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ametrinearrows · 6 months

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Win For Her

Dominik had always been passionate about wrestling. Growing up, he had watched his father, the legendary Rey Mysterio, dazzle the WWE Universe with his acrobatics and charisma. Now, as a rising star in the company, Dominik found himself on a similar path, but with an unexpected twist - he had fallen in love with YN YLN, Triple H's niece, who had become one of the biggest supporters he’s ever had.

YN had wrestling in her blood, just like Dominik. She had grown up around the business, listening to her uncle's stories, and watching the greats like The Rock, Stone Cold Steve Austin, and of course, her favorite, Triple H, make their mark. When she and Dominik started dating, it was as if fate had brought them together. Their shared passion for the squared circle was the glue that bound their hearts, among other things.

Every week, YNN would be in the audience, watching Dominik's matches with bated breath. She could see the dedication and hard work he put into each performance, and she was proud of how much he had grown as a wrestler. Dom, in turn, knew she was watching and wanted to make her proud with every move he made in the ring. In his head, he was only performing for her.

One evening, after a successful match on RAW, Dominik found himself backstage, catching his breath and wiping the sweat from his brow. Finn Balor approached him with a congratulatory pat on the back. "Great job out there, man. You're really making a name for yourself."

The younger man smiled, grateful for the support of his peers. But as he looked over Finn's shoulder, he saw YN standing there with her uncle. She was beaming with pride, and her eyes were fixed on him as she carried on the conversation with Hunter.

Feeling a surge of motivation, Dom turned his attention back to Finn and said, "Thanks, dude. I appreciate it." He gestured toward YN with his head before continuing, "I can't let her down."

The Irishman followed Dominik's gaze and nodded knowingly. "I get it, man. She's your biggest fan, and she believes in you. Keep doing what you're doing, and you'll make her proud every time you step into that ring. I don’t think she could ever not be proud of you."

Dominik's heart swelled with determination. He knew that no matter how tough the competition got or how challenging the road ahead was, he had YN's unwavering support. With a renewed sense of purpose, he headed over to where YN and Triple H were standing. When he finally got up to the duo, they stopped talking.

“Oh, am I not worthy of being a part of the conversation?” he questioned playfully as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

YNN shook her head. “No. Not at all. Hearing someone brag about you gives you too much of an ego.”

Hunter laughed at his niece’s comment. “Your aunt used to say the same thing about me.”

“Because it was true,” she said in a humorous voice. “I don’t remember a whole lot from back then, since I was a legit child, but I do remember that. Walking around like you own the place because one person said, ‘Triple H is the best there ever was’ or ‘Helmsley sure knows what he’s doing’. That was all it took.”

“You would know the feeling if you would get in the ring and spare with someone.” her uncle noted.

The YEC-eyed girl shook her head once more. “Nah, I'm good with just watching.”

Dom placed his head on her shoulder and asked, “Why not?”

“I hurt myself enough on my own. I don’t need a colleague to do it for me. Hard pass.” The three of them shared a good laugh at her statement. It was hard for either Dominik or Triple H to argue that point.

Even if YN didn’t wrestle, she was a great support system for the two of them. Dom was grateful to have her by his side and knowing that she always had his back no matter what move he made gave him the strength to keep going.

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ametrinearrows · 6 months

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Lose It All

YN walked into the arena with three hours before Monday Night Raw started and headed straight towards her assigned locker room. Her mind was clouded with the different thoughts and emotions she had felt the past few months, so she kept her head down as much as she could until she could reach a safe place for her to let go of the false smile, she often wore these days. The girl was still going through the motions from the passing of her mother four months prior. Despite the way her performances in the ring being top notch, YN felt the void but continued to hide the pain beneath the stoic façade.

As she made her way to the locker room, she was startled to see that Cody Rhodes, her closest friend, was standing just outside the door waiting for her. With his trademark charismatic smile, he extended his hand to her and said, “I believe it’s past time for us to have a little chat. Don’t you?”

The YHC-haired girl hesitated for a moment before nodding and took his hand in hers as he led her into the room. The two of them settled down on the bench once inside and YN instantly started fidgeting with her hands. She wasn’t the type of girl that found it easy to talk about her feelings no matter who the person she was talking to was.

Cody leaned forward with his elbows resting on his knees as he tried to get a better look at his best friend, his voice was gentle yet firm as he spoke to her. “I think you know that by now everyone has noticed how you walk around like there’s a two-ton brick on your shoulders and, Babygirl, that’s no way to live. You don’t have to fight whatever is going on in your head by yourself. So, if you’re ready and willing to talk, now’s the time. I’m right here and more than willing to listen and help you get through it.”

Her eyes began to well up with tears as he reminded her that there was always someone there to be her listening ear. She took a deep breath and poured her heart out for him as she shared the pain she was going through internally and the feeligns of loneliness that had grappled onto her since her mother’s death.

The blue-eyed man listened attentively to every word YN had to say with nothing but complete empathy for her written in his eyes. He nodded as he offered words of comfort and understanding whenever she needed to hear them. With losing his father not too long ago, he understood what she was feeling and what she might have needed to hear. Cody also knew YN just needed to know there was someone there for her. He didn’t try to fix her pain because he knew there was only so little that could, instead, he provided a safe space in him for her emotions to be acknowledged and validated.

As the words flooded out, YN could feel the weight lifting from her chest. His presence alone was able to get through the day but his willingness to sit there and listen to everything she had ever felt in the past few months gave her the strength to confront her grief head-on. Something that she had avoided doing for the longest time.

After what had felt like an eternity of talking, YN had finished letting go of everything. She wiped away the tears that had fallen, even though she was sure there were more to come. Looking into Cody’s eyes, she whispered, “Thank you, Cody.”

“What are you thanking me for?” he questioned.

YN looked down at her hands that were still fidgeting with each other. “For being you. For being...” she took a moment to breathe deeply before she continued, “there just to listen. In the past four months, you have been the first and only person who has done that. Though I know that I have put on this brave mask and face the day like nothing in the world can tear me down, I’ve been needing someone to actually let me lose it all on them for a bit. I just didn’t realize how bad I needed that until now.”

Cody smiled warmly and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “You don’t have to thank me for any of that. I was simply returning the favor you once gave me. You’re my best friend so that makes you family. Just remember you’re never alone in this, ever.”

YN gave him and slight smile and nodded. From that point on, Cody took it upon himself to periodically get her to tell him all that weighed on her. He had no idea how much it truly helped her through it all, but she appreciated it all the same.

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ametrinearrows · 6 months

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Solid as Gold

The lights in the arena were dimmed, and the crowd buzzed with anticipation as the WWE Superstars prepared to put on another incredible show. Among them was YN YLN, a force to be reckoned with in the ring. But beyond her skill, she was also my closest friend – someone I had known for years before either of us stepped into the squared circle.

As I watched YN's match unfold from backstage, a sense of pride swelled within me. She had come so far, and her passion for this business was clear in every move she made. The cheers of the crowd filled the air as she executed her signature maneuvers flawlessly.

"Come on, YNN!" I found myself whispering under my breath, caught up in the excitement of the moment.

The match reached its climax, and YN appeared victorious, her arm raised in triumph as the crowd erupted into cheers. As she made her way back up the ramp, I couldn't help but grin, my heart swelling with pride for my best friend.

Later that night, as the backstage area buzzed with activity, I sought out YN in her locker room. She was still catching her breath, a triumphant smile on her face.

"Hey there, champ," I said, leaning against the doorway.

YN looked up, her smile widening when she saw me. "Hey, Cody. Did you catch the match?"

I chuckled, nodding. "Of course, I did. You were incredible out there, as always."

She rolled her eyes playfully. "You're biased."

"Maybe a little," I admitted with a grin.

As she took a sip of water, a comfortable silence settled between us. It was moments like these that reminded me how lucky I was to have YN in my life. We had been friends long before the spotlight of the WWE, and our bond had only grown stronger over the years.

