Wrestling One Shots/Short Stories

Jay Briscoe Part 1

"Dammit, Aubrey! Colton was holding his fucking hand," I shouted, running a frustrated hand over my face as I crouched between my brother and his tag team partner, holding my jaw, the joint throbbing in pain from the boot I had taken during the match. Annoyed with how our night had gone and how the Gunn's continued to be a pain in our ass and take cheap shots. "Come on, boys, Dax. Are you good to walk?" I asked, offering him my shoulder for support. "Thanks, kid." He grunted, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and using me as a crutch, Cash taking care of carrying their belts to the back. "I think we need to find some friends, boys," I sighed as we returned to our locker room. Dax immediately moved to ice his ass and hip, tossing me a spare ice pack for my face. "Like who? There's no one here that would watch our backs to watch our backs," Cash commented, relaxing back into the chair as I flopped into the one across from him with a frown. "What about the Briscoes?" Dax suggested lowly, and both Cash and I shared a look. "I thought we were looking for someone to watch our backs just to watch our backs?" I commented smartly, not seeing where he thought asking them was the same thing. "I don't see them helping out of the goodness of their hearts," I added with a shrug. "You gonna go ask them with your broken ass?" Cash questioned Dax, shooting him a middle finger before they both turned and looked at me. "Oh, that's a bad idea," I shook my head quickly, knowing that was a terrible idea considering how Jay Briscoe looked at me when I was around. "I don't like it either, Dahl, but it's a better chance of them saying yes to you than to either of us." Cash sighed heavily, a tense silence falling over the room until I finally sighey. "Fine. I guess I'm going to bumfuck Delaware," I mumbled, pulling out my phone to book a plane ticket, not believing that I was flying to Delaware to ask the Briscoes for help. "This is the stupidest thing you've ever had me do, Cash," I pointed out, getting the confirmation that my flight had been booked and left in three hours. "Alright, my plane leaves at 2:00 AM and lands at about 5:30," I sighed, pushing up to my feet. "Please don't forget to bring all my bags to the next city," I groaned, picking up the small duffle holding my ring gear and spare clothes. "I wouldn't forget your things," Cash mumbled, making me snort. "I'll make sure he doesn't forget your things again," Dax commented, making me grin. "Thanks, Dax. I gotta go; I'll let you know when I land," I sighed, leaning over to kiss Cash's cheek quickly before giving him and then Dax hugs. Calling a taxi, I was at the airport and checked in in no time, allowing me to grab a coffee and find a hotel in Delaware to rest for a few hours before I went to see the Briscoes.

The flight went fast; my nerves were a mess as I found a way to get from the airport to my hotel and into my room for the day. I took a minute to send Cash and Dax a quick message that I had survived landing and checking into my hotel before opting for a quick shower and then bed. Lying in bed, I had to fight not to think about what I would be doing a few hours from now and get some sleep while I could. My alarm seemed like it went off far too soon, the feeling of dread coming over me once again as realization dawned with awareness. Sighing heavily, I rolled myself out of bed and pulled on the only pair of clean clothes I hme, regretting not picking a later flight so I could have gone to the hotel for different clothes before I left. Taking a quick look in the mirror, I groaned at the faint bruising on my jaw, something I'm sure would get me plenty of looks throughout the day. The shorts and cropped bralette I had in my bag to wear were undoubtedly adding to those stares, revealing way more skin than I wanted anyone, especially the Briscoe brothers, to see. Trying not to let that psych me out, I made sure I had all of my things in my bag before I left the room, needing to find food and coffee before I went to their house. The one downfall of such a small town was that everyone knew I was a stranger, and everywhere I went, the stares followed. Climbing into the only available transportation this town had to offer, I quickly gave the driver the address. I sat back silently, nervously braiding my hair as we drove. "Here you are, ma'am," the driver stated, pulling to a stop in front of the farmhouse I had only ever seen in promo videos. "Thank you," I sighed, handing him a wad of Cash before I climbed out and started for the front door. Taking a deep breath, I hoisted my backpack further up on my shoulders and started walking the dirt driveway, jumping as a chicken suddenly ran across the dirt in front of me with a loud squawk. To say I was out of my element would be a massive understatement as chickens roamed, cows and horses were out in pastures, and cats moved here and there. "Oh, hello," I sighed, greeted by a very excited black lab. "You I'm comfortable with," I murmured, scratching the dog's head as I walked, my heart skipping as we neared the house. Stopping in front of the door, I took another deep breath before lifting my fist and knocking loudly on the wood, not sure I was ready for what was to come.

