A/N: Hey guys! So, first things first, WrestleMania was insane! Words cannot describe how thrilled I am now that Roman's now a 3x champ and that there's now a Women's Championship! It really warms my heart that women's wrestling is finally being taken seriously. I want to let you guys know that I'm still trying to recover from the dreaded writer's block, but the good news is I'm slowly starting to get that inspiration back. Also, I definitely recommend you guys look up the song used in this chapter. I heard it for the first time the other day and it totally screams Monrollins. So without further ado, here's chapter eleven!
Seth rollins babe – Thank you! ^_^
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Lill2350 – Thanks, girl! I think it's safe to say that she and Seth hit it off right away when they first met. They've got a lot in common and both of them being hardcore gamers is at the top of that list XD And I'll admit, I do feel somewhat terrible for having them constantly get interrupted by Dean, but let's be honest, Dean's never been one for backing off. And I'm glad you think they're adorable! Valentina's inner Sailor Moon/Game of Thrones fangirl definitely came out when she named them XD
HelloP – Thanks! :)
Chapter Eleven – Elimination Chamber
"Everyone's around
No words are coming now
And I can't find my breath
Can we just say the rest with no sound?
And I know this isn't enough
I still don't measure up
And I'm not prepared
Sorry is never there when you need it
And I do want you to know
I'll hold you up above everyone
And I do want you to know
I think you'd be good to me
And I'd be so good to you
I would
I thought I saw a sign
Somewhere between the lines
But maybe it's me
Maybe I only see what I want
And I still have your letter
Just got caught between
Someone I just invented
Who I really am and who I've become." Good To You by Marianas Trench and Jessica Lee
Elimination Chamber
February 17th, 2013
New Orleans, Louisiana
New Orleans Arena
The next couple days went by a lot faster than I anticipated; with that third almost kiss between Seth and I still weighing heavily on my mind along with the amazing day we spent together. Nonetheless, I knew I had to get my head in the game regarding tonight's match, but even so I still couldn't contain my enthusiasm. Seth asked me out. Almost forty-eight hours passed since he did and it still felt unreal, to the point where I even pinched myself a handful of times to make sure I wasn't dreaming.
Sighing elatedly, I popped the trunk of my car open and extracted my cherry red suitcase adorned with a black and white winged crossed deign and black and white roses before placing my black heart shaped purse on my shoulder that read Don't Call in white lettering.
My phone began vibrating and I knew it had to be one of the boys since I told them to go ahead and head to our dressing room while I found a parking spot. I shut the trunk and looked down and withdrew my phone from my purse before looking down at the screen.
Hey there, baby girl. You manage to find a spot?
Jesus, parking was a real bitch today, but yeah, I was able to score one.
Well hurry up and get over here. Seth's starting to get worried ;) Which reminds me; I'm glad he finally pulled his head out of his ass and asked you out.
…..HOW IN THE BLUE HELL DID YOU FIND OUT?! :O
It wasn't that hard. Dean and I sensed something was up when he was grinning like a toddler on Christmas Day when we were on our way to our dressing room. He wouldn't tell us what the hell was up so naturally Dean decided to investigate while he was in the shower…and found a ticket to The Pretty Reckless, a printed out hotel confirmation to The Plaza Hotel and a bunch of texts between the two of you that were even more lovey dovey than usual. Take care of my little brother, baby girl. ;D
Roman Joseph Reigns, consider yourself number 1 on my Spear list! :D
Yeah, because that worked out so *well* for you the last time. Fyi, don't say Seth's full name when you're fucking him. For us guys, that's a major turn off. You're welcome, Valentina Ava Monroe.
My cheeks were tinged red as I scrolled through the last text while lugging my suitcase behind me. Perfect. Now I've got Roman on my ass about this. As if Dean wasn't bad enough!
Blowing out an aggravated sigh, I showed the security guy my badge and pretty much power walked down the corridor – well, as fast as I could in Christian Louboutins anyway.