"You know, YNN," I began, my tone thoughtful, "we've been through a lot together."

She nodded, her gaze meeting mine. "Yeah, we have. From training to traveling to climbing the ranks in this business."

I chuckled softly. "And through all of that, we've managed to remain best friends."

YN smiled, a hint of nostalgia in her eyes. "Yeah, we have."

I paused, my gaze searching hers. "Sometimes, in this crazy world, people tend to complicate things. They let success and ambition get in the way of what truly matters."

YN's expression grew serious as she seemed to understand where I was going with this. "Cody..."

I held up a hand, a small smile on my lips. "I'm not trying to complicate anything. In fact, I think it's the opposite. We've got something good here, YNN. A friendship that's lasted through the ups and downs of this industry. And there's no reason to mess that up."

She let out a sigh of relief, a warm smile spreading across her face. "You're absolutely right, Cody."

I stepped closer to her, my gaze locked on hers. "So, no matter where our careers take us, let's promise to always remember what we have – a rock-solid friendship that means the world to both of us."

YN's smile was genuine, and she held out her hand for me to shake. "Deal."

I took her hand in mine, sealing the promise with a firm handshake. As I looked into her eyes, I knew that our friendship was something worth preserving, something that would remain a constant in the ever-changing world of WWE.

"Here's to us, YNN," I said, raising an imaginary toast.

She grinned, her eyes sparkling. "To us, Cody."

And as we shared a laugh, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for the unwavering friendship I had found in YN YLN – a friendship that, no matter what, would always be a source of strength and joy in the midst of the chaos that was the world of professional wrestling.

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ametrinearrows · 7 months

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Homecoming Delights

The familiar feeling of coming home after a long week on the road was a comforting one. I had spent the last seven days away from the WWE ring, and as much as I loved what I did, there was something special about returning to the comfort of my own home.

As I walked through the front door, I was greeted by the most incredible aroma. The scent of a home-cooked meal filled the air, and my curiosity got the best of me. YN YLN, my good friend and a fellow WWE Superstar, had been home with an injury, and I hadn't seen her in a while.

I followed the delicious scent to the kitchen, and there she was, busy at work, a look of concentration on her face. Pots and pans simmered on the stove, and ingredients were neatly arranged on the countertop. It was a sight to behold.

"YN," I said, my voice tinged with amazement. "What can't you do?"

She turned around, a bright smile spreading across her face as she saw me. "Hey, Randy. I thought you'd be hungry when you got back, so I decided to cook something special."

I couldn't help but chuckle as I took in the spread, she had prepared. "You're incredible, you know that?"

YN blushed, her cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. "Aw, thanks, Randy. I just love cooking, and it's a nice way to unwind."

I nodded in agreement, appreciating the effort she had put into making my return home so special. "Well, I'm lucky to have you as a friend, that's for sure."

As she continued to work her culinary magic, we chatted about our respective weeks. She updated me on her injury progress, and I filled her in on the latest happenings in the WWE. The easy camaraderie we had built over the years made our conversation flow effortlessly.

Before I knew it, YN had plated a delicious meal, and we sat down at the dining table to enjoy it together. The first bite was a revelation – her cooking was as amazing as I had imagined.

"This is incredible, YN," I said between bites. "You've got serious talent in the kitchen."

She grinned, her eyes sparkling with pride. "Thank you, Randy. It means a lot coming from you."

As we shared a meal and caught up on life outside the ring, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the friendship I had with YN. She was a talented chef, a fierce competitor, and an amazing friend – the kind of person who made coming home even more special.

As the evening wore on, I couldn't shake the feeling that sometimes, the best moments in life were the simplest ones – like sharing a meal with a dear friend who had a knack for making everything feel just right.

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ametrinearrows · 4 months

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Broke Him

I was normally the one that took any storyline offered up to me. I was making money either way, providing for the ones I love. They got me the publicity I needed to crank my career up a notch. But the same couldn’t have been said about this last one. Creative wanted me to do a storyline with Bayley, a romantic one, and I turned it down. The fact that I turned it down surprised everyone, even myself just slightly, and I have been getting confused looks and raised eyebrows from everyone for the better part of the day. Couldn't say I blame them either. They don’t know my reasoning behind it.

Later that evening I was heading back towards my locker room when Balor approached me, a curious expression written upon his face. “Hey mate, heard you turned down a storyline. Care to share what that’s about?”

“Yeah… I did.” I admitted and placed my hands into the pockets of my jacket. “Just couldn’t do that specific one. They’ll find another to fill in that role, just not me.”

His eyebrow was raised for a moment. “Why not? I mean, dude, you normally jump at any and every opportunity. Why not that one?”

I shrugged slightly before saying, “Because I have more respect for my girl than I do for a romantic storyline, Finn.”

The Irish lad in front of me looked as if he had misheard my words but I knew he didn’t. I said what I said, and I meant every word. “Your girl? I understand the whole ‘having more respect for her’ thing but I wasn't even aware you had gotten with someone.”

“Yeah, well, I have. YN, actually.” I admitted as I looked over in her direction. She didn’t know, or at least I don't believe she had heard about me getting offered that storyline. I wouldn’t have been surprised if she had though, considering the whole locker room area has by now.

Finn looked back at the YHC haired girl, who stood talking to Charlotte. “Really?” he questioned. “When did that happen?”

“Quite a while ago, actually.” I said and smiled over at her when she noticed that the two of us were looking at her and smiled. Finn turned back to me with an evident look of skepticism upon his face. “You don’t believe me, do you.”

“It's kind of hard when the connection isn’t plain to see.” he said, and I do have to admit, I would have agreed with him if I was anyone else.

YNN and I really haven’t really put our relationship out there… until now that is. We figured it was better to keep work life and personal life separate for the time being and to be fair it has worked out better than expected. Now does that mean we don’t want to fold when the other gets even the slightest bit hurt in the ring? No, of course not. But we kept a check on each other in other ways. Looks from across the room and a text after our matches. It’s worked for us so far with no love lost.

“Wanted to keep it low-key for at least a while, especially at work. Didn’t want any unnecessary attention or complications.” I confessed and looked back down at him. “It’s worked so far. But creative had to go and throw a wrench on that by giving me an offer I couldn't take and now everyone is going to question my sanity for a while, which I can undoubtedly live with. It’s YN’s decision though if she wants to announce it completely.”

“Then why did you just tell me?” he questioned.

I watched as my girl split off from her conversation with Charlotte and walked over, having obviously been listening to the conversation but still trying to keep her face as neutral as possible to not let her best friend in on the fact she was only half-assed listening to her. “I don’t think there could be one other person in this entire company that can keep a secret better than the two of us, Finn.” she said as she made her way to the spot standing right next to him. “Or we have a mutual agreement that we trust you with that little piece of information better than anyone. Couldn’t tell you which one yet. Could be both.” Her tone was playful but hinted at the sincerity in her words.

Finn just about jumped out of his skin when he finally realized she was standing right beside him, and I couldn't help but laugh. “Dammit, YNN, you don’t have to sneak up on me like that.”

“Dude, I wasn’t that quiet.” she commented with a laugh I swore was a beautiful melody by itself. “Should get your hearing checked my guy. Seems like you’re losing it.”

“Losing my mind, maybe.” the Irish man said and rolled his eyes. “Did you hear what he did? You broke him.”

YN and I both laughed at his statement. “I didn’t break him. I didn’t ask him to pass it up. He could have done it if he wanted to. The whole point of keeping work and personal life separate. It was totally his decision and whatever the decision may be, I'll stand by him on it.”

“That and I didn't exactly get a chance to tell her about it before turning it down. They offered. I said no. It was, in total, a five-minute conversation.” I confessed.

Finn turned to YNN, “You didn’t know?”

The YHC haired girl just shook her head. “Had no idea until Ashley told me about it ten minutes ago. So no, I didn't break him.”

