wrestling imagines-

[ tyler bate ]

I really don't like this imagine but I thought I'd post it anyway, it's really not something I'm proud of though and it's very rushed.

It  was difficult to process; after all the hours you put in wrestling on  the indies, you finally signed a contract with WWE. Despite it being  your dream for many years to be a part of the company, you couldn't but  help debate whether it was the right decision for you.

The  performance centre wasn't that different to what you initially expected,  but it still felt surreal. Whilst you followed the representative  around the building, familiar faces passed you by, and many new talents. 

"This is the end of the tour," the person informed politely, "I assume you're able to make your way around on your own now?"

You  nodded. Too caught up with your surroundings during the entire time to  pay attention to them. As the representative left, you took a moment to  let everything sink in, before walking towards where you thought the  locker room was located.

Although the performance centre  wasn't gigantic, somehow you still found yourself lost. Surveying the  corridor till you saw a wrestler wandering in your path, a wrestler you  recognised as Tyler Bate.

"Are you okay?" He furrowed his brows at you, a smile appearing on your face when you noticed him approaching.

Laughing at yourself, "I'm lost and about to be late," you admitted, cheeks becoming warm.

"Where are you meant to be? I'm sure I could help direct you." He scratched the back of his neck, waiting for a response.

"Well, I was hoping to put a few things in the locker room, and then I have a meeting."

"Follow my lead," Tyler shyly smiled, walking in the locker's direction.

"Here  we are." Tyler's smirk dropped slightly as he stopped in front of the  office door. Even though he hadn't known you particularly long, he  enjoyed the time he devoted to helping you navigate the building.

Taking  a deep breath, your hand hovered above the door handle; you had a  moment to settle your nerves. "Y/n," Tyler uttered, stopping you from  twisting the handle, "Good luck."

Searching his eyes for a moment, "I have a feeling, I'm right where I belong," you grinned, opening the door.