Author's Note: This story takes place during/after RAW October 6, 2014. Tyson and Natalya have been having some marriage problem and he seems to not care about her. One of her fellow co workers sees her emotional state and wants to help her... in more ways than one.
Rating: M... must I specify why.. I mean sexy good stuff happens here.. FEMSLASH.. don't like then why did you click this? XD
Pairings: Layla/Natalya and another pairing in a couple chapters..
I do not anyone in this story and is complete fiction.
Natalya's POV
Flashback
Earlier tonight during Raw October 6, 2014
I honestly feel pretty good even though I am not competing tonight. My husband TJ, otherwise known as Tyson Kidd, is in a singles match against The Real American, Jack Swagger. Despite him being well how do I put this lightly a jerk, I am going to be at ringside supporting him because I love him.. sometimes. This is a big moment for him and if he wins, it is a big win in his career and I want to be there with him. We already made our way down during the commercial break to a mix reaction. The cheers were obviously for me and I obviously adore my fans so I high fived them as we walked down to the ring and walking up the apron and through the ropes. Tonight I decided that I was not going to wear my usual attire and wore a black dress with some dangling earring and I also pulled my hair back. TJ wore the same attires as he does on NXT; his same yellow trunks and matching boots with a white jacket. He always brings the huge, white headphones to the ring to listen to music. Speaking of that he did that last week, I believe it was. I have been assigned to mentor the newest Total Diva member, Rosa Mendes, who has actually been here longer than I have and he completely blocked out the match with those stupid things. I wanted to show that she made progress, very little but some. But no, he wanted to be a jerk so I took his phone. Anyways, Jack and Zeb made their way down the ramp and he gave me his stupid headphones and I climbed out of the ring as he threw his jacket outside. The bell ring signaling the start of the match, Jack moved first running and cornering my husband in the turnbuckle. The official finally got Jack to break it up and as soon as he did, Tyson got him in a side headlock but his opponent counter and pushed him toward the turnbuckle.
Tj jumped up and avoided The Real American charged at him and rolled to gain some distance. Evading another strike that Swagger attempted to hit him with TJ ducked under the second clothesline. Jack quickly stopped his momentum with a shoulder tackle and did a "We the People" chant that roared across the Brooklyn arena. I couldn't help but want to look away as punched him then irish whipped him to the opposite side of the ring. Out of instinct he slid out of the ring and walked over toward me but Swagger was on the pursuit to get him back inside the ring. The crowd booed loudly as he ran from his opponent to gain separation but I felt his hands grab me and shifted me away from the apron and I turned face to face with the giant man from Oklahoma. "Tj, What are you doing?" I asked him as my husband hid behind me. Is he really using me as a meat shield? Would Swagger attack me? Why would he put his own wife in harm's way?
"Look at this now. Come on!" I heard Michael Cole say to his fellow coworkers with a disgusted tone in his voice. "Tyson Kidd now using his wife as shield allowing him to take control of this match." He continued as Tyson was able to stand on the apron and deliver a kick to Jack onto the concrete floor.
He then had the nerve to walk over to me and try to get me to high five him so I turned my heels and try to walk away but I turned to face him again. "Well!" I spoke with an annoyed tone and motioned to him.
He obviously had forgotten about his opponent which was a rookie mistake as Swagger was slowly raising to his feet. My husband using his foot to add some pressure on the man from Oklahoma. "1...2..3..4." He broke the hold but delivered a stomp to the head of Swagger. Climbing into the ring, he delivered more stomps to a defenseless Jack. I heard the referee yell again as he continued. "1..2..3." TJ backed away from the corner.
"I can't believe Tyson would hide behind his wife," I heard JBL spat as they showed the replay up on the titantron. For once Mr. John Bradshaw Layfield, I completely agree with you on something.
After that, I heard the commentators basically repeated and arguing about with JBL has previously said before as I kept my attention toward the ring. By this point, my husband hit the Real American with a devastating neckbreaker and went immediately for the cover, "1...2.." Swagger kicked out and he knew he had to keep the big guy down so he went immediately into a chokehold. The Oklahoma Native found his hidden strength with the fans chanting 'We the People!' and was able to power out of the submission maneuver. TJ kicked him in the gut and tried to gain momentum but was overtaken by the clothesline; the Canadian rolled over toward the turnbuckle once he stood up he received a knee to the gut and was flown halfway across the ring. Ouch! I thought as I heard the impact.
