Greetings everyone! Just a quick disclaimer - I don't obviously any characters or portray their real lives in this fiction. I also DO NOT recommend anyone who is offended by any BDSM, cursing, or infidelity to continue to this story, it may not be your cup of tea, dearies, so just click away to something else. To whoever DOES enjoy that kind of thing, be my guest and join me. All original characters are my own and overall, I hope you enjoy my short story for now! I intend to make several chapters of this in the future so let me know what you guys think - I have a ton of amazing ideas for it. Kudos to the WWE fans and AJ Styles fans who came here to read smut. Isn't it the best kind? Enjoy and have fun reading!
-A

Chapter 1: Come Here

Here I was, Wrestlemania 33. Me, Alyssa freakin' damn Roberts.

How in the shit did I get so lucky to be here? I still couldn't believe I was here. Wrestle-fucking-mania! My friend, Shauna had won tickets on the radio and it also came with the fan axxess passes. So that meant we got to walk into the Elimination Chamber, meet the Superstars, get autographs, walk down an entrance walkway to any music we wanted of anyone's and get a video of it on DVD, see the memorabilia, be in a hotel - I was still in shock still, and I was here! I had to keep pinching myself.

Shauna was taking her best friend, Lacey, but she had to back out because of work. I was sorry to think it, but I was damn glad she couldn't get off for this. This was a dream come true! I had always wanted to come to Wrestlemania, it was one of my wildest dreams. I didn't consider myself the most knowledgeable fan but at knew what was important - that there was a ton of talented half-naked men and women up close and personal! And I had always dreamed of seeing some Randy Savage and Sting memorabilia, possibly some Stone Cold stuff, fuck, maybe he would be here! You never knew what could happen, I thought to myself. I scanned the crowd, watching as Shauna grabbed a couple of water bottles from the concession stand outside and brought one to me.

"Here, dude, I know you're hot," she muttered, "I'm burning the fuck up."

I smirked at my friend and opened the top of my water taking a quick swig. "Thanks, and I'm hotter than more ways than one, you're right about that, sister. Looking at all of these men in tights and knowing that we get to meet our favorites! I mean, shit, are we in heaven or what?" I giggled and jumped up and down in front of her, kissing her cheek with a loud "mwah!" noise. "I love you so much Shauna for bringing me dude, I'm so fucking stoked!"

"You are so welcome, baby girl. I'm just as excited. I swear to God I'll faint when I meet Roman. Will you catch me? And I brought a lot of extra clothes in case I soak all of my other one's," she said with a laugh. "So are you nervous to meet your two guys?"

I held a small TNA backpack over my shoulder filled with sharpies and pictures to have signed and blushed. "Of course I'd catch you! And, man, Shaun, I'm so glad I brought my damn Xanax, I can't help it, I am, dude. I'm nervous as hell. Just thinking about them, damn it. I know they're just people, but they're people we've masturbated to, dude. I don't think I'll be able to contain myself, chick. I know I'll cry or just freeze. I know I will."

Shauna laughed and grabbed my hand, "Come on, coo-coo for cocoa puffs, you'll be fine, and who knows, we might get a wink or two and hugs. I would mellttttttt."

I breathed in a deep breath and slid one of my pills underneath my tongue, quickly taking it and heading to the WWE Superstore with my friend. I had overwhelming excitement and anxiety all at once. I had an anxiety disorder since I was a kid, and this was a magical experience but I could feel myself about to freak out. Thank God for prescription medication.

"Jesus, Shauna, look at all of this AJ merch!" I pointed to a few hats and gloves. "I'm getting those gloves, damn it." I picked them up, hugging them to me and giving a quick squeal. "This is the best! Look, Shauna, a Roman shirt!" I picked one up for her modeling it and licking my lips at her, mocking Roman, "Hey Shauna, wanna get speared tonight?"

Shauna busted out laughing and grabbed the shirt, lightly punching me in the arm.

"Give me that, crazy!"

"You know you love it, bitch," I joked, turning her towards some AJ booty shorts on a rack right in front of me. "Wow…yeah…dude, you know I have to do it." Picking up a pair, smirking, we made our way to the counter paying for everything. "Dude, I'm changing into these right now!" I held up the shorts and headed towards the bathroom, running inside and changing with Shauna running behind me, yelling, "You're so crazy, Lyss. You're totally not wearing those to meet everyone!"

I stood in front of the mirror stripping down quickly into the shorts and admiring the huge AJ logo on the ass of the tights, pulling my tight black tank top down over my stomach and strapping the AJ gloves on. "Oh hell yes I am!" I smiled and laughed at my friend, clearly not liking my judgement. "Oh come on, Shawn, it's Wrestlemania! I'm letting loose, babe! And I'm looking good for my guys." I gave myself one last look over, pulling my Dean Ambrose necklace over my tank top and shoving my regular pants in my bag. "Alright, Shauna, come on chick, Ambrose is having a signing in fifteen minutes, we better get there!"

After a ton of walking, we finally made it to the signing, the line running what looked like miles long. "Shit, Shauna, you think we'll make it? I want to meet him so bad but fuck…this line is long."

"Baby," Shauna said smirking and giving a quick laugh, "I'm staying in this line until they tell me to fuck off."

