The Bitchmint

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Rumors

“I can’t believe you are going to listen to the bullshit you hear backstage, you could come to me like an adult.” Distortia’s exasperated sigh came from her gut. Her love life was once again the topic of conversation backstage and it was causing problems as usual. The main reason her and Dyna avoided relationships with co workers. Wrestlers were the worst about running their mouths. Kylie threw herself into a folding chair in her dressing room, she really was just fed up. “I just hate the rumors Ky, I’m sorry. Why can’t we just tell everyone the truth?” Baron’s voice peaked a little as his exasperation. He was leaning against the makeup counter in her dressing room. He was just as frustrated with everything as he was and she knew it wasn’t really his fault. “The minute the locker room knows, the minute the world knows. I have always been super private, we talked about this.” Kylie looked up, and up at her tall, hunky man. Baron was dressed in his dirty, rock era ring gear, a black craft t shirt and a beanie ... his usual, casual uniform. 

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The Scotsman 1

“A doozy of a snow storm, if you are trying to get out of Philadelphia or get in....better do it quickly as mother nature shuts down the state of Pennsylvania..” The tv screen flashed with bright red and orange writing. There was a huge snow storm blowing South from Canada and it was leaving tons of people on the North East coast stranded. Two exasperated figures sat in the Airport lobby just waiting, praying and wasting time. They were trying to get home before they had to fly to the west coast and resume their road schedule. The life of a wwe superstar was primarily lived out of hotel rooms, and airport lobbies. Heather wanted to get home to her pup, for the first time in years she didn’t have Hollywood stuff, or interviews or radio shows or ANYTHING to do for 4 days before her next show in Seattle. Whenever they were off the road for any amount of time Erin always had a stack of stuff for her to do to help build the empire that was their brand. However once a year she had a stroke of luck and actually HAD time to sleep in late, in her own bed, and play with her pup and now mother nature was being a real bitch about it. She wistfully watched the snow fall through the large airport windows. Drew McIntyre yawned loudly and stretched his long body two seats down from her, he made the seat look especially small as he splayed his legs in the aisle and let his head loll to the side as he cracked his neck and fingers in unison. They were stranded, exhausted and Heather’s stomach howled like a freight train, if she didn’t get a hot meal, a hot shower and a some sleep soon she was liable to have a meltdown. An airport representative approached them, with bad news. “I am sorry, we simply cannot fly anything out until this storm passes. I can help with booking a room and put you on the emerald list of passengers on the first flights out tomorrow....” “A room would be great right now.” Heather’s voice had more edge than she intended. “Aye, two rooms close by...the airports gotta be full.” Drew piped up. “Yes mam...” Heather’s phone went off, it was Erin. “PLEASE tell me you sacrificed a small child to the weather Gods and now it’ll clear up?” Erin giggled on the other end, “No sorry sister, you are stuck till at least morning but if you can get to the DoubleTree Hotel not far from the airport, I got you a suite reserved and room service on its way.” “OH I love you, amazing wonder woman.” Erin giggled again and Heather could hear Sheamus in the background laughing, “Ok then, BYE.” Heather hit end and slid her phone inside her jeans pocket. The airport rep jumped on her walkie talkie and had a car coming around just for her. “Drew, cmon.” “Are you sure?” The scotsman’s accent thick as he stood up. “You wanna sleep here another night?” Both of them had slept by the gate thinking they would be out by 3am this morning on a second red eye, Sheamus had taken Heather’s seat on the last plane as he was itching to get home to Erin. Her and Drew were the last two superstars stranded that she knew of and it was now 2pm and they both were about to lose their minds. “Naw, I owe you.”  He hurriedly gathered his and her things and the airport rep marched them through the gate back down to baggage check in and out the front entrance of the airport. 

“It’s a good thing I always have a spare change of clothes in my carry on.” Heather mumbled as she sat in the car waiting in the winter wonderland for her. “I am sorry mam for the inconvenience, Southwest is trying to be as accommodating as we can. Mother nature isn’t cooperating.” The southwest representative was apologetic. “No no I know, you guys have really taken care of me and my friend here...I promise I am just tired and hungry.” Drew folded his long legs in the back seat. “As soon as we can get these planes off the ground we will call you.” He waved to the driver and off they went. 

Once in the hotel, Heather was too tired to argue over having two beds. “I am sorry madam, we just don’t have a lot of rooms left.” The desk clerk looked as tired as she did. “Ok thank you again.” Heather grabbed the room keys and headed towards the elevator where Drew was waiting. “OH you go on up I am going to the bar and have a drink. You can shower and all that first.” “OH Madam. Your agent had a burger and beer dinner sent up to your room already, however it will have to be bottled and not tap if that’s ok?” “Sure whatever you have is fine, and make it two so the big man here can eat as well.” “Ah yes madam.” “Wait can you just bring a case of beer? Whatever you have at the bar?” Heather asked the clerk, she knew Drew could throw them back and she wasn’t going to hold back tonight either. “Yes madam, whatever you need.” He actually bowed a little before hurrying back to the kitchen. Drew looked at Heather, “Erin is thorough but I don’t think she realized you were still here with me.” “Aye. It also pays to be a high end suparstar at the hotel too I guess.” Drew smirked as Heather rolled her eyes. 

Heather sat curled up on the loveseat of the suite, munching on a hot burger, wrapped in a white, fluffy robe. She had every intention of waiting for Drew to get out of the shower but her belly growled with a vengeance when the room service came. She wanted to take another shower, it felt so good under the hot water.  She heard the shower shut off, “Hey D ... Food is here.” She shouted. A muffled “Aye” came from behind the bathroom door. He shuffled around maybe another 10-15 minutes before coming out of the bathroom, still glistening with a towel slung low on his hips. Drew sauntered over to her, room service had brought a small cooler full of ice and beer, reaching in and grabbing two long necks he opened one for Heather before sitting down at the table to eat. Heather took her beer as she watched the handsome, dark scotsman sit down and devour his burger. She could feel her body light up. He was hot, no doubt, and they were good friends. His best friend was dating her best friend so in the process, they had become pretty good friends...but tonight he looked downright delicious. What the fuck is wrong with you? Heather tore her eyes from her friend and focused on her food, and then the snow falling outside, and then how great it would feel to sleep, and she tried to focus on anything but Drew McIntyre naked, in his towel, next to her.  It was NOT working. 

One little flip of my wrist and he would be at her mercy, just as she let her mind drift off Drew looked up from his dinner. Heather swallowed hard at the intensity she saw as they made eye contact. Did he swallow as hard as she just did? no. that has to be her imagination.

