WWE Divas Fanfiction

Trish Stratus x Reader (mature and longer word count)

"Help me, help! Someone... Please..." A beaten Trish hoarsely wailed as she lays on the ground still bound to the chair she was held captive in. Fucking crazy asses, I swear if I get my hands on them I'll- Trish's thoughts were interrupted by a sharp pain which radiated from her jaw which was kicked mere minutes ago and her ribs which she smashed into when her assailants pushed the chair she was bound in over. Black splotches appeared before Trish's eyes, her head felt light, and she couldn't tell apart the aches from pains anymore; everything just blended and mixed together. "Help... Please..." was all she got out before her word sank into a black abyss.

You walked through the hallways backstage, deciding to adventure a little because you were quite new to WWE. Your world flipped upside down when WWE actually signed you into the company; crazy to think how quickly things change in life. Life's like a stream always twisting and turning and never still. You smile a little, tears of joy brink at your eyes as you recall the sheer joy of finally completing your childhood dream. You hear a distant voice begging for help and strain to hear it again; nothing happens. So you keep walking and you halt in your tracks when you hear it again. That voice was in pain, so much of it too, just the very thought of someone whose voice has so much fear and hurt is enough to make your skin crawl. You followed the voice the best you can and made your way down a hallway which was empty except for a few random sets of equipment and props. Nearing the end of a decently long walk you open the creaky equipment room door, stepping in gingerly and calling out to whoever or whatever hid in the cold, dark room.

"Hello? Anyone in here?" You call out flicking on the lights. The LED lightbulbs sizzle to life, humming as the bright white light forcing you to squint. A low moan penetrated the eerie silence, as a result of it you jump back startled, heart racing. Your eyes slowly adjusted to the blinding light, you walk around some equipment trunks and clothing racks to reveal a passed out Trish Stratus. The Trish Stratus. One of the Divas who you looked up to. You gasp in horror and shock, reeling backward. If it weren't for the blood dribbling from her lips and the rope which bound her wrists and ankles you would have thought she was asleep.
"Shit Trish, you're not looking to good right now." You looked at her unmoving chest and took no time before springing into action; for the first time in your life, you were glad you learned CPR. You tilt Trish's head back and start with two mouth to mouth breaths, the metallic taste of her blood clinging to your tongue. You then start chest compressions, after the first few, she gasps, sits up and starts coughing. She looks at you with watery eyes before breaking down in heartbreaking sobs, her whole body trembling uncontrollably; Trish was so scared. She was petrified, she was scared for her life. You gently scooped her up into your strong arms, cradling her.
"Everything will all right," You tell Trish Stratus, which to she responds with a slow head shake.
"Need to get out of here, they'll be back. Please, please get me out." Trish clings to you as she says this, the terror in her eyes getting through to you.
"Okay, but where? Trish, tell me where to go or else I don't know where to take you." Trish just looks at you and closes her eyes,
"It doesn't matter where. Just anywhere but here. Please just get me out, I'm begging you." You give a curt nod and got up, only to hear footsteps and voices.
"Aw shit," You mutter and ducked behind a few storage crates, listening to the voices.
"He told us it's better if we hid her a little more, this way nobody can find her too quickly."
"Fair enough. Let's make a bet: I bet she is unconscious." The second guy chuckles,
"Fine then, I'll bet she's still awake. I kinda wanna see the horror in her eyes." The first guy replies with glee.
"Haha, can you imagine? 'Please don't hurt me! Neh, neh, neh.'." The second guy mocks Trish, not knowing she and another hid just out of view, listening to their poisonous words. A primal rage boils under your skin, making you feel hot and furious.
"Motherfucker," You murmur, as you gently put Trish down, readying yourself to beat the shit out of those two bastards.
"No, don't. Two against one, you'll get hurt." Trish says, grabbing your pants leg.
"I'll be fine, just watch Trish." You say and she reluctantly lets you go. You jump the two men, fists blazing. You nailed one with a right hand to the stomach, you turn and looked at the second and deliver a straight sidekick to his jaw. You lean down, clamping your hand with a vice-like grip on his neck,
"You fucking bastards, keep you filthy, scum-stained hands away from Trish. You pieces of shit don't even deserve to live. If I could I'll send you shitheads to eternal damnation myself." You growled into his ear before shoving him down again. You return to Trish, chest heaving but smiling nonetheless.
"Let's get you out of here," You scoop Trish up and make your way to your car with returning to your hotel room in mind.