A/N: So I've been a huge wrestling fan for as long as I could remember and I've kinda gotten back into it since seeing Seth Rollins in Wrestlemania. Let me know what you think and if I should continue!

rated M for later chapters! :)


oo0

Stephanie McMahon stood in the center of the ring between two heated women. Charlotte Flair, the reigning women's champion, stood on one side, nostrils flared at the audacity of her opponent. New comer Hazel, standing on the other. If it weren't for Stephanie, they'd practically be nose to nose.

The contrast between them was prominent as the two shared the ring. Charlotte, standing at 5'10 144 lbs of lean muscle mass, dressed in a white blazer and a black lace top, crisp and pristine. Hazel Brooks, standing at 5'5 120 lbs dressed in torn skinny jeans, a backwards cap, and a leather bra with a mesh long sleeved crop top. Both mirroring the legacy they were representing. Charlotte, that of her father, Rick Flair. Hazel, that of her aunt Lita. Both with chips on their shoulder to prove that they were more than just their family name.

"Alright ladies, let's end this tension once and for all. This will be for a sanctioned match, one fall, for the WWE Raw Women's title." Stephane said, reading over the clipboard. "Charlotte, if you would please sign."

Charlotte took the clipboard, reading over the page before shaking her head. "No. No - I'm not signing this. Since this little wannabe thinks she's so tough, let's see how tough she can be. Who wants a No Holds Barred Match?"

The crowd cheered and Charlotte narrowed her eyes on Hazel, a challenging smirk playing on her lips. Stephanie on the other hand, shook her head furiously.

"No! No no no! Absolutely not." Stephanie interrupted.

Hazel shook her head, but for a different reason as she put the microphone up to her lips. "No, I get it. She knows in an unsanctioned match Daddy can come in and save the day like he always does. Well fine, seeing as you're too scared to face me alone, I'll agree. Just shows the kinda champ you are."

Charlotte seethed, taking a step forward while Stephanie contemplated the idea.

"Are you sure about this?" She asked.

"I'm sure." Hazel nodded her head, keeping her focus on Charlotte. "Are you sure about this? Don't forget who I got my training from, babe."

"When I'm through with you, you'll have to be carried off the ring in a stretcher. Don't forget where I got mine from." Charlotte retorted.

Stephanie adjusted the contract with her pen before it was ripped out of her hand by Charlotte. She signed it before shoving it into Hazel's chest.

Hazel smirked, signing her name before mockingly letting out a "WOOOOOO!" followed by a farting sound with her mouth getting the whole arena to laugh.


oo1

Seth

We had our orders. Once Flair was out there, our job was to deliver him to Triple H. Not that he was our boss. The Shield didn't work for anyone. We worked on the side of Justice and making sure these arrogant assholes understood that there were consequences to their actions.

Flair had been on our list for a while. Saying what he wanted. Interfering in his daughter's matches whenever she was losing. Having Triple H send us after him just moved him up to top priority.

"Bet he dreams of fucking his daughter." Dean interrupted the silence.

I laughed as Roman and I scrunched our faces in disgust at the thought.

"That's fucking sick." I commented.

The announcement was made for an unsanctioned match. I came as a surprise to me. For as long as I'd been around, that wasn't a thing in women's matches.

I knew my eyes should've been focused on Rick but Hazel was amazing to watch. From joining FCW around the same time as me, to her debut as a superstar, I'd been able to watch her progress to this incredibly talented athlete. Of course having been trained by two industry legends, nobody could expect less.

The two women went at it. Hazel had taken a few hits with a chair, thrown over the top rope, even thrown into the stairs, but she'd pulled herself together. The sexy little thing, tossed the larger woman's champ back and forth by her hair and started using her height as an advantage to take out her legs at every chance she got, while Rick barely contained himself outside of the ring.

That's all we were waiting for. The second he interfered, we were there. That moment came after Hazel for Charlotte in for a figure four. Just as the blonde looked ready to tap, in came flair with a kick to the side of her head, knocking her off his daughter.

Go time.

Our entrance video came on in time to see Hazel dropkick Rick, knocking the man out cold before getting up and doing the same to Charlotte.

"Sierra. Hotel. India. Echo. Lima. Delta. SHIELD."

The crowd cheered as we came down to the ring, making every in it stop moving to see who we were after.