The truth was, the whole world thought they were home. Drew lived in Orlando and Heather had her own home in Miami....No one had even a the slightest idea they were still stranded in Pennsylvania. D had to be the only man she knew was off limits because they had all agreed they SHOULD be together as a couple but it would be a mistake. Here the duo sat inches from each other, half naked and not flinching. “this is the best burger ive ever eaten and honestly this cold ass beer is amazing...” his voice was low and his eyes never left the window. 

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Sisters Insane

“We don’t take prisoners.” Ruby Riott dropped the microphone on top of a heap of a body. Distortia was laid out in the middle of the ring, seemingly unresponsive. Sarah Logan stood menacingly over the fallen star just cackling from glee while Liv Morgan danced around the ring. A replay of the past few week's events bellowed through the Scottsdale Stadium in Arizona, the Riott squad stood proud and puffed up in the ring. They were uncontested and unmatched in talent and fury as they ran through every opponent and took out most of the contenders backstage, they were on their way to being called one of the most brutal female factions in the wwe in a while. 

Ruby raised the mic to kick off Monday Night Raw in Scottsdale by issuing an open challenge, but she was cut off by Distortia’s music blasting through the arena. The three women stood ready, watching, Distortia was carted out by EMTs two weeks ago and no one had heard a single peep from her since. The music blared unanswered and Ruby went from fight ready to laughing loudly in the ring, clearly a mind game. As Weatherman by Dead Sara waned and finally cut off, Ruby says “AW IS there NO ONE left to challenge us?” Distortia’s music hits once again and this time the brunette beauty walks through the gorilla position and busts onto the stage, “LADIES LADIES, listen...y'all are so cute jumping me from behind a few weeks ago and I have to admit, BRAVO you got the best of me... (( kylie takes a deep breathe )) ....I mean IT TOOK 3 of you bitches to take me out but MINOR details.” Sarah and Liv actually high fived at the remark. “SO what Distortia, Ruby turns her nose up at Kylie’s name, you’re here for revenge? Well Come ON DOWN...” “Well you ARE planning to issue an open challenge right?” Ruby looks around at the wwe universe, “Yes I am.” Kylie cuts her short “THE WHOLE RIOTT SQUAD INCLUDED RIGHT?” Ruby turns to Liv and Logan, “Yeah. I guess you just have a deathwish then....” laughter breaks out in the ring. “Nah, but I am hoping you will come to TLC for a proper Riot lesson...I mean I have been known to cause some trouble around here.” “YOU WANT US in a TLC match in two weeks?” Kylie pauses a minute and looks around at the arena, everyone is cheering YES!YES!YES! and on their feet. “I want all of you, in a NO DQ match IN BOSTON in two weeks.” Ruby licks her lips viciously as she says, “You want it, YOU got us.” As Ruby’s music hits the speakers, Distortia begins the march to the ring. Ruby and Logan and Morgan are laughing hysterically now as Kylie stalks to the ring, unaware that the crowd around them losing their minds is NOT because a main event match has been made for the PPV, or because Distortia is about to have her butt handed to her again....but the wwe universe is losing its mind because two familiar figures have joined the riott squad in the ring behind them. Bailey and Dyna slide onto the ring apron in sync, stalking the still oblivious members of the Riott Squad and they haven’t come alone. “You see girls, no one makes me bleed without paying the price and I have taken a lot of shots to the head but I am far from stupid, and you can bet good money I am not coming alone.” As Liv turns in the ring, Dyna slams her with a kick to the face knocking her out cold. Sarah Logan lunges for Dyna when Bailey kicks out her knee from behind and locks her up into arm bar turn before wrapping her leg around Logan’s neck and squeezing. Distortia slinks into the ring and nails Ruby in the gut, and climbs on her back to swing through her legs slamming her into the mat with the Last Call. 

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edit to RIDE ALONG 1.

Apparently I started this fanfic on my laptop and didnt realize it ...posted the fullstory later at work or something. ANYWAYS I thought it was cute. 

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“HEY HEY exit there, we have to exit here for coffee.” Sami almost smacked Heather across the face as he pointed across the vehicle, and the road to the coffee shop sign. “Oh sure, when you need a coffee fix you din’t miss the damn exit.” Neville muttered from the back seat. “ONE TIME, I miss ONE exit and everyone’s always on my back about it.” Sami threw up his hands dramatically before settling back into his seat as Heather  drove right by the exit. He was a little more keyed up then usual, but it had been awhile since they left the arena and even though they all had coffee as they left, those cups were dry now.  No one came between Sami and his coffee, except maybe when Heather was driving, and thank God Heather was driving Kylie thought to herself. Sami drove like an old lady, and he always wanted to stop. Souvenirs, cute coffee shop, bookstores, and of course pizza places all had this big beacon that would make Sami pull over, every damn time. “We can’t stop right now Sami, we need to get to Toronto before the rain and sleet start.” Heather’s thick country accent was a stark difference from Neville’s thick English one and Sami sighed so heavy Kylie honestly thought her words hurt him. “BUT you know how I love Tim Horton’s and I would have just run in really quick.” Sami pressed on. “No.” Heather shut him down with a side glance and focused back on the road as he crossed his arms in a huff.  Pouty Sami was still going to try though, kylie counted to 3 on her fingers and pointed to the front seat to draw Neville’s attention back to the them.  This ride along episode was going to be great because of those two alone, then you added their best friends in the back and it was sure to be a riot. Kylie didn’t have to see Heather’s face to know she was probably grinning stupidly as she watched sami act like a jerky teen, and try to ignore her. Heather had a soft spot for that red headed Canadian and  who could blame her? He was adorable, even when he was getting us lost on the road and whining for us to stop. He was a total nerd, not at all as cool as his in ring persona but he was a total sweet heart and it was crystal clear he had a soft spot for the blonde southern babe as she started poking him in the side from the driver seat. Sami held his breathe and tried not to focus on her but he was incredibly ticklish and soon the two them were jabbing at each other laughing.

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It’s a woman’s world.

