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You smiled as you looked down at the picture of you and Baron on your phone. It was a selfie, of course. You were on the back of his bike and had snapped a picture of the two of you just after a sunset ride together. You posted it to Instagram and tagged him without thinking much of it.
Just minutes later, however, you regretted posting it.
Comments started popping up on the photo, and as you scrolled through them, you felt your chest get a little tighter, and your eyes get watery.
And those were just some of the things people were saying. You felt your stomach tighten into a knot. Maybe they were right. Maybe you weren’t good enough for him. You had seen comments just like these on other pictures you and Baron posted. You had heard them so many times you were starting to believe them.
Baron was the next big thing in WWE. He had an incredible career of him. He won the Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royal in his first ever Wrestlemania, and a year later he challenged for the Intercontinental Championship against Dean Ambrose at his second Wrestlemania. He had beaten John Cena. He had been in WWE Championship matches on SmackDown. Everything was looking up for him.
You on the other hand? You were just an average girl. There was nothing special. You worked a regular job. You weren’t a wrestler or a ring announcer. You didn’t even work for WWE. There was nothing special about you. Fans didn’t scream your name. You were just you. Baron could do so much better, but instead, he settled for you.
Baron was doing a house show when the tears started to hit, and it got harder to breathe. You did some breathing exercises like you had been taught to help calm you down. It seemed like it took forever, but eventually, your breathing did slow back down, and the tears dried up. You took a shower and then crawled under the covers and laid there hoping you could fall asleep before Baron got back and realized you had another attack.
You woke up the next morning and rolled over expecting to find Baron, but instead, all you found was a note on the nightstand.
Went to gym with Corey. Meet me for breakfast at 9 downstairs? - B
You took a quick shower and then got dressed. You glanced in the mirror and noticed that your eyes were still a little puffy. You put some eye drops in and added a little extra makeup to cover up the puffiness from crying yourself to sleep.
You glanced at the clock. 8:54. Six minutes until you had to meet Baron. You sprayed a puff of perfume on and then grabbed your purse and headed down to the hotel’s restaurant.
You smiled when you saw Baron sitting at a table for two waiting for you. His lips curved into a small smile as he looked at you. He stood up and wrapped his arms around you.
“Hey, beautiful.” He said.
“Hey you,” you said.
He gave you a quick peck on the lips before the two of you sat down.
Twenty minutes later you looked down at the plate of nearly untouched food in front of you. You picked up the crispy piece of bacon and took a small bite before setting it back on the plate. You moved your scrambled eggs around your plate with your fork and took a few sips of the coffee sat in front of you.
You thought about telling Baron about the fans’ comments but decided against it. He had so much other stuff going on with work right now that it seemed silly to bother him with your problems.
“Why aren’t you eating?” Baron asked motioning to your plate of nearly untouched food.
“I’m just not that hungry.” You said as you pushed the plate away from you.
“You’re never hungry anymore.” He said. “You didn’t eat anything yesterday either.”
“I just haven’t had much of an appetite recently.” You said. Not entirely true. Your stomach had been growling at you for days, but you were trying to lose weight, and eating tons of food wasn’t going to make it happen.
“Did you even touch any of it?” He asked.
“I had some bacon.” You said.
“You sure you aren’t hungry?” He asked.
“Yeah, I’m sure. I’ll just meet you back at the room, okay?” You said.
It looked like Baron was going to say something, but you stood up and headed back to the room before you could get it out. You stood in front of the mirror staring at yourself. You didn’t see anything special. Why was Baron even with you? Was it pity? All you could see were the imperfections: your thighs, your stomach, your breasts. You bit your lip and tried to hold back the tears.
It was hard constantly being around the divas. They were all in top physical shape. Then there was you. You were just another girl. You didn’t have guys drooling over you. There was nothing special about you.
You sat down on the edge of the bed, and silent tears began to fall. You felt your chest start to tighten as your sobs got louder. It was starting to hurt. Every breath was painful. You were gasping for breath. It felt like the walls were closing in around you.
The door flew open, and Baron hurried over to you. He kneeled down in front of you and took your hand in his and gently squeezed them.
“Hey, deep breaths. Look at me, babe. Focus on me.” He encouraged. You tried to look at him, but your sobbing made it nearly impossible.
He stood up and pulled you to your feet. He pulled you into his chest and wrapped his arms tightly around you. He kept one around your back while the other held your head to his chest.
“It’s okay. Deep breaths, babe. I’m right here. Breathe with me, okay? Long deep breath in, hold it, hold it, now let it out slowly. Do it again, babe. Deep breath in, hold it, hold it, now let it out slowly.” He encouraged.
