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All Time Jobber - Chris Masters (18+)

Commission: Commissioner didn't want to get mentioned, I hope they enjoy!

Summary: After Chris Masters get released by WWE in 2011 they see how well he's doing and want him back in 2023, but for Jobber work.

Warnings: Cussing, mention of blood, Chris Masters getting beat up.

Word Count: 6,191

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Chris stared at himself in the mirror, his large chest covered in a tank top crop top and his jogger sweats hung low, showing off his v-line. A lot has changed since he got released from the WWE back in 2011. People’s social skills were at a bare minimum nowadays and everything was online and he means everything.

Ordering food online, dating online, porn and a lot more. As Chris grew older he had more time to himself. Since he hasn’t been traveling for the big wrestling industry anymore that meant he had more free time than he knew what to do with. Sure, the first few years being unemployed by the world's largest wrestling company he moped around his flat. He didn’t want to see, listen or even talk about wrestling. He gave that company 6 years of his life away to get his body hurt nearly every night so they could earn money.

Fast forward to a handful of years later, making it 2015. Chris was finally back on track with his life. Every morning he meditated in his living room, then had a healthy breakfast and went to the gym for about four hours a day, six if it was lifting. He was happy. His days were free of whatever he wanted to do and that meant he could finally be with his family and even start one.

Chris started his morning like each and every other morning. He walked around in his flat burning incense sticks to get the perfect aroma in the air. Turning on his flat screen television, he turned on his favorite meditation music. Calming sounds came through the speakers. Taking one last sip of his coffee, he placed it upon the coffee table and sat down crisscrossed in the middle of his living room. The soft carpet brushing against his legs as he straightened his back and inhaled the lavender incense with a touch of vanilla.

Focusing on his breathing, inhale and exhale he let his mind drift to a peaceful place, forgetting all the stressful things he needed to do later on in the day he was in the moment of his peaceful state.

Ping!

A notification went off on his phone. Chris’ eyes were closed as he ignored the sound, still in the moment.

Ping!

Another notification went off, he knew which sound it was too, it was his email alerts. Chris cleared his throat, turning his head side to side trying to pop his neck and relax he exhaled a breath. Inhaling the incense he hummed lowly, slowly going back to his calming state.

Ping, ping, ping!

Chris gritted his teeth tight, his eyes opening as his phone was vibrating and blowing up with email notifications. “What the fuck.” He hissed as he reached towards the coffee table and snagged his touch screen phone off the surface. His eyes scanned over the multiple notifications. His eyebrows scrunched together as they were wrestling promotions reaching out to him, indy wrestling promotions.

Unlocking his phone, Chris clicked his emails and scrolled through all of them. Multiple wrestling promotions in the area were messaging him to come and host their show and even do meet and greets. All of the messages he received were asking him to reach back to the owners to discuss a price. Chris scuffed with an eye roll and tossed his phone to the side. “Wrestling.” He shook his head and went back into the criss cross position trying to focus on his meditating.

As the day was coming to an end Chris was going crazy. His phone was making sound all throughout the hours. He wanted to turn off the phone and throw it off the balcony of his flat. He wished he had superhuman strength so he could just crush it in the palm of his hand. “Oh my fucking god, what?” Chris barked out as he heard the ringtone of his phone going off.

Looking at the caller ID he let out a sigh. It was a photo of him and Carlito back when they used to travel for the WWE, the simpler times. Swiping his finger across the screen he clicked the speaker button. “Hey, what's up?” Chris asked as he opened his fridge door to see what he was going to cook for dinner.

“Have you not been getting the emails?” Carlito asked.

Chris furrowed his eyebrow and stopped looking through his fridge and straightened up, looking over at his phone. “Is this a prank? You’re the one that’s been giving out my information. Dude, what the fuck? Random people have been hitting up my phone, non-stop and it’s pissing me off.” Chris raised his voice, he could feel his blood boil from anger. How could Carlito give out his personal information like that?

“Not random people, Chris! Promotors! Wrestling Promotions! Look, I know it’s not the same as WWE but it’s easier! I just did three weekends in a row at indy promotions and they pay well. Come man, I know you might need some extra cash, especially the price of that flat you’re renting out.” Carlito started trying to make a point.

