Wrestling One Shots/Short Stories

Santana

I finally hit the tunnel, sprinting down the ramp and sliding into the ring, putting myself between Jericho and his crew and all the people I cared about. "Stop, you've sent your message," I gasped, holding my hands before me and staring hard at Chris, who simply laughed. "Don't do this, Jericho," I sighed, knowing if he made the move, I'd fight like hell, even knowing I was outnumbered. "Dammit," I groaned, pushing up to my feet and stepping closer to Jericho and further from my family in a pile behind me. "Fuck off, Chris. Now." I snarled, shoving at his chest. "Danny, get out of here," Dustin groaned behind me. "Santana, why don't you show her what we do to people that stand in our way?" Chris grinned, the attractive male stepping forward with a dark smirk. "I'm truly sorry about this." I shrugged before kicking him below the belt and ducking as Ortiz ran at me, spinning and kicking him in the back of the head before my attention turned to Sammy, who ran straight into a spinning kick of his own, Hager falling to a  dropkick. Kipping back up to my feet to end up face to face with Santana; the man had a dark look in his eyes as his chest heaved, mostly recovered from the abuse he had just taken. "You should have stayed down, baby. You looked real good on your knees," he growled before smacking me across the face, the force making my ears ring and my eyes blurry. Soon, I was up in the air and being driven back down to the mat, all the air leaving my body on impact. Rolling away from the men, I moved right into Matt, the man's arms quickly finding their way into a protective cocoon around me. "I got you," he mumbled, holding me until finally, we felt the ring shift with movement, daring to look and see the Inner Circle retreating. 

"I'm going to pass on BTE stuff tonight, guys," I sighed, shoving my gear and boots into my duffle bag as they got set to film some bits. "Awe, you sure, Punkers?" Kenny asked sweetly, opening his arms for a hug. "Yeah, I'm tired; this travel schedule is kicking my ass," I admitted accepting the offered hug gladly. "I bet. Are you back on the road tomorrow?" he asked softly. "Yeah, tomorrow afternoon," I nodded, pulling back and picking up my stuff. "I'll see you in the morning then," he grinned, giving me another small hug before I left the locker room. "What now." I sighed, hiking my duffle bag further up on my shoulder as I was approached by Jericho and his crew only halfway down the hall. "We just wanna chat; we're not here to fight," he shrugged, making me snort. "And I'm supposed to trust you?" I shot back, crossing my arms over my chest and observing the five men.

"Dude, you kicked me in the balls; we should be more worried about you," Santana snorted, making me smirk. "It's not my fault Jericho sent you first." I shrugged, part feeling bad and the other knowing it was well deserved. "You're pretty fucking mouthy for being outnumbered." he snarled, making me grin. "Awe, come on, baby. I'm sure you'd love my mouth under different circumstances." I shrugged, giving him an innocent smile, which got me a low growl in response. "Let's just get out of here. Clearly, she isn't going to play nice," Chris sighed, stepping past me to lead his guys away, my hand sliding out as Santana walked by to slide a folded piece of paper into his sweatshirt pocket before I continued. Tossing my stuff into the trunk of my car, I climbed in and started googling what I passed for food. I realized I was starving and couldn't remember the last time I had eaten. 

I swear it felt like it took hours to get back to the hotel when, in reality, it was only about 30 minutes, including the stop to pick up some food. I yawned widely as I took the elevator up to my floor, hoping I could eat and then go to bed, but I was pretty sure it wouldn't be that simple. "That's some sneaky shit you pulled, baby," a husky voice that I was very familiar with sounded as I stepped out of the elevator to see the New Yorker leaning against my hotel room door. "Are you complaining?" I questioned, reaching past him to unlock the door, trying to hide my smile as he backed up into the room as soon as it was open. "Nah, I liked it. Something about it feels so wrong," he smirked, stepping forward to pin me against the now-closed door and press our lips together. I hummed softly against his lips before pushing gently at his chest. "I brought food," I informed, lifting the take-out bag from some Chinese place I had found on my way. "Thank god, I'm starving," he groaned, tossing his hat onto the dresser as he toed off his boots and slipped out of his sweatshirt. "What time do you have to head out tomorrow?" He asked curiously as I passed him the food I had picked up.

"Ugh," I groaned, "I have to be leaving town by three at the latest; that'll get me to the show with about 15 minutes to spare," I sighed, passing him a fork. "Why don't you just drop most of your indie companies and sign with AEW?" he questioned, making me snort. "Cause they haven't asked," I responded honestly, watching his eyes widen. "Serious?" he choked out. Mouth half full of food. "Matt has talked about it, but Kenny said he's not saying anything to TK. He doesn't want people to think he got me the job." I sighed softly, knowing his not saying something could be why I never get signed. 

I didn't even remember falling asleep. One second, we were watching some movie on TV after a steamy (wink wink) shower, and now here I was, waking up. Rolling onto my side, my eyes fluttered open to see Santana awake and watching me. "How long have you been awake," I asked quietly, reaching over to play with the silver chain hanging around his throat. "10-15 minutes; it's still early, so I didn't want to leave or wake you," he shrugged, hand falling to my bare side, my eyes sliding past him to see the clock only said 3:30 AM. "Come here," I mumbled, tugging gently at his chain to pull him closer, my eyes sliding closed as our lips pressed against each other, his hands tugging me even closer to deepen the kiss. "This isn't just sex anymore, is it?" I questioned, pulling back to look at him. "No baby, this ain't just sex anymore," he confirmed. The kisses were much sweeter and lasted longer, just sex turning into post-sex cuddles, and soon that turned into staying the night and sneaking out the following day. "If this isn't just sex, I think it's time to tell my brother and the boys," I sighed, pulling back to see a grin start working its way on his face. "So you ain't gonna run from it," he asked lowly. "I don't run from shit. I sure as hell didn't consider it now." I grinned, giggling as he pulled me into another kiss, this one more fierce than the last. "That's what I like to hear," he smirked, pressing another kiss to my lips.