, like, two days max. You’ll survive.”
“You don’t know that!” Matt whines.
I laugh. “You’re so dramatic.”
“And yet you love me.”
“I definitely do.”
When I wake up the next day to an otherwise empty bed, my heart sinks a little. I find myself wishing I could have woken in Matt’s embrace, his chest pressed against my back.
When I blink at my nightstand, I spot a small piece of paper sitting on top. I grab it, having to squint to read the messy handwriting.
Enjoy the rest of your time in LA and please be safe. I love you and miss you already!
- Matt
Smiling, I hold the note close to my chest. Leave it to Matt to make sure I woke up in a good mood on this sunny Monday.
I set the note down and grab my phone off the nightstand.
Olivia: Good morning, baby. Thank you for the note you left- that was really sweet of you. Have a good flight, and please text me when you get to my place. I love you!
Still smiling, I peel myself out of bed to get a workout in at the tiny hotel gym, and then shower. With nothing pressing on my schedule but to go to SoFi Stadium to watch Raw backstage and chat with my friends, I relax in bed and catch up on a good book while enjoying some room service breakfast and coffee.
A few hours later, I get ready to go to Raw. I style my hair in beach waves and apply a natural face of makeup, save for some black cat-eye liner. Then I throw on a light pink T-shirt bodysuit, white boyfriend jeans, and a pair of white flat sandals.
I arrive at the stadium to see it’s already insanely busy with producers and technicians getting everything ready for tonight’s show. I say hi to some, having recognized their faces from working with them previously.
It takes a while for me to find the one person I want to talk to most- Paul Levesque, WWE’s Triple H.
We haven’t spoken much since my car accident. He and his wife, Stephanie McMahon, sent me well wishes in the immediate aftermath. Paul had even suggested I sign my current Legends contract so that I didn’t have to worry about money while recovering.
My eyes land on Paul, who’s chatting casually with someone I don’t recognize. He’s in a light brown suit with a chocolate brown tie, looking ready to run another episode of Raw. He always appears rather intimidating, but I know better. Underneath that tough exterior is a calm, kind-hearted boss and family man.
I cautiously approach him, keeping in mind that he’s incredibly busy tonight. I don’t want to take up too much of his time, but I know I need to chat with him for just a minute. I keep my mouth shut until whoever he’s talking to walks away.
“Howdy, stranger!”
Paul looks in my direction and grins. “Olivia! I heard you were around. How are you?”
“I’m good,” I say, accepting his hug. “Wrestlemania was great, by the way. Thanks again for getting me those balcony seats.”
“Thanks,” Paul replies with a small chuckle. “Glad you enjoyed the show, and your seats.”
I nod and swallow hard. “Listen, I know you’re a busy man, but I was hoping we could chat.”
Paul’s grin grows. “I’ve got time right now.”
“Are you sure? If you’re busy-”
“I’m good, Olivia. Here, let’s go somewhere more private”
I follow Paul into his makeshift office. The room is sparsely furnished with a few black fold-up chairs, a black desk, and a black leather office chair. I take a seat on one of the fold-up chairs while Paul takes the office chair after shutting the door beside us.
“So,” he begins, “how have you been?”
“Honestly, I’m great,” I reply, hoping I don’t come off too nervous. “I won’t lie- I still have bad days where I’m in a ton of pain, like this past Friday. Which, side note- I’m so sorry about missing the Hall of Fame because of that.”
“Olivia, don’t say you’re sorry,” Paul insists, his gruff voice turning gentle. “I know you’ve been through a lot.”
I nod. “Well, that kinda ties into what I wanna talk about.”
“Oh, yeah?”
Here goes nothing.
“I want to wrestle again.”
Paul raises his eyebrows and sits back in his seat. “You do?”
Again, I nod. “Truthfully, I only just decided this yesterday, so I haven’t spoken to any doctors to see if it’s even possible. So, this could turn out to be all for nothing. But I won’t know unless I check. I’m willing to undergo all required medical evaluations to see if I’m safe to wrestle. If I am medically cleared, then I wanna come back.”
I watch Paul nod slowly. His silence makes the newfound pit in my stomach grow bigger.
“I don’t even care if I win any titles or not,” I add. “I also don’t have a preference for being on the main roster or going to NXT. At the end of the day, I just want to wrestle again; so long as my body can handle it, of course.”
All of that is true. I’ve won my fair share of titles during my first WWE run, so I’m content with never winning gold again. I also don’t care which brand I’m on. I really miss wrestling in WWE, so I’m willing to do anything and everything to get back in the damn ring.
Paul’s lips curl up into a smile. “I’d love to have you back.”
My stomach does a huge backflip. “Really?”
“Definitely,” Paul says. “I think a lot of the younger talent would benefit from working with you and learning from you. You’re also really easy to work with, and I know many people who joined the main roster in your absence would be happy to have you back. I know you’ll fit right in.”
“I’m so happy to hear that,” I blurt, trying not to sound too enthusiastic.
“That said,” Paul continues, “I know your body’s been put through the fucking ringer. So, I’m going to insist on a lot of scans and whatnot to ensure you’re a hundred percent clear.”
“That’s fine,” I say. “I’m not too worried about my prosthetic leg, to be honest with you. It’s my back that I’m more worried about, ‘cause of the spinal fusion.”
“Me too. So, I’ll make some phone calls and get some medical evaluations scheduled for you in the coming weeks. I know you have another book coming out in July- were you hoping to return before or after that?”
“I’d love to come back soon, but I also wanna do whatever’s easiest for everyone else.”
Paul chuckles and shakes his head. “You can come back whenever you want, Olivia.”
I laugh. “I don’t mind if I have to juggle wrestling and my book- really. I want to keep busy. I know my boyfriend will understand.”
I suddenly blush when I mention Matt off-hand. But Paul doesn’t react.
“Alright, then,” he remarks. “Let’s see how your medical evaluations look, and then we’ll figure out the logistics of your return- a new contract, when you’ll return, the whole nine yards.”
“Sounds good,” I say.
Paul studies me. “You don’t sound too happy.”
I sigh as the fact of my mental health struggles pop up in my mind. Now is the time for me to tell him before I try to come back to wrestling. If Paul doesn’t feel comfortable with me wrestling with depression and PTSD, I might as well find out now instead of later.
“It’s not that. It’s just…there’s one thing I want you to know,” I say slowly.
Paul doesn’t speak, so I continue despite the pit in my stomach growing.
“A few months after my accident,” I start, “I started seeing a psychiatrist. She diagnosed me with depression and PTSD, and I take medication to manage it. It shouldn’t affect my wrestling, but…well, I think you deserve to know. If you don’t think I should wrestle because of it-”
“Time out.”
My words die in my throat. I watch Paul harden his stare, which makes me shrink in my seat.
“Olivia, I would never stop you from wrestling over that. If you’re not medically clear due to your injuries, then yeah, I’m gonna stop you. But I would never tell you or anyone else that they shouldn’t wrestle because of depression or PTSD. Sure, if it was negatively affecting your well-being, then we’d have to have a chat. I know you’re smart and have a good enough head on your shoulders, though. You always have.”
It’s taking every ounce of inner strength to not cry in front of my boss. Instead, I nod several times and flash a relieved smile.
“You were scared to tell me,” Paul states matter-of-factly.
“I’m scared to tell a lot of people, not just you,” I confess. “I don’t know if that’s less offensive for you.”
Paul chuckles. “I’m not offended.”
“Good,” I say, exhaling slowly. “Thank you for taking some time to talk to me, even though you’re really busy tonight.”
“It’s not a problem,” Paul replies, pulling himself out of his chair.
I also stand and shake his hand. “Thank you for everything.”
“You’re welcome. I had a feeling you would want to come back eventually. That’s why I wanted you to sign that Legends deal.”
I find myself snickering at the revelation. “It took a long while for that to happen.”
Paul shrugs. “Better late than never.”
We hug briefly before Paul opens the door. He gestures for me to exit first, which I do.
“Also,” I pipe up as we return to the hallway, “I would like the prospect of me returning to the ring to be kept very quiet for now. I’m not going to tell anyone ‘cause I don’t wanna get people’s hopes up.”
“Makes sense. Does anyone know besides you and me?”
“Just my boyfriend. I know he won’t blab about it, though. I trust him.”
Paul grins again. “You’re happy?”
I know exactly what he’s referring to with that inquiry.
“Extremely so,” I answer. I can’t stop myself from smiling from ear to ear as I speak.
“Good,” Paul says, nodding. “I’ll have someone in WWE be in touch once those medical evaluations are organized.”
I thank him again and then hug him goodbye. Paul walks to the left while I stroll forward to find my friends.
I can barely contain my excitement as I wander backstage. I want to scream and jump over Paul wanting to welcome me back to wrestling with open arms. But I know I need to not get ahead of myself. If it turns out that I’m not medically cleared to wrestle again, then all this excitement will have been wasted. So, I make a mental note to not share my recent conversation with Paul to anyone I chat with today.
My gaze settles on Demi, Gionna, and Victoria chatting amongst themselves at an otherwise empty table. They’re all dressed and made up for Raw, complete with full faces of makeup and ring gear. Demi’s title sits on the table in front of her.
“Hey, ladies!” I call out.
Three heads whip over at me at almost the same time. Demi and Victoria smile wide while Gionna shrieks and races over to hug me.
“She’s here, she’s here, she’s here!” she squeals, her voice getting louder.
“Yes, I’m here,” I say. I pause to check my watch- there’s still plenty of time before the show begins. “Sorry, I just got hung up.”
“It’s okay!” Gionna exclaims as she drags me to the others. “How are you?”
“Good, good,” I reply. “I forgot to say so before, but I’m so sorry I missed the Hall of Fame the other night. I woke up with a nasty bout of chronic pain, and I just…I couldn’t do it.”
“Shit, dude,” Demi remarks, her body rigid in her seat. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Don’t apologize for that!” Victoria chimes in, pulling her eyebrows together and crossing her arms.
“It’s not like you can help it,” Gionna adds in a gentle voice.
Despite their reassurances, I hug my body and look down at the ground. “I was really hoping to be there.”
“Don’t even worry about it, mate,” Demi interrupts before nudging me playfully. “I just feel bad you were stuck alone in your hotel room.”
I look up with a newfound grin. “I wasn’t alone- Matt stayed.”
All three women raise their eyebrows, which makes me giggle.
“I didn’t make him,” I continue. “He just…insisted.”
“No way!” Gionna gasps.
I nod before recalling how he helped me to shower, as well as put on my prosthetic leg for me and dress me- all without being annoyed over my flare-up. Then I reveal how Matt turned down my offer of attending the Hall of Fame alone, even after I insisted I would be okay.
“I truly wouldn’t have been upset if he went,” I explain. “I told him that I didn’t want him to miss out on it and to have fun.”
I pause to snicker. “Then he said, and I quote, ‘But it won’t be as fun without you.’”
Demi and Victoria widen their eyes while Gionna gasps again, covering her mouth with one hand.
“Yeah, I know,” I tack on. “I still can’t believe he said that.”
“Holy shit,” Victoria remarks, her voice breathy.
“So, yeah, we ended up watching the Hall of Fame from our hote room,” I say with a bemused laugh.
Gionna removes her hand from her mouth, wearing a huge smile. “Girl, I really like your man!”
I grin and twirl a strand of my hair absent-mindedly. “He’s wonderful.”
“I mean, I already liked him after meeting him,” she continues. “But after hearing all that? Yeah, I definitely like him a lot.”
“So do I,” Demi pipes up, matching my grin. “The fact that he chose to be with you and not go to the Hall of Fame…shit, dude. He really cares about you.”
“Definitely,” I remark. “I’m really lucky to be with him.”
“I’ll say,” Victoria says.
“Is he here?” Demi asks.
I shake my head. “He had to fly out this morning so that he could be at the Performance Center bright and early on Tuesday. I guess they need him at NXT then.”
“Fair enough,” Gionna remarks.
I bite my lip. I’m about to reveal the fact that I’ve given Matt a key to my home, but a producer suddenly approaches to tell Demi she’s needed to film a backstage segment. So, I bid her goodbye- as well as Gionna and Victoria- so I can chat with some more people before the show.
I’m still ambling about when my phone goes off in my back pocket. I smile when I see my newest text. I stop walking and stand off to the side so I can respond.
Matt: Just got to your place. Is it cool if I bring Gary here?
Olivia: Of course! I totally expected you to do that.
Matt: Thanks. Would you like me to get Ash from his kennel?
Olivia: Omg you don’t have to
Matt: I don’t mind!
Olivia: Thank you, baby. I’ll call the kennel and see if that works for them.
After a brief phone call, I text Matt to give him the greenlight to pick up As today.
Olivia: Thanks again btw, you don’t have to go out of your way for me.
Matt: I honestly don’t mind
Matt: I miss you so much btw
I roll my eyes.
Olivia: We haven’t even been apart for 24 hours!
Matt: So?
Olivia: You’re unreal
Matt: lol enjoy being at Raw! Love you, baby
Olivia: Thank you, love you
I shove my phone back in my back pocket while quietly laughing to myself.
Just when I think Matt can’t outdo himself, he goes and does something else to raise the bar on being a great boyfriend.
A few minutes after I resume my walk, I find Rebecca reading a script while munching on a half-eaten protein bar. I call her name, making her look up. She waves me over and polishes off her food.
“If you’re busy, I can find someone else to annoy,” I joke.
Rebecca shakes her head. “You’re totally fine! I need a distraction anyway. How are you?”
“Good, good,” I say while hugging her. “Good job again the other night.” I had texted all my friends after their respective matches to praise their in-ring work, regardless of whether they had won or lost.
“Thank you,” Rebecca replies, her eyes briefly glancing at her Women’s Tag Team Championship that sits beside her now discarded script. “Is Matt here too?”
“Nope, just me,” I reply. “Sorry to disappoint.”
Rebecca laughs. “Nah, it’s all good. I do have to say, though- you two are really adorable together.”
“Oh, thank you,” I say with a giggle.
“Seriously!” Rebecca exclaims. “Just the way he looked at you whenever you spoke…he’s really in love with you.”
My smile dies and I knit my eyebrows together. “What do you mean?”
“You didn’t notice?”
“I guess not.”
Rebecca gives me a sideways glance. “Anytime you were talking, Matt looked at you like you were the only other person that existed on the planet. Colby and I may not as well have been there.”
I bite the inside of my cheek. “I’m sorry-”
“No, no, it’s not a bad thing!” Rebecca interjects wildly. “It was honestly really sweet. I can tell from the way he looks at you that he loves you so much.”
My cheeks feel hot, having no doubt that they’re now bright red. “Oh, wow. Well…for what it’s worth, I love him too. I know it’s still kinda early on in our relationship, but still.”
“How long have you two been together?”
“We had our first kiss and our first date on October 22nd, and we’ve been together ever since. So, it’ll be six months this month.”
“And how long were you two talking before you finally decided to meet him?”
I snicker at Rebecca’s phrasing. “For almost a year.”
Rebecca returns my smirk. “So, you two have known each other for…about a year and a half. Am I right?”
“That sounds about right,” I admit. “What’s your point?”
“My point,” Rebecca says, “is that you two have known each other for a good amount of time already. I don’t think it’s too early to fall in love. And besides, everyone goes at their own pace.”
I briefly muse this. “That’s true.”
My eyes fall to the floor again. It takes Rebecca nudging my arm for me to look back at her.
“Did something happen with you and Matt?”
“Oh, no, we’re good.”
“Then what’s going on?”
I take an empty seat as my previous worries of revealing my mental health issues to others resurface. Rebecca is one of many friends who I haven’t admitted these things to despite us getting along so well.
I know I should tell her, as well as everyone else. Telling Paul was both relieving and terrifying all at the same time. But telling my friends is scarier- something I didn’t know was possible. The stakes somehow feel higher.
“Look…I need to confide in you,” I begin. “I know right now is a bad time, so it can wait if need be.”
Rebecca glances at her watch, and then back at me. “I’m all yours.”
“The thing is, I don’t want you telling anyone else,” I add. “Well…I guess you can tell Colby ‘cause you two are husband and wife, and I know keeping secrets from each other isn’t good. But other than that, please don’t blab about this to other people. Not that you’ve ever been the type to do that, but still.”
I’m talking a mile a minute the longer I go. I clamp my mouth shut when Rebecca grabs my wrist and squeezes it.
“Whatever you tell me will stay between us, I promise,” she says firmly. “I won’t utter a word to anyone, including Colby.”
I widen my eyes. “I can’t ask you to-”
Rebecca holds a hand up. “Yes, you can. Now, spill!”
Realizing I can’t stall any longer, I tell Rebecca everything- how my 2020 car accident massively impacted my mental health, leading me to neglect my basic needs such as eating and sleeping and become a husk of a human being. I also explain how I hate when others think I’m strong because it makes me feel like I can’t fall apart on my worst days. I reveal that I started seeing a psychiatrist in 2021 at Saraya’s insistence after being a zombie while attending that year’s Wrestlemania, which led to my diagnoses and medication.
As I continue talking, I feel myself getting choked up with shame. Tears well up in my eyes, so I take a deep breath to compose myself. I can’t look at Rebecca the whole time.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” I say after finishing my explanation. “I have different reasons for not telling people until now. With you, I knew you had your hands full with being a new mom and all the struggles that come with that. It felt wrong to dump all my bullshit on you during what was supposed to be one of the happiest times of your life. And I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner. I hate myself for keeping this in so long. I understand if you’re angry with me, or if you feel like I’ve been lying to you.”
I cover my face with my hands and exhale loudly. Now that this is out in the open to a good friend, my chest feels lighter than before. Yet the fear of Rebecca’s reaction is ever present in my mind.
“Olivia.”
I’m so lost in thought that it takes me a moment to realize Rebecca is calling my name. I snap my head up to find her staring back with glistening eyes.
“I’m not angry at you, nor do I feel like you’ve been lying to me,” she reveals after giving my wrist another squeeze. “I appreciate you telling me all this, I do. It takes strength to tell people these things. I know it couldn’t have been easy.”
“I feel like I’m letting people down,” I admit, my voice weak.
“You’re not letting me down,” Rebecca insists. “And honestly? I can’t imagine you letting anyone down with this. If someone tells you that you did that, tell ‘em to go fuck themselves.”
I crack up. “Will do.”
“Good,” Rebecca says. “If you don’t mind me asking, how is your mental health these days?”
“It’s good for the most part,” I reply. “I still struggle with it some days, which sucks. But I’m doing way better than I was before starting therapy and meds.”
“I’m really glad to hear that. You deserve to be happy after everything you’ve been through.”
“Thank you. I am happy with my life. My writing career is doing well, I have great friends, and an amazing boyfriend who loves me as much as I love him.”
I blush again when I realize what I just said. Rebecca loudly cackles at my lovestruck admission while I groan.
“I’ve never seen you like this before, Olivia!”
“Shut up.”
Rebecca raises her hands defensively. “I’m just saying- you look really happy, that’s all!”
A stupid smile appears on my face. “Thanks, girl.”
Just then, a producer appears to let Rebecca know that Colby is looking for her. I take this as my cue to say goodbye and leave her alone for the night.
“Thank you for being so kind,” I say after we exchange goodbyes.
“Of course,” Rebecca replies. “And please don’t feel that you can’t tell people about your mental health. A true friend will understand and love you, no matter what.”
“That’s true,” I remark.
“By the way- I like Matt a lot. You two are great together.”
“Oh, thank you.”
Once Rebecca is off to find her husband, I find the nearest monitor and settle in long before the show is set to begin.
***
After a long nonstop flight from Los Angeles, California to Orlando, Florida, I make it home by mid-afternoon on Tuesday. A combination of a lack of sleep and jet lag plague my whole body, making each movement slow and my brain work even slower. Despite all this, I make it home, eager to see the dogs and Matt.
My heart sinks when I notice Matt’s car isn’t in my driveway. I know he had to go to the Performance Center earlier than usual, yet I had hoped we would run into each other beforehand.
I wait until I’m parked to text him.
Olivia: Just got home, see you tonight! Love you
Matt: Glad you made it home safe. Can’t wait to see you too. Love you more!
Laughing, I get out of the car and enter my home. I greet both dogs before spending lots of time unpacking and getting everything organized.
It isn’t until a few hours later, when I enter my kitchen to figure out dinner, that I see a fresh bouquet of sunflowers sitting in a glass vase on the counter. I pluck the card sticking out and read the familiar handwriting.
Hope this brightens your day!
Love,
Matt
Beaming, I smell the gorgeous flowers. While they won’t wake me up, they make returning home a bit better.
After I have dinner and walk the dogs, I get situated on my couch so I can watch NXT. Matt is on briefly, his appearance making me smile. It also makes me ache to see him again. I bundle up underneath the throw blanket with a sad sigh once the show cuts away from his face.
I have no idea when I fall asleep curled up in a ball on the couch with the dogs. The next thing I do know is I’m startled awake from a dead sleep by Gary’s shrill barking. I quickly check the time on my phone and see that it’s almost midnight.
I lift my head to find Matt standing in the entry way, shushing Gary in a low voice. I lift one arm up so he can see me. He spots me and drops his things to join me on the couch.
“Hey,” I greet.
“Hey, sweet girl. Were you asleep?”
“Yeah, I must’ve fallen asleep during NXT. I did catch you on the show though.”
Matt chuckles. “That’s good to hear.”
I join in on his laughter. “Thank you for the note you left for me in the hotel, as well as the flowers and accompanying note in the kitchen. You really know how to make me smile.”
“You’re welcome, baby,” Matt says. “I always wanna make you smile.”
I giggle when he pounces on top of me and begins kissing my lips. My eyes are closed as we make out for God knows how long. It doesn’t feel raunchy or over the top; it’s more sweet and intimate. My hands hold onto Matt’s face as we carry on for a long while.
“I missed you so fucking much,” he says when we finally come up for air.
“Yeah, I figured,” I joke.
We share another kiss before Matt rests his head on my chest. I kiss the crowd of his head and place one hand in his hair.
“I also missed you,” I tack on.
Matt chuckles and lifts his head to meet my gaze. “Happy to be home?”
“Very,” I say. “How were things here?”
“Good! Ash and Gary didn’t trash the place, so I call it a win.”
“Thank Christ they didn’t.”
Matt laughs again. But this time, I notice something isn’t quite right with him. The nerves I had noticed in him back in Los Angeles are present again. His eyes appear shifty too, causing my stomach to churn.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Yeah, I’m good,” Matt answers. “It’s just been a long day, that’s all. I was actually gonna get ready for bed. And judging from the fact that you were asleep just now, I’m guessing you’re gonna wanna go to bed too.”
I abruptly yawn and rub my eyes. “Yeah, I should. Although I was hoping we could chat a little longer.”
“It’s alright, we’ll talk tomorrow,” Matt says, his tone light-hearted. “I’m off all day, so we can spend the day together, if you’d like.”
“I’d like that,” I reply.
Once we make it upstairs, we take turns getting ready for bed. We wish each other goodnight and settle in to fall asleep.
Minutes before I pass out, my mind fixates on Matt’s odd demeanour. It feels as though he’s hiding something, but I can’t figure out what it is.
Whatever it might be, I’m determined to get to the bottom of it sooner rather than later.
The Online Connection (Grayson Waller x Female OC) WWE Fanfic - Chapter 34
Synposis:
WWE Superstar Olivia Parker hasn't had it easy. After a horrific car accident resulted in losing part of her right leg and a spinal fusion, her long wrestling career has been put on hold indefinitely. Fortunately, a group of good friends and lots of therapy have her on the path to creating a (somewhat) normal life.
Like so many other people, Olivia spends way too much time scrolling on TikTok. It's there that she comes across NXT Superstar Grayson Waller late one night. A split decision results in them forging an online connection that's both electric and hilarious.
As time passes, one thing becomes clear- the connection between Olivia and Grayson is undeniable. Between banter, social media posts, and late-night DMs, there's something slowly building up to be more.
But what happens when that online connection goes offline?
Content warnings: Car accident, injuries sustained in car accident, death of a loved one (from years ago), mental health struggles, past trauma, explicit sexual content (praise, body worship, masturbation)
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Matt - April 2023
My unsanctioned match with Johnny Gargano at NXT Stand & Deliver ends with me losing, but I refuse to dwell on it. I want to enjoy Wrestlemania weekend with Olivia instead.
“I should apologize in advance,” she says as we’re driving to SoFi Stadium for the first night of the show.
“For what?” I ask, briefly glancing away from the road to shoot her a puzzled look.
“There are a lot of people who are gonna want to say hi to me,” Olivia reveals with a small giggle. “Because I missed last year’s Wrestlemania, many Superstars will want to chat with me and know how I’m doing. It might get annoying, so I’m sorry for that.”
I chuckle. “You’re apologizing for wanting to say hi to your friends?”
“And other co-workers too.”
“Baby, you don’t need to say sorry for that.”
Olivia sighs softly and smooths the fabric of her bright red halter jumpsuit . “I just don’t want you to think I’m ignoring you or putting them first.”
I can’t help but chuckle again when the newfound realization sets in. “So, you’re Little Miss Popular, huh?”
At this, Olivia bursts out laughing. “Uh…I guess you could say that, yeah.”
“That’s alright with me,” I say.
As it turns out, Olivia is way more popular than I thought.
We’re only backstage for less than five minutes when Liv Morgan spots us from several feet away. She gasps and drags Victoria González, AKA Raquel Rodriguez- whose back had been facing us- with a wide smile. Victoria is doing her best to fight off a growing smirk.
“Hey, gorgeous!” Liv squeals before tackling Olivia in a big hug.
“Hey, gorgeous!” Olivia replies, her voice loud and joyful.
Liv suddenly pulls away. “Hey, Olivia’s boyfriend!”
I laugh, but Olivia gasps.
“He has a name, you know,” she remarks.
“We know,” Victoria says after hugging her. She then sizes me up. “Good to see you again, Matt!”
“Likewise,” I reply, giving her a wave. While we weren’t friends when she was in NXT, Victoria and I get along well enough.
“I’m Gionna,” Liv pipes up. “It’s nice to finally meet you!”
“Nice to meet you too. I’m Grayson Waller,” I say, shaking her hand, “but this amazing woman calls me Matt.”
Olivia clears her throat and glares at me with disbelief. I brush it off while her friends raise their eyebrows at my words.
“So,” Gionna says, her grin turning sly, “Olivia has told us so much about you.”
“Good things only,” Olivia chimes in.
“Of course,” Gionna adds.
“I’m glad to hear,” I say.
“You two look so cute!” Victoria exclaims, beaming.
“Oh, thanks,” Olivia replies with a shy giggle.
I quickly kiss the side of her head, not caring who sees. “Thank you, mate.”
Gionna abruptly whips her head to the left, and then frantically waves over someone. I look to where her eyes are locked on.
Rhea Ripley strolls over, her smile small. She says hi to Olivia before spotting me.
“It’s nice to meet a fellow Aussie,” I say with a larger grin. “I’m Matt.”
“Demi Bennett.”
“Demi is my second favourite Australian,” Olivia remarks as I’m shaking Demi’s hand.
I cackle while Gionna and Victoria howl with laughter. Demi scowls at my girlfriend, crossing her arms over her chest.
“I didn’t tell her to say that, for the record,” I say while trying to catch my breath from laughing so hard.
“Uh, yeah, you did,” Olivia replies. “You don’t remember?”
My eyes go wide and I quickly shake my head. “What the fuck? I never said that!”
Demi laughs. “She’s messing with you, mate.”
I look at Olivia, who has one hand covering her mouth in a feeble attempt to conceal more laughter. I shake my head and scowl.
“I’m sorry, I had to,” she says in between snickering.
“Glad to know she gives you a hard time too,” Gionna pipes up.
“All the time,” I reveal. “But I don’t mind. She’s pretty damn funny.”
Olivia smirks. “Glad you’ve got that figured out.”
I chuckle and wrap an arm around her shoulders. Olivia relaxes into my touch with ease.
“I caught your match by the way,” Victoria says. “You did really good!”
“Thanks, mate,” I reply.
“I cringed a few times at some of the really nasty spots,” Olivia confesses as her head swivels so she’s looking right in my eye. “I’m just glad he’s okay.”
I kiss her head again. “I’m tougher than I look. Aussies are built different.”
Demi laughs. “You got that right, mate! Ugh, I wish I could chat more, but I need to get ready for my match.”
“Yes, of course!” Olivia says before hugging her friend tightly. She whispers something into her ear- I don’t catch what- before Demi looks over at me.
“It was nice to meet ya, mate!”
“Yeah, likewise,” I say. “Good luck in your match tonight.”
“Thanks,” Demi replies with a nod.
“We should get going too,” Olivia pipes up. “There are a few more people I wanna say hi too. I hope that’s okay.”
Gionna pouts for a second, only to smile soon after. “It’s all good! So nice to finally meet you, Matt.”
I nod and grin. “Same here. Good to see you again, Victoria.”
“Yeah, totally,” Victoria chimes in.
Olivia hugs her friends goodbye and I wave at them, and then we saunter off deeper backstage. My hand finds hers, which she accepts without a second thought. Her touch is warmer than mine.
After a few minutes of this, Olivia points to a spot off in the distance.
“Hey, Dom!”
Dominik Mysterio glances up from his phone and smiles wide in our direction. He sets his phone down as Olivia hustles over, with me trailing behind.
“It’s so good to see you!” she exclaims, hugging him.
“Good to see you too,” Dominik says. He pauses to break away, which is when he spots me. “You’re Grayson?”
“Sorry,” Olivia says, her tone laced with guilt. She holds my hand again. “Dom, this is my boyfriend, Matt.”
Dominik and I exchange introductions and a handshake.
“It’s nice to finally meet the greatest Mysterio of all time,” I remark, smirking.
At this, Dominik laughs. “Thank you!”
Olivia suddenly clears her throat. “Babe, this is Dominik, not Rey.”
Dominik scoffs.
“I know who I’m talking to,” I say casually. “That’s why I said the greatest Mysterio of all time, not the most worn down.”
At this, Dominik cackles. I raise my eyebrows and smirk as Olivia curses under her breath.
“Olivia was right- you and I are gonna get along just fine,” Dominik remarks.
“Yeah, I should’ve seen this coming,” Olivia says in defeat. “Dom is my annoying little brother, so we love to trash talk each other.” She pauses to grin at me. “Don’t worry- you’re still my favourite person to talk a lot of shit to.”
I return her grin. “Good.”
“So,” Dominik interjects, “Olivia told me you two have been together for a while now.”
“Yeah, since October,” I confirm, looking away from Olivia to focus back on him.
“He’s pretty great,” Olivia adds. She then returns her gaze to Dominik. “Are you excited to face your dad tonight?”
“Excited and nervous,” Dominik admits, swallowing hard.
Olivia gives his arm a squeeze. “You’ve got this shit, okay? I know you can do it, and I know your dad thinks you can do it too. You’re gonna kill it.”
Dominik nods. “Thanks.”
“For what it’s worth, I agree with everything she just said,” I pipe up. “And it’s not just because she’s my girlfriend.”
Olivia looks at me with narrowed eyes. “Really?”
Dominik snickers. “Thanks, man.”
“Dom!”
A young woman with long, dark brown hair runs over in a flash. I immediately recognize her from having watched WWE for many years.
“Hey, Aalyah!” Olivia says, waving.
“Oh, hey!” Aalyah Gutiérrez greets, hugging her.
