Wrestling One Shots/Short Stories

MJF Part 2

"This can't seriously get any worse," I moaned, dragging the three men back towards the TV to see Max running down the ramp and sliding into the ring. "Oh?" Claudio commented simply as Max pushed the members of the Firm off of Moxley and put himself between the six men and the champion he was due to face. "What is he playing at Iya?" Bryan asked, making me shake my head in the dark like everyone else. "I have no clue, Bry. But I do know that Mox just made it out of the ring." I pointed out that the man had used the distraction to slip from the ring, meaning he was safe as the Firm turned their full attention to Max. "I don't want to watch this," I sighed, raking my hands down my face as the men began attacking their former boss. Max was doing his best to fight back, but he was no match for six men, all more than willing to beat someone just to beat someone. "Fucking finally," I shouted as the door slammed open to reveal security on the other side. I barely took any time before I was running through the hallways, shoving past people on my quest to get down to the ring, Wheeler, Claudio, and Bryan not far behind me. Sprinting through the tunnels, it didn't take long before the Firm ran away through the crowd with their tails between their legs. "Mox," I called, following the low groaning to the far side of the ring to see the man mostly underneath the ring. "Oh, Mox," I sighed, flipping the ring apron up and offering him my hand in support. "What happened?" he asked lowly, pulling me down until I was on my stomach beside him. "Max ran down and took their attention off of you," I sighed, rubbing his hand gently. "And?" he prodded, making me roll my eyes. "He's lying in a pile of rubble that was the timekeeper's table," I informed. "Well, he's a bigger dumbass than I thought," he sighed, pushing me gently until he could climb out from under the ring, both of us being helped to our feet by our teammates. "Come on, babe, let's get you out of here before they decide to come back," I sighed, the five of us moving around the ring and towards the ramp, my eyes quickly darting to see how Max was doing before they went back to in front of me not wanting to get caught watching the man. 

I stuck around a little longer, watching the pre-tape before my phone went off, Max wondering if I was returning to the hotel soon. "Alright, boys, not that tonight hasn't been a grand ole time, but I need to get to the hotel and check on my personal side of this situation." I sighed, pushing up to my feet and grabbing my bag. "Tell him thanks for taking an ass-kicking for me," Mox grinned, making me roll my eyes. "Sure, Mox, I'll let him know you're becoming a fanboy," I smirked before heading out of the locker room and to the parking lot to find a ride back to the hotel. Thankfully, traffic wasn't too bad since the show was still running, returning to the hotel quickly. Sighing heavily, I knocked on the door before me and waited, watching as it slowly opened to reveal Max. "How are you feeling?" I asked, stepping into the hotel room and watching with a frown as he stiffly returned to the bed. "Like I got my ass kicked," he shot back, making me smirk slightly. "Baby, you brought them in. Karma just came back to give us a hand." I shrugged, taking off my shoes and crawling onto the bed as he glared at me. "Really? You're going to talk shit right now? You can just get the fuck out then," he grumbled, making me roll my eyes. "Okay, I'll leave then if that's what you want," I shrugged, crawling back off the bed. "Jesus fuck, that's not even fair," he moaned, a hand suddenly landing on my ass, the shorts I had on riding up as I moved. "Come here," he ordered, a slight smirk sliding onto my lips at the order. "Get out, come here, make up your mind, Max," I sighed heavily, turning back to face him. "Get that hot ass over here. Now. Or so help me, Iya, it will be painted red before you can even squeal." he threatened the words, making me shiver but crawl back towards him. "That's my girl," he grinned, reaching forward and pulling me down beside him, pressing our lips together. "I'm sorry," he mumbled against my lips, making me smile slightly. "It's okay. I know you're hurting right now. Let me see if I can help a little," I sighed gently, urging him to roll onto his stomach. 

"Mox said thank you, by the way," I remembered the man's words as I left the locker room. "Told him I'd make sure you knew he was becoming a fanboy," I laughed quietly, gently rubbing the man's back as I spoke. "They all come around eventually," he shrugged slightly, making me laugh again. "You must have hit the table high," I sighed, gently brushing the forming bruise across his shoulders. "Yeah, Bill missed his mark and was standing too close," he grunted, sighing gently as my lips brushed over the bruise softly. "I'm sorry, baby," I sighed, going back to rubbing his back gently. "How's your knee? Didn't you have an appointment with Doc this morning?" he asked, tapping my leg a sign to move off his back, the man rolling over and pulling me into his side. "Good, he said I should be able to return to the ring anytime now." I nodded quickly, extremely excited about the thought of wrestling again. "That's great," he shouted, his genuine excitement making me laugh happily. "I've missed seeing you wrestle," he admitted, calming down slightly and watching me. "Oh really? I didn't think you actually watched other matches." I shrugged, hands resting on his tanned chest. "Not all of them, mostly yours," he responded. "You're going to do great things, baby. I know it," he murmured leaning forward to press our lips together, whispered words being shared between soft kisses. This was the side of the man I loved the most and the side that was rarely seen. It was the side of him that scared me because it was dragging me deeper and deeper into his grasp, and I knew it was a situation that could easily crumble around me.