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A little Max content 😌

Summary: The reader and Renee hang out. And Renee discovers the reader's crush on Max.

It's a hot summer night and Rampage is running one of its rare Live shows on a Friday night. While the show is running you're sat backstage with Renee waiting for your turn out in the ring.

"I'm serious, Renee. You have got to let me borrow that top. It's super cute." You chat with Renee.

"Anytime, Y/N." Renee giggles. "How have you been? We haven't talked in a while." She asks you.

You shrug, a casual smile plastered on your face. "Ah, I've been alright, Renee. Just trying to take it easy and focus on work."

"Really? All work and no play, huh?" Renee replies. "That doesn't sound like any fun. You're young! You should be out there having fun and making memories when you're not working. It's Friday night, what are you doing after the show?" She asks you.

"I was just going to go back to the hotel." You shrug. "With Kris still out on injury and Ana still pissed off at me for the whole JAS thing, I'm all out of girlfriends to hang out with." You inform Renee.

Renee nods, remembering that you told her about your huge fight with Ana Jay a few months ago. "Well, what about the guys?" Renee presses you. "Surely there's got to be someone around here your age that you could go out with?"

You shrug again and Renee frowns. You'd been out on a few dates with Angelo Parker before. But again, the whole Ana situation has kept you away from him. Renee forces you to wrack your brain for at least one viable name to hang out and have some fun with tonight. But you fail to come up with anyone.

However, when all hope seems lost and Renee is about to give up. MJF happens around the corner.

"Well, what do we have here?" Max rolls up to you and Renee with a smug smile on his face. "Y/N, don't tell me that they stuck a pretty thing like you with a loser like Moxxley's wife." He eyes you up, completely disregarding Renee.

"Maxwell." You eye the champion up with a hand on your hip. "What brings you out of your locker room? Run out of sparkling water in there or something?" You snark at him.

Max chuckles and licks his lips, obviously eyeing you up right back. "So snarky tonight, Y/N." He comments. "If only you could transfer all that fire to the ring. Remind me, how many matches in a row have you lost these past few weeks?"

"Oh, that's big talk coming from the guy that runs his mouth for a living." You quip right back with a smile on your face. "Remind me, when was the last time you were even in a wrestling ring, Max?"

Friedman falls silent and a staring contest ensues. Neither of you is willing to be the one to break first. Renee has to be the one to break it up by stepping between the two of you.

"As much as I hate to break this up." Renee turns to face you, blocking your view of Max. "You're on in five minutes, Y/N." She reminds you.

"Right, thanks, Renee." You nod and turn sharply away from Max with her at your side.

As you walk away you hear Max chuckle in amusement. "Good luck out there, sweetheart!" He calls after you.

"Dickhead." You mumble to yourself as you walk off with an amused smile on your face.

"Oh my gosh!" Renee grabs your arm excitedly. "You have a thing for him!" She boldly claims.

You pull your arm away from the blonde with a sneer. "What? I do not!" You protest.

"Oh, you most definitely do!" Renee teases you.

You roll your eyes and leave Renee at the tunnel entrance since it's time for your match against Toni Storm.

You fight hard in your match and actually end up winning this time. After a short celebration with some fans at ringside, you head backstage and find Renee waiting for you.

"Don't start." You warn Renee when she walks over to you. "I so do not have a thing for MJF." You fake a gag to emphasize your point.

"You are such a liar." Renee laughs. "And speak of the devil, here he comes now." She nods to the other side of the room just as Max comes into view.

You roll your eyes and watch Max approach you with that same smug smile from earlier. "Back so soon?" You quip. "What? Did you come up with some more half-baked attempts at insulting me?"

"Nice work out there, sweetheart." Max compliments your work in the ring. "For an amateur." He adds.

"Of course." You scoff. "What do you want, Friedman?" You ask him.

"Okay, so you're not terrible in the ring," Max replies. "And, you're at least like top 5 hottest girls that work for this company." He adds. "So I was wondering if you wanted to grab a drink with me?"