"Valentina! Valentina, could I just get a couple minutes of your time?" I looked over my shoulder and saw Matt Striker jogging up to me, a hopeful smile on his face.
"Make it quick, Striker," I said firmly and leaned against my suitcase.
"Alright," he replied. "Tonight you, Roman, Seth and Dean will be facing Natalya, Sheamus, John Cena and Ryback, what is your plan going into this?"
"Our plan?" I laughed incredulously. "Look, Striker, all you need to know is that we're going to do what we do best, and that's take out the trash. We've dominated everyone that's been on our radar since we debuted and tonight will be no problem. Like Dean already pointed out, we're about to solve "The John Cena Problem". "
"So does that mean you four aren't nervous at all? Even if things don't end up going your way?"
"Did you not hear what I just said Striker? We're The Shield, we're not intimidated by anybody and we never back down," I sneered, inching closer to him, causing the poor man to gulp and take a step back. "Any more questions?"
"…W-Well, u-um, t-the WWE Universe wants to know if you and Seth are involved… romantically. As in, are you two secretly dating? Are you just close friends? What's going on?"
"As a matter of fact, Seth and I have known each other for quite a while now and if we were in fact dating I'm sure the WWE Universe would be the first to know," I bit out sardonically before whipping around and storming off before he could get another question in.
"About damn time you showed up," Dean snorted. "Last I checked, there ain't no mall in this arena, so what took ya so long?"
"Striker wanted a few minutes of my time and he came this close -" I held up my index finger and thumb to enunciate my point. "- to being on the receiving end of a Sin City."
"Let me guess, another question regarding you and the resident Architect?" Roman teased.
"Pretty much," I grunted, dumping my suitcase on the nearest bench. "Where'd he run off to anyway?"
"Right here." Seth walked into the room, now donning his Shield gear. "What are you guys talking about?"
"Oh, not much," Dean answered nonchalantly. "Just that you're about to become an even luckier son of a bitch come March 23rd."
"IS THERE NO FUCKING END TO YOUR X-RATED FILTER, DEAN?!" I shrieked, running a hand down my face in exasperation.
"My sentiments exactly," Seth muttered, and then cleared his throat. "Okay, here's what we're gonna do tonight. " He turned to me. "Stay focused on Natalya. Along with Kaitlyn she's the strongest Diva on the roster and she'll try to use that to her advantage. Don't give her that chance."
"Wouldn't dream of it," I said. "But I can't guarantee I won't get a hit in on one of those idiots when the ref's not looking, because let's face it, most of the refs we've got nowadays aren't the sharpest tools in the box."
"Ain't that the truth," Roman snorted. "I say we handle Cena first. I know for a fact he won't be kicking out at two anymore by the time we're finished with him."
"My condolences to any Cena fanboys in the audience," Dean retorted.
"What fanboys?!" I exclaimed with a giggle. "98% of the audience will sing "John Cena sucks" when his music hits and then chant "Cena sucks" when he gets in the ring!"
"Those 98% already believe in The Shield," Seth said cunningly. "As for the remaining 2%...it won't be long until we make believers out of them."
Sierra. Hotel. Echo. Lima. Delta. Shield.
"And their opponents, at a combined weight of 838 pounds, Dean Ambrose, Seth Rollins, Valentina Monroe, and Roman Reigns: The Shield!" Justin Roberts announced as we headed down the stairs towards the ring.
"It is only a second time Seth, Roman, and Dean will step into the ring for an actual match here in WWE. Back in December they were involved in a Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match" Cole remarked. "Valentina, on the other hand, has done exactly what she said she'd do. Over the last couple months she's been undefeated; flat-out decimating any Diva that she deems an injustice - And here we go!"
Just like at TLC, our opponents couldn't wait to get their hands on us. Ryback went after Roman, Cena went after Seth and Sheamus went after Ambrose, which left Natalya with me.
Disorienting her for the time being by smacking her head against the apron, I grabbed her wrist and went to whip her into the steel steps, but she reversed it last minute. A multitude of non-PG words left my mouth as my back harshly connected with the side of the steps.
