This is where I will post my wrestling one shots and short stories. BE WARNED SOME OF THESE ARE NSFW. If you do not like these kind of stories I WILL show which ones are mature if you wish to skip them.
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"Trash" I mumbled through a mouthful of food as I stumbled after Rhea, the blonde carrying my plate away from me and plopping it down beside Roderick Strong. "Garbage" he returned passing me my fork that had clattered to the side. "Why are we here?" I asked Rhea gesturing to the four men around us "Because I'm teaming with Bobby and Kyle for a match tomorrow night and you're teaming with Adam and Roddy" she explained "Gross, why do you get the two decent ones?" I questioned rolling my eyes at Adam's indignant 'hey' at the insult. "Because even the audience can feel the sexual tension between you and the Messiah over here whenever you're in the same building" Bobby commented making me snort "Me wanting to strangle him to death isn't sexual tension Dad." I tutted ducking as he threw a piece of bread at me. "What'd I say about that? I already have two brats at home, I don't need a third one here" he sighed making me genuinely smile "I'll behave, but seriously Rhea can we swap?" I tried again receiving a middle finger salute from Adam and a harsh nudge to my ribs from Roderick's elbow. "No dice kid, fans are going crazy over you and Roderick interacting." Hunter sounded from behind us "You wanna kill a man and suddenly everyone's cheering for it" I shrugged getting to my feet and ruffling Rhea's hair before I skipped away cackling as she realized I left my plate for her to clear. "I got it, I may have said I don't need a third, doesn't mean she ain't my third" Bobby sounded, another genuine smile slipping onto my lips as I turned and blew him a kiss before exiting catering and heading for my locker room. The smile dropped from my face a few seconds later as I collapsed onto the couch and dropped my head in my hand. This was going to be a lot harder than I thought, I could put on a brave face and mock Roderick all I wanted when I only saw him for a few minutes every once in a while but to actually be around him. That was a whole new ball game, one I didn't think I was prepared for. "Shit!" I shrieked in surprise falling from the couch as the door opened and slammed shut to reveal Roddy standing in the doorway.
"Jesus Christ Garbage Can, you ever heard of knocking I could have been naked" I gasped pushing myself up only to get shoved back to the floor, the man hovering over top of me. "I could only hope" he muttered arms tense as he held himself above me "What did I say about the name calling Princess" he groaned shaking his head slowly "Uh that it has to stop or I'll be punished" I shrugged casually folding my arms behind my head "Not too concerned, you're a whole lot of talk and no real action" I added pushing him up to his feet and laying back down on the couch pretending nothing had happened as Adam walked in his eyes darting back and forth between us. "You need to go calm down" he pointed to Roderick "And you need to stop being an exceptional bitch to him, be a normal bitch like you are with everyone else" he ordered pointing at me before Roderick walked out and slammed the door. I stared between Adam and the door in confusion before I wiped my hands on my thighs "Is the feeling in my gut guilt or the fish I ate for lunch" I asked quietly wringing my hands nervously "Guilt BayBay, what's your deal with him anyway?" he wondered sitting beside me and throwing my legs onto his lap, rubbing my calves gently. "I don't know. I just, when I see him I just feel weird and I hide it by being mean I guess" I shrugged dropping my head back onto the arm of the couch. "You ever consider that maybe you like him sweetheart?" Bobby asked walking in followed closely by Kyle. "You don't even know what we're talking about" I whined lifting up my upper body so Kyle could sit down. "It's not hard to know Paris, you're talking to Adam while he rubs your calves meaning he's trying to keep you calm about a conversation you might get worked up over" Kyle pointed out "And we just passed a pissed off Roddy, it's not hard to put two and two together" he finished gently his fingers running through my hair gently. "Bobby, have I ever told you I was going to make you regret telling them my super-secret calm down methods" I sighed relaxing into the two bodies beneath me. "Time or two but in times like this, I don't regret it Sweets" he grinned from his spot in the chair to our left.
