The Young BucksOne Shots & Drabbles

What do you mean you don't read my texts - MATT

"You get my text?" You asked Matt as you stood behind the curtain just before your match at the ROH taping.

"Yeah," Matt nodded as he bounced back and forth on his heels.

You nodded and took a deep breath just as you heard your music hit.

It was about twenty minutes into the match and you saw the opening for the spot you had been planning for weeks. You got into position and waited for Matt to do his part...but it didn't happen. He looked at you as if asking what you were doing. The momentary miscommunication gave our opponents the opportunity to deliver a finisher to Matt and cover him for the win.

You jumped down off the apron and made your way up the ramp without turning to look back at Matt who was laying in the middle of the ring.

You stormed through the curtain and hurried down the hallway towards your locker room.

"Hey!" You heard Matt call out from behind you.

You weren't in the mood to talk to him. You had texted him about the spot and he seemed to be on board with it and then he completely missed the spot and ended up losing the match.

"Hey," he said again as he caught up to you. You felt him wrap his hand around your wrist and spin you around to face him.

"What was that out there?" He asked.

"What was that? I could ask you the same thing! I texted you about that spot! You told me you got it!" You said as you put your hands on your hips.

"Yeah I got your text but I didn't read it. That thing was like a book." He said.

"What?" You nearly yelled at him.

"I don't read your texts if they're over like four lines." He said.

"What do you mean you don't read my texts if they're over four lines?"

"Look, if you want to do a spot just talk to me, okay? Don't text me. Just talk to me in person about it." He said.

"Are you serious? We just lost the match because you couldn't be bothered to read one text?" You yelled.

"Y/n, calm down-"

"Don't tell me to calm down!"

"Relax, okay? It's not like we lost the title. So what if we lost one match. It's not a big deal."

"For you! You get title shots whether you win or lose because of who you are. I need every win I can get!" You said. "I'm not a Young Buck. I'm not in the Bullet Club. I needed this win and I didn't get it because of you!" You yelled as you drove your finger into his chest.

"Y/n-"

"Don't." You said holding your hand up to keep him from saying anything else. "Just leave me alone for a minute."