"Valentina! Valentina!" Natalya mockingly chanted, stifling a laugh. "You can't do anything by yourself! Always gotta have your brothers backing you up!" She reached for my hair and I rammed my fist into her gut. She gasped in surprise and stumbled back, wrapping an arm around her stomach as she fought to regain her breath.
Scoffing, I ruthlessly snatched her up by the hair and looped my left leg around her left arm and then fell rearward, hitting her with a scissored ddt onto the floor. Then I lifted her up and tossed her into the ring, which was where the boys were now brawling with Cena, Sheamus and Ryback.
"Ryback's got Roman Reigns, Cena's got Rollins, Sheamus with Ambrose, Valentina with Natalya! Chaos! And I don't think this match has even begun!" Cole exclaimed.
"Yeah, I don't think you've got to worry about this being a traditional mixed tag team match, Michael!" Lawler quipped.
"I don't think anybody there cares if this match has been started," JBL said.
Natalya suddenly lifted me up and held me upside down, putting me in position for a vertical suplex. Her teammates were doing the same. Sheamus had Dean, Cena had Seth, and Ryback had Roman. I knew what was coming next and I dreaded the outcome. I'd been hit with this move many times, and I'm sure I speak for a lot of people when I say that it should've been named 'How to Almost Paralyze Your Opponent From The Waist Down'.
Sliding out of the ring, I sank to my knees and rubbed my back. The ref signaled for the time keeper to ring the bell and start the match. Like the rest of us, Dean was still suffering from the effects of a vertical suplex and Sheamus was eager to capitalize on that. He pushed Dean into the corner and began pummeling him until the ref told him to stop. Sheamus listened to him and took a step back for a few seconds and then marched towards Dean again. Dean kneed Shemus in the stomach and backed him into the turnbuckles before delivering some chops to his stomach.
Dean grabbed Sheamus's wrist and attempted to whip him into the opposite set of turnbuckles, but Sheamus turned it around and launched Dean into them. Dean stumbled forward and ran right into a knee shot to the face before Sheamus threw him over the top rope, only for Dean to quickly grab onto it.
Sheamus wrapped his arm around Dean's throat and pulled him backward, delivering a series of clubs to the lunatic's chest, the audience eagerly joining in on counting each one. After the third one, Seth hopped onto the apron and sprinted toward him. Sheamus decked him and he fell off the apron. Sheamus then tore Dean's vest open and began delivering more clubs to his bare chest, with Dean yelling out in pain after each one.
I looked over and saw that the ref had briefly turned his attention to Ryback and Cena, which gave me the perfect opportunity to get involved without getting us DQ'd. Sheamus dropped Dean and walked towards him as he tried to crawl away. He didn't get far though, because I stealthily suck up behind him, jumped up, and executed a Sin City.
"Aw, come on, that's not fair at all!" Cole shouted in protest.
"Leave it Valentina to get involved when she feels the need to!" Lawler chuckled. "Look at her now! She's acting like she didn't even do anything!"
"She's a genius!" JBL argued. "That's what Sheamus gets for playing dirty!"
Dean tagged in Roman before high-fiving me and helped me onto the apron. Seth gave me a pat on the back and bent down until his lips were by my ear.
"You are so devious, Monroe," he teased.
"Proud of it, darling," I replied haughtily.
Roman headbutted Sheamus twice before stomping on him two more times. Dean, Seth, and I cheer him on and then Dean held out his hand. Roman tagged him in and Seth tagged himself in. Roman held Sheamus up against the ropes and Dean ran over to the ropes on the opposite end, rebounding off them and nailing Sheamus with a dropkick. Seth caught him with a dropkick shortly after and went for the pin.
"One!"
"Two!"
Sheamus kicked out, but Seth was able to come up with another plan. He locked his arms around Sheamus's waist and his arms around his neck, applying an armbar/bodyscissor hold. Unfortunately, it didn't keep Sheamus down for long, so as soon as he got up Seth drove him into the corner. Or corner to be exact.