You let out a small laugh. "Wow, you make it sound so worthwhile. Such a charmer, Max." You roll your eyes again. "What makes you think I'd even want to get drinks with some egotistical dick like you?" You ask him.

"Come on, Y/N," Max replies with a grin. "You can cut the act, sweetheart. I know that you're into me. So just say yes so we can go out and have some fun." He insists.

You go to tell Friedman and his huge ego off, your own ego getting in the way. But Renee cuts in and saves you from ruining a perfect Friday night out. "She'll meet you out in the parking lot in half an hour." She smiles at Max and is quick to usher you away.

"Renee!" You confront her once you are far enough away from Max.

"What?" Renee giggles once again. "Oh come on, Y/N. You like him!" She insists again. "Just go out and have a few drinks with the kid. Live a little. What harm can it do, anyway?"

You cross your arm in a pout. But even you have to admit that drinks do sound nice. Even if it is with Max. "Fine." You whine. "But if I end up having a bad time, I'm blaming you." You warn her.

"You won't," Renee replies. "Now come on! Let's go get you cleaned up before you're late." She urges you forward.

#aew #wrestling #aew dynamite #aew dark #all elite wrestling #aew elevation #aew fanfiction #aew imagine #aew wrestling #mjf #mjf imagine #maxwell jacob friedman #Better than you and you know it

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heelswrestling · 4 months

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MJF at the National Jewish Sports Hall Of Fame ⭐️

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sxiaven · 6 months

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songofthesuns · 3 months

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"mentally disabled this", "mentally challenged that" ok why dont you just be quiet and admit im cooler than you??

#audhd #neurodivergent #adhd #autism #autistim is COOL #better than you and you know it #autistic

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westofessos · 7 months

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Back to You

A/N: . . . I did a thing. I’ve never posted a fic on here before (if you like sub-par, half-finished, semi-abandoned fics, I’m west_of_westeros on wattpad), and this was written very quickly and very hastily edited so watch out for that. Also I think this is the first time I’ve written anything that wasn’t a character x an OC?? so they very well might be OOC.

Anyway, tell me what you think. Maybe I’ll post more, I don’t know.

Pairing: MJF/Adam Cole

Warnings: None? I mean it’s a bit sad but nothing serious.

Word Count: 1,877

Summary: Adam finally escapes from Roddy and the Kingdom, but is a bit too late. Bullet Club Gold has jumped Max in the ring, and after being ignored and alone for so long, Max believes that Adam no longer loves him.

FOR A FEW SECONDS, MAX THOUGHT HE WAS DYING. For a few seconds, as all four members of Bullet Club Gold kicked and punched and clawed at his defenceless body in the centre of the ring, he thought that this might be it. His whole body was on fire, pain shooting down every limb, down his back. His head ached from the piledriver Jay had given him, and the several following hard kicks from the Gunns.

He couldn’t hear anything. Not the crowd’s horrified shouts, not the sound of fists and boots and chairs hitting skin, not Bullet Club Gold screaming in his face about how he was worthless and useless and Jay is everything you’re not and it’s no wonder Adam left you. Not even his own strained, pathetic yelps of pain.

His eyes were screwed shut, and he felt like he was back in school again, lying helpless on the ground in the hallway as his bullies laid into him. Back when he would just lie down, close his eyes, and pray that it would be over soon. He did the same thing now, just closed his tear-filled eyes and prayed for it to end. He would hate himself for it later, when he remembered how he’d cowered from their blows even though he was outnumbered four to one. This was a moment he would never let himself forget, something he would kick himself over for years to come.

But that was later. Now, all he wanted was for it to end so he could make it to the self-loathing part.

And then it did. The kicking and punching and screaming stopped, and everything quieted. He felt gentle hands on his arms, and a soothing voice spoke to him, though he still couldn’t hear very well. “Max,” the voice said, its tone soothing. He jerked away from the soft touch on his bruising skin, terrified that it was all a trick to get him comfortable, make him feel safe, and then hurt him again. “Max, it’s me. It’s okay. I’m here, they’re not gonna hurt you anymore.”