“No, apparently not,” he said and turned back to me. “You’re just going mental.”

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ametrinearrows · 8 months

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Celebration

The crowd roared with excitement as YN YLN stepped into the ring, ready to defend her title against Mickey James. The tension in the arena was palpable, and the energy was infectious. Among the sea of cheering fans, Jeff Hardy stood by the entrance ramp, his heart pounding with a mix of nerves and anticipation.

As the match unfolded, YN showcased her incredible athleticism and determination, going toe-to-toe with Mickey James in an intense battle for the women’s championship. The audience watched in awe as YN executed high-flying maneuvers and strategic holds, determined to prove herself as a worthy champion.

In the front row, Lita and Matt Hardy sat side by side, their eyes glued to the action in the ring. Lita, a trailblazing WWE legend herself, couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride for YN’s accomplishments. She glanced over at Matt, who nodded in agreement, sharing the sentiment.

Backstage, Jeff paced nervously, his thoughts consumed by YN’s match. He knew the sacrifices and dedication she had poured into her wrestling career. She had trained relentlessly, overcome setbacks, and proven herself time and again. He believed in her, and he wanted nothing more than to see her succeed.

Finally, the moment arrived. YN executed a breathtaking finishing move that left Mickey James sprawled on the mat. The referee’s hand hit the mat three times, signaling the end of the match. The arena erupted in cheers as YN was declared the victor and the new women’s champion.

With adrenaline still coursing through her veins, YN’s eyes locked onto Jeff’s figure at the entrance ramp. As she climbed out of the ring, the crowd’s cheers served as a symphony of celebration. She reached Jeff, and their eyes met in a mixture of pride, relief, and affection.

“You did it,” Jeff said, his voice a mix of awe and happiness. “You look happier than I’ve ever seen you.”

YN’s smile was radiant as she embraced him. “I couldn’t have done it without you,” she replied, her voice filled with gratitude. “Your support means everything to me.”

Lita and Matt joined them, sharing in the joyous moment. The four of them stood together, a united front of friends and loved ones, celebrating YN’s hard-fought victory. The journey had been marked by challenges, but the triumph was all the sweeter because of it.

As the confetti rained down in celebration and the crowd’s cheers continued to echo, YN knew that this was a milestone in her career she would cherish forever. And in Jeff’s embrace, she found a sense of fulfillment and happiness that words couldn’t adequately express.

After the exhilarating victory and the roar of the crowd had subsided, YN, Jeff, Lita, and Matt headed backstage, their spirits high and the excitement still palpable. They found themselves in a private area, away from the bustling chaos of the event. YN’s championship belt was slung over her shoulder, a constant reminder of her hard-earned triumph.

“Tonight calls for a celebration!” Lita exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “How about we find a great place to go out and have some fun?”

YN’s grin widened, and she looked at Jeff, feeling his hand gently squeeze hers. “Sounds like a plan to me,” she said, her voice filled with excitement.

Matt chimed in, his characteristic grin present. “I know a fantastic spot nearby with good food and an awesome atmosphere. What do you think?”

As they made their way to the restaurant, the group laughed and reminisced about the journey that had led them to this moment. Jeff and Matt shared stories of their wrestling adventures, while Lita recounted some of her own experiences in the ring. YN listened with rapt attention, feeling grateful to be surrounded by friends who understood the unique challenges and triumphs of the wrestling world.

At the restaurant, they were greeted warmly by the staff and shown to a reserved table. The atmosphere buzzed with energy, and the group settled in, ready to enjoy a well-deserved meal.

As they savored their food and shared more stories, Jeff leaned in close to YN, his eyes reflecting his admiration. “You were incredible out there,” he whispered. “Seeing you in that ring, giving it your all, it made me so proud.”

YN blushed, her heart skipping a beat. “Thank you, Jeff. Your support means everything to me. I couldn’t have done it without you by my side.”

Their eyes locked, and in that moment, the noise of the restaurant seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their own world of connection and shared dreams.

Lita, always the perceptive one, nudged Matt with a knowing smile. “Looks like we’re in the presence of a power couple,” she whispered, earning a chuckle from Matt.

After their meal, they headed back to their hotel, the night still young and full of possibilities. Back in their room, YN and Jeff shared a quiet moment on the balcony, gazing out at the city lights.

“You know,” Jeff began, his voice soft, “when I first saw you in the ring, there was something different about you. Your determination, your spirit—it’s infectious.”

YN leaned against the railing, her heart swelling with emotion. “And you, Jeff, you’re my rock. Your unwavering belief in me gives me the strength to keep pushing forward.”

As they stood side by side, the cityscape before them seemed to shimmer with the promise of new beginnings. The night was a testament to their shared journey, the challenges they’d overcome, and the happiness they’d found in each other’s company.

As Jeff and YN returned to their hotel room, a lingering sense of excitement and closeness enveloped them. The air seemed charged with a newfound energy, a blend of their shared accomplishments and the electrifying atmosphere of the evening. YN’s heart raced as Jeff closed the door behind them, his eyes locked onto hers.

Jeff took a step closer, his fingers gently tracing the curve of YN’s jawline. “You looked so breathtaking out there,” he whispered, his voice husky with emotion.

YN’s breath hitched, her eyes never leaving his. “You’re the reason I had the strength to give it my all,” she replied, her voice barely more than a whisper.

In that moment, any remaining distance between them evaporated, and their lips met in a passionate kiss. The taste of victory and desire mingled as their kiss deepened, a testament to their shared passion and connection.

As their lips parted, Jeff’s gaze burned with intensity, his fingers deftly undoing the straps of YN’s championship belt. The belt fell to the floor with a soft thud, a symbolic shedding of the weight she had carried throughout the match.

YN’s fingers moved to the buttons of Jeff’s shirt, her movements eager yet deliberate. With each button that came undone, their desire intensified, a flame that had been ignited by the adrenaline of the evening’s events.

Their clothes fell away one by one, each piece an offering of vulnerability and trust. Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them a reflection of their unspoken desires. The room was filled with the sound of their whispers, their breaths coming in sync as they explored each other with a newfound urgency.

Amidst the intensity, there were moments of tenderness—soft touches, lingering kisses, and whispered words of affirmation. The culmination of their journey, both individually and as a couple, had led them to this moment of raw connection.

As the night unfolded, their bodies danced in a rhythm only they could understand. Time seemed to blur, and their shared pleasure became a symphony of sighs and gasps, a testament to their intimacy and the bond they had cultivated.

In the aftermath, as they lay entwined, their breathing gradually slowed, and a sense of contentment settled over them. Jeff’s fingers traced patterns along YN’s skin, and she nestled her head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“You know,” Jeff whispered, his voice a gentle murmur, “tonight wasn’t just about the match. It was about us—our journey together.”

YN looked up at him, her eyes filled with affection. “You’re right. Every moment, every challenge, has led us here.”

As they drifted into sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, the room was filled with a sense of completion. Their love, their shared victories, and their unbreakable bond had brought them to this place of intimacy and connection. And as they rested, they knew that the journey was far from over, but they were ready to face whatever came their way, united in their love and the strength they found in each other.

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ametrinearrows · 8 months

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Struggles Between Love and Wrestling

Randy watched from a distance as YN and Seth Rollins shared a moment backstage. His jaw clenched and his fists tightened involuntarily. He couldn’t help but feel a surge of frustration as he saw his sister, YN, smiling at the man he had clashed with countless times in the ring – Seth Rollins.

“Why’d you have to go for him?” Randy muttered under his breath, his voice laced with a mix of annoyance and concern. He leaned against a nearby equipment crate, his eyes never leaving the pair as they laughed and talked.

YN and Randy had always been close. Growing up together in the world of professional wrestling had forged an unbreakable bond between them. They had faced challenges, triumphs, and defeats side by side. But this situation was different. Randy had seen the way Seth operated, the manipulations and betrayals that had left scars on their shared history. He couldn’t fathom why YN would be drawn to someone like him.

