Wrestling One-Shots

Sami Zayn

"That's sounds like a you problem to me." You coo with a smirk on your face as Shane looks down at you, annoyance plastered on his face.

"Y/N, i am your boss." He reminds you in a firm tone, trying his best to get you to give in to his demands. "That means you do what i tell you, or we're gonna have to let you go." He drops a threat to fire you.

"Hahaha." You chuckle, no worry whatsoever in your mind. "Please Shane, we all know that you wouldn't dare fire the best women's wrestler you've had in years." You run a hands through your hair, aura oozing confidence in your words.

Shane mumbles something you cant hear under his breath, most likely a string of curse words regarding you. You watch as he makes one more attempt to get you to listen to him, but decides against it and instead walks off.

"Pleasure talking with you Shane!" You call after him in a cheery tone as he walks off.

With that taken care of you head back to your locker room to hang out until you are needed out in the ring for the night. Raw women's title gleaming as it sits on your shoulder you walk with confidence, afterall, you are the best women's wrestler WWE has at the moment. At least in yours and all your fans opinions anyway.

You round the corner to your locker room and find a certain red head lingering near the door, you crack a smile as you inch closer to him. Sami Zayn. God the man was one of the very few people in WWE that you could stand. He was just to cute for his own good.

"Sami." You nod to him as you walk to the door of your locker room. "Any particular reason you're blocking my locker room door?" You ask him with a curious glint in your eye.

"Oh Y/N!" Sami perks right up when you approach him. "Your locker room?" He turns around to see your name stuck to the wooden door. "Oh man, i'm sorry. " He immediately goes to move away from the entrance. "I didn't realize." He almost stutters as he moves out of the way.

"It's fine." You shake your head and walk to the door. "No big deal, anyways." You stop at the door and eye the ginger up again. "What are you doing out in the hall anyway?" You ask him with a raised brow.

"Me? Oh you know, just staying away from all the guys in the locker rooms." Sami replies, his mood changing from cute and stuttery to cynical and dry.

"Hey i feel that." You nod with a small chuckle. "The other girls here are such bitchy drama queens." You roll your eyes at the mere thought of some of the others woman wrestlers you didn't get along with. "You wanna come in?" You offer to keep Sami company as you turn the knob to your door.

"Come in?" Sami reverts back to his shy self in an instant. "Me?" He asks again.

You watch him swallow as his mind races for an answer, this Sami was way to cute for his own good.

"Y-yeah sure." Sami finally nods his head and takes a step toward you.

"Great!" You nod and step into your locker room. "You can keep me company while i wait for my match later." You head inside and set your title down on the vanity in the room.

Sami steps inside and shuts the door behind him, you take a seat yourself at your vanity leaving the other chair for Sami to sit in. He clicks the door shut and looks around the spacious room before sitting down in the empty chair a few feet away from yours.

"This place is nice." He comments as he looks around the room again, not knowing what to say.

"Yeah i guess." You shrug and check your hair in the mirror, you were thinking about a braid for your match tonight. "I'm used to way bigger than this, but hey it's fine." You grab a brush from your vanity and brush out a few stray tangles in your hair.

Behind you Sami chuckles aloud, this makes you turn around while you brush your hair and look at him.

"Something funny?" You ask with a raised brow, running the brush through your hair once more/

"Oh nothing." Sami shakes his head.

"Oh come on Zayn, what's up." You stare him down to get an answer out of him.

"Fine." Sami stares back at you before breaking eye contact again. "It's just, and forgive me." He starts up. "Don't you think what you just said is kind of....i don't know....spoiled?" He asks you, waiting for the moment you kick him out of the room.

A grin flashes on your face again, this was the other Sami. The interesting one that was forged from him working as a heel recently. The bold and dry Sami was way hotter than the shy and timid one.

"I suppose it is." You shrug again and set the brush down. "You've got balls for saying that in fron of me though, i like that." You muse and begin to pull your hair into a braid.

"Well duh." Sami replies, keeping his confidence up.

"Ha." You chuckle again. "See there it is, the bold Sami Zayn." You glance over at Sami again. "I find him much more interesting than the shy Sami that pretends he doesn't know he's lingering by my locker room door." You muse, figuring out why Sami had been by your locker room earlier.

"Oh is that so?" Sami replies, leaning back in your chair. "And what makes you think that i was loitering around just to see you?" He asks you curiously.

"Oh it's painfully obvious that you have a thing for me Zayn." You begin to finish up the braid. "Most men here do. Luckily for you though." You tie the braid up and stand to your feet. "I happen to like you just a little bit more than i like everyone else." You stand over Sami sitting in the chair, leaning down to his level with a grin.

"Lucky me." Sami chuckles, his hands reaching up to pull you down into the chair with him. "Guess i'll have to impress you then." He lets another deeper chuckle from his lips as his hand runs up your back to the back of your neck, making you lean forward into a kiss.

"Color me impressed Zayn." You pant as you break the kiss for air, you legs straddling the grinning man below you. "You may just have to start hanging out in here with me more often." You giggle.