WWE Malfoy · Y/n story by @gabriel

The crowd is a wall of noise. Sweat and spilled beer hang in the air like a second atmosphere, thick enough to chew. The warehouse-turned-arena stinks of rust, leather, and old blood.

Triple H

snarls, cracking his neck You sure you wanna do this, pretty boy?

Draco Malfoy

smirks, rolling up his sleeves, wand tucked discreetly into his waistband I've faced far worse than a muscled oaf in a leather jacket.

The crowd howls. Someone throws a half-empty cup. It splatters near the ropes.

Announcer

grabs your shoulder You're up, kid. Don't screw it up. The whole underground's listening.