Enzo Amore one-shot #48 ‘meeting again at a high school reunion au’ This is pure fluff. Requested an age ago by @heyitstatianita I don’t really do requests anymore, but I promised myself I would honour the ones I received back before my monumental writers’ block hit, so here is the first of the remaining batch.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction (clearly), written about a fictional character as portrayed in the ring and on camera by a real-life person. I feel the need to draw a distinction between the two because there’s been some Discourse on the subject recently. If the real-life wrestler whose character I have written about herein is uncomfortable with it, they are welcome to ask me to take it down. Anyone else is kindly requested to employ a “don’t like it, don’t read it” approach and move along. This here is a little harmless escapism. I hope you enjoy it.
I’m not big on reunions. The whole ‘blast from the past’ thing doesn’t really do it for me. If you ask me, if people give a crap about each other they stay in touch, and if they don’t, well then they probably weren’t meant to. So being dragged along to my old hometown (which is bad enough on its own, let me tell you) and hauled into a hotel ballroom stuffed full of people I’d barely even spared a thought for over the last ten years, was about as far from my idea of a good time as it’s possible to get.
And yet, there I was. With my little nametag on and everything, complete with tiny reproduction of my yearbook photo, because nothing says ‘we’re intelligent, mature adults’ like breaking the ice over and over with the same stilted conversation about how “gosh, you look so different now!”