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wrestlingdivas2k23 · 5 months

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#wwe #wwe divas #wwe women's division #wwe raw #wwe smackdown #wwe womens wrestling #wwe network #wrestling #nxt 2.0 #nxt women's division #nxt #wwe nxt #wwe news

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sydsaint · 2 years

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Summary: The reader is the Smackdown champ who's always avoided The Bloodline. One night newcomer Solo Sikoa comes calling with a business proposition for her. But Sikoa's proposal has ulterior motives behind it.

It's Solo Sikoa's third week on SmackDown, and Roman has finally granted him some freedom to start getting familiar with the roster. So, with Sami at his side, Solo takes to the backstage area during the show to see who he can meet.

"There aren't really many people who are going to want to be friends with you, I'm sorry to say," Sami warns Solo as they walk through the mostly empty hallway. "Not everyone around here likes to show the Bloodline the respect they deserve." He clenches his jaw slightly.

Solo nods, not really phased by Sami's warning. "What about all the women on the roster?" He asks Sami. "How come Roman hasn't roped in any girls to the Bloodline? I mean, he let you join, after all."

"I don't know." Sami shrugs. "I guess none of these girls are good enough to be in the Bloodline. According to Roman, anyway."

"Really?" Solo scoffs. "None of them? Come on, there's got to be at least one around here." He insists. "What about the women's champ? Who's got the belt right now?"

Sami stops walking and shakes his head. "Y/N? No, definitely not her." He warns Sikoa. "Her and Roman have never gotten along.

"Show me where her locker room is," Sikoa replies. "I bet that I can get her on board." He insists.

Truthfully, Sikoa knows exactly who you are. He's known for months now. And he's determined to make you his. So this right here is his chance to finally get with you. He's just using The Bloodline as an excuse to get to you.

Across the backstage area, you are sitting in your private locker room lacing up your boots when someone knocks at the door.

"Come on, really?" You groan and drop the delicate laces, a good chunk of your progress ruined. "Yes? Can I help- Sami Zayn?" You scoff when you open the door to reveal the ginger.

Sami puts on his best smile and prays that you don't slam the door on him. "Y/N, hey!" He greets you. "Sorry to bother you and all. I know that you're probably busy, being women's champ and all."

"Spit it out, Zayn." You reply dryly.

"Right." Sami nods. "See the thing is.." He rambles nervously.

You go to shut the door on Zayn, his ranking giving you a headache. But before the door can shut all the way, a foot lodges in the door. You glare at Sami, blaming him immediately.

"Not so fast, champ." Solo steps into the doorway, removing his foot from the threshold. "I came to talk." He informs you.

You stare down the man that has dared to block you from slamming the door. At first, you assume that it's one of the twins. But on further inspection, you realize that it has to be a different brother.

"There's a third Uso now?" You scoff. "What makes you think that I'd ever want to talk with you?" You ask him. "I don't like Roman or the twins. So I think that it's safe to say that I won't like you either."

You go to shut the door again but Solo braces his arm against it. "Oh no baby, we're gonna talk first." He insists. "Whether you like it or not. So, you wanna do this the easy way? Or the hard way?" He challenges you, arm still braced against the door.

You stare at this third Uso brother and his determined expression. 'Interesting ' You think to yourself. 'This ones got some balls.'

"Fine." You step back from the door to let him in. "You've got five minutes. And don't waste my time."

Solo nods with a satisfied smile and steps into the room. Sami steps forward as well but you stop him in the doorway. "No. Not you, Zayn." You shake your head. "You get to stay out here."

You shut the door on Sami and turn around to find Solo sitting in your chair. You laugh at his boldness and walk over to him.

"You've got some fucking nerve, my man." You compliment him. "So. Five minutes. What do you want?" You lean against your vanity.

Solo gets back to his feet with a stone-faced expression. "Word around the block is that you're the best around." He informs you. "But, you don't play well with others." He walks up to you.

"And?" You reply arms crossed over your chest. "The women on this roster aren't much of a challenge for me. What's that have to do with you?" You ask him.

"I think that we should team up." Solo replies matter-of-factly. "Just you and me. Since you hate Rom and my bros so much."

You raise your brows at the proposal. "Team up? Us?" You laugh. "And why in the hell would I do that? As far as I can tell, you're no different from Jimmy and Jey."

"Oh, I guarantee that I'm way different." Solo replies, stepping closer to you again. "And that tough girl act? It ain't gonna work on me, sweetie."

