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Barbed Wire Heart

To Protect You (Part 3)

Word Count: 1177

Relationship: Reader X Hangman Adam Page

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November 1, 2023. The Hungbucks had yet another ROH Six-Man Championship defense. This time it was against Bishop Kaun, Toa Liona, and Brian Cage. Three men who laid their hands on you.

Hangman was in no mood to wrestle or play games. He also didn't let you to leave his sight, any time you were left alone he knew Swerve would try and capitalize. You, however, didn't even want to show face to the crowd after being humiliated the week prior. But you still accompanied your friends to the ring. Hangman had a tight grip on your hand as you walked down the ramp. You tried to calm him down beforehand but he knew that this match was only going to be the start of the hell he wanted to bring to Swerve and the Mogul Embassy.

Adam was immediately aggressive towards his opponents. The sound of him hitting each member echoed through the arena. The cries of the Mogul Embassy were music to his ears. The roar of the crowd flipped a switch you'd never seen before. The Bucks got their fair share of moves in, but it seemed that they couldn't get through to Hangman either.

Hangman was quick to look for a finish. Standing on the apron of the ring with his hands clutching the top rope. His knuckles were turning white and he couldn't help but give you a glance. One of many glances he'd given you throughout the match to assure you were still ringside. Just as he was about to use his strong legs to launch himself over the top rope, a voice spoke through the speakers of the venue. All of the Elite's attention was brought to the top of the ramp.

"Who's house?" An arrogant Swerve asks as he reveals himself. "Whose house?" The crowd responds to his cocky calling. Yelling 'Swerve's house'. Adam was frozen, trying to catch his breath. He suddenly cared even less about the match than he did before. "Whose house?" He repeats. You didn't know what to do. You watched on as Matt quickly came to your side. Adam pulls himself through the ropes, walking across the ring and towards Swerve. "As a matter of a fact, last week I was at yo' house. And then I took a little drive to the arena to get a front row seat to yo' fiancé's match. Hey, Y/n, you get all those thumbtacks out of your back because if not... I could lend a hand." He says, smiling at you and than Hangman who was visibly fed up. You could hear the smirk in Swerve's voice as you chewed at the inside of your cheek, noticing Matt indirectly standing in front of you. You couldnt believe the audacity Swerve had to offer his help, to offer his touch in a caring way, in a way he would most likely take too far. After the pain he caused you the week before, he was flirting with you in front of the man you were soon marrying.

Nana was dancing and Swerve's laugh sounded like a villain's from a movie. Adam tagged himself out, before rushing out of the ring, leaving Matt and Nick behind. You didn't know what to do. You knew Adam would be pissed if you followed him, but you also didn't want him to put himself in a dangerous situation.

After Swerve and Adam both made it backstage, the attention was drawn back to the match. Now the Elite were down a person with their championships on the line.

It was a messy ending as Nick got pinned. The Hungbucks were no longer Six-Man Champions. The big screen flickers before changing to one of the cameras that caught up to Swerve and your fiancé. You watched at security held them both back as best as they could. You could hear Adam yelling, "you're a dead man" and "don't you ever even look at her again" repeatedly.

You rushed backstage knowing that Adam would most likely have to be escorted from the building. But just as you're about to leave you hear a crash from behind you. Matt is hitting the ring-posts with a chair. Clearly he was mad, not necessarily at Adam but just at everything falling apart at once. You wanted to stop him but your fiancé had to be your priority.

When you got back to your locker room, there was a security guard outside of the door. He let you in without a question.

The first thing you see is Adam pacing around the room, cursing under his breath, and roughly taking and throwing things into his suitcase.

"Adam." You call for him. He immediately turns around and when he sees you, his face relaxes and turns a light pink. "I don't k..."

"If you're coming in here to yell at me about ditching, I'm telling you that I don't care." He huffs, tossing his arms in the air. His anger was still coursing through his bloodstream. "He doesn't get to just walk around and treat you like shit just because it pisses me off." He continues to argue with you even though you had no intentions of fighting back at him. "You're mine. I'm going to protect you."

