New One, New Love | Rhea Ripley | Book 1

Moving On

1 Year Later...

Chris sat alone in his car outside the arena, contemplating everything. Wrestling was something he enjoyed to do, ever since he was a kid almost Meer akin to a dream. The reality being it was just that, a dream. He'd been jobbing out on the show for the last two months, no direction from Triple H or Creative. Meanwhile his ex was on Raw, became part of a group. The Jugdment day they call themselves, Lead by Edge.

He sucked it up, walked past security and went backstage. Familiar faces tried talking to him but he had no words for them. You could say that he was projecting his anger and frustration onto others who clearly didn't deserve it, he knew it too.

Adam and Keith had been released, two buddies that he actually fucked with were gone. Fucking up Triple H had been on his mind more than he'd like to admit. The guy fucks him over but elevated everyone else who had inferior mic ability. All they cared about workrate and in ring ability. Fuck it, he was gonna go argue with Hunter.

"Who is it?" Hunter asked behind the door.

"It's the resident jobber of Nxt, open up."

The door opened, revealing Triple H. He didn't seem happy with Chris' sudden interruption but he didn't care.

"So can I ask why you're here out of the blue?" Triple H asked, sitting in his chair behind the desk.

"Sure, look my booking or lack there off down here is bullshit." Chris replies, leaning against the wall.

"Care to elaborate?"

"Ever since I had my mental episode, I've been nothing more than a mat cleaner out there. Is there seriously nothing for me?"

"Not at the moment maybe we can-."

"You've been saying that for two fucking months Paul. Enough of the bullshit already. You have guys out there who don't know a microphone from they're ass and they get shot after shot."

"I dont appreciate the tone Denton."

"I quite frankly don't give a fuck, Sir. Just trade me already, what's the point of keeping me here?"

"Sure let me just trade you to Raw then. I'd rather you ruin that show with your attitude. Now get the hell out of my office and my area. Report to the next arena for Raw next Monday, and don't be late."

"Glad we understand eachother."

He slammed Paul's door, walking out of the locker room.

"Fuck Nxt this place fucking sucks anyway." He said as the car peeled off down the highway.

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The Following Monday
(Chris's Pov)

I parked my car in the lot, deciding to take the long way into the arena. I can't tell if I'm excited or nervous for this opportunity. Triple H wasn't one to forget things so, if he ever came up to Raw I'd probably be fucked again.

Then there's Rhea, oh my former lover Rhea Ripley. I've seen somethings with Judgment Day and I'm not impressed. Rhea let her hair grow, she'd always looked good but I can see why dudes wanted to cuck out for her so badly. It also looked like she took Vince's words to heart, she along with the Judgment Day looked like stars, except for that dude JD.

I checked in with security as they escorted me to the locker room. I set my stuff up in a locker and sat around for a while, thinking about everything. Was I too rough with Triple H? Maybe but how else was I supposed to free myself from the shackles of Nxt black and gold?

The door to the locker room opened and in walked in 4 men. Damian Priest, Finn Bálor, Dominik Mysterio and Jd McDonagh the Judgment Day i.e. without queen bitch Rhea. Damian made eye contact with me before remembering who I was I suppose.