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Oh Baby, Pain is Pleasure

WWE Fan Fiction

POLY JUDGMENT DAY X READER (WRESTLER)

Rhea Ripley, Damian Priest, Finn Balor, Dominik Mysterio x Reader

(Y/N) - Your Name

Y/W/N – Your Wrestling Name

Y/W/N/F – Your Wrestling Name Finisher

Rollies/Roly – a hand rolled cigarette

WARNING –

SMUT, GIRL X GIRL, MAN X MAN, POLY RELATIONSHIPS/SEXUAL, BDSM, BLOOD, PANIC ATTACKS, SPANKING, VIOLENT REFRENCES, INJURY, ABUSE (CONSENTUAL) CHEATING, STALKERS/ STALKING, SMOKING/ CIGARETTES, ANGST, DRAMA, KIDNAPPING/ ABDUCTION

MINORS DNI! You have been warned, this is an 18+ Fan Fiction ONLY

I do not consent to my work being republished or posted on any other site, i obtain full copy write and this work is entirely my own. All ownership of the characters reverts to WWE and the members themselves. This work is purely fictional.

I have merged all the parts of this story now into one long fiction so when you see this ( -------- ) it means its moving onto the next part of the story.

Oh Baby, Pain is Pleasure

The crowds’ cheers and chants echoed throughout the stadium, the floors under the feet of the thousands of fans felt like they would give way from the excitement. A completely sold-out arena had been packed full to the brim with carboard cutout signs and fandom shirts as far as the eye could see! From the millionaire front row viewers to the cheapest seats way up in the rafters, to the millions of fans watching from home, everyone had been awaiting this moment! The artificial bright and colorful lights flashed all over as the music blared throughout the stadium. The smoke and fog machines mixed together engulfing the walkway and the surrounding edges of the ring, adding to the already tense atmosphere.

This championship match had reached its peak, Women’s World Champion Dakota Kai vs Y/W/N! I had fought and clawed my way to reach WrestleMania and now I was inches away from becoming the new Women’s World Champion!

Running at each other from the ropes I swung for a clothesline, but Dakota ducked under and with a straight elbow to the face I fell to my knees, my vision blurred, and the blood began to trickle down from my nose. I knew it was broken, but that wasn’t going to stop me.

Besides… I kinda liked the pain. It reminded me of being back home in bed with Rhea, Damien, Finn & Dom. Our rougher nights of pain and pleasure had certainly helped prepare me for this ‘No Disqualification’ championship match tonight!

Grabbing her hands around my face she pulled my hair back and got me into a tight headlock with her arms desperately hoping I would tap out. The ref waving his hand in my face repeatedly asking if I was okay, if I was done, if I wanted to quit.

NEVER.

As my face turned a gentle crimson, and my lips turned a pale blue I gave Dakota a devilish grin and winked at her. Shimmying under her grip to gain back some movement her frustration built ever more.

“What the hell ya bitch?! Tap out! Just tap!” Her grip got tighter with fury. “Why won’t you quit?!”

I moved my head up just enough to get out a few words to her, much to the delight of the WWE management team who knew it was far too late to censor as the live camera feed had picked up each word.

“You’re cute… but Damian… chokes me harder than that in bed.” I turned my eye line to the camera and blew a soft kiss to Damian before throwing myself back and pulling up my legs to kick Dakota off and send her to the opposite side of the ring and into the post. Her anger was almost at boiling point as she saw me trying to recover.

I crawled up to my knees taking in a deep breath and shaking my hands trying to fight the pins and needles and get the oxygen moving through my blood stream again.

Running over at me Dakota lept up at once again wrapping her legs around my face this time and we hit the mat with a loud thump. She locked her legs in tight and pulled me back to get me into an almost perfect submission once again. Her thighs tightened around my head as she held her weight up with her arms screaming at me to tap out. Once more the ref waved his hand in front of my face, but he looked both concerned and surprised as a soft giggle from my lips escaped me.

“THE FUCK?!” Dakota shouted in anger, and she looked under her arm to my face smirking at her.

“Rhea's…thighs…are stronger” I choked out my words knowing full well my lovers out the back would be dying of laughter watching this match. Whilst Hunter at this point would be firing this camera man who was doing his best to pick up every explicit comment that came from the center of this ring.

Dakota was done, she knew this was a no disqualification match. There were no rules! So, letting go of me she kicked out and sent me headfirst into the corner ring post and rose to her feet. Rushing out of the ring Dakota grabbed a chair from under the ring and threw it over the ropes before sliding back in.

Grabbing a handful of my hair she dragged me to my feet, slamming my face into her fist repeatedly as the blood smeared across my cheeks and down her arm. Dazed and lost she threw me over the chair headfirst positioning me with my hands to the mat. She ripped the Judgment Day shirt down from my back exposing my pale skin in the artificial light before unbuckling the belt from her ring gear costume.

Bringing the thick leather belt down across my back the loud slashes echoed throughout, and they were relentless, one after another after another. Then, kicking out the chair from underneath me I fell weakly to the mat with a heavy thud as Dakota once again tried for the pin.

“1…2…” The Crowd chanted.

I kicked out before 3 and pulling my arms up over her head I wrapped myself around her and whispered in her ear and smiling once again.

“Daddy Dom would be proud, but you should get Finn to give you some advice….when it comes to a public spanking” I coughed out catching my breath and planting a soft kiss on her cheek. I dragged the both of us up to our feet before leaping in the air and pulling her face down onto my knees as my back hit the mat and Dakota stumbled back, now half in and out of consciousness.

I looked up over my shoulder to the top rope, it was now or never. The last time I had done a finisher from the top rope I had ended up on the injury bench for 6 months. But this was WRESTLEMANIA BABY! Do or die, Live or Lose! So, I set up the final move, a turnbuckle power bomb into the Y/W/N/ finisher!

Backstage the WWE stage management were frantically rushing around as the show headed towards its finishing line. Production crews, lighting technicians, camera men and more bounced off the walls completing one task after another, switching from one feed to the next, sending word to and from the announcement desk where Michael Cole & Pat McAfee were losing themselves in excitement.

“TURNBUCKLE POWER BOMB Y/W/N/F ! TURNBUCKLE POWER BOMB Y/W/N/F! SHE’S OUT, SHE’S OUT!” Michael Cole was stood throwing his arms in the air as Pat McAfee tried to climb onto the desk in front of them.

“HOLY SMOKES COLE! THROUGH THE MAT, SHES GONE THROUGH THE MAT” Pat Screamed down his headset.

“What the….” Cole paused to look up at the sky.

Suddenly, as if on cue the skies above opened and as if to add the cherry to the top of the icing of this glorious display, the rain began to pour down soaking the ring. Lighting illuminated through the sky as the thunder boomed in time with the WrestleMania theme music that was blasting through the arena. Even with the weather not one person could have felt the cold, not one person would have known the temperature had dropped. The heat from this match was powering everyone through!

“Can it be…. Lightening?! Jeez people I don’t know what could possibly happen next, we’ve seen it all tonight, here live at WrestleMania!” Cole added.

“A STORM IS BREWING COLE! DO WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION?! DO WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION?!” McAfee couldn’t contain himself any longer as Michael Cole held onto his leg keeping him stable.

From backstage Damien, Rhea, Dominik and Finn had all gathered around watching on the monitor. Dominik had Damien’s arm in a tight grasp as Rhea held onto Finn’s hand, all of them watching and waiting to see if their girl could do it. Each of them slightly turned on from their girlfriends’ antics in the ring.

“Go Bunny…GO!” Rhea bit her lip as her eyes fixated on the screen, she ran one hand down her tight black skinny jeans, trying to contain the pulse that was beating out from in between her legs. Dom was quick to slide his hand into her side jean pocket and nuzzle into her neck planting soft kisses and gentle nips to her skin.

“Come on baby girl...” Damien whispered under his breath, palming at his crotch in an effort to keep his hard on at bay ,until he could get Y/N and the rest of the group backstage and into the Judgment Day clubhouse.

Rhea held her breath, unable to gather in any air with nervous anxiety reaching a new high as the monitor feed lite up and they watched Y/N climb to the top rope and send Dakota through the center of the ring.

“PIN HER! PIN HER!’ Finn shouted slamming his hand against the wall behind the monitor making Dom the ever submissive jump. Damien moved to wrap his arms around the young boy kissing the top of his head and rubbing his arm gently, his eyes still firmly locked on the screen.

Dom turned his head for a moment over to the management desk who looked concerned, like something was wrong. He caught Hunters eye for a moment and the look they shared, they both knew, this wasn’t going to end well.

I dragged myself to my feet and stood only a few inches away from Dakota. My entire body was exhausted, that final power bomb had taken Dakota out, she lay motionless in the center of the ring. But at what cost, because here I was, my shoulder was fucked, my knee was fucked, my nose was broken and I could barely see, I could barely stand.

Still, something willed me on, something moved me forward. The crowd screamed and their chants echoed around me, as if they were stood right next to me and also a million miles away.

I tried to collect my thoughts to focus as I moved one foot in front of the other, falling on top of Dakota Kai to get the pin.

“THIS IS IT COLE!” Pat jumped up and down before slipping off the table from the rain residue and onto the arena floor scrambling his way back up to get a glimpse at that final pin. “ THIS IS IT!!”

The entire stadium joined in with that collective…

“1…..2…..Thr”

BLACKOUT.

The Judgment day panicked and scrambling they pushed past the crew and management staff in the dark trying to find their way to the ring.

They knew what they had to do. They had planned for this.

The entire stadium went pitch black. The crowds screamed, young kids cried, and every last piece of music faded out to nothing.

Every tune fell silent.

Every note.

Except one….

An all too familiar piano key played out to the arena as smoke filled the walkway.

A single spotlight illuminated the ring.

‘Urr Cole? What’s happening?” Pat questioned as the two presenters clung to each other like Shaggy and Scooby doo, shaking in fear.

“It’s…The Wyatts.”

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2 WEEKS EARLIER - BEFORE WRESTLEMANIA –

The speakers inside our home gym were so loud it felt like the walls were shaking, Rhea & Finn had spent a long time creating the perfect set up! It was truly a masterpiece of absolute Hell. From weight racks, dumbbells, treadmills, resistance machines and more, this room had caused some serious pain & suffering to us all. In the middle stood a large wrestling ring in which I had spent a lot of time with everyone practicing over and over and over again.

We were two weeks short from WrestleMania, I was nervous, but I had worked so hard to earn my chance at the Women’s World Championship title and neither I nor any of Judgment Day were going to let this opportunity pass me by!

Finn had said I would be training with him today, with the boxing pads in the ring, so I knew I was in for it. I’d made sure to wrap my wrists up tight.

Damian and Rhea had gone out grocery shopping while Finn and I hit our workout hard, we had planned on enjoying a big family BBQ cook out for our last night at our home before we all hit the road. Dom, who had been asked by Damian to clean up the kitchen had completely ignored the request and was upstairs instead gaming. That boy was a glutton for punishment I swear, I’m convinced he secretly likes being put over Damian’s knee. He’s there more often than not after all! Though I came in at a close second with Finn. Although we both knew if we ever overstepped the mark too far it would be Rhea that we would have to answer to. Mami doesn’t like to be tested.

“AGAIN! 1-2. AGAIN 1-2.” Finn shouted as the music continued to blast through the room, he held up the pads with a swift punch followed on from me at each demand.

