Was This Really A Good Idea? (Wrestling Au, Brohm)
Based on a post I made a long time ago. I finally managed to finish it eventually. I’m eventually going to make more chapters. I hope you enjoy.
“I’m not so sure Luke, I mean we could always stay at
home and wait for-” Luke placed a finger on Bryce’s lips, hushing his
“Fuck that, how long has it been since we
seen Jonathan in person? Way too fucking long, plus he promised us front row seats!
Please Bryce, do it for our little man?” Luke nearly begged for Bryce to
go and he doesn’t blame him. Ever since Jonathan rose in the ranks of
wrestling, neither Bryce nor Luke had seen their former roommate unless it was
on a television screen. H2O Delirious was his stage name, and he was known to
“drown” his enemies into concussion which was very well fitting to
his maniacal persona. In reality, when he was just regular Jonathan, he was
pretty laid back, he tended to stumble upon his vocabulary, and he certainly
has one contagious laugh. The idea of catching up with his friend again was very tempting.
“Jonathan and I agreed that if you go, he’ll treat us for dinner after his match.”
And that was how Bryce ended up in a stadium
with Luke and a few thousand other people, holding a large box of popcorn. He
was not a huge fan of wrestling but if watching an entire match of sweaty men
beating each other up will make Luke and Jonathan happy, then so be it. For the
first few matches he barely paid attention to the ring since his friend was not
up until later. It was boring to say the least; he almost fell asleep if it
wasn’t for the fact that they could catch him on National television at any
point in time. Eventually Luke began to nudge him a little roughly.
“Here he is, that’s our boy! Yeah baby!” he cheered. Bryce looked up to see a man wearing a blue wife beater and black shorts, pumping his fists to the crowd as he walked up to the ring. Despite his face concealed by the cheap hockey mask, Bryce could easily tell that was Jonathan getting ready to beat the shit out of whoever was coming. Even though he didn’t like wrestling, he was extremely proud of Jonathan. The guy was obviously stronger than he looked and faced a thousand more horrors than Bryce could count, yet he managed to toughen up and still be that grinning man he always knew and loved. Not long after, he heard the announcer grab the crowd’s attention,
“In the other corner, this man is fierce! He will take on any man who dared to stand in the way of his victory; he is the one and only OHMWRECKER.” It did not take long for Bryce to choke on his popcorn from what he saw (which he prayed the cameras did not catch that). Like his friend, the opponent wore a mask as well, except it was white with a large Ohm symbol on it. For a moment, he wondered how the man could see, until he spotted the barely noticeable eyeholes. What made Bryce lose his composure was the fact the man was…not bad looking. Sure Jonathan too, but he never seemed to feel anything that special towards him. Not only that, Bryce KNEW at the last second, Ohmwrecker looked towards him, although he was also pretty sure that nobody would believe him if he ever said that to anyone. Luke raised an eyebrow as if to say-
“Bryce, are you alright? It sounded like a dick sucking went wrong.” He quickly waved it off once he managed to stop coughing.
“No, no it’s nothing. Wrong hole, that’s all.” Luke did not seem to believe any of that bullshit, yet he turned around to continue watching the match. It appeared that the match had already started and they were throwing punches, kicks, and grabbing at each other with little to no mercy. The two wrestlers were going all out in order to win the championship and everybody loved it. For once, Bryce had his full undivided attention to the fighters and cheered for Jonathan or Delirious in that case. He knew what Delirious had to sacrifice in order to be here today. He gave up his easy life with his friends, family and had to eventually overcome his fear of flying in order to pursue his dreams of having the belt of glory. For that, he gave his friend the highest respect he always deserved.
“Go Delirious, go!”
It turned out the match ended in a close tie according to the officials and they would have to reschedule a new match in the same ring. There were many disappointed people, but Bryce and Luke didn’t seem to care as they were lead towards their friend’s prep room. The guard knocked on the poor, announcing their presence with a quick “come in” from Jonathan. Once they were inside, the wrestler took off his mask in a swift motion and scooped his friends in a bear hug.
“Glad to see you motherfuckers are doing well!” he exclaimed with a genuine laugh.
“I could say the same to you too, brother. It took a bit of convincing but I got Bryce here too and we all know he doesn’t like sweaty people and cramped up rings.” Luke proved his point by Jonathan pretending to pull Bryce to his armpits only using half of his strength to tug him, making the blonde man struggle and yell out,
“Don’t you put your stinky underarms at my face; I can smell it from here! Have you ever heard of a shower?!” Eventually the older man rolled his eyes and let go, taking a seat on a stool, while Bryce acted as if he escaped a gas chamber.
“Aight, man you win for now, better sleep with one eye open though. By the way, I have NO IDEA what this thing is you call ‘a shower’” He winked; Bryce shuddered in disgust, not wanting to think about his friend pranking him in the middle of the night just like the old days. Luke sat down on another chair, sitting back with his arms crossed.
