A/N: This is my first wrestling fic! I hope you enjoy it. I hope the way I depict Bray Wyat does the actual character justice. I tried. Please review!
Disclaimer:I do not own WWE, or any of it's superstars/divas, or any of it's affiliates. I only own my OC.
Aries' heart was pounding. Teeth clenched on her bottom lip as she went
with her instict to elude the cocoa skinned Funkadactyl with a tornado facebuster,
running to then springing off the ropes like a slingshot that hurled her a foot or so into
the air, gripping to the hands of Naomi as they landed flat onto the ring together.
A risky move, since tt harmed both the user and the opponent nearly equally.
The curvy pale skinned brunette sluggishly rolled onto her feet as her emerald eyes
stared down at the Funkadactyl that held to her abdominals in pain.
Just as Layla taught her, now would be the pefect time to execute the final blow.
The tall brunette diva darted to the ropes, leaping onto the second one once with ease
in a booy excentuating way to execute her variation of the LOL crossbody, but to no avail,
The athletic cocoa skinned diva rolled out of the way in the knick of time as Aries instictively
let her left knee take damage for her torso that would've smacked against the hard ring.
Fuck, why did she always use her bad knee as the scape goat? She hoped she'd have the strength
to get up. Aries' vision blurred as she moaned lowly in pain. This is not how she pictured it.
With a shaking hand clenching to her knee, Naomi gently rolled her over on her back.
The cocoa skinned diva of equal height made sure to lift the opposite leg Aries gripped to,
going for the pin.
Layla's words echoed in her head, "Never get bested in a moment of weakness.
Scratch, claw, and kick out of that damn pin when you feel like you're not ready to take a loss."
No. She couldn't fucking do it. Bare legs shivered from the stadium air conditioning as mileseconds
ticked by. The pain stung and throbbed as it weighed her down like an anchor. It was over.
"Three!" The ref shouted as the bell dinged and the Funkadactlys theme screamed
out of the speakers. The attendants guided the busty brunette off of the ring to make
room for the winner's victory dance with Cameron, both smiling proudly at the cameras
that only focused on them.
The crew members walked her down the titantron with being out of view from the cameras.
The tall brunette heard a fan or two say her name, but she wasn't allowed to respond in any way.
The loser was never to draw attention away from the winner. Regettably shivering in a cropped
batman shirt and skimpy leather shorts, the attendants dragged her
to the infirmary for her routine exams.
"You landed on the knee again, I see."
The doctor said with a concerned look, lightly examing her left
knee that started to form purple bruises from the impact.
She rushed a hand through side bangs out of her face in a stressed manner, wimpering lowly
at how his touch made the knee writhe with pain even more. She hated her injuries. Scarred
Tissue, as her first orthopedic had called it. Both knees would hurt her equally on a daily basis,
and according to every doctor so far, would be with her for the rest of her life to be exact.
Briana Kealey or "Aries" as she preferred her stage foot six inches. Twenty three years old,
and somehow with an endless amount of determination, got in shape and was cleared to be a
professional wwe diva. Well, she was still technically a newbie. Nearly four months in,
but on the upside, has a fanbase developing.
It was unfortunate how her injuries set her apart from the other divas. Even with the
financial part of her life gifting enough to pay for the best surgeries, the nerve damage in
her back is currently irreversable without risk.
Sure, she finds it a struggle to perform as flexible as the other divas, but with her flirty
taunts, charismatic momentum, and quick witted atheleticism, Aries' career as a rookie
has pleased the officials who said that within a year, she'll be destined for great things.
But where is her mind when times like these come crashing dowm? Depression spike. Pain.
Failure another night for this same reason.
"I've increased the dosage so you'll feel tip top shape on Monday.
I know on paper you're clear to fight, but please, Aries, stop with the
risky moves! Your pain is permanent and even with medication,
you need to know your body's limits. Purposely harming your
weak points are no worthy sacrifice. Please remember that."