Olivia suddenly frowns. “If I’m keeping Dom-”
“Nah, I was just coming over to annoy him,” Aalyah admits with a smirk.
Dominik glares at both women before frowning at me. “Since when do I have two sisters to annoy the hell out of me?”
“Doesn’t matter,” Olivia says, “‘cause you’re stuck with both of us.”
“I’ll pray for you, dude,” I chime in.
“Thanks, man,” Dominik says, giving me a bro handshake.
“Aalyah, this is my boyfriend, Grayson Waller,” Olivia says, gesturing at me like I’m a prize being presented on TV.
“You can call me Matt,” I offer. While I don’t mind being introduced by my ring name, I don’t want Olivia’s friends to feel like they can’t get to know me past my WWE character.
“Nice to meet you!” Aalyah says while we shake hands. She then turns her attention back to Olivia. “Wanna quickly say hi to our mom?”
“Of course!” Olivia replies. “Your mother has always been nice to me.”
“I think she likes you more than me,” Dominik grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” Olivia deadpans. She then bursts out laughing. “I’m kidding! She definitely likes you and your real sister more.”
Dominik doesn’t look convinced, but he chuckles anyway.
Once the two women are gone, I level my stare with Dominik. He’s only a bit shorter than me, with arms almost entirely covered in various tattoos. He rakes a hand through his dark mullet with a sigh.
“I know we just met, but I truly agree with Olivia about what she said,” I say. “You’re great, dude, like…holy shit.”
“Thanks, man,” Dominik replies. “I hope you don’t mind her and I talking like that. It not only makes me laugh- it also makes me less nervous. I don’t know why, it just does.”
“Nah, you’re good, brother,” I say. “I trust Olivia completely. And if she trusts you, then so do I.”
Dominik raises his eyebrows. “Oh, wow. Sounds like you two are pretty serious.”
“You could say that,” I admit as a nervous chuckle escapes me. I’m not going to embarrass my girlfriend or myself by revealing too much about our relationship. While the fact that we’re together has been common knowledge for a few weeks now, I still want to keep some stuff between us and us only.
“She’s really nice,” Dominik says, his tone suddenly taking a serious turn. “When I started in WWE, a lot of the guys weren’t so…welcoming, to say the least. I don’t blame ‘em- I was brought in by my dad, and he helped me a lot. I knew how it looked, so I get why some of the other Superstars weren’t thrilled to have me.
“The second I met Olivia, though, she was so nice and welcomed me with open arms. She sat with me in catering, made sure to include me with her friends, and always made time to talk to me. Hell, she defended me to other guys who thought I didn’t belong. She even helped me with my wrestling, and even went to bat when my dad thought I wasn’t ready for my debut match.”
His admission could knock me over with a feather. “Holy shit, dude.”
Dominik nods. “I know. And I didn’t ask her to do any of those things! She just…did them. And she never asked for anything in return too.”
My heart swells in my chest. Olivia has been kind to me from the moment we started talking over social media, albeit in far different ways. She shared Duets of my TikToks, commented on them, and responded to my DMs in the very beginning because she could. I never sought her out or asked for her to acknowledge my existence. But by doing all those things, she helped me feel like I belonged in WWE at a time when I was still relatively new to the company.
“She’s pretty amazing,” I blurt.
Dominik chuckles, and my face turns red. I clear my throat and roll my shoulders.
“Sorry, sorry,” I laugh off.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone else you said that,” Dominik says. “So, yeah, we’re pretty good friends.”
“I had no idea,” I admit sheepishly. “I mean, she mentioned you two were friends a while back. I guess I just didn’t realize how close you two are. But given what you said, it makes sense.”
Before I can say another word, I spot Olivia approaching from behind Dominik. I smile as I watch her twirl her wavy red hair with a smile of her own.
“Speak of the devil,” I call out.
“You two seem to be hitting it off,” she says once she’s closer.
“I like him more than you,” Dominik reveals, chuckling.
“That’s funny, ‘cause I like Matt way more than you,” Olivia counters.
Dominik scowls while I burst out laughing. I wrap an arm around her shoulders and kiss the side of her head. Notes of hairspray and citrus perfume tickle my note, making me smile.
“You suck,” Dominik remarks with a pout.
Olivia rolls her eyes. “And on that note, it’s time for us to go chat with some nicer people.”
I laugh harder than last time, tears nearly pricking the corners of my eyes.
“Goodbye, you two,” Dominik deadpans.
I shake his hand, and then Olivia hugs him. We both wish him good luck on his match tonight before walking away.
“Dominik spoke very highly of you,” I reveal once we’re out of earshot of him.
Olivia raises her eyebrows as she grabs my hand. “Did he?”
“Yeah, he told me how nice you were when he joined WWE and whatnot.”
“I don’t like people being excluded, that’s all.”
I chuckle at how nonchalant Olivia is over this. “You don’t think it’s a big deal?”
She shrugs. “It shouldn’t be a big deal to treat someone who’s new to this business or new to WWE with kindness.”
I muse this for a moment. “Fair point.”
For the next hour before the show, I meet more of Olivia’s friends and other people she has known during her time in WWE. Some of them- Asuka, Bayley, Bianca Belair, Natalya, and Shayna Baszler- don’t surprise me. Others- namely Cody Rhodes and The New Day- blow my mind. All the guys treat her like a little sister, asking how she’s doing and silently sizing me up. I push my nerves to the side and put my best self forward by keeping our previous banter at bay. I don’t want a misunderstanding to cause her friends to dislike me.
We soon find our seats about half an hour before the show is set to begin. Olivia must have pulled some strings because we’re on a private balcony up fairly high. Most of the crowd is either below us or stuck in the nosebleed sections.
I get a beer and Olivia gets a glass of water. The California sun beats down on us, trying to compete with the lights for brightness. It’s definitely warm, but it’s not so hot that I’m at risk of sweating through my light blue dress shirt, navy blue tartan suit, light blue tie, and black dress shoes. Though I do take my suit jacket off and rest it on a nearby chair.
“You clean up well, by the way,” Olivia remarks.
“Thank you, baby,” I reply. “But you look so beautiful, baby. This outfit was made for you.”
Olivia blushes. “Oh, thank you.”
I take her hand in mine and pull her into my chest. “I’m glad you’re feeling better too.”
At this, Olivia looks up with a small frown. “I’m so sorry about yesterday, I really am.”
“You don’t need to apologize, baby.”
“I just feel awful.”
I sigh as I push some hair from Olivia’s face, remembering how much pain she had been in from the moment she woke up.
I had already been awake for a while, and decided to get a workout in while she continued sleeping. I had no clue anything was wrong until I returned from the gym.
When I opened the door to our room, I spotted Olivia trying to crawl her way out of bed amidst pained gasps. I dropped my things and hustled over.
“What’s wrong?”
Olivia’s voice was small. “Chronic pain flare-up.”
My heart sank watching her try to push the covers off her and get out of bed- something I do every day without a second thought. For Olivia, any movement made her visibly wince, even though she was going at a snail’s pace.
“Here, let me help you,” I insisted after she gasped in agony.
“I just need to get my stupid leg on.”
I glanced at her prosthetic leg, which was leaning against the wall beside her night stand. I passed it to her. Olivia bent over to put it on, only to cry out in pain again.
“Why don’t I put it on for you?” I offered.
OIivia shot me a look of disbelief. “You don’t know how to do it, though.”
“It’s as good a time as ever to learn,” I retorted. “Unless you’re not comfortable with me doing that.”
“Honestly,” Olivia said with a heavy sigh, “you’d be doing me a huge favour by putting my prosthetic leg on. But I actually wanna shower first, so let’s hold off on it.”
“Want me to shower with you, just so I can help?” I asked. “That’s the only reason why I’m asking, I swear.” I didn’t want her to think I was trying to get lucky.
A faint smirk grew on her face. “I won’t say no to that.”
We showered together, with me quickly washing myself and then taking my time washing Olivia so as to not aggravate her pain. Once that was done, I dried her off and carried her out of the shower to sit on a nearby bench. After getting her dried off, I left to grab her prosthetic leg.
“Thank you for doing this,” she piped up when I returned to the bathroom.
I looked up with a kind smile. “Anytime, baby.”
I listened intently as she explained how to slip on the silicone liner over the remainder of her right leg, insert it into the prosthetic’s socket, and then secure its suspension. Then I slowly helped Olivia up so she could make sure it felt comfortable.
“You good?” I asked.
“My leg feels good,” Olivia replied as she moved it about. “Thanks again.”
“Anytime,” I echoed. “Lemme get you some clothes.”
“Thanks. Just grab whatever,” Olivia said.
I grabbed her a pair of underwear and black pajama shorts, as well as a black T-shirt of mine. Olivia snickered upon seeing the latter.
“You said to grab whatever,” I argued playfully as I slipped the article of clothing over her head.
Olivia grinned as the shirt swallowed her body, hitting her mid-thigh. “Hey, I’m not about to argue.”
Once we were both dressed, I carefully carried her back to bed at her request. Then I sat beside her at arm’s length.
“Of all the days to have a fucking flare-up, it had to be on the day of the goddamn WWE Hall of Fame,” she whined after sitting up under the plush white duvet.
I placed one hand on her face, using my thumb to stroke her cheek. “I hate this for you.”
Olivia frowned. “I hate it even more, trust me.”
I nodded wordlessly.
“I can’t go to the Hall of Fame in this much pain,” she continued, her voice smaller than before. “I’d love to go, I really do. But I can’t fucking walk around in my hotel room, and I know it’s not gonna get better by tonight. I’m sorry, I was so excited to go-”
“Don’t even worry about it,” I interrupted before planting a tender kiss on her forehead.
“You should go without me.”
It was my turn to frown. “You want me to go without you?”
“I’m sure WWE will want you to go to the Hall of Fame. Plus, you’ll get the chance to meet a lot of other Superstars. I won’t be upset about it.”
I tried to picture going to the Hall of Fame solo, tagging along with some NXT Superstars on the red carpet. But the more I thought about it, the less appealing the idea became. I wanted to go to the Hall of Fame with my girlfriend, not by myself or with my mates.
“No.”
Olivia’s frown deepened. “Sorry?”
“I’m not going,” I said. “I’m staying here with you.”
“What? Matt, no. I’ll be fine.”
I shook my head. “I would much rather be here.”
Olivia’s eyes narrowed. “I said I’ll be fine. And besides, I don’t wanna get you in trouble with work.”
“They’ll understand, especially if I say it’s ‘cause you’re not feeling well.”
“Matthew.”
My spine stiffened at her using my full first name.
“Olivia, I insist. You’re not a bother or anything like that, okay? And as far as work goes, this is a good reason to skip the Hall of Fame. It’s not like I’m hungover or just don’t feel like going,” I argued.
Olivia sighed. “I just know you were really looking forward to tonight. I don’t want you to miss out on going to such a cool event. I’m sure you’ll have fun there.”
“Maybe,” I said. “But it won’t be as fun without you.”
The last sentence came out before I could stop myself. I held my breath as I watched Olivia’s eyes widened. She stared blankly until an exasperated laugh escaped her.
“Seriously?”
I slowly exhaled and nodded. “Absolutely. I don’t care about going to a red carpet event. I care about going to a red carpet event with my amazing girlfriend.”
Olivia smiled for the first time today. “You’re too good to me, baby.”
“No, I’m not,” I argued. “I’m just trying to take care of you.”
“Well, it means a lot,” Olivia said. “So, thank you, sweetheart.”
“Anytime,” I replied, leaning down to kiss her forehead again.
Fortunately, WWE wasn’t upset when I explained why neither of us could make it out to the Hall of Fame. I had to go to a signing in the afternoon, but then came straight back to the hotel afterwards. We ordered room service for dinner in the evening, and then watched Smackdown and then the Hall of Fame from the comfort of our hotel room.
Given how much pain she appeared to be in the whole day, my decision to not attend the event was a good call on my part.
“You shouldn’t feel awful,” I say now, leaning in close so she could hear me over the loud buzzing of the crowd. “You’re feeling better, and we’re here together.”
Olivia smiles. “Well, thank you.”
Once the show is underway, we both watch it intensely. Yet my eyes drift over to Olivia more than once. Her energy while watching each match rivals the rest of the crowd. She cheers for all the women in the tag-team match, cheers for Seth “Freakin’” Rollins, boos the hell out of Dominik anytime he does anytime good, cheers for Rey Mysterio when he beats his son, and screams loudly when Demi wins the Smackdown Women’s Championship. I’m clapping when I catch tears welling up in her eyes.
“Sorry, I’m just so proud,” Olivia explains with an apologetic laugh. “Demi’s worked so fucking hard for that title, and to become a Grand Slam Champion too. I’m just so fucking happy for her.”
I squeeze her shoulder and kiss her head. “It’s okay, baby.”
I study Olivia’s face, a mixture of shock and pride. A part of me wants to ask if she misses being in the ring, but I hold my tongue. I’m not touching that subject, especially when she’s in such a good mood.
When the show finally ends, Olivia gets us out of the arena through a back door. It makes our walk to the rental car a bit far, but we manage to avoid the sea of people trying to get out of SoFi Stadium.
My ears are still ringing from the loud music and cheering from the show as Olivia drives us back to our hotel. Traffic is slow going at first but clears up quick, thanks in large part to her taking some side streets.
“You know your way around here pretty well,” I remark.
“I’ve been in and around LA a lot ‘cause Saraya lives here,” Olivia reveals. “I have some tricks up my sleeve to get through the bullshit that is LA traffic.”
“Thank God,” I chuckle.
Once we return to our hotel, we waste no time heading up to our room. My body is slow and heavy, likely a combination of my brutal match earlier today and the two beers I consumed tonight. My back, arms and legs carry a dull ache that refuses to go away.
“What do you have going on tomorrow?” Olivia asks once we’re inside our hotel room.
“Just a signing in the afternoon,” I answer. “So, I’m gonna skip the gym tomorrow and sleep in a little.”
“You should, especially after the match you had today,” Olivia says.
Just as I loosen my tie, she grabs it and pulls me in for a kiss. I stop her short by placing one hand on her shoulder.
“I’m not in the mood tonight.”
“That’s fine. I just wanted to tell you how proud I am of your performance in the ring today. You fucking killed it at Stand & Deliver, sweetheart.”
I kiss her lips and then flash her a small smile. “Thank you, baby. I love you, you know?”
“I know,” Olivia replies. “And I love you too.”
She then goes to the bathroom to get ready for bed, and I do the same once she’s out. I exit the bathroom several minutes later to find her sitting in bed, staring at her lap.
“A dollar for your thoughts?” I inquire as I join her.
Olivia jumps and whips her head towards me. “Sorry, I didn’t even hear you.”
“No worries, I just came in,” I say, chuckling. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, just thinking.”
“Do you wanna talk about it?”
I watch Olivia hesitate, her eyes fluttering back to her lap.
“You don’t have to, if you don’t wanna,” I tack on.
“It’s just…” Olivia exhales slowly and looks back at me. “Look, if I tell you, can you please, please, please keep it between us? Like, you cannot breathe a fucking word of this to anyone. Oh, and I don’t want you to get too excited either.”
I raise my eyebrows and smirk.
“I’m dead fucking serious,” Olivia adds with an edge in her voice.
“I promise,” I insist. “I’m just super curious about what’s going on in your head.”
Olivia nods. “Being backstage and watching Wrestlemania in-person…I thought it would be too hard; like, too painful to deal with. But all of it- seeing my friends, wishing them good luck before their matches, feeling the crowd cheer and boo- it all felt so nice. And it also makes me miss wrestling so much. I’ve missed it since I had to stop because of that stupid car accident.”
My smirk fades. I reach over to grab one of her hands, interlocking my fingers with hers. and give it a gentle squeeze.
“I haven’t tried to wrestle again since the accident,” she continues. “The thought crossed my mind a lot in 2021. But then I got my publishing deal for The Cottage. I told myself that writing would fill the void left from wrestling; and it kinda did. I mean, I love writing, and I love being an author. I’m truly happy with that part of my life. Yet I still miss wrestling so, so much. Every time I watch a wrestling match, it hurts a little that I’m not doing that. I miss the crowds, I miss working and traveling with my friends, I miss being in the ring. I just miss it all so much.”
I stay quiet and give OIivia’s hand another squeeze. Her eyes brim with tears as she exhales again.
“And tonight got me thinking- maybe I should try to make a comeback.”
It takes everything in me to contain my excitement at this prospect. Despite my best efforts, my face breaks out into a big smile.
“I said, don’t get too excited,” Olivia repeats
“I’m trying, I swear,” I insist.
Olivia snickers. “There’s no telling if WWE will even clear me for in-ring action. I honestly haven’t spoken to any doctor about the idea of wrestling again in almost two years. I know WWE will throw every test my way to make sure that my body can handle wrestling. It’s not even my leg that I’m worried about- it’s my back. I got a spinal fusion ‘cause of the three dislodged vertebrae caused by my car accident, and I’ve gone to great lengths to take extra care of my body since. So, I just don’t know if it can handle wrestling.”
“That makes sense,” I interrupt.
“And that’s why I don’t want you to get excited, or to tell anyone about this,” Olivia adds. “I don’t want this to spread and get everyone excited, only for my doctor or WWE to say that I’m not cleared.”
I nod vigorously. “I understand, baby. I promise to not tell anyone.”
“Thank you,” Olivia says as she blinks back tears.
“And listen,” I pipe up, “I want you to know that I’m so fucking proud of you for trying to return to wrestling. Even if it turns out that you can’t, I’m proud that you’re at least trying. Because honestly, I’d love to see you wrestle again. But if it doesn’t happen, please don’t feel like you’re letting me down, because you haven’t.”
A rouge tear streaks Olivia’s cheek. “I really appreciate you saying that, baby. And I know I need to reveal my mental health struggles to the rest of my friends. I also need to tell WWE in case I do come back to wrestling. I want them to be aware of it. I’m still on the fence as to whether or not I tell the fans. But my friends and WWE should know. It won’t happen this weekend- I don’t want to put a damper on Wrestlemania or take away from anyone’s matches.”
I can’t stop myself from beaming. “I’m really proud of you for that, baby. You really are the strongest human I’ve ever met- even on the days you don’t feel that way. You’re amazing.”
Olivia lets out a laugh as another tear falls. I let go of her hand so I can wipe it away with my thumb.
“Thank you, Matt. You’ve been so good to me while we’ve been here. I seriously can’t thank you enough. Being here with you has been a lot of fun,” she says.
“You’re very welcome,” I reply. “I wish I could stay here as long as you.”
I’m staying in Inglewood until Monday, while Olivia will be here until Tuesday. She wanted to stay an extra day to catch up with some friends, which I have no problem with. I wanted to join her, but Shawn asked me to be back in Orlando in time to come to the Performance Center on Tuesday morning. So, we booked different flights home with that in mind.
Olivia smirks. “I’ve been meaning to do this- could you please go into my purse and get my keys?”
I knit my eyebrows, but do it anyway. I give her her key ring, complete with various charms of dogs and some places she has been before. It takes her a minute to find one specific key and to get it out. She holds it out for me in my open palm.
“This is an extra house key I had made just for you.”
My heart stops and my jaw drops as I stare at the lone silver key intensely. “Wait, what?”
“You can stay at mine while I’m here,” Olivia explains.
I look at her with wide eyes. “Why?”
Olivia shrugs. “‘Cause I can. Even if you don’t wanna take me up on that offer- and that’s fine with me- I want you to have it anyway.”
I slowly pluck the key from her hand and study it. Having it in my possession shows just how much Olivia trusts me. Not only is she comfortable with her staying alone at her home, she’s also comfortable with me having my own key. It’s something I don’t take lightly. The significance hits me square in the gut, making it harder to swallow.
“I trust you,” Olivia says, as if she’s reading my mind. “And I love you.”
I set the key on my night stand and look back at her. “I love you too, sweetheart. Thank you for trusting me with all that.”
“You’re welcome,” Olivia says before kissing my lips.
It’s not long after that when we both turn in for the night. Olivia quickly falls asleep, but my fatigue from earlier is gone. I’m still reeling from the fact that I now have a key to Olivia’s home, and that she’s invited me to stay at her place while she’s still in California.
I know this relationship is getting more serious with each passing day. It isn’t that surprising when I consider all the facts- we’re in love, we spend so much time together, and we enjoy being in each other’s company.
That last part hits even harder when I think about how much I didn’t want to go to the Hall of Fame once Olivia made it clear she couldn’t go due to her chronic pain flare-up. It’s not that I wanted to be on the red carpet with WWE Superstar and best-selling author Olivia Parker. I wanted to be on the red carpet with my amazing and beautiful girlfriend, Olivia Parker.
I quietly sigh, taking extra care not to wake the sleeping woman beside me. I love her with my whole heart; I know this without a shred of doubt. I could spend every day with her and not get tired or bored of her presence. I feel lucky to call her mine at this very moment.
I would be lucky to call her mine for the rest of my life.
The thought hits me like a jolt of electricity throughout my body. My heart hammers in my chest the longer I ruminate on it.
I’m fucking crazy to even think such a thing. We haven’t even been together for a year, for Christ’s sake! Where the hell do I find the audacity to think this?
I try to push it out of my mind so I can finally go to bed. I can’t let wandering thoughts keep me awake any longer. So, I shut my eyes and sleep, resolving to get my feelings figured out once we’re apart.
The Online Connection (Grayson Waller x Female OC) WWE Fanfic - Chapter 33
Synposis:
WWE Superstar Olivia Parker hasn't had it easy. After a horrific car accident resulted in losing part of her right leg and a spinal fusion, her long wrestling career has been put on hold indefinitely. Fortunately, a group of good friends and lots of therapy have her on the path to creating a (somewhat) normal life.
Like so many other people, Olivia spends way too much time scrolling on TikTok. It's there that she comes across NXT Superstar Grayson Waller late one night. A split decision results in them forging an online connection that's both electric and hilarious.
As time passes, one thing becomes clear- the connection between Olivia and Grayson is undeniable. Between banter, social media posts, and late-night DMs, there's something slowly building up to be more.
But what happens when that online connection goes offline?
Content warnings: Car accident, injuries sustained in car accident, death of a loved one (from years ago), mental health struggles, past trauma, explicit sexual content (praise, body worship, masturbation)
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Olivia - March 2023
As soon as the social media post is ready to go, I stare at my phone screen intensely.
The post hard launching my relationship with Matt isn’t scandalous or racy. It’s just a selfie I took of us a while back. The photo has the two of us laying on his couch, with me smiling at the camera while he kisses the side of my head.
oliviaparker: The past several months have been the best of my life, thanks to you
A red heart emoji punctuates the simple caption, and I make sure Matt is tagged and add “Message In a Bottle” by Taylor Swift to play on the post. Satisfied, I upload it to my personal Instagram.
I know it’s only a matter of time before it explodes and gets picked up by wrestling news sites. My friends are also going to fill up the comments section soon, no doubt with remarks of both joy and relief that my relationship is officially out there for the world to know.
I hear my phone go off with a text notification. I grin the second I realize who it is.
Matt: You chose a good pic of us!
Olivia: You mean I chose a good pic of YOU, right???
Matt: Nooooooo, it’s a good pic of US. But I do look pretty hot too
Olivia: Really?
Matt: Am I wrong??????
Olivia: You’re not wrong. You’re hot every day tho
Matt: You’ve got a good eye, baby
Olivia: I know. Anyway, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you. Do you have a sec to chat? I know you’re at work, so it can wait.
Matt: You’re good! We’re supposed to film stuff outside, but we’re waiting out the rain. What’s up?
I glance at my glass sliding door to see rain still pouring into my backyard. I can also hear it pounding on my roof without mercy. The sound of deep thunder rolling in the dark grey sky almost makes me jump. I shake it off to type out a new text.
Olivia: I know your birthday is in a couple of weeks, but I also know it’s on a Tuesday. Would you like to celebrate the day before, or would you like to make time to celebrate on the day of? And what would you like for your birthday?
Matt: I was planning on going out for drinks tomorrow with the guys. And there’s a big chance I’ll be doing the upcoming live events this week too. So, I’d like to do something really low-key next Monday. How bout dinner?
Olivia: Sure! Do you wanna go out, or would you like to come to mine so I can cook for you? You can even stay the night too.
Matt: I’d love to come over so you can cook for me.
Olivia: Perfect! What gift would you like me to get?
Matt: Anything Philadelphia Eagles would be nice, except hats. I have enough of those.
Olivia: Duly noted. So, come to mine anytime on Monday for dinner and your gifts.
Matt: Don’t you mean gift?
Olivia: Nope, gifts- plural
Olivia: Because I’m your other gift
I snicker as I tack on a wink emoji before sending my latest message.
Matt: Can I get that gift early? Please???
Olivia: Nah
Matt: FUCK
Olivia: If you’re really in a pinch, I’m sure your right hand will do.
Matt: Now THAT was really mean
Olivia: Oops
Matt: I think your manuscript’s calling your name
Olivia: lol okay. Have fun at NXT!
Smiling, I click away from my texts to go back on Instagram. Sure enough, a ton of my friends have already left comments on my most recent post..
saraya: Fucking FINALLY!!!
rhearipley_wwe: You two are cute!
yaonlylivonce: About damn time you two hard launched!
raquel_wwe: Cuties!
dominik_35: Happy for you
natbynature: So happy for you!
nikkigarcia: Aww, love seeing you so happy!
brie: Such a cute couple!
I also spot Matt’s comment, which makes me smile wider.
graysonwallerwwe: My girl
A few more friends and co-workers comment on the post with various emojis to show their support. It makes my insides warm and fuzzy to see so many of my friends comment such kind things, especially after how nervous I had been when Matt initially suggested hard launching our relationship.
Telling my remaining friends the news beforehand hadn’t been difficult. For the most part, I just sent each person a brief text letting them know about this new development in my life, and they reacted positively. A lot of them asked the regular questions that I had expected to come up- how long has the relationship been going on, how did we meet, am I happy, and so on. No one was too upset that I had been keeping this a secret for months. Still, I found myself wrestling with guilt over the matter.
“Why is that?” Dr Montgomery asked during my most recent therapy session, which happened the day after I had finished letting everyone know about Matt and I.
“I don’t want any of them to think I was lying or trying to hide this,” I explained. “It could be taken that way, when you think about it. I mean, I did give my friend Demi permission to tell some of our other friends at work beforehand. It still feels shitty, though. I could’ve told them sooner, but I didn’t ‘cause I was worried that if too many people found out, it would be leaked online or become locker room gossip.”
“That’s understandable,” Dr. Montgomery said.
“It’s also another reason why I haven’t told more people about my mental health issues,” I continued. “Yeah, I told Matt a while back, and that went well. But I still haven’t told the rest of my friends or the public. Not only do I wanna avoid my life becoming gossip, I’m still worried about letting people down. And I know we’ve talked about this before, and I know I’m overthinking this- again. And I also know my friends will likely understand too. And yet…I can’t bring myself to do it.”
Dr. Montgomery raised her eyebrows and studied me through her wire-frame glasses. “So, if you know all that, what’s stopping you?”
I sighed loudly. “It’s like there’s a mental block inside my head, stopping me from taking that step. It’s so stupid, I know.”
“I understand being scared, but you shouldn’t be,” Dr. Montgomery said. “And honestly, the longer you wait to tell them, the more likely they might be upset with you not telling them earlier. Does that make sense?”
“It does,” I replied with another sigh.
I shake this memory from my brain. I know I need to open up about my mental health struggles to my remaining friends at the very least. Yet even as I think this, I know I can’t do it anytime soon. Matt’s birthday is next week, and I want to celebrate him as best I can. Wrestlemania week is soon after, including the WWE Hall of Fame, NXT Stand & Deliver, and Wrestlemania 39. Since I missed last year’s Wrestlemania due to being super busy with the upcoming publication of my first book, I’m determined to go this year. The last thing I want is to bring a dark cloud over the biggest event in WWE by suddenly divulging my mental health issues online.
It feels like there’s never going to be a right time to share this with others.
Ash suddenly hops up and takes his regular spot on my left side. I close out of Instagram and set my phone down to scrub my makeup-free face with my hands. Before I can let my thoughts wander, a text notification cuts through the silence. I pick up my phone, only to smile when I see who it’s from.
Matt: My turn
There’s a wink emoji at the end, followed by a link to an Instagram post from his profile. When I click on it, the social media app opens to the post Matt uploaded a few seconds ago.
My eyelids flinch when I see it.
There are two photos, taken during our trip to Sydney back in December at Bondi Beach. The first one has us kissing directly in front of the camera without any shame, with Matt holding my chin with one hand as he’s kissing my lips. The second photo appears to have been taken shortly after that moment, staring into each other’s eyes with adoration.
My face becomes hotter the more I study the pictures.
Then I see the fucking caption.
graysonwallerwwe: Just two big deals living our best lives
My heart slams against my ribs. A giggle escapes me, which bleeds into a fit of laughter. This disrupts Ash, who looks baffled by my behaviour.
It takes several minutes for me to calm down and catch my breath. I pet Ash, much to his delight. He snuggles up beside me as I like Matt’s post and write a comment.
oliviaparker: My favourite person
I look at the post again with a big smile on my face. The first photo fits Matt’s character perfectly, which I don’t mind- I get how this business works, and I love how dedicated he is to his job. It’s obnoxious and braggy, and makes it crystal clear that we’re a couple.
The second photo gives me pause. Even though I can only see his side profile, I can clearly see the look of pure happiness etched in Matt’s features. His smile is wide enough that the corner of his eye is crinkled. He’s also not looking past me- he’s looking directly at me.
My throat grows thick and my vision blurs with tears. Staring at that picture makes it impossible for me to ignore one big fact any longer.
I’m in love with Matt.
I’ve known that he’s felt that way about me since my birthday, when he gave me that touching handwritten card. The card was him admitting it without using that damning word. His kind words have lingered in my head ever since, making the feeling of love grow in my entire body.
Yet part of me is holding onto fear that maybe this is too soon. We haven’t even been together for five months, which- while not an insignificant amount of time- isn’t that long in the grand scheme of things. The last couple of relationships I’ve been in, no one admitted to being in love until almost a year in. So, for me to admit that I’m in love with Matt now is both exhilarating and confusing.
A knock on my front door jolts me out of my thoughts. I frown- it can’t be Matt because he’s at the Performance Center. I tentatively hop off the couch and check the peephole. My jaw drops when I see who it is.
“Oh my God, hi!”
“Heya!” Rebecca Quin- WWE’s Becky Lynch- greets with a warm smile and hug. “I’m in town to do some media, so I wanted to pop by to say hello. I should’ve texted-”
“No, no, I’m not busy,” I interject. “Please, come in! Unless you can’t stay.”
“I’m free,” Rebecca replies. “I know it’s rude to just show up, but I figured it was better to ask for forgiveness than permission.”
I snicker. “As long as I’m home, you’re always welcome to come over.”
Rebecca rakes one hand through her bright orange hair as she enters my home. She has been over once before, when her and her then-fiancé, Colby Lopez- WWE’ Seth Rollins- visited a few years ago to hang out when WWE was in Orlando for Raw. While our communication has become a bit sporadic in recent years due to my car accident, Rebecca having her daughter, and us both going about our respective careers, we still care deeply about each other.
I met Rebecca back in 2015, when she was called up from NXT to the main roster. We hit it off right away, realizing that we had both made our wrestling careers by being underdogs fans love to root for. Like with a lot of new talent, I went out of my way to make her feel welcome so that she didn’t feel out of place.
