Wrestling One Shots/Short Stories

Hook

I screamed out as I pulled as hard as I could against the handcuff chains, pressing my knees into Brody's back. At this point, the only thing holding me up was the chain of the handcuffs around the man's throat, and if he decided to fall backward instead of forward, I'd be squished like a bug; I was leaning back using as much of my body weight as possible. I didn't know what happened to Julia, and at this point in the match, I didn't care as blood and sweat stung my eyes, my body screaming in pain. Screaming again, I pulled even harder, using my knees to press against his back, releasing my grip as the bell rang, my back hitting the ramp with a thud as Brody finally dropped beside me. "Oh, thank god it's over," I groaned, rolling onto my stomach and using my bound hands and knees to push up to my feet. The first thing I saw was Sting standing with his hand raised next to Great Muta, the second thing was Darby being assisted to the back by medics, and the third being Julia getting carried out by a med team. "Khaleesi, do you need help?" A medic questioned, holding hands out to steady me. "I walked myself in here; I'm walking myself out," I denied, pushing the hands away and slowly making my way up the ramp, sending Tazz a slight smirk before I stepped out of view and into the tunnel. "Why the hell ain't she on your team?" Bronson asked Hook as I stumbled down the steps. "He can't handle me," I teased, smiling at the boy I had recently started talking to through the blood coating my face. "Can't handle you, my ass." Hook snorted, eyes darting down to my lips before back up to my eyes, the look I had become very familiar with in the last few weeks. "Khaleesi," the slimy voice of Matt Menard sounded, making me groan. "Because my night just wasn't bad enough," I sighed, turning to see the man walking over with his tag team partner. "Why don't you wait around a few minutes and let Daddy Magic take care of you? I have a few ideas while you're still handcuffed." he smiled, the look and his words making me gag. "If it's not dragging me outside and dumping my body into the harbor I don't want it" I snorted turning back to Hook rolling my eyes at the little smirk on his lips, the older male not having the opportunity to respond as their entrance music sounded.

"I'd wish you guys good luck, but" I shrugged, gesturing to my blood-covered body with my handcuffed hands. I couldn't help but chuckle as I was given a towel, the man taking it from my hands long enough to wipe away the blood coating the lower half of my face before he leaned in and pressed our lips together. "Am I good?" he asked, stepping back for a quick look, showing the towel had done its job. "Perfect, like usual," I smirked before turning my attention to Bronson. "Have fun and be safe, okay?" I pointed at him before stepping back so they could make their entrance. Once they were gone, I tried to find someone to help me out of my situation so I could clean up with both hands. Once I was free, I headed for the showers, feeling ten times better once I was blood-free and in clean clothes. With that, I headed for Hook's locker room, wanting to be there when he returned, relaxing on the couch while I waited for him. "Oh, good, you're back," I grinned, holding up my hands, free to enjoy the boy's touch as he returned victorious. I didn't get a verbal response, just a physical one, as he grabbed both hands and pinned them to the couch, leaning over and pressing our lips together. "I don't wanna go out tonight," he mumbled against my lips, sending a shiver down my spine, the unspoken words very clear. "I'll go grab my bags," I whispered back, leaving the locker room as soon as he had moved to do as I said, returning to find him dressed and waiting. He didn't say a word, grabbed my hand, and guided me to the parking lot. "Hey, Hook," I stated, stopping him before he could climb into his car first. "I think I do want to be your girlfriend," I whispered once he turned to look at me, a grin sliding onto his face as soon as the words passed my lips. "Then you're my girlfriend," he grinned, nearly knocking me over with how fast he approached me. I couldn't help but giggle wildly as he swung me around before I was back on my own two feet, his lips descending on mine.

"I thought I was going to go fucking crazy waiting for your answer," he grumbled lowly, pulling back to look at me. "I'm sorry, I've never." I stopped and took a deep breath, pulling back from him to focus on what I wanted to say. "I've never done the whole relationship thing; I'm terrified," I admitted, fidgeting under his gaze and tensing as he stepped closer again. "Baby, I got you." he murmured, wrapping his arms around my waist, "I told you from day one when Team Taz faced Darby and Sting in that street fight. I got you. No matter what we're doing or what the hell you're in. I'm with you," he whispered brushing a strand of hair out of my eyes, the words nearly making me cry "Awe babe come on. Don't cry" he laughed softly pressing our foreheads together "Why are you so fucking cute" I groaned blinking quickly hoping to dispel the water building on my lash line a laugh being my only answer as he pulled me into a tight hug. "Let's go to the hotel and chill." he prodded, leading me over to his car and waiting for me to climb in before he shut the door and got in himself. "That sounds perfect," I sighed happily, trying not to show how giddy I was when he grabbed my hand and laced our fingers together on the center console. "You know I'm posting you on Instagram now, right?" he asked, suddenly holding up his phone to show me a picture I didn't know had even been taken. It was from earlier in the night; the smile on my face clearly showed how I felt about the boy I was talking to in the picture. "You can post all you want, babe. I like it when you brag about me." I grinned, flipping my hair dramatically, my chest warm with his low laugh. "Good thing it's one of my favorite things to do," he murmured, pressing his lips to the top of my hand before focusing on driving again.