"I wasn't coming to argue with you. I know why you did what you did. I just think you owe Matt and Nick an apology." You simply explain. Adam stopped in the middle of what he was doing and turned to look at you.

With a nod and a stern look he began to speak again. "Apologize for what? For defending my home? Defending my soon-to-be wife? Look, Y/n, if what I did is a problem to them then they don't need to affiliate themselves with me."

You had no point to argue. Adam wasn't letting down any time soon. All you could hope was that Swerve wouldn't get in between things with the Elite.

"I packed your suitcase for you. Are you coming with me, or are you staying behind to wipe Nick and Matt's tears?" Adam was pissed. Using a tone he hadn't used with you since he was drunk everyday a few years ago. He looked at you for a few seconds and waited for your response. When you didn't respond, he must have noticed that he was taking his general anger out on you. "Y/n." He says again. He scans you with his eyes from head to toe before approaching you. Adam pulls you into him, your head rising with his chest as he took a deep breath.

"Of course I'm going with you." You admit against his shirt, pulling away and taking his hand to press a kiss against his reddened knuckles. He finally smiles without having to force it for the first time all day. You both take your suitcases, Adam snakes his free arm around your shoulders, you put yours around his waist as you lean into him. Leaving the building without a care in the world.

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Barbed Wire Heart

I'm So Sorry (Part Two)

Word Count: 1171

Relationship: Reader X Hangman Adam Page

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After the attack by Swerve, even if it was against what you wanted, Hangman insisted he assist you backstage and then to the medical room. He probably would've carried you if you would have let him. Doc Sampson was already waiting, fully expecting a visit from you. He asked you a few questions as you grimaced every once in a while. You couldn't even feel the tacks in your back anymore and your head had for the most part clotted up. Adam never left your side, allowing you to squeeze his forearms whenever one of the thumb tacks being removed from your back hurt enough to make you flinch.

Doc eventually finished up, leaving you and your fiancé to yourselves. You took one of the unopened cleansing wipes on the counter next to you, tearing open the packet and unfolding the napkin. "Can I?" You ask Adam, pointing at your dried blood still staining his stubbled chest.

"You don't need to worry about it. I can get it." He softly smiles. He was doing what he always did when you got hurt. Not letting you help him with anything even if he really needed it. But when he tried to take the wipe you pulled your hand away.

He couldn't help but chuckle at your stubbornness. You cleaned up his chest, more of your blood on him than you thought there was. You didn't think he knew it but you were trying to distract yourself from the tiny stabbing pains in your back wherever a thumbtack once was. He looked like he was closer to crying than you were. He watched you with sad eyes, waiting for you to look up at him and just admit to him how much pain you were in so he could use it as a reason to cater to you. But it wasn't going to happen. The pain was better than making him feel more guilty than he already did.

When there was no visible blood left on him, he stood up and picked his shirt up off the chair on the other side of the room. When a knock rattled the door, Adam opened it to reveal the Young Bucks on the other side. They were visibly worried as they checked on you. You needed to assure them you were fine, standing up and shaking your body to show you weren't in too much pain. Regardless of your best efforts to lie, your fiancé who was putting his hair up in a bun could sense the untruthfulness radiating off your body.

Eventually the Bucks did leave. You and Adam checked in with Tony Khan to let him know you were doing all right. Adam never let go of your hand once. Even as you were grabbing your bags or walking through doorways in the hallway. You both knew you were going to have to return back to your home which you watched get trashed.

You walked through the parking lot, waving at a fan or two who left the show a few minutes early. Adam put your bag in the back seat. Opened the car door for you. Even buckled you in. He was being annoying but his genuine heart stopped you from being able to get mad. Adam wanted do everything to make sure you didn't work at all.

He drove you both home, his head constantly turning to look at you to make sure you were alright. You occasionally planted a kiss on his hand which was interlocked with yours. Every so often he'd mumble a few words to you, ask you if you were in any pain, or if he could do anything to help you. He offered you food, but you didn't have much of an appetite. He offered you ice cream, but the thought turned your stomach. Adam eventually realized he would have to just settle for tending to you at home.