We set our sights on Rick. Kicking him out through the ropes and onto the ground. Despite his daughter trying to stop us, we picked him up to his feet for a walk up the ramp. I was to his right. Roman to his left. Dean behind him. Charlotte in front, walking backwards and pleading with us.

"No! No no no! She's mine!" We heard from behind and turned to see Hazel flying through the ropes knocking us all over.

She landed on Rick and Dean, rolling to her feet and immediately grabbing a dazed Charlotte to her feet. She threw the large woman against the steel stairs before tossing her into the ring.

"You're not walking out of this one, bitch! That Title is mine!" She screamed.

We watched she she curb stomped Charlotte and I hoped to God these pants could hide my hard on. That was my move. She did my move. With the Woman's Champ on the ground, she went onto the top rope, pointing a finger in the air as the crowd watched and cheered in suspense. The she did a triple-sault, landing right on Charlotte, ensuring she was knocked out before holding her down for the count.

"1...2...3!" The referee's hand hit the mat before standing up to declare Hazel the winner.

None of us had moved, watching this woman work was mesmerizing. Rick tried to make a break for it to go to his daughter's side but we held him still while Dean rubbed the back of his head complaining of the impact.

The crowd roared as she held the belt, tears streaming down her face as she raised it above her head. She had been gunning for the title since she was first drafted to Raw, making sure to challenge Charlotte every chance she got. She was small, like a little ball of energy but agile and fearless just like Lita.

She yanked the microphone from the announcer looking at no one but Charlotte. "Had this match not been unsanctioned, it would've been over by that little stunt." She said pointing at us. "And you would've held your title. This is what YOU wanted. Remember that."

Charlotte stood, running across the ring at her in anger only to be speared onto the mat again.

"This is my yard now" Hazel stated. "Respect your champ."

Well goddamn.


After finishing for the day, I hit the showers and made my way down the hallway to watch the rest of the event. One of the doors popped open and Hazel popped out. She had changed out of her match attire into a half shirt and a pair of jeans so tight they might as well have been spandex.

"Hey." I said, stopping in front of her to lean against the wall.

"Hey." She smiled, offering a small wave.

"Congratulations on the win. It was well deserved for sure."

Proudly smiling at the championship belt thrown over her shoulder, she ran her fingers through her rose gold hair. "Thanks. Worked my ass off for it."

"I see that." I nodded, brushing my hand across a red and purple welt starting to form on her side. I don't know why i felt the need to touch her, but the blush on her freckled cheeks showed she didn't mind. "I don't think I've ever seen a woman take that many chair beatings since I started watching wrestling as a kid."

"Yeah, neither have I but it made for a hell of a match and I don't think the crowd or corporate will forget it anytime soon." She replied. "Plus, Lita took a few beatings in her day. During training she always said that pain is a made up concept, if you clear your mind of everything but your training and your goal, you won't feel a thing."

"Smart woman." I smirked.

"One of the smartest I know." She answered. "She just didn't mention that pain isn't actually a made up concept and once the match is over you'll feel like you've been run over by a Mack Truck."

I laughed and she joined in but slightly more restrained from her soreness. "Hey, I didn't miss that curb stomp you did by the way!"

"What can I say?" She laughed with an adorable shrug. "You inspired me."

"Well shit. Means a lot to hear that coming from someone in the business. What're you doing next? I was going to finish watching the event if you want to come with."

"Oh, I'd love to but I might pass out if I don't get some food in me soon. Raincheck?"

"Yeah. Yeah defi-" I stopped mid-sentence at the sound of footsteps coming to a stop next to us as Dean and Roman joined.

"Watch where you land next time." Dean said with a growl as he looked down at her.

"I knew exactly where I'd land." She returned firmly with a confident smirk holding her ground.

My eyebrows flew up at the balls on her and Roman was just as impressed. The two of us laughing at Dean. He'd acted like a baby the whole time complaining about the hit like he hadn't had worse from much bigger people.

"Seriously though, that was a sick match. Congratulations." Roman said with a smile.

"Thanks guys. I really do have to run though, so I'll catch you later." She said backing away from us with a wave.

I watched her disappear down the hallway, not ready to take my eyes off her yet. We'd known eachother for a long time and we'd always been cool but our paths in the ring had never crossed until tonight.

"Come on." Rom said, hitting me in the chest. "I think the Uso's are next."

"Yeah." I said finally turning my attention to them. "Let's go."