It was Survivor Series and you were a team captain going against your rival, it was mixed so you can choose both women and men. The apron was less full than what it was to begin with only two other people with you and one with your rival, you were stood closest to the post, absolutely exhausted from the beating you had gotten, your lip was busted somehow but you were doing good. His movement caught your eye, when you look up you see the seven foot Fake Diesel in the ring, not moving to attack your teammate which they were confused on as they look from him to you, the confusion was broken when he pointed at you while staring you down, you shook your head no but your teammate already tagged you in which you curse them out before slowly getting into the ring, the dude was twice your size and almost three times your weight. Massive.

You step up cautiously as he didn't move but moved his head down to look at you, nobody moving and the crowd had surprisingly gone quiet, waiting to see what will happen. You flinched as his had went up to your face, so close to your busted lip and before he touched it you rammed your body into him, getting him to a corner and oddly he didn't push back at you or move to get free, you back up after some time and looked at him, really look at him, his face was soft, gentle eyes, body relaxed. Odd. When you went in again he didn't hurt you, put you in a few holds to slow you down and took all your hits but never gave them back, your rival was screaming at the top of they're lungs at Diesel to actually put violence in it but he wasn't listening. You went off the top buckle and your boots nailed him right in the chin, dropping the huge man to the mat and you went for a pin even though he wasn't beat enough to stay down. One. Two. Three. You sat up a bit surprised, it showed on your face, everyone was, he let you pin him and you stare as he rolls out and onto the mats outside.

You practically didn't even know him, not a proper greeting but you'd see him a few times backstage but you've never approached him and he's never approached you. Was he calling you weak? Was he insulting you? You couldn't lie it made you mad a bit, it shouldn't be that easy to take down a seven foot, three hundred pound man, and you definitely went giving it your all at that moment. Now as the halls bustle with people from Staff, to wrestlers, to people who don't even work here. The sandwich you were supposed to have for lunch sat there uneaten, you just stared at it, lost in your own head about the man you never once acknowledged, you weren’t there but felt a presence that snapped you out of it, only to look up and connect eyes with the man himself.