“AGAIN! 1-2. HARDER, STOP PUSSY FOOTING AROUND Y/N! AGAIN 1-2” Finn shouted again, the sweat dripped down his forehead as he maneuvered his way around the ring shirtless, his footwork light as ever and his manhood bouncing in time to the beat of the stereo. He’d worn those black shorts on purpose I just know it.

“Y/N! FOCUS! 1-2… 1-2-3… 1-2….AGAIN!”

I swear my sweat was sweating at this point, wed been going for what felt like hours. I could barely feel my legs, it was like walking on jelly. My heart pounded, my shoulders were shaking, and my arms felt so weak, yet somehow, I was still going. The determination powering me on.

But that… that bounce. That shape in his shorts. So full and prominent… it was so fucking distracting. It wasn’t just my face that was wet at this point, in between my legs that devilish pulse grew every stronger. My inner thighs were like a slip and slide on a hot summers day as I tried my best to continue training, the room felt like it was 101 degrees and…

SMACK.

Finn went down, shit. Id missed the pad completely and instead of hitting the second-round I had completely taken out our Prince, Our lord and savior, the man I so desperately wanted to spread me out across this mat and destroy me.

I was in for it. I was fucked.

Raising my hand to cover my mouth for a second, I panicked before moving forward to assist Finn, but he had other ideas. Instead, leaning back onto his shoulders he leapt up to his feet and stormed over pushing me into the ropes. Towering over my head he leaned down so I could feel his sweat drip onto my chest as he spat through gritted teeth.

“THE FUCK…. do you think you're playing at lass….” Finn’s eyes looked down on me, as what felt like burning a hole into my soul was also still majorly turning me on.

“I..I..urr…I” I stuttered, unable to fully ground myself in the situation.

Between the music still blaring into the room, my heart beating at an uncontrollable pace and one drop dead gorgeous man looming over head, well I was lost in it all.

Finn launched the boxing pads off his hands in one strong flinging motion before grabbing a fist full of my hair in one hand and my hips in the other. Forcefully he threw me into the corner ring post and as my back collided with the steel pole, Finn followed me over.

His eyes lit up, ablaze in fury.

Swiftly he grabbed one of my legs and tucked it behind the middle rope while taking a fistful of my hair with the other, exposing my neck as i winced at the pain. Only for a moment did i feel a sudden fear pump through my heart, damn that man is fine. Punish away baby i thought to myself... i couldn't dream of anything better than this Irish prince breaking my soul apart with his devilish antics.

“Distractions Y/N…Distractions are expensive.” He muttered sternly under his voice as he lent into my ear.

“Distractions cost titles.” Finn’s breath in my ear sent shivers down my spine. Christ my inner core was melting at the accent that rolled off his Irish tounge. How I would have begged to put that tongue to work in between my legs, i would of choked out the dominant prick and drowned him in my orgasm given half a chance.

Finn ran his hand from my ankle up my leg, his fingers tracing each goosebump that raised on my skin from his touch alone, before stopping at the hem of the mini gym shorts I had borrowed from Rhea. The slogan ‘MAMI’ painted across my backside in bold font was hard to miss.

“Distractions…” Finn’s voice was husky, heavy and deep. Slightly out of breath and yet completely in control.

“Lead to temptations…” He ran his hand over the soaked core in between my legs causing me to tense as his touch, and for just a moment his finger tip brushed off my clit. I swear it was like the devil had sent this man to toy with what was left of my sanity. We had barely begun, and I could have finished on the spot.

Finn leaned back and rested his forehead on mine for a moment before pulling me in, so our lips were millimetres from touching. The sweat on his forehead dripped down onto my cheeks and i felt that warm salted dedication to his workouts cool down the fire he had lit inside me.

“Those temptations...." He paused for a second, "Will be granted" His breath caught at the back of his throat for a moment.

"After you win that title.” With that he released his grip on my hair and stepped away letting go off my leg and turning his back on me. Finn retrieved the boxing pads ready to start training again.

I didn’t move. My body was stuck, it was frozen in the desperation to be fucked in this ring. It had been weeks, weeks since any of them would take me to bed. Christ it didn’t even need to be a bed, I would have let Finn fuck me down the alleyway behind the WWE performance Centre if it had meant I could have gotten some release.

Finn stood glaring at me, “Down, now.” he demanded, locking his eyes onto mine.

I still didn’t move.

I thought to myself for a moment, if I was a brat then he would have to react. Teach me a lesson. Put me in my place?

Taking my leg off the ropes I stood opposite him only a few feet away, initiating the stare down. I was never going to win mind you, but it was fun to press Finn’s buttons. How my inner goddess ached to lay across his lap, to bury that beard between my thighs, to feel his manhood at the back of my throat.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

“Don’t test me little girl…” Finn’s voice was harsh now, his stare was burning through me and that sexy playful tinge he usually had was gone. I thought, if i acted like a brat, he would have to put me in my place.

A part of me wasn’t so sure this was a good idea, but then again, it was this or back to training, and I knew which workout I would have preferred.

The Naked one.

I stuck to my guns, I didn’t move, I didn’t blink, I didn’t break eye contact.

“Y/N… Raise. Your. Hands” Finn’s words were cold.

I stayed still. The devil on my shoulder was going for it now.

Fuck the prince.

Game on lad.

He took his fighting stance and lifted the pads, still I didn’t move.

“Last Chance…” he warned before throwing a 1-2 punch in my direction, closing the gap between us.

I was quick to raise my fists and defend his every attempt.

1-2, 1-2-3, 1, 1, 1-2, 1, 1-2-3.

It was relentless, I realized then this was how he would punish me. I was never going to get what I wanted. Instead, he was going to force me to fight, otherwise Id of left this training session with bruises from head to toe. And not the fun kinky kind.

He carried on, forcing me around the ring in circles, my breath heaving, music still going as the volume seemed to increase, the sweat now dripping from every inch of my body as his jabs kept coming, and coming, and coming.

Suddenly, the gym door smashed open, and Dominik fell through it tumbling to the floor, closely followed by a rather furious Damian and unimpressed Rhea. Neither had seemed too pleased to come home and find the kitchen still a mess from breakfast while Dom had elected to level up on WWE2K instead.

I turned my head for a split second at the noise and… BAM.

The pain ran through my head like electricity from a lighting bolt. As if reality had come in that moment, silence fell. Slamming down on the mat I grasped at my eye, my vision half blurred and teary as I pulled myself up from my side and onto my knees with my head in my lap.

“OW! THE FUCK!” I shouted in Finn’s direction; he knelt down next to me pulling my hand away and bringing my face into view. He could see the blue bruise forming around my left eye and he smirked.

Dickhead.

I could barely see him properly, but even in silhouette form he was gorgeous. Christ, when will i learn! He may be a complete twat at times who had now just given me a black eye 2 weeks before my big WrestleMania match, but still, he is gorgeous.

“Told ya lass..” Finn chuckled, “Distractions cost titles!” With that he stood up and pulled the pads off his hands before grabbing a towel from the side and throwing it over to me.

Finn leant down wrapping his hands around the middle rope, climbing through he leapt out of the ring. He looked down at Dom who was staring at Damian like a deer in head lights. Chuckling to himself and shaking his head he moved his way past Rhea who was leaning against the door frame and exited the gym.

From the other side of the room Damian now towered over Dom, grabbing him by the scruff of his shirt.

“Upstairs. NOW.” His voice was harsh and honestly, I think poor Dom knew he had made a mistake. But I was still jealous, I would have traded spots with him in a heartbeat just so Damian could have broken me apart instead.

Dom scrambled to his feet and sped off upstairs with Damian following close behind him. Rhea laughed and walked over switching off the sound system before heading to a little mini fridge.

She grabbed a quick snap ice pack and wrapped it in a blue paper towel before hopping up onto the side of the ring. Looking up and over to me she tapped the matt of the ring, signalling for me to join her.

I scooted my way over and climbed under the bottom rope taking a seat next to her. Tears still in my eyes and with the Ice pack in hand she held it up to my eye brushing the loose hair away that had escaped my messy bun.

I looked longingly into her eyes, hoping she would see the desperate need I had for her. Not even just in the bedroom, just to be held. I felt tired, broken and now thanks to Finn sore. I was nervous for this upcoming match, I was absolutely terrified truth be told and I needed to feel loved.

Rhea smiled at me before hopping off the ring apron and heading for the door. One hand on the frame she stopped for a moment and looked back over her shoulder at me and smiled.

“Sorry Bunny, rules are rules. No distractions.” Rhea said before closing the gym door behind her.

I don’t know why I felt so hurt in that moment, they weren’t being cruel. It was standard with anyone, 100% focus on the upcoming championship.

Win the belt. Win the belt. Win the belt, become a champion.

Reality bought me back to earth when my phone buzzed on the gym floor, I looked down to where I had discarded it, prior to stepping in the ring with Finn. Tossing it around like it didn’t cost thousands, typical gym behavior.

Jumping down off the apron, I sat on the floor with my back to the ring, I could hear the faint mumbled sounds of Damian upstairs and wondered for a second just how much trouble Dom had gotten himself into. Honestly boy, just load the dishwasher. It isn’t that hard.

Shaking my head and smiling I attempted to unlock my phone screen with facial recognition but the ice pack put a stop to that plan. Instead tugging at the sweat soaked hand wraps I was wearing I managed to get them off and using my Pin I unlocked the screen.

Time Stopped.

It stood still.

Shit.

Two messages.

One from an unknown number, and one from a very well-known number I needed to forget.

KNOWN NUMBER – ‘Nothing makes us as lonely, as our secrets Y/N. You know where to find me…’

UNKNOWN NUMBER – ‘Locker Witnesses’

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Late afternoon had seen the sun burn the remainder of the clouds from the sky, leaving a beautiful blue horizon view from across the backyard. Flocks of birds gathered as they headed over the break line, waving in and out of the smoke coming from our BBQ pit.

I sat, gently rocking my feet back and forth on the chair egg swing we had attached to one of the older grand oak trees in our yard. It was all I had wanted when we moved in, somewhere calm and content where I could just exist. Enjoy my time, enjoy my life, and admire the world around me. Ponder life’s big questions…

‘LOCKER WITNESSES’

I re read that message repeatedly in my mind, who was it from? witnessed what?

I had deleted the other text from my phone, I wasn’t going down that road.

The sounds of two men’s deep voices bought me back, looking over to my lovers I could see Finn & Damien adorned in their matching ‘TOP CHEF’ aprons and cooking utensils with a beer in hand, either chatting away or debating about how best to cook the chicken.

Whilst further down on the sun loungers, Rhea had stripped down to one of her thin black bikinis with the metal skull clip fastenings, she was catching the last of the sunrays to her already perfect Sunkissed skin. Christ, how did I get so lucky as to be a part of this incredible love…. Pentagon? It’s a five-way love triangle, let’s leave it at that.

When we had been initially searching for a house to buy, one to really call home that is; we had all had something in mind we desperately wanted as a feature. We knew it needed to be a big house, one with a master bedroom where we could assemble out two King size beds that had been custom made to attach in the middle, I cannot begin to tell you how comfortable and comforting it is being held close and safe by the four people you love more than anything in the world.

The guilt though…

Still, obviously Rhea & Finn were dead set on having a large garage/ open internal space to set up the home gym. Of course, whilst on the road we still used a lot of public gyms and one-off hotel workout rooms here and there, but when we are at home, in each other’s company, away from the world, the fans, all that attention. It is so lovely knowing we don’t have to leave our little safe haven.