It wasn't as easy as that. You took a deep breath before Adam unlocked the door. For the time being it seemed he forgot that your home was raided and torn apart. Again he reached for your hand as he pushed the door open. All of the lights were left on, drawers were pulled open, and there was things all over the floor. You led him through the door. Speechless about the sight laid out in front of you and your fiancé.

Adam's eyes scanned the room a few times over before you let go of his hand. You only took your hand back to wipe one of the tears that had escaped from your eyes. Your name has been brought up countless times by Adam's opponents just as your opponents had Adam. Plenty of people threatened to hurt you just to get to Hangman, but no one had ever gone this far. Removing the peace from your home and practically tearing the walls from the support beams. No one had ever gone as far as laying their hands on you, forcing your fiancé to watch helplessly.

Adam barely began to question if you were alright before you went out in the backyard and dropped to your hands and knees. You crawled around your yard like a dog, feeling around for the necklace that was thrown out the door. Your breath was hitching in your chest and the tears began to fall more frequently, Adam quickly followed you out and pulled you to your feet. He pulled you into his chest and let you cry, carefully resting his hands on your back, doing his best to not hurt you. "I'm so sorry." He whispers. He didn't think you heard but you could hear him holding back his own tears. "Y/n, I'm so sorry."

After an hour or two of cleaning with small breakdowns in between, the house looked closer to the way it normally did. Decorations on the walls and shelves, pillows propped on the couch, and Adam even managed to find the necklace in the yard. Setting it back in its place; draped on your favorite photo of you and Adam.

He showered with you and helped you get ready for bed. The now clean cuts starting to sting again. He helped you to your bed, holding you tightly to his chest. Even though the chances of someone coming back through the front door were little, his strong arms held you protectively. You were quick to fall asleep, the whole day washing you over with exhaustion. He struggled. Every once and a while his eyes popping open at the sound of a squirrel outside, a car passing by, or the sound of the house settling.

That night, the little amount of minutes of sleep Adam got were filled with dreams of each way he would get revenge. Revenge for keeping him from protecting his treasure. Revenge for destroying yours and his place of comfort. But most importantly...

Revenge for ever laying even a single finger on the one person he loved more than anyone else.

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Barbed Wire Heart

She Needs You (Part One)

Word Count: 1473

Relationship: Reader X Hangman Adam Page

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On October 25, 2023 in Philadelphia, after the team of Matt Jackson, Nick Jackson, and Hangman Page, better known as the Hungbucks won their ROH Six Man championship defense, an event occurred that left you in disbelief.  You were ringside for the match and celebrated in the ring afterward with your two closest friends and fiancé. But the video on the big screen soon changed from the Elite's images and showed Swerve Strickland opening the door into you and Adam's home just twenty minutes away from the Liacouras Center, where Dynamite was being held. You watched as he raided and tore things off of your shelves. Living in a small town outside of Philadelphia was a common thing. However, you couldn't figure out exactly how Swerve managed to know exactly which house was yours. Strickland and Prince Nana took their own tour around your home, kicking their dirty shoes up on your couch, ripping important photos apart, and throwing one of your favorite necklaces, a gift from Hangman somewhere in the grassy backyard.

You and Hangman booked it out of the ring even though it was totally pointless. You had to explain to your fiancé that there was no way you'd make it home in time. You still had your own match to wrestle and Hangman refused to let you out of his sight.

Later on, after a long half hour of your mind running at a million miles a minute, you wrestled in a Philly Street Fight. You requested that all of the Elite remain in their locker room as for the match would obviously get out of hand. It was a draining match, however you were thankful you ended up not losing any blood. While you ended up being successful in winning the match, the big screen once again flickered to Swerve Strickland and Prince Nana. You quickly grabbed a microphone and spoke before they had the chance.

"Whatever you want from me, you're gonna have to get over yourself and drop it." You huffed as you tried to catch your breath, still feeling the impact of the match. "Your problem isn't with me, Swerve. It's with Hangman. Don't bring me into your bullsh..."