You could hear Roman shouting in the back of your mind. Everything in your head had stopped for a full minute, and you were watching everything from above almost. The screaming fans, the commentators were even losing their minds as you stood in the ring coiled and ready to strike across from three very unlikely opponents. Seth grabbing your arm and turning you to face him brought you back to reality. “WHAT THE FUCK IS HE THINKING?” the question was rhetorical, and the crazy look on your face wasn’t entirely put on. Dean sneered over his shoulder at their next victims. Distortia and Bailey were helping Dyna out of the corner, they were all dressed in complete black outfits similar to the Shield’s except for the masks. From the outside, no one had any idea they were women, much less that the One guy attacking Punk was actually three. For the last few weeks every time the Shield came to exact justice these mystery opponents would appear and wreck their plans. A lone man dressed all in black, would attack punk and as the shield gave chase would get away or turn on them too. Last week as the Shield chased the masked man backstage Dean and Seth were attacked from behind by two other bandits. The WWE universe was on fire to find out who it was, and most of all Why?

Distortia and Dyna were holding their ribs as Roman had speared them already, while Bailey was shaking the fog in her head from Seth’s big knee to the head. None of the women looked scared, none of them turned to retreat. All three women regrouped and stood tall, defiant even. Punk came forward dragging his jaw on the ring apron, he stood with the Shield as his heels. The fans were screaming at the top of their lungs as they stood in the ring, in shock of what to do next. The WWE had a strict no contact rule, men and women were to not put their hands on one another in the ring. Intergender matches, and alliances as far as in ring competition went were out of the question. Should a woman ever intervene, it was in a small role. However that was the only loophole to the rule, men were to not put their hands on the divas or pay a fine, and perhaps be suspended. Yet here stood three women who clearly had defied the odds, worked several angles and managed to outsmart the Shield, and CM Punk. Triple H stalked to the ring, red faced and clearly pissed off. “WHAT IN THE ACTUAL HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?” he didn’t need a microphone. Distortia grabbed a mic and spoke first. “SURRRRR PRISEEEEEEE.” She let out in a sing song voice. She cackled to the wwe universe, “We have HAD enough of your bullshit AND we are tired of being IGNORED.” Bailey motioned for her own mic, then calmly turned to Triple H as he entered the ring. “I tried to warn you several times, I did not want it to come this. YOU REFUSED TO TAKE US SERIOUSLY SO WE  HAVE TAKEN MATTERS INTO OUR OWN HANDS.” “YOUR OWN HANDS?” Triple H only got one sentence in before Dyna stepped forward and backhanded him, never speaking as she stepped back, “YOU DON’T GET TO TALK PAUL. YOU ARE DONE TALKING.” Distortia stood over him singing. Bailey handed a mic to Dyna, never taking her eyes off punk she was surprisingly calm. “Do we have your attention now? THE SHIELD talks about justice…ITS BULLSHIT. They mean justice that serves them, the MEN in the business. BUT NO ONE THINKS ABOUT THE WOMEN.” Distortia pipes up, “Does anyone realize the average Diva match for the last year has been 2.45 minutes? THAT’S IT.” “Hell Orton takes longer then that to Oil up in the back…” Bailey smirks. “Raw moving to 3 hours means more time, FOR MEN MATCHES, while the women bust their asses for some bullshit match that no one even cares about.” Dyna’s voice stirs the fans. “Where was the Justice for us boys?” Distortia giggles almost child like. The promo by the three women almost rhymes, they are in sync and on the same page. The entire Diva roster fills the ringside up as they jeer and applaud, the statement is clear. “You call yourself the BEST IN THE WORLD, but you have only competed against the MEN, there is an entire roster of women willing, hungry to get in this ring and be taken seriously. How can you call yourself the best when you haven’t even stepped in the ring with everyone in contendership.” Bailey had a long finger extended towards punk. Her brown curly hair was a mess around her face, her large brown eyes were glowing with pride. “Women are good enough for you to BED, TO USE, TO MANIPULATE but NOT good enough to COMPETE AGAINST?” she practically spit her words at him. “I am good enough for you train with, learn from but not worthy of this title.” Dyna finished. Her green eyes glowed like emeralds as she stood her ground under Punk’s glare. Distortia was giggling maniacally behind her. They each had their own reasons, they each brought their own gifts to the ring.

At a closer look, they really were from a different era. Bailey was the brains, smart and mouthy she could work the plans, talk her way out of any deal and fight in the ring. Distortia was the off factor, creepy but a powerhouse with the technical ability of a decade old veteran. Dyna was the flyer, trained by a dying luchador breed and fast she took to the air to defend their position. All three women were armed with old and new school knowledge, power and speed on their side. Dangerous and smart, then you add their gorgeous looks and a huge dose of tough guts and you had a lethal combination. Not only did they grow up on the Attitude Era but they longed to prove they could live it. For the last three weeks these women had tangled with the best in the ring, taking on the Shield, Punk and half the Male Roster as a bounty was put on their heads by Triple H. For a month they terrorized the WWE, management and the roster incognito. As Dean looked around the ring it took all he had not to laugh out loud. These women really were crazy, and he was loving every minute of it. Distortia was owning her creeper gimmick, the sing songy voice that ended with a screetch, the twirling and randomly pulling her hair. Bailey was smirking at everyone, enjoying the chaos and looking so boastful even he wanted to punch her in the jaw. Dyna was supremely calm, the kind of stillness that makes people nervous. He watched them in awe, this was going to shake things up and he was just thankful he was going to get a front row seat. 

“Welcome to the revolution boys, the WOMENS revolution.” Dyna’s voice echoed through the arena. “We are the commanding sisters of this war and we will not surrender.” Bailey finished very matter of factly. “ARE YOU INSANE?” Triple H’s face was beet red. “WHY YES PAUL, we are….in fact….INSANE. SISTERS INSANE.” Kylie cackled loudly. 

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revist Sisters Insane birthing HERE

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Sisters Insane 1.0

“Ruby Riott and her two goons attacked me last week, BRAVO ladies, it took all 3 of you cheap bitches to take me out but nonetheless. Payback’s coming.” 

Kylie stood in the ring waiting for her match to start. Her promo was referencing her attack last week and now she was to go one on one with Ruby Riott herself.

The Riott Squad stood on the stage puffed up and very proud of their actions. “AND TONIGHT THOSE TWO CLOWNS tried to ONE UP ME AGAIN.” Distortia was so angry there was no trademark screeching in her voice, just gravel and fire.  “I am going to have to remind the wwe universe just who the resident troublemakers are.” As Kylie tossed the mic and stood ready, Sarah Logan, Liv Morgan and Ruby Riott stalked down the ramp to the ring. 

Corey Graves’ voice rang out over commentary “This was bad idea Cole. Distortia should be smarter than this. The riott squad is about to take her out!” “I don’t know what she was thinking calling them all out like this.” Michael Cole’s voice is full of worry. 

