The Young BucksOne Shots & Drabbles

Can you shut up for five minutes, please?? - MATT

You sat on the queen size bed in your hotel room looking down at the papers in your hand. It was something you had dreamed about since your first match. A WWE Developmental Contract with NXT. With it came the realization of the promise you had made to yourself the day you decided to make wrestling your career. That one day you would step foot in a WWE ring.

But you knew that Matt was not going to be as excited about the contract as you were. You knew his opinion of WWE. But you couldn't stay in Ring of Honor much longer. You were pressed against a glass ceiling. And unless you wanted to keep being the eye candy of Bullet Club, you had to get out.

"What's that?" Matt asked as he walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Nothing." You said as you turned to tuck the papers into your bag.

"It's something. What is it?" He asked.

"You won't want to know." You said.

"Just tell me. You can talk to me about anything." He said.

"Paul called me a couple weeks ago." You said.

"Paul?" He asked although his face told you he already knew which Paul you were talking about.

"Paul Levesque. We talked for a couple hours. He sent me a contract." You said.

"Without a tryout?" He asked.

"Yeah. Said he's seen my work. He was impressed. They want me to sign with NXT with a guaranteed storyline for the title on a Takeover within the first six months."

"Wow." He said as he took in the information. "You're not going are you?"

You looked up at him. His words didn't surprise you. You expected them. But it didn't make hearing them any easier.

"I don't know..." you said.

"Y/n. Be serious. You get one good storyline that they promise you. Then what? There's guys in that locker room that have been there for years. You're going to be a jobber." He said.

"Matt, you don't know that." You said.

"I do know that! I was there! I was a jobber! And I got out of there!" He said as he put his hands on your hips. You could tell he was getting agitated with you.

"Maybe I'm not you!" You said as you looked up at him.

"Babe, please. Don't sign that. You have it made with us. You're the first chick ever in Bullet Club. That company can't give you what you have." He said.

"But what if they can? What if I get a championship? What if I make it to Raw and SmackDown? What if I get a Mania moment?" You asked.

"Y/n you can't." He said.

"But what if I can?" You asked.

"You can't. You don't fit their mold." He said. "Take those papers and throw them away."

"But Matt-"

"I'm not letting you go." He said.

"Babe-"

"No! You're not going there." He said.

"But-"

"No. You're not going!"

"Can you shut up for five minutes, please???" You said as you started to get overwhelmed. You never expected him to react like this. You knew he would be upset. But you didn't know he'd be angry.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry." He said. "I don't want to upset you. But I don't want to see them take advantage of you." He said.

"Matt this is my dream. I know WWE isn't your thing, but it's always been where I wanted to end up. If I don't take this now. I might not get another chance."