Chris side eyed his open fridge door. Inside of it was nothing but an egg carton that was almost empty, a gallon of milk, butter and protein shakes that he liked to drink before the gym. Other than that Chris didn’t even have real food. A box of mac and cheese or a can of raviolis in the pantry and that was it.

“It’s only weekends?” Chris asked.

“Just the weekends and some places even pay for your flight if it’s cross country.”

Shutting the fridge door Chris nodded to himself in agreement. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

That evening Chris read all the emails he received and reached out to each and every promoter that contacted him that day. The following weekend he was doing a seminar with the indy wrestlers that were going to be putting matches together that night. Chris realized if he did seminars at promotions and even wrestled a match here and there he could double the pay and walk away with more money.

Chris didn’t think there was going to be a positive outcome of going back to the indy’s but doing so he has met so many talented young wrestlers he was proud to give some pointers to. Fast forward to a few hundred thousand miles on his car and hundreds of small wrestling promotions later the year is now 2023 and Chris was doing better than he was while he was in the big leagues.

Throughout the years of being back on the indys and making appearances across the united states in small promotions he was happy to be doing what he loved again and on a smaller schedule. Leaving Friday nights heading to whatever city needed him, he arrived early Saturday morning, did a seminar a few hours before the show, wrestled, got his grease and headed home. To where Sundays through Thursdays were his time.

Chris hummed to himself as he grabbed the blender full of mixed fruits and protein powder, he poured the smoothie into his favorite cup, watching the delicious drink drip into the cup. Once the blender was empty and his cup was full, Chris tossed the blender into the sink, filling it up with warm water to let it soak before he cleaned it.

Humming his happy tune, Chris made his way to his living room and plopped down on his sofa exhaling a loud satisfied sigh. Bringing the straw to his lips about to drink his blended smoothie his phone went off. Ignoring it, Chris was about to wrap his lips around the straw once more but his phone kept vibrating. “Jesus, fuck.” Chris mumbled as he placed his cup on the table and reached for his phone in his pocket.

“Who the?” Chris confusingly looked at the unknown caller ID on his screen. The phone vibrated violently in his hand as it kept ringing. Sliding the green button, he brought the phone up to his ear. “Hello?”

“Hello, Mr. Masters this is Danielle with the creative team for WWE.” The woman named Danielle spoke over the phone.

Chris’ eyebrows furrowed as he heard her mention she worked for the WWE. “Yeah, what do you want?” He didn’t mean for the question to sound so harsh but the last time he spoke to anyone in that company he was being released.

“Well, Mr. Masters I’m calling you today because we were wondering if you’d be interested in being in the Royal Rumble as a surprise entrance. You and a few other people will be coming in.” Danielle explained.

“The Royal Rumble?” Chris asked, his eyes looking towards the calendar hanging up on the wall along with some pictures of him and his friends. “Well, that’s just in two weeks.”

“Yes, I know that and I do apologize for reaching out to you in such a last minute manner. I can just call the next person on my list-”

“Wait.” Chris interpreted her. His eyes looking at the calendar, he had a indy show the night before but he could cancel that to make the flight to whatever town the Rumble was going to be at. He didn’t want to disappoint the fans that already bought tickets for the small wrestling promotion he was going to appear at before the Rumble but, Chris was feeling like a big fish in a small pond, plus the WWE would pay him better than any small wrestling promotion that drew in only a hundred fans, if that.

Whereas WWE brought in hundreds of thousands of fans and it was a pay per view which meant there would be even more, meaning more money in Chris’ pockets. “Where do you need me?”

Chris got cussed out by the promoter that he was supposed to wrestle for the night he was flying out to be in the Royal Rumble. No matter how many times Chris apologized to him it seemed like the promoter was getting madder and madder. Chris ended the call trying to explain to the man that he was going to be late for his flight. Even though he landed hours ago and was at his hotel.

He walked into the lobby, looking around the area as he noticed his old friends from way back when and some new wrestlers he’s never seen before. Some of the newer talent made him cringe, this is what they replaced him with? Shaking his head, Chris went towards the elevator and up to his room to unpack and rewind before the big day tomorrow.

Chris was up bright and early the following day. His heart was pounding against his chest right when he woke up, feeling nervous about tonight. First thing he did was get dressed in some gym clothes, grabbing his charged headphones Chris headed out of his room and went to the nearest gym.