He opened his teary eyes and was met with a pair of ice blue ones that were filled with concern. Adam, he thought absentmindedly, as the pain began to be too much, Adam came for me.

It was his last thought as he drifted away into unconsciousness.

THERE WAS A HAND CLUTCHING HIS. That was the first and only thought in his head as he finally came to, other than the way his brain seemed to be pounding against his skull. There was a hand clutching his so tight he thought he might lose the feeling in it soon.

When his eyes opened, they were met with walls so white they burned them, and he became suddenly aware of what he was wearing. A thin paper gown, and nothing else. The hospital, he realized. They must’ve really kicked the shit out of me.

“Max?” The same voice from before, and the owner of the hand cutting off his circulation. Adam.

Slowly, he began to remember. They were beating the shit out of me, I thought that was the end, they stopped, and then Adam was there. He knew that it had to have been Adam that stopped them, Adam that saved him. And for a moment, all he felt was a rush of love and relief.

But only for a moment, because other memories came back to him, too. Memories of Adam leaving him to get surgery, only to put it off for weeks to go help Roddy. Memories of Adam not answering his calls, leaving him alone and friendless, leaving him when he needed his help most, all for Roderick fucking Strong, who was clearly playing him.

But maybe Adam didn’t care that Roddy was playing him. Maybe he loved Roddy so much that he was willing to be tricked, to be strung along. Or maybe it was Adam who’d been playing Max. Pretending to be his friend, making him need him, making him love him, only to leave when Max needed him most. Maybe Adam had never loved him at all.

Suddenly, Max was angry. It was Wembley all over again only this time he was sure, sure that, at best, Adam had chosen Roddy over him, and at worst, he’d never cared about him at all. This time, he was sure there would be no reconciliation, no hug, no whispered ‘I love you’s, no shared car ride back to the hotel with their fingers intertwined. This time, it was real.

He tore his hand out of Adam’s grasp and swung his legs over the side of the bed. His clothes were draped over a chair in the corner, and he grabbed them before shoving his legs into his pants. Every bit of motion made the room spin, but he didn’t care. He just had to get out of that room. Away from Adam, away from the memories, away from the ache in his heart, away from all of it.

Adam, confused, rose from the chair he sat in at Max’s bedside and walked around the bed to where he sat. “Max, what’s wrong?”

He didn’t answer Adam’s question, didn’t even acknowledge that he was there. He ripped the hospital gown off of his body and slipped his arms into his shirt. He didn’t bother to do up the buttons before sliding on his shoes and pushing past Adam, making for the door.

“Max, you have a concussion, you can’t leave!” Adam called after him. “Max, come on!”

His fingers had only just brushed the handle on the door when Adam’s wrapped around his wrist, halting his movement. His jaw set, he turned to face the other man. “Let go.” His voice was low, cold, and his eyes didn’t dare meet Adam’s.

“Not until you tell me what’s going on.” The fact that he was pretending not to know made it so much worse.

“You left me.” He ripped his arm away from Adam and shoved him squarely in the chest. Adam’s brows furrowed in confusion as he stumbled backward from the force of it, and his eyes filled to the brim with tears and a profound look of hurt.

Anger surged within him at that look, rising to the surface and exploding out in the way it always used to, before he learned to control it. Before Adam. “When I needed you most, you left me! And it would’ve been fine, I would’ve managed, if you had actually gone to get surgery, if you were actually recovering from your injury. But no, you were with him! You left me for him! You weren’t there when I needed you, you wouldn’t even answer my calls, all because you were with him!”

With him, with him, with him. He couldn’t stop saying it. You left me for him, you care about him, you love him. The jealousy and betrayal consumed him entirely.

His chest heaved, and the room began to tilt again, but he didn’t care. “You never gave a shit about me, did you?” He asked then, his voice lowering to barely above a whisper. “It was always him. You were just fucking with me. I bet the two of you had a real good laugh these past few weeks, watching me getting the shit kicked out of me, getting my belt stolen, being completely alone, didn’t you? Didn’t you?”