Aries lincheda bit when the siringe pulled from her knee. Medication through
needle was a lot more effective than by mouth, but throughout the years,
the brunette diva could never picture her life without the pills… hearing the
rattling bottle of white opiods always soothed her at the end of a long day…..
The kickpad of her sparkling black and yellow boots met the white tile
of the backstage hallway. Thankfully, she had yet to pass by anyone of relevance.
Her emerald eyes stared down at the scribbly writing on the prescription paper
she had in her hands.
Oxycodone/Acetaminophen 325/5 mg read on the tiny white sheet.
That basically translated to, "pretty strong narcotics called percocet".
Just glancing at her prescription left her feeling a tinge of joy. Sue, wrestlers
weren't allowed to take any narcotics by mouth when they had a segment,
but with her lack of one and her situation, Aries was priveledged to have a
perscription given once a month— for now.
"Bri! Hold up, girl!"
The squeak of metallic green kickpads interrupted her calm silence as
Naomi called Aries' real name from the distance. Maybe she wanted to be
on a more personal level with her younger coworker, but Aries wanted nothing
of it from her competition. Maybe it was her insecurities of not lasting long as a
diva, but she isolated herself from having any outside of work friendships with
anyone in the company. Be it from the depression, or fear of feeling inferior because
of her weaknesses, Aries was antisocial with everyone besides her recently retired
mentor and bosses. Complete contrast of her in the ring persona.
The pale brunette sighed in protest when she felt the woman's hand on her
shoulder to stop her from walking. She wrapped her arms over her decently
exposed black bra her batman shirt was cropped over. She'd be in her lockeroom
getting her hoodie if the spunky Funkadactyl didn't come by chit chat.
"You gave me a good fight earlier! How's your knee? I mean, I know both
of them hurt and all, but I noticed you landed pretty hard on that left one.."
Naomi said with concern as she glanced down at her bandaged knee.
Thankfully, she didn't sound condescending.
"It's fine… No need to worry about me, you know." Aries said with a small
smile of appreciation. She really did like Naomi, but making friends wasn't in her
career plan. Some of the divas sent her strange looks of how she always kept to herself,
while the men looked at her like she was such a fragile little thing their eyes feasted on
from the cleavage based attire she wore. Unless its business related, the hell with everyone.
They all probably talked behind her back anyway,
"I know you're not very talkative, but girl, there's nothin' wrong with having friends
in the business. I'm always here if ya need me. We all are actually."
Naomi said as she faced the busty brunette.
Oh, here we go. The veteran giving the rookie a 'you can trust us' kind
of lecture. She wasn't in the mood for that. She did thing how she liked
them and like that skippy bitch AJ preeched—Trust few. A championship
belt can't ever hurt you, or talk about your flaws behind your back.
"Thanks, Naomi. I'll keep that in mind." Aries said as she walked away
from the Funkadactyl who let her be. She passed AJ in the hall who nodded
to her in some sort of greeting with the divas championship glued to her
shoulder as it always was. Something in that little face showed a sly look
as from what Aries thought was a overly confident lick over her lips as she
skipped off in the opposite direction. God, was she annoying.
As she turned the corner, Aries came face to face with none other than
Dolph Ziggler waiting in front of her locker room. He seemed to stressfully
run a hand through his dangly gelled locks and nearly flinched when he noticed Aries.
"H-hey. I thought you'd like some snapple after your match so I got you some."
The built blonde said with a grin as he gestured to the 16 pack
box of peach snapple he easily held in his grip.
Fuck, was he hot when he smirked like that, this time having the
decency to wear a "You wish you coud" tank this time. Within months
of her debut, Dolph always midly pursued her with small gifts and offers
to take her out, which with immense self control, she turned down every
time. It was her trainer's fault that Ziggler knew of her peach snapple obsession.
Trying to withold a smile, she shakily took the somewhat heavy box from his
grip and placed it at her feet. When it came to lifting things, her upper body
strength wasn't prominent.
