wwe smut

my (american) nightmare

"I can't do this anymore," you whisper to yourself as you lay breathless on the canvas, small beads of sweat forming on your skin.

"Up. You have a few more bumps to take," Cody demands as he bounces back and forth on his feet.

"I can't," you finally admit. "I'm sore, I'm hurting, and I'm so tired,"

"How else are you going to get better, Y/N?" he asks before crossing his arms. "It's like you're not even trying. You come all this way to train here, and we are trying our best to help you succeed."

"Not trying? Why else would I be here on my off day?" you nearly whine before pushing yourself up to rest on your elbows. Anger flourishes in your gut as you watch your trainer roll his eyes towards you before he throws his hands out in frustration.

"I am also here on my day off," he says before leaning against the turnbuckles. "I understand it's hard. Trust me, I grew up having to do worse than I'm having you do. But that's what makes you great."

"I don't know that I'm cut out for this," you say softly before sitting up fully and sighing.

"You can be. You just have to want to be cut out for it."

"Let's be real. I would have been enough if it was Diva's era. But it isn't. I can't compare to the women who fight today. I'm not what any promotion is looking for," you say, as if word-vomiting with one whole breath.

"Get up."

Cody demands before he turns around and climbs up the ropes. You comply hastily, scrambling to your feet as he sits upon the top turnbuckle, facing you as he waves you forwards.

"Super powerbomb," he says firmly. Your heart nearly thuds out of your chest, your brain running through all of the things he and Dustin had trained you about taking large bumps like this. "Climb up fast, and I'll lift you up into a powerbomb form,"

"Okay," you say softly before leaning against the opposing turnbuckles. With a swift boost of energy, you spring, basically climbing the ropes and Cody like a ladder before your legs were firmly against his shoulders and he held you up by your back.

"Fuck," he whispers before his bright blue eyes lock onto yours, your hands holding into the back of his head for support before he stands up, throwing you down and onto the mat. A dull pain rolls through your spine before you let out your held breath, realizing you took the bump correctly.

"That wasn't so bad," you say before you jump to your feet. You watch as Cody climbs through the ropes, heading for the men's locker room with no words to say. "Where you going?"

"We're done today," he says flatly before your brows furrow. He doesn't turn to look at you before he disappears behind the door, leaving you confused.

After a minute of intrusive, self-confidence ruining thoughts, you return to the women's locker room to shower and change.

Once finished, you walk out to see Cody sitting on the side of the ring, his gaze averted seemingly at nothing as he looks at his watch.

"You heading out? I need to lock up," he says before reaching in his pocket.

"Yeah," you say softly before side stepping towards him. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No," he says before he finally meets your gaze again.

"Then why did we just end the session right after that?" you ask before he nearly laughs to himself.

"It's nothing, Y/N. You did great," he shrugs before using his hand to hide his smirk.

"Don't be afraid to hurt my feelings, Cody," you warn him as his hilarity grows more obvious.