“So Jon, how do you feel about this match and all this tie stuff? I honestly thought you had it right there with that nasty punch you had at the last minute.” Jonathan had a conflicted look on his face, trying to remember what he heard from the judges.
“Well apparently we inflicted equal damage and the same amount of punches, plus the fact that we hadn’t even attempted to go for a pin. I think the judges just want us to fight more or something like that, I wouldn’t know. Man, to be honest this Ohmwrecker guy is the most difficult opponent I have ever faced. He’s just so damn good, but I give respects to him though.” Luke leaned forward in his seat out of interest with Bryce listening with his full attention as well.
“Not that it’s a bad thing to respect your opponents but any reasons why?” Bryce asked,
“You see, I talked with him before the match started. How could I describe it…?” Jonathan narrowed his eyes in concentration, trying to form the words he wanted to say, “This Ohmwrecker guy and I are pretty alike, we don’t show our faces to anyone, and we sure as hell don’t give anything about our lives either. He has his reasons and I have mine.”
Bryce was intrigued to ask more questions about Ohmwrecker, unfortunately out of all times he needed to go.
“Sorry Jon, but have you seen the nearest bathroom?”
Bryce asked his words were rushed. Mother Nature was calling and she wanted him
to hurry his ass up to the nearest urinal. The wrestler pointed down the hall,
but before he could explain, Bryce was already out the door, running.
“Bryce you crazy son of a bitch!” that was the only thing he heard from his friend before he was out of earshot.
He aimlessly walked in the
general direction of where the bathroom was located, he thought maybe, just
maybe he made a slight mistake and should have turned back, but he was already
in far deep in, he was not sure he would have made it in time if he asked
directions. He hastily opened doors left and right, hoping for the best on each
one without any luck. Eventually he opened a door and he heard water running.
He felt blessed as he walked in, he wanted to whoop and holler in delight.
“Take that, Jonathan! I know where I’m going, I’m-oh crap,” he stopped in his tracks and felt his blood run cold.
Right in front of him, was a lone man showering out in the open, but that wasn’t what made Bryce want to retreat. On top of the benches was a mask sitting on top of a grey bag, which contained the Ohm symbol. This was the man who nearly beat the shit out of Jonathan; this was the real Ohmwrecker. He felt like he discovered a secret that should have not been uncovered.
“This Ohmwrecker guy and I are alike, we don’t show our faces to anyone and we sure as hell don’t give anything about our lives either.” Jonathan’s words echoed in his mind.
Bryce was slowly stepping back; his urge to go was pushed off to
the side. He would rather hold his piss for three HOURS than being beaten to a
pulp. Despite his height advantage, he was a noodle compared to this man and
would not stand a chance. The man turned around facing the young blonde eye to
eye, he was clearly upset for obvious reasons, his hazel eyes were narrowed to
a glare as he grabbed a towel to quickly cover himself up from his waist down.
“Give me one good reason why you’re here, and you better not be a goddamn reporter,” he said in a threatening tone. Bryce quickly scrambled to find his words, stuttering out,
“It’s a pretty dumb story, y-you see my friend was the guy you fought i-in your match not that I hate you in fact you’re pretty cool a-and well…I didn’t listen to him when he was telling me direction for the bathroom and, I ended up here.” he could see him coming closer and he quickly muttered a “please don’t hurt me I’m sorry I didn’t know you were there, I won’t tell anyone I swear to go I’m so sorry”, he hoped that he would leave with JUST a bloody nose tonight as he shut his eyes tightly. He felt a strong pair of hands grasp his shoulder tightly, he silently panicked, he was about to kick him in the balls probably.
But instead of pain he felt himself bend down a bit and a pair of lips press against his cheek. He opened his eyes to see the wrestler had flashed him a smile as he slipped on his mask again and began to change while Bryce turned around, trying to comprehend what had happened. He felt his body heat up from embarrassment and the fact that he just got kissed by someone he certainly doesn’t mind. He could feel his lips pull into an awkward smile as he covered it with his hand, and his heart was feeling all weird and fluttery.
Once the man finished putting on his clothes and gave Bryce the
signal to turn around again, he said,
“Bathroom is right next door, nerd lord. I’ll let this little thing slide, but” Bryce had a sense of intimidation when the man’s smooth voice turned cold, “if you dare to tell anyone about my face, I won’t hesitate to punch YOUR pretty face. Promise?"
"I s-swear,” Ohmwrecker patted him on the back which slid down to his bottom, making the younger man flinch in surprise.
“Alright then, I’ll see you soon.” once the man left, Bryce let out a relieved sigh, feeling lucky that he was left alone in one piece and…
“What the heck…?” he checked the back of his pants pocket to reveal a piece of paper what looked to have a phone number and an Ohm symbol as he let out an “Oh no”. He honestly did not know what to feel, he needed some advice and fast and he knew exactly who to talk to.
Right after he finished his business next door.