A weird fusion to say the least! Tell me whatcha think! 0:) (Just a disclaimer, I don't own The 100, WWE, or anything commercialized in this work).

The monumental beginning of Clarke and Lexa's official careers as WWE Superstars didn't hit them in nearly enough time. During her signing, they were abuzz, light with merriment, the childhood dream hidden between fine lines and print. They were brands, commodities, a product, but it was easier living, and the chance to take the world by storm, the opportunity to bring real change to a world that was slowly progressing. This industry, one of the slow movers, would, if Paul Levesque was true to his word, be rocked by the impending storyline of two of the fastest growing stars in professional wrestling.

Of course, they'd have to pay their dues first, but who's to split hairs on the road to making history?

The plane ride was per usual, a casual ride in coach, as Lexa boarded alone, sporting casual attire and aviator sunglasses to evade the suspicious eyes of the super zealous fan, or more accurately, the ever-present paparazzi. Fame wasn't a thing she thought was possible, yet was nothing she feared. Hard work led to this moment, and she was more than ready to rise to the occasion.

Also, the WWE took extra precautions, with their highly intelligent fan base of smarks ("smart marks", or fans of wrestling who knew wrestling was a practiced art, with predetermined endings) who would be scouring the blog pages, and insiders for hints on any information related to the show. Normally, Lexa wouldn't need to be rushed from an unmarked black vehicle, to a plane, just to slip into another unmarked black vehicle. But, they wanted to err on the side of caution. On the other hand, she could be in Clarke's shoes; Clarke was currently either gleefully chatting up execs in Vince McMahon's private jet, or sweating profusely in front of her bosses. Considering her last text she'd sent Lexa, all seemed well.

Just got off a private jet :P Still miss ya, Lexa. This is absolutely insane, I keep thinking I'm in the Matrix or something

On my way, just got in the car. And I haven't even thought about it, tbh. Man, they don't want this to be spoiled, do they?

They've just refreshed another dirt sheet website to make sure no one's seen us. Yeah, they're pretty serious.

They like us, they really like us!

That they do. You're a creative genius, Lexa. You pitched this all.

:) I am the mad genius. Can't wait to see how it turns out. All my love, Clarke. x

All my love, Lexa. o


Monday Night Raw

Lacing her boots, Lexa thought the feeling would've hit her by now. As soon as Clarke entered the building, reality hit her, and Lexa would usually be the one chasing her, blocking the front doors, and talking her down, but instead, she had to take a deep breath, and rush to her spot. Unwilling to risk any sightings, Clarke was asked to change into ring gear on the plane, making any finishing touches in the car, be it make up or her hair (obviously with some accommodations).

There she was, in the gorilla position, just waiting for her cue, when her music would hit. Of course, right at that exact moment, Lexa would come running at her, as if her life depended on it.

"Lexa no- we can't-"

"Cameras aren't around," she reassured the blonde with a heavy breath, giving her a once over. "Just, breathe with me, okay? They can wait a second."

"A near billion dollar corporation can wait, for you?" Clarke quirked an eyebrow, amused by Lexa's assuredness.

"They're waiting aren't they?" Lexa indicated, jabbing a thumb at the stage crew, working behind the curtains.

"We're on commercial break, I've got a minute-" Clarke panicked, her fluttering stomach, and racing heart a combination nearly strong enough to send her running back home. Was this even real right now?

"Just, breathe, babe. What would Kevin Owens say right now?"

"He'd tell me to suck it up and stop being a chicken wuss," Clarke replied, with no hesitation. "And he'd say my Australian impressions are God awful."

"Are they really though?" Lexa questioned, feigning the seriousness of a reporter, as she tried not to alert Clarke to the real reason for their stalling, the fast approaching person behind her.

"No, they're amazing, Kevin Owens is just an asshole. Oh my God, he's right behind me, isn't he?"

With a wide grin, reserved for moments like these, Lexa nudged her chin forwards. "Why don't you see for yourself?"

"Oh my God, Kevin Owens!"

Kevin didn't smile, and did his very best to appeared unfazed by Clarke's bear hug, a feat even Lexa had to give him credit for. Not many could fold, and stay in character when Clarke hugged them, that or Lexa had an extreme bias towards the blonde (spoiler alert: Lexa had an extreme bias in favor of Clarke). Yet, he still shook Clarke's hand, when she offered it.

"Welcome to the big leagues kid. I have no idea why you're a fan of me. I'm an asshole to everyone," he admitted, noting Clarke's shaking.

"I think you're an amazing athlete, and an outstanding speaker. Hell, I don't even know if I could even do this-"

"No, don't give me any credit for what you are hoping to achieve out there. I don't know much about it or the details of what's gonna happen, but I'm ready for this new era. I want you to tear down these walls, brick by brick and make your mark. Stand up for what you believe in, and fight for it. Fight for your voice to be here."

His inflection had changed, as Clarke was visibly moved by his words. Yet, unable to stop himself, he had to continue.

"And on that note, I hate your dog."

"I don't have a dog," Clarke replied, slightly confused.

"Well, then, I hate your face. And I hope it gets a new owner one day," Kevin fumbled through an insult, as Clarke beamed at him. She had made it, she'd made it, if Kevin Owens made fun of her. And yes, Lexa thought that was weird, but still, she tracked down the Prizefighter, knowing it would result in this odd sentimentality.

A small burst of electricity ran through her veins after he abruptly left, Clarke's time nearly up.

"Welp, it's do or die time. Kick some ass out there."

"My gear's the wrong color. Black and blue, what was I-?" Clarke began to rant again, Lexa cutting her off for good measure.

"You remind me of Trish Stratus, circa 2003," she complimented, earnestly. Also, Trish Stratus was Clarke's idol. If Trish Stratus wasn't motivational, nor her buddy Kevin Owens, Lexa had nil.

"You really think so?" Clarke awed, her face tinted a slight shade of pink, as Lexa held her hands loosely on the sides of her waist.

"Thirsty seconds to the gorilla position," a stage crew member announced, as Clarke acknowledged them with a quick nod.

"Babe, you're gonna do great," Lexa rushed, sensing Clarke's pressure for time.

"One kiss?" was all Clarke needed to ask, as Lexa's lips immediately pressed to hers, chastely, before she left Clarke to move to her position.

"I'll be right here," Lexa reassured her, standing near one of the television monitors. "May we meet again?"

"May we meet again," Clarke spoke, almost instinctively, as she turned back to pull open the curtain, to what she could almost certainly describe as a blur.


Thanks for reading! For those fans of The 100, a small introduction to wrestling entertainment: obviously, it requires a suspension of disbelief, as it is not real. This story portrays Clarke and Lexa in the realistic setting of their dream job- similar to acting- from their perspective. We'll see backstage drama, politics, twists, turns, and (possibly real?) fights. It's like a soap opera, crashed right into a reality television show, with backyard wrestling mixed in. So, kindof fun xD

For any fans of the WWE, you'll find a lot of references to "insider" terms. This is written from a WWE Superstar perspective, in that they know they are playing a character, and wrestling isn't "real", but people can still get hurt or injured, despite this. If you've never heard of The 100, it's a show set post-apocalyptic world, where nearly everyone dies trying to survive (seriously, if you want to watch the show, prepare for your favorite character to die). If you need a more accurate description of it, I consider it to be "Game of Thrones Lite". DO NOT WATCH THIS SHOW. YOU WILL REGRET IT, AND POSSIBLY CRY.