"No need for the frustration." Swerve laughed. His enlarged face on the bright screen in front of you.

Nana's smile grew as the camera panned to where they were standing. Directly outside of the Elite's locker room. Standing outside of where you told your best friends to wait. Nana put a few brooms within the handles of the doors, preventing it from being able to open. "You better watch out. As Swerve said before, Hangman's loved ones would be the one to face the consequences of his actions. You just happen to be the one he loves most."

Nana walks out of frame with Swerve and the camera cuts. You toss the microphone out of the ring and start to limp your way to the back in an attempt to help your friends. Then you take a large hit to your back. What feels like hundreds of kicks are dropped upon your already damaged body. For a second they stop and you are able to make out the faces of Brian Cage, Toa Liona and Bishop Kaun.

It was a planned attack.

Even though you couldn't see it, the camera footage came back up on the big screen. You could hear the Hungbucks banging on the door, trying to find a way, anyway out that they could.

Swerve's music hit. As you tried to climb back to your feet, the pain across your body continued to make gravity feel like it was so much stronger. Collapsing at the knees repeatedly. Swerve and Nana finally made it to the ring, staring you down like a cat stalking it's prey. Strickland reaches under the ring and pulls out a black bag. The black bag known infamously to every single wrestler and every single wrestling fan on the planet. As Strickland climbed in the ring he backed his men off. He looked back at the big screen to still see no sign of Hangman or anyone else getting out of the room. Just a bunch of helpless banging on the door.

Swerve brought a microphone up to his mouth, the black bag still in his hand. He used his foot to knock you over again, then pressing your head into the ring mat with the bottom of his shoe. "It's a shame I need to do this to you. Your fiancé wanted to make this personal. Now where is he? He's in the back in a panic. Locked in a room. Watching me push your head into the floor with the bottom of a shoe that I used to walk around the dirty city of Philadelphia." The crowd booed as Swerve insulted their, and your hometown. He then kicked you directly in the head but you somehow managed to get your arms up enough to block most of the shot. "You know, maybe the two of you will have a real nice talk after this. He can't protect you. He can't save you. He doesn't really love you, does he? If he loved you he would be out here by now, wouldn't he?"

You immediately popped up to your feet to defend the cowboy but when you swung at Swerve, Toa Liona knocked you down. Swerve threw the microphone at you before opening the bag and dumping hundreds of thumb tacks onto your back. The coldness of the small pieces of metal gave you goosebumps. You had no energy to move. Being held in place didn't help as Swerve climbed to the top of the ropes. He jumped off and drove his two feet into the tacks that were resting on your back. You screamed and writhed in pain but you were picked up again. This time Swerve had you up straight, pile driving you into the already bloodied collection of tacks. You tried rolling away but the pain in your neck was unbearable. Every time you tried to move, the tacks drove themselves further into your skin.

Swerve grabbed you by your hair, pulling you into a slouched sitting position facing you both towards the hard camera. The final tack falling from your temple, your blood was trickling hastily down your face, leaving a metal taste in your mouth and a burning sensation in your eyes. Prince Nana gave Swerve another microphone. "This is what happens. This is what happens, Hangman!" Swerve yells, still holding your head up. "I warned you, cowboy. And now you can't do anything about what's already been done." He drops you and you limply fall to your side. Your face was turning the mat a dark red as you laid there gasping for air. "Whose house?" Swerve cheekily mumbles, making the crowd scream 'Swerve's house' in reply.

Just as Swerve stood back up straight, he saw the door break open. Hangman broke through all of the broom sticks and was fully sprinting towards the ring. You wiped the blood out of your eyes and managed to roll around a bit, being able to lean on your elbow. The second the Hungbucks made it through the curtain, Swerve and his group bailed from the ring. Hangman ran right passed you to try and get to Swerve, however, he was already gone.

First, Nick tried to help you up, but you pushed him away asking for space. Instead, you pulled yourself to the ropes. You turned to look at Adam but he refused to break eye contact with Strickland. You got yourself up to your knees and then Matt tried to assist you. Again, you pushed him away.