By the time he was finished, Adam’s clear blue eyes were filled with tears. “Oh, Max.” He grabbed Max’s hand and held it firm, even when the other man tried to pull away. “Please, just listen to me.”

Even after everything, even as his heart was breaking, he couldn’t say no to Adam’s plea.

When Max didn’t pull back or tell him to go to hell, Adam began. “Yes, I put off my surgery to go help Roddy. I thought he needed me, and remember, you told me to go. When I got there, he gave me all these insane things to do because he was hurt and couldn’t, even though Matt and Mike were there the whole time. Every time I tried to leave, he gave me something else to do under the guise of needing me. But he didn’t need me at all, he was just trying to keep me there, to keep me away from you. I kept trying to call you, but there was no cell service, no internet. I wanted to watch you on Dynamite, but he didn’t even have a TV.

“Max, you were right the whole time. He was faking his injury, he just wanted to make me feel sorry for him. This morning I finally had enough and tried to leave, but he, Matt, and Mike came after me. I had to fight all three of them off, and I probably fucked up my foot even more and I should’ve gone straight to the hospital, but I just wanted to see you.

“So please, please don’t tell me that I don’t care about you when all I have been doing for weeks is trying to get back to you.”

His head screamed at him to leave. To shove Adam to the ground and cut all ties and save himself even more heartbreak, because clearly, clearly he was lying. He had to be. Adam didn’t love Max, he couldn’t. Everyone who had ever claimed to love him had left. No one had ever actually loved him. He was unloveable. Always had been, always would be.

His heart, on the other hand, ached to believe him. To take everything Adam said as the god’s honest truth, and never doubt him again. He had longed to have Adam back for weeks, and all of a sudden he was in front of him again, begging to be taken back.

All I have been doing for weeks is trying to get back to you.

Fuck it. He’d let his fear dictate every decision he ever made in every single relationship he had ever been in. And yeah, it had always turned out to be for the best. Everyone always left him and broke his heart. But fuck it, there was no one he would rather have break his heart than the man standing in front of him. He would let Adam Cole break him and put him back together again a thousand times if it meant they got to spend one more day together.

He pulled his hand out of Adam’s, and for a second, he saw the other man’s heart drop. But only for a second, because soon he was wrapping his arms around Adam and pulling him in for a tight embrace.

Adam was stiff for a moment or two, shocked at the turn of events, but he soon relaxed and returned the hug, winding his arms around Max’s frame and squeezing. Max’s head dropped onto his shoulder, and Adam’s hand found its way to the back of his neck, thumb gently stroking the skin there.

“I love you, Max,” Adam murmured, right next to his ear. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he whispered in return.

Yes, he decided. Another heartbreak would be more than worth it for this.

#aew #all elite wrestling #maxwell jacob friedman #mjf #adam cole #better than you bay bay #wrestling #adamjf #burberry boom boyz #mjf fanfiction #mjf x adam cole #aew fanfiction #adam cole bay bay #better than you and you know it

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milesworld96 · 6 months

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Me asf watching Kenny Omega v MJF yesterday

#fallen angel #maxwell jacob friedman #mjf #the devil #better than you and you know it #not on the level of the devil #the one winged angel #the cleaner #kenny omega

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perfecttragedyflower · 1 month

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Being the bigger person sucks

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cosmoweirdkid · 2 months

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heartsoulspiritelite · 7 months

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BETTER THAN YOU BAY BAY

MJF x Adam Cole

(when they break up imma literally be crying for days. They are my only source of happiness)

Summary-

Max couldn't explain to you, why he felt the urge to protect Adam after his match against Samoa Joe, he can never stand to see the ones he cares for hurt.

But the number one questions on his mind are, Where was Adam? Why was he so late to Max's match? But when he tries to ask Adam about his things go a little bit south until Adam returns beat up, and Max doesn't take any bullshit answers

Who did this to you ?!

