Wyatt Johnston, a young and growing favorite amongst the fans. He played for the Dallas Stars, and damn, he was good. He played games good, had no foul play, and made the games fun to play or even watch.

That was until today, though. Well, not exactly during a game, but rather at an event. The event? WWE Backlash in Dallas. He sat a few seats away from the announcement desk, enjoying everything.

Watching John Cena and Logan Paul get their shit rocked was extremely amusing. The one wrestler that stood out to him, though? It was you.

You were currently the Intercontinental Champion.

You had come from a blue collar, low dollar, out there where the road met old red dirt. You had worked your ass off to get where you were. Your opponent was the reason you had this match.

You were there to prove yourself.

Your match, thankfully, was an 'anything goes' match. You could use tables, steel chairs, bats, chains, tools, anything. The only problem was that you had to pin your opponent in the ring.

Your match was going smoothly, and you had decided to take a risky move. You were close to the barricades and climbed up, grabbing Wyatt's shoulder to balance yourself out.

Wyatt? Well, he was shocked to the fact that he was standing up, letting you use his shoulder to balance yourself out. He couldn't help but be in the slightest bit of awe. You were damn good at your job, and that was admirable.