You hold your ground, despite Sikoa's growing proximity. And you have to admit. He seems much different than the twins. "Okay, maybe you are." You shrug. "What's in it for me?" You ask him.

"Oh, I'll make it worth your wild, baby." Solo promises. "I promise you that." He leans in as close as he can get without touching you.

A staring contest ensures, neither one of you willing to break first. A smile hints at the corner of your mouth and you nod. "Alright, big boy. I'll give you till the end of the night to impress me." You inform him. "Do that and I'm all yours for whatever you think you need me for. Just keep your brothers out of my way, yeah?"

Solo nods with another satisfied grin and steps away from you. He walks over to the door and turns back to you after it opens. "Oh, I don't need anything from you, sweetie. It's more of a want if you catch my drift. And I always take what I want." He winks and shuts the door behind him as he leaves.

#wwe fanfiction #wweedit #wwe fandom #wwe imagine #wwe x reader #solo sikoa #the bloodline #roman reigns #jey uso #jimmy uso #sami zayn #el generico #smackdown #raw #tribal chief #nxt 2.0 #nxt

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nokneepadsnoproblem · 7 months

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This match was such a treat. Trunks and boots catch-as-catch-can style match - and in 2023.

Tyler Bate vs Charlie Dempsey

NXT Level Up 9/15/2023

#tyler bate #charlie dempsey #wwe nxt #nxt level up #nxt lvl up #nxt 2.0 #trunks and boots #big strong boi #thick thighs

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milesworld96 · 6 months

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I just went on another rampage rewatching segments of The Way, I’m sobbing I miss them sm together

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alanangels · 1 year

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JOHNNY

#wwe #nxt 2.0 #grayson waller #johnny gargano #candice lerae

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princedevitt · 3 months

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#Giovanni Vinci #WWE NXT #Imperium #my gifs #NXT 2.0

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imvgeswrestling · 8 months

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#walter #wwe #ringside #no action #wrestling #tv show #nxt 2.0 #nxt #male #singles #*mine

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cashordashdoesntmatter · 11 months

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The Creed Brothers had an impressive showing this week’s NXT, Julius in particular who showed us a lot!

#creed brothers #julius creed #nxt 2.0 #wwe nxt #suplex

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livsbelair · 2 years

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#tiffany stratton #wwe gifs #wwe #nxt 2.0 #*

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wrestlingdivas2k23 · 5 months

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#lola vice #wwe divas #wwe #wwe women's division #wwe raw #wwe smackdown #wwe womens wrestling #wwe hall of fame #wwe network #wrestling #wwe legends #wwe nxt #wwe gifs #nxt women's division #nxt #nxt halloween havoc #nxt no mercy #nxt 2.0

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sydsaint · 2 years

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Imperium hottie incoming!!!!!

Summary: The night before the readers debut on Smackdown she goes out for a drink where she meets a charming German pretty boy. Unaware that he's about to become much more than just a random one-night stand.

It's a crisp Thursday night in a new city. You are set to start your new job working for the WWE with your childhood friend, Pete, tomorrow night. So you're out celebrating tonight.

Sat on a barstool and nursing a drink, you survey the pick of single men at your disposal tonight. A couple of them look like they might be interesting to talk too for a bit. But none of them really pique your interest. That is until you spot a fine-looking man sitting at the end of the bar.

'Pretty boy.' Is the first thing to comes to mind when you see him. "Hmm." You hum to yourself and carefully make your way down the bar. "Evening." You initiate conversation with a friendly smile.

Your greeting catches your pretty boys attention and he glances your way. "Evening, love." He replies, accent laid on thick.

The strangers accent throws you for a bit of a loop. 'Very pretty boy.' You think to yourself. "That accent local?" You joke to break the ice further.

"Not exactly." The man chuckles lightly and turns to you. "I'm, Marcel. Can I get you another drink?" He introduces himself and takes notice of your nearly empty glass.

"I'm, Y/N. Pleasure to meet you, Marcel." You grin at him. "And yes, I'd love another drink. Thank you."

Marcel beckons the bartender over and gets another drink for himself as well as you. The two of you chat about the city and you learn that he's also in town for work. Though neither of you bother to ask what the other does for a living.

A few drinks and couple of hours later and you find yourself getting pulled into the back of an Uber by your handsome and charming new friend. The two of you head back to Marcel's hotel, which happens to be across the street from the one that you're staying at. But that coincidence is the furthest thing from your mind at the moment.