He couldn't explain to you, why he had such a strong urge to protect Adam tonight, especially after getting his ass handed to him. But he does give himself props. He beat Joe. You told you he would, he never doubted himself. But even after he felt like practically dying, He saw Joe try to lunge at Adam and risked everything just to protect his brochacho.

Max's number one question is, Where was Adam? Why did he take so long to show up? He was supposed to come down to the ring and support his best friend throughout one of his most important matches in his career against Samoa Joe, it's long time story telling yall. This match meant so much the kid inside him. They did it. They proved it to everyone, infront of his New York peers. Why the fuck was Adam so late?

Okay he's not really mad. Adam still came and supported him, he was an amazing friend, and even injured himself for Max.

Walking back stage was tough, he felt so much pride, but at the same time all he felt was agony. Everything hurt. In all honesty both men were in pain, Cole was still suffering from his ankle injury he endured moments earlier.

Adam was helping him walk, While trying to hide his own limp. He had Max's arm around his neck with his arm wrapped around Max's back. They made their way into doc sampsons and sat there in silence with occasional small talk until both men were cleared to leave.

"Max how are you feeling?" Adam asked gently once they were in the car headed to the hotel that the roster was staying at.

"Everything fucking hurts" He replied while favoring his neck, turning his head slightly to look at Adam

Cole grimaces slightly in sympathy

They soon arrive at the hotel and walk in silence until they reach their shared room.

Adam hasn't shared a room with Britt in so long, he feels guilty, but it's not really his fault. All tag partners room together everywhere right?

They take turns showering and unpacking and packing up certain things until both are done and drained.

Adam walks out of the bathroom and he finished brushing his teeth and took a seat by MJF who was sitting on the bed, leaning against the bedframe, scrolling through his phone while holding an ice pack to his neck.

Max looks over at Cole and sighs.

"How's your leg doing? Dude what the fuck even happened?" He asks laughing slightly

Adam shows a small smile

"Max I don't even know, I jumped the ramp to get around to you guys faster and I guess I screwed up my leg or something" He says rushed, he didn't want Max to worry about him, he knows he would so he tries not to make it a big deal.

Max throws him a concerned look

"Dude are you gonna be-" He tries to ask before getting cut off

"Max im gonna be fine alright, everything's good, let's not focus on that let's focus on you. You're in more pain than I am, tonight was your night. You won Max, and I couldn't be more proud of you" He says reassuringly and scoots closer slightly

Max smiles back gratefully but still not fully convinced. He doesn't want to push it so he asks the question that's been on his mind since he saw Cole rush out to cheer him on.

"Adam. Where were you? Why'd it take you so long to show up?" He states seriously

The older man shifts uncomfortably and avoids eye contact

Max notices

"Cole."

"Look. I- uh. I needed to visit Roddy alright. But then he tried to guilt me into staying longer. I didn't. I came back to watch you of course. I'm sorry I never told you, didn't mean to alarm to and i stayed backstage because i thought you wanted to do this on your own." he says quietly still avoiding eye contact

"Bay Bay, how many times do I have to tell this to you. The man is clearly faking it. He's just acting like a jealous ex fucking boyfriend so you'll pay attention to him" He states trying to get the information through Adam's head, after readjusting his grip on his icepack

But apparently this angers him

"Max what do you know? All everyone has told me is that I'm stupid for being your friend. They all tell me how your gonna turn on me once the time is right. Roddys just acting like a dick right now, but he's still my friend. I need to support him like im supporting you. If they have to get used to the fact that your my bestfriend than you can get used to the fact that Roddys mine" Adam rushes out quite angry

Max feels his eyes widen, and backs off not wanting to cause chaos

"Fine. Goodnight" He says quietly, dropping the subject.

Max turns lays down on one side of the bed and gets under the covers before turning around, facing away from Adam, he lets his icepack rest behind his neck.

"Turn off the lights" He orders before going to sleep.

Cole suddenly feels guilty eat away at him.

This was Max's night. Why did he freak out on him? Everything the man said was true.