We don’t just bullshit about work and life and whatnot- we’ve also been there for each other when times get tough, even if it’s not possible to do so in-person.
In the immediate aftermath of my car accident, Rebecca called to comfort me about losing my leg. This was despite her being extremely pregnant at the time and getting ready for the birth of her daughter. In return, I was the one who stayed on the phone with her for hours to comfort her after the death of her father a few months later. I also made it out to her and Colby’s wedding in 2021, watching them exchange vows in beautiful Hawaii.
I texted Rebecca about Matt the day after I had told him I was open to going public with our relationship once I let my friends know about us. She had responded all excited, wanting to know when we met and how our relationship was going. I gave her some details without giving away anything too personal.
Ash jumps off the couch to greet Rebecca, who happily scratches his head while wagging his tail. I leave the living room and return moments later with two glasses of water.
“So, how have you been?” I ask, setting them on the coffee table and taking my seat on the couch again.
Rebecca plants herself beside me, with Ash laying right next to her. “Good! It’s been so damn busy with Wrestlemania coming up. Colby has Roux while I’m off doing media. I was supposed to do one more appearance at some local radio station- I can’t remember the name of it, for the life of me- but it got cancelled at the last minute. I don’t know why, it was very sudden. So, I figured I’d come over to say hello.”
“Well, hello,” I say with a dramatic wave. “I’m glad you’re doing well. And Colby and Roux are also good?”
“Yeah, everyone’s grand! Colby says hi, by the way.” Rebecca pauses to smirk. “Oh, and that he wants to meet your new boyfriend.”
I shake my head, bemused. “Of course he does.” I recall the three wide-eye emojis he had left on my post.
“Hey, I wanna meet him too!”
“Oh, I know you do.”
Rebecca cackles, clapping her hands with delight. “I must admit, I saw your post before I drove here. And oh my GOD, Olivia! You two are so adorable.”
My face heats up as the image of the photo I posted today pops up in my head. “Oh, thank you. You should’ve seen what Matt posted.”
“Oh?”
I grab my phone off the arm of the couch and pull up Matt’s Instagram. When I show Rebecca his post, she goes slack-jawed and wide-eyed.
“I know,” I say, my voice suddenly small.
Rebecca swipes to the second photo, which causes her to raise my eyebrows. “Olivia, oh my God!”
“I know,” I repeat.
I try to put my phone away, only for Rebecca to grab it and point at the photo of Matt and I looking at each other.
“The way he’s looking at you is everything,” she remarks gleefully. “He’s so in love with you!”
A lump forms in my throat as I finally take my phone and set it face down beside me. “Yeah.”
Rebecca frowns. “Do you not feel the same way?”
“No, that’s not it,” I say, shaking my head insistently. “I do feel the same- but that’s just it. I’m worried it’s too soon. We haven’t been together that long, and yet…here we are.”
By the time I’m done talking, my gaze is locked onto my lap. It takes a nudge from Rebecca for me to meet her gaze. She’s sporting a sly grin, which makes me frown.
“You really care about him,” she says. “I can see it all over your face.”
“Which is why I’m scared to admit my feelings to him,” I confess, my face heating up again.
“It’s okay to be scared,” Rebecca says, squeezing my shoulder with one hand. “And there’s nothing wrong with being in love.”
“It still feels too soon!” I argue.
Rebecca narrows her eyes at me. “Olivia, there’s no such thing as the ‘right amount of time’ to fall in love with someone,” she counters, making sure in input air quotes. “Youre feelings for him are so bloody obvious!”
I sigh loudly and shift my weight in my seat. “I also think I’ve just been so used to being alone that the idea of being in love again is…jarring? Weird? I don’t know. Ugh, I’m sorry, my head is fucking mess.”
“No, it’s okay,” Rebecca says, giving my shoulder another gentle squeeze. “You’ve always been really independent, from anything I’ve ever seen. So, it’s not surprising that you’re struggling to come to terms with your true feelings for this man.”
Another sigh escapes me. “You’ve absolutely nailed it. And it’s not that Matt’s not a good guy- he’s really great. I just can’t stop overthinking this.”
“You’re pretty good at that.”
“Fuck, you’re telling me.”
“You gotta knock it off.”
I sigh. “I’m trying, I swear. It feels like I’m always worrying about something.”
Rebecca nods. “You’re always worrying about other people’s feelings more than your own. You’ve been like that for as long as I’ve known you.”
This statement hits me hard. I sit back and absorb it carefully in silence. Her words don’t just apply to my love for Matt; they also apply to me hiding my mental health issues from my remaining friends. I’ve been so focused on how these things will affect my loved ones that I’ve ignored how it has been affecting me.
Rebecca’s phone abruptly rings, so she excuses herself to take it. She gets off the call a few minutes later while cursing under her breath.
“Sorry, WWE is wondering if I can go to the Performance Center for NXT. Guess they wanna film me visiting or something.”
“It’s okay,” I say. “I get it, I do. I appreciate you dropping by. You’re always welcome to come over whenever you’re in town.”
At this, Rebecca smiles. “Thanks, Olivia. But seriously, please think about everything I’ve said, okay? There’s nothing wrong with being in love, especially with a guy who already seems so in love with you. I think he knows he’s lucky to be with you.”
I smile. “I think I’m luckier to be with him, in all honesty.”
***
Matt arrives at my home with Gary in town the following Monday evening. The latter briefly greets me before running off to bother Ash.
“Happy early birthday! It’s so good to see you,” I say, my heart strings tugging just looking at my boyfriend.
Matt smiles and hugs me tight. “I’m happy to see you too, baby.”
I pull away to drink in his appearance. He’s wearing a red button-up T-shirt, white distressed skinny jeans, and white running shoes.
“You look beautiful,” he says before kissing my head.
“Oh, thank you,” I reply while glancing down at my attire- a lacey lavender tank top and black boyfriend jeans.
A bundle of nerves begin festering in my stomach, though I try to ignore them. I look up at Matt to find him smiling softly at me.
“It feels so good to see you,” I say, trying to fill the silence.
Matt kisses my lips, making those bundle of nerves bigger. He breaks apart to speak again, but Gary’s sudden barking shuts him up. I whip my head around to find the small dog squaring up to a bored-looking Ash.
“Cut it out!” Matt calls out.
In response, Gary stares at him like he’s shocked Matt would ever accuse him of causing trouble. I burst out laughing at Gary feigning innocence.
“Told you he’s a shit disturber,” I remark with a smirk.
“Yeah, he’s tricky,” Matt says. “He’s a bit of a demon.”
“So, he’s kinda like you, then? Got it.”
“Yeah, sorry ‘bout that.”
We laugh before I lead Matt into the kitchen, where dinner is still baking. He takes a seat at the breakfast bar while we chat about how things have been recently.
“How did your co-workers feel about your post?” I ask once we finish catching up. “The one where you hard launched our relationship, I mean.”
“A few of them weren’t surprised- I guess rumours had been swirling that you and I are a thing since that TikTok where I put you over,” Matt replies. “But others were shocked that you’re my girlfriend because of who you are.”
“Oh, please,” I say, rolling my eyes dramatically.
“I’m being dead serious right now!” Matt exclaims. “Do you know how many of the NXT Superstars know who you are and respect your body of work? It’s not just the women too- some of the guys are also huge Marks.”
I laugh and shake my head. “They have good taste in wrestlers then, just like you.”
Matt raises one eyebrow. “I do have great taste, don’t I?”
“Definitely.”
My timer goes off, signalling me to pull dinner from the oven.
“Hope you’re hungry!” I exclaim as I set the baking sheet on the stove top.
I look over to find Matt studying the two golden brown meat pies bellowing steam.
“Before you ask- yes, they’re homemade Australian meat pies. I’ve been working on getting these just right for a few weeks now. I hope they’re okay.”
It takes me a few minutes to serve them on plates, along with a small container of homemade tomato sauce. We each take our seats at the already set dining table.
“If they’re shit, I’ll order you Wendy’s,” I say with a nervous laugh.
Matt doesn’t say anything. Instead, he picks up the piping hot meat pie, dunks it in the tomato sauce, and takes a small bite. His whole face lights up within seconds.
“Good?”
“Delicious,” he says once swallowing a mouthful. “Oh my God, it tastes like home. How’d you do that?”
I shrug. “A lot of practice, I guess.”
Matt beams. “Thank you, baby. I can’t believe you’ve gone to all this trouble for me.”
“You’re absolutely worth it, sweetheart,” I say.
Once we finish eating, I insist on dessert. Matt laughs when he sees me bring out two plates of fairy bread.
“I know there are nicer Australian desserts, but I had to make this,” I remark with a laugh of my own.
Matt beams. “Honestly, I’m more than okay with that. Thank you.”
After dinner, I excuse myself to grab Matt’s gift. I return with a large gift-wrapped box and a clear glass bottle.
“Open the gift first, trust me.”
“If you insist,” Matt says.
He quickly unwraps the present to find a glass case that holds an authentic Philadelphia Eagles helmet, signed by Jalen Hurts.
“Holy fuck!” Matt bellows with arched eyebrows. “Olivia, you did not have to splurge on this.”
“Oh, yes I did,” I counter, smirking. “My man deserves to be spoiled rotten.”
Matt gently sets the gift down on the dining table to study it. “Holy shit,” he whispers.
“I’m gonna take a shot in the dark and suggest that you don’t own anything like this,” I pipe up.
“Not at all,” Matt says, his voice still struck with awe. “Thank you so much.”
I watch him get quite choked up. I stroll over and hug his shoulders tight.
“You deserve to be spoiled because you treat me so well and take such good care of me,” I mutter into his ear. “Don’t ever think otherwise, okay?”
I pull away and level my gaze with Matt, who nods in response. I peck his lips before handing him the glass bottle, which contains a rolled up piece of paper inside. It takes him a second to make the connection.
“A message in a bottle?”
“I had a feeling you’d appreciate it.”
Matt smirks. “I do, but fair warning- my standards are high for this.”
“They better be,” I say, snickering.
I think back to sitting in my office the other day, stressing over what to write. I wanted my words to be sincere and heartfelt without sounding like something out of a corny romantic comedy. I stressed for nearly an hour over, trying to find the best words to string together to make Matt smile when he eventually read them
All it took was reflecting on how my life has been since meeting him all those months ago for the words to easily come to me.
Dear Matt,
I told you before we met I didn’t want to date anyone who didn’t add anything good to my life. When I met you and you made your feelings for me clear, I had a hunch you would do exactly that. Turns out, I was right.
These last few months have been the best of my life.
I don’t say that lightly. It’s something I only realized now, when I sat down to write this. Ever since I met you, I laugh & smile more- whether it’s due to your snarky remarks, flirty compliments, or genuine praise. You also take such good care of me on my best days & my worst. You continue to touch my heart every single day with your kind nature, attention to detail about my likes, and willingness to be there for me, no matter what.
You’ve made my life better just by being here. My days are brighter, and I wake up always looking forward to hearing from you. I also look forward to seeing you and spending time with you. You make every day so much better every time I’m with you. Truthfully, you’re perfect for me too.
Happy birthday, Matt. You deserve everything good this life has to offer. I hope we can continue to be together for a long time.
All my love,
Olivia
My pulse races as I watch Matt read the letter now. I move my hands behind my back to hide the fact that they’re shaking. My palms sweat, forcing me to hastily rub them on the back of my jeans. It takes copious amounts of effort to keep my breathing steady.
Finally, Matt looks up at me with tears brimming. One escapes, trailing down his left cheek. I lean over and use my fingers to brush it away. My own eyes suddenly fill with tears.
“I love you.”
My voice is barely above a whisper. Although judging from Matt sitting up straighter in a split second, my words hit their mark.
“You’re my favourite person,” I add, speaking up. “And I’m…I’m so lucky to know you, and to be with you.”
I’m crying as I force the words out of my mouth. I silently berate myself for losing my composure during what is supposed to be a tender moment.
Matt sets the letter down and stands up to hug me. His arms easily wrap around my body, holding me with a vise-like grip that makes me feel safe. He kisses my head as I try to stop crying.
For a moment, I start to worry that he won’t say it back. I begin to question whether or not taking this leap of faith was the right call.
My fears dissipate when Matt lets me go to look directly at me. I spot a couple of tears that have stained his cheeks as he clears his throat again. He then gingerly holds my face with his hands. I barely register the few callouses along his fingers, focusing instead on what he’s about to say.
“I love you too.”
The minute I hear those words, a feeling I’ve flirted with before overcomes me. It’s not fear or worry, or anything similar.
It’s a feeling of peace.
I remember sensing that when Matt hugged me for the first time. It also popped up again during our first kiss, and several more times since. I hadn’t known what to do with this unfamiliar emotion at first, as it wasn’t once I had dealt with much before in this context.
It has only been recently that I realized the peace I feel when I’m with Matt is normal and healthy. It makes it feel as though everything is right with the world.
This is what love should be. It shouldn’t be full of anxiety or fear. It shouldn’t leave you wondering if you’re good enough, pretty enough, or smart enough for your partner. Love should make you feel at peace with yourself and your person in any situation. Even in a crowded room full of strangers, you should find that feeling whenever your person is nearby.
All of that is how I feel when I’m with Matt.
“I’ve wanted to tell you for a while now,” he says, drawing me out of my thoughts. “I’ve felt this way about you for so long; far longer than I care to admit. But the last thing I wanted to do was scare you off.
“You’re all I think about, Olivia. You’re on my mind from the moment I wake up to the second I go to bed. The time we spend together isn’t enough; if I could, I would spend all my time with you. You’re my favourite person on the planet, by far. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, inside and out. You’re kind, caring, funny, smart, hardworking, talented, and beyond gorgeous. I’m so lucky to call you mine.”
My tears are back long before Matt finishes his soliloquy. My breathing is shallow as I try to calm down.
“I love you,” he echoes while gently wiping my face.
A stunned laugh tumbles out of my mouth. “I love you too.”
Matt picks me up and kisses my lips with renewed passion. I wrap my legs around his waist without breaking the kiss. I cling to his strong frame long after we break apart. I rest my head on his shoulder and shut my eyelids.
“I don’t want this moment to end,” I murmur into his shirt sleeve.
“Neither do I,” Matt replies.
He kisses the side of my neck, his five o’clock shadow tickling my delicate skin. I giggle as I look directly into his gaze. Noticing that his cheeks are still wet with tears, I use my thumbs to wipe them away. He smiles and kisses the centre of my forehead.
“So…good birthday?” I offer, smirking.
Matt chuckles. “Best birthday ever.”
I giggle. “I’m happy to hear that.”
We kiss one more time before he carefully sets me down on the ground.
“Wanna watch a movie and cuddle on the couch?”” I suggest.
“That sounds like a great idea,” Matt answers.
I lead him into the living room to find Ash and Gary laying in a heap on the former’s bed.
“Can we turn the couch into a couch bed?” Matt asks. “It makes cuddling easier.”
“Of course,” I laugh.
Once that’s done, we snuggle up on the couch underneath the white fuzzy throw blanket. I curl up into Matt’s side with a content sigh. He kisses my head and strokes my wavy hair softly. I look up to find him smiling from ear to ear.
“I’m so happy you’re happy,” I say.
“I could say the same for you,” Matt replies.
He leans down to kiss my lips tenderly. Once we break apart, we settle in for the night to watch whatever film he wants.
If it was possible to make this night last forever, I would do it right this very second.
The Online Connection (Grayson Waller x Female OC) WWE Fanfic - Chapter 31
Synposis:
WWE Superstar Olivia Parker hasn't had it easy. After a horrific car accident resulted in losing part of her right leg and a spinal fusion, her long wrestling career has been put on hold indefinitely. Fortunately, a group of good friends and lots of therapy have her on the path to creating a (somewhat) normal life.
Like so many other people, Olivia spends way too much time scrolling on TikTok. It's there that she comes across NXT Superstar Grayson Waller late one night. A split decision results in them forging an online connection that's both electric and hilarious.
As time passes, one thing becomes clear- the connection between Olivia and Grayson is undeniable. Between banter, social media posts, and late-night DMs, there's something slowly building up to be more.
But what happens when that online connection goes offline?
Content warnings: Car accident, injuries sustained in car accident, death of a loved one (from years ago), mental health struggles, past trauma, explicit sexual content (praise, body worship, masturbation)
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Olivia - February 2023
For the rest of January, I focus on completing more edits on my second manuscript and creating content to promote my upcoming book, Bad Omen. I want to get ahead of the latter so I’m not scrambling to have content to post closer to my book’s release date. While I’m anxious for my second novel to come out, I become less anxious after Matt tells me his thoughts about it.
“It was amazing,” he said when I came over to spend the night at his place on a chilly Sunday evening. “I finally got the chance to finish it in one sitting.”
I smiled wide. “Aww, I’m so glad to hear that!”
“You’re really talented,” Matt added while also beaming. “I hope you keep writing, because I’ll definitely read all your books.”
My face turned a curious shade of red. “Guess that means I have to write another one.”
“Guess so,” Matt said with a playful smirk.
I rolled my eyes, but I wasn’t annoyed by his antics. I was truly touched that he read my book and enjoyed it so much.
Outside of work, Matt and I spend a ton of time together at either my home or his apartment. This is in between weekly date nights that consist of going to the movies or going out for dinner- sometimes both. With the prospect of telling Matt about my mental health issues no longer weighing heavily on my mind, I’m able to fully relax when I’m with him. I don’t feel like I have to put on an act of being okay on days when I’m feeling anything but.
On a chilly Tuesday morning, Matt texts me to wish me a happy Valentine’s Day. He then lets me know he has to spend several hours working- doing an interview at a local TV station in town, training, and then film a new episode of NXT.
Olivia: No worries! I have to finish my current round of edits anyway.
Matt: Good luck with that! I’ll miss you while I’m working.
Olivia: lol you’re ridiculous
Matt: Nah, just missing you
I send him a few eye roll emojis before getting back to work on my manuscript. Truthfully, I’ve never really been a fan of Valentine’s Day, even when I’m in a relationship. To me, I look at it as just another day of the week. This year is no exception. It doesn’t bother me; Matt is busy with NXT, and I’m busy with my manuscript. Life doesn’t stop, even on Valentine’s Day.
By the time the clock reads six PM, the last edits are complete, so I send them back to my editor. I stretch my body out in my office chair and get up to relax for the rest of the day.
A few hours later, I watch NXT from my living room couch. My heart sinks when Matt loses his match against Tyler Bate.
Olivia: You did great out there! You totally should’ve won.
His reply comes a few minutes later.
Matt: Thank you, baby. Hopefully, I win the next one.
I send two red heart emojis before watching the rest of the show. Once it ends, I stretch and get off the bed to take Ash outside. I’m bringing him back inside when I hear a sudden knock at the door. A quick look in the peephole brings a huge smile to my face.
“Surprise!” Matt exclaims. He has a bouquet of sunflowers in one hand and a bag of takeout from a local Mexican diner in the other. Gary enters and immediately greets me by trying to jump on me.
“Oh my God, you shouldn’t have,” I say while letting them in.
“I wasn’t gonna not do anything for Valentine’s Day,” Matt replies matter-of-factly. “I know we didn’t talk about gifts, so I didn’t wanna buy you something and make you feel guilty. But I knew this would make you happy.”
“Well, I appreciate that,” I remark. I pause to take a whiff of the flowers. “These are beautiful. Thank you for all this.”
“You’re welcome, baby. I wasn’t sure if you’ve had dinner yet, so I figured I should bring food too in case you haven’t.”
My stomach painfully growls on cue. It’s only now I realize I haven’t eaten any food today, unless you count the copious cups of hot coffee and water I’ve consumed. I thank Matt again while leading him into the dining room.
“I’m sorry I look like a hot mess,” I laugh, glancing at my unofficial writing uniform- glasses, no makeup, hair up in a clip, an oversized sweatshirt, and cotton shorts.
“You look beautiful,” Matt corrects while his light blue eyes drink me in.
My face flushes. “Oh, thanks.”
We enjoy dinner while chatting about how our days have been. I force myself to slow down and not inhale the food in front of me to satisfy my nearly empty stomach. My shrimp tacos taste divine after having not eaten much of anything.
“I was hoping I wouldn’t be tied up with work too much, ‘cause I really wanted to do something nice for our first Valentine’s Day,” Matt says as our meal winds down. “I know you appreciate all this, even though I know it’s not much.”
I bite my lip. “Honestly, it’s more than what I had in mind.”
Matt raises his eyebrows, clearly surprised by my blunt admission.
“Sorry, it’s just…I’ve never been the type to make Valentine’s Day a big deal,” I add, tossing in a nervous laugh.
“Why’s that?”
It takes a minute for me to realize that Matt isn’t pissed off by my revelation- he’s genuinely curious.
“I’ve always looked at it as another day. The way I look at it, I don’t need a bullshit holiday for me to show my partner how much I care about them. That’s something I want to do every day,” I explain.
“That makes a lot of sense,” Matt says.
“Besides,” I continue, “my birthday is later this month. So, you have another chance to do something nice for me.”
Matt perks up immediately. “When’s your birthday?”
“February 25th. It’s on a Friday this year, so I’ll just be working like usual,” I say casually.
“Seriously?”
“Seriously. I pretty much always work on my birthday.”
“You deserve to celebrate it!”
I shrug. “I’m only turning thirty-four. It’s not a milestone or anything.”
“Wait- you’re turning thirty-four? I could’ve sworn you were younger,” Matt remarks with raised eyebrows.
“Are you younger than me?” I ask. I can’t believe we haven’t covered this particular topic until now.
“Thirty-two,” Matt answers. “I turn thirty-three on March 21st.”
I scrunch my face into a look of disgust. “You’re a 90s baby? Oh God, they’re taking over WWE!”
Matt chuckles while shaking his head. “Sorry to disappoint you.”
“It’s fine, it was inevitable,” I deadpan.
“Anyway,” Matt says, “I want to celebrate you on your birthday.”
I shrug off the suggestion. “I’m not a partier. Hell, I don’t even drink.”
“That’s fine! What would you like to do?”
“Uh…” My mind draws a blank.
Matt raises his eyebrows. “You really don’t do anything for your birthday?”
“I’m usually working, especially when I was wrestling. If I ever did anything, I would just go out for dinner with AJ or Saraya. Last year, I was so busy with doing work for my first book that I almost forgot until a couple of friends texted to wish me a happy birthday.” I shake my head with a humourless laugh. “Fuck, that sounds so pathetic.”
I look down at my now empty plate and slowly tuck my hair behind my ears. When I finally glance up at Matt, I study his bemused smirk.
“I know, I know, I’m a massive workaholic,” I say in between another empty laugh. “I sound so lame.”
Matt shakes his head. “Lame, no. Workaholic, yes. Being a hard worker is admirable, and I have no doubt it’s what made you such a successful wrestler and author. But don’t you think you deserve to be spoiled?”
I sit back in the dining chair with a pensive expression. I know he’s right; after doing so much work to get my second book ready for publication next year, I deserve to treat myself and be spoiled. If there’s ever a time to do just that, it’s on my damn birthday.
“I’m such a workaholic and focus on making sure everyone else is okay that I tend to put myself on the back burner,” I confess shyly. “Put it this way- I’m acting all whatever about my birthday, right? But at the same time, I know I’m gonna want to spoil you when yours comes along. God, I’m such a fucking hypocrite.”
“You’re not a hypocrite, you just love taking care of other people,” Matt counters. “That’s why I wanna take care of you, baby. So…will you let me? Whatever you wanna do on your birthday, I’ll make it happen.”
I grin. “Alright, let me think about what I wanna do. By the way, I know it’s Valentine’s Day, but we can’t fool around tonight. I’d love to, I really would. It’s just…it’s my time of the month, that’s all.”
My body tenses, expecting a negative reaction from Matt. Instead, he nods without a second thought.
“You can stay, if you like,” I add. “I just didn’t want you to get your hopes up about us sleeping together. Of course I’d have my period on fucking Valentine’s Day, of all days.”
“That sucks,” Matt says. “Do you need anything for that?”
“No thank you, I’m all set. Wanna watch a couple of movies on the couch?”
“Hell yeah! Why don’t I go out and grab some popcorn? You can’t have a movie night without it!”
“Sure. I’ll pick what to watch.”
Matt’s smile is bright. “Perfect.”
I insist on cleaning up dinner while Matt runs out. I also take the dogs outside and then begin arranging the sectional to turn it into a couch bed. I pause to keep Gary from chewing on the leg of my coffee table. It’s then that the front door opens, which gets his attention to see who just entered my home.
“I’m back!”
“Good timing, because Gary’s being a little shit disturber,” I say.
My eyes dart over to Matt, who enters the living room with a yellow plastic bag from a local movie theatre. My jaw drops when I put the pieces together.
“You went to the movie theatre to buy popcorn?”
“Well, yeah. Like I said, you can’t have a movie night without popcorn!”
I cackle. Only this man would do something that ridiculous just to make something as simple as an at-home movie night that little bit special. “Thank you, sweetheart. So, I’ve got 10 Things I Hate About You ready to go, and then I was thinking of us watching my favourite romance, Pride & Prejudice. How does that sound?”
“Sounds like we have a great night ahead,” Matt says.
I smile at the twinkle in his eye, as well as his goofy grin. I beckon him to join me on the couch with our popcorn. Once we’re all settled in underneath a fuzzy white throw blanket, I snuggle up into his chest with a bag of popcorn in my lap. He kisses my temple while the TV begins to play 10 Things I Hate About You.
“You picked this movie ‘cause an Aussie is the leading man, didn’t ya?” Matt teases in my ear.
I burst out laughing. “Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.”
Matt chuckles and kisses my temple again.
The dogs join us on the couch, lying down by our feet. I smile as I continue watching Heath Ledger woo Julia Stiles. My body feels warm being so close to Matt in such a quiet, intimate moment.
My mind goes back to our chat about my upcoming birthday. I hadn’t been lying about not doing much at all to celebrate it over the years. Outside of the aforementioned birthday dinners, I usually treat the day like any other. Between my crazy traveling schedule with WWE, working out, and making time to hang out with friends to celebrate them, I always put myself last. I don’t mind because I love working and I love spoiling my friends. Both bring me a lot of joy, especially the latter.
Then again, I know I deserve to celebrate my birthday. Even though I have everything I could ever want or need- a nice home, a thriving writing career, loving dog, great friends, and an amazing boyfriend- there’s nothing selfish about celebrating myself. If Matt really wants to do something for my birthday, why push back on that?
“I know what I want to do for my birthday,” I say once the movie credits play.
“Oh, yeah?” Matt remarks, his eyes glancing down towards me. “What are you thinking?”
“Before I tell you, you have to promise not to laugh.”
“I would never! Well…unless you wanna go to the UK for some reason. It's so cold and miserable there this time of year. Please don’t make me go to that cesspool.”
I roll my eyes with a dramatic huff. “Well, there goes my idea!”
We laugh, and I gently elbow Matt in the ribs.
“Honestly, I just wanna have a relaxing day,” I say once our laughter subsides. “I don’t wanna dress up or go anywhere fancy. I’ve been thinking about treating myself to a spa day at my favourite day spa here in Orlando. I haven’t been there since my car accident, so it’s long overdue. I’d like to get a massage and a facial, as well as spend time in their sauna and pool. And I’d really love it if you’d join me- but only if you’re interested.”
Matt’s smile is wide by the time I finish talking. “I’d love to join you, baby. That sounds like a fantastic idea. And I’ll get you a present too.”
I shake my head. “No, no, it’s okay.”
“Olivia.”
I shake my head in disbelief. “Trust me, a spa day with you is more than enough. And anyway, I truly cannot think of a gift for you to get me.”
Matt nods in defeat. “Alright, then. What’s the place called?”
“Aurora Day Spa.”
“Perfect! I’ll take care of booking everything. I’ll pick you up too.”
I smile and press my face into his chest. “Thank you, baby. Let me know what time to be ready.”
“Definitely,” Matt says. “Now, do you still wanna watch Pride & Prejudice?”
“Yes, please!” I exclaim with newfound giddiness. “I need you to experience the movie adaptation of my favourite romance novel of all time.”
Matt chuckles while kissing my head. “Now I’m really looking forward to watching this.”
“And I’m looking forward to watching it with you,” I say with my full chest.
***
My birthday starts off on a high note with reading plenty of texts with my friends wishing me a happy birthday. I thank everyone for the well wishes with a big smile on my face. I also decide to take up some of their offers to get together, having been inspired after my recent chat with Matt. This includes organizing a brunch date with Demi, Gionna, and Victoria next week- something that I’ve been putting off so I could focus on my manuscript edits. I also promise other friends that we’ll make plans to hang out during Wrestlemania weekend. There’s no way in hell I’m not going, especially after having to miss it last year.
Matt arrives outside my house just before ten in the morning. As soon as I spot his car, I wave goodbye to Ash and leave.
“Hey!” I say when I open the passenger door.
“Hey, you!” Matt greets. He pecks my lips with a silly grin once I’m settled in. “Happy birthday, baby! You look lovely.”
“Oh, thank you,” I say as I quickly glance at my outfit- an oversized light grey hoodie, black leggings, and brown slip-on sandals.
Matt suddenly does a double-take. “Wait…is that my hoodie?”
I twirl a strand of hair as I glance at the aforementioned article of clothing. “I plead the Fifth.”
“I was wondering where that shirt went!” Matt remarks, laughing with amusement.
“Don’t worry, I’ll give it back to you after today.”
“Nah, keep it. It looks way better on you, baby.”
My cheeks grow hot as Matt begins driving. “You always know what to say to get me all hot and bothered.”
“I try.”
Fifteen minutes later, we arrive at Aurora Day Spa. Once inside, we go in different directions so we can change into our swimsuits.
I find Matt sitting alone inside the large square-shaped pool. The room is empty besides us, much to my enjoyment. The deck is white stone to match the colour of the walls. One wall is made out of real plants, likely to purify the air, while another is basically a giant window with silver window frames. The lighting is bright without being harsh on my eyes. I spot two white lounge chairs with a brown towel draped over one of them. I place my black towel on the other chair and sit down to take off my prosthetic leg.
“Here, I’ll carry you,” Matt says, exiting the pool to grab me.
I open my mouth to protest, only to quickly realize that his idea is far safer than me hopping over on one leg. So, I allow him to pick me up bridal-style once my prosthetic is off. A giggle escapes my mouth at his hands holding onto me tight.
Matt sets me down in the warm water that tickles my fair skin. I adjust my light pink bikini and check to ensure that my long hair is still up in a black claw clip.
“I just realized that the colour of our swimsuits are almost identical,” Matt quips.
My eyes sweep his swim trunks, which are light pink and blue leopard print. “I swear I wasn’t trying to match you on purpose.”
“Great minds think alike,” Matt says, smirking.
“I guess they do,” I remark with a grin.
I close my eyes and rest my elbows on the pool deck. I hear water gently moving around us, along with Matt’s steady breathing.
“This feels so nice,” I say after a long moment of silence passes.
“It really does.”
My eyes open to find Matt sitting beside me with a calm facial expression. His smile is wide and makes his light blue eyes appear bright. I can’t help but smile in return.
“You look happy,” he notes.
My face turns hot in an instant. “So do you.”