Arriving at the slightly busy gym he noticed a few wrestlers that he’s noticed on television. Keeping to himself he went to the dumbbells and started to lift. Watching himself in the mirror he started to notice the wrestlers having fans approach them during their workout set. Chris watched as one wrestler named Matt Riddle took a few pictures with a group of young adults where another wrestler, Austin Theory was signing autographs and taking pictures before telling them no more.

Chris kept curling the weight in his hand, getting excited to have fans swarm around him again, he missed the attention from females begging to take their numbers and men asking about workouts so they could look like him. Back then he would push them away, tell them no, that he was busy doing something but he didn’t mean to take things for granted, he felt like he was on top of the world.

Chris frowned, realizing that the fans departed and went back to doing whatever they were doing. Chris looked at the mirror, noticing that even the wrestlers went back to working out. Did they really not know who he was? Did they not want autographs or photos? Did these younger fans not know who Chris Masters was?

Placing the large dumbbells back with a large thud, everyone in the gym looked over at Chris with arched eyebrows and concerned looks on their faces. Chris grabbed his gym bag and stormed towards the exit, ignoring the greeter at the door telling him to ‘Come back soon’.

Lunch time came around and Chris was sitting at a table in a small cafe. He looked at the menu he was given while he requested a table outside, maybe fans will notice him more while he’s downtown. He smiled at the waitress who came and took his order. Chris handed her the menu back and waited patiently for his food to arrive along with the fans.

He watched as people walked past wearing wrestling shirts, hats and small kids holding wrestling action figures and toys to keep them entertained and so their parents wouldn’t have to deal with them. Chris huffed as he leaned back into his chair, confused as to why no one was approaching him for an autograph or a selfie. Chris shook his head, straightening up in his chair. Hopefully after tonight more people will notice him out in public.

Chris has put on some muscle since he’s left the WWE, people must not recognize him and he has a beard now too plus he’s not in his late 20’s/early 30’s, he’s grown into his body. Yeah. He nodded his head thinking to himself. That's totally what it was, no one recognizes him.

After his lunch Chris went back to the hotel, took a shower and got dressed for the big night. He sighed heavily as he zipped up his suitcase full of his wrestling attire. He thought since his indy debut he’d get more attention but then again it’s where everyone starts before the big leagues. Chris was indeed the big fish stuck in a small pond. Now, he was a small fish in a very large river.

Arriving at the arena he walked down the hallway towards the locker room. Wrestlers were talking about going over their matches, making sure their gear was nice and clean along with their hair and looks. Everything had to be perfect, especially if it was a pay per view.

Chris placed his items in a corner, he wanted to mostly keep to himself. Opening up his suitcase, he pulled out his wrestling trunks and started to undress and get ready.

Time seemed to fly by as it was already the Rumble, Chris finished tying up his boots and he exhaled a breath, stretching his neck. He was next to a lot of people by the gorilla waiting to go out. “What number am I?” Chris asked one of the workers.

The man looked through his clipboard, stopping on Chris’ name. “You’re third.”

“Third?” Chris asked with a frown. He knew he wasn’t winning the Rumble but third seemed to be pretty early for his liking. Chris shook his head and nodded. “Third, right, yeah no problem.” He shrugged it off.

Music played loudly through the speakers, it was Chris’ old theme song, he smiled widely. “You’re up Chris!” One of the camera crew yelled.

Chris smiled big and proud as he stepped through the curtains and made his way down the ramp. He didn’t even process the crowd cheering as he heard his heart thumping in his ears. Sliding into the ring he saw two of the wrestlers that were first staring at him. Kevin Owens and someone named Sami Zayn. Chris arched his eyebrow as he noticed the two look at each other and nod. Fuck they have an alliance.

Chris was broken down to his knees as the two wrestlers jumped him, throwing forearms across his back making him howl in pain. “Get him up!” Kevin yelled at Sami.

Chris hissed lowly as Sami gripped him by the locks, pulling him up to his feet and had him against the ropes. Chris opened his eyes, shaking his head about to fight only to see Sami and Kevin give him a super kick, their feet colliding his jaw forcing him to fall back and out of the ring.

Chris stood there, outside of the ring staring up at the two wrestlers who high fived each other, laughing and pointing at Chris. Chris’ hand held onto his jaw, glaring at the two wrestlers. He wanted to rush back in there and beat their asses for embarrassing him like this. “Gotta go backstage, Chris. You’re out.” One of the refs said to him.

