Shayna’s match had been FAR from easy, going up against Becky Lynch was NEVER easy, and by the time she made it backstage, she was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, panting heavily.

Even in her exhausted state, the second she sits down she gives you a grin, patting her lap.

“Are you sure?” You ask, the Cage Fighter nodding.

“Of course babe, now come here.”

You settle gingerly in her lap, the woman wrapping her arms tightly around you as she buries her face in your hair, taking a deep breath.

She’d never admitted it, but you knew she took comfort in you, when days were hard, she’d wrap her arms around you, holding you tightly as she hid her face in your hair.

“I came up short... Again.” She mumbles and you frowning, turning around in her hold, the woman burying her nose in the crook of your neck.

“She’s not the Raw Woman’s Champ for nothing, BUT...” You turn your head, kissing her temple. “You’re not the Cage Fighter for nothing, you’re not the Queen of Spades for nothing.”

You feel the woman smile against your neck as she nuzzles closer.

“Are you trying to butter me up so you can be the big spoon tonight?” She teases and you giggle.

“NO! I would never!”

Shayna gives your neck a playful nip, making you jump, your cheeks flushing.

“Be careful .”

You jump again at the sound of a familiar Irish lilt, turning around to find Becky Lynch standing behind you a massive grin on her face.

“I heard she bites.”

Shayna's eyes narrow, as she gives the Irish woman a glare, earning only a wink in return before the woman leaves.