After relaxing in the pool for a long while, we go inside the nearby sauna. The walls and benches are wooden inside the dark, small space. My ass makes contact with the hot bench after Matt sets me down. My prosthetic leg sits just outside the sweltering room. The heat seeps into my pores and lungs with every breath I take. We spend a fair amount of time there before we have to leave for our respective massages.
My masseuse takes extra care to work my back while being mindful of my spinal fusion after I bring it to her attention. While my back doesn’t hurt too much these days outside the occasional chronic pain flare-up, I would hate for this massage to accidentally aggravate my old injury. Her hands knead my soft skin and work out any lingering tension hiding throughout my body with ease. I almost fall asleep during the hour-long ordeal.
I have my facial once the massage ends. The esthetician works her magic while my mind wanders off in a state of bliss.
An image of Matt’s smile abruptly takes centre stage, causing me to smile in response. I know he went to a lot of trouble to book everything today, especially after I had admitted to not making it a habit to celebrate my birthday. Knowing that he not only wanted to do exactly that, and then went along with how I wanted to celebrate the occasion, is enough to fill my body with warmth. My heart swells in my chest thinking about how he has always been insistent on taking care of me in so many ways. He’s there for me when I’m not okay, says I’m beautiful, piles on the compliments without a second thought, and is always so happy to spend time with me.
He could very well be in love with me.
The sudden thought makes my heart ferociously slam into my rib cage. I force myself to calm down by exhaling slowly through my nose.
“Still doing okay?” the esthetician asks while applying a mud mask on my face.
“Yeah, I’m good,” I lie.
In reality, my head and heart are now a total mess.
It’s no secret that Matt cares about me deeply. His feelings for me have always come across as genuine from the get-go. There has never been a moment where I’ve been forced to question if he’s sincere about wanting to be with me. He has shown up for me more than once and never fails to make me smile. Christ, just thinking about him fills me with a sense of peace I have never felt from being with another human being. No one has ever made me feel so happy and cared for. I want to spend as much time with him as possible, even if we’re only watching a movie or talking about even the most mundane topics.
All that being said, our relationship could be considered fairly new. Sure, we chatted for almost a year prior to meeting and got to know each other quite a bit as a result of that. Our relationship has also been going really well despite all the baggage I brought. Yet a part of me feels like perhaps we’re still in the honeymoon phase, and that’s still clouding my view on everything.
Once my facial wraps up and I can finally change back into my street clothes, I take a minute to be alone with my thoughts. In my heart of hearts, I know for a fact that my feelings for him are incredibly strong. I’m not sure I would go so far as to say that I’m in love with him. However, I know that I’m definitely heading in that direction. It should scare the shit out of me- but it doesn’t.
Even though those thoughts don’t freak me out, I refuse to tell him I love him. First off, I’m not sure I’m ready to say those fateful words yet. Second, the absolute last thing I want to do is say them, only to find out that he doesn’t feel that way after all. That would be beyond mortifying. So, I’m going to keep my mouth shut and not breathe a word of this to him- for now.
I shake these thoughts away while finally exiting the change room. As much as I would like to continue ruminating about this, I don’t want to keep Matt waiting too long. I find him waiting for me in the reception area. He grins the second he spots me.
“Sorry, the bathrooms were busy,” I fib. “Ready to go?”
Matt nods. “I have another surprise for you. But first, I should ask- do you wanna come over to mine? We can stop at your place so you can grab some of your things, as well as Ash.”
“Sure!”
About half an hour later, we’re at Matt’s apartment. He insists I make myself at home while he takes Gary outside. I sit on the living room couch and pet Ash, who’s eager to cuddle with me after being apart most of the morning.
When Matt and Gary come inside, Ash jumps off the couch to greet them both. Gary then initiates play-fighting, which Ash happily reciprocates.
“They definitely missed each other,” I snicker as Matt and I watch them play with reckless abandon.
“Looks like it,” Matt says. “I just need to grab your surprise.”
As he heads in that direction, I fight to keep a smirk from blooming on my face. I just know he bought me a present despite my previous insistence that it wasn’t necessary. He’s usually good at respecting my wishes, but I have a feeling he decided not to this time because he simply couldn’t resist giving me something.
Matt returns to the living room with a lime green envelope in one hand. He’s grinning as he takes a seat beside me on the couch.
“It’s not a gift, I promise,” he insists. “But I still really wanted to give you this.”
“Thank you,” I say while accepting the envelope.
I carefully rip it open to find a white card with an adorable golden retriever sitting in a field of daisies. I laugh until I open the card and read the handwritten message handwritten inside.
Dear Olivia,
I’m not a talented writer like you, so this won’t be as well written as your books. But I’ll do my best.
As much as I feel like I know so much about you already, I also feel like I’ve only scratched the surface. I look forward to learning more about you- both the good and bad. I want to know every thought you have running through your mind. I’ll pay any amount of money for you to tell me what you’re thinking.
I sometimes can’t believe you’re my girlfriend because you truly are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met. I know I’ve told you that so many times, but I want to tell you again. Your appearance isn’t the only thing that makes you beautiful (also you ARE gorgeous to look at). Your kind heart, caring nature, strong work ethic, and wicked sense of humour make you beautiful too.
You’re perfect for me. I don’t want you to think that I’m calling you perfect as a cheap compliment because I know you’re not, nor do I expect you to be. But when I look at you as a whole- your body, face, smile, personality traits- there’s not a thing I would change. Everything about you is perfect for me. I mean that from the bottom of my heart.
Happy birthday, Olivia. Here’s to many more birthdays and many more memories made together. I’m so happy to call you mine!
- Matt
Tears are slowly streaming down my cheeks by the time I finish reading the card. I wipe them away with one hand while my gaze returns to Matt. I realize his eyes are watery as he tries to keep his composure. He clears his throat before speaking.
“Happy birthday, baby.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around him. My hand clutches the card for dear life to keep myself from dropping it. I bury my face into his chest as more tears spring to my eyes.
“You’re welcome,” Matt replies as he wraps his arms around me. His lips leave a tender kiss on the top of my head.
“Honestly, this has been a wonderful birthday,” I say when I pull away to wipe my cheeks. “I really mean it.”
Matt smiles and kisses my lips. “I’m glad to hear that. Wanna watch a movie? It can be a horror flick too, if you want.”
My eyes widen. “Are you absolutely positive you’re okay with that?”
“It’s your birthday, so I’m willing to watch a horror movie for you.”
“Aww, thanks! I’ll pick the most graphic one I can think of.”
I cackle as Matt turns pale. He clears his throat again and runs a hand through his short hair in a feeble attempt to maintain a calm composure.
“Okay, okay, I won’t do that to you,” I say. “I’m just teasing, sweetheart.”
“Oh, thank God,” Matt replies with overwhelming relief.
“It’ll have some gore, though,” I add as I swipe through Netflix to find the right choice.
It only takes a couple of minutes to find the perfect flick to watch- Tucker & Dale vs. Evil. While I’ve seen it before, I don’t mind watching it again.
“It’s a bit graphic, but it’s also really funny,” I explain as the movie starts. “I know you love funny movies, so I think it’s an excellent choice for your first-ever horror movie. And yes, I know I could pick anything and you would go along with it, but I want to be a little considerate- this time.”
Matt snickers while pulling my arm to get me to lay down beside him on the couch. I giggle as he envelopes me in his muscular arms and holds me close. My heart squeezes in my chest when his arms do the same to my body.
“I need to hold you in case I get scared,” he confesses sheepishly. “Not that I’ll get scared, of course.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone if you do,” I tease.
As the movie gets underway, my mind drifts to my thoughts I had in the day spa’s change room. Except this time, they’re now swirled with Matt’s handwritten words from his birthday card. All of it overwhelms me while also helping me draw one conclusion: He’s definitely in love with me.
Moreover, I’m dangerously close to falling in love with him too.
The Online Connection (Grayson Waller x Female OC) WWE Fanfic - Chapter 30
Synposis:
WWE Superstar Olivia Parker hasn't had it easy. After a horrific car accident resulted in losing part of her right leg and a spinal fusion, her long wrestling career has been put on hold indefinitely. Fortunately, a group of good friends and lots of therapy have her on the path to creating a (somewhat) normal life.
Like so many other people, Olivia spends way too much time scrolling on TikTok. It's there that she comes across NXT Superstar Grayson Waller late one night. A split decision results in them forging an online connection that's both electric and hilarious.
As time passes, one thing becomes clear- the connection between Olivia and Grayson is undeniable. Between banter, social media posts, and late-night DMs, there's something slowly building up to be more.
But what happens when that online connection goes offline?
Content warnings: Car accident, injuries sustained in car accident, death of a loved one (from years ago), mental health struggles, past trauma, explicit sexual content (praise, body worship, masturbation)
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Matt - January 2023
My entire body is sore as hell as I’m driving to Olivia’s house to pick up Gary. Last night’s house show match in Austin, Texas had been especially brutal, thanks to suplex I had to take outside the ring from Bron Breakker. Despite all this, I’m eager to see Olivia.
My heart slams into my ribs out of nowhere. Christ, just the idea of seeing her again is enough to put my body into overdrive. The thought of holding and kissing after being apart makes me lay on the gas pedal a bit harder. Even though we’ve texted while I was away working the live events, it’s not a good substitute to seeing her in-person.
As I drive up to Olivia’s house, a silver sedan parked out front catches my eye. Then I remember that she had told me that Saraya would be staying over for a few days while she’s in Orlando. It must be her rental car.
I try the front door, which opens right away. I hear Olivia chatting away from the living room while another woman laughs. Gary’s barking cuts through the air, interrupting them as he barrels over to greet me.
“Hello!” Olivia calls out.
“Hey!” I respond while making my way into the living room.
Olivia is sitting on the couch with Saraya beside her. My heart jumps into my throat seeing my girlfriend with a relaxed smile on her face.
“Why, hello there,” Saraya pipes up, hopping off the couch to shake my hand. “So, you’re the guy who’s made my bestie so happy.”
My chuckle is shaky. I catch a glimpse of Olivia, whose face is now pink. “Yeah, that would be me.”
“Now I’m glad I didn’t leave earlier!” Saraya exclaims, all giddy. “I’m Saraya Beavis.”
I extend my hand. “Matthew Farrelly.”
“Saraya and I have known each other since 2011,” Olivia explains as Saraya and I shake hands. “She’s the one that has put up with all of my bullshit before I met you.”
“That sounds about right,” Saraya remarks with a laugh.
I chuckle too. “It’s so nice to finally meet you.”
“You too!” Saraya says. “I know you wanna spend time with Olivia, but can I please talk to you outside?”
“Yeah, sure,” I reply.
“Be nice,” Olivia says firmly, looking right at Saraya.
“I will, I will,” Saraya replies defensively.
I follow her into the backyard and onto Olivia’s patio. I’m not stupid- I know Saraya is likely going to suss me out. As Olivia’s best friend, it’s her job to make sure I’m a decent guy after all.
“Olivia has told me so much about you,” Saraya starts.
“That doesn’t surprise me,” I chuckle. “I take it you two are really close then?”
Saraya nods, twirling a random strand of her black hair. “We met in FCW- what NXT used to be- when I was new to WWE and Olivia was already on the main roster. I didn’t have any friends at the time in WWE or in the U.S., and some of the girls in FCW weren’t very welcoming. Olivia was super nice to me from the moment I met her, and we’ve been best friends ever since. We’ve been through a lot together- boys, career highs and lows, and our respective struggles- for over ten years.”
“Damn,” I remark.
“After everything happened with my neck,” Saraya continues, “she helped me through my rehab and even took care of me- showering me, being a shoulder to cry on, you name it. And then, when she had her car accident two years ago, I stayed at her place to help her get through it. I’m talking helping her through her injuries, driving her to appointments ‘cause she couldn’t, comforting her…all of it. I’m not telling you all this so that I look like a hero or whatever- I’m only telling you so you get just how close we are. ”
I let out a long, low whistle. “Wow, that’s incredible. I’m glad she has you in her corner.” I pause to sigh. “She’s really amazing, isn’t she?”
The words fall from my mouth before I can stop myself. Somehow, I keep my face neutral despite Saraya’s jaw dropping.
“Jesus Christ, you think pretty highly of her,” she remarks in a daze.
“Definitely,” I say. “Has she told you how we met and whatnot?”
“She did,” Saraya replies. “I gotta say, I’ve never seen her so smitten over a guy, and I’ve seen her in past relationships! With you, though, she’s been…different. It’s a good different, don’t get me wrong. You’ve made her so happy, which makes me happy too.”
“I want Olivia to be happy,” I say. “For what it’s worth- and I know this sounds kinda juvenile- she makes me happy. Even if we’re just hanging out at her place or mine or out somewhere, it doesn’t matter. I want to spend as much time together as possible. Honestly, I asked her if she would watch Gary while I was traveling just so I had an excuse to see her.”
My face grows hot when I realize what I just said. Saraya goes slack-jawed again at my admission.
“Stupid, I know,” I add sheepishly.
“That’s actually ridiculous,” Saraya remarks with a laugh. “But it’s also kinda cute.”
I smirk while scratching the back of my head. “Look, I know I’m a new person in Olivia’s life, so maybe you’re nervous to trust me. And I get it, I do. Just know that I care about her a lot and I don’t plan on hurting her, okay? Like I said, I want her to be happy.”
Saraya narrows her dark brown eyes at me. “I’m sorry, I need to ask- are you in love with her?”
The question throws me off. That’s now two different people who have brought up that word. It’s not a word I like to throw around lightly. My chest feels tight as I try to think about how to respond to this question to Olivia’s best friend, of all people.
“I won’t say anything to her, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Saraya adds in a rush.
I study her for a second. Even though we just met, I get the sense that I should believe her. I swallow hard and finish collecting my thoughts.
“I’m falling for her.”
Saraya’s lips curve into a small smile. “Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah, I am,” I say, my voice sounding more confident.
“I’m glad to hear that,” Saraya replies. “I do need to say this, though- if you break Olivia’s heart, it’s not me you’re gonna need to worry about- it’s her. She’s a really nice person, but I’ve seen her angry before, and…well, it’s not a pretty sight.”
I manage to keep a calm demeanor despite gulping. “Duly noted.”
Saraya snickers. “I don’t think I have to worry about that, though.”
“You’re right about that,” I say.
Olivia suddenly opens the backyard door. “Dude, you have a flight to catch! Are you done interrogating my boyfriend yet?”
Saraya glances at her watch. “Shit, I gotta go!” She turns back to me. “It was nice meeting you.”
“Likewise,” I say, offering her to go inside first after we shake hands again.
Once we’re back in Olivia’s house, the two women hug tightly.
“Bye, Matt! Bye, doggies!” Saraya calls out.
I wave as Olivia walks her out. With them out on the front porch, I take this as my cue to run to the bathroom. By the time I come out, Olivia is back in the house, shaking her head with laughter.
“Sorry if Saraya was over the top with putting you through the third degree,” she says.
I smirk. “Nah, she’s just being a good friend. She’s really nice.”
Olivia smiles. “Oh, good.”
I close the gap between us and hug her. “I missed you so much, baby.”
“I missed you too,” Olivia says.
She pulls away and grabs my shirt collar. She pulls me in for a passionate kiss that takes my breath away. My cock begins to harden the second she deepens the kiss. I use my tongue to explore her mouth with ease.
“Fuck, I really missed you,” Olivia tacks on once we break apart. “If Saraya hadn’t been staying over, I would’ve touched myself just thinking about you. But I didn’t want to subject her to hearing that.”
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. “Someone sounds a bit needy.”
Olivia frowns. “Can you blame me? I wanted us to fool around before you left, but then you had to catch an earlier flight ‘cause NXT wanted you to do some media. I was so mad at them for doing that to you.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, how dare WWE ask me to do my job!”
“You know what I mean,” Olivia retorts with a dramatic eye roll.
My lips land on her neck, leaving kisses and a couple of love bites. Olivia moans in response while I hold her up so she doesn’t melt into the floor.
“We don’t have to go any further,” I tease.
Olivia bores her light green eyes into mine. “How fucking dare you!”
I burst out laughing. “I’m kidding, baby!”
Before Olivia can get another word in, I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder. She shrieks and laughs as I carry her upstairs.
“Make sure to close the door so the dogs can’t follow us!” she hollers.
I look down to see Ash and Gary watching us with curious expressions. Fortunately, they stay in place, either because they’re confused or weirded out by what we’re doing to want to follow us.
As soon as we get in the master bedroom, I shove the door closed with my foot. I place Olivia on the bed carefully despite wanting nothing more than to body slam her on the mattress. I don’t want to accidentally hurt her in the heat of passion.
I pounce on her in a split second, hungrily kissing her lips like a parched man who has been left in the desert with no water for years. I’m about to rip off the oversized sweatshirt she’s wearing, only to stop myself.
“May I?”
Olivia nods. “Please, Matt. I need you so bad.”
I take her sweatshirt off, smirking when I see Olivia’s bare breasts staring back at me.
“No bra?” I ask while tossing the article of clothing aside.
“Bras are overrated,” Olivia replies.
Chuckling, I kiss her lips once more before trailing more down her neck and towards her chest. I kiss one breast while massaging the other with my hand.
“You’re so beautiful,” I mutter on her delicate skin.
Olivia shivers, her hands fumbling to grab the hem of my grey T-shirt. I stop kissing her breast long enough to yank my shirt off. She trails one finger down my chest, her nail scratching me just hard enough to make me hiss. She leans up to kiss the spot where she left her mark.
Once she’s lying on the bed again, I kiss her other breast. My tongue circles around her nipple more than once to make it pointy. She moans softly in response, making me grin.
My lips leave more kisses down her stomach and to the beginning of her sweatpants.
“You better get them off me right this second,” Olivia orders.
I’m about to make a wisecrack about changing my mind, but then I catch a glimpse of her face. I cackle when I spot her death glare.
“I won’t keep you waiting,” I say right as I undo the drawstring and pull them off, along with her underwear.
I get on the bed as close to Olivia’s glistening pussy as I can be.
“Fuck, please,” she whines.
My lips curl into a smirk. “You’re so fucking wet for me already, damn.”
I insert one finger inside her, which brings out a loud moan from her throat. My mouth attacks her pussy a moment later as I continue working her. I add another finger inside her and then flick my tongue on her clit to draw out louder moans. Her legs thrash about on the bed, forcing me to use my free arm to pin her down by her hips.
“Matt, fuck!”
This spurns me to insert a third finger inside her pussy while my mouth continues to taste her. I only pause the latter sporadically to use my tongue to play with her clit. She moans louder now, which encourages me to work my fingers faster.
“Oh, fuck!”
After a few more minutes of attacking her pussy with my fingers and mouth, Olivia comes with a loud cry of pleasure. I use my tongue to taste everything she releases, making sure not to miss anything. I keep at it a second longer than necessary to ensure I get every last bit of Olivia. It’s a taste I savour and file away in the darkest recesses of my mind. I don’t want to forget how sweet she tastes when I go down on her.
Once I finish, I climb back to her mouth and kiss her sloppily.
“You took that so well,” I mumble in between the kiss.
Giggling, Olivia manages to flip us around so that she’s now on top. She straddles my hips as she leaves love bites on my neck that I know will bruise later.
Her lips travel down my neck and chest in the form of tender kisses. Her hands explore my body while she kisses her way to the hem of my sweats. She suddenly looks up at me and bats her eyelashes innocently.
“Please, baby? May I taste you?” she asks in a sickly sweet voice.
“Yes.”
“What’s the magic word?”
I narrow my light blue eyes. “Yes, please.”
Olivia giggles as she yanks my sweatpants off me, and then my boxers. My cock is hard and already leaking as she licks it gently. I let out a strangled groan as her hand works the base and she takes more of me into her mouth. Her movements are deliberately slow to draw out pleasure.
“Fuck,” I growl.
At this, Olivia looks up again and throws a wink my way. It makes my body warm from head to toe to watch her take all of me in her mouth. Her hand also palms my cock faster to match the speed of her mouth. She runs her tongue up and down, making sure to pay a little extra attention to the tip. I grab her hair to keep it from falling in front of her face. I don’t want something so trivial to distract her.
Her mouth and hand work even faster on my cock, making it difficult to keep my composure. My breathing is shallow as my heart pounds in my chest.
I tug on her hair hard enough to get her attention. Olivia lets go and removes her mouth from around my erect dick.
“You okay, baby?”
“Yeah, your mouth is amazing. I just wanna be inside you so bad.”
Olivia grins. “Would you like me on my back, or on my hands and knees?”
I swallow a moan. “Fuck…your hands and knees, for sure.”
“Very well then,” Olivia says, her grin widening.
I sit up to kiss her hard. I taste both her and myself as my tongue explores her mouth. Then I watch Olivia assume the position. I’m about to begin when something abruptly catches my eye.
“Is that…”
“A tattoo on my right ass cheek? Why yes, it is.”
I study the pretty script on Olivia’s skin- Curiosity often leads to trouble. My face breaks into a devilish smirk.
“It’s from the movie Alice in Wonderland,” she adds casually.
“How long have you had that?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
“Since before Covid,” Olivia answers. “So…are you gonna fuck me, or not?”
I chuckle as I line my cock up with her entrance. My hands grab at her ass while I enter her slowly. She moans into the duvet, her hands clutching the fabric for dear life.
“That’s it,” I coo. “You’re already taking me so well.”
My thrusts are gentle to start. Olivia’s moans are almost as gentle to match. I hold her in place with a firm grip, not wanting to hurt her.
“Please fuck me harder,” she begs.
I grant her wish by increasing the speed of my thrusts. My grip on her ass becomes stronger as a result. My breathing is erratic while I continue to fuck her senseless.
“You’re such a good girl,” I snarl. “You take my cock so, so well, baby.”
Olivia cries out when my thrusts get faster. She moans louder into the duvet as the sound of skin slapping on skin gets louder.
I suddenly pull out and flip her onto her back. Olivia opens her mouth to protest, only for me to shush her with a passionate kiss.
“I need to see your face when you come,” I say when I come up for air.
Now my thrusts become even faster. Olivia’s moans turn animalistic when I use my thumb to play with her clit. This goes on for what feels like forever.
“Are you gonna come for me?” I ask.
“Yes!” Olivia cries. “Fuck, yes!”
I keep my thrusts fast while my thumb continues to play with her sensitive clit. A few minutes later, she comes hard.
Rather than fuck her through her orgasm, I pull out to taste her as she comes. I don’t focus on anything but her cries of ecstasy and the sweet taste coming from her body. I hold her while making sure my tongue collects every last drop. This makes Olivia cry out even louder, which I didn’t think was possible. Her legs shake violently as a third orgasm crashes into her like a large ocean wave in a violent storm.
When she comes down from her high, I begin stroking myself. Olivia catches what I’m doing and hops off the bed to get on her knees.
“Let me.”
I stop what I’m doing, and she uses her mouth and hand to work my hard cock frantically. She only needs to do this for a few minutes before I come with a loud grunt. She swallows everything without trouble while I shut my eyes to let my climax take over. My hands hold her head in place to keep her from going anywhere.
It takes a couple of minutes for Olivia to remove herself from my cock. I help her to her feet and lay her back on the bed.
“Fuck, that felt so good,” Olivia remarks.
“It really did,” I say before planting a kiss on her lips.
“Hope you didn’t have anywhere you needed to be,” Olivia laughs.
“Nah, you’re good,” I reply, my hand stroking her hair.
Olivia’s laughter fades, as does her smile. I frown and stroke her hair again.
“A dollar for your thoughts?”
Olivia frowns. “I’m sorry?”
“Last time I asked for a penny for your thoughts, you said your thoughts were worth way more. So, I figured a dollar would be more than enough,” I explain.
This joke makes Olivia laugh briefly. “It’s just…if I asked you to shower with me, would you say yes?”
“Of course,” I say. I don’t see a world where I would say no to that suggestion.
“You realize that means seeing me without…this.” Olivia nudges her prosthetic leg with her other leg.
Now her question makes sense. She’s worried I’m going to be freaked out the moment I see her without her prosthetic. I had figured that was one of the things she has stressed out over in the past.
“That’s fine,” I say casually, like we’re talking about the weather.
My hand touches her right hip. Olivia shrinks a little at my touch, so I kiss her forehead.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. So beautiful in every way.”
Olivia reluctantly leads me to the ensuite. She sits inside the shower on the built-in bench and slowly takes her prosthetic leg off. It takes a minute or two for the rest of her leg to be revealed. The skin appears smooth all the way down, even at the spot where the amputation happened.
“May I please touch it?” I ask. “You’re not okay with it, that’s fine.”
Olivia grins and nods just as she turns on the water. So, I enter the shower and gingerly touch the skin. Hot water hits my head, soaking my hair in seconds.
“It doesn’t hurt,” she says.
Knowing that, I relax my body. I kiss her right leg and then her lips. Olivia gasps at the gesture.
“It doesn’t matter what your leg looks like,” I say. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met in my entire life. I don’t keep telling you that as a cheap compliment. I keep telling you because it’s the fucking truth, Olivia. Everything about you- your hair, eyes, skin, body, personality- is beautiful.”
I watch Olivia’s eyes light up at my words. She captures my lips in a tender kiss as water cascades over us. I pick her up and lean her against the foggy glass. She gasps at the cold contact and then continues kissing me. After another minute of this, I set her back down on the shower bench.
We shower in silence for several minutes. Once we finish, I exit first to grab Olivia’s clothes. Once I give them to her, I return to the bedroom to change. I give Olivia privacy so she can freshen up alone.
She exits the ensuite with a shy smile. She hops onto the bed and sits with her knees close to her chest.
“Thank you for trusting me with that,” I say while resting one hand on her back.
Olivia nods. “No, thank you. And…I owe you an apology.”
I frown in confusion. “For what?”
For a moment, Olivia stays quiet. “I know I’ve told you a lot of personal stuff…losing my parents and how I hate being seen as strong when I don’t feel that way. And I know you’ve seen me struggle with the aftermath of the car accident- the chronic pain, dealing with my stupid prosthetic leg and nightmares, you get the point. But…do you remember how you said I didn’t have to tell you anything I don’t want to?”
“I remember.”
“Well…” Olivia swallows hard. “I want to tell you now. It’s nothing earth-shattering- I’m not a serial killer and I don’t hate wrestling after all.”
Despite the tension in the room, I chuckle. “That’s good to know.”
Olivia grins for a second. “So, because of all the shit I’ve been through, I have my fair share of mental health issues- namely, depression and PTSD. I have to take two Prozacs in the morning just so my brain can function normally.”
The revelation hangs heavily in the air. I feel like I’ve finally clicked a big piece of the puzzle that is Olivia Parker into place. I had sensed something more beneath her sunny surface when we first met in-person. Knowing what it is exactly helps explain why Olivia was so shaken about the most recent anniversary of her car accident.
“Very few people know this about me,” Olivia continues. “My psychiatrist knows- she diagnosed me, after all- and some of my closest friends know. Other friends of mine don’t know, and neither do my fans. I’ve done a really good job of keeping this to myself.”
“Why haven’t you told others?” I ask in a slow voice.
Olivia sighs loudly. “Because I don’t want to let people down. I’m ‘so strong’ after all”- she throws in sarcastic air quotes- “so I can’t tell people. I know it sounds so fucking stupid when I say it out loud; especially with you ‘cause you’ve told me it’s okay if I don’t feel strong. And now I'm worried you’re gonna be mad that I kept this from you.”
My heart sinks hearing all this. As much as I wish Olivia had told me about her mental health struggles sooner, I understand why she hasn’t. Her explanation makes sense when I look at it from her point of view.
“I was also worried that, if I told you, you would think I was too much for you. But honestly? If you’ve stayed after everything else, surely you would stay after me telling you this. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about my mental health issues until now,” she concludes, her voice shaky.
I watch Olivia rest her head on her left leg, her eyes looking away from me.
“Look at me.”
Olivia doesn’t look back at me. So, I move to sit cross-legged in front of her.
“Baby, please look at me,” I say again.
It takes a minute for her to bring her gaze up to mine. I catch a glimmer of tears inside Olivia’s light green eyes.
“Fuck me, I cry a lot,” she says with a hollow laugh. “I’m sorry about that. I’m…I’m not a good girlfriend.”
“That is not true!” I roar.
Olivia flinches. I mentally curse myself for raising my voice.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” I tack on. “I shouldn’t have lost my temper, but it kills me to hear you talk about yourself that way. Look, let me be crystal clear- I’m not going anywhere. There’s nothing you could say or do to convince me to leave you. I want you- no, I need you, baby. And I’ll do anything to prove to you that I’m serious.”
“I don’t deserve you,” Olivia says.
“Yes, you do,” I counter. “You deserve me because I say so.”
At this, Olivia smiles. “Thank you for being so patient with me. It means a lot to me.”
“Of course,” I say, returning her smile.
I pull Olivia into my lap, her legs wrapping around me with ease. Her head gently rests on my chest as I hold her tight. I kiss her temple and hold her close to my body. Even though I should collect Gary and head back to my apartment, I don’t want to be anywhere else on Earth.
Something clicks in my head as we sit on her bed in this embrace. My mind, body, and soul feel at peace, something I’ve never felt with another human being. Being with Olivia- touching her, kissing her, sleeping with her, holding her- feels so right. It feels more right than anything else in the world.
I was wrong to tell Saraya that I’m just falling for Olivia.
The truth is, I fell in love with her a long time ago.
Those three fateful words are on the tip of my tongue, but I’m not about to unload them on Olivia right after she confided something so raw and personal. I keep my confession close to my heart for a better time.
Right now, I just want to enjoy this tender moment.
The Online Connection (Grayson Waller x Female OC) WWE Fanfic - Chapter 29
Synposis:
WWE Superstar Olivia Parker hasn't had it easy. After a horrific car accident resulted in losing part of her right leg and a spinal fusion, her long wrestling career has been put on hold indefinitely. Fortunately, a group of good friends and lots of therapy have her on the path to creating a (somewhat) normal life.
Like so many other people, Olivia spends way too much time scrolling on TikTok. It's there that she comes across NXT Superstar Grayson Waller late one night. A split decision results in them forging an online connection that's both electric and hilarious.
As time passes, one thing becomes clear- the connection between Olivia and Grayson is undeniable. Between banter, social media posts, and late-night DMs, there's something slowly building up to be more.
But what happens when that online connection goes offline?
Content warnings: Car accident, injuries sustained in car accident, death of a loved one (from years ago), mental health struggles, past trauma, explicit sexual content (praise, body worship, masturbation)
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Olivia - January 2023
On the morning of New Year’s Evil, Matt invites me to the Performance Centre to watch his match in-person. I happily accept his invitation, and he picks me up from my house so we can carpool later that day.
When I see Matt’s sedan pull up, I hop in as quickly as I can. We exchange greetings before our drive to the Performance Centre begins.
“How are you feeling about your match?” I ask.
“Nervous, but excited too,” Matt answers.
I look down to find him drumming one hand on the console. I grab it and run my thumb along his knuckles. I snap my gaze up to find him grinning.
“Win or lose, I’m so, so proud of you for this match,” I say, my grip tightening ever so slightly.
Matt steals a glance at me, his grin now larger. “Thank you.”
Once we arrive, we split up so Matt can get ready for his match. I say hi to Shawn Michaels and some producers I already know. Once I finish catching up with them, I decide to pay a visit to the women’s locker room. I meet many talented NXT female Superstars, learn about their journey to this company, and how they’re feeling about where they’re currently at in NXT. Some of them aren’t familiar with me, though they’re polite in our interactions. Other Superstars- namely Cora Jade, Roxanne Perez, and Thea Hail- fan girl the minute they see me.
