Hey guys! So, I told you all I'd be writing a Dolph fic soon... and I didn't lie! There are barely any on here, so it wouldn't surprise me if this doesn't get many reviews, but meh, it's pretty much for my own personal gain anyway... but of course, I'd still love for you all to leave feedback!

Obviously Dolph's real name is Nic, so I'll be using that instead of his ring name... mainly because I just can't take him seriously when I call him DZ in here, haha. As for everyone else, I've just used their wrestling names so it doesn't get all confusing.

Anyway, hope you all like it. It's a pretty original idea behind it, but hopefully it'll turn out okay. Please don't forget to review!

Dirty Little Secret

Chapter 1

Nic

Running a hand through my messy hair, I pushed open the familiar locker room door, a permanent smirk on my face as I made eye contact with my fellow workers, daring them to do better.

I wasn't exactly the biggest star in the business, but as far as I was concerned, I was by far the best wrestler they had. Not only did I have charisma, but the mic skills, the looks... the list went on and on.

"Nice match, Nic," A good friend of mine, Zack Ryder, spoke up from one of the benches, a smirk on his face as he held his fist out for me to return.

"Yeah, you don't have to tell me, I know," I smirked back, returning our own handshake before I moved to my own space next to him, picking up my towel and throwing it over my shoulders.

"Yeah but, you think you're good at everything, Ziggles," John Morrison began from the opposite side of me, and I turned to raise an eyebrow at him. Who was he to say that to me? He was just some punk ass brunette who was a less hot version than me.

"Because I am," I shrugged.

"Sure you are," He nodded sarcastically, smiling a shit eating grin my way, "You're the best wrestler in this locker room, right? You're 'perfection'."

"That's what the theme says, dude," I rolled my eyes, beginning to grow tired of him already. I turned around and pulled out my blackberry, updating my statuses as Jomo the homo carried on about something totally unimportant.

Well, until I heard something about chicks.

"What was that?" I looked up, a frown on my face.

"I said, you tweeting about chicks again?" He chuckled, "Sure you are, the only action you get is online."

"Whatever, you and I both know I can get any woman I want, whenever I want," I turned to Zack, a smirk on my face when I nodded his way, "Ain't that right, man?"

"Yeah," He grinned back, looking up at John, "You should have seen this one chick a few months back. We were at this club; she arrived with her boyfriend about half an hour after us. Nic liked her, so he went up... ten minutes later she'd left the club with him."

"Huh-uh," John nodded with a raised eyebrow, "Was she blind? Or really, really drunk?"

"Funny," I replied, glaring his way, "You're just jealous cause you can barely get any, man. I bring a different girl home every night, and believe me; they all come back for more."

"It's true," Zack nodded in agreement, "I'd do anything to be this guy," He patted me on the shoulder.

"Is that so?" John folded one arm across his chest, his other lifting to rub his chin in thought, "And you really think you could have any girl?"

"Any," I smirked, raising an arrogant eyebrow his way.

"Alright then," He nodded to himself, before folding his arms completely, "I bet you $500 that you can't get a girl of my choice to sleep with you in a month."

My smile froze on my face as I looked his way, wondering if he was being serious. Since when were we talking about bets? And a girl of his choice? He was probably gonna pick some crazy ass girl that was into other chicks or something...

But how could I refuse? I couldn't ruin my reputation by turning it down and making myself look like a pussy.

I turned to look at Zack, a questioning look on my face as if I were asking for his opinion. Truthfully, I was asking for a way out, but I knew he wouldn't be much help with that. With a smirk he nodded my way, so with the smallest of groans I turned back around and plastered the smirk back on my face.

"Alright, you're on. Who's the girl?"

"Hmm, let me think..." Jomo brainstormed for what felt like forever, probably running over every damn Diva there was before his eyes lit up and he nodded to himself, before his eyes returned to my face, a far too amused expression on his own, "Tegan."

My face dropped for the second time in the last few minutes, but this time my smirk would not be returning. Was he out of his fucking mind?

"You've gotta be kidding me," I shook my head, "That girl is a psychopath, Jomo. I ain't even fucking going near her, never mind sleeping with her."

"Alright," He shrugged, "I just thought when you said you could sleep with any girl, you actually meant any, not just the easy ones... but ya know, it's cool if you can't handle it."

I gritted my teeth, hating him and his stupid mouth, his stupid ideas... everything about him was just downright stupid. Tegan Williams was the craziest woman I'd ever known... and because of my damn rep, I somehow had to get her to sleep with me. This was gonna be the hardest month of my life.

"Fine, whatever, I'll do it," I shrugged, forcing myself to smile, "It'll be a piece of cake."

"Sure it will," John chuckled, "Make sure you keep us updated."

"Oh don't worry, I will," I smirked, throwing my phone down before I turned around so I could see both Zack and John at the same time, "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go take a shower, then go win myself a bet." I winked, before walking off, my smile quickly disappearing as I thought just how fucked I really was.

Tegan

"Wow, you're in a good mood today," My best friend snorted from beside me, and I rolled my eyes, wondering why she even bothered saying that to me. Every single day she told me the same thing... didn't she know this was the usual me by now?

