capturing the heart of the champion. ( sting x reader )
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There was a lot of anticipation and a buzz of excitement for the event. You had only been with WCW for several weeks and when you were one of the few chosen to escort Jesse to the ring, to kick off the event, the excitement became nerves as the clock ticked down until the event kicked off.
"Does my tan look okay?"
"Ooh, we should all do tight curls!"
The chatter between the other three girls chosen faded to the background as you touched up your lipstick. It was your first major event and while wearing a bikini was not how you envisioned it, the girls were friendly.
"Can you check the back of my head?"
You lowered your mirror and capped your lipstick, nodding with a small smile, earning a toothy one in return before she turned around, handing you a can of hairspray. You applied a spritz of hairspray and scrunched the curls, "Looks great."
"Thank you." She turned around and took the can when you held it out. Noticing your nervousness, she said, "Smile, honey, you look fantastic."
Your hand subconsciously reached for the dressing gown, blushing shyly when she winked and headed to her suitcase in the hall. The makeshift dressing room was not ideal but you'd learned to make the most of it while on the road.
Forty minutes later it was time for you to head to the stage and join Jesse who sat on the lawn chair. While one of the girls sat next to his feet, the other two stood at his side, and ran their hands over his arms and legs. You tentatively reached out to massage his shoulders and he tilted his head back, meeting your gaze through his glasses.
"Where have you been all my life?"
You hoped the tan hid your blush well as your lips curved upwards at the giggles of the girls. Tensions could run high during an event like this, but leading up to the pay-per-view you'd grown close to a few of the stars as you all prepared for the event. It was the first of its kind and you hoped tonight would be successful in the eyes of fans.
You were aware of Jim Ross kicking off the event and the camera moving closer towards you all as the crowd cheered.
"The Body down at ringside. He looks like he's in good hands on the beach here in Mobile."
Jesse stood up and the four of you escorted him along the ramp to the ring as the crowd cheered and whistled. Once at the ring Jesse blew kisses and waved goodbye and climbed through the ropes, walking across the ring to climb out again to join Ross at the ringside announcement table.
You felt two arms loop with yours as the four of you made your way back to the beach scene to the hollers from the crowd. While two of the girls went backstage, you remained on the beach, sitting on a lawn chair beside Missy.
Beach Blast was kicked off with Flyin' Brian and Scotty Flamingo, and your earlier reservations and insecurities fell to the way side as the match progressed. There was one upside to the role tonight and that was sitting close to the athletes as they made their way to the ring. When the match began, the lights went off and you joined Missy backstage where you would wait until it was time to return to the beach scene when the match was almost finished and watched the match on the screens.
Missy left briefly to prepare for the bikini contest and you were soon called to join Johnny on the beach after Scotty won the Light Heavyweight Championship.
Your job was simple, stand on the beach as Johnny danced to his music, pose for the crowd as Ross and Jesse commented. Johnny sprayed the crowd who cheered and you bent down to take a microphone that was handed to you. Johnny made his way back up the ramp and you couldn't help but smile at the extravagance that was Johnny B Badd. You handed him the microphone and as he turned to address the cameras and the crowd, you made your way backstage until the end of the contest.
A short while later Johnny handed the show to Tony and Eric. It wasn't unusual for things to be changed on the spot, so when you were approached and instructed to escort athletes to the ring alongside another, you felt your hair, hoping it held its shape and joined Ron Simmons with one of the girls while Missy and Medusa got ready for the bathing suit contest.
You waited until Taylor Made Man was in the ring and once his escort had returned to the beach, Ron's music played and you started heading out. You walked in front of Ron to the ring, putting a heel on the ropes to create a gap and he climbed through to join Taylor in the ring.
You returned to the beach set and headed backstage with Taylor's escort. You both had a short window to find your stuff, check and make any changes to your makeup before returning backstage.
"We could be in the next contest next year if its a success tonight. Did you hear the crowd?"
You had heard the whistles and the calls and knew the bikini's were a hit with the fans. You would've been more thrilled if you weren't freezing.
"I'd buy a fuzzy one. And furry heels."
She laughed as you headed down the corridor to return to the beach scene, to escort Marcus Bagwell and Greg Valentine. From the noise of the crowd the event was a hit with the fans so far and the night was still young.
The pay-per-view was the first of its kind so there were a lot of changes as creatives wanted to see what got the best reaction from the crowd.
"We really need to get a feel of the fans. You mind?"
