Ing of the Ring

This story takes place in an alternate universe, so please dont attack me if some of the storylines are different from what actually occurred.

APRIL 2026

The roar of the crowd was deafening, even backstage. I paced in the dimly lit gorilla position, my fingers flexing at my side as I tried to steady my breathing. Unable to relax, I reached up to my hair and tugged at it firmly, a bad habit I picked up as a child in nerve wracking situations. The weight of the moment pressed down on my broad shoulders like the spotlight I was about to step into.

My heart raced as I heard the opening notes of the promo package playing on the giant screens in the arena. This was it. Wrestlemania 42. The main event. My moment.

"Are you ready, kid?"

I looked up to see Triple H standing before me, his expression unreadable but his tone steady. The question wasn't just about tonight; it was about everything that led me here--every injury, every grueling day on the road, every doubter.

The door to my memories cracked open, and I couldn't stop it. I could still feel the cold of that first wrestling gym, the sting of failure in my early matches, and the fire that kept me coming back.

'Ready?' I thought to myself. 'I've been waiting for this my entire life.'

And as the first notes of my entrance theme blared through the speakers, the story began.

September 15, 2023

I stood in front of the mirror in the locker room, adjusting my wrist tape with deliberate precision. My broad shoulders and sculpted arms were covered in tattoos that told a story only I could read--fragments of my journey etched into my skin. My shoulder length box braids, pulled back neatly into a ponytail, framed a handsome face, my chiseled jawline softened by a million dollar smile.

Years of dedication had carved my physique into that of a warrior, every muscle earned through sweat, pain and perseverance. But it wasn't just my body that commanded attention; it was the energy I carried--calm, focused, and undeniably oozing charisma.

The faint hint of a gold chain rested against my chest, just below the neckline of my tank top, as if it, too, was a reminder of where I'd come from. I wasn't just a wrestler; I was a fighter in every sense of the word.

I began what felt like the longest walk to gorilla position in my life. I was preparing to make my debut for All Elite Wrestling, where I was booked as a surprise challenger to Jon Moxley for his International Title. The faint hum of the crowd seeped through the walls, growing lowder with every passing second. My heart pounded in rhythm with their restless energy.

Then, as I rounded the corner, I nearly collided with her. The finest woman God had ever created. Jade Cargill.

She stood there like a vision sculpted from marble, exuding confidence and power that matched the glow of the fluorescent lights above them. Her skin was radiant, a smooth, sun-kissed bronze that shimmered like silk under the lights' glow. Her ong, platinum hair cascaded down her back, framing a face that could stop time--piercing almond-shaped eyes, full lips painted a deep crimson, and cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass.

I couldn't help but give her body a quick once over. It was pure athletic perfection: broad shoulders that carried the weight of her dominance, toned arms adorned with intricate bracelets, and a waist that tapered into powerful hips. Her legs, long and chiseled, were like pillars of strength, carrying her with a grace that belied the raw power she possessed. She wore a sleek, form-fitting outfit that accentuated every curve, the emerald green fabric catching the light like it was alive.

Jade arched a perfectly shaped brow as her lips curved into a sly smile. "So, this is the rookie everyone here's been talking about," she said, her voice smooth, commanding, yet with a teasing edge.

For a moment, I forgot the crowd, the match, and even my nerves. I straightened my back, summoning the confidence that got me this far. "I'm no rookie. I've been tearing the indies up for over a decade now," I replied, my voice steady, though my heart felt anything but speaking to this black goddess.

Jade gave me an appraising glance, her smirk deepening. "My apologies, Mr. Indy," she replied as she started to walk away. "Don't screw this chance up," she said, stepping side with a lingering look that felt like a challenge and a promise all at once.

I exhaled sharply as she disappeared down the hall. I could hear Moxley in the ring, issuing the open challenge to the roster. My music hit, popping the crowd familiar with my time as GCW champion. I squared my shoulders and walked through the curtain.

"Making his way to the ring, from New York City, weighing in at 255 lbs, he is The Alpha Omega, Zion Wolfe!" the ring announcer bellowed. I strut to the ring, mic in hand. "Those of you here know that just a few days ago, I lost my GCW World Championship. And if you know me well, I only show up for two things, checks and belts!" I said cockily, leaning into my heel persona and popping the crowd again as I entered the ring and came face to face with Moxley.

"I accept your challenge!" I shouted at Moxley, following up with a sucker punch to his jaw to kick the match off.

--

I hooked Moxley's arm, my body screaming in protest from the punishment we'd already put each other through. The crowd roared as I powered him up and over, holding him vertical for a split second before flipping him mid air and driving him into the mat with everything I had.

Boom. The ring shook beneath us as I hit my finisher, The Golden Bomb, on Moxley. I had put away many legends the last 12 years with this move, and used Moxley's momentum from hitting the mat to push his legs back and pin him.