"We the People!" I heard the Real American yell along with the fans as he ran over to the opposite turnbuckle with my husband was lying. I knew what was coming, The Swagger Bomb, one of Jack's finishers. He jumps and lands directly on the small man and stands back up with ease. Tyson evaded him once again as he rolled Jack up and then decided to go for the Sharpshooter, made famous by my uncle. But Jack counters and rolls over to grab his ankle and stands up to attempt to lock in The Patriot Lock. Somehow he escapes and kicks Jack and lands on the apron. The taller man charges at him but the Canadian kicks him in the head.
He walked across the apron, "Out of the way!" He practically demands me as he climbs up onto the top rope. The Real American seizes his chance and pushes the smaller man down and somehow got a hold of Tyson's ankle in midair and secured the Patriot Lock. I knew Tyson was in trouble and I wanted to help but that would require me to cheat for him. He crawled over this way fingertips away from the ropes and I could tell that's what he wanted me to do but I couldn't for two reasons. The official was staring right at me making sure that I didn't assist him and it's not in my blood to cheat. Swagger pulls him back dead center and he has no choice but to submit.
"Here is your winner as a result of a submission, Jack Swagger," spoke the Announcer, Justin Roberts, as Jack's theme echoed throughout the arena. I just walked over and tried to comfort my husband as I rubbed his back.
I knew something was wrong with he threw off his shoe and gripped a hold of his ankle, "Are you okay?" I asked him as he winces in pain. He gave me the evilest look and I just stated simply, "There was nothing I do have done TJ."
In the back...
"What the hell was that Natalya? You could have helped me!" He spoke out of anger while limping down the hallway heading toward the trainer's room.
"What did you expect me to do?" I asked him.
"Been useful at least, you could have helped me get to the ropes or distracting the referee something!" He hissed.
I had to admit I was hurt by his words. Was I really useless to him? Was I just a shield to protect himself? "I don't cheat and you wouldn't have gained anything from it! Cheaters never get anywhere in life. Remember that Theodore! You have some nerve trying to use me as a shield. I could have gotten hurt!" He knows I am furious when I call him by his first name but his expression remained the same.
"Nah. You are a professional and you have taken plenty of bumps before you would have been fine." He merely stated like it was nothing. There is a perfectly good reason why there is not mix-gender matches anymore.
"My opponents aren't fucking six feet tall and nearly three hundred pounds! If Swagger didn't have a heart, he would have attacked me and I could have been seriously hurt. Don't you care for my safety at all?"
"Whatever. I am going to get this ankle looked at." He spoke bluntly as he put on his headphones.
"Don't you want me to come with you?" I asked him only for him to turn up the music louder and motion me away like I was some peasant. "You are such a dick." I mumbled as I headed toward the Diva's locker room. I just need to calm down and think about what I need to do.
End Flashback
Here I am thirty minutes after the match still in the same spot I have been on a bench in the Diva's locker room. A millions thoughts racing through my head and I can't seem to focus. TJ has been acting like this for the past few months and I can't comprehend why. I know this is just a storyline and for Total Divas but outside the company he is too. Is he really jealous of my success with the company? He shouldn't be. He is very talented and soon hopefully he can come back to the main roster and maybe earn some title shots. That is the only thing I can think of. That would explain why he is acting like such a jerk toward me, right? What if he found someone else and just doesn't care about me now? The locker room was quiet, not a diva in sight which is good for me to hide my emotions. They must be all at catering eating after that Diva's match. That and I believe there was another match tonight, a diva tag match to be precise. Aj Lee and a mystery partner against Alicia and Paige.. I don't remember if that has happened already or not. I believe the other one was Brie in a handicap match against Summer Rae, my on-screen enemy. The shorter Bella was to have her hand tied behind her back; basically she is going through the same type of matches as her sister, Nikki, who is now a cooperate sell-out. The reason why is that Brie quit back at Payback and The Principal Owner, Stephanie McMahon, started taking her frustration out on Nikki. About two months later at Summerslam, Nikki attacked her sister and helped Stephanie get the victory. I felt bad for Nikki at first but not I feel bad for Brie. All this because of her husband, and he never did anything wrong either. I just buried my face in my hands for a couple moments and then I looked down to see see a pair of legs in front of me. Who the? I looked up to see the woman I had previously talked about. The blonde woman just looked at me for moment and she finally spoke, "Are you okay Nattie?"