Just as the three women reach the ring apron, two figures sprint from backstage slamming themselves into Morgan and Logan from behind knocking the two women to the ground viciously. Ruby whirls around and Dyna slams a fist into her stomach, grabs a handful of the Riott leader’s hair and rolls her into the ring to a waiting Distortia. Bailey stands up Liv Morgan, turns her around and pushes her towards Dyna as she connects with a super kick to the New Jersey native’s jaw as Logan slams her fists into Bailey’s kidneys from behind, Dyna superkicks her face off as well. 

Ruby crawls to her knees horrified as her squad is taken out in a whirl of chaos. Dyna and Bailey aren’t satisfied with a simple attack, the two best friends stomp out the other two women, slamming their bodies into the ring steps and guard wall around the ring. Bailey pulls a kendo stick from under the ring and proceeds to test its strength out on Sarah Logan’s back while Dyna wraps her arm around Liv’s neck, pointing to Ruby and laughing as pulls Liv into a standing vertical suplex and slams the petite superstar on the hard ground outside the ring. “YOU SEE RUBY, this whole trio of madness yall think so SO cute, HAS BEEN DONE BEFORE.” Distortia is screeching again, pleased with herself and her best friends. “We were INSANE before you were even OLD enough to RIOTT.” Kylie’s voice cracked on the word Insane. It had been nearly 4 years since the best friends had teamed up in the ring together, all 3 back together.

Sisters Insane was groundbreaking for women’s wrestling. The introduction of The Shield a few months prior had already rocked the WWE, they wanted their faction to be even bolder, so they did what any other superstars trying to make a name for themselves would do....they attacked the champ. They attacked the Hounds of Justice and eventually they attacked the COO. The culmination of Stephanie McMahon siding with SI and not allowing them to be fined or suspended for all their chaos cemented their status as a legit faction and spiraled the ability of women to be held on the same level as the men of the business. They ran over anyone and everyone in their path for nearly 2 years before injuries and one unexpected pregnancy forced the women to quietly secede. They never broke up, but singles action was more lucrative for Dyna and Distortia. 

Now with madness surrounding the ring once more, the three beauties were back to do more damage it seemed. Dyna and Bailey slink around the ring smirking. Distortia stands over Ruby Riott screaming into her face, “You have NO idea what you have done little girl. You and your little pathetic cheerleaders have NOTHING on me and my sisters. We are soulmates, and no one gets away with attacking one of us.” Throwing the mic as she slams her boot into her stomach before Dyna and Bailey and her all lunge on Ruby like a pack of lionesses to the slaughter. Ruby tries to fight off the other women, but the numbers game that she so often counted on in prior weeks is now what’s putting her down. Distortia climbs on Ruby’s back, she screams out “WE TAKE NO PRISONERS.” mocking Ruby’s promo from the week before on her spins through her legs and slams the Riott leader’s face into the mat from a sunset flip, her signature move called the Screaming Guillotine. The WWE universe is on their feet and screaming at the top of their lungs. 

With the Riott Squad’s bodies stacked up in a pile, Sisters Insane stand with their heads and hands held high putting the wwe on notice. 

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conflict of interest

He held his breath as he caught sight of her backstage. Dyna was stretching and getting ready for her match. Her gear wasn’t as flashy as the other female superstars on the roster but it suited her as well. A crop top with black tights that had faded rips all along the thighs to her boots and brightly graffiti’s kickpads. Almost a decade veteran of the professional wrestling world and and long list of accolades, her reputation spoke for itself. She stood up and they made eye contact across a full room of equipment and tables and people in the business and in a second Sami knew he had his answer. A familiar longing settled at the bottom of his gut, and it took all his self restraint not to give into it. He was fighting a losing war. She was technically his boss. Her “desk job” was pivotal in him even getting in the door at the wwe. She was in movies, and magazines and she had so many more appealing options then him. His attraction to her was understandable, her attraction to him confused his thoughts and made his head hurt. Jealousy was a foreign emotion for him; Sami was always laid back, easy come easy go type of man but he felt very territorial over her. The idea of her with anyone else made him want to punch the next person he saw. Her spotlight was so wide and bright, he was so private and between the wwe universe and hollywood, it would never work. His lungs were burning through his chest as she broke eye contact and turned on her heel quickly to walk away. To get away. From him. From the feelings. Sami drew in a deep ragged breath as he stood in a room full of people, all alone. It was all over her face when she saw him, he had hurt her. His imaginary girlfriend from back home story had worked, maybe a little too well. 

Yeah, he dumped you remember? He doesn’t want you, that was fun to hear. He loves her. Heather stood in the stage wing waiting for her cue, well he didn’t DUMP you, he just turned you down for the 100th time. He must really think you are pathetic. Heather focused on the show, in ring return from injury on NXT for the first time ever and she was super pumped about this. Wrestling was always her distraction. She threw herself into Natalya’s promo, Nattie and Charlotte for the women’s title was set for take over and tonight was a tag match to set the feud. Halestorm blasted through the speakers and Dyna stepped away from Heather for a second. A much needed break from reality for the 7 time women’s champion and the grueling match that took place that night tested her body and her will to succeed. Dyna and Charlotte versus Nattie and Distortia gave the entire audience exactly what it wanted. Suspense, high flying, athleticism at a peak and of course heartache. In a tale as old as time, Dyna would turn on her protege Charlotte and the 3 veterans of the business would turn her inside out for Natalya’s big match at Takeover in a few weeks. Experience vs. Youth was always a big seller, Heather always preferred Dyna as a villain, being the bad girl was fun. 

Passing through gorilla position Heather ran over Corey Graves. “Damn woman, great job tonight. You tore the house down with your return.” He wrapped his long arms around her in a hug. “Aw thanks Corey, I was nervous until the music hit.” She caught a glimpse of Sami behind him; his head was down as he leaned against the guard rail and he stayed quiet. They’re big feud was just breaking ground in NXT. He isn’t waiting for you, he is supposed to go on next Heather reminded herself. “Well maybe later we can celebrate your big return with a dinner and drinks?” Corey was genuine in his offer for friendship, he was a flirt for sure but he was harmless. Heather knew it bugged Sami though. “Ah yeah Ill have to get back to you on that, I have a few things to take care of with Erin and then I was supposed to have dinner with Hunter and Stephanie in celebration.” “Ah ok well we will be at Tony’s steakhouse on the southside of Orlando.” Graves winked at her as she pushed passed him, his music blared through the arena as he sauntered through the curtain.  OK Heather just walk past, don’t look, don’t speak, just move. “Wait.” Crap. Sami stood but keep his eyes on the floor “Congrats tonight, you are amazing. As usual.” Heather stood for a second, holding her breath, holding herself, waiting for even the slightest sign of remorse from him. 30 seconds past before his eyes finally met hers.  Heather exhaled slowly, as her world stopped.  “Thank you Mr. Zayn.” her voice was low. Another silent 30 seconds past, Corey was in the ring jabbering, pressing the crowd getting the atmosphere riled up, Sami was out of time. Heather turned on her heel to walk away and a hand grabbed hers and he blurted out, “Please don’t have dinner with Graves.” “What?” Heather just looked at him a little shocked, “Uh that’s none of your business...” “I lied.” “What?”  Sami’s music hit and he hit the stage stairs two at a time, disappearing behind the curtain before he could explain anything else. 

