WWE Divas Fanfiction

(Heel) Io Shirai x Reader

Io smiled as she felt the tight leather of her ring gear hug onto her body; this was the only kind of hug she ever needed. She doesn't need friends, she doesn't need fans, and she doesn't need Kairi Sane or Candice LaRae.

There was a knock at her locker room door. Io opened it to see (y/n).

"What is it?"

"I just wanted to drop by. Why so aggressive?" (y/n) snickered to Io's displeased expression.

Io rolled her dark eyes with a sigh, "If you are not here to talk about anything of importance, leave."

"I guess you're in a shitty mood?" (y/n) gave a cocky smirk.

"The day was great until your dumb-ass came around." Io rolled her eyes.

"Who are you calling dumb?" (y/n) snapped back with a mock scowl.

"Oh, go screw yourself dipshit." Io flashed (y/n) her middle finger.

(y/n) laughed and let out a "tsk" of annoyance. "I thought we were friends."

"Keep this up and I skin you alive." Io said through gritted teeth.

(y/n) sighed, "Enough joking around. Why are you so stressed?" He said as he pulled out Io's chair and sat down.

"Hard times... That's all."

"Oh, is that so? Sorry to hear, 'Genius Of The Sky'." (y/n) spoke with concern.

"Don't call me that. I'm not that person any more. I'm reverting back to my alias as 'Hitokiri' from Lucha Underground now."

(y/n) smirked, "You want that title don't you? The golden, NXT champion belt, right?"

Io nodded, "Of course... I turned on my comrades for it. No one will stop me, not Candice, not Shayna. Once I make it to the main roster I will prove that I am the strongest there is." An eerie grin spread on her lips, "By then not even Kairi can stop me."

(y/n) raised his dark brows, "Conviction to your goals, eh? You've never failed to impress me with the lengths you'd go to be number one." He smirked a charming, lopsided grin.

"What can I say? I do what I have to," Io crossed her arms, her form-fitting leather shifted with her movement.

(y/n) glanced her up and down, "I see, costuming is also reverting."

"I always liked my black leather." Io shrugged.

"Looks good on you," (y/n) stood up, "I'm going to train, you can come... If you want to that is."

"Who said I wanted to?" Io humphed with a pout.

"Alright, your choice." (y/n) winked and chuckled.

Io watched as he closed the door behind him. She sighed, followed him, and scolded herself for being such a push over. She opened the door and chased after (y/n).

"Hey, wait up. I'll come,"

(y/n) smirked and joked, "Has the charming maiden given in to my warm invite?"

"You better cut the crap..."

(y/n) tossed his hair with a small motion of his head, "Yadah, yadah, the little bird's getting grumpy." (y/n) swooned to Io's annoyance.

"Little bird? Really?" 

"Yeah, of course. You fly like a bird, it's very impressive. I'd be happy if you could teach me some of your moves."

Io raised a dark brow and coyly slicked her hair back. "Hm, I'll consider it if you really want to but before that, I wan't you to do something for me."

"Oh? Do say,"

"Teach me strong style wrestling." Io looked at (y/n) with an almost pleading look.

"Why that of all? You're a high-flyer, strong style is very different from what you would be used to... Urm, you could probably pick up a tactician style of wrestling or something along those lines, you know? Incorporate agility but not necessarily high-flying could work better." (y/n) tried to lay it down lightly as his gazed glossed over the five-foot one and a half inch girl.

"It's because it's so different that I want to learn it. I want to be the best that I can be, I have to be the best there is, I will beat all of my rivals one by one." A hint of insanity crept into Io's eyes and (y/n) took an involuntary step back.

"Just focus on the task ahea-" (y/n) was cut off by a rough kiss and he felt heat as it rushed to his face.

"Enough talking, teach me already."

"O-Okay, I will."

(y/n) opened the door training room door for Io and they disappeared into the room.

"Cut! Good job guys, this would make a great segment video!" The director called from the other side of the door. "We're going to edit the material now. Feel free to whatever now."

Io gave a light-hearted fist pump, a smile of satisfaction crossed her face.

"This is great, making segments for WWE is so... Enjoyable." Io picked her words with care a faint smile curved at her pastel pink lips.

"It's fun, isn't it?" (y/n) chuckled, his mouth still felt the warmth of their kiss.
 
"You're blushing," she smirked and flicked (y/n) 's cheek with a gleeful grin. "Did you enjoy it? Because I did."

"Um, y-yeah. Uh, you kiss well."

"Thank you. You're cool so I don't mind kissing you again." Io smiled and leaned in giving you as small peck on the lips. 

"Do you want to actually learn some Strong Style wrestling though?" 

"That, would be amazing."