WWE One Shots

47. Tomasso Ciampa- Boundaries are meant to be broken

 Ciampa stood in the center of the empty WWE Performance Center, bathed in the soft, early morning light. He took a deep breath, savoring the quiet before the storm of training and preparation began. The center was his sanctuary, a place where he could hone his craft and prepare for the next big match. But today, it held an additional significance. Today was the first day he would be mentoring a young talent, a woman with a fire in her eyes and a passion for wrestling that reminded him of his younger self.

Her name was Emily Hayes. At twenty-four, she was already making waves on the independent circuit, her athleticism and charisma earning her a loyal following. Ciampa had seen her work and was impressed by her potential. But potential was just that—a promise of what could be. It was up to him to help her realize it.

The doors swung open, and Emily walked in, her eyes wide with awe as she took in the state-of-the-art facility. She spotted Ciampa and walked over, extending her hand.

"Mr. Ciampa, it's an honor to meet you," she said, her voice steady despite the nervousness he could see in her eyes.

"Call me Tommaso," he replied with a smile, shaking her hand. "We're going to be working closely together, after all."

They started with the basics, Ciampa guiding her through drills and exercises, watching her movements carefully. Emily was a quick learner, absorbing his instructions and applying them with an intensity that impressed him. As the hours passed, they moved from drills to more complex maneuvers, Ciampa demonstrating and then watching as Emily repeated the actions.

By the end of the day, Emily was exhausted but exhilarated. She had learned more in a few hours than she had in weeks on her own. As they sat on the ring apron, catching their breath, Ciampa looked at her and saw not just a promising talent but a kindred spirit.

"You did good today," he said, handing her a bottle of water. "You've got the drive and the talent. Now we just need to refine it."

Emily nodded, taking a long drink. "Thank you. I won't let you down."

Over the next few weeks, their training sessions became a routine. Emily pushed herself harder with each passing day, driven by a desire to prove herself. Ciampa was always there, offering guidance and support, his presence a steadying force in her whirlwind of a journey. They developed a rhythm, an unspoken understanding that made their training sessions not just productive but enjoyable.

Outside the ring, they discovered they had much in common. Both were fiercely dedicated to their craft, both had faced their share of setbacks, and both had an unyielding passion for wrestling. As they spent more time together, their professional relationship began to blur, and an undeniable attraction started to grow.

One evening, after an especially grueling session, they decided to grab dinner together. It was meant to be a simple meal, a way to unwind after a long day. But as they talked and laughed, sharing stories and dreams, the air between them changed. Ciampa found himself drawn to Emily in a way he hadn't expected, and he could see the same feelings reflected in her eyes.

As they walked back to the Performance Center, the city lights casting a soft glow around them, Ciampa felt a pull in his chest. He wanted to take her hand, to tell her how he felt, but he knew the complications that would arise. His position as her mentor and the scrutiny of their boss, Triple H, made any romantic involvement risky.

"Emily," he began, stopping and turning to face her. "There's something I need to say."

She looked up at him, her expression open and vulnerable. "What is it, Tommaso?"

"I...I care about you. More than I should, considering our situation. But I don't want to jeopardize your career or our work together."

Emily's eyes softened, and she reached out, taking his hand. "I care about you too. But I understand. We have to be careful."