The next morning you wake with a yawn and rise to your feet. Marcel stirs in bed next to you, so you tiptoe to the bathroom to freshen up a bit before you leave.

"Morning, Y/N." Marcel trudges into the bathroom after you a few minutes later. "You sleep alright?" He jokes, knowing that neither of you bothered to get much sleep last night.

You giggle and brush through your hair with your fingers to rid it of a few tangles. "Oh, yeah! Lot's of sleep." You roll your eyes playfully.

"I don't suppose that I could interest you in a shower and some breakfast?" Marcel offers in an attempt to get you to stay a bit longer.

You frown, remembering that you promised to meet Pete for breakfast. "Damn, I'd love to Marcel. But I can't miss breakfast with my brother." You explain.

"That's too bad." Marcel sighs but understands your excuse. "I was really hoping to hold on to you for a little bit longer." He grins at you.

You share Marcel's desire not to part ways just yet and glance at the clock in the other room "You know what? I think that I might be able to squeeze in a shower." You inform him with a grin.

"Oh?" Marcel quirks a brow at you. "Well then, I think I'll have breakfast in the shower today then." He teases you suggestively.

Two hours later you scramble across the street to your hotel and pray that your brother isn't looking for you. You manage to make it to the floor that your room is on but find Pete in the hall about to knock on your door.

"Shit." You mumble to yourself and sigh. "Pete! I'm over here!" You call out to him.

Pete turns around with a confused look as you walk over to him. "Y/N? Why are you out here? And why've you got a wrinkled dress on?" He asks you, clearly puzzled by your current state.

"I went out last night for a couple of drinks." You explain quickly and unlock your room door. "And I guess that one could say that I met someone while I was out." You add.

Pete follows you into your room and shuts the door behind you. "So you slept with someone last night, then?" He asks you.

"Yeah." You nod and walk to the bathroom. "He was this super charming, pretty boy, at the bar." You explain further. "Super hot accent, German I think."

Pete shakes his head and sits down on your bed. "Are you showering?" He asks when he hears running water.

"Yeah." You call back from the other side of the semi-closed door. "Why?"

"Your hair is still wet." Pete replies. "Haven't you already showered at your pretty boy's place?" He asks you.

You laugh as you once again strip off your dress. "Let's just say that neither of us got very clean in that shower."

"Y/N!" Pete scrunches his nose.

"What?" You laugh again. "You asked."

You take a quick shower then head out to breakfast with Pete like you promised. He goes over a few pointers for your first night on Smackdown to make sure that you're ready.

Later that night Pete introduces you to your new teammates, Sheamus and Ridge. The four of you chat for a bit to get acquainted before it's show time. Everyone heads out to the ring so Ridge can have his match against some guy named Giovanni Vinci.

"Oh my god." Your mouth hangs open when you see Vinci and his pals from Imperium come down to the ring. "Pete! Pete!" You smack his arm.

"What?" Pete looks down at you with worry. "What's wrong?" He asks you.

Sheepishly you point to the other side of the ring as Imperium come down the ramp. "Remember my cute German guy from last night?" You ask. "That's him on the right." You point across the ring.

Pete follows your prompt over to where Marcel is now standing next to Gunter. He looks back at you and puts his palm to his forehead.

"Y/N!" He scolds you. "You slept with Marcel Barthel last night?" He questions you.

"It looks like it, yeah." You nod. "And he's staring at me right now." You add.

Pete glances across the ring and sure enough, Marcel is attempting to catch your attention. "Oh I'm going to beat his ass." Pete scowls and pushes up his sleeves.

"Pete!" You grab him by the arm and stop him. "Don't you dare!" You warn him. "I'll handle it."

Pete tries to protest but you shut him up and march over to the other side of the ring. Marcel waits for you leaning casually against one of the ring posts.

"Well then, back for more already?" He asks you with a chuckle.

You laugh with him but keep to the task at hand. "Oh but we're enemies now, Marcel." You remind him.

"Well you know what they say, love." Marcel replies and pushes off the ring post. "Enemies always do make the best lovers." He leans in close.

Before either of you can close the gap for a kiss, Pete barrels around the corner and shoves Marcel out of the way and to the floor.

"Y/N! Fight now, flirt later!" He reminds you with a glare.

"Right!" You snap back to reality. "Damn, this job just got so much more fun!" You laugh as Marcel picks himself off the floor.

"You got that right." Marcel agrees. "I look forward to converting you to Imperium then, love."

A grin plays on your face. "I'd like to see you try, pretty boy." You challenge him.