"Why do you care Summer?" I spat at her. We aren't exactly friends so the fact that she is concerned or pretending to be concerned has me skeptical.
"Because I saw what happened out there, he is acting like a jerk, isn't he?" She spoke simply not making eye contact with me. Jerk is an understatement.
"It's just storyline Danielle," I stated bluntly.
"I don't think it is." She sassed while examining my body movement and placing her hands on her hips, "I can understand that you don't want to talk about to me at least."
"I don't know what his problem is.." I trailed off. Why am I even talking to her? Wait, why is she even talking to me; she hates me, right?
"Men are a mystery to everyone. I don't have a man but I am really happy just being meand living my life. I don't mean to get off topic but my bag is right behind you, can you hand it to me please?"
"Sure." I turned around and picked up her golden bag which I think is a new one. "Here you go." I handed the bag to the leggy blonde.
"Thanks. I know we aren't exactly friends but the cameras aren't on us so we can be civil with each other. You are friends with Lay so you must not be that bad." She chuckled lightly trying to lighten the mood.
"Thank I guess." I rolled my eyes at her.
"At least you are sane unlike some of the girls back here; you have your moments." She giggled again while playing with her hair.
It was then that I heard the door opened and a familiar voice speak in a familiar accent, "Summer, girl! I finally found you."
"Here I am," Danielle spoke playfully to the Brit.
She finally realized that I was sitting across from her. As she walked over toward us, the British woman observed me for a brief moment before asking. "Nattie, what's the matter?"
"Lay, I don't really want to talk about it anymore right now. I just want be by myself right now."
The older woman just looked over at her bestie and then stated, "Alright, I will come talk to you in a bit. I want to give you your time to yourself. Come on girl, let's go."
Summer and Layla starting to walk toward the entrance to the locker room and it was the leggy blonde that turned around and spoke, "Just saying, you deserve a lot better." With that, they walked out the door disappearing from my sight.
I don't know what it was but what Summer's words just kept repeating in my head. I deserve better.. He use to spoil me rotten until recently, I can't figure out what has changed about him; he just won't tell me. I need to know if I did something wrong. He just keeps shutting me out. Why? I just stared at the monitor and watched the rest of Raw. The only thing that lightened my mood in the slightest is when Dean returned but with a hotdog wagon. Where did he get that? Coney Island? That's where he claimed to have gone and was shown getting on the subway train earlier tonight. I have no idea. Observing the man as he rolled the cart down toward the ring; Orton and Kane just stared at Lunatic Fringe and went out to investigate. Ambrose drew condiments from a holster around his waist. He squirted and covered the Attorney men with mustard and ketchup and after a while he was able to get his hands on Seth. He covered Mr. Money in the Bank in various hotdog toppings and that's sort of when I started to zone out again. By the time, I know it Raw was over and it was time for me to leave but then I remembered that Layla was going to come back. So I decided to text Tyson to see if he calmed down at all and which I doubt. 'Hey honey, are you okay? Do you want me to wait on you before I leave?'
'Perfectly fine and nah, I am going to hang with the guys so do whatever. I guess I will see you back at the motel tonight or tomorrow. Got to go, bye.'
'Love you too babe, sheesh.' What the hell was that? Rude much. Why is he STILL mad at me for something I didn't do?
While I would wait on the other woman to return, I might as well get changed into my street clothes. I refuse to wear my ring attire out in public unless necessary probably have some perverts gawking at my ass or something. I dug through my duffel bag and found a pair of skinny jeans and a pink blouse along with some tennis shoes. Quickly changing, I laid down on the bench and just relaxed. I just closed my eyes and thought to myself as I waited for my friend to return and I know she wouldn't leave me alone until I told her what was bothering me. Layla is just a really good friend like that. The room was quiet until I heard the door open and close in a few quick seconds so I assumed that it was someone looking for another diva. Where the hell is Lay? She must have forgotten about me that or Summer is still attached to her. Maybe I should just text her and see where she is, I opened up my eyes and then heard a voice, "I see that you are awake now." What the? I sat up quickly and looked over to the bench beside me and there sat the tiny Brit with her legs crossed. "Nat, I didn't mean to scare you. I thought you were sleeping and it would have been rude to wake you up."
Layla's POV
I just watched as the younger woman turned away slightly to glance at her phone. It was clear to me that she didn't really want to talk yet. "That's fine Lay." She spoke to me while finally looking over to me.