Damian had specifically made it clear he wanted a huge kitchen, open planned that backed into a dinning area. When we moved in, he had taken the time to build up a barista style coffee corner and a breakfast station on the central island. Then with Finn’s help, they worked on a D.I.Y project together to design and create a full bar set up next to the table and chairs where we ate. They had eventually given in and allowed Dom to help with the painting of the bar, because he wanted to be a ‘DIY Man’ too.

The boys always referred to it as the lad’s corner, a custom-built wooden bar that was painted a deep tranquil green and black with illuminated LED letters on the wall; ‘ALL RISE, ALL DRINK’. That however did not stop Rhea and I from emptying some of those back bar bottles on one of many messy nights! For some reason, whenever Rhea breaks out the Tequila, we always end up playing strip twister… Odd.

Dominick, of course… wanted a gaming room. Not just any gaming room mind you, a ‘Mens” gaming room.

*Sigh*

Problem is he is just so adorable at times, and we all give in, he had been granted his request of course! Although Priest put his foot down when Dom had asked for an indoor arcade style basketball hoop game, he was allowed a hoop outside but that was it. We had all seen enough broken windows during the season when Finn had tried to teach Damien and Dominick how to play golf.

It still makes me laugh when the boys talk about how they would feel guilty that they were off spending time together, while Rhea and I would miss out? Ha. Little did they know when they buggered off to do ‘man’s stuff’ we girls would high tail it upstairs to the family bathroom and strip off into the bathtub for some… girl’s time. *Wink Wink*

I remember one morning; Rhea and I were standing in the arched doorway at the crack of dawn waving the boys off as they set out on an early start to play a full days Golf. Leaning into her chest I rubbed the sleepiness from my eyes as she bent her head down and nuzzled her lips into the crook of my neck.

“I tell you now Y/N, I would rather run the risk of drowning when we get in that bathtub, and I bury my face deep in your pussy… then stand in a damp field hitting a stick at a ball.” Her teeth nipped at the skin of my ear lobe and my entire body melted at her touch.

Christ the things that woman does to me.

A loud crash had bought me back to reality, Dom had been trying to carry a tray of drinks out to the garden for us all but had tripped over some excess weigh plates we had left outside, sending the poor lad flying arse over tit.

“Shit! God damn it, ow fuck!” Dom pulled himself up to his knees, swiping the drinks tray away in frustration before noticing blood trickling down his arm from the glasses that he had smashed across the decking. He was quick to freeze, unable to process what to do next or how to stand up safely.

Rhea was quick to make her way over to him from the sun lounger, followed by Damian who handed Finn his spatula and beer before rushing over to help the poor lad.

I know, I know I should have been focused on the fact that the boy I loved so much needed some help, some TLC, compassion, and support…

But I am only human.

And Rhea Bloody Ripley….

Running….

In a mini black laced bikini…

Slightly wet from the heat of the sun touching her skin, God how she glistened. How she got my motor running and…

Finn had noticed my distraction and whistled loudly, gathering my attention.

“Aye! Lass, enough of that! Go... Take a lap!” He gestured, pointing to the end of the field in our garden. The yard stretched about 1/4 of a mile down and was cut off by the woodland. One of my favorite things about this house was the nature that came with it. It all felt so…natural and back down to earth compared to the chaos and mayhem at WWE.

Pointing his BBQ tongs and Damian’s spatula at me, Finn raised his eyebrow.

“No distractions, ya hear!”

I tried not to laugh at his remark, turning my face away to hide my snicker and rolling my eyes. I was still wearing my gym gear from before; except I had nabbed one of Dominick’s merch shirts on the way to the garden from the drying rack, I was self-conscious about my stomach, and I liked to hide my body where I could.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?!” Finn sternly questioned me as he put the utensils down.

At this point Rhea was taking Dom inside through the double doors, whilst Damian stood back up and turned in my direction.

Fuck… they are hot when they get all dominant.

“Mi Vida, did you roll your eyes?” Damian’s words were colder, flat, and prominent. I could tell he was almost looking for a reason to get me upstairs into the bedroom. Christ I was half tempted to give him a solid reason.

Put me across your lap Papa Priest, let me feel the strength between your thighs and lay it into me Goddamn it!

The devil on my shoulder sang its heart out at the idea, but I remembered earlier when Finn has spun the actions back against me. Leaving me alone and sexually frustrated I thought better of the situation.

“Me? I would never…” I said sarcastically smirking at the two of them. I knew how to be a brat and get away with it, I've had a lot of practice!

Hopping up off the tree swing I could see Damian trying not to break or give in… but a slight smirk crept into the corner of his lips. He would be the one to break the rules if it came to it, i just knew it.

“I’m going to take a lap!” I stated and grinned, winking at the pair of them before making a run for it. Heading down and out of sight from the lads, I had a much better plan in mind to deal with my frustrations when I got in the shower later anyway.

'Oy Vey' Damian remarked as he smiled while shaking his head, watching my figure disappear from view.

'I tell you now.." Finn stated turning his glare off of me and looking over to Damian while still tending to the BBQ. "Its getting harder not to grab Y/N by the neck and put her across my knee. Id love to wipe that bratty smile off her face! God she tests every ounce of patience i have, its like she and Dom just know which buttons to push and...." Finns grip tightened on the grilling tongs he was holding.

Damian took a few steps over resting his hand on Finns and running his hand down the princes back. Leaning down he placed a gentle kiss on the Irish mans temple and laughed.

"I completely get what you mean, but once she wins that belt... ohh Mi Vida, she doesn't realise I'm keeping track of all her little shenanigans." He tapped the side of his head with his finger. "She will pay for misbehaving".

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I was out of breath by the time I got back towards our street, less than a ¼ mile to go! I had decided to go for a proper run to clear my mind. A good few miles should do the trick, that’s what Rhea always said! With my headphones in and a decent playlist on, nothing was going to stop me!

One foot after another I pressed on, sweat dripping down my neck I desperately tried to Shake off all that nervous energy I had built up now that WrestleMania was less than 2 weeks away. I had been on edge at times, and it showed when I trained in the ring with Rhea and Dom. Running back-to-back moves, counters, pins, and submissions, it was like every time I thought I had learnt it someone would come along and wipe my slate clean, and I knew nothing again.

Maybe I wasn’t ready to be a champion?

Maybe I was out of my depth?

Rhea should be in this match not me.

Me? Y/W/N? Was I really cut out to be a champion?

I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket as I continued running. I tried looking at my smart watch as I ran, though it was tricky to focus on a smaller screen.

I could see a couple messages from Finn stating the food was ready, one from Damian also telling me the food was ready, one from Dom telling me he was going to eat my hot dog if I didn’t hurry up and one from Rhea telling me she wasn’t going to let Dom touch my food.

Honestly this lot, I love them so much.

Turning into our street I could see our house gate entrance just up the hill, with a little spring in my step I pushed on feeling like I was picking up speed. I felt energized, I felt incredible, maybe I could do this after all!

With the gate just in reach and the sweet smokey smell of the BBQ lingering in the air I put my head down to push those least few feet…

But within a split second I felt something behind me.

The music cut out as my headphones were launched to the floor and my arms locked in tight by a strength I hadn’t ever had to match. Kicking my legs out I felt them rise off the floor and before I could even fathom the mental capacity to make a sound the feeling of sticky back plastic tape suckered its way in across my lips. My eyes pooled up as the bag went over my head and my vision became darkness. A hard and cold metal floor was met with my body weight as I was hurled inside, my heart beating out of my chest the fear became all too real as I felt the ground under move away at speed.

A hot breath came down my neck, raising every last hair on my skin to react. The voice was muffled, as if speaking through a mask.

“You did this Y/N…”

“You did this… and now you cannot handle the monster you created.”

The silence in between each word was deafening, but it was the next voice that bought the fear of God into my soul.

“ Told you I’d find you...miss me?”

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What felt like an eternity laying on the cold floor of the van was, in reality, just a few minutes. My senses were all a mess, you see it all the time in films; people counting the number of turns and times to travel a distance, well I could barely keep myself focused on the situation in hand. I worried to much about the others, they would be getting so worried, Rhea was a little… over sensitive when it came to our safety. If any of us were late home, sick, injured or all the above she was like firecracker at new year’s. Fussing and fretting in every direction and over every little thing. Sometimes it was a little overwhelming, but I loved her for it.

Out of nowhere, the vans brakes hit hard as it skidded across the country lanes gritted road into a near lay by. I felt the cold chill flood the inside of the van as the backdoors flung open and someone grabbed me by my ankles, dragging me out. I could of screamed, but what was it going to do? How would it have made a difference? At least when I scream at home, I get some enjoyment from it.

I guess when you consider all the bondage nights we have shared together, Priest and Finn being the ever instigators and professionals when it comes to BDSM, you learn a thing or two about ropes…

About knots…

and how to untie them.

These hooded fuckers had no idea I had loosened my bindings the second the van doors closed, but I was intrigued to see where this was going. Whether they liked it or not, I knew who they were. The side road abduction seemed more like a game then an actual threat. Call it the kinky side of me if you like, I was into it.

I felt my feet leave the floor as I was thrown over someone’s shoulder and they were quick to make a fast pace walk away, abandoning the vehicle. The stale straw smell filled my nostrils, like an unwashed scarecrow left out through a winter night, the sun now baking off the morning dew that hung heavy on their hat. Hearing a heavy set of what sounded like old rickety wooden doors close behind me I was thrown backwards into a chair, my face still fully covered by a hood and those scarecrow style footsteps that had bought me here slowly backed away.

A softer style gently made their way forward, pulling off the hood that covered my face and glaring back into my soul. I was quick to scan around the room.

An old worn-down barn, torn apart and battered by many harsh winters with barley a solid wall intact. Opposite me stood a woman, dressed in a tattered white dress, and fractured China mask, her hair unwashed and unkept. She made not a single sound as she crooked her neck in my direction. Next to her, a few steps back stood an ever-growing atrocious figure, caught in the shadows of this ruin you could just make out the rabid fur across the ears.

Then, out from of the corner of my eye, from the darkness he stepped forward. The bone across the creature’s face glistened in the bask of the sunset. Leaning down into my face it grinned, and I, in turn, smiled back.

“Hi Dex…” I offered as he removed the mask and tutted his finger in my face.

“tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk…. Y/N Y/N Y/N” He repeated, beginning to pace around the seat I was thrown on, his voice faking a cheerful tone.

“Where you been girl, you didn’t forget about us did you? You didn’t forget… about little old us?” He stood in front raising his arms as the other two stepped forward. “You didn’t forget…” He lowered his head adjourning a menacing toothy grin as he looked back up directly into my eyes, “About your deal?”

“What is this, Dex? What’s with the whole Kidnapping routine, it’s not very funny” I stated, shuffling in my seat as I tried to free up my hands from behind me, stuck on the final hitch in the knot.

“You. Didn’t. Answer. The. Question. Y/N.” Dexter’s voice was low, monotone, and full of spite. “You made a deal…”

“A deal’s a deallllll” a higher pitched voice came from behind him, her face still emotionless but her voice full of entertainment at the situation I was caught up in. I’d always been a gambling girl, but the odds were not in my favor here.

“I didn’t make it with you though? Did i!” I spat out my words as I managed to free my hands. Pushing myself up and off the chair seat I went to leap up toward the three of them, but two hands clamped tightly onto me, one around my forehead and the other across my mouth, keeping my silent.

Shit.