As she rumagged in her tight pocket for her key, Aries couldn't stand the way
he looked at her with so much want, when all the while he had AJ he fucked
around with every other week. Even better reason to keep her distance
from the showoff.
Gossip traveled fast, and the way they acted proved the rumors right.
Thankfully, they couldn't make that kind of thing a segment.
Without warning, Dolph stood behind her and affectionately held to her hips.
Maybe it was his guilty conscious he was acting on, but a man had his needs
was how he rationalized it.
"Get off me!" Aries growled as she pulled away from his hold.
He gestured her to face him with a somber look in his eyes.
"Bri. Stop turning me down. Can't you see I'm trying?" The spray tanned
superstar asked through an impatient sigh. Zodiac wise, they'd be a perfect match,
which probably explaoned the magnetism she felt with him around. But, no!
Business and pleasure never worked, by any form.
"One. Don't call me that. Two, don't look at me like that
when you have her to fuck around with. Besides,
I choose not to have friendships here, much less a relationship.
So, get that. Take your effort and your snapple somewhere else.
It's counterproductive if you don't." Aries said as she finally unlocked
her door and walked into her lockerroom.
Before she had the chance to close the door behind her, Dolph lifted the
jingling snapple pack into the room and placed it onto her table.
He was so frustrated with her, but he didn't want to leave.
The look in her emerald, almond shape eyes was so full of distain.
She sighed with a hand on her hip, running a hand to part her
side bangs away in an impatient gesture.
"Keep it, Aries. And I wouldn't have to sink to using her if I wasn't
forced to forget about you. I'll leave you alone right now since that's
what you'd rather be." Dolph said as he stormed out of the room.
Damn him. She slammed the door shut and walked over to the nearby
futon couch to collapse on. She knew how easily she could be replaced her
with her muscle problems being the key factor, so she couldn't just cling to
people she got along with. It was easier to keep to herself but difficult when
Dolph was in the picture. Screw him and screw everyone else. Unless it would
benefit her career, Aries had no reason to be involved with anyone, much less a
guy who fucked his currently important to the company ex. Fuck that.
With her tired legs sluggishly spread apart, Aries sunk into the leather futon and
started to close her eyes. A sudden few knocks at the door interrupted the busty
brunette from relaxing any further.
"Damn it, Dolph! I said lea—"
The mixed brunette was cut off when she opened her door to the sight
of someone else. A husky, but built looking man with a beige fedora momentarily
covering his icy blue eyes. His lips stayed in a flat line over his beard as he somewhat
towered over the confused diva.
"I believe this belongs to you?" The extended his tattoed arm to her
with her prescription in his grip. How could she forget it? Aries gently
took it from him and smiled nervously. What was his accent?
Cajun or something? His drawl rumbled right through her for some reason.
"Th-thanks.. I was absent mindedly arguing with someone and
I must have dropped it…. wait.. you're Bray Wyatt!" Aries exclaimed.
This was the guy she paid no mind to when his segment came on.
Most believed he was crazy, and currently on a conquest to recruit
that bearded Daniel Bryan for his maniacle pursuits.
"That I am, and absent mindedly? You were merely uprooting a
pesky weed from the garden. Quite commendable as the sheep say
he's one to stray from what he preaches to doe. Truly, despicable…"
Bray said with a smirk as he tipped his hat to her cordially before
planting a kiss to the top of her hand that gripped to the prescription.
The warm contact of his lips meeting her skin left her with a different
sensation compared to the demanding touch Dolph would cop. This had
no agenda behind it, meely a gentlemanly greeting of what Aries assumed.
That of affection, but for some reason, she couldn't seem to protest,
no matter how awakened her flesh felt charged by.
Without glancing over her prominently large breasts,
Bray glanced down to the bandages that bonded over her left knee.
He sucked his teeth and met her gaze again.
"Quite a shame that your only source of comfort is that of modern medicine.