"Can you tell me what's the matter? Why are you so sad, Nattie?" I asked her to see if she would finally answer me but I had a hunch that I knew what this was about. The blonde didn't respond. "Is he still acting like..?" I trailed off when I watched her facial expression change from blank to sad. Tyson has been such a jerk to her lately and it probably makes her not feel wanted or loved. I stood up and walked over to the bench she was sitting and sat next to her. I leaned her head onto my shoulder just to comfort her and that's when I got a scent of her shampoo.. it smelled like raspberries. I hate to admit it now, but I have had the hugest crush on the Canadian for the past couple years. Though I can really never admit it to anyone, since she does not like women and it would just make everything awkward. I believe the only ones with intelligent enough to figure it out was Michelle and Summer. My former partner could tell off hand when she would notice how I stare at the Neidhart like a 'love lost puppy' when Laycool had to feud with her. At the time, we had the Diva's Title and the company decided to push Nattie and ignite the tension between us. We had to mock her and compare her to her father, Jim 'the Anvil' Neidhart which was stupid to me. Before and after every show, I would repeatedly apologize for the things I was going to say. She said that it was okay because she knew it was part of the script and I didn't mean it. Eventually she would defeat both of us in a handicap match to capture the Diva's title for the first time and only time so far. Danielle just knew by the way we tried trash talking the other divas since we are heel and I could never say anything bad about Nattie. She promised to never tell anyone and all I asked was for her to at least be civil to her. I know they can't in the ring or on Total Divas but hopefully one day they can be friends. What is not to love about Nattie, every man or woman's dream. Her long, blonde hair and her chocolate brown eyes; that's merely just the beginning off all the great things about her. She is cocky when she needs to be; her laugh and when she says 'Yeah Baby'. Her wrestling abilities are top notch in the Diva's division and her figure.. don't get me started on her body. I looked down at her and she was looking up at me with a confused look on her face. I guess I must of spaced out. "Sorry, I zoned out for a moment. Would you like to hang out if you aren't busy?"
"Yeah Lay, that sounds fun. Is anyone else coming with or no?" She asked.
"No, it's about you tonight unless you want people to tag along." I replied back to her.
"Nah, where are we going to go, Lay?" She asked as she sat back up.
"Wherever you want, let's go!" I exclaimed as we both grabbed our bags and headed out of the locker room. What should we do? Maybe go to a bar, no wait; what would happen if I get to drunk? Don't get me wrong, I would love to let my hands explore her body but I would definitely want to be sober for that. Damn it, I shouldn't be thinking about that now; I would end up losing control and doing something I might regret. All I want to do is show that she is wanted and loved even if it wasn't by her own husband. We got into my car and I spoke to her again, "Where are we going, it's up to you? We could go get something to eat or watch movies. Maybe go shopping or possibly go dancing."
"Movies sound okay and I am kind of hungry honestly," She spoke as she gazed out the window looking at out at the surroundings.
"Are you in the mood for pizza or Chinese food? I can go for whatever."
"Pizza works and thanks Lay. " I just flashed a smile at her and kept my focus on the road. I could tell that she was still upset as the younger woman kept looking down at her phone. It clicked in my mind that she must be waiting on a call or text from her hubby. When we get to the room, I am going to see if she will finally open up and let her emotions show. Hiding or bottling up your emotions is very unhealthy, doing so can cause you to be depressed and make you snap. I know she just needs someone to listen to her and give her the advice that she needs.
We arrived at the hotel I was staying at and lucky for me Danielle was rooming with Saraya so that means I have a whole room to myself. That means if something does happen between us that no one can intrude on us which is a blessing last thing we would need is unnecessary gossip. "I will take your bags Ms. Neidhart." I spoke playfully as I grabbed both of our duffel bags and slung them over my shoulder as I locked my car. The Canadian merely looked at me and wanted to protest but she already knew it was pointless to argue with me. Silly Nattie, you are my guest. We walked through the sliding doors and headed toward the elevator, she smiled but remained silent as we finally made it to my floor, the ninth floor. Exiting the elevator, I pulled my keycard out and slide it to gain access to my room. "Welcome to one of my many homes away from home!" I joked. No seriously, when you are a professional wrestler, you spend a lot of time in hotel rooms, emphasize on a lot. "Make yourself comfy, the bigger television is in the bedroom so let's go find something to watch." Setting our bags on the couch, we walked into the bedroom and I flopped onto the queen size bed. "Bed! I missed you.. so comfy.." The Neidhart just gave me a look like I was crazy; I sat back up. Patting the bed I cooed, "Come here, talk to Doctor Layla. What's on your mind?"
