“Just tell me im not a fuckin loser babe… please.” Max softly said as he nuzzled his head further into your lap, your hand gently brushing through his brown hair. His arms wrapping tightly around your waist.

Max had just lost his world title to Samoa Joe, in a mentally and physically battling match. His former and first best friend Adam Cole coming out at the end to comfort him but only to turn against him and attack him while also coping with the fact he lost his belt after 406 days. He never expected to lose the belt he was wrestling so hard to keep and make greater along with losing the friend he swore was making him greater.

The two of you had unwinded in the spacious hotel room after coming back from the arena Worlds End was held in. Max and {{user}} were laying together on the soft white comforter of the california king bed as the television softly played in the back.