Wrestling One Shots/Short Stories

MJF Part 2

It was another Wednesday, which meant another Dynamite. Thankfully, since the first night Phil arrived, I have avoided one-on-one interactions with the man. Primarily thanks to Wardlow or Max always being with me. Speaking of Max, we had been official for just over five months now, and to say I felt like I was on cloud nine would be an understatement. I had no idea how sweet and doting Max would be, the man doing everything and anything in his power to ensure I was comfortable and happy. "Max, what am I supposed to wear tonight?" I asked, peeking out of the bathroom, having gotten my hair and makeup done, and then realized I didn't know what to wear.

"Just a second, Presley," he called, putting his phone back to his ear while I ducked back into the bathroom and touched up my hair and makeup in a few spots. "Okay, let me see your bag," Max sighed, letting himself in, his words stopping as he noticed my state of undress, my cheeks burning pink at him seeing me in my bra and underwear, even though it wasn't the first time and I'm sure not the last. "That could work, really distracting. But super-hot," he whistled lowly before shaking his head and moving to dig through my bag. "Here, how about this one." He suggested, passing me a dark green fabric bundled in his hands. "I'm going to grab a coffee; did you want one?" he asked sweetly, stopping behind me and setting his warm hands on my bare hips. "Oh yes, please."

I smiled at him through the mirror. "I'll be back soon. Don't let anyone in, and do not leave. Am I understood?" he stated seriously, making me roll my eyes. "Yes, Dad," I teased, giggling as he rolled his eyes and walked out with a quick squeeze of my hips. Pulling the dress onto my body, I smoothed the fabric out and double-checked my hair and makeup before sitting down to pull on my shoes, clasping the buckles before throwing everything back into my bag and entering the locker room. "Wow, you look great," Max whistled as he returned with two coffees. "You picked it." I shrugged, adjusting the bottom of my dress before accepting the cup from him. "But you make it look good." He shrugged, wrapping his free arm around my hips and pulling me close, pressing a short kiss to my lips before he backed away and returned to whatever he had been doing on his phone prior. 

"Alright, Princess, you ready?" Max asked, dragging my attention away from my game. Nodding, I set the device to the side and got up, walking with him toward the curtains. I never really paid attention to what he said during his promos, and tonight was no different until HIS music hit, and the fans started screaming CM Punk. When I looked at Max, I could tell by the set of his shoulders and the muscle in his jaw twitching that he had been hoping he wouldn't make an appearance tonight. "Darling, I need you to go sit in the corner for me, alright" Max sighed, not letting the cocky look slip from his face as Punk walked down the ramp. "I don't trust this piece of shit," he explained; he wasn't the only one, and I knew if I just left the ring, that would raise way too many questions, so I casually moved to the corner to his left and lifted myself to sit on the top turnbuckle crossing my legs at the ankles. It was easy at first to paste on a bored face as Phil climbed into the ring and started mouthing off, the task growing harder and harder the longer the two men spoke. My grip on the top rope was so tight my knuckles were white, and I just hoped the worry wasn't as easy to see on my face as the words between Max and Punk grew even more heated, more real, more cutthroat, and closer to the heart. "Okay, short stack time for you to go," Wardlow grumbled suddenly in front of me, lifting me off the turnbuckle with ease and holding the ropes open for me to exit the ring into Shawn's waiting arms seconds before all hell broke loose. "Start heading to the back; we'll be there shortly," the Canadian ordered before he also joined the scuffle in the ring.

"Stop being a baby," I sighed after Max groaned for the third time in 2 minutes from his spot on the bed, the man having complained how bad he was hurting the rest of the show and the drive back to our hotel. "Darling, you could try to show a little sympathy," he shot back, making me laugh loudly. "Careful, sweetheart, I don't think you want to be the one playing that card," I giggled, looking at him over the back of the couch to see him holding an ice pack to his stomach with a pout. "Pumpkin, I'm dying over here," he whined, exaggerating the pout on his lips and making me giggle again. Pushing up from the couch, I slowly made my way over to the bed, rolling my eyes as he groaned again. "You aren't even bruised," I called him out, pushing the icepack away to reveal perfectly tanned skin. "Can you blame a guy for trying?" he sighed, tossing the ice pack onto the floor and folding his hands behind his head. "You are insufferable, Maxwell Jacob Friedman," I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest and staring at him. "Ohh," he cooed, propping himself up on his elbows. "Say my name again, baby," he grinned, making me roll my eyes as I tried not to smile and laugh at him. "Maxwell," I paused, putting one knee on the bed. "Jacob," I murmured, following it up with the other knee. "Friedman," I broke off into giggles as he lunged forward and pulled me down flat on the bed. "How the hell did I get so lucky to land you?" he asked lowly, hands gently running up and down my back. "Your perseverance helped you; you are cute and smart, you have money, and sometimes your sense of style is pretty good," I sighed, giggling as he groaned lowly. "There's nothing wrong with how I dress," he grumbled, making me grin. "Sure, baby." I agreed sarcastically, giggling again as he rolled over and braced himself above me with a frown. "You know I don't remember you being this mouthy before," he grumbled, making me smirk. "You should talk to Wardlow," I shrugged, giggling as he growled and started kissing my face. "You're my world, Pumpkin," he mumbled, my heart skipping at his words. "And you're mine," I whispered back, wrapping my arms around him and exchanging sweet kisses.