Obeying me, the blonde woman slowly laid down on the bed and rested her head on my lap. "I don't really think you need to bother with my problems, Lay." She looked up at me and I just gave her a 'tell me now' look and she sighed. "Okay. I know you are bugging me because you care." I waited for her to answer and then starting running my fingers through her hair. "It all started about a month ago, Tyson has just been acting differently. I know we have this storyline together and he is suppose to be acting like an asshole to me. It is not just on-screen when we are home, he acts like this too. He doesn't seem to care about me anymore and I can't understand why. People keep telling me, it is because he is jealous of my success in the company. Why is he jealous? He hasn't nothing to be jealous of! WWE just hasn't pushed him yet... He also told me that we don't connect like we use to anymore. Is he really going to throw away the past thirteen years of us being together? I.. I.. just don't know anymore.. I don't make him happy anymore.." Spoke the younger blonde with a combination of sniffling and with tears streaming down her face. This honestly is breaking my heart seeing her like this. "Lay, I don't know what to do. Do you know he ditched me tonight and went to hang with the guys? He didn't say I love you or anything."
Still playing with her hair, I used my free hand to wipe away the tears still streaming down her face. "Sweetie, he just needs to get a large dose of reality and realize that he needs you more than you need him. Nattie, you are a wonderful woman, intelligent, funny, beautiful, You are the total package and he is very lucky to have you. You would probably have a line of men from here to China that would beg to be in the same spot that he is. Don't let him get to you. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" I asked her as I just laced one of my hand with hers.
"Just having you to talk to is already making me feel a little better." She reassured me. "I just want happiness, even if it is for a short amount of time." She continued in sadden tone as she readjusted herself to now she was sitting beside me on the bed. Without even thinking over the consequences, I leaned over and gave her a small kiss on the Canadian's lips. Her body flinched but she didn't pull away or kiss back which told me she wasn't sure how to react. That or she just doesn't want to hurt my feelings. I pulled away and just stared at her eagerly waiting for a response. Why did I have to be so stupid and do that? "Lay..." She murmured in a hush tone. "I am.. married.. I can't.."
"Nattie, I just want you to feel loved and wanted. I want to make you happy." I said truthfully as I leaned back over to the younger blonde. "I promise all I want to do is to show you the affection that you deserve.. let me show you..." Without hesitation, I crashed my lips against hers with a heated passion and she shyly returned my kiss. Laying the Canadian back down onto the bed, I laced my one of my hands together with hers. After a few more seconds, I broke the kiss. "You are so beautiful Nattie." I whispered in her ear causing her to shiver and blush at my compliment. "Do you want me to stop?" She was reluctant to answer but nodded her head no. I smiled and decided to eagerly continue my exploration of the beautiful woman laying beneath me. Slowly undoing the buttons of her pink blouse revealing her lacey, red bra. Removing and tossing the blouse somewhere else on the bed and I kissed a trail down her chest. Leaning her up slightly, I wrapped my around her back and made my way to the back of her bra. Fiddling with it momentarily, before I removed it, I asked, "Are you sure, you want this?" She nervously nodded once again. Tossing the piece of clothing carelessly aside to reveal her beautiful, perky breasts. Deep down, I couldn't help to think that this was wrong. I mean, she is married but I can't control myself anymore. I truly care about the Hart woman and my only desire right now is her happiness. If Tyson won't show her love; I will.
Wasting no time, I took one of the already erect nipples into my mouth. Flicking my tongue across the flesh swiftly, I could hear a mixture of whimpers and light moans of approval from Natalya. "Ah Lay that feels so good!" She moaned as I starting to suck on the flesh while massaging her other breast. Her moans are music to my ears. Sounds that I thought I would only hear in my fantasies. Deciding I have given enough attention to her left breast, I switched my attention to her right one. Nibbling on the erect skin, the blonde whimpers once more and that's my sign to stop teasing.
"You like that, don't you?" I purred seductively as I climbed back up to meet the other woman's gaze. Planting a kiss on her lips, I lowered my hands down to her waistline causing her to arch her back up. "These are in the way." I smirked as I started to undo the button of her jeans. In one swift motion, I pulled the skinny jeans off and threw them wherever and saw her matching red, lacey panties. Looking back up at her, one of hands wondered to her waistline again, and slowly starting rubbing her womanhood through her panties.