"Seth! Seth tag me in!" I said anxiously, holding out my hand. "Trust me, I've got this!
He nodded and slapped my hand. "Go get em', Vee."
Vaulting over the ropes, I wrung my hands together and impatiently tapped my foot as Sheamus feebly crawled over to his team's corner and tagged in Natalya. She and I circled each other for a few seconds, sizing each other up, and then locked up. Natalya overpowered me and grasped my hand, painfully twisting backwards and putting pressure on my wrist.
Jerking my body around, I hastily placed my free hand on the mat and swung my legs over my head, cartwheeling out of the wrist lock before ramming her with a clothesline. Pulling her up by the hair, I yanked her backwards and wrenched her sideways into an inverted swinging facebuster. I briskly yanked her leg up and went for the pin.
"One!"
Natalya got the shoulder up and shoved me off her, igniting cheers from the crowd. I frustratingly slapped the mat and grabbed her by the hair again. She countered by elbowing me in the jaw.
"Ouch! You know Valentina's gonna feel that one in the morning!" Lawler chuckled.
"Can you believe it? The absolute nerve of Natalya!" JBL huffed.
"Natalya now lifting Valentina up and ALABAMA SLAM!" Cole shouted. "Natalya has just hit her with an Alabama slam! Oh wait, she's not done! Sharpshooter! She's got her in the Sharpshooter! Is she gonna tap?!"
"What do you say, Valentina?" the ref asked me.
I shook my head no, but that didn't stop Natalya from inflicting more pain on my legs. She pulled them up and arched herself backwards, forcing a strangled cry from my lips. I almost wanted to tap out the pain was unbearable, but at the same time I didn't want to let the boys down and end our undefeated streak. We'd come too far and I'd be damned if I let Natalya and her crew fuck it all up.
"Valentina, come on! You're better than her, you can do this! We believe in you!" Ah, Seth, always so encouraging even in grueling situations.
"I swear to God if you tap out, Monroe!" Then there's the classic shitty remark from Deano.
"Shut up, Dean! Baby girl, you're almost there! Don't let her win!" Thanks a lot, Roman.
That last comment from Roman forced me back into 'Killer Queen' mode. Steadily, I inched myself over to the ropes, my hand latching onto the third one once I was in reach and Natalya had no choice but to let go.
Still sore from her submission, I awkwardly got to my feet and headbutted her before pressing my head against her gut and driving her into the nearest corner. Scrambling up to the top turnbuckle, I sat down with my feet on the adjacent second ropes. I wound my arm around her neck and lifted her up in a hangman's choke.
"One! Two! Three! Four! Valentina, get off!" The ref warned me as Natalya struggled and screamed.
Reluctantly, I dropped her and innocently raised my hands in defense before hopping off. Natalya rubbed her neck and skittered away from me, tagging in the one person we wanted to avoid facing….John Cena.
John cautiously stepped through the ropes and raised a brow at me as I stood there and folded my arms. Tauntingly, I waved my hand in front of my face, imitating his "you can't see me" gesture, before viciously backhanding him across the face.
"Oh, come on, Valentina!" Cole exclaimed. "That was completely unnecessary! So disrespectful!"
"That's what Cena gets!" JBL argued. "He was about to put his hands on her! He deserved that slap! He's lucky she didn't end him right there!"
"Looks like Dean, Roman, and Seth aren't complaining!" Lawler said. "Look at Dean, he can't stop laughing! And now she's tagged in Roman!"
Roman bolted towards Cena but Cena hit him with two clotheslines followed by a Five Knuckle Shuffle. He set Roman up for an AA, and since the ref's back was turned, Seth was able to run in and distract Cena. Cena grabbed him by the back of the neck and threw him out of the ring. My eyes widened as he turned to Roman and locked in the STF.
Dean interjected and broke it up, earning him a brief scolding from the ref. I mouthed, "keep him busy" at Dean, to which he subtly nodded and continued to argue with the ref. Wasting no time, I covertly stepped through the ropes, grabbed Cena and hit him with The Hard Goodbye.