You managed to get up to your feet but you were using the ropes to carry all of your weight. Finally, Matt went over to Hangman and pushed him away from Swerve. "Forget him. She needs you right now."

Hangman turned to look at you. The panic finally overpowered his anger as he rushed to you, wrapping an arm around your back. "Shirt." You manage to say.

"What about it?" Adam asks.

You cough a bit before turning to the side to spit out blood from your mouth. "I don't want to ruin your shirt." You say as you try and keep him from being worried. He told you that he didn't care about the shirt but you forced a smile and replied, "No, but I like that shirt."

Hangman rolled his eyes, knowing you were trying to make sure he wasn't too worried despite the fact you were standing in front of him covered in blood. He pulled his shirt off, revealing his large shoulders and chest and allowed you to rest his weight onto him. He held you up, whispering repeated apologies in your ear.

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What if I did a multiple part story. About the Swerve x Hangman feud (After Wrestledream). It would be a Hangman x Reader. Like it would actually be crazy.

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hey!!! i know not many people know of this page yet. BUT!!!! I lowkey need ideas of what to write about. All it takes is one person to tell me what they want and as long as I think I can bring it to reality I will!!!! please don't be afraid to send a suggestion/request.

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Hangman Adam Page

One Shots:

A Subtle Warning

Goes Two Ways

Series:

Barbed Wire Heart

She Needs You (Part 1)

I'm So Sorry (Part 2)

To Protect You (Part 3)

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Goes Two Ways

Word Count: 800

Relationship: Hangman x Reader

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It was late at night and I was completely drained. Adam and I were tense with each other all day. Every comment turned into a slight bicker and every conversation ended with an eye roll. Tension between us was uncommon but after our argument this morning, it was expected to stick around throughout the day. Maybe we were both just tired. Tired of traveling. Tired of having our bodies beaten down one week after another. In my mind though, being tired gave us no right to take it out on one another. He knew as well as I did that it wasn't fair.

Adam went up to lay in bed. On any other night, we'd always wait for each other before going to bed. Last I saw him was probably 10 minutes ago. His shirt removed, showing off his large shoulders and soft physique. His blonde curls pulled back in a bun on the back of his head. I couldn't bare to even look him in the eye. I'll admit, I was ashamed. I started the argument in the first place as I made a bigger deal out of something so small than I needed to. I could hear him sigh, clearly wanting me to look up at him just once. But once I refused, he took his glass of water and his phone and went up to bed without saying even a word to me.

Eventually I was going to have to go to bed too. For a second I thought about letting him be. Crash on the couch for a night so he could cool of in his own space. But I knew he'd be pissed if he found me curled up under one of our small blankets on the sofa. In that case, no matter how mad he might've been, he would pick me up and place me in our bed. Insisting to take the couch for himself. So, I quietly walked towards our bedroom. Silently, I peek my head in the doorframe to see him sitting against the headboard as he waited up for me, scrolling on his phone with a fatigued look on his tan face. Only his legs were under the covers, leaving his torso and arms out in the openness of the dimly lit room.

I moved a step away from the door. I was going to try and figure out what I was going to say before I entered. But a raspy voice with a gentle accent quietly calling from the bedroom interrupted. "How much longer do you plan on hiding? I'd much rather talk to you."

I didn't have a response. No answer even slipped into my mind for even a second. I quietly entered the room. His sad eyes watched as I moved towards his side of the bed, still avoiding any eye contact with him. His slight nod gave me the go ahead to pull myself on top of him. I planted kisses across his stubbled chest, his strong shoulders, and then his neck. I allowed myself to straddle across his lap.

"What are you doing, my love?" He asks, gently putting his hand under the hood of the sweatshirt I was wearing and letting his thumb glide across the back of my neck.

I pull away and put my hand on his chest. Staring at my fingers as they drew small shapes into his skin, my hand feeling the slightly rushed beating of his heart. "I feel bad, Adam."