You weren't at the level to say no, and you knew it would make no difference if you turned the idea down.
"No, that's fine."
While the twenty minute match between Bagwell and Valentine was wrapping up you made your way to the beach and occupied a lawn chair, sorting your hair so it flowed down the back of the chair.
"I could go for some popcorn. And a blanket."
You smiled at your somewhat mentee as she occupied the chair beside you. "Wine or hot chocolate?"
"Ooh, tough call."
You giggled softly.
"We could hide them in a cooler so no one sees it when the lights come on."
Before you could respond the lights above the beach set turned on as the bell rung and the match ended. You took a deep breath as the two stars left the ring and tried not to think about how the ramp appeared to be getting longer.
A smile was on her lips as she asked you, "Are you holding up okay?"
"I'm picturing myself in a snowsuit to trick my body into thinking it's warm."
She laughed, and you sent her a smile. It had been a long night, between getting ready, and preparations and the changes, but you were already starting to feel better.
When Mick's music played for his Cactus Jack persona you rose from your lawn chair and made your way to the ring behind him. He paused on the ramp briefly to pose as he was introduced by Tony.
You walked behind him as he smirked towards the crowd before appearing menacing and made a gap in the ropes with your heel.
"They're energetic tonight." He commented quietly as he passed.
You smiled softly in agreement before heading back to the beach scene. Seconds after you sat down, the music changed and the fans screamed. You had watched tapings of WCW that your brother kept for weeks as you auditioned to become a woman of WCW and knew how popular Sting was with fans and from the posters you'd seen in the crowd, the merch, and the face paintings, the match was highly anticipated.
You looked towards the backdrop as the man himself walked out and since you'd escorted Mick, it was your friend's turn to walk to the ring. She held her hands out, motioning to the current WCW World Heavyweight Champion, and as she headed to the ring he caught her hand. You had no idea what he whispered in her ear, only that his eyes were locked on you over her shoulder and when she turned around she was smirking. She returned to her chair and your eyebrows furrowed, wondering if there had been another change.
"Well, go on." She grinned.
You shrugged it off as you made your way towards the champion who was smiling as he removed his gold jacket as Tony introduced him.
You sucked in a breath when he put his jacket around your shoulders. "You're new, aren't you?" You only managed to nod knowing there were thousands of people and cameras watching your every move.
You felt the weight lift now that you'd been granted some form of shelter, as he offered you his arm and a grin.
Your lips curved upward as you looped your arm with his and escorted him to the ring.
"Will you stay at ringside to watch the match?"
You looked at him in surprise, only the fact you'd walked the ramp many times tonight already preventing you from tripping. "W-What?"
"The match...will you stay at ringside to watch? Don't worry I already cleared it but its your decision. I'd really like it if you would."
You could only follow as he lingered by the steps. You slowly nodded, and his smile brightened. He led you to ringside and took off the WCW World Heavyweight Championship belt as he casually asked for your name. You stammered out a reply as he stepped closer, and you could hear Jesse and Jim Ross commentating, keeping the show going although they were baffled by the turn of events.
"What is he doing with one of my girls?" Jesse feigned outrage well.
"Now, Sting is handing the WCW World Heavyweight Championship belt to Y/N for safe keeping throughout the match."
You held the belt close as if you would smack anyone who dared to steal it, heart hammering as he told you his first name.
"You'll stay here?"
You nodded and he climbed onto the ring, as Mick backed away giving him space to hop over the ropes.
You looked away when Jesse pulled up a chair for you and held his microphone away as he asked, "What was all that about?"
"I have no idea."
He shook his head with a smirk. "I'm heartbroken."
You opened your mouth to respond when the match started. The two grappled and you were stunned to be so close to the action. The two athletes communicated throughout.
"You know I think our champion has his eyes set on my girl, Jim." Jesse said into the microphone.
You looked at him and you could see his smirk threatening to creep up again but for the sake of the show he had to appear irritated.
Your attention was pulled away when Sting and Mick went over the top ropes onto the hard concrete and you couldn't mask your grimace from the sound. Mick went in for a pin as Jesse and Jim continued with their commentary.
Mick climbed onto the apron as Sting got back to his feet and you watched as he turned and Mick flew over his shoulders, grabbing his waist, causing him to tumble onto his back as Mick attempted to pin him for a second time.
"- fixed sunset flip. And he got it! Down on the concrete...and Sting able to kick out." Jim commentated.
