maybe it was all in your head… but you bet you’d guys have really good bed chem.

he was hot, like, really hot. the kind of hot that made you leave work and still be thinking of him. the kind of hot you could only dream about.

you were currently sitting across from him backstage in the arena AEW was being held in that night. you were sitting in a metal chair as you watch him come back from cutting another great promo.

you knew him obviously, the name MJF is far too big in wrestling not to. but you being a fresh out of the indies wrestler in AEW no one really knew you.

he was wearing a white jacket tonight, had his name printed boldly on the back. his hair messy but also well kept, and his brown eyes piercing- wait. holy shit he was looking right at you.

“what the hell are you looking at?” he said in a annoyed tone.