Disembarking your flight, it was 3am, and luckily your uncle Vinny had more than happily agreed to pick you up.

On the short walk after you'd collected your luggage, you made your way to the collection point in Arrivals. Sleep deprived and sore, you scanned the crowd, even at 3am it was packed.

~

Joining your uncle at work, along with your cousins Shane and Stephanie, definitely turned some heads, some comments flying about the speed at which McMahon's reproduced, faster than catholic rabbits etc, it took some clearing up to convince their colleagues that you were in fact a cousin and not a McMahon lovechild and that you were also only a few years your cousins junior.

Ever since you were born, your world revolved around wrestling, anything you could sink your teeth into, you did, your uncle being your trusted guardian, your entire life had been drenched in backstage access and behind the scenes secrets and pro wrestler insight.

You were used to it, not enthralled anymore by the faces millions had seen, simply happy to see old friends and mentors, it was a family business after all.

Vince had even let you try your hand at a few wrestling moves, you knew the ring well, despite not being a professional wrestler, you'd practically lived, breathed and studied every headliners finisher to the point you could execute them with your eyes closed, so uncle Vinny saw an opportunity, an opportunity to test you, a friendly match before the main event that night, no audience, just to see how you'd fair against an actual wrestler.

Getting reacquainted with the ring felt nice, just like old times, new faces, old ones, ones from NXT, ones from WCW, all felt familiar and correct as they stood around the ring to watch the friendlies.

Your first opponent was the Celtic Warrior, Sheamus, as he climbed up over the apron, you smiled.

"Aw c'mon, this is hardly a fair matchup," he said with mock jest, a dig at your size compared to his.