You looked towards the beach set which was now dimly lit before looking at the two when the fans shouted and cheered, as Sting smashed Mick's head onto the metal guard rail separating the fans and the athletes.
You were all too aware of the different cameras catching every aspect of the match, from the fight itself, to Jesse and Jim at the announcement table, the fans reactions and you sitting ringside at Sting's request wearing his jacket and holding his title.
You knew your family was watching, as they always did, especially a major event like this, and swallowed thickly.
"Y/N is starting to look mighty worried here at ringside." Jim drew you into their comments on the match.
You felt a blush form on your cheeks and hoped your hair was hiding it. You adjusted the gold jacket around your shoulders when it was slipping off, and held the title belt in a way that kept the front closed. You crossed your legs and ensured they provided just enough eye candy to make it look like you were still doing your job although you weren't sure how you ended up here.
You watched as Mick stumbled down the side of the ring close to where you were sitting and Sting followed, hitting his head on the steel again much to the excited screams of women close by.
Mick stomped on his knee and gained the upper hand, dragging him away before throwing him into the steel fence, hitting his ribs. You heard the clang of metal and bit the inside of your cheek. You knew if your brother was watching he'd be reminding you that it was all part of the match and they knew what they were doing as he always did but it didn't lessen your worry - especially when his jacket was granting you much needed warmth.
Mick ran at Sting and the champion crouched, lifting him over his shoulder and over the railing, into the crowd where he landed on the concrete floor.
Sting hopped over the railing as Mick got to his feet and the security immediately created a barricade between the two stars and the ecstatic fans.
For a brief moment as he grabbed Mick's head and shoved him towards the railing, you saw the champion's grin and felt your lips lift on their own accord at the sight.
Mick turned, lifting his arm but Sting knocked it down, putting him in a headlock. The crowd went wild and Sting suplexed him into the concrete before going for a pin but Mick kicked out.
Sting guided Mick back onto his feet and threw him over the railing. Sting cupped his hand around his mouth, and the crowd cheered when he shouted. You took in the scene for a moment, the thousands of people on their feet, Mick who was on his feet and climbing into the ring and finally Sting who sent you a broad grin when he saw you still at ringside before joining his opponent in the ring.
You had been aware of the gestures in your direction from those in the front row, and the cameramen turning to capture your reactions, but your eyes were following the blond in the pink pants and boots, looking as if he was having the time of his life.
Mick pushed off the ropes, turning to Sting who guided him onto the ropes across from him and when he bounced off, Mick raised his leg and Sting caught his foot. He looked around at the crowd and when he went for a manoeuvrer, Mick clotheslined him, making him hit his back off the mat.
Mick bounced off the mat and drove his head into Sting's shoulder before delivering kick after kick to the champion who slowly got to his feet and used the ropes to stand before Mick grabbed his face, preventing him from moving further. He slammed his head into the turnbuckle before dragging him away and throwing his back against the opposite corner of the ring. Sting bounced off the turnbuckle when Mick launched himself at him and got him on the mat, putting his legs around his waist as he put Sting in a headlock.
Since they were three feet away you could see the blond's face paint was coming off from their match-up and as Mick grabbed his jaw and pulled his head back, he suddenly grinned as he turned on his side, bringing Sting with him. You froze when he shouted at you, "This is your champion?"
Sting's hand reached for the rope and Mick looked at the blond, saying something you couldn't hear as Sting groaned. Mick finally relented when Sting pulled his long hair and shifted into a sitting position, beginning to smack Sting in the face.
You couldn't help but flinch from the sound.
"Y/N is starting to look a little pale here at ringside. She is clutching the WCW World Heavyweight Championship belt that, uh, Sting gave her to hold onto before the match started."
You looked at the belt, realizing Jim was right. You had been holding the belt to your chest tightly, invested in the fight happening in front of your eyes. You knew your brother would tease you relentlessly for it later on the telephone.
You broke out of your thoughts when Sting yelled as Mick kept hitting his face before delivering harsh elbows to Mick's jaw in return, breaking his hold on him. The blond gained the upper hand with every punch until he was on his feet and Mick was on the mat. The crowd went wild with cheers and screams.
Sting spoke to the referee briefly to give Mick time to get to his feet and when he turned, Mick pocked him in the eye, sending him stumbling back into the ropes. Mick jogged backward, bouncing off the ropes before running at Sting, delivering a clothesline that sent them both over the top rope.
You winced when Mick landed on his knee again and Sting landed sprawled on the concrete, narrowly missing his chin bouncing off the floor.
