Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Fluff!
Word Count: 1,625
Request/Summary: "Hey, I don't know if you write about Damian Priest, but can you write about heel!reader qualifying for money in the bank and he's waiting for her and have a moment and vice versa after losing against Seth and they comfort each other."
A/N: This was requested by Anonymous on Tumblr. Hope You Enjoy!
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Tonight was a special night for you and Damian. You have a match for a spot in Money in the Bank while Damian has a title match against Seth 'Freakin'' Rollins.
It's important to you because after all the years in WWE you haven't won a title, so winning this would get you one step closer, but you would obviously go after Asuka instead of your former Judgment Day member, Rhea.
Damian was also happy about his match considering WWE hasn't pushed him since the whole Judgment Day team, but tonight was the night you both prove your worth to the team and WWE universe.
You were lacing your boots up when a knock came at the door. "Babe, you done?" You heard Damian asked. "Come in!" The door opened revealing Damian and the rest of the members.
"Woah, babe, you look good." Damian complimented you, coming over and wrapping an arm around you. "Thank you, baby." He kissed your cheek, sitting on the couch next to Finn and Dominik. "Yeah, like really good. I might have to steal you for myself."
Rhea winked at you, earning a glare from Damian. "Alright Rhea, get off my girl, she's mine." You chuckled at their bickering, standing up and checking up your gear. "I'm done! How do I look?" You gave a small twirl while smiling.
"You look great and I'm sure you're gonna do great tonight." Finn added. "I hope so." You said picking at your nails. The group could tell you were getting nervous. "Hey, you're gonna do great. You're gonna win the briefcase and get Asuka's title, so both of our girls will have gold, and so I will too."
You smiled at Damian's small pep talk, boosting your mood. "Yeah, you're right. And I'm gonna win it for you." You pecked his lips, a blushing forming on your cheeks. "And I'll win the title for you." He returned the kiss, a grumble coming from Dominik's mouth.
"Okay lovebirds, let each other go and let Y/n win that spot!" You gave them one last smile before going to the gorilla. You were about to face Trish Stratus and were sure to win. Not to be rude, but even though Trish is a legend, she isn't as good as she used to be.
Your music played, fans booing and cheering for you. You put on your best heel persona and made your entrance. As you did a mini warm up in the ring, Trish's music played, with her coming out in her new gear. She was now like you - a heel wearing purple and wanting a spot in this special event.
When she entered the ring you both walked up on each other, chest to chest. "You really think you're gonna win this?" Trish asked with a questioning look.
"I don't think I'm gonna win, I know I am, and when you're on the ground in pain like an old lady, watching me celebrate, remember the trash you were talking."
Trish sarcastically laughed, throwing her head back. "Awe, does little Y/n have some balls? Well if I were you, I would watch out 'cause you never know what this 'old lady' can do." You both locked up aggressively, letting the match play out.
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You had it. You thought you had it when you hit your finisher and went for the pin.
"1 2-"
The count stopped because Trish put her foot on the rope. The referee called rope break and let the match continue. You looked around shocked and full of anger. While you were arguing with the referee, Trish slipped out the ring, catching your attention.
You quickly went after her, noticing she was trying to go under the ring. You pulled her out, and put her back in the ring, but before you could enter your leg was yanked down, causing your face to hit the apron harshly.
You were then turned around and flipped in the air, face being met with a hard knee. You didn't have to look to know who it was. You knew that it was Zoey Stark from NXT 2.0 who just called to the main roster. She quickly threw you in the ring and Trish went for the pin.
"1 2 3"
*DING DING DING*
"Your winner of this match, Trish Stratus!"
Fans booed as Zoey and Trish celebrated. "Who's the 'old lady' now?" Zoey taunted, laughing as you laid there. "Just face it Y/n, you're nothing. You're not good enough to make it to the big league, so just stay with your trash team and fangirl over your boyfriend!"
