Wrestling One Shots/Short Stories

Santana Part 2

"I don't like the idea of you going to the show by yourself," Matt sighed from the bed, ordered to rest and ice, as I tossed gear and spare clothes in my duffle bag for tonight's AEW Dynamite episode. "I'll be fine, Matt. Cody, Kenny, Adam, and Dustin will all be there, and I will be at the curtain with TK for most of the night." I assured, heaving my bag onto my shoulder, knowing I would be running late if I didn't leave soon. "I know, but," he started to whine. "No buts." I interrupted, sending him a small smile.

"I'll check in with you all night. Now I have to go. Tell Nicky I love him. I love you; I'll be back later," I promised, kissing his cheek and hugging him before I jogged out of the hotel room to find a cab for a ride to the arena. I wasn't lying when I told him I'd be with TK at the curtains, other than my match ended up only lasting 5 minutes because the 'local talent' had no idea what she was doing; I was putting out fire after fire all night. It must have been a full moon or something because EVERYONE was unhappy about something concerning their spot for the night. This person didn't want to go on after this person; that person didn't want to be pinned by that person; why did this person get to have 5 minutes of interview time when this person only got 3 minutes? Every little thing that someone could have a problem with, they did, and nothing I said or did could appease anyone today. I felt like I ran from the monitors as soon as the show ended; I wanted to get out before someone could stop me with something to complain about. I had left the arena without being stopped, but unfortunately, my luck ran out.

"Peanut," the voice that was becoming all too familiar sounded as I walked from the arena to the Uber pickup spot.  A groan of annoyance left my lips as I continued walking, not having the patience to deal with whatever he wanted. "Ayo Peanut, come on. Don't walk away from me. I wanna talk." he continued my steps, slowing until I was completely stopped, waiting for him to catch up. "I do have a name, you know," I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest and looking up at him, catching a smirk sliding onto his face. "I know you have a name, Olivia," he stressed my name. "I just happen to like my names better," he shrugged, making me roll my eyes. "What do you want, Santana? I'm tired and cold and need to find a ride, so get to the point." I sighed, shivering slightly as the cool night air rolled across my shoulders; I hated being so mean, but I had a long day and just wanted to return to the hotel and shower and sleep. "Okay, okay. I get it. I saw you had a rough night, so I'll keep it short."  he nodded. "I want you to give a message to your brothers." He stated, pulling his hoodie off and throwing it around my shoulders, helping me slide my arms into the sleeves. He looked me over with a slight smirk before he turned completely serious. "Why don't you just give it to them yourself?" I sassed back, trying not to think about the warmth of his hoodie on my body, crossing my arms over my chest to try and maintain some dignity as he let out a long exhale. "Because I can't get in eyesight, or we start a fight. So. You're going to do it." He commanded, holding out an envelope for me; as soon as my hand closed around the paper, he was pulling me flush against his chest and leaning down so his mouth was right next to my ear, "I got a message for you to doll" he murmured hand sliding down my back until he had a handful of my ass "Keep this safe for me, cause I'm coming for it" he whispered squeezing tightly before he was backing up and letting me leave the envelope in hand, his words on my mind and bright blush on my cheeks.

"What the hell took so long? And whose shirt is that?" Nick questioned as soon as I stepped into their room, reminding me I was still wearing the man's hoodie. "I was sent with a message," I sighed, holding the envelope out to him as Matt stepped out of the bathroom fresh from a shower. "a message? From who? And who's sweatshirt is that?" the older of the two questioned with a frown. "Might be Jericho, might be Inner Circle, hell, it might be just Santana and Ortiz." I shrugged, sitting in the chair kitty-corner from Nick as Matt came over now dressed. "Are you okay? Who gave it to you? Where did you find it?" Matt asked quickly, looking me over carefully. "I'm fine. Santana stopped me in the parking lot. Said to make sure you got it." I shrugged, crossing my arms over my chest and watching as they opened it and started reading. "Of course, they want a match," Nick snorted, rolling his eyes. "Are you going to give it to them?" I questioned worriedly, "Absolutely not. We can't have people thinking if they show up and attack us, they'll get whatever they want," Matt answered, "Now, more importantly, whose shirt is that?" he asked again, making me scrunch up my nose. "Does it matter? I found it backstage, and I was cold." I shrugged, not lying but not telling them the truth, not sure what they would do if they ever knew. "I'm going to go grab something to eat. I'm starving," I sighed, having already told them how the night had gone when I checked in to ensure they knew I was still alive. "Do you want one of us to come with you?" Nick asked, already halfway out of his chair. "No, there's no point in one of you sitting and watching me eat. I'll be quick," I assured, pushing up to my feet and heading down to the hotel restaurant.

"You sure make my clothes look good, Peanut," the husky voice I was beginning to enjoy far too much sounded. "Shut up," I mumbled, looking around quickly, wanting to be sure no one had overheard him mention that it was his sweatshirt I was still wearing. "Relax, no one else from the company is here," he laughed, sitting beside me and ordering a beer. "I'm going to start thinking you're stalking me," I sighed, smiling as the bartender brought me my food at the same time he brought Santana his beer. "Maybe I am," he shrugged, stealing a fry and popping it into his mouth. Rolling my eyes, I slid the burger basket closer to him, knowing I wouldn't eat all of them anyway. "I've watched a lot of true crime documentaries, and I think the point is no one is supposed to know that you're the stalker," I pointed out before taking a bite, nearly moaning at the warm food after such a long day. "Wait, shit...I'm doing this all wrong then," he said, the response making me smile as I continued eating, a comfortable silence falling over us as I ate my burger and he ate the fries. "Don't worry about it, Peanut. It's on me," the man said as I started to count out money for my food. "Stalkers also don't pay for the person's meals," I sighed, still counting out the money until he pushed my hands down and passed the bartender his card. "Then think of it more as that fancy word they use in girly movies?" He asked, looking between me and the bartender.

"Courting is what English people call it," the bartender shrugged. "Alright, then think of it more as courting you." Santana shrugged, making me laugh. "Well, whatever you want to call it, thank you for dinner." I thanked him. "You're welcome, Peanut," he smirked, giving me a hand to help me off the stool, giving him one last look before I headed for the elevator. I squealed quietly as soon as the doors shut, not believing what had just happened. I just hoped no one from work saw anything, and it wouldn't get back to my brothers.