Location; Backstage Area of WWE.
❝Nickname is Nikki, but my name ain’t Nicole.❞
The sound of Nikes clicking the floor echoed through the tight hallway. Long black hair swayed with every step she took. Her cleavage moved around, as she walked with confidence. A smirk on her face, she opened her locker room door. She grabbed the bright red T-Shirt that had lettering on it from the chair that stood next to the door. Now in the gorilla area, her signature song boomed through the arena. The cheers erupted, clapping being heard in the distance. Pep in her step, she slid into the ring, throwing her hat away to the fans. The patented “Ding Ding Ding” echoed through the arena, signaling the beginning of the end. She lunged towards her blonde haired adversary, mowing her down with her forearm. Kneeling down and hooking her leg, the bell quickly rang again, as her signature song played again. However, something was wrong. She dashed to the backstage area again, slamming her door behind her. She sat down and buried her face into her hands. “Why? Why me?” Her neck felt like it was exploding, bulging with pain. “It’s over, there is no way I’m getting in that ring again.” Hot tears streamed down her cheeks and into her hands, before she sniffled and wiped them away. A soft knock was placed on the door, it grabbing her attention. “I-It’s open!” She exclaimed, sighing. Fellow SD Live star John Cena saw her eyes filled with salty tears, so he placed his hard, yet soft muscles and arms around her. “Thank you...” John grinned. “I’ll make you feel better.”
Her radio suddenly turned on— the song trademarked “Earned it” by The Weekend played in the background. They lustfully gazed into each other’s eyes, typically lost in them. Shortly after, their lips were intertwined, and she was pinned softly against the wall, slowly stripped down from head to toe. John admired her intensely hot body, figuring out where to start. The neck. His lips were right on her vein, teeth sunk into her skin, gums sucking in the rest. Moans escaped from her dark red matte lips, as they echoed in the room. “Mmm, yes John. Right thereee.” Her eyes-