Huffing out a breath with an eye roll, Chris made his way back up the ramp, angry at himself for being eliminated so soon. As he entered backstage, he knocked into people lined up to make their entrance to the rumble. “Hey!” Someone exclaimed as Chris’ shoulder roughly collided with theirs. He was in no mood to fight or even just give a simple apology.

Kicking open the door to the locker room he was the only one in there, stomping towards his suitcase he placed his hand against the white cement wall. Gritting his teeth harshly he squeezed his eyes shut and collided his fist against the wall repeatedly until his knuckles were almost bleeding. “Fucking stupid, stupid stupid-”

“Chris?”

A voice called out in the empty locker room making him stop his movements. Clearing his throat, Chris straightened up, looking over at the backstage worker with a headset on. Chris glared at the young girl wondering what the hell she wanted. “The creative team was wondering if they could see you?”

“Creative team?” Chris asked, blinking, what the hell would they want him for? His mind started to race, maybe they wanted him back? “Where are they?”

Chris followed the girl down the hallway, turning left, left then right and appearing in front of a door that had a sign saying ‘Creative Team’. “Just enter whenever you’re ready.” The small girl said as she left Chris alone. Chris exhaled a breath, staring at the sign he raised his fist, knocking against the metal door.

“Come in.”

Chris pushed open the door seeing a group of people chattering amongst themselves and bulletin boards with pins stuck in them along with pictures of wrestlers and notes taken throughout the night. Chris’ eyes scanned the room and saw that they were watching the Rumble live. He snarled at the sight of Kevin Owens and Sami Zayn still in the event. Those two little fucking punks.

“Chris! Lovely to see you! How’s life?”

Chris snapped out of his aggressive thoughts and smiled at the male speaking to him. “Life’s been good, better that I’m here.”

“That’s what I like to hear! Name’s Mark.” Mark extended his hand for Chris to shake. Taking his hand Chris shook it, making sure to be firm. “Look, Chris, we love what we saw tonight.”

“You did?” Chris made a face. “I was only out there for two seconds.” Chris frowned, trying not to think about the failure attempt he did to be in the Rumble.

“Doesn’t matter how long you lasted, we love the fact how confident you looked, large, prideful and not afraid of anything.”

Chris couldn’t help but to blush, his hand scratching the back of his head, flattered by the kind words. “Well, I’m thankful you think that way of me.”

“Do you not think that way of yourself, Chris?” Mark asked. “Because we need a man for a job who thinks that of themselves.” Mark said slightly, trying to guilt trip Chris into whatever they had planned for him.

“A- And I do think of myself that way!” Chris defended himself, his hands placed upon his chest.

“Excellent.” Mark gave Chris a large smile. Mark went to the table and grabbed a large stack of papers piled upon one another. “If you’re looking for more work from the WWE just sign this, initial here.” Mark flipped a few pages. “Date here.” He pointed. “Oh wait.” Mark reached into his pocket and handed it to Chris. “Should give you a pen.”

Chris was so blinded by being welcome back to the WWE that he immediately signed where Mark told him to. He signature on the dotted line, initial his name on a small solid line and gave the date to finish the final touches. “Lovely.” Mark closed the large pile of papers and handed it off to someone that was walking by. “Chris Masters, welcome back to the WWE.” Mark shook Chris’ hand once again.

Chris had the biggest smile on his face finally hearing those words again. “Y- Yes, yes thank you! I’m finally home.”

Chris was surprised that talent relations called him immediately. He answered the phone when he walked through his front door after getting home from the Royal Rumble trip. “Hey Chris, we need you for this coming Smackdown in Detroit.” Chris was thrilled to hear the news that the company needed him this soon.

As the days rolled by Friday came quickly and here Chris was, waiting in the middle of the ring for his opponent. He did think it was slightly weird that he didn’t know who he was facing but they kept telling him it was a big surprise and that they wanted to shock the fans, no spoilers not even for him.

“I’m the Boogey-Man and I’m coming to getcha!” Rang out throughout the speakers. Chris’ eyes widened to see the wrestling legend, The Boogey-Man. Seeing the older wrestler walk down the ramp and scaring children Chris swallowed thickly seeing all the worms he held in his hand. The sight of the creepy crawlers was making Chris sick to his stomach.