Those words hit deep, especially coming from Trish. You've always looked up to her, hell the point of you starting to wrestle was because of Trish. You wanted to be just like her. Trish and Zoey left the ring, leaving you to sit there alone.
You slowly got up and waved at your fans, thanking them for staying with you in the journey. Even people who hated you felt bad. They could tell you were hurt, seeing tears blur your vision. You walked backstage and met with your team.
It was silent as you looked at the ground. "Y/n, I'm sorry I wasn't out there! I was gonna come, but-" You stopped Rhea's rant. "It's okay. It's not like I would've won with your help." You walked past them to the locker room.
"You did good. The fans loved you." Finn said, trying to cheer you up. "Yeah, but I didn't win." Finn frowned at your negativity. "We're still happy. You won in our eyes and that's all what matters." You let out a huff of annoyance at Dominik's happy tone.
"Guys, you don't have to lie to me. I didn't win and no matter how much support I have or the amount of help I get, I'm not good enough. I'm nothing." Damian felt his whole world crash down at you saying those last two words. 'I'm nothing.'
Rhea was ready to say something, but Damian cut in. "I'll talk to her." Damian caught up to you as you sped walked to the locker room. "I swear if you guys don't leave me alone, I'll-" You stopped your sentence when you turned around. "Oh." You both stood there awkwardly, staring at each other.
You broke down completely, tears spilling from your eyes. Damian quickly grabbed you and pulled you in for a comforting hug. "Shh, it's okay. Let it all out." He gently held you, rocking you from side to side.
You calmed down slightly to where sniffles could be heard. "Come on, let's go to the couch." He guided you to the couch, sitting you down. "Look, I know you're upset, but it's okay. You did your best and I'm proud." You nodded your head at his statement.
"I love you and I want you to know that I don't care if you didn't win, and neither does the team. We're happy you got the opportunity." He couldn't finish his little speech when a knock came at the door. "Sorry to ruin your talk mate, but it's time for your match."
Damian placed a gentle kiss on your lips before standing up. "Go shower and once I get my title, you can hold it on our way to the hotel." You followed his instructions, going to wash up.
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Same thing happened for Damian's match. He fought hard through the whole thing, but unfortunately you were in the shower for a while and missed half of the match, but you did see near the end.
Damian grabbed Seth by the neck and launched him into the corner, ready to charge at him, but Seth dodged. Seth tried hitting him, but Damian reversed, setting him up for a Razors Edge, but his arm must've been too weak, causing him to drop Seth.
Seth hit him with a super kick, following a rolling elbow before hitting his famous curb stomp. Fans cheered loudly as he got the 3 count, retaining his title. Damian sat there like you, holding his head. He felt so disappointed in himself.
He didn't stick around for long, escaping the ring and going backstage. He instantly went to the locker room, pacing back and forth. "Who's going in there 'cause it sure ain't me." Dominik was the first to say. "Well I'm not either." Rhea said, turning to Finn. "Don't look at me, mate. I'm not going either!"
You brushed past them, opening the door. "Babe?" Damian's attention snapped to you. "Before you say anything, I know how it feels. I feel like I'm nothing." You sat next to him, holding his hand. "First I wanna say I'm proud of you, and even though you didn't win, you're still my champion."
Damian could hide the smile that came on his face. Even though he's upset, you always manage to make his day. "I know it's just, after all this time of doing nothing, I had one chance to be in the spotlight and I fucked it up."
You nodded your head in agreement, knowing how he felt. "I understand, but think about it babe. Who were the fans out there watching? Who were the fans showing respect to at the end? Who did WWE choose to fight tonight?" It was an easy answer. "Me."
"You know why?" He smiled once he figured what you were getting at. "Because you're enough. Hate or love you, that match would've never happened if it wasn't for you." He pulled you in for a kiss.
Pulling back, you rested your forehead against each other's. "You're enough." Damian was quick to correct you. "We're enough." He grabbed your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.