You felt the sobs begin to soften as you repeated the breathing exercise with Baron. Having his arms around you helped too. You felt safe. You felt protected.
The two of you stood there for a while until he finally pulled away a little bit so he could look at you.
“You okay?” He asked as he cupped your face and looked into your eyes.
You nodded your head slightly and gave him a small smile.
“You had me scared, babe.” He said.
“I’m sorry,” You murmured.
“Will you talk to me? What’s going on?” He asked.
“You know that picture I posted?” You asked.
“Yeah. What about it?”
“Some fans commented on it. And-“
“Don’t go any further. You can’t listen to what those girls say. They aren’t important. You’re here with me. You’re the one I wake up to every day.” He said.
“But why? Why me?”
“Because I can be myself around you. You let me be weird around you. You’re beautiful, and you have the biggest heart of anyone I know. I love everything about you, Y/n.”
“But why not be with one of the divas who are pretty and have great bodies?”
“Because I don’t want them. I want you.” He said as he wrapped his arms around you again. “You fit perfectly right here in my arms. I don’t care if they have great bodies. They aren’t you. I love your body just the way it is, babe. And as far as being pretty, you’ve got them all beat.”
Your lips curved into a smile as you looked up at him.
“Baron, I love you.” You whispered as you laid your head against his chest.
“I love you too, baby. You’re perfect to me, and you’re all I want.”
The next night before raw, all the women were sitting in the women’s locker room. Everyone seemed really nervous about what was going to happen tonight. You tried to reassure them that everything was going to be fine but even you were slightly nervous.
“Everyone decent?” Finn asked knocking on the door
“Come in!” Nattie called
“How’s everyone doing?” Finn asked, everyone just stared at him blankly “That good huh?”
“What’s up buttercup?” Yiu smiled at him
“All male superstars have been called to the ring to start Raw with Vince and the rest of them” Finn said walking over “Just to let you know”
“Thanks babe” you rolled your eyes
“Bit worried?” Finn smirked
“No! We’re gonna be fine…. but will you pay my fine?”
“No way pay for your own mistakes”
“Come on! 4 years of relationship! whats your’s is mine yeah?”
There’s not much that can surprise you when it comes to Dolph Ziggler when you’ve known him as long as I have. Nick Nemeth and I went to both high school and college together. He was even kind enough to help me get my job in the WWE. So as you can see we’ve been friends for the longest time. Though most of the time I wish he and I were something more but then again so does most every girl in the fan base.
Tonight’s TLC and both of up for championship matches, Nick had his intercontinental championship match with the Miz and I have the WWE women’s championship match with Becky Lynch and Alexa Bliss. Now Becky and I are really close friends and I’m not too keen on being in a match with her, but both of us want to Alexa off her high horse. Alexa likes to think that she’s all that and don’t seem to care about anyone else so Becky and I think it’s about time for her to be knocked down a few notches. Nick also has the same problem with Miz but unlike Nick, Miz had his wife out there to help him out.
No but seriously tho, that whole Lana vs Naomi Smackdown Women's Title match...
Like… why ya gotta go and disrespect Naomi like that? Why? She’s the CHAMP. Girl should have had a CHAMPION’S match at a PPV. Against someone who can go toe to toe with her style and make it look GOOD. Not this….. experimental debut…. thing.
I mean don’t get me wrong, it was a good match. But like…….
……we *just* had a BADASS women’s LADDER MATCH.
We had THAT.
And then…. we got this.
Lana is undoubtedly an amazing talent with great potential. She’s great on the mic and I guess she’s memorable enough for another blonde girl in the ring.
But Naomi is one of a kind, and as champ, she deserves better than to be stuck with mediocre af booking.
“It’s just wrestling, honey, get over it”.
I know, okay, I know. I KNOW.
Doesn’t make it any less annoying, bruh.
1,000 Matches In 2015 - Match 824: WWE World Heavyweight Championship: Shawn Michaels (Champion) Vs. Rob Van Dam WWE Raw [November 25th, 2002]
This is a dream match situation for anyone who’s followed the careers of both men. The quick-paced styles of both Rob Van Dam and Shawn Michaels have entertained fans of both technical wrestling and high flying abilities, and for years, fans wondered what this match up would be like. Though I wish it had happened 8 years sooner, the encounter took place in 2002, and the WWE World Heavyweight Championship was on the line!
One shot - WWE Prompt #16 from the list Pairing: Pete Dunne x OC Requested by MorganBalor on Wattpad & by an anon reader on Tumblr Word count: 1,021
A/N: sorry it took so long, but here it is at last! Enjoy your reading
TakeOver: Chicago. The event Morgan had been looking forward to for the last
few weeks. Her husband, the Bruiser Weight Pete Dunne, finally had a match for
the WWE United Kingdom Championship – match he had been wanting to get for
months now. And even though she’d probably better be at home resting, she had
allowed herself to come and support Pete, as she wasn’t due for another week.