As he continued to watch them, Randy’s mind drifted back to their childhood. The memories of their parents teaching them the ropes of wrestling, the late-night conversations about their dreams, the times they had each other’s backs in the heat of battle – it was all so vivid in his mind. He had always been protective of YN, and that instinct was now kicking into overdrive.

Randy clenched his fists, a mixture of anger and worry churning within him. He had seen firsthand the destruction that could be wrought by volatile relationships, and he didn’t want his sister to experience that pain. But he also knew he couldn’t control her heart.

As YN and Seth finally parted ways, Randy straightened up, his gaze following YN’s figure as she walked towards him. She flashed him a warm smile, her eyes lighting up as she approached.

“Hey, Randy,” YN greeted, her voice filled with genuine affection.

“Hey,” Randy responded, trying to keep his tone casual despite the storm of emotions swirling within him.

YN’s brow furrowed slightly as she studied Randy’s expression. “Is something bothering you?”

Randy hesitated for a moment before deciding to speak his mind. “YN, I’ve seen the things Seth has done. The betrayals, the manipulation. I just… I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

YN’s smile faded, replaced by a more serious look. She reached out and placed a hand on Randy’s arm, her touch comforting. “I appreciate your concern, Randy. But people can change. Seth has been through a lot, just like we all have. I see something in him that maybe others don’t.”

Randy sighed, his frustration mingling with resignation. He couldn’t deny the validity of YN’s words. After all, he himself had sought redemption and a chance to change. But still, the worry persisted.

“Just promise me you’ll be careful,” Randy said, his voice softening. “I don’t want to see you get hurt like I’ve seen others get hurt.”

YN nodded, her eyes sincere. “I promise, Randy. And I know you’ll always have my back.”

Randy managed a small smile, his heartache momentarily eased by his sister’s understanding. As they stood there, the echoes of their shared past and the uncertainty of the future wrapped around them. Despite his reservations, Randy knew that he couldn’t stand in the way of YN’s choices. All he could do was be there for her, just as she had always been there for him.

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ametrinearrows · 7 months

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Doubting the Spotlight

After a grueling day, I found YN slumped over on the couch, her eyes focused on nothing in particular. The light that usually sparkled in her eyes was absent. "Hey," I began, settling down next to her. She lifted her gaze to meet mine, a small smile playing on her lips. "What's going on, YNN?" She shrugged, her eyes darting away from mine. "I don't know, Roman. I just... I can't seem to get things right in the ring anymore." I reached out, gently brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. "You're one of the best performers I know. Everyone has off days, YNN."

She looked at me, her eyes filled with doubt. "But what if it's not just an off day? What if I'm losing it?" I took her hand in mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Listen to me, YN YLN. You are stronger than you think, more talented than you believe. This is just a phase, and like every other challenge, you'll conquer it." "But..." I cut her off, my grip on her hand tightening. "No buts. You need to believe in yourself as much as I believe in you. You're not alone in this, YNN. I'm here, with you, every step of the way." A moment of silence passed between us before YN nodded, her shoulders relaxing slightly. "Thanks, Roman. That... that means a lot." I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "That's what love is, YNN. Being there for each other, through thick and thin." YN looked at me, her eyes glistening. She took a deep breath. "I guess I've just been feeling... overwhelmed. Not just by the wrestling, but by everything." I nodded, understanding her struggle. "This life can be tough, YNN. The travel, the pressure, the fans... it's a lot to handle. But remember, we're in this together." She leaned into me, her head resting against my shoulder. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Roman." I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer. "You don't have to find out. I'm not going anywhere." She let out a soft laugh, the first genuine one I'd heard in a while. "Promise?" "Promise," I confirmed, pressing another kiss to her forehead. "Now, how about we turn on some Netflix, order in, and just relax tonight? I think we could both use a break." YN sighed in contentment, nestling further into my side. "That sounds perfect, Roman. Thank you." As I reached for the remote, her hand on mine stilled me. "I love you, Roman," she confessed softly. I turned to meet her gaze, my heart swelling at her words. "I love you too, YNN." I reassured her, our fingers interweaving. Relaxed, we settled into the quiet of our home, ready to face whatever the next day would bring, together.

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ametrinearrows · 8 months

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Hurt

In the world of WWE, Shawn Michaels and YN YLN were more than just colleagues; they were the best of friends. Their camaraderie was legendary backstage, where they’d often share stories, jokes, and the occasional friendly competition. However, life on the road had its toll, and their paths hadn’t crossed in a while.

As the cheers of the crowd resonated through the arena, Shawn Michaels stepped into the ring to face his eternal rival, the Undertaker. The match was intense, each move executed with precision, and the audience was on the edge of their seats. But as fate would have it, a risky maneuver left Shawn clutching his back in pain. The match continued, but the damage was done.

Meanwhile, Triple H watched from the sidelines, his concern growing with every painful expression on Shawn’s face. As the match concluded, Triple H rushed to the locker room, his heart heavy with worry. He knew there was only one person who could bring solace to Shawn in times like this—YN YLN.

Triple H burst into YN’s locker room, his voice slightly frantic. “YN, you need to know. Shawn’s hurt, really hurt.”

YN’s eyes widened with shock, her concern mirroring Triple H’s urgency. “What? How bad is it?”

Triple H took a deep breath, his voice softening as he spoke. “He took quite a beating from the Undertaker. He’s hurt, but I know he’d feel better if you were there.”

YN’s heart raced as memories of their shared moments flooded her mind. Without a second thought, she hurriedly got up, her determination shining in her eyes. “I’m coming.”

She followed Triple H to Shawn’s locker room, where he was nursing his injuries. The pain was evident on his face, but his eyes lit up when he saw YN standing there. A mix of surprise and relief washed over him.

“YN,” Shawn whispered, his voice strained. “I didn’t expect…”

YN approached him with a gentle smile, her presence calming the room. “I heard what happened. Are you okay?”

Shawn managed a weak chuckle. “I’ll live, thanks to you guys watching my back.”

Triple H nodded in agreement. “He’s right. We’re a team, always looking out for each other.”

YN’s gaze never left Shawn’s. “You scared me, you know. You can’t just go getting hurt like this.”

Shawn grinned, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “Sorry to cause a fuss.”

YN’s expression softened. “Just promise me you’ll take it easy and let yourself heal.”

Shawn reached out and gently squeezed YN’s hand. “I promise.”

With a determined look, YN offered her support. “Alright, big guy, time for me to take care of you. Let’s get you home and on the mend.”

Triple H helped Shawn to his feet, and together they made their way to YN’s car. The journey to Shawn’s place was filled with lighthearted banter and reminiscing about their adventures together. Despite the pain he was in, Shawn couldn’t help but smile at the familiarity and warmth of their friendship.

Once they arrived at Shawn’s home, YN carefully guided him inside, making sure he was as comfortable as possible. She prepared a cozy space on the couch with pillows and blankets, ensuring he had everything he needed within reach.

“Here’s the remote, some water, and I’ll grab some painkillers,” YN said, moving around the living room with an air of practiced care.

Shawn chuckled softly. “Feels like old times, you taking care of me.”

YN handed him the painkillers with a playful roll of her eyes. “Don’t get used to it. You’re lucky this time.”

Over the next few days, YN became Shawn’s steadfast companion. She cooked his favorite meals, made sure he took his medication, and provided a listening ear whenever he needed to vent about the frustrations of being sidelined. Their conversations flowed effortlessly, a mix of laughter, reminiscing, and supportive words.

As Shawn’s injuries slowly improved, YN also found creative ways to keep him entertained without pushing his body too hard. They watched classic wrestling matches, played video games, and even attempted to recreate some of their favorite wrestling moves (with Shawn’s movements limited, of course).