"One...two..thr--"

He kicked out at 2.999999.

The arena erupted, and I sat back, staring at the referee wide-eyed and in disbelief. Two fingers. Only two. I slapped the mat in frustration, my teeth clenched so hard I thought they might crack. My anger bubbled to the surface; what else did I have to do to put this bastard away?

By the time I got to my feet, Moxley was already moving, albeit sluggishly. I tried to grab him, but he slipped out of my grip like water, reversing my attempt into a hold of his own. His knee caught me square in the gut, knocking the wind out of me.

And then it came--the Death Rider.

I had barely registered the crowd's reaction as Moxley drove my head and neck into the mat. He hooked my leg, his weight pressing down on me like a boulder.

"One...two...three!"

The bell rang, and I lay there staring up at the lights, my chest rising and falling as the realization sank in. I'd lost.

--

I walked gingerly to the back, selling the effects of my match. The energy backstage was electric, as I entered the gorilla position and was met with applause and high fives. I held my head high--I was booked to lose the match, but I made a huge impression on the crowd and secured myself another opportunity to impress.

A few other wrestlers clapped me on the back and offered quick words of advice/encouragement as they passed by, including THE Bryan Danielson, one of my all time favorite wrestlers. Moxley had even made his way to the back and gave me a big hug and praise for working so well with him. I made my way to the locker room when I heard her voice.

"I hope you're not back here sulking after a match like that. That was amazing!"

I looked up to see Jade standing by the doorway to the women's locker room, arms crossed, her lips curved into a playful smirk. She was wearing her ring gear; her match against Kris Statlander was the main event tonight.

"Not sulking," I replied, giving her a smile. " Just...decompressing."

Jade stepped toward me, her movements confident and commanding. Her platinum blonde hair caught the light as she tilted her head slightly, studying me.

"You were good out there...really good," she said to me with a gentle warmth to her words. She came in close to me and continued, "we're all going out tonight to celebrate. My last match in AEW deserves a proper send-off. You should come. It'll give you a chance to meet everyone."

"Wait, your last match?" I asked, surprised. There had been rumblings that Jade was leaving AEW for WWE, but there was no solid evidence until now.

"Yeah," she said with a shrug. "Time to move on. New challenges, new opportunities."

I hesitated for a moment. Despite my gimmick, where I portrayed a brash and at times cocky and egotistical heel, I was an introvert in my actual day to day life. But the way that Jade looked at me--with a spark in her eye that set me on fire--made it impossible to say no.

"Alright," I said, nodding. "I'm in."

"Good," she said, flashing me that billion watt smile as she walked away. "Don't keep me waiting, rookie."

"I have more wrestling experience than you do!" I shouted back as she walked out.

--

The bass thumped so hard I could feel it in my chest as we walked into the club. The place was packed--flashing lights, bodies moving in rhythm, and the unmistakable smell of sweat and expensive liquor. A handful of the roster was already there, scattered across the VIP section. Some were lounging on plush couches, others were laughing and knocking back shots. I kind of awkwardly hung around until Isiah Kassidy came up to me with shots of whiskey. Four shots in and I had loosened up considerably, and fit right in with everyone.

And then I saw her.

Jade was on the dance floor, commanding the space the same way she did the ring. Her hair and skin shimmered under the strobe light, and her movements were effortless--smooth, confident, electric. She caught me staring and gave me a sly smile before crooking her finger, motioning me over.

I set my drink down and stepped onto the floor, weaving through the crowd until I was standing in front of her.

"You dance, rookie?" she asked, her voice just loud enough to carry over the music.

I smirked and asked, "you wanna find out?"

She laughed, the kind of laugh that made you feel like you'd already won something, and then she turned her back to me, swaying her hips in time with the beat. I fell into rhythm with her, my hands hovering just shy of her waist, unsure if I should go there. She is a married woman after all.

"Relax," she said, glancing back at me. "I don't bite...unless you ask nicely like a good boy."

The heat in her words caught me off guard, but I didn't let it show. Was...was Jade flirting with me? I placed my hands on her waist, and she leaned into me, our hips whining in perfect sync with each other. It was more intoxicating than any alcohol I had consumed tonight--the music, her touch, the way she moved like she owned the room. Time blurred. We danced through a couple of songs, her laughter and teasing smiles pulling me further under her spell.

When the music slowed down, she turned to face me, her arms draping over my shoulders. Her face was close now, her breath warm against my cheek.

"You know," she said, her voice lower, more intimate. "I think you have potential. In the ring...and out of it."

Before I could remind her that I was still more experienced than her, she leaned in and kissed me. Her lips were soft, but the kiss had a hunger to it, a confidence that left no room for doubt. The crowd around us faded into ether, the music a distant hum as my hands gripped her waist tighter, pulling her closer.

