This book is going to be non-requestable for the superstars of the Independent wrestling scene; njpw, roh, aew, tna/impact, etc.
COVER: @peteywilliams_
STARTED: July 9th, 2019
ENDED: -
HIGHEST RANKS: - • No. 1 in #bulletclub
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WARNING: SMUT AHEAD (Don't read if you're uncomfortable with that)
"Stinger!" My voice echoed through the crowded hallway as Monday Nitro was going live in about 10 minutes and Sting's back was to me. I could see him pacing the hallway and keeping his head down, he was focusing on starting the show by cutting a promo in the middle of the ring.
"I told you not to bother me." He muttered, not even glancing my way in the slightest and I fidgeted with my fingers while thinking of what to say without pissing him off anymore.
"I know. I just wanted to see you before you went out. So, good luck I guess." I spoke quietly before speaking louder for him to hear over the commotion backstage. The split-second decision was all I needed to make though, when I quickly stepped over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. His floor-length jacket practically consumed me. With a little hesitation, he patted my upper back a few times and sighed.
"(Y/N), I need to focus now." Sting murmured while leaning his head down towards the top of my head, I could feel his hot breath against my hair. I nodded and pulled away from him with a smile before stepping back.
"Okay, I'm sorry. Focus." I nodded, taking a seat on an empty chair while he warmed up and that way I could see him once he made his way back through the curtain. He went straight back to watching the monitor until the pyro kickstarted Monday Nitro, signalling we were live.
Sting's music resounded through the arena and he marched his way over to gorilla, eventually appearing on the rampway to an astounding chorus of cheers. My smile grew wider when he made his way down the ramp with a baseball bat in hand, doing his signature yell along with the crowd.
I wasn't entirely focused on the segment itself instead my ears went to his voice and my eyes went to his face and body. My feelings towards him weren't controllable anymore as they were a few months ago, I could keep them hidden. But now was a different story entirely. The times when he goes from making little flirty comments to where he sometimes places his hands, if he even knew what he was doing that is.
His segment came to an end and he made his way back up the ramp, pushing the curtains apart meaning I could hear Bischoff's voice from here. I stood up and waited patiently for him to return and to my delight, his large frame was heading back down the hallway.
"You're still here?" He mentioned softly and shook his head before I nodded quickly, I couldn't see if he had a smile on his face or not though. I spun on the spot as he strode past me and I followed his movements down the corridor.
"I am yes. It's hard to get rid of me. But good segment though." I smiled and somewhat jogged behind him even in heels that were clicking against the ground. Sting turned around suddenly and towered over me when he stared down at my small frame below him.
"Look (Y/N), I know you like being around me most of the time. But during show hours, I like to be alone." He explained, his free hand waved around and my gaze dropped to the floor, not wanting to see him getting angry. My smile faded slowly, realising I may have gone the wrong way entirely about this and seeming too clingy was bad.
