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“You bitch!” Tory yelled while being hauled over Sam’s shoulders. It was both part of the act and a genuine response, cause after all, Tory referred to her wife as ‘a bitch’ on a daily basis.
Sometimes on multiple times a day. Affectionately of course.
Well, most of the time.
Anyway, their anniversary was coming up soon and Tory had to come up with a mind-blowing gift to buy Sam. She had money to spare now, after all.
It had been three years since they tied the knot and sometimes Tory still couldn’t believe it.
They had both ended up in the WWE pretty much at the same time and from different enough backgrounds; Sam was a state champion in Greco-Roman wrestling and Tory was an accomplished boxer.
Naturally, they hated each other from the moment their eyes met.
It was that very same honest hate that was devouring both of them during their first few years as professional wrestlers that made their managers to always pair them up together.
Drama sells tickets after all.
Their ‘fixed’ scenarios had it all; boyfriend stealing, class wars, utter jealousy and disrespect towards each other.
Most of it was true anyway.
Except for the boyfriend part. Tory found soon enough that Sam was interested in men as much as she was. That is to say, not at all.
After several months of animosity, Tory started discovering that Sam wasn’t so bad after all.
Sure, she was a pretty princess, a daddy’s girl, but she was also sweet and kind.
And the fans loved them together. They were even writing fanfiction about them, for crying out loud, which Tory may or may not have skimmed through.
The catalyst to the shift in their relationship came when Tory’s mom died from complications of a long-term autoimmune disease. Tory was devastated, slowly falling into a soul-deep depression, unable to fight or even make it through the day.
Sam surprised her by supporting her since day one, refusing to get paired up with anyone else, taking care of Tory and her younger brother, getting them groceries, cooking and cleaning for them.
It didn’t take them long to fall head over heels for each other after that, and to elope and get married in an extra private reception in Vegas.
And now, here they were, fighting again.
“Gonna drop you,” Sam whispered to Tory’s ear and she braced herself for the fall. Between their endless practice and training, it was a piece of cake to make it look realistic enough but still not risk breaking any ribs.
Tory landed on the mat with an ‘oompf’ and stared up at her wife, her mouth turning up in one of the nasty smirks she was famous for. “You’re gonna pay for this when we get home, LaRusso.”
Sam let out a hearty laugh and, God, she looked so beautiful, Tory could kiss her right then and there.
The crowd was wild, cheering and howling, shouting Sam’s name and Tory’s chest swelled with pride for calling this amazing woman her wife.
Then Sam stuck her index finger in her face, expression sullen all of the sudden and hissed. “That’s what you get for not throwing out the trash—” Sam winked at her and Tory knew what was going to follow ---“LaRusso,” Sam finished and the crowd erupted again in wild cheers.
Ah yeah. Drama sells. Even good old, domestic disputes.