JUDGMENT DAY ONE SHOTS

Jealous D.M

SMUT

I look at the big screen, watching Dominik and JD fight DIY, thinking to myself how hot Dom looked with his hair wet and how muscular his sleeveless vest made him.

"Wow, you're so tall." I tilted my head, realizing someone was standing next to me, and look up at the one and only Drew McIntyre.

"Well, maybe you're just short." He replied, shrugging his shoulders. His accent caught me off guard, I wasn't used to hearing a voice that wasn't in an american accent.

Delayed, I laugh at his response. "Probably, these pumps don't really do a whole lot for me."

"I really like your skirt." I look down, forgetting that I was wearing a plaid skirt; I dressed up knowing my boyfriend was in the city.

"Thank you." I say smiling, "I like yours too."

Then the two of us burst out laughing. "It's a kilt! Not a skirt!"

"It's the same thing, just a manly term." I argued, still laughing.

"You want to debate that? I could get three people here to tell you it's not the same."

"Fine," I looked up, laughing at the tall man, "Can't wait to win this."

"You have a really nice laugh."

I could feel my cheeks warming up at the second compliment he's given me in the past minute. I open my mouth to say something, but then I was pulled back, my boyfriend stepping between Drew and I in an overprotective way.

"She knows. Get lost, dude."

"Bye, nice chatting." Drew said to me, started walking away.

"Don't talk to my girlfriend." Dominik turns his body, watching Drew walk.

"If I were you, i'd shut up, Mysterio. I could crush you faster than you saying 'Don't talk to my girlfriend.' What, are you jealous? Think your girl would leave you for me?" Dominik was turning red in the face, his lip twitching, eyes shooting Drew a death stare. "That's what I thought."

I reach for Doms hand, but he didn't grab it back. He turns his body, looking down at me, the same look still on his face that he gave Drew, his face just wasn't red anymore. "What the hell was that?" His voice was quiet, only I could hear him.

"W-What are saying?" I stutter, in disbelief. Dominik finally grabs ahold of my hand and walked me away from the room full of wrestlers. He brought me down an empty hallway that reminded me of a warehouse, with pallets and forklifts to the side, props for the show, even big metal containers that I couldn't even begin to imagine what was inside. "Where are we going?" He ignores me.

The only sound was the clacking of my pumps on the concrete floor as he dragged me along. We stop at a door, a little sign on it that said 'storage'. Dom looks both ways before turning the knob and pushing the door open, pulling me inside. He found the light switch, and shut the door behind me.

"You just gonna stand around and let that jerk hit on you?" Dom was inches from me, voice full of rage. "Not say anything to stop it? You just let men hit on you and you're okay with it?"

"No! I was literally sitting there watching your match and he started talking to me! He wasn't even flirting-"

"It sure looked like you were watching my match." He replies sarcastically, crossing his arms.

"Dom-"

"Were any of his words true? Would you leave me for someone much taller, bigger? Irresistible accent?" I saw the hurt in his brown eyes, gloss coating them. He wasn't mad anymore, he was sad.