That leather smell was all too familiar, that, that green and blue tinged skin tone, that cackling laughter of misfortune. My eyes filled with terror as my air supply became limited and in turn, pulling me back into the chair; my hands had been locked in place by my own body weight. I felt…his…breath against the nape of my neck, warm and humid as he laughed under his words. That indescribable laughter, the true stuff of nightmares.

“A deal… is a deal y/n” His words were mixed in with absurdity as he leant in to smell the distress painted across my body in sweat, my whole form nervously shivering where it sat.

“And a debt…is a fucking debt. Dead or alive. The price must be paid… and we are here to collect.” He released his grasp around me as his hands snaked back through the chair and I found my hands had been re tied behind me, only better this time. There was no escape.

Moving into full view for the first time, in an awful long time, there he was.

Uncle Howdy.

Pacing around in a circle he twirled his wrists as he laughed mechanically to himself, by his feet perched in the dirt was Huskus too, ever as creepy as the others. Yet always seemed to be a little pet to his master.

“Let. Me. Go!” I spat out each word in both fury and fear. “My deal, wasn’t with you either Howdy!”

Before I could catch my breath back, Huskus almost threw himself backwards to be nearer the other two as Howdy ran straight at me, grabbing the tops of my arms and pushing the chair back onto its edges, as he closed the gap between us to leave millimeters between my face and his. His voice was enriched with the fury of an army and every word filled with hatred.

“YOU FORGET YOUR PLACE Y/N” He spat through gritted teeth. “HE MAY HAVE LEFT THIS REALM BUT DON’T FORGET WHOSE WORLD YOU LIVE IN!” His eyes looked down and I followed, only now realizing just where I was sitting.

“Even in death, he lives on. Even in the living days of now, the ghosts of our past come back to haunt us.” Howdy smiled once more returning his gaze to meet mine as he began pushing the infamous rocking chair back and forth. Throwing my head to the side at the sound of a matchstick strike I glanced at Abby, the witch, lighting that haunting lantern and the atmosphere in the room felt very dark in the split of a second. Dexter leant into the glow of the dim light and smiled, snatching his face to stare back at me.

Howdy’s hand then came up to mine as his fingers turned my chin back to face him.

“He… set the price. You agreed to the terms, The dice were cast, and you got what you wanted.”

“But I will lose what I have…” I offered my plea, but it fell on deaf ears.

Uncle Howdy stood, straightening himself and shrugged his shoulders.

“We don’t choose the cards we are dealt y/n, but we decide how to play the game. It’s a gambling world full of sinners, either win or lie to succeed, and we pay our debts to the ferry man on the way out. But you never cheat. There’s always… Witnesses.” He looked back at me at winked.

“It was you… it was from you” I recalled that text.

“Did you work it out yet?” How is Miss Morgan” Uncle Howdy smirked as his little friends walked forward to lurk at his side.

“I don’t know what you are talking about. Work what out?” I played the fool, in regards to Liv anyway.

Howdy snapped his fingers and his little witch stepped forward scribbling with her chalks across the dirt floor with the words ‘LOCKER WITNESSES’, looking up to me and smiling she was quick to run her hand over and rearrange the letters.

L.O.C.K.E.R W.I.T.N.E.S.S.E.S

……..

S. K. L.

E. N. I.

C. O. E.

R. W. S.

E.

T.

S.

….

I couldn’t believe it, how had I not noticed that before. It was a fucking anagram, it was her, Abby, she had sent me that message just after Liv had text me while I was training with Finn.

“Our secrets birth the lies that entangle us, until we suffocate, they restrict our souls with their never-ending depths of deception until we choose to reveal them. We set the truth free…” Howdy smiled, knowing full well I would never let that happen.

“So here’s your choice Y/N… reveal your secrets to those you love most, set those lies freeeeeeeee….” He laughed as his words fell into a whisper by the end, that laughter was torturous and never ending.

“Or… pay your debt” He stopped, arms stretched out wide, stating the terms blankly.

“How…?” I questioned.

“WrestleMania… The witch cashes in, you throw the match.” He put it out there, plain and simple.

“I can’t…” I whimpered, “It would break them, they’ve all worked so hard to get me there” My heart was breaking.

“Secrets don’t stay hidden forever y/n… those are the terms. That is the price.” And with that Uncle Howdy grabbed the lantern and blew it out, his laughter was the last thing I heard before something caught me around the side of the head, I felt myself crash onto the dirt floor in a heap before everything went pitch black.

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My eyes fluttered in a daze as I could hear the sound of panicked voices around me, the ground had returned to the normality of the grit on a public road. Though everything surrounding felt like a jumbled mess and nothing sounded quite right, but I recognized those voices. Those soft, loving, gentle voices.

“Mi Amor..”

“Lass? Can you hear me?”

“Bunny? Bunny!?”

“Mi Vida, estás bien?

It was all a bit like a dream as I sat up, had it really happened? Was I just dehydrated? My head hurt for sure, maybe I could just pass it off as dehydration. Then they wouldn’t worry so much, but I was struggling to ground myself and form a real sentence. Without hesitation, Damian had scooped me up into his arms and taken me inside.

That night I lay in between them all as they slept, wide awake and full of a million questions and a thousand more fears on top. I had no idea what to do, what was going to happen and how I was going to escape this mess. It was my mess, and they were right, secrets don’t stay hidden forever.

Speaking of secrets, I pulled out my phone from under my pillow and turned my head to see Damien’s face, gently breathing on me as he slept. God how I loved him, my gentle giant in all his glory. It pained my heart to think of the hurt that was headed their way, because one way or another someone was going to get hurt. But I’d sooner die before I let it be them, and they can never find out. Not about her.

I opened up my messages seeing the one I now knew was from Abby and closed it, to open instead the one from Liv. Taking a deep breath, I replied to her…

“The Wyatts know…” I clicked send, but as if like fate met fortune, like the nightmare needed its finishing touch, my gentle giant spoke…

“Know what y/n?” Damian locked eyes with me, and my face gave it all away.

Now… I was well and truly fucked.

He sat up, pulling me up with him.

“What are you playing at, you don’t go around messing with the Wyatts…”

I was frozen on the spot, how was I going to get out of this.

Damien pulled me in to close the gap and with a tight grip around the back of my neck he was plain and clear with his words.

“What the fuck have you done…?”

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The night had arrived stretching across the sky, the last of the sunrays had been burnt away and drowned in the light of the moon. The stars glistened over the hilltops stretching out for miles with only a handful of grey clouds holding out on their last legs.

The midnight hour struck the hallway clock, the soft bells chimed; echoing through the empty kitchen before the house fell back silent. A gentle breeze rustled through the glass screen door, the blinds swaying ever so slightly in their wake.

Glow bugs, fireflies, crickets and cicadas joined in unison to sing the symphonies of nature as I sat toying with my feet amongst the grass in the swing chair of that great oak tree. Embraced in the lap of my gentle giant who, reaching into his pocket pulled out a small metal tin, scuffed and battered on the edges you could still see the remnants of the WWF logo embellished on the top. Ever a man for collections and memorabilia, Damian was never one to be rid of his childhood loves.

He had chosen to deal with me away from the others, leaving them to sleep. We had made our way out of the bedroom and into the backyard to talk.

Pulling his arm out from around my waist to recapture the use of both of his hands he cracked open the tin and revealed five perfectly rolled up cigarettes and a well worn lighter. My face dropped for a second in panic and looking back at me he smirked and let out a gentle huff.

“What? You think I didn’t know?” He smiled and rolled his eyes, placing one of the rollies in between his lips and sparking the lighter up before holding it out to me.

How the smoke danced in the shadows cast by the moon, like a mischievous temptress begging for someone to give in to her sinful ways. Who was I do deny her such pleasure. I reached out and took the rollie before taking a long hard drag of that subtle and sweet smokey hit. Leaning back into the swing chair I exhaled, the light smoke cloud escaped my pursed lips and raced into the sky, as if on a mission to join their cloud friends above.

Damian laughed gently as he closed the tin and returned it to his pocket, stretching his arm over me and back around my shoulders to hold me close.

“You may think that you hide it well… and you do, from the others anyway. But I’ve seen you more than once sneak away to indulge in a cheeky smoke or two when you are stressed, Mariposa” Damian’s voice was low and soft as ever, my sweet gentle giant. The man that could dominate me in a thousand ways whilst protecting me in a thousand more. I couldn’t help but stare at his face as I took another drag, his beauty was truly out of this world, every feature that marked his body was as flawless as… well him.

“However… Y/N” He questioned, leaning forward, refusing to break eye contact with me as he; himself took a drag from the cigarette between my fingers before leaning back into the chair, exhaling out the smoke I was so quick to try and inhale back in. Just a taste of that man was enough to have me on my knees begging for mercy.

“You know we don’t hide secrets in this relationship. Not between you, or me. Not Rhea, or Finn or Dom. Honestidad y confianza mi amor. So why are you talking to Liv Morgan? And what’s with you and the Wyatts? I told you before Mi Vida, you don’t mess with all that. They aren’t necessarily bad people, but their world … eso es como magia oscura. You can’t trust them” Hie eyes fell deep into my soul, and I didn’t know what to do. I hated lying to them all, but the truth wasn’t going to set me free, it was going to break the world apart and I would lose them all forever.

Leaning in to take another hit of my one true guilty pleasure I pondered in my mind how I would escape this situation. How do you not tell the truth but not lie to someone at the same time. Distract them?

“I’ve always loved the night you know; it’s always been so peaceful. Non-judgmental and full of new beginnings. You can lay down and go to sleep knowing the morning offers you a fresh start. A chance to do it differently…” I looked up to Damian as his facial expression remained unchanged.

“Sometimes, those skeletons in our closet are best left to collect dust Priest, please.” I looked up to him with those puppy dog eyes in the hopes he would accept my plea deal.

Instead, he sat up with his strong muscular figure pulling me into his lap as he wrapped his arms tight around my waist. Taking a fistful of my hair he exposed my soft pale skin to the moonlight before running his teeth along my neckline. The goosebumps danced across my skin, every hair standing on edge as the pleasure in that moment flooded straight to my core. The mini pajama shorts I was wearing dampened by my persistent need to have this man spread my legs apart and tear into every last piece of me. His vocal undertone grew dark as he growled into my ear, agitated or conflicted the man was on a mission.

“Usually, when you won't do as you are told.... when you are being a brat!” He spat through gritted teeth, “I’d bend you over, spank your arse until you cried out my name, I'd spread your legs and fuck you right where you sit until you tell me what I want to hear” Taking a long inhale of my scent he ran his large hands down my back and into my mini shorts, realising I wasn’t wearing any panties his grip tightened and that feeling sent my inner sex demon wild. I dropped the remainder of the cigarette to the floor, and it landed at the base of the chair, its hot red embers from the burning tobacco were quickly singed out by the dew soddened grass below our feet.

Hoisting me further up into his lap Damian ran a hand across my hips and down the front of my shorts, his cold hands had me gasp for breath as his knuckles brushed across my bare clit.

It really was a joy living up and away from your nosey neighbor’s.

Taking a heavy deep breath my head fell back as for the first time in weeks I was indulging in that sexual deprived need to have one of them touch me, fuck me, ruin me for all I care.

Damian’s breath was hot and staggered against my neck as he bought up his left leg slightly to raise my body into the air, slipping his hand fully in between my legs he ran his two fingers between my wet folds and my stomach became a whirlwind of knots, drowning in every last millisecond of the moment. His pace wasn’t slow, but it certainly wasn’t fast paced either. As if he was teasing me, tempting my inner demons to expose every secret I had buried from them in exchange for sexual pleasures and favors in turn.