While the ref didn't see what happened, Natalya sure did, and as soon as I turned around she coiled her arms up and around my torso and lifted me into an upside-down vertical position before falling back, slamming me down with a butterfly suplex.
We both rolled out of the ring and traded blows again. This continued for twenty seconds or so before Natalya spun around and took me down with a discus clothesline. Immediately my hands flew to my head as it connected with the floor.
Natalya smiled triumphantly as the crowd cheered her actions and stalked towards me again. Using what little strength I had, I turned my leg and floored her with a leg sweep. Forcibly, I stood up and waited for her to follow suit. When she did, I retaliated by running towards her and delivering a Spear.
Natalya's breathing got heavier as she held her stomach, and remembering Seth's advice, I refused to allow her the chance to recover . Rising to my feet, I got on the apron and positioned myself so I was facing her. My next move was very risky and screwing it up was not an option. Inhaling sharply, I backflipped off the apron and executed a shooting star press.
I stood up and stared down at Natalya. She was completely out of it which confirmed that she was out of my way for the time being, so I dusted my hands off and strutted over to the boys.
We were mauling our opponents – or opponent in this case since Cena was still the legal man - as time rolled on. Roman lifted him up and dropped him with a Samoan drop before going for the cover.
"One!"
"Two!"
Cena kicked out and the four of us screamed and yelled out in irritation. Unbelievable. Even after being pummeled and pulverized Cena still refused to give up.
"We have to finish him!" Seth shouted at Roman.
"You've got this, bro!" I yelled, nodding my head in agreement. "He can't kick out at two forever!"
Roman glared down at Cena and knelt down behind him, his arms winding around the smaller man's neck and trapping him in a cobra clutch. Natalya and Sheamus started screaming at Cena, which infuriated me to the point where I was clenching my teeth and my fists.
"Alright, I've had enough of this," I sneered, extending my hand. "Yo, Roman! Let me at her!"
He glanced down at Cena for a brief moment (more than likely contemplating if he wanted to tag me in or continue beading down Cena instead), and then with a quick nod, he slapped my hand while Cena slapped Natalya's.
Just as I anticipated, she instantly made a beeline for me, throwing her arm out and setting up for a clothesline. I ducked under her arm and dropped into a front split. Rolling over, I scrambled to my feet and corkscrewed my arm around her throat before falling back and ramming her into the mat with a reverse sto. Sinking to my knees, I raised her leg up.
"One!"
"Tw-"
Natalya kicked out again and smirked at me, a smirk that basically screamed, 'you've gotta do better than that, little girl.' No matter what, I couldn't allow myself to get frustrated again, if I did, she'd have the chance to gain the upper hand.
"Big mistake, Nattie," I said in a sickly sweet voice before swiveling around and stalking over to the turnbuckles. Promptly climbing to the top one, I got in position for a crossbody. Natalya jogged over to me, lifted me up onto her shoulders and planted me with a sitout powerbomb. She then reached between his my legs with her right arm and reached around my neck from the same side with her left arm. Hoisting me up, she turned me around until I was upside down and dropped down into a sitout position, delivering a michinoku driver.
Raising my head, I saw Dean frantically holding his hand out, shouting for me to tag him in. I started to crawl towards him but Natalya grabbed my leg and pulled me back, roughly pulling my leg up and leaning all her weight on me.
"One!"
"Two!"
Hastily, I lifted my shoulder up just seconds before the ref hit the mat a third time. The realization that we almost lost started to sink in and it was clear I needed to make a tag. I desperately crawled over to Dean and slapped his hand. Natalya rolled her eyes and muttered something under her breath before turning around and and tagging in Cena.
Dean delivered three chops to Cena followed by a couple kicks. He pulled Cena up and dropped him with a neckbreaker before going for another cover. Cena kicked out at two again. Dean let out an agitated growl and put him in a headscissor hold.