“Aww, you’re so sweet!” Cora exclaims.
“Oh my God, I’m such a huge fan!” Roxanne squeals while hugging me tight.
“I’ve always looked up to you, and I’m so glad you’re just as nice as they say!” Thea shrieks.
I thank everyone for their kind words, and even take pictures with many of the girls. Some ask me for wrestling advice, which I’m all too happy to give. I wish them all the best of luck in NXT and make it clear that I’m always rooting for them. I even give some of them my phone number in case they ever want to chat more.
After doing this for over half an hour, I exit the women’s locker room to grab a bite to eat. I’m only halfway to catering when I hear someone call my name. I stop in my tracks to turn behind me.
A tan woman with long, straight jet black hair and light green eyes speed walks over with an unclear facial expression. She stands almost a head taller than me once she’s up close. It only takes me a second to figure out who she is.
“You must be Indi Hartwell! I’m Olivia, it’s nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too. You can call me by my real name, Samantha.”
We exchange handshakes. Her grip is firm, albeit with a sliver of apprehension. I’m about to say I’m a fan of her too, but she speaks up first.
“Matt’s told me so much about you.”
My smile grows a bit. “Oh, yeah? I take it you two are friends then?”
Samantha nods. “Yeah, I met him when he first signed to WWE in 2021. We hit it off ‘cause we’re both from Australia; he’s from Sydney and I’m from Melbourne. He’s one of my best mates.”
“That’s awesome!” I exclaim. “I’m assuming he’s told you good things about me?”
“Oh my God, he’s so into you!” Samantha gushes.
My cheeks turn red. “Oh, lord. I’m sorry you had to hear all about it.”
“No, it’s sweet!” Samantha insists. “He’s been into you for so long. I clocked it long ago.”
“You did?”
“Absolutely! Last summer, a bunch of us went out for drinks, and I watched him turn a woman down. He told me that you two were talking and just friends, but I wasn’t convinced.”
I frown. “No?”
Samantha shakes her head. “And then it happened again, like, a month later. I knew he was into you- and I was right, because he told me that night that he’d started flirting with you. He was all like, ‘Nothing’s going on between us.’ I knew it was bullshit.”
My heart skips a beat. Learning about Matt’s initial feelings for me from one of his friends is turning me into a puddle of goo.
“I hope he didn’t annoy you by going on and on about me,” I remark with an airy laugh.
“Honestly, it mostly annoyed me that he wouldn’t see what was right in front of him,” Samantha says, tucking a strand of hair behind her left ear. “And don’t get me started on that bloody TikTok! You know, the one where he said you were his dream guest for The Grayson Waller Effect?”
I snort and burst into a fit of hysterical giggles. “How could I forget?”
Samantha also laughs. “He was so stressed about what he’d said, and then was all like, ‘I don’t know why I’m acting like this.’ I was like, ‘Mate, you can’t be this thick!’, ‘cause I mean…seriously?? I knew he was into you- I think he just wasn’t ready to admit it to himself.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Oh?”
“Yeah, I think he was nervous to be honest with himself,” Samantha continues. “He knows who you are ‘cause you’ve been in WWE for so long, and I think that made him really nervous to pursue you.”
I bite my lip. “I didn’t realize that.”
“Well, I’m just glad you forced him to meet you by showing up here out of the blue,” Samantha says with a newfound smirk.
“It had to be done,” I reply matter-of-factly.
Samantha giggles again while crossing her arms over her chest. “He thinks so highly of you, you know. When he told me about you two meeting a while back, I could see how much he cares about you from how he talked about you.”
I smile. “I’m glad to hear that. And like I said, I hope hearing him ramble on about me wasn’t too annoying.”
“Don’t worry about it, mate! I’d rather hear him go on about you than about himself.”
I cackle at Samantha’s remark. Hearing about Matt from her perspective helps shine a new light on his feelings for me. It also makes my feelings for him grow deeper.
Her words linger in my head later that night, when I find Matt standing outside gorilla prior to his match. I easily spot him from his basketball shorts-style ring gear. He’s stretching his arms over his head with his back facing me.
“Damn, you look so hot!”
Matt spins around, flashing me a devilish grin. “Why, thank you, baby. Can I get a good luck kiss before I go out to the ring? Please?”
I smirk and nod. “Remember- we’re in public, Matthew. Please try to behave yourself, okay?”
He frowns for a split second before smiling again to plant a soft kiss on my lips.
“Please be safe,” I whisper once we break apart.
“I’ll try my best,” Matt says.
Once he’s in gorilla, I find a nearby monitor to watch the match. I smile as Matt makes his entrance minutes later. Seeing his cocky swagger makes me snicker into my hand. I wish I was sitting at ringside just so he could hear me boo the shit out of him.
The match goes fairly well, with Matt doing a great job at holding his own against Bron Breakker. When Matt takes a brutal move, I wince with baited breath. The thought of him getting injured niggles me, but I try to push that possibility out of my head. When Matt gets some good hits on Bron, I smile wide. Since I’m backstage, I don’t cheer or make any noise so as to not disrupt anyone nearby.
In the end, an issue with the ropes breaking causes Matt to not be able to execute a move and take a brutal hit to the ground. This results in a count out finish, much to my dismay. I frown when the ring announcer declares that Bron is still the NXT Champion as a direct result. He’s a great wrestler, but I had wanted Matt to win more.
I leave the monitor and find the entrance to gorilla again. After several minutes, Bron exits with his NXT Championship in hand. We meet and chat for a bit, with me praising him for doing well and him thanking me for my kind words. He then leaves while I stay by gorilla.
A couple of minutes later, Matt appears, rubbing the back of his neck. He smiles as soon as our eyes meet.
“You did so good out there,” I say as we close the gap between us. “I’m sorry you didn’t win.”
“It’s okay,” Matt replies, his tone light-hearted yet tired.
He carefully cradles my head with one hand and places a soft kiss on my forehead. The scent of sweat hits my nostrils, though I pay it no mind.
“Thank you for being here to support me,” Matt whispers in my ear.
He pulls away in time to see me smile. “Of course, sweetheart. I wouldn’t have missed this for anything.”
He leans down to kiss my lips this time, which I’m more than willing to return. His arms wrap around my waist while my hands grab his face.
We shouldn’t be all over each other just outside gorilla in the Performance Centre. Any Superstar, producer, or backstage personnel could catch us in the act right this second. We both know better than to make out here like a pair of horny teenagers.
Yet even with that in mind, I couldn’t care less about who sees anything.
***
About a week later, Saraya texts me to say she’ll be in Orlando for work for a couple of days. I insist that she stays at mine while in town- an offer she’s quick to take me up on.
“Hey, bestie!”
I smile wide when I spot her strutting into my home like she owns it. She sets her luggage aside just as I run over to tackle her with a massive hug.
“Hey, babe! How have you been?” I ask.
“Good,” Saraya replies with a warm tone of voice.
Once the hug ends, Gary makes his presence known by weaseling his way between us. He jumps on Saraya’s leg and whines loudly to get her attention.
“Hey, bud!”
“Gary, stop!” I command. “Sorry, he loves meeting new people.”
“It’s okay,” Saraya says, reaching down to pet him. “His name’s Gary?”
“Yeah, he’s Matt’s dog.”
Saraya looks up at me with raised eyebrows. “Oh?”
“He’s doing a few NXT house shows, so I offered to watch his dog while he’s away,” I explain.
“That’s very sweet of you,” Saraya remarks. “Do Gary and Ash get along?”
“Well, they were sleeping all cuddled together right up until two seconds ago.”
“Aww, that’s too cute!”
Our eyes flick over to Ash’s bed, where he continues to snooze without a care in the world.
“They’re both so adorable,” Saraya says while strolling into my living room.
“They are when they’re not trying to kill each other,” I reply as I follow behind her.
We each sit on the sectional, with Gary hopping up to sit closer to Saraya. His tag wags like crazy as she resumes scratching his head.
“I take it things are going well between you and Matt then, if you’re watching his dog,” Saraya says.
I nod. “Yeah, things are good with us. As a matter of fact, we went to Sydney over Christmas so I could meet his Mum and extended family.”
Saraya’s dark brown eyes widen as she goes slack-jawed. I respond with a nervous laugh while raking one hand through my long hair.
“So, I met his mum before Christmas, and then I met most of his extended family on Christmas Day,” I add. “We flew back to Orlando the next day.”
“How did it all go?” Saraya asks with baited breath.
“It couldn’t have gone better,” I reveal.
I proceed to recall how the meeting with Matt’s mum went. I don’t leave anything out, including the moments when I had to tell her about my parents being deceased and showing her that I’m an amputee.
“She was really sweet about everything,” I say after recalling both memories. “Matt told me she wouldn’t have a problem with my leg, but I wasn’t sure. It’s not that I thought he was lying; I just needed to see it in order to believe it, you know?”
“I totally get what you’re saying,” Saraya says as she stretches her legs out. “What about meeting his extended family?”
“That also went well,” I reply. “Matt made the day really special even before that.”
Saraya raises her eyebrows. “How so?”
My insides become warm when I think back to Christmas Day.
I woke up that morning to find Matt not in bed beside me. I blinked hard and rubbed sleep from my eyes just as he came out of the bathroom.
“Morning,” I mumbled as I threw my glasses on so I could see him clearly.
“Merry Christmas, baby,” he said, climbing onto the bed to wrap me in his arms.
I leaned into his touch, smiling when he kissed my temple. He left a few more kisses on my face before finally kissing my lips. I giggled as he pulled away.
“Merry Christmas,” I replied in a sleepy manner.
“Remember when I said that flying you here was my Christmas present to you?” Matt asked.
I nodded.
“Well…there’s one more thing.”
My eyes went wide and I sat up in bed. “Matt, you didn’t-”
“It’s not much,” he interjected, “but I think you’ll like it.”
He hopped off the bed and went into his suitcase. It took him a few minutes to pull a medium-sized red gift bag from a small compartment. He handed it to me and sat back on the bed.
“You shouldn’t have,” I began.
“I wanted to,” Matt interjected. “I wanna spoil you too.”
I smiled as my hand dove into the gift bag. It took a minute for me to extract a small kangaroo plushie from inside. Another laugh bubbled out of my throat as I examined the soft stuffed animal.
“I saw it when I was in town filming for NXT,” Matt explained sheepishly. “I thought you would like a little souvenir of our first trip to Australia together.”
The sentiment hit me harder than expected. I felt my insides turn into mush at the idea of this being the first of many trips we would take together as a couple. A few tears brimmed my eyes too. Luckily, I managed to quickly blink them away.
“Thank you,” I said as I looked back at my boyfriend. “Now I wish I had a gift to give you.”
“Nah, it’s okay,” Matt replied, scooching over to wrap an arm around my shoulders. “I truly mean it when I say that you being here and spoiling me with this fancy hotel is more than enough.”
“Are you sure?” I asked.
Matt nodded with a big smile. “Positive.”
We shared a tender kiss and hug. A rouge tear trickled down my cheek, but I swiped it away before Matt noticed. I wanted to enjoy the remainder of Christmas morning without turning into a weeping mess.
By early afternoon, we returned to his mum’s house to meet a lot of extended family- Matt’s aunt and uncle, as well as a few cousins and their respective families. Everyone welcomed me with open arms and kind greetings, and I warmed up to them easily. I made a point not to bring up my leg or my parents to anyone so as to not ruin the festive mood. Instead, I spoke about the upcoming release of my second book, what I had planned once Matt and I returned to the United States, and how much I love being a dog mom. It had been a fun night of good food and even better people.
“That was a lot of fun,” I said as I drove us back to our hotel room sometime after dinner wrapped up.
“It was,” Matt remarked. “Did you enjoy yourself tonight?”
“I really did,” I replied. My voice suddenly felt thick, forcing me to try and clear it.
“Are you okay?”
I sighed loudly. “Ugh, I don’t wanna ruin Christmas Day.”
“You won’t.”
“You don’t know that. I could very well tell you that Santa isn’t real.”
Matt gasped dramatically and clutched his chest like he was in the throes of a massive heart attack. “What?! Since when?”
I snorted and let out an obnoxious laugh. “Since forever, dumbass.”
“Oh my God, my whole life has been a lie!” Matt wailed, putting his face in his hands like a child who’s seconds away from bawling his eyes out.
I flashed him a death glare. “Seriously?”
Matt pulled himself together like nothing happened. “Nah, I’m good. I already knew that.”
“Yeah, I figured as much.”
“No, seriously, though- are you okay?”
I found a parking spot at our hotel and threw the rental car in park. “It’s just…I had forgotten how nice it felt to spend Christmas with loved ones. After my parents died, I didn’t have anyone to spend the holidays with. My grandparents on both sides have passed away, my mom was an only child, and my dad’s sister passed away when she was a baby from SIDS. So, that means no aunts or uncles too. My family has always been small, which was fine with me. But then my parents died, which meant that I was alone.”
Hot tears pricked my eyes the more I spoke. While it’s no secret to anyone that my parents are long gone, only a few people close to me know just how hard it is to be alone in this context.
I have no problem being alone in other aspects. Prior to my relationship with Matt, I loved being single and not dealing with the bullshit that comes with dating. I also didn’t mind not being able to get together with friends if they’re busy. In fact, I genuinely enjoy taking myself on a solo date to dinner or to a cute coffee shop. In my early twenties, it took time to get to a place where I’m truly happy being alone. I wouldn’t even think twice about it today.
Spending Christmas with Matt and his family had brought back old memories of Christmas with my family. Every Christmas morning, I woke to find gifts under the tree of our apartment. Dad would grumble about Santa eating “his” cookies, only for Mom to promise that there were more for him to munch on later. While we weren’t rich by any stretch, my parents did their best to make the holiday season magical.
My paternal grandparents would spoil me with hugs and homemade Christmas cookies that I wanted to devour, but couldn’t because Mom insisted I save room for dinner. Meanwhile, my maternal grandfather would insist I show him all the gifts Santa got me for Christmas, even after I learned the truth about Santa. My paternal grandmother Olivia would then let me watch her cook and throw a ton of silly questions her way about whatever was on my mind. No matter what I asked, she always answered me like I was an adult.
I word vomited all that in the driver’s seat of the rental car, with Matt watching on in stunned silence. While a tiny part of me was happy to share these precious memories with him, grief and guilt consumed my entire body. My body shook as I cried, wishing that none of those things came out on today of all days. I couldn’t look my boyfriend in the eye throughout me spilling my guts.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin everything,” I muttered when I finally managed to calm down. “I promise you, I’m so grateful you asked me to come here, and I’m grateful I got to meet your family. This is all just hitting me at the worst fucking time.”
Matt reached across the car and hugged me tight. “You have nothing to apologize for, baby. Do you hear me? You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about. You didn’t ruin anything. I wanted to bring you here to make happy memories for you because you bloody deserve it. And hopefully, we can continue to make more happy memories in the future.”
I snapped my still watery gaze to him. “Really?”
Matt kissed my damp cheek. “Absoutely. I’d do anything to make that happen, Olivia.”
My heart skipped a beat. “That’s a really big thing to say.”
“Good thing it’s the truth.”
I shook my head with a shocked laugh. “Thank you again for everything- this trip, meeting your family, your Christmas gifts…and just being you. Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”
Matt smiled while wiping the last few tears off my face. “Merry Christmas, baby.”
As I relay all this to Saraya now, I find myself getting choked up more than once. It’s taking everything in me to not get super emotional while talking about my trip to Sydney.
“As emotional as it was, I truly had the best time,” I say.
Saraya’s eyes are misty. “Holy fucking shit, Olivia. I’m telling you, dude, he’s a keeper.”
“I almost wrecked what was supposed to be a nice trip more than once,” I point out while shaking my head in disbelief.
“You didn’t almost wreck shit,” Saraya says while pushing impending tears back with the pads of her fingers. “You’re allowed to be vulnerable with your boyfriend, you know.”
I groan and drop my head to my hands.
“What?” Saraya asks.
“That reminds me,” I say as I look back at her. “I still haven’t opened up about my mental health issues to Matt.”
“You haven’t?”
I shake my head. “I’ve only told a few of my closest friends, including you. I haven’t told anyone else, including my own boyfriend. Fuck, I haven’t even talked about it publicly. My psychiatrist told me I should tell Matt and my remaining friends, or just Matt at the very least.”
“So, why haven’t you done that?” Saraya inquires.
“It’s just…” I sigh loudly. “I have a reputation for being ‘strong’”- I make sure to include air quotes- “all the time. After all, how else could I have endured what all I’ve been through? So, if people find out I’m not as strong as they think, I’ll only let them down. I won’t carry on ‘cause you of all people know about this.”
I pause to rub my bare face with my hands. “The thing is, Matt already knows how I feel about being seen as a strong person. We talked about it long before we started dating, for Christ’s sakes! A part of me knows he would understand and accept it as part of me, just like being an amputee and having dead parents. But also…it’s a lot. All of it is a lot. It’s making me wonder if all my trauma is too much to make being with me worth his while.”
Saraya sighs softly as she places her hands on my shoulders. “Olivia, the man came to your fucking house to take care of you when your chronic pain was making you feel like shit. He accepted some of your darker, uglier thoughts and your past without hesitation. He asked you to fly across the fucking world to meet his family. And most of everything I just said happened in the few months since you two met in-person. Do you honestly think that this will be the thing that will make him walk away from you?”
I sit back on the couch to muse everything in silence. It’s one thing to have my psychiatrist gently suggest opening up about my mental health issues to those closest in my life. While I respect Dr. Montgomery and acknowledge how much her sessions have helped me, I find myself unwilling to take this one piece of advice. It’s another thing to have one of my closest friends- a woman who dropped her entire life to take care of me in the immediate aftermath of the car accident that wrecked my body and my wrestling career in one fell swoop- lay out all the facts in front of me.
My heart slowly sinks into my stomach. How could I be such a blind idiot? Saraya’s right- this wouldn’t cause Matt to walk away from me. If anything, not telling him my mental health struggles would do just that. It makes me look like a dishonest person for not coming clean. Worse, it makes me look like a hypocrite after I had told him how important not breaking my trust is to me.
I’m inadvertently breaking his trust by keeping this to myself.
“Also,” Saraya continues, “our friends won’t judge you for your mental health issues. I’m sure some of them struggle with similar shit too! Sure, it’s not the same as what all you’ve been through- I wouldn’t go so far as to say that. My point is, everyone is dealing with something.”
“Everyone is fighting a battle you know nothing about,” I interrupt.
Saraya grins. “I think I’ve heard you say that exact phrase before.”
“Only a couple hundred thousand times.”
We both giggle. While it has been more than a hot minute since I uttered that very sentence, it is one I have been known to use.
“Do you think I should disclose my mental health shit publicly?” I ask. “I’ve thought about it, but I don’t know how WWE will react to it.”
“If they have a problem with it, that’s too damn bad,” Saraya replies. “It’s not like you’re blaming them for your mental health- you’re just disclosing it. I highly doubt they’ll be mad about that. If that does happen though, don’t worry- I’ll yell at management for you.”
“WIth all due respect, you’ll have to get in line,” I say.
Saraya cackles. “That’s my bitch!”
I join in with her boisterous laughter. Ash, who has only just woken up from his slumber, saunters over to greet Saraya with his tail wagging.
“Aww, hi, you!” she coos. She pets his head while Ash practically smiles in response.
I watch Gary stare at Saraya paying attention to Ash and not him. His body is uncharacteristically stiff.
“Oh, don’t be like that,” I say while grabbing him so I can pet him. “You get plenty of attention too, buddy.”
“Someone’s jealous,” Saraya teases. “Don’t worry, dude- I also get jealous when Olivia doesn’t give me enough attention.”
“Saraya!!!”
“What?! It’s true!”
I shake my head and facepalm at her remark. “You’re fucking unreal.”
Saraya tosses me a wink. “Oh, shut up. Admit it- you love me.”
“Sure,” I say lamely.
We laugh again at our nonsense. It’s times like this that make me eternally grateful for Saraya’s friendship. She truly is a fantastic friend to have in my corner through highs and lows.
“Thank you for laying everything out for me,” I say once our laughter ceases. “You and my psychiatrist are right- I need to tell Matt before I can even think of telling anyone else.”
“Good,” Saraya says firmly.
“I’m gonna wait until he comes back from the house shows he’s doing,” I add. “I need to tell him in-person, not over text.”
“That’s the right thing to do” Saraya remarks.
Later, when Saraya and I turn in for the night, I lie awake in bed to think about everything we discussed. I know I have been putting off confiding in Matt about my mental health issues for far too long. Granted, it’s not like I haven’t opened up to him about anything personal up to this point. This, however, is the one thing I have kept close to my chest the longest. I need to ignore my worries of what it could happen if I tell him and just fucking do it.
I finally close my eyes to sleep with Matt’s smile fresh in my mind.
I put on my headphone and headed to airplane, I toke a seat in my window seat. As soon I got the airplane, I text my girlfriend to let her know that I'm on the plane.
Grayson: I just got on the plane. We are about to take off soon. I will call you when I get to the hotel or venue.
Dallas,TX
Sunshine: Sounds good. Have a good day at work. When you call me, I have surprise for you
Grayson: I can't wait. Talk to you soon.
Sunshine: Safe travels. Love you ❤️❤️
The plane toke off, It was 3 hour flight. I arrived in Dallas,TX. I passed all the psycho fans who was waiting at the airport and ask us for autographs. I got in my uber and headed to venue. When I got to the venue, I went inside and put my stuff in the locker room and went to catering and sat at the corner in the back. I texted my girlfriend to let her know that I have at the venue.
Grayson: I arrived at the venue in American Airlines Center for tonight show.
Sunshine: I'm glad you got there safely. I'm still work. I might be home same time as you tonight because Travis sends me email around 8am saying he can't come to work today. So I have to work overtime.
I read the message and part of me wants to break Travis face. That's Grayson Waller/Matty in me.
Grayson: You want to me break his face for you.
Sunshine: I would love but if you do that I won't have employee babe 😂
Grayson: that's very true, hopefully he has good reason why he isn't showing up. I have to get going but I will talk to you. Before I go, you know you don't have call me by wrestling name right.
Sunshine: yeah hopefully he does. I know I don't have to but I know you get turn on when call you Matty Wahlberg 😂.
Grayson: Also true. Just you calling me Matt turns me on regardless. But I'm still waiting for my nickname from you.
Sunshine: I will have nickname for you soon. Now stop getting distracted by texting your sexy girlfriend and start getting ready for work.
Grayson: I love when you are demanding, it's hot. I'm going go now before I start getting hard at work. Love you
Sunshine: 😈. Love you too.
I looked down at my pants to make sure I don't have a boner or anything. I didn't have one which it's good. I headed to locker room, I got ready for the show. Today schedule I had segments with Austin Theory and Adam Pearce and force Austin Theory go against Sheamus. After the show was over, I headed back to locker room to grab my stuff and headed home. As I turn around, I see my partner Austin Theory standing there.
"What in the hell was that you pulled out there" Austin said
"I'm not sure know what you are talking about"
"We agree that you are going against Sheamus and you backfire it on me and let me face against him" Austin said
"Mate I know. I wasn't feeling well that's all"
"Feeling sick, my ass. The reason why I didn't want face Sheamus because you were too busy jerking off and thinking about the girl met at the meet and greet" Austin said
"Don't bring Y/N into this. Do you hear me"
"Oh sensitive subject I see. We'll lock in next time. Stop thinking about her at work and focus on us winning tag team gold again" Austin said
Austin left before I could even answer him, Sheamus enter the locker room.
"What's wrong with him" Sheamus asked
"Nothing, he just being baby"
"Ahh okay. Listen mate, since I got you before you go. There is a concert in Nashville this weekend, I have to three tickets well two tickets since Bayley agree to come. You bring someone to the concert, what do you say fella" Sheamus said
"Yeah why not. I will see if my girl wants to go. Who's performing"
"Luke Bryan" Sheamus said
"Okay, I will ask her when I get home and I will shoot you a text when I get home"
"Okay sound good Fella. Have a safe flight home, sorry for beating up your partner tonight" Sheamus said
"I will thanks. And don't worry you need that but I don't tell him that I said that"
"My lips are sealed" Sheamus said
I grabbed my stuff and headed to airport to go home.
Orlando, Florida
I arrived in Orlando, I toke a taxi and went home. When I opened the front door of my place, instead of my dog Gary running at the door, it was girlfriend standing there with whip cream can in her hand. She gave me a kiss on the lip and I kissed her back.
"Hello babe, how was work"
"I don't want to talk about work. I want to have fun with my man right now" she responded while removing my belt of my pants.
"Someone is really horny. I like it"
My girlfriend brought me to bedroom and push me on the bed. She toke off her top and bra off, she was completely naked.
"Take off your pants now" she said
"Make me"
She went to kitchen, grab a chair, toke a seat facing me and pulled out the vibrator.
"If you don't want me to use the vibrator in front of you, then I advise to take off your pants now" she said.
She knew how to make me mad and make me turn on as well. I started taking off my pants and even my boxer as well. I just looked at her as walking towards me.
Your POV
You walked towards your man, got the bed. You licked your hand and stroking his cock, he let a moan.
"Fuck baby" Grayson moaned
You decide not suck on his cock this time, you whisper his ear as you stroking his cock.
"Matt, my love I want you to fuck me like right now. My body needs you. Please fuck me"
"Anything for you baby" Grayson said
Grayson put you on your back, stroked his cock a bit and put it in your pussy, started fucking you.
"MATT FUCK"
"You are so wet baby. You like when I fuck you hard" Grayson responded fucking you while holding your waist.
"Yes. Don't stop, fuck me harder"
Grayson kisses and sucking your neck while fucking you hard and rough. All you can do is moan.
"FUCK BABY. THAT FEELS SO GOOD"
"Fuck, I'm about to cum" Grayson moaned
"Cum inside me baby, I know you want to"
Grayson went faster and harder, I can my legs shaky. The thing I know he cums inside me. He pull out and lay next to me. He gives a kiss on the forehead.
"Anything else you need me to do for you baby" Grayson said.
"Another than coming in the shower with me"
"I would love too" Grayson said.
You and Grayson got in the shower together. You were stroking his cock in the shower for a bit. As you did that, he pin to the wall under shower head and started fingering you. You had to stop him before it got out of hand. You guys got of the shower, put on your sleeping wear and went to bed.
The Online Connection (Grayson Waller x Female OC) WWE Fanfic - Chapter 28
Synposis:
WWE Superstar Olivia Parker hasn't had it easy. After a horrific car accident resulted in losing part of her right leg and a spinal fusion, her long wrestling career has been put on hold indefinitely. Fortunately, a group of good friends and lots of therapy have her on the path to creating a (somewhat) normal life.
Like so many other people, Olivia spends way too much time scrolling on TikTok. It's there that she comes across NXT Superstar Grayson Waller late one night. A split decision results in them forging an online connection that's both electric and hilarious.
As time passes, one thing becomes clear- the connection between Olivia and Grayson is undeniable. Between banter, social media posts, and late-night DMs, there's something slowly building up to be more.
But what happens when that online connection goes offline?
Content warnings: Car accident, injuries sustained in car accident, death of a loved one (from years ago), mental health struggles, past trauma, explicit sexual content (praise, body worship, masturbation)
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Matt - December 2022
The next couple of weeks fly by. The biggest highlight is the most recent PLE, NXT Deadline, where I won the Men’s Iron Survivor Challenge to become the number one contender for the NXT Championship. It’s a massive opportunity that I’m incredibly grateful for, and I know I need to step up to the plate to impress people.
“You already impress me,” Olivia said when I told her this during a phone call after my match. “I’m so proud of you for getting this opportunity, and I’m gonna continue to be proud of you whether you win or lose.”
My heart swelled to match the size of my wide smile. “Thank you, baby. I’m so glad I have you in my corner.”
“I may make fun of Grayson Waller and silently wish for his downfall, but I would never do that to Matthew Farrelly.”
“You better keep doing that,” I insisted in between a light-hearted chuckle. “Who else is gonna give me a hard time the same way that you do?”
No one is funnier than me, not even you,” Olivia deadpanned.
I laughed and shook my head. I wasn’t about to admit it, but she’s right.
Almost two weeks later, we make the long journey from Orlando, Florida to Sydney, Australia. It takes two long flights that add up to over 25 hours of traveling. It’s a long, tiring trip that will be well worth it.
During both flights, I wait until Olivia falls asleep in her seat to begin reading her second book. The handwritten message and autograph she left in the opening page makes me smile before I finally dive in. I manage to read a third of her novel whenever she’s asleep. I don’t want her to know I’m reading it and make her super nervous about whether or not I like it.
We arrive in Sydney on Thursday just after nine AM. Once we collect our luggage and get through customs, we rent a car to grab some much-needed food.
“So, what days do you have to film stuff for NXT?” Olivia asks as we sit in a fairly crowded diner.
“Most of it will happen today and tomorrow,” I answer. “They want to film me at my old stomping grounds, and then I need to film a promo. I’m sure we’ll film other stuff too, but those are the biggest things.”
As much as I wish this was just a vacation, it’s also a work trip. NXT wants me to film some content to hype up my NXT Championship title match, which is happening next month at New Year’s Evil against Bron Breakker. They had the bright idea to film me in Sydney to show where I come from and hype me up. While I have no problem with it and think it will turn out cool, a bigger part of me would prefer to spend all my time showing Olivia around my hometown and have her meet my family.
“It doesn’t bother me at all,” she said when I had explained this to her. It was the morning after she had invited me to her place to cook me dinner. “I won’t die if we don’t spend every waking moment together.”
“Yeah, well, I might,” I grumbled.
Olivia rolled her eyes. “Trust me, you’ll live.”
I knew she was right at the time, and I still know that now. Yet guilt continues to nag me, even in this very moment. I would rather this be a fun vacation, especially since I can’t forget Olivia’s past comment about not usually having plans around Christmas time.
“We’re not filming today until mid-afternoon,” I add after swallowing a bite of vegemite toast. “The crew needs some time to get in and set things up. That means you have me all to yourself until then.”
Olivia grins. “I like the sounds of that.”
After breakfast, we explore some Christmas markets deep in the city. We take our time exploring the vendors under the hot Sydney sun. We grab meat pies for lunch from one of the vendors, which I insist on after Olivia confesses she has never had one before.
“So, you eat it with ketchup?” she asks as she tears open the small packet of sauce.
“It’s tomato sauce, not ketchup,” I say.
Olivia shrugs. “To-may-to, to-ma-to.”
A curse nearly slips out of me. “Seriously? Taste it, and then tell me it’s the same as ketchup.”
Once she tastes her meat pie, she smirks. “Alright, I stand corrected. And this is delish!”
“I’m glad you admitted your mistake.”
“Don’t get used to it.”
When we can finally drive to our hotel to check in later that afternoon, Olivia is the one who plugs in the directions on our rental car’s navigation. I don’t realize what hotel it is until my eyes catch sight of a fancy building that sits a stone’s throw away from the Sydney Opera House.
“Olivia, you didn’t.”
Olivia purses her lips while fighting a smirk off her face.
Despite my newfound apprehension, I pull into the Park Hyatt Sydney parking lot. Once I find a parking space and kill the engine, my head whips over to her.
“Told you to consider this as my Christmas gift to you,” she says.