Chris stayed near the corner watching Boogey-Man make his way into the ring. Chris’ heart thumped against his chest as he realized people are going to want to see Boogey-Man win and stuffing worms in his mouth. Chris inhaled hearing the bell ring he didn’t even collect his thoughts as he saw Boogey-Man rushing towards him. Chris panicked, his mind racing as he collapsed to the rough punch, dazed he heard the one, two three, count of the bell. Done. Over.

Chris blinked, trying to collect himself he gagged feeling squirmy worms being forced down his throat. Gagging, Chris nearly puked in the ring at the taste of dirt and the slimy texture of the soft bugs in his mouth. Boogey-Man deeply laughed as he stood up. The crowd cheered at the legend that was chomping down on the worms freely.

Once backstage, Chris shoved anyone who was in his way as he rushed towards the restroom. Pushing open the door he hunched over the toilet and puked whatever was left in his stomach. The after taste of worms made him clench his eyes and coughed up whatever he could. “Nice work out there.” Chris turned his head, feeling rage boil throughout his body he stood up and stormed towards Mark that was against the door frame.

“What the fuck was that? I didn’t sign up for this!” Chris barked.

“Look, look. I know, we weren’t expecting Boogey-Man to bring the worms.”

“It’s the fucking Boogey-Man!” Chris barked, he grew up watching Boogey-Man do that to other wrestlers but never thought he’d be the one taking the worms.

“Listen, come back next Smackdown and we’ll hook you up with someone nice, okay?” Mark patted Chris’ bare shoulder. “I promise.”

Chris slowly nodded in agreement. “Okay, someone nicer.”

Was Chris happy that he was placing matches on Smackdown? No. Smackdown was the second, if not third rated show in the WWE. Everyone turned into Raw every Monday, especially if there wasn’t football on, NXT was Tuesdays which no one ever goes out on a Tuesday so they decide to stay home and watch wrestling. Whereas Smackdowns were on Friday nights and everyone was out and about before the weekend came, making Smackdown not even meeting the ratings Raw and NXT were doing.

Different Week, same show, different city but same ring. The same damn ring Boogey-Man forced him to eat worms. Chris shook his head, getting that thought out as he stood in the middle of the ring, waiting for the person he was wrestling to come out. Chris had a really good feeling about this next wrestler. Someone he could actually wrestle and not look stupid while doing it.

Chris was slightly confused as the theme hit, he wasn’t familiar with the song or the graphics flashing across the titantron. He watched as a large man with dark shaggy hair and tattoos littering across his body walked down the ramp and towards the ring. Chris swallowed thickly as he was slightly intimidated by the man’s size.

Chris cleared his throat as he stared at the man, posing confidently towards the crowd as they cheered for him. The crowd knew who he was but Chris had no damn idea who this kid was. “You’re an example! Don’t mess with Karrion Kross!”

Chris scoffed at his overconfidence as Karrion shouted at him. This kid. Chris shook his head and laughed as the bell rang. About to lock up with Karrion, Chris groaned loudly as Karrion came at him like a freight train, clotheslining him harshly. Chris did a backflip, landing on his face against the grainy mat. Chris groaned as Karrion grabbed him by his hair, pulling him up onto his face, Karrion threw Chris’ arm over, picking him up and body slamming him again. Chris’ back collided against the rough surface making him cry out loud, his hand supporting his lower back.

“Again!” Karrion yelled, grabbing Chris by his hair, forcing him up onto his feet once more. Karrion picked him up and slammed him down once more. “Again!” Karrion shouted, picking Chris up effortlessly and slamming him down. Karrion did this two more times and the crowd was loving the harshness Karrion was showing. Chris was nearly on the verge of tears as his back ached from the brutal force of the ring against his back.

Once it seemed that Karrion had his fun he stomped his black boot against Chris’ chest. The ref came down onto the mat and slammed his hand three times. “Ring the bell!” The ref shouted.

“Here’s your winner by pin fall; Karrion Kross!” The announcer’s voice echoed throughout the arena. Chris’ back throbbed in pain as he slowly slid out of the ring so Karrion could have his victory spot light.