One evening, as the sun set outside, casting a warm glow in the room, Shawn looked at YN with gratitude in his eyes. “You’ve made this recovery feel a lot less lonely.”

YN smiled back, her gaze soft. “That’s what friends are for, Shawn. I could never stop caring.”

Weeks went by, and Shawn’s injuries began to heal, thanks in no small part to YN’s dedicated care. As he regained his strength, they decided it was time for him to step back into the ring. YN stood by his side, cheering him on from the sidelines during his training sessions.

On the day of his comeback match, Shawn’s nerves were palpable. YN, however, exuded confidence. “You’ve got this. Just remember, I’ll be cheering the loudest.”

As Shawn’s music blared through the arena, he walked out with newfound determination. The match was fierce, but Shawn’s spirit was unbreakable. With each move he executed, he could almost feel YN’s unwavering support propelling him forward.

After the match, victorious and exhausted, Shawn made his way backstage to find YN waiting for him with a triumphant grin. “See? I told you that you had it in you.”

Shawn chuckled, a mix of relief and pride in his eyes. “Couldn’t have done it without you, YN.”

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ametrinearrows · 7 months

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A Heart's Spotlight

After his match, Dolph found himself back in the locker room, catching his breath and reliving the adrenaline of the ring. YN entered, a towel draped over her shoulder, and Dolph's heart skipped a beat.

"Great match out there, Dolph," YN said with genuine admiration in her voice.

Dolph flashed a grateful smile. "Thanks, YN. Means a lot coming from you."

YN chuckled softly. "You've always been a force to reckon with. I remember watching your matches even before I joined WWE."

Dolph's eyes lit up with surprise and a hint of pride. "I love how you remember that."

Their eyes locked, and in that moment, the world around them seemed to fade away. It was as if they were the only two people in the universe. The connection between them was undeniable.

As the night continued, Dolph and YN found themselves stealing glances at each other whenever they could. It was as if their paths were meant to cross on this special night.

Later, at the post-event celebration, Dolph and YN found themselves standing by the catering table, engaged in an animated conversation. The noise of the party seemed to fade into the background as they shared stories, laughed, and discovered common interests.

YN's laughter was like music to Dolph's ears. "You have the most contagious laugh," he remarked, a genuine grin on his face.

Blushing slightly, YN replied, "And you have a way of making people feel comfortable around you."

Dolph hesitated for a moment, then took a breath. "YN, there's something I've been wanting to say all night. Being around you feels... different. It's like we're on the same wavelength, and I can't ignore this connection between us."

YN's eyes searched his, and she nodded in agreement. "I feel it too, Dolph. It's like we're drawn to each other."

As the night progressed, Dolph and YN's connection deepened. They found themselves stealing quiet moments together, away from the chaos of the celebration. Under the stars, they stood on a balcony, overlooking the city.

"Dolph," YN began softly, "this might sound crazy, but I've never felt this way before. It's like you've brought a new light into my life."

Dolph reached for her hand, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "YN, I've been in this business for a while, but I've never met someone who understands me like you do. You're a breath of fresh air."

Their eyes locked, and without another word, they leaned in, their lips meeting in a gentle, yet passionate kiss. In that moment, it was as if the world had stopped, and all that mattered was the love they had found in each other's arms.

The night air wrapped around Dolph and YN as they lingered on the balcony, their lips parting but their hearts still entwined. Their foreheads rested against each other, breaths intermingling.

Dolph's fingers brushed a strand of hair away from YN's face. "You know, they say that sometimes the best things in life are the ones you don't see coming."

YN chuckled softly. "I used to think that was just a saying, but now I believe it."

Their fingers remained interlocked, their unspoken emotions flowing between them like an electric current. As the celebration continued behind them, their private world seemed to expand, encompassing all the possibilities of their newfound connection.

"Dolph, can I be honest?" YN asked, her eyes searching his.

"Of course," he replied, his voice gentle.

"This might be a whirlwind, but I don't want it to end. I want to see where this takes us, together."

Dolph's smile held a mix of affection and sincerity. "YN, I've been waiting for this kind of connection for a long time. And I'm not about to let it slip away."

With those words, they sealed their promise with another kiss, their lips moving in harmony as their hearts danced to the rhythm of their shared feelings. The balcony seemed to shrink, the world shrinking to just the two of them.

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Sicky

YN had been looking forward to competing in her first Summer Slam for months. It was all she could think about for the last couple of weeks and the anticipation was overwhelming but also welcomed. However, fate was not working in her favor. With just a little over a week left until the major event, she woke up feeling absolutely miserable. Her head was pounding, nose running, and couldn’t seem to keep anything she ate down, no matter how little the amount was.

After making the necessary phone calls to Vince and Hunter, she dialed the person who had been her hype man since the very beginning of her career, Dean Ambrose.

“Hey, YNN! What’s up?” Jon’s voice echoed out of her speaker, and she could hear the smile that had no doubt written itself on his face.

“Well...” YN began but was thrown it a fit of coughing before she even get out what she wanted to tell the man.

“Shit, YN, that sounded rough.”

“It was. It's been like this all morning.” she stated into her phone as she laid down on the couch. “This year might not be my year for Summer Slam after all.”

“Think you’ll be that sick for that long?” the man questioned after a silent ‘thank you’ to whoever he was talking to on the other end. “I mean you do have a week to get better. Just over a week, actually.”

“Maybe not this sick, but most likely I won’t be up to par enough to wrestle. I’m also not trying to get Becky or Asuka sick either. Hell, I don’t want to be the reason anyone gets sick, to be honest.” She confessed and pulled a blanket over her. “All that and H has done said my health is more important than the match anyway. Said to take care of myself and not to worry about it.”

“He has a good point there.” He said while it sounded like he was getting into his car. “Would it help if I brought soup or something?”

YN shook her head even though she knew that he couldn’t see her. “No. I mean, would I like it? Yeah of course. But I don’t think I could keep it down. I ate just a piece of toast this morning for breakfast, and it was back up within fifteen minutes. Plus, I don’t want to get you sick too. You’ve got a big match coming up, Mr. Ambrose. You don’t need to be as sick as I am either.”

“You’ve got hand sanitizer and cleaning supplies, right?” Jon questioned.

She knew exactly where the conversation was going and by that point, he had made up his mind. There was no way to get out of him coming over to take care of her. So, YN sighed, “Yeah.”

“Then that’s the end of the conversation. I’ll be there in an hour.” he said and YNN could hear him start up his car. “Don’t worry, sicky, I got my key. Take a nap or something.”

“Why you gotta be stubborn?” she questioned with a sniffle.

“Because I care. Now, nap. Be there in a little while.” he answered and added a ‘bye’ before hanging up the phone.

The YHC haired girl decided to take her best friend’s advice and get some sleep hoping that it would magically take some of the misery away.

“I thought you were just bringing soup.” she stated, her voice was still scratchy, and everything seemed to be just as bad as it was before other than the pounding in her head had let up some.

Jon turned to look at her and shrugged. “I figured fresh would probably do you more good.”

She nodded and looked around the kitchen. The whole room, other than the small part of it that he was using, had been cleaned top to bottom. Dishes from the night before had been washed, countertops had been wiped down and by the container of Clorox wipes by the stove, everything had been sanitized.

“You cleaned the kitchen?” YN questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes, sicky, I cleaned the kitchen. I’m here to take care of you and your place for the time being. Now, go back to being that cute and cozy little burrito you were when I came into the house and let me do my thing. Soup will be ready in 5 minutes.” the blonde-haired man said as he turned back to the pot.

Thought she wanted so much to fight him on it, YN knew it wouldn’t do her no good. So, she did as she was told and went back to her spot on the couch, wrapped herself back up in her blanket and turned on the tv.

Five minutes later Jon walked into the living room with bowl in hand. “Here you go, and I also got some meds for you to take after. Hopefully you can keep everything down long enough for the pills to kick in.”