I sit back in my seat. “Baby…you didn’t have to spend so much on our hotel room. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate it, but…” I trail off in disbelief.
Olivia waves off my words. “I wanna spoil you! You deserve it for getting this incredible title opportunity, and for how sweet you’ve been to me. And I think it suits a future NXT Champion, don’t you agree?”
I find myself smiling as my heart tightens in my chest. “Thank you, baby.”
We check into a lavish room with a stunning view of the Sydney Harbour. The king-sized cream bed takes up a sizable amount of real estate. There’s a fair-sized black flat-screen TV sitting across from it on a wooden dresser. By the large window is a beige love seat, as well as a wooden dining table with beige chairs. There’s a closed-in balcony with comfy beige chairs sitting inside. It all looks and feels expensive.
I head inside the bathroom to drop off my toiletries, only to stop dead in my tracks to take in my surroundings. The bathroom is also lavish, complete with white marble countertops, double sinks to match, a giant rectangle mirror, and dark cherry wood cabinets. There’s also an oval-shaped white marble bath tub that could easily fit two or three people. A spotless glass shower with a rainfall shower head completes the picture of a luxurious bathroom that would fit perfectly inside the mansion of an A-List celebrity.
I'm not in the right tax bracket to stay in this hotel room.
Once I finish organizing my stuff in the bathroom, I exit in a slightly stunned state.
“For what it’s worth, I wouldn’t normally stay in such a fancy hotel while traveling,” Olivia pipes up. “I just wanted to splurge on my man for a change.”
My gaze snaps over to my girlfriend, who’s emptying some of her clothes into the dresser. I can hear blood rushing in my ears as the implications of this grand gesture hit me all at once.
“You really did this for me?”
Olivia looks up, and then strolls over to hug me. “You have no idea how much being here with you means to me, Matt.”
Now it all makes sense. This isn’t just about celebrating my title opportunity, or her showing her appreciation for me just because.
She’s showing her appreciation of me wanting to make better Christmas memories for her.
I return the hug, making sure to hold her tight. Tears spring to my eyes, but I manage to blink them away before she pulls away to smile at me.
“Thank you,” I manage despite my throat feeling thick.
“No, thank you,” Olivia replies.
***
I spend most of the next morning filming for NXT, getting footage we weren’t able to get yesterday. This includes one instance where I get some shots of me at Bondi Beach before Olivia shows up after we wrap to join me in enjoying the sun and surf. It’s annoying having to work during what should be a nice Christmas trip with my girlfriend. Yet she doesn’t complain or seem put out from having to deal with this.
“It’s okay, Matt,” she says once we find a shady spot away from the insanely crowded beach. “If I’m gonna be alone, at least I’m alone in a beautiful city. Besides, I’ve been keeping busy while you’re working.”
“Oh, yeah? What ‘cha been up to?” I prod.
Olivia stretches her arms over her head and rolls her shoulders. “Well, I took a stroll around the Sydney Harbour to check out the area- mostly some nearby stores and a cute little coffee shop. I don’t want to wander off too far, since it’s my first time in Sydney. But it’s been nice to get outside and enjoy the summer weather.”
I nod while my eyes drink in her appearance. She’s wearing an emerald green halter bikini that shows off her petite, slim figure perfectly. I spy the large sunflower tattoo on her left knee that I’ve grown to be familiar with, as well as various quotes and smaller tattoos scattered about both her arms.
“You should take a photo, it’ll last longer.”
I blink hard to find Olivia smirking and shaking her head. My cheeks flush as she adjusts her bikini bottoms. My cock twitches at the sight, so I look away to chill out. I refuse to embarrass myself on this beach with a raging hard-on.
“We’re going to your mother’s place this evening, right?”
The innocent question stops more dirty thoughts from brewing in my head. “Yeah, I told Mum we’d be there by five. Are you nervous to meet her?”
“Oh, for sure,” Olivia says, her eyes dropping to her exposed prosthetic leg. She crosses her other leg over it, as if she’s trying to hide the former. “Does she know about my leg?”
I shake my head. “I know she’s not gonna have a problem with it, though.”
Olivia bites her lower lip. “And if she does?”
My gaze hardens. “And if she does…then that’s her problem, not yours. I seriously doubt that that’s gonna happen, though. So, please don’t feel like you have to hide your leg from my mum.”
Despite my reassurance, Olivia doesn’t appear convinced. I reach over and grab her hand to give it a squeeze.
“It’s gonna be okay.”
“You sound really sure about that.”
“Because I am.”
Olivia inches over to me and rests her head on my arm. I tune out the bustling beach as I kiss her temple.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper into her ear. “I’ll tell you that as many times as I have to so you believe me.”
I watch Olivia blush and press her lips into a thin line. She then snickers while shaking her head again. “You really are something else.”
“So are you,” I remark before kissing her temple a second time.
My eyes drop to this beautiful woman, curled up into my side. Her long, red hair is in messy waves while the large pair of black sunglasses she’s wearing take up a good portion of her face. Her body feels hot, likely due to a combination of the summer heat and my recent compliments.
I’m not about to say anything, but I had spotted a few beach goers openly stare at Olivia as she strolled through the burning hot sand. She had smiled upon seeing me, picking up the pace to get to me quicker. While I couldn’t see her eyes due to her sunglasses, her energy had felt a bit off upon her arrival. I’m sure she noticed, if not sensed multiple prying eyes on her just because of her prosthetic leg.
My heart sinks just thinking this. I don’t even think twice about Olivia having a prosthetic leg- it’s a part of her just as much as the freckles on her skin. It doesn’t make her less beautiful to me. Yet while I don’t think twice about it, I’m sure she does. It wouldn’t surprise me if it’s something that’s at the forefront of her mind more often than not.
“It’s gonna be okay,” I repeat in a low voice.
Olivia hums in acknowledgement.
“You’re the most beautiful woman on this damn beach,” I add, my tone taking a husky turn. “It’s taking everything in me to not rip this bikini off in front of all these people. The other guys here wish they had a girlfriend as hot as you.”
Olivia’s body shakes with laughter. “If you make a scene, I’ll kick your ass.”
I chuckle and kiss her head. “Okay, okay, I’ll behave myself.”
Olivia looks up and tilts her sunglasses so I can see her light green eyes. “Thank you. Although I must admit…flattery will get you somewhere with me.”
“Good to know,” I say.
We enjoy the beach for most of the afternoon before we have to return to our hotel room to get ready for dinner. I change into a light blue button-up T-shirt, white distressed skinny jeans, and brown sandals. I sit on the bed and wait for Olivia to emerge from the bathroom, killing time by playing on my phone.
My gaze snaps up when I hear the bathroom door open. I barely finish shoving my phone into my pocket when I catch sight of Olivia. She’s wearing a white romper with a pink floral pattern, and a pair of white flat sandals. Her hair is in a braid that hangs down her back.
“Is this okay? If you don’t think it’s appropriate, I can change.”
I smile wide as I make my way over to her. She tilts her head to look me in the eye.
“You look perfect,” I say.
“Oh, thank God,” Olivia replies in between a sigh of relief. “I wasn’t sure about my outfit.”
“Do you feel beautiful?”
Olivia frowns.
“Do you feel beautiful?” I ask again. “With what you’re wearing, I mean.”
“Yeah, I do,” Olivia answers.
“Then you should wear it,” I say. “I think you look beautiful, and so do you.”
Olivia blushes as I kiss the side of her head. “Thank you, sweetheart.”
The new pet name tugs at my heart strings. I take her hand in mind and we head out to make the drive to Mum’s.
After a brief drive, we make it to Mum’s quaint suburban home. It takes a couple of minutes for her to answer the door.
“Hello, sweetie!” she exclaims before enveloping me in a massive hug.
“Hi, Mum!” I reply. As soon as the hug ends, I look over at my girlfriend.
“Hi, I’m Olivia Parker,” Olivia greets, extending her hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“It’s so nice to meet you too!” Mum says, her smile reaching ear to ear as the two shake hands.
Once inside my childhood home, we follow Mum into the living room. It hasn’t changed at all since I moved to the United States nearly two years ago. The walls are covered in loud floral wallpaper, and the furniture is the same brown comfy sofa and love seat set I remembered. The TV is on a black stand while a square black coffee table sits nearby. The maple laminate flooring feels cool on my bare feet as I walk over to the sofa to take a seat. While the living room is modest and a little messy, it feels so much like home that it takes my breath away.
Mum excuses herself to grab water. Olivia sits beside me and nudges me with her shoulder.
“Are you okay?” she whispers.
“It’s my first time home since signing with WWE, so…it’s a lot,” I explain.
Olivia nods as she grabs my hand and places a tender kiss on the palm. I grin at the loving gesture.
Mum returns minutes later, causing Olivia to sit up straighter. She places both her hands in her lap as she thanks Mum for the hospitality.
“You have a lovely home,” she adds.
“Oh, thank you,” Mum replies. She pauses to sit in the love seat. “So, Matt has told me so much about you.”
Olivia briefly glances at me with a newfound smirk. “Oh, yeah? Good things, I hope.”
“Only good things,” I chime in.
Mum snickers. “Yes, only good things. He also told me how wonderfully he thinks of you, even though you two hadn’t bloody met yet!”
My cheeks burn at the memory.
“Yeah, it took a while for that to happen,” Olivia remarks with an apologetic laugh. “To be fair, I wasn’t the first one who suggested that we finally meet- Matt did.”
“He did mention that,” Mum says, briefly shifting her gaze to me before focusing back on Olivia. “About time, too!”
“Hey, better late than never,” Olivia replies.
“So,” Mum begins, “I see that you’re American. Where exactly are you from?”
“Long Beach, California. It’s about half an hour or so from LA. I’ve lived in Orlando, Florida for over ten years now.”
“You two live in the same city, then?”
“That’s correct,” I pipe up. “So, we get to see each other quite a bit.”
“Oh, that’s lovely,” Mum says. “Do your parents still live in California?”
My heart drops to my stomach like a lead balloon. I hadn’t told Mum that Olivia’s parents are dead because it didn’t feel like my story to tell. Now I’m wishing I had so that this didn’t happen. I’m about to try and change the subject, but Olivia speaks before I can get a word in.
“No, unfortunately, they passed away several years ago.”
Mum gasps and places one hand over her chest. “Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry. I had no idea”
“Thank you, and it’s okay that you didn’t know,” Olivia says. Her smile has dimmed, though only just. “I’m really happy to be here and to finally meet you. Matt has been so good to me, even before we met in-person. And seeing how kind you are now, it’s not hard to figure out why.”
My jaw drops at her words. She doesn’t appear to be upset or annoyed by Mum’s remark. She even turned it around to give Mum such a huge compliment.
“Oh, sweetie, you’re way too kind! Matt’s a great lad.”
Olivia nods. “He’s alright, except when he’s making fun of me for being a Swiftie.”
This joke allows me to relax after what could have been an upsetting moment. I roll my eyes at my girlfriend’s words.
“Hey, I have good taste in music!” she argues.
“Sure you do,” I counter.
Mum laughs at our playful banter. “If he gives you a hard time, you have my permission to give him what for.”
“Duly noted,” Olivia says with a giggle.
I shake my head with a scowl. The two of them are getting along great, except they’re doing so at my expense. While it isn’t what I had in mind, I’m glad they’re hitting it off really well.
“So, what do you do for work?” Mum asks.
“I’m an author,” Olivia answers. “I published my first book this past summer, and my next book is set to come out next July.”
“Her first book was amazing,” I chime in.
Mum nods. “Didn’t you used to be in WWE?”
“Yeah, I’m signed on under a Legends contract,” Olivia reveals. “That’s just the term they use for it. I had to step away in November of 2020 after I was in a really bad car accident.”
She pulls up the leg of her jumpsuit just enough to show more of her prosthetic leg. Mum gasps and covers her mouth with one hand.
“Oh my gosh, you’ve been put through the bloody ringer,” she says, her Australian accent thicker than usual. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay, I’m feeling a lot better,” Olivia replies, her voice light as she sits back up. “I was banged up pretty badly and haven’t wrestled since. It sucks, but my day-to-day life is good. Even when I’m struggling with chronic pain, Matt knows how to cheer me up.”
I grin upon hearing my name. “You’re amazing, baby.”
Olivia’s smile brightens as we lock eyes. “As are you.”
She leans into my chest while I kiss her head. Even though Mum is watching, I can’t help it. I could practically burst with pride over how well Olivia has overcome everything she has been through.
“You’re a tough one,” Mum remarks as she smoothes down her greying hair.
“Oh, thanks,” Olivia says with a shy laugh.
The rest of the evening goes well, much to my relief. Mum makes spaghetti and meatballs, which we enjoy in between more chatter. She shares some funny stories from my childhood that make me blush violently. Olivia laughs in response and shares some stories of her own to make things even. It’s an enjoyable dinner that doesn’t hold any of the awkwardness from earlier.
About an hour after dinner ends, Olivia and I get ready to leave. She excuses herself to use the washroom first. I watch her head that way in a slight trance.
“You like her a lot.”
I swing my head over to Mum. She’s smirking with her hands on her hips.
“Of course I do,” I say without thinking twice. “I’m glad you two hit it off so well too.”
“It wasn’t hard,” Mum replies. “She’s a sweet woman, works hard, and is really funny.”
“She’s definitely all those things,” I remark with a chuckle.
Mum narrows her eyes at me. “This sounds pretty serious.”
“I wouldn’t say that,” I retort. “We’ve only been together for a couple of months.”
“It still looks pretty serious to me,” Mum says. “You both really care about each other. You were especially invested in what Olivia was saying.”
“I like hearing what she has to say.”
“Sure, but I’ve never seen you look at a girl the way you looked at her while she spoke. You looked so happy and in love.”
I immediately bristle at the latter suggestion. “Mum!”
“What?”
I swiftly look around to check that Olivia isn’t returning from the bathroom yet. “I told you, we’ve only been together for a couple of months. We’ve only known each other in-person for that long too!” I whisper.
“And you two talked for how long before that?” Mum asks.
“Almost a year.”
“Right- almost a year. That’s quite a long time, sweetie. You two have known each other longer than you think. It might not have been in-person, but it still counts. I think it does, anyway.”
Before I can respond, we hear footsteps coming from the washroom. I paint on a smile the second I spot Olivia.
“Sorry to keep you waiting.”
“Nah, you’re good,” I say.
I hug Mum goodbye, and Olivia does the same.
“Please keep an eye on my son,” Mum says.
Olivia nods and squeezes her shoulders gently. “I promise.”
“I really like you,” Mum continues. She then glances at me. “You be nice to her, okay?”
“I’m always nice!” I exclaim.
Mum ignores my outburst and flashes Olivia a kind smile. “Drive safe, you two.”
Once Olivia and I are in the car and begin driving back to our hotel, I reach across the console to touch her thigh. My mind drifts back to Mum bringing up Olivia’s parents, which makes my pulse buzzes in my neck.
“Hey.”
Olivia looks away from her window to stare back at me. “Hey.”
“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell my mum about your parents. I just didn’t think it was my place to tell Mum something so personal about you. I don’t know why it didn’t occur to me that she would ask about them. I feel like an idiot for putting you in that position.” My pulse feels like a ticking time bomb the more I ramble.
“It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not,” I insist. “I should’ve-”
Olivia grabs my hand. “Matt, you are fine. I figured something like that would happen. It’s not the first time I’ve dealt with that awkward exchange while meeting my boyfriend’s parents. And honestly? I wanted to tell your mum myself. Because you’re right- it isn’t your place to tell her.”
I bite my lip, confident that she’s incensed by my lapse in judgement. “Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
My heart rate settles down when I steal a glance at Olivia’s face. Her smile is soft and her eyes appear to twinkle. Still, guilt continues to gnaw away at my stomach.
“Please promise that you’ll stop feeling bad about this.”
I bite my lip. “I’m trying.”
“Look,” Olivia starts, “I’m not the kind of woman who’s gonna say I’m fine when I’m not. I used to do that for years, but I’m too old to keep doing that shit. If I’m upset or angry with you, I’ll let you know. I don’t want you wondering if I’m upset. All I ask is that you’re just as upfront with me if I upset you.”
Once I brake at a red light, I look back at her. “That’s fair. I meant it when I said that I’m an honest guy, and that includes being honest about my feelings. I’m not gonna punch a hole in a wall if I’m mad.”
“You only do that when I play Taylor Swift,” Olivia teases.
I snicker as I look back at the road. “Nah, I’ll just bitch about it instead.”
“Ahh, gotcha.”
We laugh and continue our drive to the hotel. Once we make it back, we get comfy and decide to sit on the balcony to enjoy the summer evening air. We each sit in a chair to watch boats go about their business on the calm waters of the Sydney Harbour. The sky holds shades of burnt orange and indigo, accompanied with plenty of white clouds as the sun begins to set.
I tear my gaze away from the gorgeous sight to watch Olivia, who’s too absorbed by the skyline to catch me staring. She’s curled up in her chair, wearing black pajama shorts and an oversized red graphic sweatshirt. Her light green eyes stay transfixed on the sunset.
My mind drifts back to Mum’s comments about how happy and in love I appear to be. While I won’t deny how happy I am with Olivia, I’m unwilling to agree with Mum’s latter observation. Yes, my feelings for Olivia are quite strong; I won’t deny that. But am I really in love with her? Or is Mum seeing something that isn’t there?
“Enjoying your view?”
I give my head a shake, only to find Olivia staring at me with a playful smirk.
“Yeah, of course,” I say, quickly running a hand through my hair. “How could I not?”
Olivia snickers while shaking her head. “You really are unreal.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“I guess not.”
I sit up and open my arms up. “Come sit on my lap.”
“Really?”
“Only if you want to.”
Olivia considers my suggestion for a second before getting up to taking me up on my offer. She wraps her arms around my neck and rests her head on my chest. I hold her tight to keep her in place. I kiss the top of her head before resting my chin there.
“Comfy?” I ask.
“Very, thanks,” Olivia replies.
Musings about my feelings for her can wait. For now, I want to enjoy the Sydney sunset with this amazing woman in my arms.
The Online Connection (Grayson Waller x Female OC) WWE Fanfic - Chapter 27
Synposis:
WWE Superstar Olivia Parker hasn't had it easy. After a horrific car accident resulted in losing part of her right leg and a spinal fusion, her long wrestling career has been put on hold indefinitely. Fortunately, a group of good friends and lots of therapy have her on the path to creating a (somewhat) normal life.
Like so many other people, Olivia spends way too much time scrolling on TikTok. It's there that she comes across NXT Superstar Grayson Waller late one night. A split decision results in them forging an online connection that's both electric and hilarious.
As time passes, one thing becomes clear- the connection between Olivia and Grayson is undeniable. Between banter, social media posts, and late-night DMs, there's something slowly building up to be more.
But what happens when that online connection goes offline?
Content warnings: Car accident, injuries sustained in car accident, death of a loved one (from years ago), mental health struggles, past trauma, explicit sexual content (praise, body worship, masturbation)
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Olivia - December 2022
The next few weeks go by in a flash. Our dinner date goes well, with us chatting and laughing in a crowded diner until an hour before closing time. The night ends with a goodnight kiss and a promise to chat again soon. I consider asking him to come over to my place, but abruptly change my mind. As much as I enjoy spending time with Matt, I don’t want to come off as needy. Besides, I like to be alone.
Thanksgiving is an uneventful affair. I end up doing nothing at home while Matt has to work a few NXT house shows in the following days after. He’s apologetic for not being able to spend time with me despite my insistence that it’s no big deal. I don’t mention that I’ve spent Thanksgiving alone for years because I know it will only add to his guilt. So, I work on some much-needed edits, and do some marketing for my second book. This includes creating social media posts and setting up a couple of interviews to discuss its July release.
December arrives, along with cooler temperatures and shorter days. On the first Monday afternoon of the month, I’m about to head upstairs to my office when I get a knock on my door. I open it to find a large cardboard box being delivered to me by UPS. It only takes a split second for me to guess what’s inside.
Sure enough, I open it to find many hardcover copies of my second novel, Bad Omen. I squeal as I quickly shuffle through the contents. I can’t help but jump up and down while clapping my hands like I’ve just won a prize. These specific copies are just a fraction of what I had asked my publisher to set aside to sign and send to my friends.
After racing upstairs to grab a red Sharpie, I return to the living room to set the box of books on the ground. I’m about to start signing them when I get an idea.
Olivia: Hypothetical question- If I were to give you a signed copy of my second book, would you like me to address it to Grayson or Matt?
I only have to wait a few minutes for a response.
Matt: Grayson, only so I can brag about it online. If that’s okay with you, of course.
I burst into a fit of laughter as I type my reply.
Olivia: I should’ve expected that answer lol. Thank you, gotta go sign a ton of books now k byeeeeeeeeee!!!
Once I set my phone down, I think long and hard about what personalized message I want to leave when I sign Matt’s copy. While a few people in our respective inner circles know about our relationship, the public hasn’t. More importantly, I have no clue if NXT management is in the know. Outing our relatively new relationship online would be a bad idea right now.
With that in mind, I know the message I include needs to not make it super obvious that we’re a couple. But I still want it to be sweet with a splash of humour.
I finally settle on the perfect thing to write.
Dear Grayson,
Thank you for your support! Hope you think this one is just as good as my first book.
All my love,
Olivia
Satisfied, I set this copy on my counter to keep it safe so I can continue to sign the remaining copies. I cross off names from the Notes app on my phone as I go. I take extra care to make sure nothing is mispelled, or that my handwriting isn’t too messy for anyone to decipher.
It takes about over an hour to finish signing dozens upon dozens of books. I make a note in my phone to get them sent out to people before another box arrives. If one is here now, the next one is likely to come sooner rather than later.
Once I finish tidying up, I get up and grab Matt’s copy of Bad Omen. The cover has a wooden office table with a scrap of paper that has illegible scribbles on it. In the background is the silhouette of a woman standing by the office door in the dark. The title and my name are emblazoned in large white lettering to pop against the dark grey and black shades of the book’s cover.
I set the book down to check my phone. My grin evolves into a smile when I see Matt’s latest text.
Matt: I wanna buy it so I can support you, so don’t worry about it.
Olivia: Too late, I already signed a copy just for you! But I appreciate the thought. So…when do you want it?
Matt’s reply comes just one minute later.
Matt: You’re gonna hand deliver it?
Olivia: Would you rather I mail it to you?
Matt: lol no
I laugh, only to stop when a new idea pops into my head. It’s an idea that makes my face hot and sends a shudder up my spine.
Olivia: Would you like to come over this evening? I can cook you dinner.
Matt: I’d like that.
Olivia: Perfect! And you can bring Gary and stay the night, if you wish.
Matt: That all works for me! I’ll be there by 5?
Olivia: Sounds good. Just one thing- please don’t bring dessert.
Matt: Sure, but why not?
Olivia: Because I’m dessert
I send a wink emoji a second later before setting my phone down to exhale loudly.
Up until this point, all the flirting between Matt and I has been more humorous than sexual. I don’t know if Matt is holding back because he doesn’t think I will react well to it. He has been such a gentleman since we started talking, and that has continued after meeting in-person. Sure, he has called me beautiful and other similar compliments on more than one occasion. Yet his flirting hasn’t turned inappropriate.
I don’t mind the kind compliments- they always leave me feeling warm and fuzzy all over. But recently, I have been yearning for things to take a turn for the sexual. The stress of wanting to divulge my mental health struggles to Matt has pushed that to the back burner for far too long. I will share that with him at some point- just not today.
Right now, I need to focus on bringing more romance into this relationship.
***
I’m standing at my kitchen stove when I suddenly hear my front door open. I quickly wipe my hands on a hand towel before hustling to the entrance. My face breaks out into a big smile when I see Matt entering with Gary in one hand, and an overnight bag in the other.
“Hey, you two!” I exclaim.
Gary’s paws barely touch the floor before he sprints over to me. He jumps on me to get my attention, only making me laugh. I lean down to pet him.
“I see you, I see you,” I remark in between giggles. “I haven’t forgotten about you, don’t worry.”
“What about me?” Matt asks as he sets his overnight bag down on the ground.
I stand back up with narrowed eyes. “I’m sorry, who the fuck are you again?”
Matt scoffs. “Hey, I thought you were nice!”
“Only when I wanna be,” I tease as I stroll over to lock the door and give Matt a hug. I inhale his musky cologne and smile wider. When I pull away, I catch a glimpse at his intense stare.
“You look beautiful.”
My face flushes as I glance down at my outfit- a bright red cropped tank top with lace trim and black jeans.
“I’m so happy to see you,” Matt pipes up before kissing me.
“Me too,” I say. I drink in his appearance- a sky blue long-sleeved button-up shirt, light blue ripped skinny jeans, and black running shoes. “You look really handsome.”
“Thank you,” Matt replies. “So, what’cha makin’?”
I grab his hand and hurriedly lead him into the kitchen. He hops up on one of the stools at the breakfast bar while I return to my cooking.
“Pasta carbonara,” I answer as I stir the steaming pan in front of me. “I even made the pasta from scratch. It’s my favourite meal to make ‘cause it looks and sounds fancy, but it’s actually really easy to make.”
Matt eyes my cooking. “It smells amazing.”
I close my eyes to bask in the scents of bacon, cheese, and pasta. “Thanks! And it’s almost ready too.”
A few minutes later, dinner is served. While the dogs eat their meals in the kitchen, Matt and I sit across from each other in my dining room. The rectangle dining table and upright chairs are white with black trim, sat on hardwood flooring. The walls are adorned with the same white-and-gold pinstripe wallpaper that covers my kitchen, save for one wall, which is painted metallic gold. On that wall is a large rectangular painting of the ocean on a sunny day, which sits in a white frame. A small, gold crystal chandelier hangs above us to illuminate the room. In one corner of the room sits a sizable snake plate in a white pot.
“This is delicious,” Matt says after tasting his food.
“Thank you,” I reply with a small smile. “I’m glad someone else appreciates my cooking.”
While eating, we make idle chit-chat about what we have been up to recently.
“Do you mind if I run something by you?” Matt suddenly asks.
I glance up from my plate. “I never mind you doing that.”
“So…I want you to meet my family.”
I set my fork down with raised eyebrows. “Oh?”
Matt lets out a nervous chuckle. “NXT wants me to fly out to Australia to film some stuff for the show. While I’m there, I wanna visit my Mum and extended family. I’d really like you to come with me.”
I bite the inside of my cheek to conceal my anxiousness. I resume eating even though my stomach is now doing somersaults.
“It’s a big thing to do so early in our relationship, I know,” Matt adds. “I’m only suggesting it because I want to visit my family for the holidays. I haven’t actually seen them since moving to America. And If I don’t go while I’m off, then I have no clue when my next chance will be.”
“No, that makes sense,” I say slowly. “Do they know about me? Besides your mum, I mean.”
Matt shrugs. “I haven’t said anything, but my Mum might have. I’m not sure.”
I nod. “Do you think they’ll all like me?”
“Oh, for sure,” Matt says, his voice confident. “You’re kind, caring, beautiful, strong, funny, and smart. What’s not to like?”
My face is beet red by the time he finishes listing off all those compliments. I clear my throat and take a sip of water.
“Well, I’m glad to hear that,” I say with a silly smile on my face. “So…are you formally inviting me to come to Australia with you?”
Matt chuckles. “I am.”
My smile grows to be ear to ear. “Well then, I would love to. Thank you for the invitation.”
“I’ll pay for your flight and hotel.”
I frown. “No, I can pay-”
“No, I insist,” Matt says in a firm tone. “Think of it as my Christmas gift to you.”
My frown deepens. “But that’s so expensive, and I don’t wanna put you out.”
Matt smirks. “You’re not, I promise.”
“At least let me pay for the hotel. I can’t ask you to pay for everything. That’s my Christmas gift to you!” I argue, crossing my arms over my chest with my own smirk.
Realizing that I’m not budging on the matter, Matt snickers. “Alright, deal.”
I make a mental note to find a really nice hotel for our trip. I want to spoil him as a thank you for bringing me along.
We finish our meal a few minutes later. Afterwards, we throw on our jackets to take the dogs out for a long walk. We stroll through the chilly Florida evening while our leashed dogs race ahead. Despite it being cold out, my whole body feels warm from walking alongside Matt. We chat about how we’re eager to go to Australia to enjoy a taste of summer.
“I know my offer was kinda sudden,” Matt says, “so I really appreciate you agreeing to come.”
“Oh, it’s no big deal,” I reply. “I really appreciate you suggesting it! Besides, it’s not like I had anything planned around Christmas.”
Silence falls between us, and I mentally berate myself. Why did I have to go and dampen what has been such a nice evening?
“Sorry, I-”
“You don’t need to apologize,” Matt says while threading his empty hand with mine. “I’m just glad I can give you good memories this Christmas.”
My throat becomes thick. I glance over to find him smiling at me.
“Me too,” I croak out, praying that I don’t come off too emotional.
Matt kisses my head. “You deserve it.”
Somehow, I choke down tears that are building up. I mutter a small “thank you” before focusing back on the dogs.
An hour or so later, we’re back at my house. The dogs amble over to Ash’s dog bed to collapse into an exhausted heap.
“Before I forget,” I say, “I have your signed copy of Bad Omen here for you.”
I grab the book, which I had set aside from the other copies that are still sitting in the box they came in.
“I really want you to have it,” I add.
Matt takes it from me with a big smile on his face. “Thank you.I can’t wait to read it.”
I return his smile. “Me too. I hope you like it.”
“Oh, I know I will,” Matt says as he tucks it into his overnight bag for safekeeping.
Once he takes care of that, I grab his hand and rub his knuckles with my thumb. Our eyes don’t leave each other.
“Did I already tell you that you look beautiful?” Matt asks.
I pretend to think. “If you did, I don’t remember.”
“Well, you are.”
“Why, thank you,” I say while giggling.
Matt closes the gap between us to kiss my lips. His arms wrap around my hips as I deepen the kiss.
“Do you want your dessert now?” I ask in a low voice.
“Yes, please,” Matt says breathlessly.
I get out of his embrace to grab his hand so we can hurry upstairs. We burst into my bedroom, with Matt slamming the door with force. He’s about to pounce on me when I put my hands up to stop him.
“Sorry, I just have to say- please don’t slam my back into the wall or anything. I think my back is fine, but-”
Matt kisses my forehead. “That’s okay, you don’t need to explain yourself.”
I nod before we resume making out like nothing happened. Matt picks me up, so I wrap my legs around him tightly. His hands cup my ass to keep me in place.
“Fuck, I’ve been wanting you to do that for way too long,” he remarks, his voice low and husky in my ear.
A shiver goes up my spine. My arms remain locked on his chest as I crash my lips onto his again.
Matt pulls his mouth away so he can leave kisses and nips along my neck. I moan in response as heat pools inside my stomach. My thighs begin to ache at the thought of him being inside me. But I know I have to pace myself. I don’t want to rush this whatsoever. I want to savour this and take our time, even though a part of me wants him to fuck me senseless.
“Would you like me to get on my knees?” I whisper. “I wanna taste you so bad.”
I hear Matt groan softly. “Fuck, yes.”
I untangle my body from his. Before I can do anything else, Matt tugs on the hem of my cropped tank top.
“May I?”
“You may.”
He pulls my shirt off over my head, revealing a lacey red bra.I return the favour by hastily unbuttoning Matt’s shirt and throwing it off his body.
“God, you’re so hot,” I say while trailing one hand down his chest and stomach.