“fuck priest...” I hummed under breathy tones, my head leaning back as his finger pace quickened. Slipping his index finger inside me he began to pump harder, drawing out every last drop from my pussy to run down my inner thighs.

Like a vicious animal in heat Damian’s demeanour had changed in a flash, gone out the window was this ‘No distractions’ bullshit as he pulled his hand from my shorts and stood up, holding me tight to his chest with one arm wrapped around me. Turning himself, he threw me at a roughened pace up against the old oak tree, with one hand behind my head to brace the impact; my legs instinctively fell from his waist in the hope of fining ground but were quickly scooped back up and around his waist as he leant back into my face, embracing me in a deep lustful kiss. Our tongue’s danced in the moon kissed light as his hands explored all over my body, breasts to hips, to thighs and back to my neck. Never fully satisfied with where they ended up. He paused to catch his breath for a moment leaning his forehead down to mine;

“Shit y/n…” he panted, one hand now leaning against the tree for support and the other taking my right arm and guiding my palms to his crotch. The bulge was truly a magnificent display of manhood. Its bold thick appearance left me with an unsatiable appetite to feel it at the back of my throat.

“You see what you do to me Mariposa… even you have me breaking the rules now” His voice was harsh, as if he was conflicted on where to go from here.

I swallowed my fear as I looked deep into his eyes, surely this man loved me enough to forgive the secrets of my past. But I wasn’t about to expose myself tonight if I could help it, instead releasing my grip I crouched down to a deep squat before falling to my knees, to now be at the perfect height if I do say so myself.

Pulling at the drawstring of his black sweatpants I lowered the waist band slightly and drew out his hard cock, licking my lips I glanced up for approval from my lord and savior whose eyes burned deep into me as his hands gripped the tree for stability, he nodded, breath now low and focused.

I wasn’t about to miss my chance.

From the base to the tip, I ran my tounge fully up his masterpiece before taking it in its full form to the back of my throat. As if my dreams had become a reality, all those weeks of begging, wishing, praying and hoping.

Finally with Finn Fucking Balor asleep in bed, I now had Damian’s dick touching the back of my tonsils and I was loving every moment of it. I felt my gag reflex kick in as I bobbed up and down along his cock, its sweet and salty taste ever insatiable and addictive. My eyes watered as I craved more of him, I could hear his voice above me, groaning in pleasure and whispering my name in hushed tones. We both knew full well that if any of the others woke up, we would have some explaining to do.

Fuck that, if they woke up they could join in. But nothing was stopping me from sucking on my favourite lollypop tonight.

Not even a prince.

Damian’s hand moved to the back of my head taking a fist full of my hair as he quickened my pace, the feeling inside him growing ever stronger with an overwhelming need not to let this feeling disappear.

“Shit… shit… oh fuck… y/n I’m” Damian’s voice choked out each word, but instead of letting him try and finish his sentence I dug my fingernails deep into his thighs signaling to him, that he best not fucking stop. I wanted to taste that man’s orgasm, I wanted to feel it run down the back of my throat as I swallowed every last drop of him.

And I did.

Damian’s cheeks flushed a rosy pink, his mouth a gape and his braids half sprawled down his back as his grip to my hair tightened with every pump that released that delectable cum shot. A drop had escaped and began falling down my chin as I leaned back onto my heels and running a finger across, I was fast to lick the remainder off.

Damian pulled his tracksuit bottoms back up, one hand still leaning on the tree as he lent down over me, panting heavily. His eyes didn’t break contact with mine, he didn’t blink or move as I rose back up to my feet.

He snaked his hand around my waist and lent down to place a soft subtle kiss on my forehead.

“Gracias , Mi amor’ Damian smiled before placing another kiss to my lips.

He ran his hand up my back and took a tight grip to my neck, pulling out my phone from his pocket along with the metal WWF tin. He smirked before pushing me back to the swing chair and forcing me to take a seat as he stood in front, his frame towering over head.

“Nice try Muñeca…” He smirked as he lit another cigarette and held it out to me, before sparking up his own and taking a soft drag.

“Distractions done... Now talk.” He held my phone up from his pocket so I could see it in full view.

“Wyatts first? Or Liv Morgan? You pick.” He tossed the phone into my lap.

“Unless you want me to wake Finn up? Let him know what’s been going on?” Damian winked at me.

I gritted my teeth before taking my first drag and pulled one leg up into the chair towards my chest, taking a deep breath.

Guess it was now or never.

“I’m not the person you think I am…” I said.

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For once, it seemed as though fate was on my side, as not long after Damian had demanded an explanation the heavens opened above. Torrential rain poured from the sky and pretty soon the garden had become a makeshift swimming pool.

By now the clocks had chimed well past 2am and we were nearing the witching hour. Damian and I quickly scurried through the patio doors; our clothing soaked from a brief encounter with mother nature. Damian locked the backdoors shut and turned to face me as he began to undress himself.

“Quickly” he demanded as his eyes scanned over my body, “Strip.”

I turned my head and raised an eyebrow, slightly taken aback by this statement. I mean, I wasn’t about to turn down this handsome devil , if he wanted to fuck me on the breakfast bar then I was all in! Round two Papi Priest?! Let’s go!

“Don’t get too excited” He stated plainly, “I don’t want you catching a cold! WrestleMania is just around the corner, now come on Mi Vida, get those wet clothes off” He stepped forward, now undressed into just his sweatpants. He put his arms to my sides and began helping peel off the wet pyjama vest top I was wearing. Damian stared down, hesitant for a moment and stuck in a trance as my bare chest was exposed, my tits sat perked and patient in the cold waiting for his warm hands. I glanced up, trying to catch his eyeline as I raised one hand to the back of his neck, brushing my fingers across his cheek.

Damian smirked at me and leant down to whisper in my ear, “Nice try” He laughed gently under his breath before placing one hand on my shoulder, turning me round on the spot and slapping my ass, pushing me forward towards the hallway.

“Go get some dry clothes on and come back down, I’m not done with you Y/N. We NEED to talk about this, you can’t run away from it forever.” He was stern, not like my usual loveable giant who didn’t need asking twice for an opportunity to shag.

I held back the desperation to roll my eyes in frustration with him and instead smiled, before taking full advantage of the opportunity at hand.

Slowly making my way up the stairs, I sneaked my way back into our bedroom to see Finn, Rhea & Dom all fast asleep together. Rhea & Dom were cuddled up in a messy pile of loose fitted pajamas and sprawled out limbs, whilst Finn had rolled away to face the opposite direction with his right arm outstretched. It was all too tempting really.

Bending down I grabbed his t-shirt from yesterday off the floor and disposed of my wet pyjama shorts in the corner, before sneaking under the covers to wrap myself in his arms.

Finn took a sleepy deep breath, his eyes remained shut as he nuzzled his nose into the crook of my neck and smiled before settling himself back into the pillow, clutching tightly to my waist as he rolled me over the top of him and into the centre of the bed so he could take on being the big spoon. Rheas face now inches from mine, i felt her hot sleepy breath on my face. I smiled as Finn nuzzled his face into the back of my head planting a soft kiss on my head and taking in a deep inhale of my scent.

“Love ya lass” he whispered in a hush tone before falling asleep, gripping me into a tight cuddle.

“Love you, Finn.” I hummed softly and closed my eyes. I knew it was unfair to leave Damian downstairs, but he’d soon figure out I wasn’t coming back down and head upstairs to bed himself… wouldn’t he?

It didn’t take me long to doze off, Finns warm embrace was ever a calming one. Dom's arm resting over Rheas body and his hand gently placed around the top of my arm, id never felt so warm and safe. I just hoped come morning, Damian would let this whole thing blow over. Either that or I could escape to the gym before he could interrogate me again.

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The Following Morning - 6:45am

I fluttered my eyelids open to a rustling coming from behind me, Finns arms still wrapped tightly around my waist, he too had managed to open one eye in an equally confused daze. We both lifted our heads slightly and peeked over his shoulder to spot a large bundle shuffling around under the covers, muffled giggles escaped, and light moans were hard to miss.

Finn scoffed in amusement before turning his head round and using his hand, he spun my neck to face back to its original direction as well, both of us resting our sleepy forms back into the pillows. He leant into my neck and nibbled the edge of my ear whispering in a hushed tone.

“Once you win that title, I’m gonna do a hell of a lot more than surprise you with an early morning breakfast in bed…. You know how I love to eat out first thing” His beard tickled my cheeks as he laid kisses down my neck. But it was hard not to get distracted by the raucous love birds behind us and their morning antics. So throwing the covers off and behind us I signaled for Finn to follow me out the room.

“Come on prince, lets leave three of them to it, we can go rustle up some breakfast for us all before I hit the gym. You wanna train together again? Round three” I asked Finn playfully as we headed out into the landing. I began throwing imaginary punches in his direction, smirking at him.

He grinned taking my hand as he followed me out, slapping me on the backside as we went.

God i wish he would off pinned me against the bedroom door and hit my ass a lot harder... repeatedly. The bratty behaviour clearly wasn't gonna work on him.

“Ill never turn down a good ol’sweat session with you doll” he grinned as I let go of his hand and raced down the stairs, Finn hot on my tail and pinching my hips as we laughed.

It was only then, as I turned the corner into the kitchen, like reality had delivered a painful slap across the face; I froze on the spot. Finn, who ran straight into the back of me looked on, confused at the sight of Damian sat on the edge of the breakfast bar, staring at the pair of us.

“Good nights sleep?” He questioned, a little sarcastically as his voice aimed directly at me, ready to take that kill shot.

“Shit, D-Damian? But I thought? You weren’t… in bed with Dom & Rhea?” I asked him, both confused and guilt ridden that he must have stayed downstairs all night by himself.

“Damian? Love, why didn’t you come to bed? Is something wrong?” Finn sounded concerned as he let go of my hips and stepped out from behind me taking a couple steps towards Damian, tilting his head to one side, questioning the man.

Damian didn’t break eye contact with me as I stood frozen on the spot, my breathing had shallowed out to the point of being nonexistent. He raised his eyebrows at me expecting a response… but all I could do was stare forward, lightly shaking my head ‘no’ in the hopes he would listen to my silent pleas.

‘Hey Finn…” Damian cleared his voice whilst keeping his eyes fixated on mine.

“Y/N sucked my dick last night.”

Bro…Seriously.

I had no words.

My face just held that look of complete bewilderment and incomprehension at his childish behavior. The devil on my shoulder cursing the dickhead who didn’t seem to mind breaking those rules himself at the time.

Finn’s head snapped around almost instantly as the sounds of rushed footsteps came down the stairs and up behind me, Dominick & Rhea had now also appeared. Their hair matched in a post sex matted mess, with Dom’s pajama bottoms missing, stood in only his boxers and Rhea adorning Damian’s oversized ‘ALL RISE’ training t-shirt.

“Guys? What is it? What’s wrong?” Rhea questioned, sensing the tension in the room, “Bunny?”.

“You did what…?” Finn was furious as he glared at me, but it was that silent anger, the one that felt more like disappointment than just being upset.

I still didn’t move, I couldn’t break the stare I had on Damian, I couldn’t believe he had thrown me under the bus.

Last time I ever let that man finish in my mouth…

Ok that’s a lie.