What in the hell did that mean? He lied? Heather stood frozen sifting through the thoughts in her head. “Hello Earth to Heather? Ready?” Erin’s voice brought her back to reality, “OH shit yeah, hang on.” She hurried out of the bathroom stall and washed her hands. All through the dinner she was distracted 

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That first taste

“Just turn around...I really don’t mind.” His heart was hammering in chest as he watched her slowly turn and expose the back of her dress to him. It had been nearly 2 hours since their E! news media dinner ended and when he went up to her room to grab his wallet and phone charger, she was still in the fancy dress, looking extremely frustrated. In fact she still had on a face full of makeup and her pretty up do was half down but she still looked breathtaking. “It won’t COME OFF.” She huffed at him. “I can’t reach the zipper and I don’t want to rip it because it's on loan.” He had to laugh a little, she looked just like a little kid throwing a tantrum. “Just turn around, I will unzip you.” Now her eyes went wide, “Uh are you sure? Erin won't be back until tomorrow and I really don’t want to sleep in this.” “Just turn around...I really don’t mind.” His heart hammered faster as she slowly turned around. The zipper was a little jammed at the top, the track had a small kink but seth got it cleared and from top to bottom the zipper slid smoothly. His finger trailed slowly down the middle of her back leaving a trail of fire down her spine as he worked on the zipper of the designer gown. He could see the goosebumps pop out all over shoulders and neck as his skin made contact with hers. Heather gathered her boobs as they spilled out, these designer gowns didn’t leave much room for bras so she swept her hair across her shoulders and tried to cover herself up some. “Shit sorry, I am so taped up sometimes I totally forgot I wasn’t wearing a bra.” Before Seth could stop himself he leaned forward and kissed the base of her exposed neck right where it meets the shoulder. Her skin smelled clean and fresh with a hint of sugar and was super soft. Heather threw her head back inhaling sharply as he ran his tongue up the side of her neck, he reached around her waist and gently peeled the dress off her hips and let it hit the floor. She broke contact with him when she stepped forward and out of the dress, turning to him, still holding her boobs. “You had room for underwear though...” Seth looked her up and down, she was wearing tan, silky high cut bikini underwear and that was it. The color popped against her tan making her look even darker then he realized.“Well I didn’t want the world to see everything, you could see through the crotch area in the dress if the sun hit it right so ...” Heather just stood there, blushing but not hiding from his wandering eyes. 

 “I want to see everything.” Seth scooped up the expensive dress and draped it on the back of a chair, he stood there with his hands on his hips and looked over heather again, and then the room. He was exactly 2 steps from her and one little slither of fabric from being inside of her and he felt like he might lose his mind if she shot him down. She didn’t date wrestlers, and up until this moment their relationship was friends but definitely no benefits. Heather didn’t move though, she stood there just breathing hard, holding her boobs from his view in her underwear. Seth took a step towards her and still she stood intensely silent. He reached up and grabbed her hands from her chest, watching her boobs spill out from her grasp and hair he kissed the tips of her fingers softly before pulling them around his head and embracing her body and catching her mouth with his. To his surprise, She kissed him back deeply. Her skin was on fire and her hands were very shaky as she undid the buttons on the shirt. 

 “Wait let me look at you...” Rollins looked her over from head to toe, Heather perched on the end of the bed and laid back, spreading her legs as she did. The soft silk of her panties reminding him only a sliver of fabric kept him from where he wanted to be the most right now. His erection pulsed through his pants. He went to work on his belt and pants, the MINUTE they were on the floor he settled his body between her legs. Heather was lost in a tornado of feelings, his soft lips on her neck, the wet tongue in her mouth, his hot breath on her skin, his rough hands on her boobs, his hard erection pushing against her pelvis, fantasies she had been dreaming for awhile now, all unfolding before her eyes. Running his lips down her neck and collarbone, sucking and playing with her soft boobs, licking with his tongue down her stomach until he came to the hem of her panties. Seth slid the soft silk to one side and gently sliding two fingers inside her waiting body, he watched her squirm a little at the invasion. She was slick and hot already, he ran his tongue over the top of her clit softly at first, running small circles as he slid his fingers in and out of her body. 

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Let's give Elias some love. How about super fluffy. Reader is a makeup artist and Elias keeps flirting with her.

“Are you sure?”

Elias looked up at me, running a hand through his hair before he twisted it up into a bun.

“Your eyebrows have to be dark,” I smirked, forcing his head back and propping my hand on his brow bone.

I started filling them in with eyebrow pencil and he groaned.

“You shouldn’t complain,” I giggled “Musicians wear makeup all the time.”

“Yeah? Do they all have pretty little things like you coloring their eyebrows with eyeliner?” he shifted, a smirk finally coming onto his own face.

“Eyebrow pencil…And no, you’re lucky.”

He laughed and turned his head so I could work on the other one.

“I got the t-shirt you left for me,” I answered nonchalant, pressing down on his cheek to get better control of the pencil.

“You gonna wear it?”

I pulled away long enough to move my blazer back to reveal my very own Elias shirt underneath. I had cut it up to make it look cute and edgier but it was the one he had left in the dressing room for me to “find” two nights ago.

“Looks almost as good on you as it does me,” he winked.

“Maybe,” I laughed, finishing the last of the fill in “But my brows are better.”

I put the pencil away and felt his hand grab my wrist lightly as I turned away from him.

“Elias,” I laughed, turning back “Your brows are good…”

He was staring at me and I felt my breath catch a little. I was expecting him to be fishing for another compliment.

“Your eyes,” he let go of my hand and brushed my face with his strong fingers.

“Yeah?” I whispered, staring back into his.