"I'll tell you what, you like seeing wrestling here, and that's what it's called. World Championship Wrestling. But this match is called World Championship Street Fight. And why the champion got himself involved in this is totally beyond me." Jesse commented.
"He is a man that will not walk away from the challenge." Jim added. "And with his own cheerleader here at ringside, he will fight harder than he ever has before."
You looked at the two, eyebrows knitting at the turn in the commentary. You weren't his cheerleader. Being here was a last minute request by Sting, wasn't it? You had seen enough to know when a couple angle was being pushed, and questioned the directions they were being fed through their headphones.
You heard the crowd shouting and turned to see Sting hitting the steel fence and Mick catching up to him. Sting held onto the fence, lifting a heavy boot and knocking Mick back with a kick to the jaw. Mick turned and headed towards him again and Sting kicked his chest. Mick stumbled back and Sting delivered a clothesline that made him hit the concrete.
"Well, he's not thinking of Big Van Vader now. He's thinking of surviving. He's thinking of winning this one. He's thinking about his escort here at ringside." Jim commentated.
You decided to ignore it and focus on the fight. However Mick was a lot closer than you expected and he waved his hands, telling you to move and you fled the chair, keeping the belt close to you and, in turn, the gold jacket around your shoulders.
He picked up the steel chair and your lips parted, realizing what he was going to do. It was a Street Fight, with no disqualifications. It was to be expected, but you couldn't think over the hammering of your heart and the churning in your gut.
Mick flattened the chair and walked to Sting who was on his knees, catching his breath. Mick turned to you with a grin before hitting Sting on the back with the steel chair. The thud was loud and you gasped at the dents appearing in the chair with each strike.
"I can't for the life of me imagine why Sting did this. I mean, the guy has everything. The world title, money, women, anything he could want. And he gets involved in a madman match with the craziest man in wrestling."
Sting rolled onto his back when Mick hit him with the chair and you assessed the blond, seeing how red he was becoming, and the dents in the chair, wondering how badly it hurt and how much he was playing it up for the crowd.
"You!" Mick pointed and your eyebrows rose when he patted the chair and approached you.
You were frozen, wondering what was happening. There had been a switch up in their match and you were finding yourself in the midst of it.
You backed away, vaguely aware of Jim and Jesse continuing commentary with nonchalance. You were being brought into the match for the thrill of the crowd who were screaming and shouting and you had no idea how to proceed.
Mick raised the chair and your eyes widened. "Where's the champion now, huh? Where is he now?"
You weren't really going to be hit with a steel chair, were you? This was so not in the itinerary for tonight, but now it appeared to be.
Mick swung the chair and it hit the ring. You knew then how far the match was going to go. A small comfort but still.
You backed away when Mick chased you and gasped when Sting appeared and speared Mick to the ground. You looked at the chair and decided if this was the match management wanted, you would follow through.
You grabbed the chair and the crowd roared. Mick got to his feet before Sting and you raised an eyebrow when he began to encourage you to hit him. Taunting almost.
Unbeknownst to you, it was all planned by Sting and Mick beforehand.
You heard the crowd cheering and Mick's grin as he leaned over, gesturing with his hand, was all you needed to know it was what he wanted. You dropped the belt and struck his back. He fell to his knees and over the screams of the crowd you could hear him say, "Again!"
You struck his back and the gold jacket fell off your shoulders, eliciting further cheers and screams from the fans. You delivered another blow before gathering the jacket and Sting's belt before jogging to the blond on the ground. The crowd went wild as you predicted.
Sting stood up and the blond held his hands up when he saw the chair, but the mischievous twinkle in his eyes was unmistakable and the smirk on his lips confirmed your suspicions. He and Mick had conspired this whole match to drag you into it.
You could hear those on the front row laughing and you handed him the steel chair. He smiled down at you and you mirrored it. The noise in the venue was deafening as he leaned in to kiss your cheek. You watched as the blond made his way back to Mick to continue their match and you put on the gold jacket, and carried the title belt as you watched the rest of the match standing at ringside.
Mick had climbed up the stairs onto the ramp and Sting followed with the steel chair. You followed close by and watched as the two tumbled off the ramp. Mick yelled as he reached for you and you moved away. You hopped onto the ramp, quickly getting to your feet as he grabbed for you and the crowd cheered when he missed. Mick climbed onto the ramp and you held the belt, deciding to give him a taste of his own medicine.