"Again, what's impressive here guys is that they're doing this to John Cena, to your point, John, a ten time WWE Champion," Cole remarked. "They've completely neutralized Cena, they've taken him completely out of the game here, and they're keeping him away from his partners!"
"They've managed to turn numbers in their favor," JBL pointed out. "It's four-on-four and they've somehow managed to keep it four-on-one. I'm telling you, these guys are phenomenal!"
"And look at the looks Valentina and Natalya are giving each other!" Lawler quipped. "Natalya almost pinned her and you can see in her eyes that she isn't about to let that go!"
"And she shouldn't!" JBL chimed in. "If I were Natalya I'd be keeping both eyes in the back of my head from now on!"
Dean kneed Cena in the stomach and tucked his head underneath his armpit and hit him with a DDT. Dean rolled his body over and lifted his leg up.
"One!"
"Two!"
Cena got the shoulder up and Dean and Seth started arguing the ref about that being a three count whilst Roman and I were screaming for Cena to give up. The crowd was chanting "FEED ME MORE!" as Dean maliciously glared at Cena. Backing up, he bounced off the ropes and bolted towards him but Cena dumped him over the ropes. Cena hobbled over to his corner and tagged in Ryback. And just like that, the tables had turned. He clotheslined Seth and Dean and then delivered a back body drop to both of them. It was after he powerbombed Seth that I closed my eyes and tried to think of a way to take out Ryback without the ref seeing me.
I lightly tugged on Roman's vest to get his attention and then pulled him down to my height so his ear was by my mouth. "Distract the referee, I'm taking out this behemoth once and for all."
"I don't know, baby girl." Roman's eyes darted to Ryback and then me. "In case you haven't noticed, Ryback's not exactly a small guy."
"I'm well aware of that," I replied. "Just trust me on this, alright?"
"Whatever you say," he mumbled with a nod before walking over towards the ref. He tapped him on the shoulder and yelled at him.
Leaping over the ropes, I positioned myself so that I was standing right behind Ryback. It was a cheap shot but it would also give us the ammo we needed to win. My foot successfully slammed against his back as I executed a Sin City and he doubled over.
In my peripheral, I saw Natalya heading towards me, ready to punish me again for interfering. As she went for another clothesline, I avoided it by bending over backwards into a bridging position. Craning my body upward, I extended my arm and clotheslined her over the top rope.
Sliding out of the ring, I saw Sheamus toss Dean over the top rope and tumbled to the floor alongside him. Natalya groaned and falteringly got to her feet. That's when Roman walked up beside me and grinned. "When I snap my fingers, we spear both of them through the barricade."
"I'm in," I said with a smirk and bent over.
He snapped his fingers and the two of us sprinted towards Natalya and Sheamus, simultaneously spearing both of them through the barricade and into the time keeper's area.
"Roman Reigns and Valentina Monroe!" Cole yelled. "Oh my God! Roman Reigns and Valentina Monroe just speared Sheamus and Natalya into the time keeper's area!"
"Sheamus and Natalya never saw it coming!" JBL said.
I felt a muscular pair of arms wrap around me and I glanced up to see Dean holding me. He grinned down at me and rubbed my back.
"Wicked spear, darlin'," he commented.
"Just because I'm in pain doesn't mean I can't still kick your ass if you try to cop a feel again, Ambrose," I bit out.
"I like the sound of that too, now if you'll excuse me." He carefully let me go and dashed into the ring just as Ryback was about to hit Seth with Shell Shocked. Roman was right behind him and it quickly turned into a three on one beating.
"Get him up! Get him up!" Seth commanded.
"Finish him!" I yelled, rolling into the ring and standing beside Roman. He let out a roar and Seth and Dean draped Ryback's arms over their shoulders.
Cena grabbed Roman's ankle and pulled him out of the ring. All I could see was red as I snarled and vaulted over the ropes. Cena had already taken down Roman, but that didn't stop me from taking him out of the equation as well with a spinning heel kick.
"One!"
"Two!"