Chris sighed lowly to himself, thinking it was over until he saw Kross’ boots in front of him. Chris hissed in pain as Karrion snagged him up by his hair and forced him against the blue ropes. He pushed the top rope over his neck and the middle rope pressed against his lower back, trapping him.

“Let this be a warning to you all.” Karrion stared into the camera, soon his attention went to Chris as he started to welt chops, forearms and punches to his chest. Chris howled in pain, trying to kick Karrion away. Chris’ body went limp after so many punches against him that he slipped out of the ropes, collapsing on the mat in front of a laughing Karrion Kross.

Another Friday, another match. Chris came through the arena, tired, sore and not in any mood to speak with people. Walking down the hallway Chris passed the list of matches that were going to happen tonight. Looking down the list he saw that he was the third match going against; “Dexter Lumis?” Chris said out loud, he’s never heard of a wrestler named this nor did he know what he looked like. Wrestling has changed a bit since he’s left, he’s seen some weird shit on the indy’s but he didn’t expect to see it here.

“Randyyyy” Chris looked to see a young wrestler with blonde hair scooting by on a push scooter. “Randyyy” He called out looking for Orton. Chris shook his head and kept on walking towards the locker room.

This was the longest match Chris had survived since coming back to the WWE, it was already three minutes in and he was in a choke hold. His vision blurred as oxygen was being cut off from the tight grip around his throat. Chris sputtered and tried to slap away Dexter, anything to get him off.

The energy slowly left Chris’ body as he coughed and gasped for air. “That’s it! That’s it! Ring the bell!” The ref yelled as Chris became unresponsive.

Dexter unclasped his arms around Chris’ neck and tossed him down to the mat. Posing above him as fans took photos of the young wrestler. Dexter gave the camera a sinister smile as he pulled an item out from his pocket, a flat head screwdriver. Dexter went down on his knees, hovering over Chris as he stabbed him repeatedly on his forehead.

Chris tried to cover his face with his hand, anything to get Dexter to stop jabbing him with the tool. Dexter was soon pulled off by refs and large wrestlers. EMT’s rushed to Chris as his forehead was split open and dripping blood onto the mat.

Chris’ vision was still hazy as he blinked lazily, looking around. Bright lights stunned him, the deafening noise of the crowd rang in his ears. “Chris, Chris? Are you good? Can you hear me?” The woman asked as she examined him with gloves.

Dexter got free from the refs grasp as he rushed over to Chris’ side, forcing Chris to lay his head upon Dexter’s lap. Dexter’s hand cradled and rubbed Chris’ bleeding face. “So sweet, so sweet.” Dexter murmured, blood getting over his hand as he brushed Chris’ hair.

Chris gave the camera lens a cold hard stare, he wanted all the viewers at home to know he was pissed off. Pissed off at them, the workers and the stupid ass wrestlers that walked all over him. “Six stitches.” He finally announced on the mic. “Six stitches is what that asshole, Dexter Lumis, gave me after attacking me with a screwdriver!” Chris’ voice boomed throughout the arena. “I gave this company my heart and soul back in the early thousands and that’s what I intend to do now!”

Chris was shocked to hear the crowd cheer for him, they were behind him on this. Chris nodded, appreciating their support as he spoke. “And I demanded respect back then and I demand it now!” Chris swallowed as the crowd was now only slightly behind him. Okay, those probably weren’t the right words but that’s how he felt, damn it!

“I demand respect!” Chris barked. “I’m a vet damn it! I’ve been around longer than those babies backstage!” Chris pointed towards the ramp, speaking about the younger talent that was back there. “I demand a title shot just like I should have gotten back in 2007!” Chris snarled. “So, come on champ! Come down here and face me for that gold that’s wrapped around your waist!”

Chris tossed the blue logo mic towards the corner, his chest heaving as he took deep breaths, his heart pounding roughly against his ribcage. Now he wasn’t too sure if he was sweating due to the lights high in the ceiling or if it was due to nervousness.

Chris sucked in air through his teeth as he saw the Firefly FunHouse theme play on the titantron. “Oh Chris!” Bray Wyatt laughed. “I have a very special surprise for youuu!” Bray sang, pointing at him. “Well of course I might be champ but I do share it with someone,” He giggled. “And I think he’s going to have fun with you.” Bray brought up his black leather gloves, peeking through his fingers as he growled out the words “Let him in!”