Morgan had been together for four years, married for almost two years, and the
imminent arrival of their first child had made them an even stronger couple.
Morgan’s pregnancy was going on pretty smoothly, and she partially owed that to
the fact that Pete had been there for her throughout the whole process.
looked up to the screen in front of her, resting a hand on her now huge belly. Current
UK Champion Tyler Bate had joined Pete in the ring. As the referee gestured for
the bell to ring and the two men locked up, she felt a sharp sting of pain in
her stomach, and took a deep breath to make it go away. It was the fourth she
had had over the past hour, but it made no sense to her. The child wasn’t
supposed to arrive just yet.
the voice of Stephanie McMahon. Hunter had taken quite a liking to Pete,
leading Morgan & Stephanie to have off-character interaction more often
than not. And when she wasn’t in character, Steph was actually a very sweet
person. A mother of three, she had given Morgan some very helpful pieces of
advice over the course of her pregnancy, and even reassured Pete, saying he was
going to be a terrific father – which Morgan herself was convinced he would.
fine. Just feeling a bit heavy, is all.”
“Are you sure? It doesn’t look like it.”
“I’m 100% certain,” Morgan assured with a smile.
frowned, but didn’t insist, instead shooting Hunter a concerned look before turning
her attention back to the screen. Both men were showing a high level of technicity
in their wrestling style – suplex on the apron, work on the joints of Tyler
Bate, triangle choke… That match was by far one of the most exciting matches
Morgan had ever seen her husband wrestle, and having Jim Ross on commentary
only made it better. Ten minutes into the match, the pain in Morgan’s stomach
struck again, making her face contort. She took a deep breath, but this time,
it took more time to go away than the previous times.
definitely not ‘fine’, Morgan,” Hunter pointed out.
“That was a contraction, wasn’t it?” Stephanie asked rhetorically. “You’re
going into labour!”
“No way! I’m not due before another week.”
“Well, it seems to me your little one is looking forward to seeing his dad
wrestle,” Triple H joked.
“We need to get you to hospital,” his wife said.
“I’m not leaving. Not before that match is over.”
McMahon-Levesque couple looked at her,
then at each other, a bit at a loss. They knew by now how determined – or is it
stubborn? – Morgan could be at times.
promised he’d be by my side when our baby gets there. I can’t leave without
“Alright. How often have you had contractions?” Steph asked.
“I’ve had five over the last seventy minutes.”
“That match shouldn’t last much more than five minutes,” Triple H said. “I’ll
call an EMT. As soon as the match is over, I’ll get Pete and you two are
nodded, as excitement and anxiousness rushed through her. She was finally going
to meet her child – their child – but what if it went wrong? Stephanie noticed
her uneasiness, and gently squeezed her hand.
it through the longest part of the process. What’s coming next may be the
toughest and most exhausting part, but it’s what makes it all worth it,” she said.
“You’ll be alright!”
“I hope so… At least, I’m not alone in this.”
gave her a gentle smile.
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keep pushing! You’re almost there.”
exhaled deeply, and her new champion of a husband held her hand tight.
love. You can do this,” Pete said gently.
had fetched him after his match, he had reacted very calmly, and he had
remained so all the way to the hospital. Which was a good thing, because it
helped Morgan to not freak out completely. She gave another push, and one more,
before she heard a cry. Judging by the smile on Pete’s face, she knew it was
their child – at last.
mom,” the nurse said with a smile, “he’s beautiful.”
“A boy? We have a son?” Morgan whispered.
nodded, and went on to bath the newborn, and to wrap him in a blanket. The
mother nodded towards her husband, signaling he should hold him first. Pete
leant forward to kiss her wife on the forehead, and the nurse set down the baby
into his arms.
there!” he whispered, his English accent thickened by the emotion. “You almost
made us wait, little one!”
chuckled, and from the table, she could see a tear roll down Pete’s cheek. Her
own eyes were starting to water, from all the mixed feelings she had tried so
hard to contain over the last 10 hours. Pete set down their newborn son into
her arms, and she could finally look at him – he had her eyes, but the shape of
his nose was clearly Pete’s.
little angel,” she said softly.
“I’m so proud of you, love. You’ve been so incredibly strong!”
“And so have you! Dealing with me while having to be away must not have been
easy on you.”
“Maybe, but we made it through. And it was all worth it, I won twice tonight. Both
in and out of the ring!”
smiled, and Pete stole a soft kiss on her lips.