“You didn’t have to do all of this, you know?” she asked with a grateful smile written on her face.

Jon sat down next to her on the couch and said, “No, what kind of person would I be if I left my best friend to suffer alone? Not a very good one, I can tell you that right now.”

“Thank you. Even though staying away from me was a better option that I know you would have never taken up, but I do appreciate everything.”

Jon smiled. “There is nowhere else I would rather be. Eat up, soup’s getting cold.”

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ametrinearrows · 6 months

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In The Stands

Something hadn’t felt right when I walked into the arena. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary at first glance walking in. Everybody was rushing around the place acting totally normal. Set crews were here, there and everywhere making sure everything was set for tonight’s show. Other superstars were just getting to the arena as well and getting settled. Everything seemed to be just as it always was.

That was until Miz came running up to me as I was just about to go into my locker room. “Hey, Logan.” he greeted as he tried to catch his breath. “Have you seen or heard from YN?”

YN YLN was my girlfriend of about a year and just so happened to be Mike’s little cousin. The girl was also a WWE Superstar as well. My girl’s got talent that went beyond any level you could have imagined, and I'll brag on that every chance I get.

I shook my head. “Nah, man, not today.” I said as I opened the door. “She did say something last night about coming up here early to get some solo bumps in but other than that I haven’t really heard from her. Have you checked her locker room? She might have crashed with how early she said she wanted to get here.”

It was normal for YNN to wake up early in the morning to head to the area for solo bumps. She says it's nice and peaceful when no one is here but her. Gave her time to think. But on more than one occasion I have found her dead asleep on a bench in her locker room because she went too far on little body fuel. The first time I found her like that, her breathing had evened out so much that it looked like she wasn’t breathing at all, and I freaked out. It wasn’t my best moment, but I care about her wellbeing.

“I did.” Mike stated and placed his hands on his sides. “She’s not in there. I’ve checked to see if maybe she was talking to Vince. He hadn’t seen her. The girl isn’t in the ring doing bumps or passed out. The arena’s manager said YNN was here this morning, and he hasn’t seen her leave. At this point I’ve ran out of places to look.”

He followed me into my locker room as I went to set my bags down. “I’ll try her phone maybe she’s gone to get a bite to eat.”

Mike shook his head. “Don’t bother.” he said and sat down on the closest bench. “YNN left that in the pocket of her bag. I saw it when I went in there looking for her.”

I nodded. “I’ll see if I can find her. Stay here in case she comes looking for me and call me if she does.” With a nod from Miz I headed out of the locker room.

As I searched the labyrinthine that was the backstage area for my missing girlfriend, I asked every other person I saw if they had seen any sign of her. If it wasn’t a disheartening shrug, it was a sympathy filled look. No one had seen her it seemed like and if they had, they weren’t about to say anything. It wasn’t until I stepped out into the stadium and ran into Stephanie, who was talking to the set manager, that I had some sort of a clue.

“Hey Steph, you wouldn’t happen to have seen YN anywhere around, have you?” I asked as I walked up to the Co-CEO of the company. The worry was undoubtedly painted on my face by now.

Stephanie looked up at me from the pieces of paper she had in her hand. “Ummm, yeah, actually. Not too long ago.”

“Where?” I questioned but instead of answering she just motioned up to the top of the bleachers with her head. I looked up in the direction she had motioned to and saw a small familiar figure off in the distance on the very last row of seats. “Ah, thank you.”

After hopping over the placed barricade, I slowly made my way up the stairs. As I got closer, I could see the light reflecting from tears that had rolled down her face. YNN had her knees pulled up to her chest and she was hugging them tightly to herself. I didn’t know what was making her feel this way, but I was determined to fix whatever it was.

“Hey, Babygirl.” I said softly as I took the closest seat next to her. “Why are you up here all alone?” Pulling her to me, I kissed the top of her head gently. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s... it’s been a long week.” YN said as she looked up at me, her eyes red and puffy from crying. “And with WrestleMania this weekend, I’m feeling the pressure. So much so that when I came up here to take a break earlier, I... I couldn’t get myself to get back up and down to the ring.” she sniffled as she tried to compose herself. “I train the way I do not to prove anything to anyone, or to myself because I know what I can do and what I'm capable of, but because I’m feeling of being the biggest letdown if I'm not at the top of my game.”

I laid my head gently on top of hers and said, “Baby, the pressure isn’t the thing you need to worry about, and neither is being a letdown. You, my love, are the only one I know that can push back the pressure like it wasn’t even there in the first place. There’s nothing you can’t do when you put your mind to it. You’ve got WrestleMania in the bag, sweetheart, there’s no doubt in my mind about that. I’ve seen you push yourself to the brink of exhaustion and even over the line just to be ready for a normal day at work. Which I do have to admit, isn’t necessarily good for you either, may I add.”

YNN let out a soft giggle. “I do have a bad habit of doing that, don’t I?”

“Uhhh, you think?” I asked with a chuckle of my own. “You know how to worry me and Mike, is all I'm saying. Oh, and next time it happens, I'm totally getting Hunter on your cute butt.” I booped her nose slightly which brought a smile to her face.

My YHC haired girl leaned into my hold, letting loose the grip she had around her knees so she could wrap them around me. “How do you always know what to say to make it all feel okay again?”

“Oh, I don’t. But I’ve been with you long enough to know that when you’re downing yourself you need to know what the people you care for most are thinking and so I just speak my thoughts the way I think them and hope it works.” I admit as I close her into my hold.

“Mike’s worried isn’t he.” she questions after a second or two of silence.

I nodded slightly. “Out of his ever-loving mind.”

YN sighed and looked up at me with her YEC eyes twinkling with a new kind of light. “Guess we should go let him know I haven’t gone insane yet.” With that she and I stood up and walked down the stairs, over the barricade, and back to my locker room.

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ametrinearrows · 6 months

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Rekindling Hearts

Jeff found himself gazing at YN from a distance backstage, lost in memories of their time together. His thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of Lita, a fellow WWE superstar and YN's good friend. Lita, with her perceptive nature, sensed the longing in Jeff's eyes.

Approaching Jeff with a knowing smile, Lita spoke softly, "You still care about her, don't you?"

Jeff's heart skipped a beat as he looked at Lita, surprised by her insight. "What do you mean?" he asked cautiously.

Lita chuckled, her eyes filled with understanding. "I can tell, Jeff. Just like I can tell that YN still feels the same way about you."

Jeff's brows furrowed in confusion. "How can you be so sure?"

"Loving someone leaves a mark on your heart that time can't erase," Lita explained. "YN's eyes light up when she talks about you. She might not admit it, but I've seen it."

Jeff's mind raced as he absorbed Lita's words. He had never stopped caring for YN, and now, knowing that the feelings might be mutual, his heart began to race with a mixture of hope and uncertainty.

As the days went by, Jeff and YN found themselves sharing moments backstage. A simple smile here, a fleeting glance there – small gestures that carried the weight of their shared history. They began to reminisce about the times when their love was the center of their worlds, before the adrenaline of the ring took over.

One evening, as the sun set behind the arena, Jeff mustered the courage to confront YN. "Can we talk?" he asked, his voice a mix of nerves and longing.

YN looked at him, her eyes softening. "Sure, Jeff."

They found a quiet corner away from the bustling backstage area, and Jeff took a deep breath. "Lita told me something," he began, his gaze locked on YN's.

YN raised an eyebrow curiously. "Oh? And what's that?"

"She told me that you might still have feelings for me," Jeff admitted, his vulnerability on display.

YN's cheeks flushed slightly, but she didn't shy away from his gaze. "And what do you think?"

Jeff took a step closer, his heart pounding. "I think... I still care about you too. More than I ever realized."

Tears shimmered in YN's eyes as she reached out to touch his hand. "Jeff, our love might have taken a backseat to our careers, but it never truly went away."