The arena went black, Chris looked around the ring, trying to see anything near him but it was way too black, he couldn’t even see his own hand in front of him. Chris cringed at the loud screeching sound coming from the speakers of the arena. Fog crept over the floor of the ramp as a large figure came out holding a head lamp and the championship over his shoulder.

“Oh fuck.” Chris whispered to himself.

“This match is a Horror’s Match! Whoever says ‘I quit’ to whatever spooks them the most loses!” The announcer said.

“What!” Chris yelled at him. “No, no, no! I just want a regular match! A regular title shot!” Chris shouted as he was trying to stop this whole thing. Looking at the other side of the ring, he flinched to see The Fiend standing there, staring at him with his orange, red eyes. Chris jumped, tripping over his own two feet. Falling on his ass, Chris quickly scooted to the corner, far away from The Fiend. A red light loomed above the ring and the crowd sat in the dark, in silence. “What the fuck is this?” Chris was now panicking, this wasn’t a wrestling match he’s ever been in.

The bell rang throughout the arena. “No, no, wait!” Chris shouted as Fiend stormed towards him. Chris slid out of the ring shaking his head ‘no’. Storming up the ramp, Chris stopped in his tracks seeing Karrion Kross and Dexter Lumis, standing there with their arms crossed. Chris slowly turned around, facing the ring only to become face to face with The Fiend.

Chris gasped loudly as The Fiend grabbed his throat, squeezing tightly as he picked him up and choked and slammed him on the hard metal of the ramp. Chris coughed and wheezed as the air from his lungs was forced out of his body from that slam. The Fiend grabbed Chris by his hair and forced him to stand up, stumbling towards the ring The Fiend threw Chris into it.

Chris moaned out in pain as he tried to sit up, his eyes darted towards The Fiend seeing him pull weapons out from underneath the ring. Chris’ eyes widened to see an ax being pulled out. The Fiend slid into the ring with the large ax in his hand, Chris scooted towards the corner, legs spread to The Fiend wouldn’t hit him. Chris was shaking in his boots as he watched The Fiend raise the dangerous sharp item up in the air. “I QUIT! I QUIT!” Chris yelled out for the ref to stop the match.

Chris watched as The Fiend brought the ax down in between his legs. Chris squeezed his eyes shut tightly as he was prepared for the sharp metal to slice his body part. Chris slowly opened his eyes, the dark ruby red light looming above the ring turned back to its pearl white. The lights around the crowd turned on as everyone was standing up and cheering for whatever the hell this match was.

Chris was having trouble processing everything as his mind was racing along with his heart. He wasn’t too sure if he was going to pass out from anxiety or humiliation. Chris’ hand was soon in a warm puddle of what seemed to be water. Looking down and around him his face became heated as he realized he pissed himself. Quickly rolling out of the ring, he hoped everyone was too focused on The Fiend’s celebration that they wouldn’t notice his accident. Storming up the ramp he wished that the lights of the arena would go off and he’d disappear, forever.

Kicking down the door to the creative team he stared at the man in charge. “Mark.” Chris snarled.

“Chris! What an amazing performance! You fake pissing yourself was a great sell!” Mark clapped his hands.

“It wasn’t a fucking sell.” Chris said through his teeth, embarrassed and angry.

“Oh.” Mark raised an eyebrow in disgust as he looked at Chris’ piss soaked trunks. “Well, it was a nice touch.”

“I’m done, I want out.” Chris said. “I’m not doing this shit anymore. I’m fucking quitting.” Chris informed, he was about to leave until he heard Mark starting to laugh. “What the fuck is so funny?” Chris snarled.

“Oh, oh Chris.” Mark was trying to contain his laughter. “You think you can just quit.” Mark was trying to not laugh harder. “You’re mine, ours, the WWE’s.”

“What do you mean?” Chris scrunched his eyebrows in anger, he wasn’t getting what Mark was saying.

“What you signed was a five year contract. You're ours buddy and if you try to leave or quit we’ll take you to court and sue you for everything you have. You’re our little jobber puppet.”

Chris started to remember the papers he signed, his contract. He was WWE’s property, he was fucked. “Now, do us all a favor and clean your piss covered self up and we’ll see you next Friday. You’ll be facing Riddle and make sure to make him look good.” Mark winked, pushing Chris out of the creator room and slamming the door shut.