You step through the ropes and do a small stretch as Pete rests against the turnbuckles. His expression as unconcerned as humanly possible. "I'd prefer a fair fight..." Rhea says.
"Can't guarantee anything." Pete replies simply.
"Aww you're just a wittle puddy cat." You gush sarcastic at him.
He grumbles and you and him lock up. He has you on the mat within seconds.
"Round one Pete." Rhea announces.
Pete chuckles proudly.
"It's two out of three." You remind regaining your footing.
"That's if ya make it to three." He replies.
You and him lock up again and you hip toss him. There's a resounding gasp as he hits the mat.
"Round two, London." Rhea says amused.
Pete returns to his feet and smirks. The signature smirk not many have seen and went on to win after.
He lunges at you full force and a full on match ensues for the final fall. You're hit with a front of strong style and it's exhilarating. The rush of being in the ring with a worthy, tenured opponent. It brings back the memories of months of training in a hot warehouse on old ring mats.
The sweat, the blood, the determination.
Pete gets you down and starts violently bending your fingers back to the disgust of the freshly grown crowd. You manage to escape and hit your new signature move, London Calling. Pete lands with a thud and you pin him. He kicks out and the crowd cheers.
It's what, or who, you don't see behind the crowd.....
You and Pete have one final round of brawling before you're hit with a devastating Bitter End. The wind is quite literally knocked from your lungs leaving you to be successfully pinned.
With the bell rung the crowd cheers and Pete offers his hand to help you up.
You accept and hug him. "Looks like we can put on quite a show." He says.
"Maybe we can have one infront of cameras one day." You suggest.
He scoffs, "So you think you're worthy of fighting me in a real match?" He asks.
"Think and know." You reply. You take a sip of water and turn to replace it when you spy a painfully familiar face. It draws your immediate, undivided attention.
"Drew." You breathe.
"Surprised to see me?" He inquires opening his arms proudly.
"You're on 205 Live, what are you doing here?" You ask.
"I'm the new commentator." He reveals.
Pete and Rhea roll their eyes.
"Permanently?" You inquire.
"For the foreseeable future." He clarifies.
You look back to your siblings taking in their disapproving stares, " I have to finish practicing but we can talk later." You say turning back to Drew.
"Sounds great." He smiles.
Once he's beyond earshot Rhea snorts,
"I never thought I'd say this, but I'd rather you be with Damian."
"I second that." Pete agrees.
"I am with Damian, Drew being here doesn't change that." You reply.
"You melt like butter at that man, why, I could never guess. It's like he has some kind of mind control over you." Rhea reminds.
"Love sick over a man who can't even win a title." Pete says with a laugh.
"He's won 8 championships." You remind.
"7 were the 24/7 Title and he held the 205 Live Championship once. That basically adds up to one title win." Rhea laughs.
"Well that doesn't matter, he's a good guy." You defend.
"Good when he dumped you and I had to break his fingers?" Pete asks.
"I didn't ask you to break them." You pout.
"I felt like it, I was having a good day." Pete replies matter of factly.
"The point is we don't like him and we won't be here to shelter you if you go running back to him and get hurt, especially if you already have a guy that practically worships the ground you walk on." Rhea says.
"I still think he's blind." Pete adds.
Rhea elbows him and fights a laugh.
"Nothing is going to happen. I assure you." You reply.
They seemingly accept your answer and leave to their respective dressing rooms. You leave to take a shower and change to go home for the day.
It's a quick process getting in, but the warm water and suds make it hard to get out.
You lather and take in the steam enjoying your time to yourself, until you feel hands snake around your waist and the gentlest of kisses on your neck.
"Do you like that baby?" You hear roughly breathed into your ear. The scruff in his voice deep and masculine, touching on seductive.
"We're at work." You reply.
Your mystery partner chuckles....... "and?"
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Priest's Princess (Damian Priest X Reader)
Fanfiction"You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece And now i'm tearing through the pages and the ink Everything is blue His pills, his hands, his jeans And now i'm covered in the colors pull apart at the seams And it's blue." Romance, Fantasy, Dr...