A small smirk pulled at his rosy lips. Taking the hand that was on the back of my neck, he takes it back to tilt my chin upwards. He was forcing me to look into his captivating crystal blue eyes for the first time since our argument that morning. "I don't want that. Us fighting doesn't require you to come in and try and make it up to me. An argument goes two ways, you know."

I take a deep breath as I feel his hands fall to my waist. "I'm sorry."

Adam pulls me in by wrapping his arms around my waist and allows me to wrap my arms around his neck in a hug that shared an entire conversation within it. The feeling of his breath and stubble against my neck send a shiver down my spine and he feels me slightly jolt, leading him to slightly chuckle. "Im sorry too."

We finally let go of each other before leaning in to kiss each other lips in unison. As if there was no time at all, the passion between us healed all scars from our battles throughout the day. His slight hum sounded so sweet before we pulled away. I curled up into his arms and our exhaustion allowed us to fall asleep without even a stir.

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(This is my first story and I honestly don't even know if I'm doing this whole thing right but...)

A Subtle Warning

Word Count: 1630

Relationship: Hangman Page x Reader

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Tonight was just like any other Wednesday night. My boyfriend and I arrived to the venue a few hours before doors opened for the weekly episode of Dynamite. I thankfully wasn't booked to do anything for the night. I was only thankful because a rest was very much needed. Adam however was in the middle of a pretty personal feud with Swerve Strickland. Their whole thing wasn't supposed to be personal at first. The initial intention for it to just be apart of the wrestling business. One person wanting another's position. However, things changed when Swerve had brought up that Hangman was walking away from his issues. Walking away from his issues like he had from the Elite and I some years ago. It was a low point that he typically didn't like to talk about and that night, Swerve really struck a nerve.

Hangman and I found our way into The Elite's locker room. The EVP's temporarily absent due to a creative meeting. We set our things down before taking a seat next to each other on the cheap couch. He and I leaned into each other. With the way his calloused fingers were tracing along my skin, I could tell he was nervous. "I hate signing contracts on TV." Adam mumbles as he lets out a large sigh.

I turn my head and plant a firm kiss on his large shoulder before leaning my head against him again. "Just go out there and do your thing." I reassure him as I twist at one of the bracelets resting on my wrist. I can feel him nod as his hand finally starts to decrease the amount of shapes it was drawing. "Try not to let him get to you."

"Well, Y/n, it's kind of hard when he's sitting right across the table from me with a disgusting smirk as he mocks me."

I didn't even have a response. I hate contract signings just as much as he does. They were a stupid excuse to get publicity and a chance to manipulate your opponent on a golden platter. To me, you shouldn't need a set up situation for you to get to your opponent. Everything you do should be in the ring. Without a table and without chairs. Contracts should be signed in the back. A response came to mind but I wasn't able to share it as Kenny, Matt, and Nick came back into the room, instantly complaining about how long and boring their meeting was. Adam sat up straight and let his large hand rest on my thigh. We weren't huge on PDA, especially not around our friends.

A few hours later...

For whatever reason Tony Khan decided to give Adam and Swerve the main event. All for a contract signing that would probably end up with tables flipping and chairs being thrown. I was sitting anxiously next to Matt as the Elite watched the segment go down. Renee Paquette table side to officiate the signing.

Strickland was chewing Adam up, not even giving the blonde headed man a chance to speak his own words. Eventually, he started to talk about how different he and Hangman were from each other. Almost as if he was offended by being compared to the cowboy. "What's a farmer to a mogul, huh?" Swerve asks, making Adam furrow his eyebrows. "What's a cowboy to an outlaw? What's a buckshot to a kill shot?"

I chewed at the inside of my cheek. I could see Adam's gears in his brain moving at a hundred miles per minute just through the television screen in the locker room. He was keeping his cool, never breaking eye contact with the man across the table from him.

Finally, Swerve put his microphone down. For the first time tonight, Adam was given the opportunity to speak his thoughts. But, he didn't start the way I expected him to. First, Adam calmly mentioned the things Swerve had said to him in the weeks prior. However, the thing that caught all of us off guard as Nick and Kenny settled in their spots around the room was that Hangman thanked Swerve. Adam thanked him for reigniting a flame in his body that was long burnt out. He explained how something was up with him. Something that a person really couldn't explain.

