WWE One Shots

59. Karrion Kross - I Hate you

Karrion Kross stood alone in the dimly lit hallway of the WWE training center, his massive frame casting a long shadow against the walls. The air was thick with tension as he prepared for another grueling session. Despite his intimidating exterior, there was an underlying vulnerability that only one person seemed to notice: Raelynn.

Raelynn was a rising star in WWE, known for her fiery red hair and fierce in-ring persona. She was as beautiful as she was deadly, and her reputation for being ruthless both inside and outside the ring was well-earned. But there was something about Kross that drew her in, a magnetism she couldn't resist despite her better judgment.

"Kross," Raelynn called out, her voice echoing through the empty hallway. He turned to face her, his eyes narrowing as she approached.

"What do you want, Raelynn?" he asked, his tone a mix of annoyance and curiosity.

"I wanted to talk," she said, crossing her arms over her chest defensively. "About us."

"There is no 'us,'" he replied coldly. "We just keep making the same mistake over and over."

Raelynn took a step closer, her eyes locking onto his. "Is that what you really think? That this is just a mistake."

Kross clenched his jaw, trying to suppress the emotions that threatened to surface. "I don't know what this is, Raelynn. But I know it needs to stop."

Despite their heated exchanges, Karrion and Raelynn found themselves unable to break free from each other. Their hookups became a dark, twisted dance, fueled by a mixture of passion and hatred. Each encounter was a whirlwind of raw emotion, leaving both of them more confused and conflicted than before.

Raelynn would often find herself in Kross's hotel room after a show, their bodies entwined in a desperate embrace. But as soon as the heat of the moment faded, the reality of their situation would set in.

"You hate me," Raelynn would whisper, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and sadness. "You always have."

Kross would say nothing, his silence speaking volumes. He didn't hate her, but he couldn't deny that their relationship was toxic. They were like two storm clouds colliding, creating a tempest that neither could control.

One night, after a particularly brutal match, Kross and Raelynn found themselves alone in the locker room. The adrenaline from the fight still coursed through their veins, and it didn't take long for their argument to escalate into another passionate encounter. But this time, they were not alone.

Kross's best friend, Damian Priest, walked in on them, his eyes widening in shock at the sight before him. "What the hell is going on here?" he demanded, his voice filled with disbelief.

Kross quickly pulled away from Raelynn, his face a mask of guilt and regret. "Damian, I can explain," he began, but Priest cut him off.

"Save it," Priest snapped. "I can't believe you've been doing this behind my back. How long has this been going on?"

Raelynn's heart sank as she watched the confrontation unfold. She knew this was the end of whatever twisted connection she had with Kross. The look of betrayal in Priest's eyes was too much to bear.

"This ends now," Priest declared, his tone final. "You need to make a choice, Kross. It's either her or your career."

The fallout from their secret being exposed was swift and unforgiving. Kross knew he had to cut ties with Raelynn to salvage his friendship with Priest and his reputation within WWE. But doing so left a gaping hole in his heart that he wasn't sure how to fill.