Requested by BabyDino1

You're nervous about your airtime

      You had a small storyline. Nothing huge but you get to be out there in front of all of 205 with the love of your life. Nothing could be better. Well if the nervous feeling could go away that'd help. You paced around the room for about half an hour before you were to get ready.
      You were slipping on your dress when you felt arms around you. You let put a small scream as you spun around.
      "Sorry, princess." You relaxed a little when you saw it was only Mark.
      "I thought I locked the door." You pulled away and finished getting ready. He leaned against the wall and watched you.
      "You okay?" Concern laced his voice.
      "Just really nervous. I don't wanna mess up." You mumbled.
      "You'll be fine, babe. And before you ask you look beautiful." You blushed looking away.
      "Thank you, Mark." He smiled and led you to the guerrilla. "Good luck kiss?" You looked up at him. He playfully rolled his eyes and leaned down capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. You kissed back hungrily. Unfortunately it was cut short when they ushered to the ramp. You just mumbled a few choice words under your breath.
      You watched the TV backstage waiting until you had to be out there. They were announcing the competitors for the tournament at the moment.

  Trent Seven
    Mark Andrews ❤
Wolfgang
Pete Dunne
And lastly the WWE United Kingdom Champion Tyler Bate

     He came out and held his title sky high. Tauntingly. Your cue. You grabbed the microphone as your music (Sasha Bank's theme) blasted. You took another deep breath before walking out with a smile on your face. All eyes on you. You looked around before walking right up to Tyler Bate. You smiled as confusion overtook his features.  You stepped closer to him almost touching before you aggressively snatched the title and backed up. You held it up looking from the title to each competitor before your eyes landed on....
      "Tyler. Tyler. Tyler. This right here. This title wasn't meant for you. Or Trent. Or Wolfgang. Or Pete." The crowd booed.  "The only one worthy of this title is its rightful owner, Mark Andrews." He walked over to you wrapping his arm around your waist. You handed him the mic and let him take over.

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ackstage

      You "helped" Mark backstage until you both were out of view. He instantly picked you up and spun you around.
      "You did amazing babe." You laughed hugging him tight.
      "Thank you. You did too. You always do." He set you back on your feet but didn't let go.
      "You were total badass. It was hot on you, too. Took a lot not to take you out there." You blushed. "How about right here though?" You blushed a deeper red. "I'm just kidding. You so cute when you blush." He leaned down kissing you. You responded instantly.
      "Amazing out there y/n...Mark." You groaned inwardly as he pulled away. You didn't like when people interrupted the little time you had with Mark.
      "Thanks Pete." He smiled. "Wanna go home?"
      "No. But it's the only quiet place we can get together." You pulled him to the locker room. The faster you got there the faster you'd get home with Mark. Which meant the faster you got to do other things... 😉