But I made my point clear to my inner sex demon that was currently dancing away inside my head, engulfed and envisioning a complete anger fuelled, pre-breakfast orgy between us all on the kitchen worktops. Cursing each other’s names in breathy moans, fucking out our frustrations as the pancakes & waffles would be left burning with orgasms taking precedent. Oh i could picture it now, Damian leaning against the counter top as his dick played tennis with my tonsils while Finn punished my pussy from behind, each thrust pounding into me the consequences of my actions. Rhea laying across the counter with her head being held up by Priest in a deep and lustful make-out session while Dom Dom was being chocked out by her authoritative thighs.

I was quickly bought back to reality.

“You. Sucked. His. Cock. Last. Night. Y/n?” Finn questioned me again, his eyes burning a hole into my soul as he paused on every word, but still, I didn’t answer.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH” Dom was quick to jump on the hype train before Rhea elbowed him in the ribs to shut him up, but it only lasted for a second before he was back at it.

“You're in troubleeee” he sung, teasing me as I turned to look at him.

“Dominick, I swear, I will put you across my knee right her” Rhea warned him as the little shit finally shut his mouth up.

“Jealous it wasn’t yours?” I spat out sarcastically at Dominick who was half hiding behind Rhea for personal protection. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head before turning back only to notice that Damian had stood up. He walked towards me slowly before leaning down into my face;

“I told you Mi Vida, no secrets” he winked seductively at me before addressing Dom & Rhea, who had made their way over to stand by the sofas.

“Morning you two, have fun this morning?” Damian smirked pointing down to Dom’s crotch and the black lipstick marks on his thigh that had been left behind by Rhea. Dom’s cheeks flushed red in embarrassment as he grabbed a pillow of the couch and held it over, to cover his remaining dignity.

“Y/N!” Finn shouted, making us all jump as he shoved past Damian and closed the space between myself and him. His face was inches from mine now, his finger pointed up close making me feel like a little kid again.

“One rule, one fucking rule. No distractions! It’s not a complicated rule, it’s not difficult to follow, it’s…” Finn tried to justify before I screamed back in his face, interrupting him.

“BUT IT IS!” I shouted, I instantly regretted cutting him off, but fuck it I had done it now.

In for a penny in for a pound and all that.

“It’s pretty fucking hard to follow when you are all getting off with each other, shagging in the same bed as me when I wake up or leaving me out when you all take joint showers. Christ, it’s not like you even try to hide it!” My heart was racing as I argued my case, though it fell on deaf ears as Finns eyes seemed to just look through me. As if I wasn’t really there.

My eyes filled with tears as I turned to make a break for it up the stairs but Finn reached out grabbing my wrist and pulling me close towards him.

"DON'T ACT!...like it hasn't been hard for the rest of us!" He spat out his words in complete fury. "Don't act like we didn't know, all those times, all those times you little brat! Acting out, misbehaving, snarky comments and eye rolls!" Finns hands were shaking in rage, the grip around my wrist was as tight as it could have been.

"Every. Time...." He spat out, "Every time, you stepped out of line I had to fight a battle inside of me not to take you over my knee, not to shove my cock down your throat and silence that bratty behaviour. Ohhhhh" His voice still furious but now almost chuckling at the idea. "I know how hard it has been for you, because it's been the same for me too. Except all these rules were put in place to HELP YOU! To make sure you were the strongest you have ever been! SO YOU COULD BE A CHAMPION!" He shouted and let go of my hand turning on the spot and pacing away, he ran his hands through his hair before launching a punch against the wall.

Dom jumped at Finns outburst so badly he dropped the pillow, and Rhea turned her head to look at him and rolled her eyes.

“Such a bottom Dom, jeez.” She spoke, Dominick looking equally embarrassed and content with the statement. For once, it wasn’t him that was in trouble.

Finn span around on the spot to face me raising his fist in the air and pointing a finger in my direction, stuttering he could barley form a word before dropping his hand back down to his side and letting out a frustrated exhale.

Tears welled up in my eyes as i once again turned to make a run for it up the stairs.

“STOP.” Damian’s voice bellowed into the room

I turned back around rubbing my eyes, trying to hold myself together, trying to stay strong so they didn’t see me as some weak girl who felt like she was falling apart.

Damian pulled my phone from his pocket and snapped his fingers at Rhea & Dom to take a seat on the sofa, then signaling to Finn to take a seat as well.

Finn didn’t seem best pleased by this, but Damian reassured him they would deal with the whole rule breaking scenario later. This was more important. Damian then dragged the chair from the dining table that he had been leaning against over and took a seat, placing my phone on the coffee table in front of us all.

“Y/n, despite you sneaking off last night, I haven’t forgotten. I spent all night by myself down here thinking about it. Y/n, I’m sorry Mi Amor, but this needs addressing. Because this relationship” Damian pointed to each of us.

“It is built on trust, there are no secrets. There should be no secrets. I couldn’t keep what happened last night from Finn, because that would be wrong. I was wrong for allowing it to happen, and I understand why you are upset. Now we can discuss the ‘no distractions’ rule later, so that you don’t feel so frustrated or singled out by it. Right guys?” Damian looked to each of the group, all nodding in unison, Finn a little reluctant at first but you could see he was starting to feel bad for me as well.

“But… Y/n. You are hiding something, last night you said…” Damian continued but I interrupted before he could finish.

“I said I’m not the person you think I am” My voice was shaking, full of fear and anxiety. This was it. They were going to find out the truth.

“Bunny? What do you mean?” Rhea’s face was terrified, she had that look of wanting to run up and embrace me in a full-on chokehold hug. How I would have loved nothing more than for Rhea and the others to hold me tight and wish the rest of the world away.

My eyes couldn’t hold back the emotional barriers anymore as the tears flooded down my cheeks, my breath catching in my throat as my heart felt like it was breaking.

“Please… Please… Please I’m begging you. Please, if you love me, if you truly… love me. You will let, this, go.” I sniffled and sobbed.

Finn's demeanour changed in a heart beat, he may of been angry but his girl was crying. He couldn't bare to see her like this. Something in his heart broke and every reaction he had just shown, he had just felt melted away. All he wanted to do was hold her tight, keep her safe from the world and all its demons. He went to stand but Damian rested a hand on his thigh, motioning for him to sit back down.

“I don’t wanna lose you…” I cried as my hands began to tremble and my legs turned to jelly.

“Mi Vida, it’s time.” Damian offered a gentle lifeline as he held out a hand to me so I could sit on his knee, but I declined. Pulling myself together I wiped the tears from my eyes and took a deep breathe.

“Okay…” I whispered as my lips quivered and I fought off the tears that wanted to carry on. If i was going to be honest with the, i was going to keep my distance. I needed a head start from them all, should i choose to run.

“Before… Before I… I wasn’t…. Before I…” stuttering every syllable, I knew getting the words out was going to be harder than I had expected. Though I never thought I’d be in this situation to begin with, let alone practice or plan for. I thought I could hide this forever; I thought I would take this to the grave.

Damian, Rhea, Finn and Dom all sat focused solely on me as I stood in front of them, my entire body was trembling. The room felt as though it was expanding at a thousand paces a second whilst simultaneously closing in all at once. Drowning in the single spotlight of attention, I knew there was no escaping it now. Those skeletons in my closet, they were coming back from the dead. Arising from the deepest depths for which I had buried them, the haunting of my soul was coming back, its vengeance had begun.

Every action has its consequences.

I took one final deep breath and locked eyes with Damian before looking to the floor, fixating on a single carpet thread. If I was going to tell my secrets, I wasn’t going to look them directly in the eye. I couldn’t bare to see the love start to fade away from them.

“When I told you, I’m not the person you think I am, well that’s only half true. The y/n you know now, that’s me. That is the y/n I want to be. I want to be this y/n, I want to live in this life, I want to live with all of you in this little world we have…” My voice choked on the last word as I prepared myself for what was coming. Rhea had her hands to her face, her tears matched mine as it broke her heart to see her girl so visibly upset.

“But the y/n that I was, the y/n that haunts my dreams, the y/n that left scars across my skin from a war I had no business being a part of. The y/n that destroyed an entire world in a single second through arrogance… she made a deal with the Wyatts to save herself from the darkness. And now…” I looked up to the heavens as I broke down in a cascading river of tears.

“Even though he has gone, my time is up. My payment is due, and I am so, so sorry. But I cannot protect you from them. Not if I stay. Howdy has my secrets, he knows everything. I foolishly thought that when… that when…” I paused and signaled a cross to the heavens.

“When the last firefly went out, I would escape, and my deal would turn to dust. He was never a fiend; he was my friend. He was a good person, but like me, he was stuck living the wrong life. People judged before they truly knew who he could be. That kind of judgment can create a monster, the devil himself was born from injustice. He helped those who were lost, offered them sanctuary in his world. But Howdy, Howdy took that world and destroyed it, trapped all of us inside that godforsaken fun house and burnt it to the ground. He manipulates the vulnerable and feeds upon the weak, his family will stop at nothing to destroy… everything.”

I looked up from the floor to see them all staring back at me, was it shock? Was it confusion? Was it fear? We would soon know, because here it is.

“Before I came up to the main roster, before I signed with WWE, I was a rookie. Like everyone else I was barely surviving on the indie scene. I was doing stupid things, taking stupid risks and, Well my safety wasn’t exactly paramount. I drank… a lot, all the time. I swallowed anything anyone offered, took anything just to get high and feel something. Death matches, TLC'S, Street fights, it didn't matter because the pain fed my empty soul. I didn’t wrestle under Y/W/N at the time… I was in a duo.” I paused for a second, taking another breath.

“With Liv… I wrestled under ‘Missy’, get it? Miss-y? Sounds like Miss. E, add LIV and… L.I.V.E = EVIL, ‘Live to be Evil’”

I swallowed, knowing the words I was going to speak could never be taken back.

“She was like me, lost little kids living in a world that was far to big and full of way to many temptations… We had a match, a death match. Neither of us were in a state to compete but, well we didn’t care. It was against these two girls who, well we knew them, we had history. One of them had accidentally fucked up a spot a long time before and I had broken my ankle. To say I went into that match with a taste for revenge was an understatement.”

The entire room was silent, you could barley hear Dom, Damien, Finn or Rhea take a breath.

“We didn’t just take the win that night, it was never going to get to the showcase. In my mind, all i could see was spite and an opportunity for revenge. During the pre match training session… we ended that girl’s career. I won’t say how, I don’t wanna relive that moment any more than I have to in my nightmares. But I spent a lot longer than 5 minutes behind bars… Dom.” I was still crying; I was trying not to look at them all and their disappointment.

“I was spiteful, I was full of hatred and dependent on a high I could never fulfil. I was using other peoples pain and suffering in place of the lack of my own. The fiend offered us a deal, a way out, a way to survive. A firefly’s devotion runs far deeper than the loyalty in blood alone. He buried the past so no one would ever know. That match wasn’t public, the records were sealed, the girl was paid off and kept silent forever. Liv and I agreed to the deal, to repay our debts through sacrifice. Before… before he left this world, Liv was granted her freedom from the fiend, but I was still a lost soul.”

I looked up to each of them, tears filled their eyes.

“That was, until I met you. All of you. You all taught me to be the person I am now. This y/n, this is me, this is the me I want to be. But Howdy, he lives for revenge. He revoked Live freedom and, and now he has named my sacrifice… my championship”

“NO! Fuck that! No” Finn stood to his feet; his anger was fuelling his inner fire once again.

“I don’t have a choice, Finn! If I don’t hold up to my deal, this… us…it’s all over! Everything will come out and they will take me down. You will all drown with me, and I can’t do that to you! I love you all too much” my voice was shaking.

