Wrestling One-Shots Six

Bron Breakker

Raw has been on the air for around and hour, and for once, things seem to be going smoothly. You are hanging out in the backstage area and talking with a couple of the members of the production crew when Pearce comes stomping into the room.

"YN!" Pearce's shrill voice knocks you out of the conversation you were having.

"Yes, sir?" You turn sharply on your heel and face your boss with a smile.

Pearce aims a narrow look at you. "When was the last time that you checked in with the security team?" He asks you.

"Umm, right before the show started. Why?" You answer him.

You notice Pearce's jaw clench in annoyance as he sets a hand on his hip. "Ricochet and Ilja Dragunov are about to have a match." He explains. "And I have a sneaking suspicion that Bron Breakker might make an appearance. Despite the fact that I've slapped him with a fine and asked him not to show up tonight."

"Right, okay." You nod. "I'll check up on them right away." You reach for the walkie-talkie hanging off of your belt.

Pearce stands by and watches you radio in with the security team. You talk with them for a minute before putting it back and turning back to Pearce.

"They haven't noticed anything suspicious tonight, sir." You relay the information to Pearce. "But I told them to be on the look-out for Breakker." You add.

Pearce nods, satisfied with your answer, and gestures for you to follow him back to the office. The two of you are headed back to the office when someone from the production team comes sprinting down the hall in search of either you or Pearce.

"Sir! Bron Breakker is out in the ring and attacking Ilja and Ricochet!" The frantic production guy comes to a halt in front of the two of you.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me!" Pearce shouts. "Well is security breaking up the fight?" He asks.

The security guard nods and gestures down the hall where the rest of the security team are all attempting to escort Bron away from the ring area.

"Sir! Please come with us!" One of the guys practically begs Breakker to cooperate.

You watch Pearce drag a hand over his face with followed by an exhausted sigh. He glances over at you and happens to notice the awestruck glint in your eyes as you watch Bron fight with the security team. An idea pops into Pearce's head and he fixes his tie, giving himself a moment to compose himself before he turns toward you.

"Y/N." Pearce turns toward you and catches your attention.

"Yeah, sir?" You blink a couple of times and turn to face him.

Pearce glances between you and Bron a couple of times before turning his attention back on you. "Why don't you stay with Breakker and try to calm him down? I'll go make sure that Ricochet and Ilja are alright." He explains.

"Yeah, okay." You nod.

You turn back around to Bron and the security team and swallow your nervousness down. Pearce walks off to head down to the infirmary and you approach the frustrated security team and the man making their life hell.

"Okay, you guys can relax now. Step off of him and give us some space." You order the team to relax and disperse.

The team all steps off of Bron and gives the two of you some space to breathe. Bron stares at you with a smug smile and waits for you to dish out some sort of punishment for his brash actions.

"I suppose that asking you to leave the building is useless?" You finally work up the courage to speak.

"I'm already here, aren't I?" Bron replies. "Mind as well hang out, right?"

You close your eyes and huff a breath out of your nose. "Can I at least ask that you stop brutally attacking your peers?" You ask him. "You can be pissed off at Pearce all you want. But taking out half the roster isn't going to get you anywhere." You remind him. "Unless you're just trying to create a mountain of tedious paperwork for Pearce and me?"

"For Pearce, maybe." Bron grins. "He should have let me into the King Of The Ring tournament." He shrugs.

You roll your eyes, trying to devise a plan on what you're going to do with Breakker while Pearce is gone.

"I've got stuff to do. Can I trust that you can behave yourself in the locker room? Or do I have to babysit you?" You ask him.

"I don't know." Bron teases you. "There's a lot of guys that like to run their mouths in the locker room."

You roll your eyes again and your phone buzzes in your pocket. You take it out and find a text from Pearce, updating you on Ricochet and Ilja. Both of them are fine. Or at least, without serious injury.

"Well, it looks like Ilja and Ricochet are going to be fine." You inform Bron and put your phone back into your pocket. "Which means no fine for you, unfortunately." You grumble that last part. "And if you're not going back to the locker room then I guess I'm stuck keeping an eye on you. So let's go." You gesture for him to follow you.

Bron shrugs and trails behind you as you weave through the backstage area. You find it much easier to maneuver through the droves of people working backstage with Bron behind you. But you'd be jumping out of the way too if you saw a man built like Breakker headed your way.

"Hey, Mike. Do you have the viewership stats for first hour of the show?" You head down to the production truck.

"Yeah, right he-Oh geez!" Mike turns around and is startled by Bron lurking menacingly behind you. "Umm, ma'am?" He nods subtly behind you.

"Ignore him." You reply and take the papers from his hands. "I'm babysitting because, someone," You turn back and look at Bron. "Can't be trusted to stay out of trouble."

Mike nods and turns to sit back down in his seat. You gloss over the report and head out of the truck, gesturing for Bron to follow you. Breakker pushes off the wall and continues to trail behind you while you run errands. After you've done a couple of things around the backstage area, you head back to the office with Bron still at your side.

"Pearce! You in here?" You step into the office and glance around for your boss.

"Over here, YN." Pearce replies from behind his desk.

Pearce beckons you over to his desk and you see a smile crack on his lips when he spots Bron still seemingly loitering at your side. You walk over to his desk and hand over the reports you've been collecting all night.

"So, you managed to put a leash on the dog, huh, YN?" Pearce taunts you, nodding to Bron on the other side of the room.

"Huh?" You reply and turn around. "Oh. Yeah, I guess." You shrug. "What else was I supposed to do with him?"

Pearce shrugs with a playful smile. "I'm intrigued that he's listening to you. What's your secret, YN?" He jokes.

"She's much prettier than you are." Bron chimes in from across the room. "And she hasn't gotten on my nerves."

Pearce rolls his eyes at Bron and turns back toward you. "Good work tonight, YN. I guess that I'll continue to leave handling Breakker to you."

"Lucky me." You reply dryly, secretly ecstatic about the decision.

"Don't pretend like you don't like having me around, sweetheart." Bron chimes in again. "No one likes a liar."

You blush slightly and walk off before you dig yourself deeper into this hole. And like the obedient new guard dog he is, Bron follows.