I laughed and gave her a playful push. "You're so bad. Hey - save my place for me okay? That water dude. I should've went when I was in the bathroom changing but I gotta go and maybe catch some air to calm the fuck down, I'm too nervous right now."

"Okay, sugar," Shauna remarked, "Just be safe, I have my phone on, you text me if anything is up and I'll let you know where I'm at too if you can't find me, just call."

"Alright dude." I slid my backpack over my shoulder and made my way to the bathrooms, quickly peeing and adjusting myself in the mirror, reapplying my lipstick and sighing, talking to myself, "You're about to meet Dean fucking Ambrose dude, and AJ Styles right after! Whatttttttttttt." I pushed up my new booty shorts making sure they showed a good amount of cheeks through the sides and smiled, throwing my bag around my shoulder again.

Dean was definitely my first love when it came to CZW and WWE. I automatically fell in love with his old CZW matches and promos. He had an amazing talent on the microphone, and that voice. That sexy ass voice. Just thinking about it made me start to feel an aching in my stomach, a familiar heat. He was hot and he knew it and a bad boy and a nice guy all at once, the best package you could possibly get.

But lately, I had a huge thing for AJ Styles. I just recently started watching some of his Japan matches and TNA title matches and I just fell in love with him as a fan. And he was gorgeous to top it off - myself and Shauna being from the south, that accent just made me melt and his attitude, that huge ego was such a turn on. And not to mention those abs, those beautiful, tan, supple abs. Jesus-WHAM-

And just like that, heading outside, letting my mind wonder, I ran into a pole outside in front of me like a huge dunce. I winced and held my hands up to my sore eye and felt strong arms around me steadying me, and then I heard it, that voice.

"Hey, darlin', woah, are you alright? Jeez, you took a spill there, sweetheart. Y'know there's a pole there." And I heard it, that delicious laughter that I had heard every week on Smackdown Live. It couldn't possibly be who I was thinking of. There's no fucking way.

I slowly opened my eyes to blurry vision, still feeling those arms around me, woozy, and then I smelled an amazing cologne, filling my core with a scent of manliness.

"Darlin'? Hey? Are you alright?" I felt a hand brush some hair out of my eyes and a hand touch my chin to raise my head up to bright blue, icy eyes. It was…holy shit…it was fucking AJ Styles. No…not a fucking chance this was happening...and then in an instant, my knees gave out a little, my mouth opening and emitting a small noise resembling a squeal and excitement. "You're…you're…you're…A…AJ. Oh my God."

I finally got a good look at him as he lead me outside by my hand. Is this a fucking dream? It has to be. I fucking hit my head and I'm dreaming, yep. I'm dreaming. Those eyes and that hair, that face, that beard, those perfect, full lips, all staring at me. AT ME. What was happening.

"Yeah dear, I could see you were a fan," he said smirking, motioning at my booty shorts, my face turning blood-shot red at his words, I never expected the actual man of the hour to see me in them…to be leading me by the hand. I felt his body heat radiating against my skin, and I still couldn't bring myself to say anything.

"Darlin', I'm takin' you to my trailer to clean you up, you got quite a cut on your eyebrow, there. I'm on break, I got time. I couldn't help it, I was walking past and saw you hit that thing hard, girl. You must've been thinking about something serious." He smirked and chuckled at me, leading me to this really beautiful black WWE bus, helping me inside and sitting me down at a little kitchen table.

I breathed in sharply and took in my surroundings, looking at all of his title belts and posters on the walls, some liquor bottles on the counter, weight loss powders and workout equipment and just…I wanted to fucking shit my pants. There's no way I was in his trailer. No fuckin' way.

But then he came back and the fogginess of my mind cleared as soon as he made his way over to me with a first aid kit, sitting down closely to me and taking out an alcohol pad. "So, you likin' Wrestlemania so far? What's your name, darlin'," he asked huskily.

"I uh…," I cleared my throat and gazed into his serious eyes as he lifted the alcohol pad to my small cut, "Well obviously it's going really amazing so far and uh…," I hissed as the alcohol pad touched my cut.

"Sorry sweetheart," he cooed, getting a tiny band aid out and ointment to apply to the wound. "It's over now. So…that name?"

"It's Alyssa…Alyssa Roberts…thanks for the help…I just…wow…I can't even believe I'm here right now. AJ, it's always been my dream to meet you, and I'm in your bus. Out of all the people to help me…I'm kind of embarrassed, but, I'm like a kid in a candy store, too."

That beautiful smile that I grew to love so much from every pay per view and Tuesday night made my knees weak as it crept across his face. "Well, darlin', you're not the only one who feels that way."

"Excuse me?" I uttered, my pussy uncontrollably clenching at his words - there's no way he meant what I think he meant. I wanted to ask him so many questions but I couldn't as he tilted his head and flicked his beautiful hair back, leaning in close to me. I was able to feel the air from his breath on my face, the sweetness of his mouth drowning over my senses. "I said, you're not the only one who feels like a kid in a candy store."

And then, it happened. AJ Styles, The Phenomenal One, the sexiest man alive in my eyes, leaned in and put his lips inches from mine. "You're so exceptionally sexy, darlin'," he breathed, sliding his gloved hand up my side, over my breasts and obviously hard nipples, to my neck, tilting my face up. "Come here."

Teaser, I know, I'm a tease! Haha! Let me know what you guys think and I'll continue!

Much love, -A