“So you’ve said,” Matt teases.
I roll my eyes. “Hey, I only speak the truth.”
Finally, I drop to my knees and press my hand to his groin. I can already feel how hard he is through his pants.
“Quit teasing me,” he snarls.
Smirking, I drag his fly down and unbutton his jeans at a snail’s pace to torture him just a little longer. Then I rip his jeans and boxers down to his ankles in a flash. I wet my hand with my tongue and begin stroking his length slowly. After doing this for a couple of minutes, I take the tip of his cock into my watering mouth. Hearing Matt groan and curse encourages me to take more of him into my mouth. My tongue explores his length while the scent of precum hits my nostrils.
Matt uses his hands to hold my long hair back so it doesn’t fall in front of my face. He holds me in place, his grip firm yet gentle. I look up for a moment with a bemused smirk.
“Don’t stop,” Matt moans.
My mouth and hand work faster on his cock. I take his entire length in my mouth, somehow managing to not gag. I don’t let up as I keep bobbing my head up and down. My hand squeezes around the base of his cock while my small moan escapes my mouth.
When I pull away to get some air, Matt rests one hand on my cheek. I look back at him, my smirk wide.
“You wanna taste me, don’t you?” I tease.
“So fucking bad.”
“I’d like that.”
Matt helps me to my feet before kissing my lips hard. He picks me up again and lays me on my unmade bed. My hair fans out on the covers as he makes quick work of getting my jeans off.
I watch as Matt looks at where my real right leg ends and my prosthetic leg begins. My previous arousal begins to fade.
Is this the part where he gets weirded out? Is this where he decides he can’t look past this and ends things?
His gaze locks onto mine, forcing me to put on a calm demeanour. He kisses me and rests his forehead on mine.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says. “Can I continue?”
I nod. “Please.”
He kisses me again, killing off my nerves in an instant. He reaches behind me and unhooks my bra with ease. Once I work my hands out of the straps, he tosses it somewhere in the room without a second glance. His warm hands trace my small breasts and erect nipples. Small gasps escape me at his touch.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful,” Matt remarks.
He leaves more kisses and small nips on my neck, and then his lips travel down my chest. He takes one breast into my mouth to kiss and suck it before doing the same to the other breast. I moan softly in response, my breath growing shaky as more heat grows in my belly. A curse tumbles out of my mouth as he leaves more kisses down my stomach.
Once he rips my red panties off, he looks back at me.
“May I?”
“Please, Matt. Please, I need this.”
Matt sideeyes me. “Are you sure you want this?”
I shoot him a death glare. “Fuck, I’m sure. It’s been so long. I need this. I need you.”
With that, Matt inserts one finger inside me. I cry out the second his tongue swipes at my clit. His mouth then works my pussy as another finger enters me. My hands grip the duvet when Matt increases the speed and inserts a third finger. He keeps working his fingers inside me feverishly. His tongue swirls in and out of my pussy, pausing only to graze over my clit again and again. My stomach tightens as goosebumps prickle my skin.
“Fuck, please don’t stop,” I whine.
Matt doesn’t let up. His fingers and tongue work overtime to bring me to a higher place. My moans grow louder and I grip the duvet for dear life.
“Oh, fuck!”
My climax crashes into me a minute later like a ferocious ocean wave. So many sensations are hitting me all at once, overwhelming me to the point that I have to shut my eyes. If I didn’t know better, I would think my heart is about to explode out of my chest.
I have no clue how long it takes for my heart rate and breathing to calm down. I only return to reality when I feel Matt kiss my lips gently. I can taste myself on his tongue.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I answer, my voice breathy. “Your mouth is amazing.”
Matt smirks and laughs. “And you taste so fucking good.”
I laugh as well right as he kisses me again.
“You took that so well,” Matt says. “You did so good, baby.”
My cheeks heat up at the new pet name. “Please fuck me, Matt. I need it so, so bad. It’s been way too long.”
“Are you on birth control?”
“I have an IUD, and I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in…well, let’s just say it’s been more than a minute.”
Matt doesn’t bristle at my remark. “Do you want me to use a condom? I’m clean, but if you would prefer…”
I smile at how considerate he’s trying to be. “No, it’s okay. I trust you. I don’t mind if you come inside me.”
At this, Matt smiles and kisses my forehead. “Good. I’ve got you, Olivia.”
My eyes close just as his cock enters me with care. A strangle moan escapes my throat as I try to adjust to this new sensation.
“Shh…I’ve got you,” Matt repeats. He kisses my forehead again and keeps still.
After a moment, I nod at him to continue. He thrusts slowly, his hands gripping my hips to keep me in place. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I breathe out a moan. Matt brings his mouth close to my ear.
“You’re taking me so well,” he breathes.
“Fuck me harder,” I whine. “Please.”
Matt takes this as his permission to quicken his thrusts. The sound of skin slapping and my moans are all I can hear.
“You’re so good to me,” Matt mutters. “You’re such a good girl.”
Something about his words makes my body tingle all over. I find myself grinning like a lunatic while moaning louder.
I can feel Matt kiss my breasts before attacking my neck. I cry out at his teeth grazing my delicate skin. He leaves more kisses to soothe any love bites.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry out.
“You can take it,” Matt insists. “I know you can take it, baby.”
He kisses my lips hungrily before pulling away. He keeps thrusting with reckless abandon, which only tightens the growing bundle of nerves in my stomach.
Needing to chase my release, I clumsily bring my hand to my clit. But I don’t even get to start touching myself when Matt swats it away.
“Hey!” I whine.
Before I can try to get myself off again, he uses his thumb to circle my clit. My mind goes blank at the nerves tightening even more. He doesn’t stop thrusting the whole time.
“I told you, I’ve got you,” Matt growls.
I barely register his words because I can feel myself becoming untethered. The muscle spasms from before are back in full force and I cry out louder than I have all night.
“Come for me, baby,” Matt orders.
That command tips me over the edge. My nerves snap, and I squeeze my eyes shut as I come. My entire body feels so hot that, if I didn’t know any better, I would think I’ve been set on fire. My legs shake and I cling to the duvet so tightly that I might rip it apart.
As I’m trying to come back down to Earth, I hear Matt grunt like an animal. He stops mid-thrust and comes with a groan.
We stay like this for a few minutes, with me lying on the bed while Matt is still inside me. Our laboured breathing is all I can hear.
“You okay?”
I open my eyes to find Matt staring back at me with a dopey smile.
“Better than okay,” I say.
His smile grows as he pulls out of me. I gasp at the feeling and let out a tired giggle. Matt lays beside me and gathers me up in his strong arms. He kisses my head with exceptional care.
“That was amazing,” I sigh.
“Fuck, it sure was,” Matt remarks.
I smirk before flipping my body over so I’m on top. My hands play with his hair, which is now sticking out in several directions.
“You good, though?” Matt asks. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
I shake my head. “You were so, so good to me, Matt. I hope I was okay. I, uh…I haven’t been with anyone in an embarrassingly long time.”
“You were incredible, baby. And I don’t want you to feel embarrassed about that.”
My smirk morphes into a smile.
“You also don’t need to feel embarrassed about your leg,” Matt adds while tucking my hair behind my ears. “It doesn’t bother me or weird me out.”
“I’m glad to hear,” I say.
“Of course,” Matt replies, his tone taking on a soft edge.
I rest my head on his chest, closing my eyes so I can focus on hearing his heartbeat. Nothing else matters right now- not my leg, the fact that I still haven’t opened up to him about my mental health struggles, the prospect of meeting his family, or the dogs doing God knows what downstairs. I tune out everything so I can stay in this moment, foolishly hoping that it will last forever.
The Online Connection (Grayson Waller x Female OC) WWE Fanfic - Chapter 26
Synposis:
WWE Superstar Olivia Parker hasn't had it easy. After a horrific car accident resulted in losing part of her right leg and a spinal fusion, her long wrestling career has been put on hold indefinitely. Fortunately, a group of good friends and lots of therapy have her on the path to creating a (somewhat) normal life.
Like so many other people, Olivia spends way too much time scrolling on TikTok. It's there that she comes across NXT Superstar Grayson Waller late one night. A split decision results in them forging an online connection that's both electric and hilarious.
As time passes, one thing becomes clear- the connection between Olivia and Grayson is undeniable. Between banter, social media posts, and late-night DMs, there's something slowly building up to be more.
But what happens when that online connection goes offline?
Content warnings: Car accident, injuries sustained in car accident, death of a loved one (from years ago), mental health struggles, past trauma, explicit sexual content (praise, body worship, masturbation)
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TAG LIST: @new-zealand-chic @stephwrestler
Matt - November 2022
I don’t wake up until after eight in the morning the next day. I look down to find Olivia still asleep in my arms. She looks so at peace as she breathes softly. I leave a tender kiss on the back of her head, being mindful not to jostle her too much.
The next couple of hours are quiet, with me taking Ash and Gary outside, feeding them both, and keeping them from making too much noise while Olivia continues sleeping. After everything she told me late last night in confidence, I want to keep my promise to not wake her.
While the dogs keep themselves occupied with a rope toy, I sit on the couch and viciously rub my face. A moment later, my gaze drifts to the closed bedroom door. I feel a painful tug on my heart strings, forcing me to look away. I settle on staring at the blank TV screen.
When I had hugged Olivia upon her arrival to my apartment late last night, I hadn’t expected her to clutch my body like it was the only thing keeping her afloat. That alone made it clear that something big was bothering her. My mind had gone wild as I tried to come up with a reason that Olivia was so upset.
As the words tumbled from her mouth, my heart ached more and more. A jagged pit started to form in my stomach, growing bigger with every devastating admission. Everything she had revealed had been heavy and personal. It felt like she had bared a part of her soul to me last night, something so precious and raw that I needed to keep tucked away from the world. I watched Olivia try to maintain her composure as she spoke, only to fail and fall apart into a mess of tears.
I wasn’t sure how best to comfort Olivia after everything she had spilled. It’s not that I didn’t want to- what kind of man would I be if I didn’t? Rather, I wasn’t sure I would be able to do a good enough job. The absolute last thing I wanted was to say or do the wrong thing and cause her more pain. I didn’t want to accidentally add to her anguish.
Still, I tried my best to pick up the pieces. I held her for a long time and chose my words carefully. This was true even as I forced myself to not cry, or when anger threatened to boil over at some of the bullshit Olivia told me she has heard from other men over the years.
She had seemed to be a bit better by the time we crawled into bed. She crashed pretty much right away, likely because she had been awake for nearly 24 hours by that point.
Yet while she slept soundly, I found myself staring at Olivia for a while last night. I couldn’t help but try to wrap my head around everything she had said. How could someone so sweet, funny, and caring endure so much awful stuff? How is she still here, managing it all for the most part? Sure, she had broken down, but she had seemed to be doing well prior to that.
The only other time she had shown such vulnerability to me prior to this was when we had exchanged DMs during her book tour, on the day she was dealing with a bout of chronic pain. That was when she had mentioned how she hates when people think she’s strong. That had been extremely eye-opening to me at the time.
After everything that transpired last night, it’s clear why she hates that.
A large part of me still wishes I could do something, anything, to take away Olivia’s pain. Yet the more logical part of my brain knows that there isn’t much I can do. I can’t bring her parents back, nor can I do something to make it so the car accident never took place. All of these horrible things have already happened.
The sound of feet padding the carpet jolts me from my thoughts. I look up to find Olivia exiting the bedroom with a sleepy grin on her face. The fabric of her black pajamas make a swishing sound as she approaches me.
“Good morning.”
“Morning,” I say, patting an empty spot on the couch beside me.
Olivia plops down a moment later. The dogs take this as their cue to jump on the couch to demand her attention. Gary quickly clambers onto her lap while Ash lays down on her right.
“And good morning to you two!” Olivia remarks while using each hand to pet them both.
I watch as Gary’s tag wags at record speed. He tries to jump up to kiss her face, but I shut that down fast.
“Knock it off, lad,” I scold while grabbing him.
Olivia giggles before asking him to lay down. He does as he’s told, which causes me to raise my eyebrows.
“You look shocked.”
“He isn’t known to have good listening skills,” I explain.
“Ahh, I see,” Olivia says with another laugh, her light green eyes looking directly into mine.
“How are you feeling?” I finally ask.
“Better,” she replies. “Listen…I wanna say thank you for being there for me. I don’t like letting shit get to me, and I really, really hate breaking down and crying like I did last night. I don’t let many people see that; and if they do, I feel super embarrassed afterwards.”
I place a hand on her cheek. “Olivia, I don’t want you to feel embarrassed about what happened last night, okay? I can tell you haven’t had it easy, and I hate that for you. I just…I wish I could do something more to help.”
Olivia knits her eyebrows. “Like what?”
“I don’t know,” I say in between a sigh. “I just really wish I could take your pain away, you know? And I know that’s not possible, but…it killed me to see you so sad last night. You were dealing with some heavy emotions, and I just sat there and held you, not saying much of anything.”
At this, Olivia relaxes her face. She stops petting the dogs to put her hand on mine, which is still resting on her cheek.
“I’m not trying to make this about me,” I continue. “I just…I don’t know. I guess I’m worried that I didn’t do enough to comfort you last night.”
“Matt, you did a lot more than you think. I know you can’t do anything about the things I’ve been through. There’s nothing you can ‘fix’,” Olivia says. She removes her hand from mine to add in air quotes. “You let me into your home after a long night of work, knowing full well that I wasn’t okay. You held me and listened to me while I went on and on about why I was so upset. You then validated my feelings and made me feel safe to trust in telling you everything. You didn’t make me feel crazy or pathetic or silly for turning into a crying mess and going on about all my bullshit. Everything you did last night means so much to me, you have no idea.”
My throat is thick by the time she finishes talking. I nod while I clear my airway. Somehow, I don’t feel any tears in my eyes as I take a minute to collect myself. My hand leaves her face and comes to rest on my lap.
“I promise, you comforted me wonderfully,” she tacks on.
“I’m glad I was able to be a good source of comfort,” I say, my voice smaller than usual.
“A great source,” Olivia corrects with a giggle.
My face breaks out into a grin. “Are you alright, though? Really?”
Olivia bites her lip. “I will be. I think the saying goes, ‘It’s just a bad day, not a bad life,’ or something like that.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. Thank you again for being so sweet, Matt.”
I’m about to move closer when Gary whines for our attention. Olivia laughs while I shake my head.
“Really, lad?”
“He just wants to feel included.”
A moment later, Gary hops down from the couch. Ash follows behind, and the two begin to play-fight a few feet from us.
“They seem to have become fast friends,” Olivia remarks.
“Better that than having them actually try to kill each other,” I say.
We laugh while I close the small gap between us. I place one finger under Olivia’s chin and tilt her head up to look right at me. Her laughter dies as soon as gazes meet. I plant a tender kiss to her lips, closing my eyes while I do so to savour this moment in its entirety.
“Matt…” she whispers once we break apart.
“I’m only gonna say one more thing about last night,” I begin. “I know I’m repeating myself, but I’ll say it anyway: You are not a bother to me, Olivia. You weren’t a bother last night, you aren’t a bother now, and you’re not gonna be a bother tomorrow, or in the future. Can you promise me that you’ll try to remember that?”
Olivia blinks hard before slowly nodding. “I promise.”
I kiss her forehead with a newfound smile. “Thank you. Now, would you like me to make you breakfast?”
“Oh, yes please! I’m so hungry.”
We head into my kitchen, which is tiny compared to the one at Olivia’s home. The ceiling and walls are white, like the rest of my apartment. The floors are white-and-light grey laminate tile that feels cold on my feet year round. All the appliances are stainless steel with black trim, while the countertops are grey laminate. Off to the side is a wooden table with two matching chairs sitting across from one another.
“I insist on cooking,” I say. “You deserve to relax.”
Olivia grins. “I won’t say no to that.”
She takes a seat in one of the chairs. I begin to make scrambled eggs and some toast for both of us.
“You have a nice place.”
“Oh, thanks,” I say with a chuckle. “It’s alright.”
“It’s way better than the apartment I had when I lived in Tampa about ten years ago,” Olivia remarks. “Mine was a shithole.”
I briefly glance back at her to raise my right eyebrow. “Oh, yeah?”
“Let’s just say it wasn’t the safest place for a single, twentysomething girl to live alone in,” she says in between a nervous laugh.
I flash her narrowed eyes. “And you did that because?…”
“I needed a cheap place to live. So sue me.”
“Don’t worry, I will.”
Olivia laughs as I carry on cooking. She says hi to the dogs, who are taking a break from their previous antics in the hopes of getting some food from me. I pay them no mind as I finish making breakfast.
We eat while making small talk. I make sure to avoid any heavy topics, choosing instead to chat about anything that will make Olivia laugh. We debate on Taylor Swift’s latest album being any good compared to her previous work, and whether American football is better than rugby. Conversation and laughter both flow easily between us as we enjoy our food.
“That was delicious,” Olivia remarks after polishing off her plate. “ Thank you for that. You’re a good cook!”
“Thanks,” I reply. “My mum made sure I knew how.”
Olivia smirks. “Oh, yeah?”
I nod. “She would’ve killed me otherwise.”
“She sounds like a good mom, if you ask me,” Olivia says.
“Definitely,” I reply.
My heart sinks out of nowhere. I haven’t spoken to my mum in a long time- ever since I told her about Olivia a while back, now that I think about it. It’s making me miss her so much in this moment.
“You okay over there?”
I come back down to Earth to find Olivia staring at me with furrowed eyebrows. She’s resting one elbow on the table and has her head propped up on her fist.
“Yeah, sorry,” I say, shaking my head to get my thoughts out. “I didn’t mean to zone out.”
“It’s all good,” Olivia replies. “So…a penny for your thoughts?”
I snicker, remembering that I had used the same phrase on her just last night. “Just thinking that I need to call my mum. I haven’t spoken to her since…fuck, September. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”
“Don’t say what I think you’re gonna say,” Olivia interrupts.
My train of thought comes to a screeching halt. “Pardon?”
“Don’t say anything about how you shouldn’t bring up feeling homesick or that you’re missing your mum because of what I’ve been through with losing my parents.”
I sit back in my chair, my mouth slightly ajar. Olivia smirks at my expression while resting her hands in her lap.
“Just because my parents are gone doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to tell her that you’re feeling that way,” she tacks on.
My mouth closes as I nod. “I know how upset you were last night. I didn’t want to add to it.”
“I appreciate you saying that,” Olivia says while her smirk transforms into a grin, “but you’re not doing that at all. Besides, I’m happy to hear that you and your mum are close. From everything you’ve told me, she sounds like a lovely woman.”
“She really is,” I reply, my heart swelling in my chest.
“Does she know about me?” Olivia asks. “Or about us being a couple?”
“She knows about you, but that’s it,” I answer. “Remember when NXT posted that TikTok where I shouted you out as my dream guest for The Grayson Waller Effect?”
Olivia nods as her smirk returns. “How could I forget?”
I chuckle at the memory. “Well, when I came home from that show, I called her and told her about our friendship before admitting…” I pause to chuckle. “Before admitting that I have feelings for you.”
My face grows hot and I look down as I recall how flustered I had been during that phone call. I look up to find that Olivia’s smirk is gone. She’s now slack-jawed and wide-eyed at my admission.
“Really?”
“Really,” I echo.
Olivia lets out a laugh that’s loud enough to get the dogs’ attention. They whip their heads in her direction, but she pays them no mind. She leans in closer to me with a grin.
“And what did she say?”
“I believe her exact words were, ‘At least meet the bloody woman before you tell her how you feel!’”
Again, Olivia cracks up, as do I this time. I rub my face with my hands as my cheeks grow redder.
“She sounds like a smart woman too,” she teases.
“Definitely,” I say.
“Aww, don’t be embarrassed,” Olivia says as she reaches across the table to grab my hand.
I accept the gesture with a newfound smile on my face. I take a minute to study her hand. It’s much smaller than mine, fair with a few freckles scattered about the top. Her nails aren’t too long or too short, and are painted a bright, glittery shade of red. They remind me of Dorothy’s ruby slippers from The Wizard of Oz.
“I’m good,” I say when I return my gaze to her.
Olivia stands up and strolls over to me. Since I’m still sitting, we’re nearly the same height. Her lips capture mine in a tender kiss, making me smile. Butterflies fill my stomach as she places one hand on my cheek to keep me in place. When we break apart, I notice that she’s blushing like crazy, likely as much as me. I can’t help but chuckle at the sight.
“Thank you again- for everything,” she says.
“You’re welcome,” I reply. “Can you stay a little longer? Pretty please?”
Olivia raises her eyebrows and giggles. “You know what? I think I can do that.”
***
By one o’clock in the afternoon, Olivia and Ash leave to return home. Before she does, she suggests that we go out on another date next week.
“I’d love that,” I say. “Do you wanna do dinner again? It’ll be on me this time- I insist.”
“That sounds like a great idea,” Olivia replies. “Let me know when and where, and I’ll be there.”
“Perfect,” I remark with a wink.
We kiss each other goodbye, and Olivia promises to text me when she gets there safely.
“Try not to think about me too much while I’m gone,” she teases as she exits.
“No promises!” I call out.
She laughs before the door shuts behind her.
Sure enough, I can’t stop thinking about Olivia long after her departure. Her smile and laugh replay in my head while I chill on the couch, playing the latest Madden video game for a few hours.
Even Gary notices her and Ash’s absences. I catch him wandering around the apartment, seemingly looking for either one or both of them. I try to distract him with a few different toys, but to no avail.
After giving Gary his dinner, I sit on the couch to finally call Mum. It’s technically morning in Sydney right now, meaning that I’m likely not going to interrupt her at the moment.
“Hello!”
“Hi, Mum!” I greet. “How are you? Is this a good time to chat?”
“Of course it is, sweetie!” Mum says, her voice cheery. “And I’m swell, thank you. How have you been?”
Guilt swims in my stomach. “I’m good, thanks. I know I haven’t called in a long while, and I’m sorry about that.”
“It’s okay,” Mum says. “I know you get busy with work and stuff.”
“No, it’s not okay,” I reply before letting out a heavy sigh.
“Matthew, I’m fine,” Mum insists with a firm tone.
Knowing better than to push the subject further, I drop it. “Anyway, I called because… Well, you remember when I told you about Olivia? The woman I was talking to online for months, and I was going on about how I have feelings for her despite not meeting in-person?”
“Oh yeah, I remember,” Mum remarks. “Did you finally meet her?”
My response is simple. “I did.”
Mum gasps. “And?”
I proceed to catch Mum up on everything that has happened. I tell her about the moment I met Olivia a month ago, the dates we’ve been on, and how we have spent so much time together since meeting. I don’t reveal any of the super personal things Olivia has told me- it’s not my story to tell.
“She’s so amazing, Mum. I’ve never met anyone as beautiful as her. I don’t just mean her looks, too- she’s just a beautiful person inside and out. She’s everything I could ever want in a woman,” I gush breathlessly.
It takes Mum a moment to reply. “Aww, honey, I’m so happy for you! I’m glad it’s all worked out so far.”
“Me too,” I say. The previous guilt I was feeling throughout my body for having not called my mother in too long is now replaced with warmth.
“Now I wanna meet her!”
My eyes almost bulge out of my head. “You do?”
“Of course!” Mum says, like I’m an idiot for being surprised by the very idea. “I need to meet the woman who’s made my son so happy.”
I nod despite my newfound nerves. “I don’t know when that’ll happen, but I’ll see what I can do.”
“I understand, sweetie,” Mum says. “It doesn’t have to be anytime soon, alright? There’s no rush on my end, I promise.”
“Sounds good,” I reply.
We continue our call for over half an hour, with each of us catching up about various odds and ends.
“I’ll talk to you soon,” Mum says after saying she has to go.
“Okay,” I reply. “Oh, and Mum?”
“Yes, sweetie?”
I swallow the newly formed lump in my throat. “I love you.”
Mum doesn’t catch me getting choked up. “I love you too, sweetie.”
Once we end the call a few minutes later, I stare at my now locked phone screen with misty eyes. Maybe it’s because of my chat with Olivia this morning, but homesickness is hitting me harder than usual at this moment.
Before I can wallow too much in that feeling, the reminder of Mum’s eagerness to meet my girlfriend smacks me upside the head. I know it’s way too early in our relationship to do such a thing. I have a sneaking suspicion that just suggesting this idea to Olivia will likely freak her out.
That’s not to say I don’t want it to happen; I would love for her to meet my mother. I know Mum would like her almost as much as I do. I want the two of them to meet at some point in time. I just don’t think the opportunity for them to meet in-person will present itself anytime soon, and that’s fine by me.
The Online Connection (Grayson Waller x Female OC) WWE Fanfic - Chapter 25
Synposis:
WWE Superstar Olivia Parker hasn't had it easy. After a horrific car accident resulted in losing part of her right leg and a spinal fusion, her long wrestling career has been put on hold indefinitely. Fortunately, a group of good friends and lots of therapy have her on the path to creating a (somewhat) normal life.
Like so many other people, Olivia spends way too much time scrolling on TikTok. It's there that she comes across NXT Superstar Grayson Waller late one night. A split decision results in them forging an online connection that's both electric and hilarious.
As time passes, one thing becomes clear- the connection between Olivia and Grayson is undeniable. Between banter, social media posts, and late-night DMs, there's something slowly building up to be more.
But what happens when that online connection goes offline?
Content warnings: Car accident, injuries sustained in car accident, death of a loved one (from years ago), mental health struggles, past trauma, explicit sexual content (praise, body worship, masturbation)
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TAG LIST: @new-zealand-chic @stephwrestler
Olivia - November 2022
It has been a few days since Matt dropped by, and my head is still a fucking mess.
I’m not mad that he came over, though I still can’t believe he drove several hours through however many states just because he didn’t want to wait one more day to see me. I’m flattered that he would go to such lengths, although a part of me thinks he’s a bit nuts for pulling such a stunt.
Rather, I’m stuck on how I began opening up to him about my mental health struggles, only to clam up and freak out before I could really get into it. Even after Matt insisted that I didn’t have to divulge things I wasn’t ready to share, I hated how I couldn’t open up. I want to let him in on the darkest parts of myself- the nightmares I’ve endured, the struggles I’ve had just to get out of bed- all of it. While I’m doing much better these days, I’ll never fully be out of the woods.
This reminder hits like a brick upside the head in the wee hours of Tuesday morning. That’s when a violent nightmare of the car accident- where I basically relive that awful day- jolts me out of bed in a cold sweat. I’m already in tears as I try to steady my pounding heart by taking deep breaths.
Ash must have woken from me bolting upright in bed because he stretches and strolls over to me, tail wagging without a care in the world. He lies beside me and tries to pepper my face with kisses.
“Sorry about that, buddy,” I mutter as I pet his soft fur.
I’m still petting him while I use my other hand to check the time on my phone. I curse under my breath- it’s just after 2:30 in the morning. I had managed to go to bed early last night in the hopes of catching up on some much-needed sleep.
So much for that.
Just as I set my phone down, I steal a glance at today’s date. It’s November 15- the anniversary of that stupid car accident.
Now the timing of my nightmare makes so much more sense.
I try for an hour or so to go back to sleep, but my efforts are in vain. I’m wide awake now, whether I like it or not.
Cursing under my breath again, I slowly put my prosthetic leg on before dragging my ass out of bed. I yawn as I saunter out of my bedroom to take Ash outside.
Despite the heaviness of the anniversary hanging over my head, I push it down and carry on with my morning like nothing happened. Yet as I take care of Ash, get a long workout in, and then shower, my heart aches. My mind is a cluttered mess of various emotions, none of which are good. It makes it difficult to want to do anything else today.
I wish I could call my parents.
This unexpected thought hits me as I finish putting my prosthetic leg back on again after my shower. My head hangs as tears prick my eyes again. With my parents having been deceased for fifteen years, I’ve gotten used to their massive absence from my life. But it doesn’t make the pain lessen. The pain of their deaths isn’t as huge as it was the first few years after it happened. Still, it likes to rear its ugly head every now and then- Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, the anniversary of their deaths, and in my lowest moments.
My hands fly to my face as more tears streak my cheeks. A loud sob escapes my throat, followed by another, and then another. I clutch my towel around my waist as more sobs wreak havoc out of my body.
My failed attempt at opening up to Matt, this morning’s nightmare, realizing today is the anniversary of my car accident, not having my parents around to confide in- it’s all hitting me at once. It leaves me curled up into myself, weeping and shaking.
I have no idea how long I sit there crying, but it feels like forever. When my sobbing lightens up just enough that I can sit up straight, I use the towel to wipe away my tears. I try my best to collect myself, though evidence of my breakdown is written all over my face. My eyes are puffy and my face is red.
I suddenly notice that Matt has texted me. Whether it was during my shower or my breakdown, I don’t know.
Matt: Good morning, beautiful!
Somehow, I grin as I send a one-word reply.
Olivia: Morning
Once I set my phone down, I vigorously rub my face with my hands. I need to collect myself so I can get back to work on my manuscript.
My face doesn’t look too bad by early afternoon, when I pause work to have a virtual therapy session with Dr. Montgomery. She immediately clocks that I’m not okay, and asks what has been going on.
I start with the good- how Matt dropped by the other day, how nice it had been for him to see me, and how peaceful it had been cuddling him while he slept in my arms. I had told Dr. Montgomery about meeting Matt and how our dates had gone in a previous session, so she’s already familiar with his growing presence in my life.
“It must have been nice to see him,” she says when I finish recounting his visit.
“Yeah, it was great,” I reply, running one hand through my long hair.
Dr. Montgomery frowns. “Did something bad happen?”
“Not exactly,” I say, biting my lip. “I mean, there was no fight or anything like that. I just tried opening up to him, and…I couldn’t do it.”
“Oh?”
I proceed to explain the conversation Matt and I had prior to that moment, as well as how I really wanted to tell him about my mental health struggles. Then I admit how when I tried to do so, I froze and began to freak the hell out.
“He didn’t get mad that I couldn’t tell him,” I say after revealing all this. “He actually told me not to tell him, if I wasn’t ready.”
Dr. Montgomery raises her eyebrows. “Did he?”
“Yeah,” I confirm with a shaky laugh. “He was like, ‘You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to,’ which really shocked me. I want to let him in, and I told him as much. But Matt made it clear that I don’t have to tell him anything I’m not ready to reveal. He’s letting me set the pace there, if that makes sense.”
I watch as Dr. Montgomery adjusts her silver wire-frame glasses with a grin. “It sounds like he’s patient and understanding.”
“You could say that,” I remark.
“How did it make you feel to hear that?” Dr. Montgomery asks.
“On one hand,” I begin, “I’m glad that he’s really patient with me opening up. I’m also glad he didn’t get annoyed when I started getting emotional. On the other hand…I don’t know. I just feel really guilty that I couldn’t bring myself to tell him about my mental health struggles. He deserves to know.”
“I understand,” Dr. Montgomery says, “but you need to be kinder to yourself. When’s the last time you opened up about those things to anyone?”
“Well, my closest friends know,” I reply. “But that was last year, only a month after I started meeting with you. Other than them, no one else knows. Fuck, I don’t think I’ve talked about it publicly. I thought about it when I started seeing you, and then changed my mind.”
“How come?”