"Three!"
The sound of our music going off and Justin Roberts announcing us the winners brought another triumphant grin to my face. Clutching the ring apron, I hoisted myself up and then hugged the boys when they exited the ring.
Another day, another victory.
Once we were backstage I told the boys to go ahead and head out to the parking garage if they finished showering before me. When I was in the locker room I stripped off my gear and wrapped a towel around myself. Unlocking my phone screen, I logged onto Twitter and sent out a tweet.
TheKillerQueenOfWWE: One by one, all of your "heroes" have been decimated, humiliated, and broken. You can't stop us, no one can. All you can do now is open your eyes and believe. Believe in us. #BelieveInTheShield
Turning the knob, I stepped inside the shower and closed the curtain behind me. I let out a hiss as the hot water hit my skin, causing my aching muscles to sting even more than they already were for a few moments before the pain subdued.
My eyes fluttered closed as the water cascaded down my body, relaxing me and putting me at ease. God only knows I needed it after the match I just got out of. Sure we won, but practically overexerting myself was a small price to pay for that victory. Truth be told, it wasn't like I was going up against someone like Aksana. I went up against Natalya, a woman who wasn't your average cookie-cutter Diva. She was a 3rd generation wrestler and she certainly lived up to that.
The sound of the curtain being pushed aside interjected my thoughts, my body automatically tensing up. Whoever this pervert was, he was about to get a knuckle sandwich with a Sin City on the side.
"I hardly recognize you without your crown," Seth whispered huskily against the shell of my ear, his hands resting on my hips as he pulled me flush against him.
Leaning into his touch, I giggled softly and smirked. "Mmm, and I feel naked without it."
He abruptly turned me around and pulling me into a scorching, vehement kiss. My hand rested on the back of his neck as his tongue lashed against mine. Feeling bold, I gripped his bi-colored hair and tugged.
He pulled away and looked at me, his brown orbs darkening and filled to the brim with lust. "You're in for it now, sweetheart."
My hands braced the shower wall as his lips made their way down my body, kissing my neck, collarbone, the swells of my breasts, my ribs and my stomach. His hands moved up my ribs to my breasts, cupping them, tweaking my nipples with his thumbs, making me bite my lip as the coil grew tighter.
He lowered his head and placed his hands on my thighs, pulling them apart and leaving me completely exposed to him. He lifted my right leg and placed it on his shoulder, trailing kisses along my inner thigh until he reached the one place I wanted him most. And he didn't hesitate. He dove right in, his tongue fervently lapping at my slit while his lips wrapped around my aching nub.
"S-Seth… Oh my God, d-don't stop…. S-So close," I whined as he continued to nibble on and kiss my clit before adding two fingers. The coil in my stomach was getting closer to breaking as he pumped them in and out. The enthralling sensation that rippled through me was overwhelming and I didn't know how much more I could take.
"S-SETH!" I screamed as my orgasm wracked my body, my nails scraping the wet tiles behind me. He stayed down, giving me a few gentle licks before kissing me hungrily, allowing me to taste myself.
"So sweet… I'll never get tired of doing that," he whispered against my lips.
Before I could utter a response, he hoisted me up and pinned me against the shower wall, my legs immediately wrapping around his waist. A throaty moan left both our lips as he pushed in, my hands were gripping his shoulders and his was face buried in my neck, kissing and biting every inch of skin he could.
By now I had zero doubt that anyone in vicinity heard us. With how loud I was screaming, I wouldn't be shocked if the entire state of Louisiana heard us! But those thoughts quickly melted away when Seth pulled away from my neck and looked at me, lust and adoration engulfing his orbs.
"You like that, Valentina?" he ground out, his thrusts increasing. "You feel so good, love. You gonna cum for me?"
Unable to string together a coherent sentence, all I could do was nod my head. His thrusts quickened, sending my mind into overdrive as my eyes rolled back. His hand slid down and his thumb rubbed my clit.
