Wrestling One-Shots

Aleister Black

"We've got things to do Tomasso." You groan and pick at the larger males shoulder.

Tomasso looks down at you with a sour expression, you shut your mouth and continue to wait for him to be done with his little rant. Bored of waiting you step out into the hallway and wait for the champ to be done with his business. You lean against the wall of the hallway and wait.

"Hello Y/N." A sultry voice sounds catching your attention.

"Aleistar." You grin and look up at the male now standing at your side.

"What's Tomasso's gorgeous assistant doing out in the hall all alone?" He ask you with a devilish grin.

"Waiting for the champ to stop loving the sound of his own voice, so i'll probably be a little while." You roll your eyes. "I swear i'm going to kill Regal for giving me this idiotic job." You complain.

Tired of you following him around, since you were his assistant. Regal had given you the official title of, assistant and manager of the NXT champion, whoever that was at the time. This meant that you were stuck trailing after one of NXT's biggest assholes in Tomasso Ciampa.

"Ha, got that right doll. Tomasso does like to hear himself talk." Aleister grins a little.

"I'm a dreaming or is Aleister Black actually smiling for once?" You crack a grin of your own at the sight.

"Maybe so." Aleistars face turns back to a stone one. "Beautiful girls do deserve to be looked upon with glee." He purrs at you.

You giggle a little and feel a small flush in your cheeks, Aleister keeps his eyes on you as he waits for a reply.

"Well i'm honored to be the girl that gets to see Aleister Black smile." You nod your head with a grin.

"Your welcome doll." Aleister nods his head also. "You should get back to Ciampa and enjoy his company, because he won't be holding that belt, or you at his side for much longer." Aleister makes sure to lean in close for that last part.

Goosebumps raise on your skin and a shiver of excitement runs down your spine as Aleister shoots you a grin that says he up to something before he walks off. You shake off the feeling of heat washing over your body and walk back into the room to see if Tomasso is ready to go yet. To your surprise he turns to you when you walk in the door.

"Get lost in the hall?" He asks you with a raised brow.

"No, just waiting for you." You reply with a small roll of the eyes. "Now come on, you've got a match in ten minutes that we cant be late for." You walk back to the door and make sure that Tomasso is following behind you.

Tomasso heads out to the ring for his match and you take a seat at the commentary table for entertainment while he has his match. The bell rings and you talk with Percy and Nigel a little bit as the match goes on, they of course ask about Tomasso and a few other things. Then Nigel asks you about who you think was going to be the next person to give Ciampa a run for his money as champion.

"Well Nigel." You turn to him and start. "If i'm being honest, Aleister Black looks pretty good as a contender for my clients championship belt." You explain.

Percy and Nigel both nod and talk about that subject a little bit when all of a sudden Aleistars music hits and the arena erupts into screams and cheers. Your eyes dart to the ramp just like Ciampa but you don't see Aleister anywhere. You jump when you feel a hand run across your back and you turn to see Aleister standing by you.

"Tell me Tomasso, what happens when even your assistant doesn't like you as champion?" He asks into the mic in his hand.

Tomasso looks at you with a glare then slips down to the floor to come face to face with Alistar, you remain in your chair wanting to see how the situation plays out.

"I'm a better champion then you'll ever be Aleister." Tomasso booms into his own mic. "If you think that this title will ever leave me hands, you're dead wrong." This earns a chuckle from Aleister that alarms you a bit.

You finally decide to jump into action and step in the middle of the two men, Tomasso glares you down while Aleister just stares you up and down with a smirk.

"Come on Tomasso, tell Y/N to stop fighting your battles for you and face me like a man." Aleister attempts to push the champs buttons.

"She doesn't do anything for me." Tomasso spits back and pushes you to the side harshly.

You grunt at the sudden force and take a big step back shoving your back into the announce table. You hear Percy and Nigel shuffle away behind you. You glue your eyes to the two men in front of you, at a loss as of what to do.

"You know, that's no way to treat a lady, or how a champion acts. I may just have to take that belt and Y/N from you after all." Aleister challenges.

Tomasso glares and drops the mic to the floor with a thud, the to men lunge at eachother but are broken apart by Regal and a few men with him.

"Take Ciampa out of here now." Regal yells at you.

You grab Tomasson by the arm harshly and pull him up the ramp with a few men at your side. You can't help but grin to yourself when you hear Aleister over to speakers.

"Look out Ciampa, i'm coming for Y/N and that precious belt." Aleistar booms as he stares up the ramp.

You get Tomasso backstage and into a locker room then let him go, he yanks his arm away and confronts you.

"So selling out are we Y/N?" He accuses you sharply.

"Not at all." You reply with a shake of your head. "You foret Ciampa, i'm not loyal to you, im loyal to that belt." You remind him sharply. "So that means i can't care less if Aleister rips that belt from your selfish hands, and it's all the more better for me to be away from you." Tomasso glares at you and points to the door.

"Just get out." He booms at you. "I'm done with you for the night." You nod and happily exit the room out into the hallway.

You sigh and pray to god that Aleister and get the belt from CIampa, and it was safe to say you were ready to help him in anyway that you could.