Mick shook his head but you swore he laughed a little and darted towards you. Sting jumped onto the ramp behind him and you held onto the ropes as he clotheslined Mick onto the carpet.
He walked over to you and put the belt on your shoulder and pointed at Mick, before wiggling his finger. You giggled when he winked at you, and turned as he climbed onto the top rope. You looked at Mick, seeing he was on his feet, his back to the ring, and as he turned, you looked at Sting, seeing him fly off the rope knocking him to the floor. He hooked his leg and the ref counted to three and the bell rang.
"The winner of the WCW World Heavyweight Champion, Sting!"
The beach scene lit up as his music played and the ref held his hand up when he got to his feet. You approached when he kneeled to catch his breath and he met your gaze when you gently rested a hand on his shoulder. You sent him a smile and held out your hand, and when he stood up, you draped his belt over his shoulder. The crowd was jumping up and down, kids screaming at his victory. But his eyes were on you.
A smile grew on his lips until it was almost blinding.
"Have fun?"
"Oh, lots. Next time a little warning?"
"Deal."
He chuckled, taking your hand as the two of you headed down the ramp towards the beach. He held your joined hands up and the crowd popped louder than you'd heard before. When you reached backstage, you began to take off his jacket but he turned, stopping you, with a shake of his head.
"Keep it. It looks better on you. Annoyingly so."
You blush as he pulls the gold jacket around you, covering you from everyone else's gaze. Your name was called and you looked away briefly, finding you were being flagged down from management.
"Maybe later we can talk about having dinner together?" You looked at the blond champion when he murmured.
"I'd like that." You bit the inside of your cheek when he sent you a smile before walking away.
You were expecting to be critiqued and fired for your involvement in the match, however, when Mick came backstage you learned that Sting had specifically asked for you to be involved.
"Those chair shots were great." Mick said as you headed down the corridor afterwards.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"Please! It was like being hit by a pillow."
You pouted and his laughter echoed down the corridor. You parted ways to get changed and you wrestled your hair into an updo, which wasn't easy to do with the amount of hairspray that had been fighting to maintain the curls all night. You packed your makeup, and heels into your bag, before heading to grab a coffee for the road and as you looked at the gold jacket you wondered how you would speak to Sting again.
"Do I want to see him again?" You whispered.
"Yes!" Your friend looped her arm with yours. "If it's a certain champion, then yes, you definitely do."
"I think he asked me out on a date."
"Oh, after that show, absolutely."
"You saw it?"
"Whole thing. Your googly eyes were very sickening."
"I wasn't making googly eyes."
"Yes you were." You rolled your eyes as she laughed while filling a cup with coffee. "Honey, trust me, you weren't the only one. When I came backstage and heard about the change, I knew his intentions all along."
"You think he -"
"Arranged for you to be part of the match to get to know you? Yes, yes I do."
"You're kidding. Why?"
"That's something better left for him to answer, isn't it?" She nodded over your shoulder and you turned, seeing a freshened up Sting enter the cafeteria, looking around before approaching you. "Besides it's totally obvious."
You whispered a goodbye when she left with a smirk behind the blond's back. In the better lighting you could see his face paint was gone, and the stubble on his cheek.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"Oh, I got the night off, so if you want the jacket -"
"No, no, keep it. I'll get it back one day." He said with a smile. "I heard we're staying at the same hotel."
"Really?" You looked at your friend who was sitting at a table with the other WCW girls who were getting caffeinated during the current match. You knew from the way she looked away that she had something to do with his knowledge of that fact.
"And I realized we hadn't made plans. So, how about tonight? We can eat at the hotel after I take a shower."
"Shouldn't you be resting?"
A smirk formed on his lips, "Worried about me?"
"You did get knocked down a lot." You sipped your coffee as you headed out the cafeteria, hiding your smile when he followed.
"Oh, really?"
"Repeatedly."
"Barely felt it."
"Really? I swear you were turning red."
"I was blushing."
"On your back?"
He started to walk backwards, and you giggled when you saw his toothy smile. "I'm shy in crowds." You shook your head as you left the venue and he fell into step beside you as you went to your car. "Is that a yes?"
"I'm in room 203."
"I'll give you a call."
You bit your lower lip as he walked away and headed to your car. You sighed as you rested your head on the headrest, covering your lips as you giggled lightly. You knew your family would be waiting to hear about your night, after watching the pay-per-view, but their interrogation would have to wait until after your date - something that would interest them much more than your first major event.