"Aren't I always?" I raised an eyebrow as I turned to look at her, her bright pink strand of hair matching her wrestling gear perfectly.

"Touché," She chuckled, shaking her head back and forth, her curly locks bobbing along with it, "I just thought seeing as you'd had a good match out there tonight, you might actually be happy for a change," She was still smiling as we walked into the canteen, which was still surprisingly buzzing with people. Great, just what I wanted.

"Yeah, a match against Barbie," I sneered, referring to Kelly Kelly, "I don't think that's cause for celebration. When I face someone like Beth, Michelle, you... then I might crack a smile."

"And I'll grow a tail and fur," She joked back as we manoeuvred through the people around us, my face set in a permanent sneer. One fact about me – I hated people. I had never been a people person... in fact, except for Nattie, I hated the majority of the people I worked with. I wasn't there for them, anyway. I was there to work, not to socialise.

Queuing up with the rest of the people waiting for food, we began a small conversation about the night's events, and about the Diva division at the moment.

"I'm telling you, we're two of the only decent ones left, Nattie," I eyed her with a sideways glance.

"You can't say that, Tegan," She shook her head with a hushed tone, "Alright, so maybe the Divas aren't like they used to be, but they're all here for a reason."

"Yeah, tits and ass," I scowled, thankful that it was my turn to grab some chow. I didn't want to argue with her about the females of the wrestling world, we had done that far too many times already.

I grabbed a plateful of healthy stuff and a bottle of water before I backed away and waited for my friend. Realising that she was nearly done, I span around to look for an empty table... and smacked face first into whatever idiot was stood behind me.

"What the..." I groaned, my eyes checking to make sure I hadn't thrown food everywhere before I looked up into the face of the person before me, my eyes narrowing and a sneer growing across my features at the site of him.

The annoying blonde guy just stood there staring at me, a smirk plastered on his stupidly attractive features as he looked down at me. What the fuck was he looking at? I rose an eyebrow at him, waiting to see if he was going to speak.

"Sorry about that, gorgeous," He finally began, winking my way.

I pulled a face at his words, wondering why I'd even bothered to hear him talk at all. He was just like all the other damn guys around, after one thing, and one thing only.

"Ew," I replied in disgust, thankful that Natalya was now by my side.

Sending one last glare his way, I pushed past him and walked over to the nearest empty table I could find. I slumped down in my seat, letting out a sigh of relief. I hadn't realised how exhausted I was until I'd finally gotten a minute to rest.

"What was all that about?" My blonde friend spoke up; her eyebrow raised as she pulled out the chair across from me and took a seat.

"What was what about?" I pulled a face, eating a forkful of salad.

"You and Nic," She nodded her head towards the guy that was now helping himself to some food.

"He bumped into me," I shrugged.

"Yeah, and he was trying to be nice to you... and you were a total bitch," She accused.

"Nice? Please," I scoffed, rolling my eyes, "The guy is an ass and everyone knows it."

"So he's the male version of you, huh?" She asked, letting out a small sigh, "Look Tee, you know I love you... but you seriously need to stop being so short with everyone. You're never going to get anywhere if you do, and not to mention you're never going to find yourself a guy."

"Who said I want a guy? Every single relationship I've had in the past has ended badly, so what's the point? I'm better off without them."

"So you're afraid of falling in love?"

"I didn't say that," I glared, "That ain't the problem. I've been in love before, and I've had plenty of guys fall in love with me..."

"Oh yeah? Sure, I can really see them all diving at your feet after you've insulted them in every way possible," She laughed my way.

"Please," I rolled my eyes, flicking my fiery red hair behind my back, "I could make any guy fall in love with me if I wanted. Any guy."

"Any?" A small smirk began to grow across Natalya's face, and I frowned, wondering what she was up to, "You sure about that?"

"Umm, yeah..."

"Alright then," She nodded, "I bet you that you can't get a guy of my choice to fall in love with you over the next month."

"Please," I rolled my eyes, "Why would I wanna do that?"

"I dunno," She shrugged, looking down at the women's title that lay beside her on the table, "Maybe because I'll go to Vince and tell him you deserve to get a shot at the title... and you know how much he adores little old Nattie," She winked.

"You're joking, right?"

"No," She shook her head, "If you do this... if you get a guy to love you in one month, I'll go to Vince straight away and ask him to give you a title shot. Pinky promise," She held out her hand, smiling my way.

I looked down at her hand, then back up at her, wondering what I should do. The whole bet thing was ridiculous... but what she'd offered me, well... it was the one thing I wanted more than anything. How could I turn that down? One month of torture with some random guy would be worth winning the title.

"Alright, fine," I joined pinkies with her, "You've got yourself a deal. Now, who's the guy?"

A wicked smirk grew across her face, and I gulped, wishing I'd been clever enough to ask this before we'd made the deal. I was gonna be in so much shit, I just knew it...

"Who else?" She asked, her eyes turning sideways to one of the tables where the blonde guy from earlier was sat, "You've got a month to make Nic Nemeth fall in love with you, Tegan."