"SETH!" I screamed, my body convulsing under his touch as the coil snapped. My nails raked down his back as he came with me. He kissed all over my face and pulled out of me. Then he carefully laid me down against the shower wall, his arms lovingly wrapping around me as my body trembled against him.
"I love you, Seth Rollins," I breathed.
"I love you too, Valentina Monroe," he murmured. He gently took hold of my chin and pressed a deep kiss to my lips.
She's a killa queen
She'll break your heart
Tear it apart
Just to watch you scream
She longs for the fight
Your blood in the night
The killer you fear in your dreams
She's a killa queen
The sound of my new ringtone echoing throughout the locker room enabled me to snap my eyes open. I was lying against the shower wall, but Seth wasn't holding me. And yet, my head was still spinning and my body was still trembling. It felt so real, but it wasn't. I was forced to come to grips with the fact that I had another fantasy about Seth Rollins.
"Get a hold of yourself, Valentina," I huffed, promptly turning off the shower and wrapping a towel around myself. "You're not nineteen anymore, stop acting like a horny teenager!" I scolded myself.
Once I spent five minutes trying to calm myself down – mostly by splashing some cold water on my face - I rounded the corner and walked over to the bench where I stacked my clothes, phone and gear. A high-pitched ringing came from my phone and Seth Rollins would like to FaceTime was displayed across the screen.
I swiped my finger across the screen and was greeted by a somewhat impatient looking Seth, whose cheeks flushed upon seeing my toweled form.
"Shit, sorry about that, Vee, I didn't know you were still getting ready," he muttered, nervously scratching the back of his neck.
"Wait, Monroe's possibly naked?! Move over!" Seth was shoved out of frame and Dean's face came into view. He licked his lips while his eyes scanned up and down my body.
"Not exactly naked, but eh, I ain't complainin'," he said. "Don't suppose you would mind dropping that towel while I'm here, would you, darlin'?"
"Dean, you have five seconds to put Seth back on or else I'll see to it that you'll be wearing an iron lung for the next sixty years," I spat, indignantly digging my fingers into my temple.
Dean was then pushed out of frame and replaced with a now apologetic and slightly annoyed Seth. "All jokes aside, are you okay?" he asked, his voice now laced with concern. "You're looking rather flushed again."
"Probably because I need to get laid," I muttered.
"W-What was that?"
"U-Uhh, I was just saying that I'm looking forward to our date!"
"As am I, sweetheart. As am I," he smiled. "Oh, and if you're interested, to celebrate our victory I was thinking we could go back to our room, order up some pizza and beer and have a Star Wars marathon, you up for it?"
"FUCK YEAH I AM!" I screeched, eagerly nodding my head. I was an avid Star Wars fan and had watched the franchise a million times.
"NERDS!" Dean vexingly yelled in the background.
"FUCK YOU, AMBROSE!" Seth and I yelled in unison.
"Don't swing that way, bro! But Vee, if you want me, you know where to find me!"
Seth then playfully rolled his eyes and I bit my tongue and suppressed the urge to curse Dean out. "So, as I was saying, before we were RUDELY interrupted, are you up for a Star Wars-filled evening with your ninja?"
"You got it, dude," I blew him a kiss. "I'll be out in ten."
"Aww, no show for moi?"
"DEAN!" Seth snapped, before quickly turning his head to look at me. "If you excuse me, I've got a lunatic to straighten out."
"Yeah, you do that and let me know if you need me to look up the number for the local asylum," I rebutted, and hit 'End Call'.
Welp, at least I had a Star Wars celebration with the resident Architect to look forward to.
A/N: Sooo, yeah, I think I'm just gonna go ahead and bump the rating up to M because I know this won't be the only time things get hot and heavy for Monrollins (even if it was just another fantasy XD). However, I'm still getting the hang of writing smut so bear with me XD.
On a more serious note, words cannot express how devastated I was - and still am – after reading that Chyna had passed away. When I first started watching wrestling back in my junior year of high school hers and Lita's matches were the first ones I really got into. A true legend in women's wrestling.