Baron Corbin - One Shots

"Don't ruin this for me."

"Don't ruin this for me." He says as you tried to reach him to give him your support after a rough night. He used such an arrogant tone that your blood started to boil instantly.

"Me ruining your title shot? What the fuck, Baron? What do you even mean by that?" You snap, feeling really offended with what he just implied.

"I mean exactly what I said. I need to be focused on what really matters." He replies, gulping hard when he let that last sentence slip.

"Oh, wow. What really matters..." You chuckle sarcastically. "So I'm a distraction? Because if that's your problem, it has a quick and simple solution." You state, a fake smile plastered on your face as you're trying your hard to maintain composure.

He averts his gaze to the floor, his hands fumbling with each other. He seemed to be in an internal dilemma, but... with his lack of response, you think he's made his choice.

"You wanna be a fucking lone wolf, so be it! You're alone." You snap angrily, but mostly sadly, emphasizing his alias. "I hope you can reach what really matters to you." You shoot sarcastically as you leave, recalling his words to you just a few moments ago.

Baron knew he'd screwed up in that moment. But what's done is done.

"Hey, (Y/N)!" He calls out after you, making you turn your face to him. "I'm gonna win that title and I'm gonna show you I'm worthy of you, I'm gonna make you proud of me. I don't want to be ashamed of me, or to be with me out of pity."

"You don't get, do you?" You let out a huge sigh, and he's standing there looking at you, confused. "I am proud of you. You always were worthy of me. I don't need a fucking title. I'm not ashamed of you and I definitely never was with you out of pity, I was with you because I fucking love you."

"But I thought... I mean..." He stutters, finally coming to senses that you wouldn't leave him, title or not, and that he was overthinking stuff. His insecurities definitely screwed him up.

"Yeah, well... You thought wrong." You reply as you turn to leave again.

"Where are you going? I want you here with me." He begs softly, making puppy eyes at you.

"I'm leaving. You need to think things through." You mumble, coldly.

"But... are we... are we done?" He asks, fear taking over his body.

"That's up to you. Goodnight Baron."