As they held each other's gaze, the weight of their shared history and unspoken emotions hung in the air. The wrestling arena around them seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in that tender moment.

Later that night the arena was buzzing with anticipation as YN YLN stepped into the ring to face off against Stacy Keibler. The crowd roared with excitement, the energy palpable in the air. YN was determined to prove herself not just as a former love interest of Jeff Hardy, but as a formidable wrestler in her own right.

As the match began, YN and Stacy locked up, showcasing their agility and strength. YN's determination was evident in her every move, her eyes locked onto her opponent. The match swung back and forth, each woman displaying her unique skills and signature moves.

At ringside, Test stood with a calculating expression, his gaze fixed on the action in the ring. YN's dominance was becoming increasingly clear, as she managed to counter Stacy's moves with precision and grace. The crowd's cheers grew louder with every successful maneuver she executed.

However, as YN gained the upper hand, Test's patience seemed to wear thin. He could hardly believe that YN was outclassing Stacy so thoroughly. Unbeknownst to the referee, Test seized an opportunity when YN had Stacy in a submission hold. He reached over the ropes and pulled YN off of Stacy, causing the crowd to erupt in boos and jeers.

YN was visibly shocked and frustrated by this interference. She glared at Test, her expression a mix of anger and disbelief. The referee began to admonish Test, but the damage had been done. Stacy took advantage of the distraction, quickly recovering and launching herself at YN.

Just as Stacy was about to capitalize on the situation, a familiar theme song echoed throughout the arena. The crowd's cheers turned into a deafening roar as Jeff Hardy sprinted down the ramp, his eyes locked on Test. Jeff's face was a mix of determination and fury, fueled by the sight of Test interfering in YN's match.

Test turned his attention away from the ring just in time to see Jeff's furious onslaught. Jeff's fists were a blur as he pummeled Test, the impact of each blow sending a clear message: interfering in YN's match was not going to go unpunished.

Meanwhile, YN had recovered from the shock of Test's interference and was back on her feet. With a renewed fire in her eyes, she turned her focus back to Stacy. YN unleashed a flurry of powerful moves, her determination evident in every strike and grapple. The crowd rallied behind her, their cheers fueling her energy.

Back at ringside, Jeff's rage had not subsided. He continued to rain down blows on Test, his anger and protectiveness over YN propelling his actions. The chaos at ringside and the intensity in the ring created a whirlwind of excitement that had the entire arena on its feet.

With Jeff's help, YN managed to regain control of the match. She executed her signature move, the with impeccable precision. The impact resonated through the ring as she covered Stacy for the pinfall. The referee's hand slapped the mat three times, signaling YN's victory.

The arena erupted in cheers as YN's hand was raised in triumph. She shared a triumphant smile with Jeff, their unspoken connection stronger than ever. As they stood side by side, the message was clear: their bond, forged through love and shared passion, was unbreakable.

In the aftermath of the match, Test retreated up the ramp, nursing his wounds, while YN and Jeff shared a celebratory embrace in the ring. The WWE Universe had witnessed not only an exhilarating match, but a powerful display of loyalty, love, and the resilience of two individuals who had found their way back to each other, both in the ring and in their hearts.

As the adrenaline from the intense match began to subside, YN and Jeff found themselves catching their breath in the middle of the ring. The deafening cheers of the WWE Universe surrounded them, a testament to the electrifying spectacle they had just delivered.

YN turned to Jeff, a grateful smile on her face. "Jeff, I can't thank you enough for coming out there and having my back. That was incredible."

Jeff grinned back at her, his eyes shining with a mixture of pride and affection. "Hey, anything for you, YNN. We've always had each other's backs, right?"

YN nodded, her heart racing for more reasons than just the match. "Yeah, we have."

There was a brief pause, a moment charged with unspoken emotions. Then, Jeff took a step closer to YN, his voice gentle. "You know, YNN, it's been a while since we've spent time together outside of the ring."

YN's heart skipped a beat, her curiosity piqued. "What are you suggesting, Jeff?"

A mischievous glint danced in Jeff's eyes as he took a deep breath. "Well, how about we break tradition and go out on a date? Just like old times?"

YN felt her cheeks flush with surprise and excitement. Jeff was right – it had been years since they had shared a moment outside the ring. And the idea of spending time with him, without the pressures of the WWE, was incredibly appealing.

A smile tugged at the corners of YN's lips. "I think that's a fantastic idea, Jeff."

Jeff's grin widened, and he took a step even closer. "Great. How about tomorrow night? I know this cozy little restaurant that's perfect for catching up."

YN's heart raced as she met Jeff's gaze, her answer clear in her eyes. "Tomorrow night sounds perfect."

The tension between them was palpable, a mix of nostalgia, attraction, and a renewed connection. And in that moment, neither of them could deny the feelings that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long.

Without hesitation, Jeff leaned in, his lips brushing softly against YN's. The kiss was tender, a sweet blend of familiarity and newfound emotion. It felt like a promise, a confirmation of the sparks that had never truly faded between them.

When they finally pulled away, YN's heart was racing, her cheeks flushed. Jeff smiled at her, his thumb brushing gently against her cheek. "I can't wait for tomorrow night, YNN."

"Me neither," she replied, her voice soft but filled with anticipation.

As they made their way out of the ring, hand in hand, the cheers of the WWE Universe followed them. When they disappeared into the backstage area, their intertwined fingers spoke volumes about the connection they shared. The wrestling world was full of drama and intensity, but in that moment, all that mattered was the promise of a new beginning – a chance for Jeff and YN to explore the love that had never truly faded, even after all these years.

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Nothing Has Changed

As I stand here, watching Roman Reigns make his way to the ring with that signature confidence, I can't help but reminisce about the journey we've shared. The crowd's cheers are deafening, and it's amazing to see how far he's come. It feels like yesterday when we were just two young dreamers with a shared passion for wrestling.

We've been through it all together – the highs, the lows, the victories, and the setbacks. From our humble beginnings on the independent circuit to the grand stages of WWE, our bond has remained unbreakable. I remember the countless hours of training, the road trips to different promotions, and the late-night conversations where we would talk about our dreams becoming reality.

Now, as I watch him dominate the wrestling world, I can't help but smile. The spotlight suits him, and he's embraced his role with a fierceness that only he possesses. But amidst all the success and fame, one thing has remained constant: our friendship.

I think back to all the times we've supported each other, both inside and outside the ring. The pep talks before big matches, the reassuring nods when things didn't go as planned, and the genuine celebrations when we achieved our goals. No matter how much our lives have changed, the essence of our connection has stayed the same.

As Roman delivers his powerful promo in the center of the ring, I can almost hear his words directed at me. "Acknowledge me," he demands from the WWE Universe. And I do, in my own way, from my spot backstage. Because behind those words is a depth of understanding that only a friend like me can have.

Our paths may have diverged in some ways – me taking a different route in the wrestling world while he ascended to superstardom – but nothing has changed between us. The camaraderie, the trust, and the unspoken bond are as strong as ever. I can feel his determination reverberating through the screen, and I know that he can feel my unwavering support, even from afar.

So here's to you, Roman Reigns, my best friend and a force to be reckoned with in the ring. As I stand here, watching you capture the hearts of millions, I want you to know that nothing has changed between us. Our friendship remains as solid as the day we first shook hands and embarked on this incredible journey together.

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Love's Leap

Seth Rollins and I had been the best of friends for years in the intense world of WWE. We had traveled together, trained together, and faced countless challenges side by side. But lately, something had shifted between us, something that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

One evening, as we were both backstage before a show, I decided to confide in one of my fellow Superstars, Ember Moon. She was perceptive and had a way of cutting straight to the heart of things.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I leaned against a stack of equipment cases. "Ember, something's different with Seth and me, and I don't know what to do about it."

She looked at me with a knowing smile. "You mean the whole 'best friends' thing is getting a little complicated?"