"Come with me" she said, her voice barely audible over the music but impossible to ignore. "My room. Let's make this a night you won't forget."

For a moment, I couldn't speak. My heart was pounding, my mind racing. But then I nodded, letting her take my hand and lead me off the dance floor. The rest of the world didn't matter. Not tonight.

--

The elevator ride to Jade's hotel room was silent but charged. We were both intoxicated, from the copious amounts of shots we had and from each other. We made out hungrily in the elevator, our hands gripping each other's bodies.

As soon as we stepped inside, the door had barely clicked shut before she pulled me into her. Her kiss was fiercer this time, filled with urgency. Her fingers were tangled in my braids as she backed me toward the bed, and I was more than happy to follow her lead.

Jade helped me undress and stripped out of her emerald bodysuit. She stood before me in a black lace bra and thong. Her body was even more magnificent in person than any of the Instagram pics I had lusted over in the past. She smirked at me and walked to the bed.

"Don't just sit there, rookie," Jade said smugly. "Come here and eat this pus--"

I couldn't wait a second longer, dropping to my knees and pulling her thong to the side. I hungrily licked both sides of her dripping, throbbing pussy. I tongued her hole passionately and slid my tongue up and down her slit, purposely teasing her by avoiding her swollen clit.

"Oh my GOD!" she shouted as I played in the folds of her outer lips. I went down further this time, licking from her pulsating brown asshole all the way back up to her clit as slow as I could to extend her torment. Jade moaned and rolled her hips, pushing her holes into my face.

I inhaled Jade's clit, staring her in the eyes as she moaned and whimpered for me. She struggled to catch her breath, and the sound put a battery in my back, causing me to gently bite down on her clit. I flattened my tongue against it, reaching up to play with her large, thick chocolate nipples.

"Baby, I'm gonna cum for you!" she shouted as her eyes rolled back into her head. I continued my machinations, and she rewarded me for it by squirting in my mouth. I swallowed as much of her essence as I could, letting the rest dribble down my lips and into my beard.

I climbed up the length of her body, kissing a trail to her lips. She tongued me down, sucking on my lips so she could taste herself. "Please baby," she begged in between kisses. " I need you inside me."

With one smooth thrust, I impaled Jade, filling her and stretching her completely. She moaned loudly in my ear as I began to stroke her needy pussy slowly but deeply. Her moans spurred me forward, and I began to gradually pick up my pace. The room was filled with the sounds of our skin slapping together and our grunts and moans.

I grabbed her toned, muscular legs and pushed them up, allowing me to fully sheathe myself inside her. Testing her flexibility, I pinned her legs back by her head. I planted my feet and began to drill into her with drunken, reckless abandon.

"Yes baby, fuck the shit out of your pussy!" she screamed. Her hands scratched my back up as my balls slapped against her fat ass. "I'm about to fucking cum again, daddy!"

With a huge, involuntary shudder, Jade unleashed every drop of liquid her body could muster all over my big black dick. Watching her writhe and twitch as her face scrunched up in bliss was too much for me. I bottomed out inside her and unleashed rope after rope of sticky cum inside her.

Almost as if it was in sync with the massive orgasm that Jade unleashed on me, her phone began to vibrate, ripping us both out of our orgasmic bliss. She ignored it at first, caressing me gently, kissing all over my face and neck. But the phone continued to ring a second and third time, drawing an audible groan from her.

"Hold on," she said, reaching over to the nightstand and grabbing the phone while my dick slowly softened inside her. "It might be important."

I leaned onto her frame and kissed her face gently as she answered. Her expression shifted almost immediately, her confident smirk fading into something closer to panic.

"H-Hey, baby," she said, her voice suddenly softer, sweeter. My stomach dropped. There was a pause as her husband spoke, loud enough for me to make out his voice, but low enough that I couldn't quite tell what he was saying. Jade forced out a laugh and replied, "Oh, you just landed in Cincinnati? Oh...yeah, of course. I'll see you soon."

Her eyes darted to me as she hung up, and I could see the gears turning in her head. "You need to go," she said quickly, standing up and gathering my clothes.

"Wait, what?" I asked, still trying to process what was happening.

"My husband," she said, her voice sharp now. "He's on his way here. I didn't think--just...you have to go. Now."

I sat there for a moment, stunned, before snapping into action. The urgency in her voice was enough to get me moving, even though my mind was reeling. I dressed as fast as I could, my hands fumbling with my hoodie as I tried to keep up with her frantic energy.

She opened the door, peeking out into the hallway before practically shoving me through it. "I'm sorry," she said, her tone softer now but still hurried. "I didn't mean for it to get this complicated."

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. The door closed behind me, and I stood there for a moment in the empty hallway, my mind racing.

What the hell had I just gotten myself into?