Priest's Princess (Damian Priest X Reader)

Chapter Two: Eat A Snickers

"Okay Damian. I have a match for you tonight against Kyle O'Reilly. If you win you could get another match that will lead to a match with Keith Lee for his title." You say.

"Too much work." He replies simply.

"You want the title so you'll have to fight to get it. That's how it works." You remind.

He shrugs, "When you bring me something better I'll do it. But for now I'm relaxing." He says.

You sigh and fight every urge to flip him out of the hammock he's set up. Instead you opt to fight him with the one language he can't comprehend, shame. "So, what you're telling me is you, the Archer Of Infamy, is lazy. I could never have guessed that." You say looking at your nails.

"Excuse me?" He asks sitting up.

"I said you're lazy. I put in all of that work to get you a match and you can't even meet me halfway." You answer non-nonchalantly.

He lays back and replaces his hands behind his head, "So you're into mind games. A little darker than what I expected of you but it's an admirable trait." He smiles.

"You know everything so you'd know that about me." You reply. You sigh, "Just do the matches okay? Showing up every couple of weeks and doing nothing will tank your chances at the title. You're a solid wrestler and I don't want you to fall victim to laziness." You say.

"I'm far from lazy. You see I have a way of doing things. I wait for the perfect opportunity and seize it. That is how I---" He begins.

"Plan to live on in Infamy. I know the line, now get up!" You roar, him having hit your last nerve. He hesitates but does as you say.

You give him the new leather vest you wrangled up for him and spray his hair with a little mixture to make it wet and shiny. "Now put this on." You say giving him some oil.

"What is this?" He asks curiously.

"It's oil. The fangirls like it and fangirls can be really influential online. They might make a campaign or a fanfiction about you or something." You answer.

"While I'll always welcome admiration from women, what about the recognition of my raw talent?" He asks.

"It's possible to recognize and appreciate talent while also thinking someone is attractive." You answer.

"Fine." He replies. He puts his arms out for you to rub the oil on him.

"I'm not rubbing anything on you." You say.

He smirks and takes the oil from you, "So you're afraid of how much you'll enjoy it?" He asks.

"First of all. Even if I did find you attractive you being the hardest person to deal with I've ever met, it's pushed all of that out of the window." You answer.

"A 'Will They Won't They' plot. I like it." He announces.

You roll your eyes leave. You find Shotzi outside riding around in a little tank. "What are you doing?" You ask.

"I'm just enjoying my evening." She answers.

Some people walk by and she shoots glitter at them from the tank. They run away horrified. "You're terrorizing them." You say.

She shrugs. "So, did you and Damian talk?" She asks.

"Yes, and I might have finally convinced him not to be lazy. He's a talented man but I can't--" You begin when you hear a whistle. You turn around and see Ricochet approaching.

"Evening ladies." He greets. You and Shotzi reply the greeting. He gently takes your hand and places a kiss upon it. "May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?" He asks.

"London Grey." You answer. "A sweet name for a beautiful flower." He flirts. Shotzi quickly leaves in her tank. "Damnit come back here!" You think, fairly loudly. But not audibly.

"Would you do me the honor of going on a date with me, maybe tomorrow?" Ricochet asks. You'd consider a yes. But you've planned to train tomorrow, and he's not exactly your type....

"Sorry, I have plans." You answer.

He leaves seemingly disappointed and you turn back to Damian's door. He appears in it within seconds, fully oiled up. "You look great." You compliment kindly. "As always." He replies. He leaves to Gorilla to prepare for his upcoming match.

He watches a lot matches to plot how he'll defeat his opponents. Opponents he usually opts to not fight. You sigh at the thought.
He's got the look and the talent. But he thinks he can relax his way to the top and you know that's impossible.
There are plenty of people in NXT who are all hungry to make it to the main roster. They'll do everything they can. Damian, he'll do the bare minimum.

His theme hits and you and him walk out together. You and him stand in the spot lights and eventually make your way to the ring. Damian does his regular entrance and you stand beside him. His opponent comes out and the match begins.

"Stay on him! Don't let him have a second!" You yell from beside the ring. Damian follows your direction and gets the advantage. You make your way around the ring examining the angles and giving direction.

All of that gets derailed when Ricochet's theme hits. He comes out with a mic,
"I hate to interrupt, I really do. But Damian I challenge you to a match next week. You see I have a NXT money in the bank and I'm willing to put that on the line." Ricochet announces. Damian lays out his opponent with a vicious clothesline and retrieve a mic of his own, "You've gotten my attention, Ricky. But I know you must want something to put that on the line." He says pointing to the briefcase. "Oh I want something. I want London." Ricochet says.

You laugh. As if Damian would trade you.

"You know what. There aren't many things I love more than a good gamble, you're on!" Damian replies.

Before you can make it to him to protect Ricochet's theme hits. He leaves and you turn to Damian, you leave him behind in the ring.