They all rushed to me, embracing me in a tight hug, Rhea leading the charge.

“Bunny…” Rhea grabbed my face pulling me in close as the others released me from the hug. “They won’t get anywhere near you, not while you have us”

"Mi Amor, your past... your past and your secrets. Your struggles, your problems, your pain and your strifes. They do not have to be yours alone, we are a family." Damians voice offered a reassuring tone, filled with love.

"Do or Die, Lass. We aren't going anywhere. And we will never stop loving you" Finn took my hand in his, squeezing it tightly. "And, I'm sorry.. i was out of line before. I should never have gotten angry with you. That wasn't okay." He smiled, planting a gentle kiss on my forehead.

“Hey guys?” Dom questioned as they all turned, looking over to the young semi naked lad. “I think, I think I have an idea.”

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- WRESTLEMAINA -

PRESENT DAY

An all too familiar piano key played out to the arena as smoke filled the walkway and a single spotlight lit up the ring. The entire audience had fallen silent in apprehension.

An illuminated doorway flew open from the top of the walkway and out from the smoke filled darkness, emerged the silhouette’s of the Wyatts. Uncle Howdy pacing forward at the front, swinging the famous lantern and cackling to himself as his family lurked close behind. Their sheer presence dominating the world in its own glory.

Howdy stopped abruptly as Abby the witch slunk out from behind him when they reached the edge of the ring. She eerily crept her way through the ropes, launching the ‘Money in the Bank’ briefcase to the referee who looked balls out terrified to be there. At this point, he had given up on the idea of ever witnessing a 'clean' match.

Facedown in the Centre of the ring lay a crumpled mess of myself, barely able to make out more than a foot in front of your face... you would never of known. They didn't know.

Dakota Kai seemed to have vanished and it was now just us. Y/W/N vs The Witch.

Samantha Irvin anxiously announced to the stadium that, much to the disappearance of Dakota, this was now a triple threat match for the Women’s world Championship.

Looking around the walkways, the crowd, even the exit doors... there was no sign of anyone.

I was all alone in this.

The bell rang and crawling her way forward Abby grabbed a fist full of hair dragging up the face of…. well, It wasn’t me.

It was a mannequin, dressed in matching ring attire.

She spun herself around to look at Howdy whose face displayed a monstrous scowl.

Suddenly, echoing through the stadium three loud bangs on a door could be heard. Seconds later they repeated once again.

The Wyatts all turned to face their entrance way, the grand wooden door having closed behind them. Someone was here, someone was knocking, someone had come calling.

With a microphone in hand, my voice boomed throughout the stadium.

“HOWDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I Shouted at the top of my lungs.

“Let. Me. In”

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The crowed had erupted into absolute chaos, they could all recognise the voice that had filled the stadium. Their screams had drowned out any music or commentary coming from the sound system.

But as i turned to return the microphone back to the sound system crew a dark and ominous figure entered into the backroom where we all stood.

It was Paul, Triple H.

Damian, Finn, Rhea and Dom all took a step to stand behind me as we awaited our boss, he didn't look happy.

That was never going to be good news.

Standing in front of us all, he looked down on me, fully dressed and ready to fight.

"I don't know what you lot are up to, but this..." He moved his finger around to point at us all. "Is not happening, now you four" He moved his stare to focus on the other 4 members behind me. "Get out there and get this show finished up... as for you" He turned and pointed resting his finger tip of my chest.

"Y/W/N, You're fired."

It was then, as if out of the shadows she appeared.

Liv Morgan slid her way out from behind Triple H grinning in delight.

"Liv Morgan will take your place in this championship match."

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“You’re Fired.”

In that moment, in that very moment… you could say it was as if the world just fell away. As if the entirety of time stood still, as if silence was the only thing that existed on earth… but that could not be further from the truth. All hell had broken loose.

The entirety of Judgement Day had completely lost their minds, they were screaming & shouting, demanding answers from Triple H who had now been surrounded by security in an attempt to hold back the furious group. Paul was trying to have his voice heard over them all but every word he got out, he was interrupted again.

After all the chaos, the sudden appearance of The Wyatt Sicks and now Dakota having vanished, likely being hauled off to medical backstage the main event of WrestleMania had now been replaced last minute with this Ten Man grand slam cage match. Howdy and Abby had been furious to realise it was only a mannequin in the ring and demanded answers.

When it had been announced to the crowd by the commentary duo the entire arena were beyond excited, they screamed and chanted ‘THIS IS AWESOME’ so loudly the ring announcers had struggled to be heard, even with a microphone.

The ring had been re built and arranged to form two large hell in the cell style cages, similar to War games, only these two cages were connected in the middle but could not be accessed by the other.

The ring announcer explained that in Cage 2 there would be Uncle Howdy, Erick Rowan, Dexter Lumis and Joe Gacy vs Rhea Ripley, Damian Priest, Finn Balor & Dominik Mysterio whilst in Cage 1 there would be Abby the witch vs Y/W/N for the Women's World Championship.

Except no one out there was aware, i was being replaced? I was not going to be in it? Pfft, over my dead body.

Liv Morgan had been quick to turn and disappear out of sight choosing to wait in the wings of the ramp to enter the match.

The Wyatt Sicks had already made their entrance to the ring and were now pacing their territory both inside and out of the cages. The monitors in Gorilla showed them playing up to the audience while many fans were chanting for The Judgment Day, for Mami, for Y/W/N big entrance.

Abby the Witch, who had already entered the cell was sat in the middle of the canvas smiling, chanting to herself in hushed tones, her painted China mask glowing in the spotlight gave such an uneasy feeling to those in the front row. Meanwhile those further back in the cheap seats had been more than happy to begin poking fun, trying to stir up the Wyatts.

“Y/W/N is gonna kill you…. Y/W/N is gonna kill you!” They sang, arms waving in the air as Dexter had jumped up onto the barricade alongside Huskus, shouting abuse back at the spectators. But the fans were just as quick to jump on them instead…

“Rhea’s gonna kill you… Rhea’s gonna kill you!” The audience chimed together. Out in the arena the atmosphere was really building for what everyone believed was going to be an incredible match.

Meanwhile, backstage chaos was still at full peak. Anxiety was kicking in and I stood back from everyone in silence, I wasn’t entirely sure what to say, what to do. How do I even begin to process what he had said, what was going on? I couldn’t hear any of them now, my brain had turned into a cloud of fog. All I could focus on was a high-pitched alarm going off in the corner of the room, it was flashing on and off with an LED screen that displayed the words ‘ON AIR’.

I’m not sure where it came from, or indeed what bought me back to reality. Maybe it had been that alarm indicating that the show was live, and the production team were now running behind, given that The Judgment Day were still stood in Gorilla arguing with Paul and every member of the backstage crew.

I took a deep breath and proceeded to walk over to the production crews table, picking up a steel chair and launching it across the room into the adjacent wall. The loud crashing sound echoed throughout the room as everyone fell silent and stared over in my direction. Rhea looked so concerned for me as her eyes scanned over my body for any sign of injury or upset. Meanwhile the boys were all far to angry to fully regulate their emotions at that point.

“Enough…” I stated plainly, holding my head up high and slowly walking over towards Triple H.

Rhea, Damian, Finn and Dom all took a step back to allow me to pass by them as I stopped in front of my boss. Security was quick to regroup and reform behind him while Judgment Day stood directly behind me, Dom reached out his hand to squeeze my fingers, desperate to make sure his girl was okay. Though I am sure he himself needed a little grounding too.

“Why?” I questioned Triple H as he readjusted his suit shirt from Damian’s firm grip, making sure to fix his tie where Finn had attempted to throttle him with it.

“Why am I fired? You have to tell me why. You can’t just fire me, walk away and think no one is going to question your decision.” My voice was plain, strong and confident. If I hadn’t been so focused on dealing with the situation in hand, I might have noticed Damian getting a little hot under the collar at his little lady dominating the problems at hand. I may have noticed Finn smirking with pride at the self-confidence I was displaying, or even Rhea with her arms folded and eyebrow raised, she knew full well her girl could handle business.

Hunter cleared his throat as he placed one hand in his pocket and the other over his mouth, wiping the sweat of his chin and taking a breath.

“This company, Y/W/N…has a strict no tolerance policy when it comes to fraternizing with other wrestling companies. You signed a contract young lady; you know the rules…. And you broke those rules. So…” Hunters words sounded almost humorous, like the situation to him was funny.

“What are you talking about!?” I said, frustrated and confused at everything that was going on.

Triple H very quickly got frustrated and ran his hands over his head, taking another sharp breath.

“Look, we don’t have time for this right now. You lot…” He said pointing to Rhea, Damian, Dominik and Finn.

“Get out to the ring, the match needs to start! Liv Morgan is waiting; she WILL BE taking Y/W/N place. GO!!” His voice was harsh, he was not happy, but neither were my loves. I turned on the spot to face them all and smiled.

“Finn, you always told me the show must go on, no distractions. Remember? All of you, go! Kick their asses, Ill fix this, I promise! I’ll see you out there” I held out my hands and they all quickly rushed in, sharing a warm group hug before they made their way out. Rhea turned to look at me as The Judgment Day’s music played out in the arena, blowing me a kiss and offering a half corner smile. She looked over to Paul with a dark glare before making her way

I watched as the monitors showed them all entering the ramp and making their way to the ring, the crowd cheering and chanting their names. But the front row quickly noticed it was Liv Morgan there and not me. And when Samantha Irvin announced Liv would be my replacement, the thousands of spectators were not happy.

And they proved it.

“BOO! BOO!"

"YOU SUCK!"

"WE WANT Y/W/N! WE WANT Y/W/N!"

"THIS IS BULLSHIT. . . . . THIS IS BULL SHIT!”

Liv smirked without a care in the world and made her way into the cell.

The cages were locked, the bell was rung.

The War began.

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“Ok!” I shouted facing my manager once more.

“You are back on schedule, the production are happy and the show is running to time again! So, take a bloody chill pill grandad and explain to me what the hell you are talking about?!” I demanded standing in front of Hunter.

He sighed, frustrated by my words and turned on the spot, taking an envelope out from the desk behind him and handing it to me.

“Liv bought this to my attention after your match earlier, just shortly after you and the rest of Judgment Day went back to your locker room, I wanted to discuss it with you, but you were all…….. obviously busy.” He raised his eyebrows as he looked down at me, his tall figure looming above mine as I rolled my eyes at his words and proceeded to open the envelope.

We must have been loud enough for Hunter to hear us!

Tearing open the envelope I pulled out a handful of photographs but before I could take a look a sudden flurry of cheers from the crowd had me distracted for a moment. Both Triple H and I turned our heads to the monitor as Samantha Irvin’s voice ringed through the sound system.

“Joe Gacy has been eliminated!”

Dominik and Damian had managed to pair up while the others fought and with an assisted South of Heaven-Frog Splash Dom had pinned Huskus! A huge grin was plastered on my face as I turned my attention to Rhea who had Howdy pinned in the corner, pounding him with continuous punches to the face. That glint in her eye showed me she was fighting for love and her passion for revenge had completely taken over.

Liv and Nikki were in the midst of a brutal scrap, exchanging punches and body kicks with neither showing any weakness, but my heart burnt deep and heavy. That should be me out there fighting! That is my title shot!

Frustratingly I could also see Rowan had gotten back to his feet after a brawl with Finn, who had been sent over the top rope and into the steel cage. My poor Irish prince was in agony, then within the blink of an eye Rowans giant frame had flattened Damian with a hefty forearm, swiftly followed by a chokeslam to Dom who was now out for the count.