“I guess it’s because I’ve always been seen as someone who is so strong. If I were to admit publicly that I’m not strong- that I have depression and PTSD, that I have to take medication to make my brain function normally, and how I hate when people tell me I’m ‘so strong’”- I use air quotes- “I’ll let people down. My friends, my fans…hell, even my boyfriend. Well, maybe not him, because he already knows that I’m not always strong, and he reacted positively to that.”
“When did that happen?” Dr. Montgomery asks.
“During my book tour, when I was having a chronic pain flare-up and he texted me to say that I’m so strong for carrying on with it, despite how I was feeling.” I pause to snicker. “We hadn’t even started flirting when that happened.”
At this, Dr. Montgomery smiles. “So, he has been very kind and understanding for a long time.”
I nod. “I think it’s why my feelings for him are so strong, so soon. I’ve never meant a guy who has been so sweet, patient, and caring. We’ve only been together for a month, which isn’t a long time at all! And yet…I don’t know. It just feels right.”
“And that’s okay,” Dr. Montgomery remarks. “I do want to circle back on something you said- that if you tell people- be it fans or friends- about your mental health struggles, you feel like you’ll let them down.”
“It makes sense,” I interject. “People refer to me as being strong because of all the shit I’ve been through- losing my parents when I was eighteen, then being in that fucking car accident and losing my leg. And I get it, I do- it’s a lot of really horrible stuff to go through. Honestly, if it didn’t happen to me, I wouldn’t believe that all those things could happen to just one person. But yeah, it’s just…I don’t know. I guess I’m just worried that I’ll let people down, you know? I’m probably not making much sense.”
“It makes a lot of sense,” Dr. Montgomery says while adjusting her glasses again.
I shift in my office chair as a lump forms in my throat. “Also…today’s the anniversary of the car accident.”
Dr. Montgomery nods and leans in a little.
“That’s why I look like a mess,” I continue. “I woke up at 2:30 in the friggin’ morning ‘cause I had a nightmare about it. I haven’t had many nightmares about it recently. I guess it happened just because today’s the anniversary. And then later, after I had a shower, I thought about how I wish I could call my parents. And everything…it just became too much.”
New tears gather in my eyes as I recall my breakdown from earlier today. I curse under my breath as I try to keep them from spilling over.
“I’m so sorry you went through all that this morning,” Dr. Montgomery says, her tone gentle. “That had to have been extremely hard.”
I nod.
“I understand today might not be a good day to talk about it,” she continues, “and I would never tell you that you have to share anything you’re not comfortable sharing with anyone. However, I think it’s something you shouldn’t feel scared to share with your friends or boyfriend about your mental health struggles. After all, you have told people before.”
“That was over a year ago,” I counter.
“You still did it,” Dr. Montgomery points out.
“True,” I admit with a loud sigh. “There’s a logical part of me that's telling me I’m being ridiculous for worrying about their reactions, and that I should just do it. What do you think?”
“I don’t think you’re ridiculous, but I do feel that you’re overthinking things.”
“Me? Overthinking something?” I snort. “That doesn’t sound like me.”
Dr. Montgomery laughs. “Hey, at least you acknowledge that you have a bad habit of overthinking things. Many people can’t be that honest with themselves.”
“I get points for that,” I joke.
“You do,” Dr. Montgomery says, grinning. “Look, I think you should open up about your mental health struggles to your boyfriend and friends. As for publicizing it…that’s up to you. And if telling a lot of people sounds too hard right now, then I would at least tell Matt.”
I nod, knowing that she’s right. Matt deserves to know everything about me- especially the ugly parts.
Just not today.
My session with Dr. Montgomery ends a few minutes later. I try to push everything we discussed out of my head so I can focus back on my manuscript. I work hard at it for several hours, breaking only to take Ash out, go to the washroom myself, eat, or make another much-needed coffee. Given how early the day started, I’m going to need way more caffeine than usual.
Somehow, I’m still wide awake by the time the evening rolls around. I sit on the living room couch to watch NXT with Ash by my side. I pet his head as he lays with his legs all stretched out.
About midway through the show, Matt has a backstage segment with Cameron Grimes. The two NXT Superstars exchange heated words to set up a match between them for next week. Once the segment concludes, I grab my phone to text Matt.
Olivia: Nice segment! I hope Cameron Grimes doesn’t beat you too badly lol
I receive a reply about five minutes later.
Matt: Thank you. And he isn’t gonna beat me, so HA!
Olivia: We’ll see about that.
Matt: Yeah, we’ll see. So, how’s the manuscript coming along?
Olivia: I finally finished this round of edits, and have sent it back to my editor to review it again. Hopefully, he won’t put “this is fucking shit” too much in my manuscript this time around.
Matt: He does that???
Olivia: lol it’s a little joke we have cause when I first met him over Zoom, he explained how the editing process works and that it’s not personal if he’s super critical with his edits. I asked if that meant he wouldn’t write “This is fucking shit” on my manuscript.
Matt: lol now it makes sense!
Olivia: I panicked and started apologizing for cursing, ‘cause he’s in his 50s and looks super serious. But he laughed and was like, I can do that if you want. Hence the joke. Silly, I know.
Matt: Nah it’s funny! I’m just glad I don’t have to give him a talking to for being mean to you.
Olivia: lol nope, you’re good. How have you been?
Matt: I’m good, thanks, you?
I freeze. I want to say that I’m fine, even though I’m anything but. Besides, Matt is at work, and I don’t want to be a nuisance.
Olivia: Okay
Matt: Just okay?
I frown. I should have seen this response coming.
Olivia: I don’t wanna talk about it over text. Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.
Matt: Do you wanna come to my place to chat after NXT is done taping?
A grin appears on my face.
Olivia: Are you sure?
Matt: Positive! Besides, it’s your turn to come to my place. Please???
Despite having been up since stupid o’clock, I’m still not tired. Perhaps it’s all the coffee I’ve had throughout the day that is keeping me from being completely exhausted.
Olivia: I’ll be there. What time should I come?
Matt: We finish taping by 10:30- is 11 okay? You can stay the night too, if you wish.
Olivia: I would have to bring Ash with me
Matt: That’s fine! He’s always welcome, just like you.
My grin grows as I type my reply.
Olivia: Sounds good, see you then!
Rather than watch the rest of NXT, I run upstairs to put together an overnight bag. I make sure to include all my essentials- toiletries, an extra change of clothes for tomorrow, my glasses, a phone charger, and pajamas.
I settle on a black cotton pajama set that consists of a T-shirt and pants. While a cuter bright red tank top and shorts set catches my attention, I can’t bring myself to wear it in front of Matt. He has seen my prosthetic leg, but I haven’t shown him what’s left of my right leg. There’s no way in hell he’s seeing that- at least, not anytime soon.
Once my overnight bag is all packed and NXT ends, I take Ash outside to do his business. I then grab my things and lead my dog to my car so that we can begin the drive to Matt’s apartment.
About half an hour later, I park in a visitor’s parking spot in the apartment complex. It’s just before 11 PM when I stroll up to his unit with Ash in tow. When I knock on the door, I hear loud barking on the other side.
Matt opens the door a minute later with a squirming Gary in his arms.
“Hi!” I greet, working hard to make my voice happy.
“Hey!” Matt exclaims as he welcomes Ash and I inside.
“Thank you for inviting me,” I say as the door swings shut behind me.
“Of course,” Matt replies, putting Gary down to pull me in for a tight hug.
I drop my overnight bag and cling to Matt for dear life. It’s only in that moment I realize just how badly I need this- to be held and have someone there for me. Hot tears prick my eyes for what feels like the millionth time. I don’t pay attention to the apartment, the dogs, or anything else. Instead, I shut my eyes and focus on his smooth, warm skin and his firm arms wrapped around my waist. I rest my forehead on his chest to hide my tears. I’m so tuned out that I can’t hear a single thing.
A part of me expects Matt to pull me away to ask what the hell is wrong. But that doesn’t happen. I notice his grip tightens just enough to leave me slightly breathless, albeit not enough to make it so I can’t breathe whatsoever.
I have no idea how long we stay like this. All I know is that a loud bark startles me out of my thoughts. My head whirls around to find Ash and Gary- the one responsible for barking- squaring off in the living room.
“Knock it off, lad!” Matt snaps. He then turns his attention back to me. “Sorry about that.”
“No, it’s okay,” I laugh as I swipe away a tear streaking down my cheek.
Matt places one finger under my chin to tilt my head up. “Hey, what’s wrong? Have you been crying?”
“I…yeah,” I admit while nodding.
“Come in,” Matt insists, ushering me further into his apartment.
I take a moment to scan my surroundings. The white carpet feels a bit scratchy between my toes, but it’s not unpleasant. The walls are fairly plain like most apartments are, but an Australia flag- as well as some other flags and sports jerseys- make the place feel homey. The flat-screen TV is turned off and sits on a black coffee table. All in all, the living room screams bachelor pad, though not in a gross or unkempt way.
Matt leads me to a brown leather couch. I take a seat and briefly watch Ash and Gary play, the latter growling softly here and there.
“What’s going on?”
I look away to find Matt sitting across from me, eyebrows knitted and with a slight frown on his face. My gaze drops to the floor while I tuck my hair behind my ears.
“It’s just…” I pause, debating how much I want to reveal. “Today is the anniversary of the car accident I was in, and…it’s fucked with my head a lot.”
Matt exhales slowly before moving closer to me.
“And I…I had a nightmare about the stupid car accident early this morning,” I add. “It was just me reliving it, which was awful and freaky. It’s been bugging me all day, and it’s also why I was really short with you this morning. I’m sorry about that, by the way.”
“Don’t even worry about it,” Matt says as he holds my hands. “I’m so sorry, Olivia. I didn’t realize today was the day it happened.”
“No, it’s okay,” I say. I pause to sigh. “It’s just been a long, shitty day. And the thing is, outside of the nightmare, nothing bad happened. Hell, I finished my most recent round of edits today, so it should be a good day. Sorry, I’m not trying to change the subject. Ugh, my head’s all over the place.”
Matt uses one hand to stroke my cheek. “It’s okay. Is it just the fact that today’s the anniversary of the car accident and the nightmare you had that’s bothering you?”
A part of me wants to lie and say that yes, those are the only things that are causing me trouble. Yet I cannot bring myself to lie to Matt. That would be breaking his trust, which would then make me a massive hypocrite. I take a deep breath and look down at the floor again.
“No, it’s a lot of things,” I begin, my voice low and heavy. “It’s also the fact that, when I tried to open up to you the other day and froze. And yes, I know you said that it’s okay to tell you things at my own pace- and I appreciate it- but I still feel awful. And then, when I was thinking about the shitty morning I had, I…I thought about how I wish I could call my parents. I wish I could talk to them, ask for their advice. But…I can’t. I can’t because they’re dead.”
By the time I finish rambling, tears stain my cheeks yet again. A sob suddenly bubbles out of my throat. I clamp one hand over my mouth before another can escape. I look up at Matt, who’s blue eyes appear watery.
“It’s…” I take a minute to compose myself. “It’s not that I don’t wanna confide in you. Please don’t take it that way. It’s just…I miss them. Sometimes, I wish I could just pick up the phone and call them on a whim. It sounds silly ‘cause they’ve been gone for a long time. And yet….”
Another sob comes up, yet I manage to stifle it in time.
Matt pulls me in for another tight hug. I respond by resting his head on my chest as I carry on sobbing. I clutch his T-shirt like it’s a life ring thrown out in the middle of the ocean. I’m sure my tears are staining the fabric, leaving scattered wet marks. Nevertheless, I keep bawling into his chest.
I have no clue how long I stay like this, weeping while Matt hugs and coos me. What draws me out of it is the feeling of something nudging my side. I pull away to find Gary with his head tilted to the left, staring at me. I pet his head, and he happily accepts the gesture. Then I turn back to Matt, whose eyebrows remain knitted while his gaze stays on me.
“I know I dumped a lot of crap on you tonight,” I say after wiping away my tears. “I told you that I was worried about being too much, and…well, this is partially why.”
Matt shakes his head. “I promise, you are not too much. You could never be too much for me, okay?”
I bite my lip and rub my hands on my thighs.
“Olivia,” Matt says, his voice clear yet soft, “I appreciate you telling me all this. I’m sure it wasn’t easy to talk about, never mind living it. Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me.”
His words hit me right in the heart. Even though I’m still crying, I manage a small yet genuine smile.
“I…” Matt pauses to swallow hard and rub his eyes, like he’s trying to keep himself from crying too. “Sorry, I don’t want to say the wrong thing and upset you more.”
I sit back in my seat. Suddenly, I let out a hysterical laugh that even catches me off guard.
“I’m sorry,” I say when I notice Matt frowning. “It’s just that I can’t tell you the number of times people give me empty platitudes. You know- ‘I’m sorry for your loss,’, ‘I can’t imagine what you’ve been through,’, ‘I can only imagine how hard it must be,’, and- my personal favourite, as you already know- ‘You’re so strong.’ Honestly, I kinda wish more people were brutally honest and said exactly what you said.”
Matt’s chuckle is hollow. “Seriously?”
“Seriously,” I echo. “And honestly? I appreciate you just listening to me and comforting me. You didn’t tell me to get over it, or tell me that I’m being ridiculous. And before you ask- yes, I’ve had guys actually say those things. Granted, they only said those things about my parents’ deaths, and not about the car accident ‘cause that hadn’t happened yet.”
I watch Matt’s gaze hardens. I look down to see him remove his hands to clench them into fists. I place my hands on top of them, and notice that they loosen up a bit. When I look back into his eyes, I can see that they have softened.
“I guess I just needed someone to confide in,” I remark.
“And that’s okay,” Matt says. “I hate that you’ve been through all these horrible things. I wish you hadn’t gone through any of it. Please know that I’m proud of you for overcoming everything you’ve been through. Because you have, even if you have bad days.”
I nod. “Thank you- really. I appreciate you being here for me, even though I’m sure you’re exhausted after a long day at work.”
“Olivia, you aren’t a bother,” Matt insists. “You could never be a bother, okay?”
“I’m glad to hear that. And you’re not a bother either, you know. If you ever need to vent or need some comfort, you can call or come to mine.”
“I appreciate that.”
Matt grabs me and places me on his lap. He kisses my lips gently before kissing my forehead and each cheek. I giggle when his lips tickle my skin.
“That wasn’t everything I wanted to tell you the other day,” I reveal. “There’s more, but…I don’t think I’m ready to talk about it.”
“That’s okay.”
I suddenly yawn louder than I have all day. I have the desperate urge to jump into bed and sleep as long as possible.
“Why don’t we go to bed, and then we can chat again in the morning?” Matt suggests. “I don’t have any plans tomorrow, so you can stay however long you like.”
“I’d like that,” I reply with a newfound grin.
I get off Matt’s lap and grab my overnight bag before following him into his bedroom. I manage to get ready for bed and take off my prosthetic leg despite wanting nothing more than to fall asleep right then and there.
“I won’t wake you,” Matt murmurs once we climb into his bed.
“Good, ‘cause I’ll kick your fucking ass if you do,” I remark in a flat voice.
Matt chuckles. “Fair enough.”
As I lay on my side, strong hands skim my waist.
“May I?”
I smile. “You may.”
At this, Matt wraps his arms around me. I fall asleep almost immediately after that.
The Online Connection (Grayson Waller x Female OC) WWE Fanfic - Chapter 24
Synposis:
WWE Superstar Olivia Parker hasn't had it easy. After a horrific car accident resulted in losing part of her right leg and a spinal fusion, her long wrestling career has been put on hold indefinitely. Fortunately, a group of good friends and lots of therapy have her on the path to creating a (somewhat) normal life.
Like so many other people, Olivia spends way too much time scrolling on TikTok. It's there that she comes across NXT Superstar Grayson Waller late one night. A split decision results in them forging an online connection that's both electric and hilarious.
As time passes, one thing becomes clear- the connection between Olivia and Grayson is undeniable. Between banter, social media posts, and late-night DMs, there's something slowly building up to be more.
But what happens when that online connection goes offline?
Content warnings: Car accident, injuries sustained in car accident, death of a loved one (from years ago), mental health struggles, past trauma, explicit sexual content (praise, body worship, masturbation)
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Matt - November 2022
The first week of shows- both the NXT taping and the live events- all go off without a hitch. I host another The Grayson Waller Effect segment on NXT that goes smoothly, this time with guests Bron Breakker and Von Wagner. Then I wrestle two out of the three live events, winning one against Cameron Grimes, and losing the other against Axiom. I eat up the crowd’s reaction every night and make every moment count.
In between wrestling, filming segments, traveling, working out, eating, and catching a few hours of sleep, I spend my free time texting Olivia. Our chats aren’t as long as I would like them to be. Still, we make the best of it. I always make a point to send her a good morning text and a goodnight text every day.
In our goodnight text exchanges, we proceed to catch up on each other’s days. I recount my travels and each show, and Olivia provides updates on her manuscript edits. We chat about this in between our regularly programmed flirty banter.
I manage to return home to Orlando after the first set of house shows, only for WWE to keep me busy with a few media appearances in the days leading up to the next NXT taping. By the time I have a day off, I have to travel again for the second set of NXT live events.
After an uneventful flight, I arrive in Louisville, Kentucky for the first house show. Just as I finish unpacking my stuff in my freezing cold hotel room, my phone suddenly rings. I smile when I see the name of the one person I want to talk to above all else.
“Hello?”
“Hey, are you busy?” Olivia says in a rush.
“No, I just got settled in my room,” I reply. My heart stops dead in its tracks. “Is everything okay?”
“Oh, yeah, everything’s good,” she says. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you.”
“No, it’s okay,” I remark. I manage to exhale softly as my heart resumes its normal rhythm.
“I just have some awesome news about my book,” Olivia says, her voice growing giddy. “I’m gonna post about it online soon, but I want to tell you first.”
My curiosity is piqued in an instant. “Oh, yeah? What is it?”
“So,” she drawls in between a giggle, “my second book is officially set to be published on July 4th, 2023!”
I jump off the bed with a loud whoop, smiling like a mad man. “Olivia, that’s amazing news! Congratulations!”
“Thank you,” she replies while giggling again. “It’s crazy to think that I’m gonna be publishing my second book next year.”
“You deserve it,” I say. My heart swells in agreement with the sentiment.
“So, I have to wait until July to read your book?” I whine. I find myself pouting like a child.
“Well,” Olivia says slowly, “Advance Reader Copies will be going out next month. Those are copies of my book that people receive before it’s released. I’m gonna reserve a ton to give to my friends. If you really want, I can get one for you.”
My pout transforms into a smile. “That would be great, thank you.”
Olivia laughs. “Well, that’s one way to get you to stop pouting. Plus, it makes me a good girlfriend.”
“Defintiely,” I say while my smile grows. “God, I miss you.”
“I miss you too. I wish I could see you tonight.”
A knot grows inside my stomach. “I’m sorry.”
“No, no, don’t apologize,” Olivia insists. “It’s okay- really. I used to wrestle once upon a time, so I totally get it.”
Despite these reassurances, I swallow the hard lump in my throat. “I still feel bad.”
“I’m not upset, I promise. It’s only another few days before I get to see you again.”
“I appreciate you being so sweet. I promise, when I return, I’m gonna take you out.”
“Now that’s something for me to look forward to!”
This remark leaves me smiling when our call eventually ends. Even though we’re not talking any longer, I can hear her giggle ringing in my ears and picture her smile with ease. I let out a long breath and quietly chuckle to myself.
I can’t stop thinking about Olivia.
This is still the case when I’m at the arena later that night for my match against Apollo Crews. It continues the next night in Nashville, Tennessee; and then the following night in Charlotte, North Carolina. When Olivia and I aren’t texting, I’m still thinking about her and what she might be up to.
It must be true what they say- absence makes the heart grow fonder.
An idea comes to me when the last house show finishes.
I’m getting ready to leave the arena when Samantha approaches me with a grin.
“Hey, what’s up?” I ask.
“A bunch of us are going out for drinks,” she explains. “Wanna come?”
“No, thanks, I’m actually gonna head out.”
Samantha frowns. “Oh?”
It dawns on me that I haven’t told anyone about the newest development in my life. “I met Olivia a few weeks ago, and-”
“Wait, what??” Samantha’s jaw drops. “Mate, I need details!”
“I’ll tell you more, just not right this second,” I say. “I need to head out now if I wanna make it to her place sooner rather than later.”
Before I can walk away, Samantha stands in front of me with her arms crossed over her chest. “Matt, it’s really late. If you don’t wanna go out, I get it. But I would head out in the morning, okay? I just don’t want you to fall asleep behind the wheel, y’know?”
As much as I appreciate her valid concerns, I brush them aside. “I’ll be fine, I promise. Besides, I checked out of my hotel room before the show.”
Realizing that I’m not about to change my mind, Samantha steps aside. She’s shaking her head and snickering. “You’ve got it bad.”
I shrug off the remark and say goodbye before hightailing it out of the arena to my rental car.
While I’m making the long journey from Charlotte to Orlando, I don’t let up on the gas unless I absolutely have to. While a layer of exhaustion envelopes me, I’m nowhere near tired enough to risk falling asleep. Raw adrenaline and a few energy drinks I bought prior to getting on the highway are all I need to stay awake.
A part of me knows this is completely fucking ridiculous. Samantha was right- I should’ve grabbed a few hours of sleep, and then head out early the next morning. There was no real reason to dart out of the arena and hit the road so late to see my girlfriend.
Yet even as this logic floods my brain, my heart stutters at the prospect of seeing Olivia again.
What the hell is wrong with me? Sure, I care about Olivia a lot- I would never deny that. Yet to go so far as to drive for hours and hours just so I don’t have to wait any longer to see her is insane. I’ve never done this for another woman. Hell, I never would’ve thought of doing this for anyone else.
I think I’ve lost my fucking mind.
Olivia is probably going to think exactly that if I show up at her door unannounced. I wouldn’t blame her- it’s not like I called her to ask permission to come over. I also can’t exactly do that right this second because it’s technically the middle of the night, and calling her over this would be grounds for murder.
Then again, Olivia has been saying how much she misses me in all our recent conversations. She made it no secret that she wants to see me again too. While I would be the first to say that my feelings for her are strong, I can tell that her feelings for me are almost as strong in return.
Even with all these conflicting thoughts running throughout my head, I continue racing through the streets in the dead of night. Exhaustion starts to get to me almost five hours into the drive, but I push through it. Loud music pulses in the car to keep me awake.
Finally, almost eight hours after I left the arena, I make it to Orlando. It’s just after eight o’clock on Monday morning when I pull over a couple of feet from the gated community Olivia resides in.
Matt: I’m back in Orlando
Luckily for me, she responds a minute later.
Olivia: Really???
Matt: Yep. Can I please see you?
Olivia: Absolutely!
10 minutes later, I park in Olivia’s driveway with a heavy sigh. She answers the door seconds after I knock.
“I couldn’t wait another minute,” I say, barging in before she can get any sort of greeting out. “I had to see you.”
Olivia ushers me inside with furrowed eyebrows. “Have you slept?”
I shake my head.
She gives me a sideways glance. “Wait, did you drive straight from the tour?”
Knowing better than to lie, I slowly nod. A hollow chuckle leaves my body just as Ash strolls over to greet me. I lean down to pet him.
“I know your last show was in Charlotte, North Carolina, which is a way’s away. You drove for however many hours just to see me?” Olivia asks. She covers her mouth with one hand as her eyes widen.
I stand up straight and grin. “I told you, I couldn’t wait another minute. But I also thought enough to ask if I could come over instead of showing up uninvited. To be fair, your place is actually closer to where I came from than it is to my apartment..”
Olivia lets out a bewildered laugh. “Oh my God. You must be super exhausted.”
“It was worth it.”
“Was it now?”
I close the gap between us and crash my lips onto hers. My arms snake around her slim waist to keep her in place while my tongue carefully explores her mouth. I inhale her scent- a mixture of oranges and coffee. I vow to commit this scene to memory from here on out.
When I pull away to gasp for air, I take in Olivia’s appearance. Her red hair is down, and her face is bare. The freckles on her forehead and nose are more noticeable now that I’m closer. They complement her fair skin perfectly. Her light green eyes look radiant under the fluorescent lights. She’s wearing an white oversized Taylor Swift sweatshirt, along with a pair of black shorts.
“Definitely,” I say as my gaze travels all over her. “You look beautiful, by the way.”
Olivia’s face turns a light shade of pink while she giggles. “Oh, thank you.”
“I’m so happy to see you.”
“Me too,” Olivia says. “Look, why don’t you get some sleep? We’ll talk more once you finally do that.”
The thought of sleep almost makes me pass out on the spot. “That’s the second best idea you’ve ever had.”
“Oh? What would be my best idea?”
“Making fun of me on TikTok a year ago.”
Olivia looks away while pushing her glasses back. “And on that note, it’s time for you to get your ass to bed.”
I follow her to the master bedroom with my duffel bag in tow.
“I’m sure you’ve already slept like a normal adult, but…care to join me in bed?” I inquire.
Olivia smirks. “What would you do if I said no?”
“I’d accept your answer, but I would also be pretty sad.”
She cackles. “Then I guess I have to say yes.”
I look up right as I’m about to climb into bed. “If you need to work, it’s okay- seriously. I’ll live.”
“Oh, I know,” Olivia says casually. “I would much rather spend time with you.”
I’m smiling from ear to ear as we get into bed together.
“Let me hold you.”
I frown. “I’m sorry?”
“Let me hold you,” Olivia repeats. She pats her chest while lying on your back. “Men deserve to be held too, you know.”
My face breaks into a big smile as I inch closer to her petite frame. I rest my head on her chest and close my eyes. I feel her nails scratch my head gently. If I wasn’t already so damn tired, this- along with hearing her heart beat- would definitely do the trick.
“Sleep as long as you need to,” she whispers. “I’ll be here.”
I’m still smiling when I shut my eyes and let sleep take over.
***
I have no clue what time it is when I wake up hours later. I tentatively stir in bed as a small groan escapes me.
“You okay over there?”
My eyes dart up to Olivia, who’s grinning at me with her hand resting on my back.
“Wish I could sleep all day,” I mumble before burying my face in her chest.
“Then you won’t be able to sleep tonight.”
As much as I want to sleep for the rest of the day, Olivia is right. So, I slowly open my eyes and look up at her. She’s wearing a bemused smile on her face.
“I’m sorry I basically demanded to see you,” I say as my hand finds hers. “I should’ve wait to see if you would invite me.”
“You didn’t demand shit,” Olivia says calmly. “You asked to see me, and I said yes. It’s that simple.”
My thumb rubs the back of her hand.
“Besides,” she continues, “I’ve missed you a lot.”
“I’ve missed you too.”
“I’m glad you came over.”
My heart squeezes in my chest. “Yeah?”
Olivia nods.
I slowly sit up in bed and stretch my arms. I spot Ash laying at the foot of the mattress, sound asleep. When I turn my attention back to Olivia, I see that she’s now sitting up. She appears to be deep in thought.
“Penny for your thoughts?” I offer.
Olivia snaps out of her thoughts and smirks. “Oh, my thoughts are worth way more than that.”
I chuckle at the snappy remark.
“All kidding aside,” she says once my laughter fades, “I’m just thinking about how all this has been going between us.”
“I’ve been thinking about that too,” I admit with a slight frown. “Look, to be completely honest- I’ve never done anything like that before. I’ve never driven eight or so hours just so I can be with a girl. And yet…” I run a hand through my short blonde hair. “I just…I had to. I know it’s a lot; I know I’m a lot. If I’m coming on too strong for your liking, Olivia, please tell me. I’ll do my best to tone it down.”
By the time I finish rambling, Olivia’s lips are pursed and she’s fidgeting with her hands. She brings her left leg up so that her knee is nearly touching her chest, and then wraps her arms around herself. Her prosthetic leg remains in place, straight as an arrow.
“You’re not too much. Everything you’ve done- even you driving here in the middle of the night- doesn’t bother me. I genuinely appreciate you being honest with me, and showing me who you are, if that makes sense. I mean, you even said you were gonna show me that you’re not gonna break my trust. And if this is who you really are- a kind, caring, handsome man who’s really into me- then I’m gonna have to get used to it.”
I absorb Olivia’s words carefully, not wanting to miss anything. Before I can reply, she speaks again.
“Honestly…I’ve been worrying that I’m too much. Not in the same way as you described; I mean with all my trauma. I know I’ve already told you about how dating was for me after the car accident, and why I’ve chosen to stay single for so long. And I know you know about the car accident too, and the fact that I lost my right leg because of it. Oh, and you know about my chronic pain too. But there are other things I haven’t opened up about. You said you want to know everything about me…”
Olivia pauses, letting out a shaky breath. I notice her hands shaking as she fidgets again, picking at the skin along her nails. I grab her hands and take them in mine.
“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to,” I say gently.
“But I need to,” she argues, her voice weak.
I shake my head. “Not until you’re ready.”
Olivia frowns.
“Sure, I wanna know everything about you,” I explain while giving her hands a squeeze. “If you’re not ready to tell me something, though, it’s okay.”
“You’ve been so good to me,” Olivia counters. “Are you sure you’re okay with me not opening up?”
“I’m sure,” I insist.
I spot a lone tear trailing Olivia’s cheek. I use my thumb to wipe it away.
“Sorry, I…I don’t know why my mind went there all of a sudden,” she says before biting her lower lip. “I know this is getting serious, and it does scare me. Even as I say that, I don’t want things to change between us. I want this; I want you. Even if you do something as insane as driving across several states at an ungodly hour just because you wanted to see me so fucking bad.”
I lift her hands up to kiss them. “I’d do it again if I had to.”
“Hopefully, not anytime soon, for your sake,” Olivia quips.
I laugh. “I’m glad we’re on the same page with our relationship. And I meant what I said before- I wanna know everything about you, but only at your own pace. When you’re ready to tell me anything personal, I’ll be ready to listen.”
Olivia looks down. “What if it scares you away?”
“Nothing about you could scare me away,” I proclaim in a firm tone. “Unless you tried to kill me or something.”
“Duly noted,” Olivia says before breaking out into a belly laugh.
I join in on the laughter.
“Now,” Olivia says once we both calm down, “why don’t I make you some food? You must be hungry.”
As if on cue, my empty stomach furiously aches. “Yeah, that sounds like another great idea.”
Olivia snickers. “I have vegemite, if you want some.”
“Oh my God, you’re the best,” I say. “Seriously, thank you. And then I’ll get out of your hair ‘cause I have to go pick up Gary from the kennel.”
“That’s fair,” Olivia replies.
We get off the bed to head downstairs. I excuse myself to use the washroom first, promising that I’ll be down shortly.
My mind is going in various directions as I wash my hands in the ensuite. While it’s good to know that OIivia and I are on the same channel with this relationship, something still niggles my brain.
Olivia became quite upset when she had tried to explain how there are things about her that I don’t know. I want to know what those things are- just not at the expense of upsetting her. If I push her to spill, she’ll more than likely lash out.
Something is lurking beneath Olivia’s sunny demeanour. From the tiny glimpse I got in our chat, it was clearly hard for her to think about, let alone verbalize. As much as I want to speculate on what she wants to divulge, I don’t want to put too much energy into that. Olivia will tell me in her own time.
I shake these thoughts away as I exit the bathroom and head downstairs to spend more time with my girlfriend before I have to leave.
Can someone explain to me why fans are hating Grayson Waller? He is such a talented wrestler in WWE. Go back watch his matches in NXT. He had so many great matches in NXT. He deserves to win a single title in WWE. Give him chance to shine.
