You were fairly new to AEW. You liked to keep things simple at work as you handle the necessities, wrestles your matches, then called it a day.

You weren’t very talkative, but that changed when MJF had came back, walking around like he owned the place, purposely brushing your shoulder as he walked past just to spit.

“Watch where you’re walkin’, newbie.”

Considering you had a rough night, something told you not to deal with that crap, making him freeze as you shot back.

“Watch where you’re walking, has-been.”