“They don’t need all of that makeup you have on them,” he shook his head, his thumb running along the eyeliner on my lower lid.

“I’ll, I’ll remember that,” I felt my body start to shake.

“Good,” he stood up, his lips finding their way to my forehead.

I stood there breathless as he started to walk away.

“Oh,” he turned.

“Yeah?” I spun around, still feeling like I might faint from his touch.

“My shirt does look better on you…I bet all of mine will.”

I felt my face flush, as he winked and left me alone with my racing mind.

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Bumping for those who missed it. First thing written in like 6 months. It’s a start. lol

[thebitchmint]

second sight

 “OH wow SAMI ZAYN our newest acquisition from the Hart Legacy promotion. I am sorry, terrible manners.” Heather was still holding his hand as they both stood up. Sami had a bemused look but he didn’t pull away. “It was a nasty spill, are sure you ok?” As his brown eyes looked her over, Heather actually felt a blush grow in her cheeks. He was taller then she thought, but absolutely the most handsome thing she had laid eyes in awhile. His eyes were a deep chocolate brown but bright and crinkled a little when he smiled. Slivers of his red hair peeked out from under his flat cap, she could tell it was curly. “Ah yes, thank you. I think you broke my landing anyways, are YOU ok?” He chuckled. “Well running into one of my biggest wrestling crushes is actually a highlight of my day, but I didn’t think I would literally run INTO you.” Heather felt Sami’s laugh vibrate through her, it was like the whole world was in slow motion when she realized she was still holding his hand. “OH aww that means a lot, truly. Here is your hand back haha.” God she felt so stupid. Her laugh was more so nervous then amused but Sami offered his arm anyways, “I'll walk you in, make sure you don’t take another unscheduled flight.” “Oh man what a first impression, haha running you over before you even really get started. I promise I am actually more fun to work with then this.” Heather took Sami’s arm and walked cautiously across the icy sidewalk and into wwe headquarters. “Oh I can’t wait to tell everyone I know about how I swept you right off your feet...well technically.” He actually winked at her as he held open the door for her. Heather could only shake her head and laugh, because he had no idea.  

[thebitchmint]

Little Adventures

Deciding to stay in the latest tour stop, meant they would have a few days in the city by themselves. The air was so crisp and just cold enough Kylie could see her breathe. “I mean it's New York, let’s just walk.” Wade smiled at her suggestion. They filled their bellies in Little Italy and had dinner with some very rambunctious Italians. Barrett had the whole restaurant in laughing stitches at his impersonation of an Italian accent. He was charmed the pants off all the women too, tall dark and handsome was always a winner. Surprisingly though, they didn’t have to talk while they wandered the city window shopping. His giant hand swallowed hers and was warm despite the chill in the air. Things were always easy with him. 

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Hotel Rooms

The room was quiet except for a soft familiar ticking of a watch, his favorite watch that he got in Montreal the last time he was home. Sami opened his eyes but didn’t move, taking in the room around him. It was dark except for a sliver of sun spilling through a crack in the curtains, a bare, whitewashed square of a room that had held many guests before him and would hold many after his departure. He had been in probably tens of thousands of rooms in his short life span on the road. This morning was different for him though. He could feel her warmth behind him, her hushed breathing stayed steady as she slept soundly in the same bed, under the same covers he was under. Sami turned slowly and watched as her shoulders rose and fell softly with her breathing. Skin so tan and smooth, he could remember her warmth. Her hair was blonde and wildly splattered against her pillow, he could almost smell her shampoo. Her back was to him, but his eyes could see the curve of her hips and legs under the white sheet. Sliding slowly to her, Sami hugged her body with his and buried his face in her hair. He wrapped his arm around her waist and closed his eyes trying to go back to sleep. He really didn’t want to wake up just yet, waking up meant chaos. Waking up meant travel deadlines, flights to catch and people to fight around till they reached their next destination. It meant he would have to share her attention, it meant he would have to share her with the world and he just wasn’t quite ready for that. 

[thebitchmint]

first sight.

Adrenaline saturated Heather’s body as she grasped at anything to catch herself. Her life was spinning as it does when you are a wwe superstar and she knew she was overwhelmed and exhausted, but now she was physically falling.  Unfortunately all she could reach was air, she tried to twist to land on her ass instead of her back but it was too late, she was about to fall hard on the icy sidewalk outside of the hotel. Two large hands reached under her left arm and right shoulder as someone coming up from behind her tried to save her, however it was too little too late. The ground was super slick and iced over from the storm that rolled through earlier that day and both bodies went crashing to the ground in a heap. Heather landed in a puddle of icy water, dropping all her bags and sent her purse flying a few feet away spilling all of its contents. “Aw FUCK.” She muttered. “I am so sorry.” She was super embarrassed as she stood up and checked herself out. “I am just such a Klutz jesus.” “Oh it's alright, are you ok?” Her attempted savior was a very concerned man with a flat cap on, which was practically fallen over his face in the fall.  “Yes yes yes thank you. I am so sorry I dragged you down with me haha” Heather laughed lightly and began to gather her things up again. He squatted down, pushing back his cap to help her, “here let me help you.” “Oh thank you, really I am ok...I actually do this...”  There was something in the deep brown pools of his eyes that made her stop. In fact everything stopped. For the first time, in she didn’t know how long, she felt like she could actually breath again as he went back to gathering up her scattered stuff. “Oh uh I am Heather.” she threw out her hand to shake which he grasped firmly. His hand was cold from picking her stuff out of the water but it sent fire up her arm “Yes I know, I’m Sami.” and then he smiled a little crooked smile that would send her world back into a tailspin. 

[thebitchmint]

Chemistry.

"Don’t tell me you are actually nervous?” a deeply familiar accent from behind sent chills down her spine.  Kylie wheeled around on her heels and her heart hit the bottom of her stomach as she watched Wade saunter towards her. He was dressed in one of his fine suits, hair coiffed and shiny. He was still severely handsome and she hated him for it. “Uh yeah you would think after all these years my butterflies would settle down but that silence before the music hits is always the most agonizing.” Kylie cleared her throat and ran her hands down her gear one last time as to prepare herself. She couldn’t believe he was here. Wade stood in front of her, a behemoth of a man. “You’ll kill it as usual. No one does this better then you minx.” his deep voice cracked a little on the nickname he had given her years ago. His blue eyes softened a little as he dragged his gaze over every inch of her body as if reacquainting himself. Kylie held herself, she was not going to do this to herself again. Her nostrils filled with a light scent of his cologne and suddenly her body roared to life with desire against her own pleading. “Hello Wade.” Kylie whispered. “You look amazing.” He whispered back. The entire world stopped as they stared at each other with hungry eyes. There would never be another connection in all her life that felt like this. She just knew he would always have a piece of her and she could see from the look on his face that he felt the exact same way. Years later, countless connections from friends, to first and second dates and everything in between and none of it matter when he walked into the room. 