I quicken my pace as she whimpered again, "Lay.. Don't tease me."
Stopping my actions, I crawled up on top of her and leaned down once again. "Patience, my queen. We have all night. I want this to special." I cooed as I pulled her into another captivating kiss but this kiss was different. She was more into it, devoured by her lust. She parted her lips allowing me to full access. Our tongues danced for dominance and until we broke the kiss. Wasting no more time, I left a trail of soft kisses starting on her lips down her neck and chest; her body melting to each touch to her bare skin. Continuing to place kisses down her abdomen, I stopped right above panties. Hooking the waistband of her panties, I slid them down past her ankles and tossed them somewhere else. "So beautiful..." I smiled and then continued to kiss down toward her womanhood. I kissed right above her center then her inner thigh and repeated on her other leg. Trailing my finger over her wet folds, her juices coating my fingers.
"Lay.." Natalya whimpered bringing her hands around my neck. "Please..." She begged so I decided to not keep my queen waiting. Lowering my head down to her center, kissing above my destination before circle my fingers around her clit and repeated. Nattie bit her bottom hip as I penerated her with my finger; starting slowly then quickened my pace. The younger woman bucked her hips with the rthym of my thrusts while tangled her fingers into my hair being careful not the grip to tight. "Ah! Right there!" She breathed out feeling her thigh weakening with each and every thrust into her heat. Adding a second finger and quickly found that certain spot that gave her the most pleasure and Nattie began panting even more and faster by the second. Her body tensed up and I knew she was close. Quickening my pace but keeping the same rthym as before her hips meet every thrust of my fingers as her breathing become more and more irregular. Her gasping, moaning and whimpering became louder as her orgasm rushed her body. Once her breathing started to regulate, I pulled my fingers out and moved myself over to lay beside her. "Lay..."
"I take it you enjoy that, come here," I cooed as she scooted over and rested her head against my chest. "I am guessing that I need to take you back to the arena now."
"Would it be okay if I stay with you tonight?" She asked.
"Of course honey. Why don't you go shower up and tell your hubby that you are staying here tonight? I will find us a movie to watch of something." I suggested as she nodded and rolled out of the bed using the blanket to cover her naked body.
"Like he cares. I will just leave him a text and so he can't say I didn't tell him." She huffed picking up her pieces of clothing scattered all over the bedroom.
"Come here." I motioned her over with my finger in which she obeyed. I sat up and gave her a small kiss on the her before tapping her ass. "Don't keep me waiting." The younger woman merely shook up head and walked in the bathroom, disappearing out of my sight. I never expected or planned any of this but I am glad that it happened. Nattie knows now that she is wanted and loved by at least someone even if it isn't her husband. I just hope now that things wouldn't be awkward between us after this, but I know for a fact that she enjoyed it as much as I did. About twenty minutes, she emerged out of the bathroom wearing a light pink tanktop and black shorts with pink stripes on the sides. She crawled onto the other side of the bed and laid beside me. "Nattie?"
"Yeah?"
"Remember, this is our little secret."
"Our little secret," She repeated my words as she rested her head on my shoulder. We surfed through the channels looking for something to watch and settled on Castle which is a very interesting show in my opinon. By the end of the episode, the young blonde was already passed out cuddling up against me. Now, I realized that we never eat anything because my stomach is growling like crazy... Man I really wanted pizza. But I don't want to move, I do not even think that is possible with the vice grip Natalya has on my waist. Giving her forehead a small kiss, I closed my eyes so I can dream about everything that just happened. I just know that I was one lucky woman tonight but tomorrow might hold a different story that is yet untold.
Author's Note: This pairing was brought to my attention but my bestie CallMeJoz. I might be starting a Challenge for Femslash where I put Diva's name in a randomizer and the first two names that come up I write a story about them. While one that came up was Nattie/Michelle McCool, we were discussing about also what happen on RAW between Nattie and Tyson. Somehow we got to where she said that Natalya should be paired up with Lay or 'another diva that people like'. Since I haven't read any Natalya/Layla stories, I thought why not. That's the short version of how this story happened. Anyways, it has been about five months since I have really femslash stuff.. so I think my writing is a little rusty. Enjoy!
PS. This was originally suppose to be a one-shot that's why it's set up the way that it is.. But it's a story so I will be thinking of how to do this.. Whoo..