"So say I felt guilty about pissing him off so bad" I broached softly "He usually heads for a hallway up on the third floor, no one bothers him there" Adam informed patting my leg before he and Kyle pushed me up to my feet. "Wish me luck" I mumbled leaving the locker room and finding the nearest stairwell, jogging up the two flights to put me on the third floor. Stepping into the hallway I realized I had no idea where on this floor he'd be, and it's not like it was a small building either. Humming softly to myself I set about searching for the man stopping as I came upon him gently pounding his head into a wall. "You do know brain cells don't grow back right?" I broached softly throwing my hands up in surrender as he whipped around and glared at me. "Sorry" I whispered softly, the word echoing around us in the barren hallway. "Did you actually just apologize?" he questioned arching an eyebrow at me, the comment making me groan "Kind of wishing I hadn't now" I sighed running a hand down my face with frustration. "Look I'm not good at this whole feelings thing okay" I finally admitted turning around so I didn't have to look at him, my heart thundering in my chest. "I cover up literally every feeling except for anger with a bitchy, sarcastic, and somewhat rude persona." I kept going knowing if I stopped I was going to chicken out, make some rude remark and then bail like usual. "It's how it's always been since I was seriously 3, I was a mean child. People didn't like me." I was rambling now "My entire life it's like people have looked at me, how I dress and shit and just automatically hate me and so I give it right back even if I don't really feel that way." I took a deep breath "Like for instance calling you garbage and trash and constantly pissing you off because I really like you and have no idea how to deal with that when you despise me." I shrugged fidgeting furiously as I spoke "Maybe that's what happened because I didn't have a mom to explain everything, my dad's answer was to sweat it out or drink it away. Really not a good lesson in hindsight and" I stopped with a shriek as a hand slapped over my mouth, another grabbing my hands tightly.
"You don't have to pour everything out. At least not tonight. I didn't mean to sound like an insensitive asshole, I appreciate the apology but you don't really have anything to apologize for." He spoke, his voice low and husky "I shouldn't get so pissed off at you when I've been throwing the same shit back in your face" he sighed removing his hands from my mouth and hands. "You're still trash" I mumbled squeaking unattractively as he pinched my hip "And you're still garbage" he murmured back his hands coming to rest on my hips. "I don't know how to do this" I mentioned gesturing to the lack of distance between us and his hands resting on me so casually. "I've been told I'm a pretty good teacher" he shrugged thumb gently rubbing the exposed skin between my shorts and top. "You're going to end up hating me" I warned letting my hands rest on his bare chest "End up hating you? We've blown past that" He shrugged a smirk working on his lips as my jaw dropped "Oh so he's got jokes." I couldn't help but giggle quietly. "Was that...I fucking love your giggle" he sighed the look on his face one of pure adoration that made me blush slightly. "That right there is so much better than the bullshit fake one you have" he whispered thumb still rubbing tenderly on my hip. "And the smile you give Bobby every once in a while, I'd kill for you to give me that same smile" he continued softly making my blush deepen. "Maybe one day, I can't look at everyone the same way I look at Dad" I shrugged tilting my head slightly as his body tensed. "Unless of course you wanna be my Daddy" I purred sliding my hands up until they clasped behind his neck. "Princess, don't start shit you can't finish" he grunted hands now clasped tightly on my hips, pulling me flush against his body. "I am really, really sorry about how I've treated you Roddy" I whispered resting my head on his chest as he hugged me tightly. "It's alright baby girl, I'm sorry too." He sighed resting his cheek on my head. "So can I still call you Garbage Can?" I questioned lowly laughing at the low groan he let out "I'd rather my girlfriend not refer to me as anything related to trash" he grunted, my thoughts stopping as I locked onto the fourth word. "Hey, if it's too soon it's okay. I'll wait" he whispered quickly making my heart kick back into motion. "No. I" I paused trying to sort through my thoughts. "I like it. Being called your girlfriend I mean" I admitted inhaling deeply as he ducked his head and our lips touched for the first time.