"Dahlia? What the hell are you doin' way out here?" Mark asked as he opened the door after a short wait. "Hey Chicken, just traveling the countryside, I guess," I shrugged, hand still scratching the head of the black lab. "I see you met Daisy," he grinned, gesturing to the dog at my side, "She's so sweet." I nodded. "Is Jay home too?" I asked, knowing I would have to bite the bullet eventually. "Sure is, little lady; come on in," he nodded, stepping aside and allowing me to enter the house before he passed me again to lead me deeper into the house. "Ayo man, Dahlia is here," he called before he opened the door to reveal the man sitting in bed watching television. "The hell are you doing here? And what happened to yer face?" He asked, pausing his show to give me his full attention. "I came to ask for help," I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest. "You watched what happened after the match last Saturday." I continued, "We had an unfortunate run-in with them again last night," I added, gently rubbing my still aching jaw. "Gunn's are causing problems, and with them comes the rest of their crew," I explained, looking around the room to avoid eye contact. "Well, hell, Flower, I'm in for a fight; it's him; you gotta convince," Mark grinned, clapping my shoulder before he left Jay and me alone. The room was silent except for the creak of the bed as the man moved towards the edge.

"I know, I'm asking a lot of you to cut your time off short," I paused, fiddling with my fingers. "But you did break Dax's ass," I whined slightly, pacing back and forth in front of the man I had become almost obsessed with in the past year. "Do your boys even know you're here?" he questioned gruffly, reaching forward and pulling me closem, stopping my frantic pacing. "Well, it wasn't my idea to come here alone," I admitted quietly; it wasn't an unknown fact that I got nervous and shy around the older of the Briscoe Brothers, and I would never volunteer to be in a one-on-one situation with him. "And what do I get out of this," he asked, arching an eyebrow at me, his words sending a shiver down my spine. I knew he would want something in return; I just wasn't sure I wanted the confirmation of what it would be. "Whatever you want," I whispered, barely able to get the words out past the lump that had grown in my throat. 

The laugh he let out made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end, my entire body freezing as he pushed up from the bed and moved for the door, the click of the lock a foreboding noise. "Dahlia, I think what I want is pretty clear," he laughed lowly, rough hands suddenly finding the bare skin of my midsection. "I ain't been shy about what I'd do to you if we were ever alone, Flower," he whispered, fingers sliding between the edge of my shorts and my skin. "But you knew that coming here, didn't you?" he murmured, head ducking until I could feel the scrape of his beard on my neck and his hot breath on my skin. He grunted quietly, hands moving to unbutton and unzip my shorts, the jeans dropping to the floor as soon as he gave them a gentle push. "Jay," I whispered, unsure what else to say or do as his hands moved up and started removing my shirt. "If I need to stop, you need to tell me now because once I start, that's it. You're mine." He grumbled lowly, hands pausing in their exploration while waiting for my answer. At this point, I wasn't sure if I was here for my brother or if I was here because he was right; I did know what he would want. "Please don't stop," I whispered, a low growl rumbling through his chest and through my back as he quickly spun me around, pressing our lips together in a fierce kiss. As soon as my arms were around his neck, I was up in the air, the man turning and sitting back down on his bed, our mouths moving together as if we were going to die without each other. "Jay," I squeaked as the man quickly moved so I was flat below him. 

If you had ever asked me if I saw myself walking around a farm, hand in hand with Jay Briscoe I would have laughed in your face. Never in a million years did I think Jay and I would ever actually be more than acquaintances via my brothers. Yet here we were, fingers laced together, walking the farm, his t-shirt brushing the tops of my thighs as we moved, and he had just finished turning me into a mumbling, fumbling mess promising I'd never be anyone else's. "I'm glad you find this funny," I whined, jumpine again as a wayward chicken ran before us. "Darlin," he laughed again, stopping to put his hands on his knees as he laughed. "Ah, I'm sorry, Darlin," he laughed, standing back upright and throwing his arm around my shoulder. "Oh, you, I can handle," I cooed as Daisy ran over and bounced before us. "This is my main girl, Daisy," Jay grinned, crouching down and scratching the pup right behind the ears, my knees slowly hitting the dirt and allowing her to lick my face as I scratched her sides. "Alright, second main girl," he sighed sending me a wink and smirking, making me roll my eyes. "Come on, sweetheart, let's head back to the house." his smirk turned dark, and his hands lifted me to my feet and pulled me into his chest. It didn't take a genius to figure out what would happen as soon as we were back in the confines of his bedroom. "Again?" I questioned, unsure I could handle it and surprised he wanted it. "Again," he growled, easily lifting me off my feet and beginning to carry me off. "Fuck it," he mumbled, ducking into a shed and pressing me against the wall. I knew now I was going to be in for a long night.