[magnolia-among-the-stars]

Sami Zayn | Should’ve Said |

Smut or Fluff

Warnings: 18+ Smut! Exhibitionism, Rough!Sami, Banging Against Something

Requested: yes by anon | Prompts: “I could just pull your bottoms to the side, no one would notice” with Sami Zayn, please ☺️☺️

You watched as it was revealed that Sami saved Kev. It was official. He was done not speaking up, ready to voice his opinion. You’d always seen him as a snuggly boy but now, as he stocked toward you after the stunt he pulled? He was a man on a mission.

           The silence backstage was deafening as Kevin was pulled out of harm’s way from Shane as he jumped from the top of the cell onto the announced table below. You saw him, the tufts of curly red hair poked out from the corner of the TV that the match was being shown on. Sami. Becky turned to look at you, eyes wide like it was you out there and not your fluffy best friend. He’d done it, he’d helped Kevin.

           You knew they were changing his storyline. The rants and the meetings about how he was tired of being an underdog, he was tired of being second best had finally paid off and now here he was, dragging Kev onto your boss’s body to get a win. A dirty win. “Did you know?” Becky asked as you shook your head in disbelief, still in your gear from your match. You felt exposed, on display as Becky pulled you away from the rest of the wrestlers watching. “He didn’t tell you?”

           “I didn’t even know he was here tonight,” you choked out in disbelief. “Last time I saw him, we were fighting about how he wasn’t going to be here for my title match. I sent him a text today to tell him how disappointed I was,” you mumbled as you sat up on an equipment box.

           “Guess he’s not your fluffy best friend anymore,” Becky stared past you as the two men came through the gorilla, Sami’s eyes searching the crowd. “We might want to move if you don’t want to see him, he’s coming this way.” You didn’t know if you wanted to see him. A whole new thought process was seeping through your mind, making it hard to think. You’d never seen Sami as more than a friend with a boyish charm and an annoyingly optimistic persona. This dark horizon ahead, did not seem to be anything good. But why did you feel so turned on? You thought as Becky snapped her fingers in front of your face. But before words could escape her, he spoke.

           “Becky, I need to talk to Y/N,” he demanded and cleared his throat. Becky stood tall, ready to square up against him, but you grasped her shoulder and gave her a knowing look. Her shoulders relaxed slightly.

           “You sure?” she repeated, and you gave her a firm nod.

           “I’ll call you, promise,” she nodded and glared at Sami threateningly before she took off down the hallway, leaving you alone with the man in black.

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[ohnojustimagine]

No Substitute

Cesaro/Reader Smut/Fluff; 710 words

Surely someone has already written something like this, about Cesaro’s mouth? I’m sure they must have, but I couldn’t find anything, so.

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Injuries and the surgeries that often accompany them are all part of a wrestler’s life, yet this one seems to have affected Cesaro more than usual, and you’re not sure why. But it’s getting to the point where you’re starting to become concerned, because it’s not like him, the way he’s moping around the house, sad and aimless.

It’s late one afternoon and you’re in the kitchen when he wanders in, having just taken a nap. “You all right?” you ask.“You want some pain pills or something?”

He shakes his head.

“Come on,” you say. “What’s wrong?”

He doesn’t speak for a minute, and you wait, silent, until he finally says, “I can’t kiss you.”

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[thebitchmint]

Backstage Prepping

Dyna and Distortia signed autographs and smiled for snowy pictures with fans lined up outside before smackdown. The duo had snagged a taxi out front of the hotel, both women liked to gear up early and they strolled inside the stadium after a frozen 15 minutes. Kylie stopped when she heard a familiar deep laugh from down the hallway where the men’s locker room was, turning to Heather only to find out she had lost her. Retracing her steps back through the backstage area, Kylie found her friend at the catering table. Kylie laughed out loud as she  watched her drop all of her bags, pulled off her beanie and gloves and scarf and was picking over fruit and vegetables, she popped two celery sticks into mouth and lined her plate with more. Nothing came between these girls and their food, well except maybe one thing… 

“Ladies, you need to get to makeup, Neville and Distortia will open smackdown with an attack on Daivari and Kendrick. Kyle the stage manager and his headset that never stopped buzzing was finishing up his own plate. “OH snap!” both women grabbed up their stuff and hurried to the locker room. Distortia sat in the wwe makeup chair and waited, her full leather bodysuit wasn’t as full coverage as it used to be. A plunging neckline, mesh cutouts on her hips and thighs made the pants look more like tasteful ragged worn tights. Her boots were the only color, deep purple and they came up almost mid thigh. It was edgy, Kylie always felt like Distortia was a sexy, acrobat of some sort in her new leotard. She kinda missed her mask though, ever since her debut Distortia had worn a “mankind” lady mask that made her look even more twisted. However earlier this year at Wrestlemania Distortia would again battle one of her biggest foes, Dyna, in a Career vs Mask match. If Distortia won, Dyna was to leave the WWE forever, and if Dyna won then Distortia had to get rid of the mask. Dyna may have won the match with a clean pin but Distortia destroyed her manager Bailey, or Erin, in a rage after she had to remove her mask. It gave Erin time off to have surgery and gave the two real life best friends new avenues to pursue. Dyna would be traded to smackdown in the draft and Distortia would be inconsolable in the loss of her identity, until King Neville recruited her of course. 

