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Tribal Chief

Here's a treat. Been feeling a bit more inclined to write, so here's what I could come up with.

xoxo, C

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"Wow. I like the interesting new gear,"

"Or the lack thereof,"

I stood by and watched all the girls drool over Joe as he wrestled shirtless for the first time in years. His newly rebuilt and recovered body was definitely a sight to see, and I knew he was damn proud of it, it took a lot of work after his leukemia to get this way.

After the show had ended, everyone stood at the gorilla waiting to congratulate the Samoan cousins on their great performance before wrapping up for the night. Joe was one of the most popular on the roaster and everyone had to get their word into him before he left for the evening back home.

"Y/N, do you mind taking Joe's bag for him?" a co worker of mine asked, wheeling a suitcase to me.

"Sure," I nodded, grabbing it and started dragging it to his dressing room. I could hear everyone behind me congratulating the boys and hooting and hollering over the Tribal Chief.

"Oh, hey, Y/N, wait up!" I heard from behind me. I turned around and saw Joe jogging up with his title on his shoulder.

"Hey, good job out there, big dog," I smiled as we walked to his room.

"Thank you," he chuckled before putting his hand over top of mine on the handle of his bag. "I can take this, Y/N. You shouldn't have to take my crap to my room,"

"It's really okay. If you want, I can take the championship so you can go hit the showers? Your stuff will be safe in your room," I said, making him stop and smirk. He pulling the title from his vestless shoulder and walked around me, reaching to wrap it around my waist.

"Keep it safe for me, mamas. I'll be right back, you guard my things for me," he said, grabbing my shoulders and dropping his eye in a wink. I nodded my head softly before nervously continuing to walk to his room.

"Dude!" Sasha gushed, jogging to me. "What was that all about?!"

"It was nothing. I offered to take his belt while he showers," I said as we got to the door.

"Okay, but he called you mamas? Like, that's weird," she said, making me laugh.

"He also told me to friars his stuff while he's gone, so I don't know," I smiled before walking in the door and waving at her before closing the door and looking around the large room.

He had his own catering— a small salad bar was set up in the corner along with a few drinks to choose from. There were small sofas all over the room with a big TV on the wall, and you could tell he had barely been in here today.

I sat on the biggest sofa, pulling out my phone to just scroll through the notifications there for what felt like forever. Nothing was interesting until I saw one from Sasha.

@SashaBanksWWE mentioned you in a comment on @WWEonFox's post:
          — @YourInstagram would call him Chief

"Sasha!" I groaned before I heard the doorknob wiggle. I set my phone down before Joe walked in with a towel around his waist, his wet hair falling in front of his face.

"Nice to see you still here, guarding my things," he chuckled as I stood up, taking the championship off my waist and setting it on the table.

"Well of course," I laughed softly before slowly walking towards the door, where he stood his ground.