The crowd was so invested in every single word that either man let slip from their lips. Letting every single sentence set in, expanding their thoughts to multiple different things. Things that hadn't even realized they didn't really notice at first. A slight stir could be heard as Adam spoke of a dark cloud that he'd felt was hovering over him every single time that he showed up to work.

"And then sure... sure. The sun would shine. I beat Jon Moxley in a Texas Death Match." Adam proudly brags. I caught him taking a pause to look at Renee, who drew her lips into a line at the thought of the brutal match her husband had gone through with my boyfriend. "I reunited with my friends in the Elite. I was able to rekindle my relationship with the absolute love of my life. And it felt like I should've been the happiest man in the world. But every time I started to smile. That little black cloud came back and it started to rain."

I couldn't help but smile at the fact of him calling me the love of his life on national television. Something I could never get used to him calling me. In the good way of course. He continued to speak before addressing how the fans who supported him so dearly deserved to see more from him. And when he decided that he spoke enough of his mind to get his point across, he picked up the pen and signed his name on the dotted line.

An evil laugh was heard. A laugh that echoed through the building. Adam was caught off guard. Looking up to see Swerve looking like he was having the time of his life. Looking like he was having a good time. Looking like this whole thing was a simple joke to him. The crowd quickly canceled him out, a chant of 'Cowboy Shit' echoing through the seats of the arena.

"That was beautiful. But, quite frankly, that was the most pathetic thing I've ever seen." Swerve chuckles before insulting the crowd's home team. Earning an array of boos. He continued on to speak about how he was fueled to take Adam's position in the company before Hangman had heard enough. Tired of hearing how Swerve believed Adam was handed everything in his career which couldn't of been more untrue.

Hangman stood up, the anger coursing through his veins finally reaching a boiling point. "If you think you have what it takes to fill my boots... you don't."

Swerve matched his energy also standing up across from him. But he didn't speak a single word. Instead he froze to look Adam in the eye once more. And just when Adam thought it was over, Swerve rose his and and slapped the cowboy across the face. Adam turned around and leaned on the ropes behind him as Swerve picked up a microphone yet again. "Hey. Hey, hey Hangman. You seem to not think of me as a threat. You sure as hell better watch your back... or maybe you should tell your friends... actually, no. You want to make this personal? Fine, we'll make it personal. You better tell your hot girlfriend to watch her back."

Adam didn't even hesitate, raising the microphone he still had in his hand to his mouth.

"If you touch her... I'll kill you."

Swerve let out a long sigh. Finally he got the hint that Hangman wasn't joking. Threatening me... someone Adam cared about so dearly was the final nerve that Swerve could've hit. He leaned over and signed the contract.

In that split second, I saw Adam clench his fist and I knew he was going to swing. However, I didn't expect what he actually did.

Using the pen Adam formerly used to sign the match contract, he stabbed Swerve's hand. I watched as Strickland screamed in pain. He pleaded as my boyfriend refused to let go. I booked it out of the room. Rushing to get into the guerrilla position. I intended on meeting Adam there. After that... I had no plan, I was left with whatever my first option would end up being.

He forcefully pushed his way back through the curtain not seeing me at first. But when I walked up to him and put my hand on his bicep. He spun around and I could see relief wash across his face. He pulls me into his chest and holds the back of my head. I can feel his heavy breathing and I can hear his heart beat at the speed of a thousand race horses.

He pulls away to kiss the top of my head before firmly grabbing my hand. Not even whispering a single word. He rushes me through the hallways before pushing me into an empty room that he surely scouted out before the show. As soon as I shut the door he crashes his lips into mine, his hands grabbing greedily at my top. I wrap my arms around my neck before tilting my head back to get a good look at his face.

"What?" He asks.

I smile and push a golden curl out of his face. "I just wanted to make sure that I heard you right. Did you say you would kill him?"

A smirk crawls onto his face. His ocean blue eyes staring directly into mine. "With my own two bare hands, sweetheart."