WWE Divas Fanfiction

Melina x Reader (long word count)

Michelle Mccool drags Melina's limp body up, ready to perform her finishing move. Melina was about to be put up into the 'Faith breaker', Michelle Mccool smiles at this; her joy, however, was fugacious. Sliding off Mccool's shoulder the paparazzi princess got into position for her finisher.

Legs bracing against her opponents hips Melina let out a primal scream, "Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!"
The crowd erupts in 'oohs' and 'aahs'. Melina's scream barrels over the audience as she prepares for her finisher the 'Last Call'. In a blitz of flashy ring-gear, swirling hair, and a loud thump of bodies hitting the canvas, the pinfall was made. Melina rolls off Michelle as her theme resumes, the electric guitar solo plays as she stood victoriously. Melina hops up onto the ropes and crosses her hands above her head in her victory pose, flashing the crowd a bright smile. She makes her way backstage, tidying her raven hair with her fingers.
Sighing with content Melina stumbled into the Divas locker room and flopped onto the couch, her hot-pink ring gear clinging to her well-shaped body. Mickie James, Layla, and Michelle Mccool also sit down. Mccool and Melina talk about their round briefly before watching the TV that's currently playing a wrestling round that is happening in the ring.

You bolt down the ramp jumping excitedly into the ring, raising your fist and grinning. The crowd cheers you on as you await your opponent, Randy Orton 'The Legend Killer' also known as the 'The Viper'.
The two of you traded punches, kicks, head butts, and throws. You took several rope-hung DDT's from Orton, while you delivered many Pele kicks and seated Senton slams. As the match ends you pulling Randy with along, climbing onto the turnbuckles, and with a guttural yell, you draped 'The Viper' onto your shoulders and prepared your finisher which you had yet to name, so you went with its default name the 'Fireman carry side slam'.
"One, two, three!" the crowd chanted as the three count was made. You were victorious.

Randy pats your back backstage.
"Nice job, kid. That was a good match." Randy compliments.
You smile and nod, "Sure was, snake man."
Randy laughs at this, "Oh (y/n), you crack me up."
The two of you talk a bit more, laughing at shitty jokes like good friends would.

Melina and the other Divas gasp at the match finish.
"Damn, I thought Randy would win for sure. I mean, (y/n) is pretty new to WWE." Layla says, sipping from her water bottle.
"Well, the pop (y/n) gets is really impressive for a newbie," Mccool adds, looking at Layla.
"You know, newbies get lucky too. A few years ago I remember a young lad, really nice person you know, stole Trish's heart after he saved her from some crazy fans kidnapping her; they're really happy together right now. I think they settled down after Trish retired from here." Mickie, Melina's former enemy now best friend says breathily, a dreamy look in her eyes.
Melina has yet to talk, she just looks at the newcomer, an interested look springing to life in her eyes.
Mickie caught on and poked fun at her, "Oh, looks like Mel is taking a fancy to the newcomer."
Melina's cheeks turned a soft pink, "Wha- no, no it's not like that. He just a good wrestler, that's all."
"Sure Mel, of course. It's not like you're single and ready to mingle, it's not like he's a very nice looking. No, no none of that, just because he is a good wrestler." Mickie teases Melina, laughing with glee.
Melina turns her face away, blushing some more. "Shut up Mickie. I hate you!" Melina playfully punches her friend's arm.
"Love you too Melina!" with that Mickie shoves Melina causing her to stumble and crash out of the change room.
"Oops!" Mickie laughs as she closes the door and locks it.
"Mickie! You bitch! Open the door!" Melina shouts half laughing and half angry.
"Sorry can't hear ya! Seek refuge with the guys, talk with that guy Ms.Single." Mickie chuckles, ecstatic her plan worked.
Melina groans and gives up trying to get back in the Diva's locker room.
"Well... Shit." Melina mutters to her self. With a grunt she got up; her only choice was the guys locker room now.