Mysterium in the Ring

Chapter 7: Goodnight n Go

Over the weekend I decided to work out to prepare for Monday Night Raw. I have a big day on Monday that will set the storyline even more into a wormhole. The storyline is about to get messy.

I head to the WWE gym that they have specifically just for the wrestlers. I have to be prepared and ready for Monday so I get right into it. I noticed others in the gym, but many were leaving. They probably have an actual life outside of wrestling. Unlike me, who does nothing but think about wrestling. It's all I can do, I mean how can it not be the main topic in your mind when you work for WWE?

I start on my warm-up which consists of sit-ups, stretches, and two-minute planks to get my body all stretched and ready. When I am done I get up to head over to the weights. Doing my rep count I repeat lifting them for one last time. I do my pull-ups, treadmill run, shoulder press, and many more. Ending my routine I only have the bench press left. I look around for anyone to be my spotter noticing that no one seems to be left.

Maybe I can do it myself? I've done it many times before perfectly fine.

What could go wrong?

I make my way over to the bench and get myself situated. Before I could start I hear someone drop weights a couple of rows away. Knowing that I am not fully by myself makes me feel somewhat better. I get ready and start lifting.

The muscles in my arms already start to feel on fire. They are stretching the farthest they can. I feel my arms start to shake so I go to put the weight back down. I set them down and take a deep breath. I know I can do it, why did I stop? If I am going to wrestle on Monday I need to be able to lift this.

This is stupid I can do it, it's just a mind game.

I start to do reps again on the bench, I make it to number two and feel my arms shaking again. This time it is worse. I can barely feel my arms. They feel like noodles flying in the wind. I have to put them down, I can't do it. But I don't have enough strength to get it back up, and slowly the weights start to come down on me. I yell for help hoping anyone-someone would hear me. The weights start to press on my chest making me struggle for air.

Is this really how I am going to die? Trying to impress my own self? Not in a legendary way like in the ring, or having an injury from WWE. But instead of me just being dumb.

This is it.

While I was too busy accepting my death someone comes rushing over easily lifting the weights off my chest.

I try to sit up but my chest still feels like it has 100 pounds on it. I lay there gasping for air trying to gather myself together.

"Are you okay? Do you need a doctor? Do I need to go get help?" I can hear a man's voice asking me.

Finally able to breathe the man helps me sit up. He sets me on the ground beside a wall so I can sit straight up.

"Thank you," I choke out still in shock.

"Are you okay," the man asks again. This time I am able to shake my head yes. Looking at the man fully I notice that it's actually Dominik Mysterio.

"You scared me there for a second," he tries to lighten the mood.

"I scared myself too."

I feel like I am better now like I could continue my workout. I don't think that would be smart though, so instead I think I will just call it a day and go home. Overthink about what would have happened if Dominik wasn't there to save me.

While in my thoughts Dominik interrupts me and this time he looks more frustrated," What were you doing? Everyone knows the number one rule in the gym is to not be by yourself. If I wasn't here you could've died. I am the only one in this whole gym, were you not thinking?"