The way your knees quiver when you stand brings me to assume that they've
never been carressed…" Bray drifted into a slight chuckle as he seemed to eflect
on a memory that came to mind.
"That's a lot to assume for someone you've met only a minute ago,
wouldn't you say?" Aries felt her tone sound a bit high with intigue lacing
around her words, eyelashes batted in a somewhat flirtatious manner
when his chilling gaze studied her more.
"Believe me, my sweet, I know a closed off individual when I see one.
Such a shame that a woman of such beckon goes without the affections of a man.".."
That accent of his really had to stop. It hadn't challenged for a sense of dominance
but simply posessed it.
Where was this coming from? Where was this going? Maybe her gear really did
bring this out of the men she encountered.. but was he really fixing his gaze on
hers for this long for solely such a reason? All she could answer him with was a
puzzled stare that had yet to break from his icy blue eyes.
"Also, Quite the coincendence that fate has lead me here..
I was actually looking for you…" Bray continued.
"We have watched you fight. I can't help but notice how you mentally
let your weaknesses outweigh your strengths from finishing them off….
such.. dated, undeserving women who've had enough glory from the
people that rejoice in how they…prance aroun! as if their victories hold
relevance But you…. who only started with so much weighing you down…
So much.. MORE than what they carry… what they could ever carry!
Continue. To fight." The amused beared man finished his sentence through
a smirk. Aries paused for a moment, only to question the angle of his words.
"….What are you getting at, exactly? That I'm just another sheep that will
lead to that so called slaughter you talk about? Honestly, if you think like
everyone else probably does that I should quit…."
Aries trailed on as she was answered by a chuckle.
Bray leaned down for his forehead to nearly touch hers,
cupping her chin with his thumb an index heart began to pound.
"Sweet peach, I am one who watches with PRAISE at the potential
you posess. Here I lay on the table, my offer for you to join me.
Let me help you unleash the strength that's inside of you. Despite
your losses, you visually please these fools , who only look the other
way and mouth someone else's name the moment your bested of.—"
Leaning her back against the doorframe in a submissive stance, her
emerald eyes stared up at him with defiance from his grip. Why did he
pinpoint every detail? About her nonetheless? Sensing her insecurity,
Bray let go of her chin only to whisper against her ear. The over the top
beard she normally would hate ticked the sensitive crook of her neck.
With petite rouge lips parted, she exhaled an overwhelmed sigh before
she spoke.
"Why do you want me?"
Aries asked through tembling petite lips.
"Because your tone is stricken with such doubt. As your mentor,
I wouldn't turn my back on you. I wouldn't play with your mind,
only to reform in my moment of weakness! Join me, Aries. I speak
in Sister Abigail's name….. your greatness shall not falter."
Bray pulled away with a confident gaze on her.
He would leave her to decide without any more persuasion.
Aries felt her sidebangs drape over an eye as her gaze met the white
floor beneath them. this man and his 'brothers' were wracking up the most
chilling of victories for months, spreading his message flawlessly.
Why did he picture her to be apart of something like that?
"Come Monday, I look forward to seeing which future you decide to beckon.
By the way, sweet peach, I'm a Gemini." Bray said with a smirk as he tipped
his hat to her in depart. Great. Even more food for thought.
Why did his words provoke her to think of such a crazy possibility?
And fuck, why did he have to be a Gemini? Shutting the door when
he walked away, she glanced at the vanity mirror that reflected her.
Could this 'Wyatt Family' benefit her career, much less help her improve
from his guidance? That crazy cult was the current segment of interest,
but something about that man was so dangerous. The way he read her
so accurately, speaking of her with such praise? Why?
Again she thought, why her? Maybe she had to shake off thinking of the acclaimed
cult leader for now. Still his ominous words echoed in her mind one final time.
"Come Monday, I look forward to seeing which future you decide to beckon"
Damn that riddling Gemini. She would have to prove him wrong from here.