"I'm sorry Max" he whispers before getting out of bed to turn off the lights

He doesn't crawl back into bed though. No, he puts on a hoodie and leaves the hotel to go on a walk to get refreshed.

He still has a slight limp but he's had worse. He can deal with it.

He's quite chilly out so he tucks his hands into his hoodie pockets in an attempt to stay warm.

He doesn't get very far until he hears hushed whispers.

Cole tries not to look back and keeps walking. That is until he feels himself get grabbed and thrown onto the ground.

He groans in pain.

The group of people keep kicking and clawing at him. Adam let's them, he doesn't attempt to shove then away, he just curls up into a ball and waits for it to be over.

The attack goes on for another 5 minutes until he hears them talk to one another before leaving.

"Fucking asshole" He hears one of them say, the voice sounds familiar

He tries to look up and catches a glimpse of who they are. All he sees is blurs for about 5 seconds until his sight clears.

Of. Fucking. Course.

Its Roddy & The kingdom.

He should have known. Honestly he should've. He shouldn't have went to that damn hospital. He should've stayed with Max the whole time.

He's slowly drags himself off of the ground and rubs away the blood flowing from his nose from when he face planted onto the ground.

He groans in agony limps back to the hotel slow as ever.

He attempts to open the door quietly so he can sneak back into bed without worrying his tag partner.

But obviously that doesn't end up happening. The universe never seems to be on his side.

He opens the door to Max worryingly pacing around the room.

Once his eyes catch Adam's he rushes over and starts talking a mile a minute.

"What the fuck?! What happened?! Are you okay? Who did this to you. I swear to God Ada-"

"MAX im fine okay don't worry about me" he cuts Max's rambling off in an attempt to shrug of his concern.

Max grabs Adam's chin and stares him in the eyes.

"Don't worry about you?! Adam I swear to God. Don't you lie to me. Who. Did. This. To. You." He says dead serious

Adam shivers

"Max. I-"

"Adam. I'll fucking bend you over my knee" He says a threat.

Coles eyes widen as he feels his face get hot at that.

He knows he's serious to. Max will. It's almost happened before.

"It was Roddy and his gang" the flustered man whispers

Max is furious. He'll fucking kick their asses.

But he calms down enough so he doesn't flip out anymore infront of Adam.

"Come here" He guides Adam gently into the bathroom and sits him down on the counter.

Max goes between Coles legs and grabs a were wash cloth, he gently rubs the blood of his face and body.

Adam catches himself staring at Max, the way he's being so careful not to hurt him more. He likes the way Max looks whens he's focused. It's hot.

"Max.." Cole whispers to get his attention

MJF looks up from where he was almost finished patching up Adam's cuts on his arm.

"What is it?" He says concerned

Max examines Adam's face and gently puts his hand on his cheek and rubs

"Kiss me or leave me" he says quietly but bodly

This catches Max of guard and he flinched a bit, looking wide eye and flustered

"What?" He says confused

"Please, kiss me or just get it over with and leave me" The long haired man whimpers

The curly haired man smiles

He grabs Adam's face lightly and presses his lips onto his

Adam grabs the back of his neck and carefully as he can without causing the other man any pain.

"I'm not going to leave you Adam, I love you to much to do that" He whispers once they break the kiss

Adam smiles

"I'm sorry for getting upset at you earlier. I knew you were right. I just wanted to give him a chance" he apolagizes

"Its alright man don't apolagize, but don't think they're getting off the hook for this. Im gonna fucking kill them." Max states, he's eyes full of fury.

"Thanks" He starts before hopping of the counter so he can properly hug the man

"And by the way I love you too Max" he finishes and grabs Max so he can reconnect their lips.

Edit- so um I made this before I watched 9/27 dynamite bruh I did not know Adam's ankle was THAT BAD like holy crap😭

~Cross-posted on wattpad and ao3~

#better than you bay bay #adam cole #mjf aew #adamjf #adam cole bay bay #better than you and you know it #aew imagine #oneshot

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