“Dominik Mysterio has been eliminated!”

“Shit…” I whispered under my breath, turning my attention back to the photographs. My heart ached for Dom, I needed to be out there. I need to sort this shit once and for all!

“So, what is this?! What am I looking at?” I demanded taking a closer look at the photos. They were blurry, it looked like countryside landscape, but I recognized something in it. There was a vehicle in them, it was a white transit van, hidden slightly by some large branches hanging from the trees above. On the side of the van in large letters were painted ‘A.E.W’. And there I was, standing at the back looking over my shoulder. I don’t remember any of this though. There’s no denying it was me but… why do I look so…odd? Positioned so strangely? So lifeless? So?...

Then it hit me.

This was the day the Wyatts had snatched me from my run, I didn’t look odd or strange, I wasn’t even conscious!

“I know how this may look H, but I promise you I have no connection to AEW whatsoever! Look…” I pulled the photo out to show him in closer detail.

“Yes, it is me. But look you can see! My eyes aren’t even open and my hands… they are tied behind my back! I know its blurry, clearly this camera man they paid off is shit at his job! Look, I have a long history with the Wyatts, and one I don’t want to bring to light. I made some serious mistakes in my past and I learnt from them. Bray Wyatt helped me see that and, yes I was a firefly. Howdy he, he can’t accept his brother has gone. And we all know when love cannot save you, evil is quick to thrive. This day, this day Finn had me training and I went for a run, the Wyatts grabbed me and took me to this old barn to try and scare me. I didn’t think much of it, Howdy’s always playing games but…..” My voice trailed off into a silent whisper as something caught my eye.

“I never knew…. why… why they….” My voice was broken, barely audible as Hunter rushed to my side looking closer at the photograph in my hands. I was trembling as I only now realized the true ring master behind it all.

There…

in the photograph….

Driving the van.

My shaking finger moved to point at the driver’s seat, a blurry but prominent head of hair was clearly visible and we all knew who it was.

“But.. that’s Liv Morgan?” Hunter questioned, taking the photo from my hands.

“I never knew why they took me that day, it all seemed so strange. But it was, it was all so strange because it was a set up. She planned it right from the moment he set her free. Despite both of us being guilty for that night we took our revenge to far she had always blamed me. She set me up!” My voice more dominant then ever as I turned to face hunter.

“I understand you cannot pull her from the match now, but you have to see this was all a set up! The idiot, she is must of thought the photos being such a poor condition you wouldn’t of taken notice of her in the van when you could clearly see me. I deserve to be in this match, I deserve to fight for that Championship! HUNTER PLEASE!” I was begging him at this point.

Triple H turned his head to the monitor as Samantha Irvin’s voice rang through the arena once more.

“Dexter Lumis and Finn Balor have both been eliminated in a double pin!” Samantha sounded panicked as the referee had opened the door to the cage and Finn and Dexter had come out still swinging for each other, after managing to get one another in a double shoulder down pin. Neither preparing to stop the fight they were still going until they were pulled apart by security and Dominik who was quick to check on Finn.

As Dexter went to walk away he turned back to Finn who was being partially held up by Dominik.

"I can see why you like y/n so much, such soft skin mixed with a vicious tongue. Did you ever wonder where she disappeared to that day? Out on her run?" He smirked at his comments seeing the Irish man shake in anger.

"Had her in the back of the van in a heart beat, the tape over her mouth and hands tied behind her back. Her heart was racing... Oh i really enjoyed tormenting her. Is that what you do Balor? Torment her? For pleasure? I wouldn't mind tying her up again someday, only this time..." Before Dexter could finish his sentence Finn lunged forward delivering a brutal left hook across the foul mouthed dickheads face. The Mercy Buzzard was sent crashing to the floor as he spat out one of his front teeth, looking up at the Irish man in horror.

"Say one more word about her... and i'll make sure you choke on it!" Finn spat out as Dom led him over to their opposing side of the cage, leaving Dex spitting out the blood from inside his mouth.

Rhea rushed to put her hand through the grate to Dom. She looked exhausted and Damian was clearly running on fumes now too.

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“HUNTER. PLEASE!” I threw my hands up to the screens as Liv was setting up her finisher on the witch.

Hunter said nothing, he simply reached over and flicked a switch on the keyboard. He nodded his head to me as my music drowned out the stadium and the crowd erupted into complete chaos.

The lighting scheme changed to full on Judgement Day colors, flashing LED’s and stream spot lights illuminated the runway as I appeared at the top of the ramp.

Inside the first cage remained Damian & Rhea vs Rowan and Uncle Howdy, meanwhile Nikki Cross and Liv Morgan were battling with what they had left in the second cell.

Dom and Finn leapt up at the sound of my music, grinning in delight as they grappled the side of the cell and shouting at the top of their lungs.

I ran at full speed down to the ring, the referee opening the cage door and allowing me entry.

Locking eyes with Liv Morgan she grinned evily and hit her finisher on the witch, pushing her out of the way and to the floor below.

And so there we stood.

A short distance between each other.

“We were friends Liv, we were family...." I said, keeping my eyes locked on hers, "How fast you were to sell me out.”

“I didn’t sell you out" she replied smirking, "I bought in to a new way. You were weak, we could have finished that scumbag off for what she did to you. But no… Y/W/N always breaks on the final hurdle, you were too soft, always had to be the good guy” Liv’s voice was full of spite.

“I wasn’t soft Liv, what we did was wrong. He taught me that, but it seems you never took his lessons to heart. A firefly always….” I tried to reason but she cut me off.

“FUCK THE FIREFLIES!” Liv lashed out grabbing my hair and the fight began.

Blow after blow, swing after swing, punch after punch.

The crowd erupted and their chants could be heard the other end of the city.

“Y/W/N! Y/W/N! Y/W/N! Y/W/N!”

"Y/W/N GONNA KILL YOU!"

We tore each other apart in that ring, destroying every last piece of who we were and what we wanted to be. Nothing was off limit, and we knew it.

Kendo sticks, fire extinguishers, chairs, tables and more. To the point of two broken women standing in front of each other, blood dripping and bruises across every part of the skin. The fans loved it, but they had no idea we were both prepared to destroy each other to secure victory.

Rhea and Damian had Howdy and Rowan on their knees as they both set up for their finishers, taking a quick peek over to my match before sending these two scoundrels back to where they came from.

“RIPTIDE! SOUTH OF HEAVEN! RIPTIDE! SOUTH OF HEAVEN!” The announcement desk was going wild, unable to comprehend the absolute madness of this match.

The rain still hammered down into the arena, dark clouds and lighting lit up the sky. Anyone would have thought WWE had control of the weather at this point.

“1……2…….3!!!!” THE CROWD CHANTED AND CHEERED!

“Erik Rowan and Uncle Howdy have been eliminated! The Judgment Day win the first battle of Hell in a Cell!” Samantha Irwin announced, cheering as she did.

Finn and Dom ran around to the side of the cell I was fighting in, Nikki cross was out for the count on the floor of the cage while Liv had me up against the ropes.

My vision starting to blur as she laid her fist into my face repeatedly before getting off and picking up the Kendo stick by her feet. She swung it into my ribs again and again and again, Blasting any remaining air from my lungs.

Liv then threw the stick to the floor and it rolled to my side. She turned to face the crowd and celebrate, preparing her run up to the ropes for the final Oblivion.

“Y/N! Y/N!” I could hear Finn’s voice coming from behind me. Turning my head I could just make out his silhouette.

“Come on lass, you can do it!” Finn shouted, over the sounds of the crowd.

“Come on my girl! Finish this!” Dom yelled.

From my right I could hear two gentle voices calling out, trying to ground me back into reality.

“Mi Vida, Mi Vida! Por favor, listen to me! You can do this!” Damian’s voice was gentle and full of love.

“Bunny, you are our champion already, now you need to be theirs!”

Rhea was right.

Damian was right.

Dominik was right.

Finn was right.

All those months of training, all those distractions hammered out of me, all that time and focus poured in so i could be dead set on one thing. This one thing.

"Let's finish this" I muttered under my breath.

I dragged myself back to my feet, Liv racing towards me and without a seconds thought I reached over and grabbed the Kendo stick before taking a large swing back and delivering it across her chest.

Liv froze, the pain flooding through her entire body as i drew it back up over my head and began beating it down on her until she was on all fours in front of me.

"Please.... she begged. Please... no.... Y/N, stop... please" She whimpered. I dropped the Kendo stick and taking a handful of her hair i pulled the bitch up to her feet and whispered in her ear.

"You seem to forget Miss Morgan, this isnt the first time I've received a public whipping for bad behaviour" I turned my head over to face Finn and winked.

He desperatley fought back the smirk plastered across his face as i pushed her back and ran for the ropes.

Bouncing off them and running toward her i delivered a strong willed drop kick sending Liv flying across the mat.

It was now or never...

Climbing my way up to the top rope Liv struggled back to her feet and turned to face me. Like a deer in headlights her entire body froze as i towered before her and I jumped high into the air before delivering my finisher, completley catching her off guard.

“Y/W/N/F! Y/W/N/F! MORGANS DOWN, MORGANS DOWN!” The announcement team went wild as I found myself laying next to Liv, she was out and I could see it.

“PIN HER LASS! PIN HER!!” Finn screamed as I reached out, dragging my broken body towards the bitch.

"PIN HER BUNNY!" Rhea shouted as she gripped onto the metal cage keeping us apart, Damian clung one arm tightly around her waist with the other holding on to the ring for stability.

Inch by inch i moved closer before falling flat on top of her.

The referee slid in to the side of us and began to count...

1!!!!

2!!!!!

3!!!!!

The entire stadium flew into a chaotic celebration, with screams, cheers, chants and more! Confetti cannons blasted off down the entire ramp runway and fireworks set off, filling the night sky above.

“She’s done it! Y/W/N has done it! We have a new champion! We have a new champion!”

The referee unlocked the cage door and was thrown backwards and out of the way as Finn, Dom, Damian and Rhea came bounding through tackling me to the ground.

Their smiles, cuddles and kisses were almost enough to block any pain signals my body was sending, instead a flood of emotion took me out in waves as Damian hoisted me up onto his shoulders, parading me around the ring.

Rhea was quick to take Liv Morgan and Abby the witch by the scruff of their hair, sending both women headfirst out of the cell, dusting her hands off and turning away.

“Get out of here, Puta's!” Rhea’s accent had such a way when she spoke Spanish, I could feel my inner core heating up and Damian knew it. He bent down and Dom helped me off, grinning and planting a soft kiss on my lips.

Finn came over, kneeling down in front of me and held out the ‘Women’s World Championship’ belt.

“You did it Lass, our champion” he smiled, standing and pinning the belt around my waist.

Finn put his arm around my neck, waving the others over to join us.

There we stood, a full family hug in the light of the full moon, the rain had eased off and the arena was now lit under the glow of a million fireworks and the love of a million adoring fans. Their phone torches held up in the sky like fireflies.

But no love as true, no love as strong as theirs, as the lovers surrounding me. No Judgment, just love.

Finn leaned in to nuzzle into my neck, brushing the hair from my face as his lips drew close to my ear “I made you a promise Y/N, you are a champion. Our champion…” Finn smiled, “Now, bring on those distractions!”

I did it.

I was their champion.

My skeletons had been laid to rest, my past left behind. The days ahead now filled with love, celebration..... and a million sexual fantasies.

The End.

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