I nodded, feeling a mixture of frustration and longing. "Exactly. I can't help but wonder if there's something more between us, but I'm afraid to ruin our friendship."

Ember raised an eyebrow. "Well, have you talked to him about it?"

I shook my head. "No, I haven't. I don't even know how to bring it up."

Ember gave me an encouraging nudge. "YN, sometimes you just have to be honest with yourself and with him. You can try asking him how he feels. It might be scary, but it's better than letting your feelings linger in the shadows."

Her words hit home, and I knew she was right. It was time to have that conversation with Seth, no matter how daunting it seemed.

Later that evening, as we were both sitting in the locker room, I mustered the courage to broach the subject. "Seth, can I talk to you about something?"

He looked up from lacing his boots, his blue eyes meeting mine. "Sure, YNN. What's on your mind?"

I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. "Lately, I've been feeling like there's something more between us, something beyond just friendship. Have you ever thought about that?"

Seth's expression softened, and he set aside his boots, giving me his full attention. "YNN, I've been feeling the same way."

Relief washed over me as I realized that we were on the same page. "Really?"

He nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah. I didn't want to say anything because I didn't want to risk our friendship, but if you feel the same way..."

I couldn't help but smile back at him. "I do, Seth. I really do."

And in that moment, our friendship transformed into something more, something that had been simmering beneath the surface for years. It was scary, but it was also exciting, a new chapter in our lives together.

Our lips met in a sweet, hesitant kiss that spoke volumes of our unspoken feelings. It was a kiss filled with years of shared moments, trust, and a newfound desire to explore this uncharted territory of love.

Seth pulled away slightly, his forehead resting against mine. "YNN, I can't believe we're doing this."

I chuckled softly, my fingers gently tracing his cheek. "Me neither, Seth. But sometimes, you have to take a leap of faith."

He grinned, his eyes filled with affection. "I'm glad we're taking this leap together."

We shared another kiss, this one deeper and more passionate, a promise of what was to come. As we pulled away, Seth spoke, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and tenderness. "So, where do we go from here, YN?"

I leaned in, resting my forehead against his. "We take it one step at a time, Seth. We've got a strong foundation as friends, and now we're building something even stronger."

He nodded in agreement. "I like the sound of that."

As we continued to talk, the fear of jeopardizing our friendship slowly melted away. We discussed how we would navigate our new relationship within the world of WWE, where our lives were often on public display.

Seth squeezed my hand, his eyes locked onto mine. "No matter what, YNN, we'll face it together."

I smiled, feeling a sense of security in his words. "Together, Seth."

And with that, we sealed our newfound love with another kiss, knowing that whatever challenges lay ahead, we had each other to lean on. Our journey had taken an unexpected turn, but it was a journey we were both excited to embark upon, hand in hand, as lovers and best friends.

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Divert

Being a part of DX had its fair share of highs and lows, and today was definitely one of those challenging moments. The tension in the locker room was palpable, and I found myself embroiled in a heated argument with my best friend, Triple H. The disagreement had escalated quickly, and our voices echoed off the walls as we stood face to face.

"Shawn, you're not seeing the bigger picture here," Hunter insisted, his frustration evident in his tone.

I shook my head, my own frustration mounting. "No, Hunter, you're the one who's missing the point!"

The intensity of our argument seemed to rattle the room, drawing the attention of our fellow DX members, YN and Chyna. YN, my closest friend and confidante, exchanged a knowing look with Chyna. With a quick, unspoken understanding, they both slipped away from the scene, choosing not to get caught up in the crossfire.

As the door closed behind them, I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. It was never my intention to involve anyone else in our quarrel, especially not YN. She and I had a bond that went beyond wrestling – a friendship that had seen us through the highs and lows of life in and out of the ring.

"Shawn, we need to figure this out," Hunter pressed, his voice calmer now but still firm.

I ran a hand through my hair, taking a deep breath to steady myself. "You're right, Hunter. We can't let this tear us apart."

With a nod of agreement, we both took a step back, allowing the tension in the room to dissipate. It was in moments like these that I missed having YN around. Her presence had a way of diffusing even the most heated situations, and her perspective was always invaluable.

As the minutes passed, Hunter and I managed to work through our differences, finding common ground once again. As the tension lifted, we both shared a weary smile, the bond between us stronger than any disagreement.

Later that evening, as we all gathered for dinner, YN and Chyna joined us once again, their presence a welcome relief. YN caught my eye and gave me a reassuring smile, silently letting me know that everything was okay.

After dinner, as we lounged around, YN turned to me, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "So, you and Hunter finally worked things out?"

I chuckled, grateful for her ability to lighten the mood. "Yeah, we did."

Chyna grinned, chiming in. "Good. We were worried for a second there."

YN leaned back, a thoughtful look in her eyes. "Well, you guys are like family. It's only natural to have disagreements."

I nodded, my appreciation for YN's wisdom growing by the minute. "You're right, YNN. And it's friends like you who help us see things clearly."

She flashed me a warm smile, a silent acknowledgment of our enduring friendship. In that moment, I felt a deep sense of gratitude for YN and her unwavering support.

After the lively dinner and engaging conversations, YN and I finally found ourselves back in our hotel room. The atmosphere was far more relaxed than it had been earlier in the DX locker room, and I couldn't help but feel relieved that the tension had dissipated. YN flopped down onto the couch with a contented sigh, while I leaned against the wall, lost in thought.

"Quite a day, huh?" YN said, breaking the silence.

I chuckled softly, joining her on the couch. "You could say that."

She looked at me with an amused glint in her eyes. "You and Hunter always manage to make things interesting."

I smirked. "It wouldn't be DX without a little drama, right?"

YN laughed, her laughter contagious. "True. But at least you guys managed to patch things up."

"Yeah, we did," I replied, my tone reflecting the sense of accomplishment that came with resolving conflicts.

We sat in comfortable silence for a while, the hum of the hotel room air conditioner providing a soothing background noise. YN's presence was always a source of comfort, a reminder that there were people who understood me beyond the persona I projected in the wrestling world.

After a moment, YN turned to me with a mischievous smile. "You know, you owe me an explanation for what that argument was all about."

I chuckled, knowing that YN was as persistent as she was perceptive. "It's just one of those things, YNN. Sometimes Hunter and I have our differences, but at the end of the day, we're like brothers."

She nodded thoughtfully. "I get it. But you're not off the hook that easily, Shawn Michaels."

I raised an eyebrow playfully. "Oh, really? And what do you plan on doing about it?"

YN leaned closer, her gaze unwavering. "I'll keep bugging you until you spill the details. You know I have my ways."

I couldn't help but laugh, a genuine expression of joy that came from knowing YN so well. "Alright, alright. I'll tell you everything."

As I regaled her with the details of the argument and the subsequent resolution, YN listened attentively, her expressions shifting from amusement to empathy and back again. It was in moments like these that I was reminded of the depth of our friendship – the way we could share our innermost thoughts without judgment.

When I finished recounting the events, YN reached over and gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. "You and Hunter may clash sometimes, but the fact that you always find your way back to each other speaks volumes."

I smiled at her, feeling a surge of gratitude for her insights. "Thanks, YNN. I'm lucky to have you as a friend."

YN grinned. "And don't you forget it."

We spent the rest of the evening talking, sharing stories, and enjoying each other's company. As the night wore on, the conversations grew lighter, and any lingering traces of tension from earlier seemed to evaporate completely.

As I settled onto my bed, ready to call it a night, I looked at YN with a genuine warmth in my eyes. "You know, YNN, even in the midst of all the chaos, you always manage to bring a sense of calm to my world."

She smiled back, her eyes reflecting the same sentiment. "Likewise, Shawn. We've got each other's backs, no matter what."

With that comforting thought in mind, I drifted off to sleep, grateful for YN's friendship and the unwavering support she brought into my life – both in and out of the wild world of wrestling.

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