Just as she closed her eyes to daydream, her makeup artist Malia from the glam squad popped up out of nowhere and spinned her chair causing Kylie to jump. “OH MAN IM SORRY I THOUGHT YOU HEARD ME COMING UP.” Both girls dropped into a fit of laughter. “OH wow I am sorry, I was daydreaming and completely missed you.” “OH no worries Kyle, what do you want to do tonight? purple or green?” “Hmm surprise me. Just make me look wicked.” Kylie said.  “You got it. So who were you day dreaming about?” Malia was very sweet but a gossip queen, “Oh you know, just my sweet chihuahua fur baby Max at home. I really miss my dog.” “OH haha how sweet.” As Malia went to work, Kylie watched a group from the male roster come around the corner into the foyer area, Neville stepped out from behind Tye Dillinger, the cruiserweights had invaded smackdown as Raw was long enough already. 205 live took place right after smackdown so it made sense. They all had plates of food, and drinks and sat down at one of the tables in the foyer area to eat. Kylie hadn’t been spotted, so she just watched. Watched as neville laughed, and cut up with his friends. Watched as the muscles rippled and wrinkled his shirt, and remember the full weight him on top of her and inside her. She watched his push the tomatoes out of salad, he hates tomatoes  and sour cream. She daydreamed about when he sucked on her lip rings as he was fucking her, she remembered his hands were strong but gentle. When Malia broke through her trance, “Oh I see now, a queen is smitten with her king.” Kylie just giggled at her lame joke. “He is very intense, I don’t know how ya’ll do it sometimes. He seems intense outside the ring too, I mean is he always so brash when he is travelling?” Malia rambled as she blended Kylie’s face. “Uh no actually he is very quiet outside wrestling.” Kylie peeped through one eye at Neville, “He’s funny too, just gotta catch him in a good mood.” Malia laughed, “So what look are you wanting tonight?” “Wicked and dark as usual. Maybe some glitter, and nude lips. I want the focus on my eyes for the promo.” Kylie was giving a pretty cool speech tonight and she wanted to leave an impression.

“Sami, really?” Heather was giggling so hard as she watched him shovel pizza in his mouth. “How about a pizza kiss?” he puckered up at her several time before wiping his mouth. Heather pretended to be grossed out and push him away, she was perched on top of an equipment box with Sami settled between her knees. Dressed in her ring gear and a hoodie, she sat with a makeup less face and as she pulled her hair into a clip something caught Sami’s eye “OH my goodness Heather I left a mark on your neck.” He faked shock and then smiled devilishly. “Yes I know, I saw, I am waiting for Courtney on the glam squad to help me so word doesn’t get out about Heather has a hickey and won’t come clean about who, or how or why.” She rolled her eyes and watched him eat. She went back to telling him a fan story when Nia came out of the locker room causing them to separate. Giving them a quizzical look but not pressing the issue she greeted both and continued on her way. “Nia where you going?” Sami shouted at her, “Makeup homie.” “OH shit not before me your aren’t” Heather sprang off the box and ran down the hall blowing a kiss to sami as she zoomed by, elbow wrestling Nia around the corner and sliding into the makeup chair just as Natalya was getting out. ”DAMN GINA” Courtney the makeup artist looked startled as the tornado of bodies and hair came at her, all the women broke out into laughter. Sami walked over to the table near the makeup foyer, Neville was just finishing up his dinner, “Aye how did your room arrangement work out?” Neville smiled at his friend. “Oh you know,” Sami shrugged and smiled sheepishly. “It worked out, what about you, how’s the suite life?” “Aye.” Neville stood up and stretched. “Well mate, time to get ready to work.” Distortia caught his attention out of the corner of his eye as she hopped up from the makeup chair. Neville stopped; Her bodysuit didn’t show as much skin as the other divas but it left little to the imagination. Neville practically wiped drool from his lips as Kylie bend over the vanity mirror to inspected her eye makeup. She would be wickedly styled and stealing the show as she always did, Neville had to hold himself. He knew Distortia would be giving a long promo tonight and it was already a hassle keeping his composure around her. Sami was watching Heather get primped and styled for Smackdown, her blonde hair was long and soft, she always smelled so good and he couldn’t help but drift back to their shower together. Neville could see the far off look in his friend’s eyes, but nudged him a little when the new day came barrelling around the corner in a ball of chatter and laughter. “Aye, cmon brother, let’s get ready to wrestle.” Neville shot the girls a long stare and then walked back to the locker room.

Kylie watched Courtney start Heather’s makeup, her nerves were starting to build as the time for the show to start dwindled down. “Listen you can’t act like a total diva at the hotel again, it’s so embarrassing. Those people are just doing their jobs to provide for their families and that poor girl looked terrified of you.” Heather looked up at her friend, “Oh yeah I know, I was acting. I tipped her well trust me.” she waved her off. “Acting like a raging brat.I can’t imagine Sami thought that was cute.” Kylie muttered. “Heather sat forward interrupting her makeup. “No Honey I was ACTING as the distraction.” Heather’s voice was low so Malia behind her didn’t even notice, Courtney just ignored the exchange as she usually did. “OoooH ok … I was going to say, I can’t believe you’re pulling some bullshit about having your gear cleaned when you and I had both of ours cleaned in St. Louis anyways.” Kylie giggled, she should have known Heather was up to something. “Wait what for?” Kylie was still lost. “I thought yall needed a room.” “KYLIE I didn’t want to go UP to your room, when I HAD MY OWN ROOM.” Heather watched the truth fill Kylie’s eyes, and both girls busted into laughter again. Courtney pulled back Heather’s hair to finish up and all women saw the mark at the same time. “OH…” Kylie clapped her hand over her mouth but she couldn’t stop the initial carry in her voice. Thankfully Courtney had enough snap to step in close and in front of Nia Jax and Malia’s view of the hickey. “Ohhhhhhhh my God I love my eye makeup Malia thanks.” Kylie tried to save the moment, primped her hair in the mirror and winked at the glam squad. Courtney made quick work of Sami’s signature and finished up Heather’s hair without a second look, Heather loved that about her. “Alright superstars, all done.” “Thank Court, you are the best.” Heather hugged her, one glance in the mirror reminded her that her new ring gear was badass yet comfortable. For years it was skimpy, glittery bright color tops and shorts that were so damn itchy and horrible but not anymore. Dyna had traded her shorts for black matte leather pants, a cropped black or white tank top with crazy texas inspired kick pads on her shins and a long crystal encrusted duster jacket. She felt more like a female undertaker then her normal, country bumpkin self but that’s where they were going with it, Heather flipped her hair one more time as she walked to the locker room, watching her best friend walking in front of her even Heather was feeling pretty emotional. She had the best job in the world, in front of amazing fans, with two of her best friends and now hopefully she had met a man she could share that with. 

The entire arena vibrated with sound and emotion. Distortia stood at the on ramp waiting for the music to hit, feeling the hum of her entire universe as Smackdown Live was about to start. Neville came up and give her a slight squeeze around her waist, Daivari would be back there soon enough as Neville was to attack him. Kylie quickly kissed Neville as her music hit, she waited for her cue and then busted through the black curtain, into a flood of stage lights and smoke as the crowd screams sent vibrations through her body.

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