Backstage, SmackDown

Mystery Disciple's POV

I arrive to the arena early like I did on RAW this past Monday and I head towards the GM office. One unfortunate thing about being so tall is that I have to look down constantly or I'll knock someone over. Believe it or not, it's a frequent occurrence. At least in my experience, it is. When I get to the office, I notice that the door is unlocked even though the lights are off. After thinking for about zero seconds, I open the door and enter the room, closing the big slab with a knob gently behind me. Due to years of practice, I am able to carefully navigate my way through the dark room and to the chair farthest from the door. It's across from the GM's desk, all the way to the left from the door, and has a long bookshelf on its left. The room itself gives off a principal's office vibe just by its appearance. And just like a principal's office, the chairs are super uncomfortable.

Me: Fuckin' hell.

I grumble to myself as I try to adjust and get comfortable. Eventually, I do find a sweet spot that allows me to sit both comfortably and menacingly. Like on Monday, I'm dressed in my gear already, only instead of the Winter Soldier mask, I'm using a Noob Saibot mask.

The mask itself is actually part of a helmet, which is mostly covered up by the black hood. The mask covers my face almost entirely and I have contacts in my eyes that make them look like they are all white. I have black war paint on the skin around my eyes and my eyelids, which are not covered by the mask, and it makes me look like the eldest Sub-Zero's resurrected form. As for the rest of my attire, it's the exact same as Monday's; same hood, same jacket, same gear. It's all the same as the stuff I used on RAW. While I'm waiting for Shane to come into his office and to go over the plan for tonight with him, thoughts of Lexi run through my mind briefly.

"What's the matter, Lex? Don't recognize me?"

Thank the Lord for the voice disguisers in my masks. My accent would've been a dead giveaway. I could've revealed myself, but I want the Mystery Disciple's identity to remain, well, a mystery. Not knowing who I am must be eating Lexi up right now.

RAW Live Event

3rd Person POV

Lexi: Who is the Mystery Disciple!?! It's gotta be someone close to Undertaker.

While the Five Feet of Fury runs through the possibilities of who the Mystery Disciple could be, Bray looks on and smiles. He pulls out his phone and secretly records her thinking out loud. Once he ends the video, he sends it to a good friend of his.

GM's Office, SmackDown

Mystery Disciple's POV

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I check to see who texted me and discover that it's a video from Bray. The video showed Lexi basically yelling at herself and thinking out loud. Once I finish the video, I get another text from Bray.

Bray: She's freaking out, Caleb. She keeps repeating "I swear I know who he is. It's not what he said, it's the words he chose to say!"

Me: She'll get over it.

Bray: How's it going on SmackDown?

Me: Same as on RAW.

Bray: You're hiding in the darkness, aren't you?

Me: Shane should've locked his door.

Bray: My match is up next. I'll talk to you later.

Me: Talk to ya then.

An hour or so goes by. I can hear everyone moving around and preparing for their segments, matches, promos, etc. Then, I get a call from Shane. Looks like I'm Mr. Popular today.

Me: Hello?

Shane: Are you in position?

Me: If you mean in your office, then yes.

Shane: Good. We talked about Phase One of what you're doing tonight last night, so you know what you're doing, right?

Me: As far as you know.

Shane: Caleb, wait! What do you mea-?

Me: Bye bye.

I hang up, shut my phone off, lean back, cross my arms over my chest, and shut my eyes. Another hour of quiet and darkness goes by when the door suddenly swings open and someone walks in. Judging by their pace and the sound of their shoes when they were coming down the hall, it's an anxious yet surprisingly cheerful woman. Whoever she is, she isn't alone. My guess is that she's being followed by a camera guy.

Anxious yet surprisingly cheerful woman: Hey Shane! Ruby said you needed to...talk to me?

I recognize that voice. It's the voice of the one and only Gionna Daddio aka Liv Morgan. No one yells like she does, even when she stops and realizes that the room is dark and empty. As far as she knows at least. She looks around the dark office, the open door providing some light and the flashlight on her phone providing just enough light for her to be able to see what's in front of her. Neither light reaches the dark corner I'm sitting in. She snoops around the office, primarily around the desk and the small bookshelf against the right wall of the office, next to the desk. The camera guy subtly gives the door a little push, causing the heavy door to slam shut. Gionna jumps at the sound and begins to turn towards it. As soon as the door slammed shut, my eyes shot open. The Problem Child of WWE continues to turn in my direction as I stand up completely and move closer. She finally turns around and drops her phone, her hands moving up to her mouth to keep herself from screaming as her eyes lock onto my own, my body becoming slightly visible in the darkness due to her phone's light.

Me: Hello there, Ms. Morgan.

Her hands drop from her mouth and move down to her side, my appearance and disguised voice causing her to shiver with fear. My voice disguisers in my masks make my voice sound like the dark ninja my current mask is based off of.

Liv: W-Who are you? W-Why are you here?

Me: Who I am does not matter. No one cared who I was until I put on the mask. For now, you may call me "M." As for why I'm here: I have come for you, Ms. Morgan.

Liv: Me? Why me?

Me: There is a darkness in you, Ms. Morgan. Yet, it goes unused. I cannot allow such potential to go to waste.

Liv: So you're here to kidnap me?

Me: No. This is merely an invitation. Until next time, Ms. Morgan.

Gionna's POV

"M": This is merely an invitation. Until next time, Ms. Morgan.

His right hand came up to the edge of his hood and makes a small, two finger salute. As soon as he finished the salute, the light from my phone shut off. The lights suddenly came on and he was gone. One of the nearby producers shouts "cut," but "M" doesn't come back inside the room. I leave the office and find him leaning against a wall, arms crossed and looking down.

Me: Hey!

He looks up at me and straightens up a bit. I run over to him and talk to him.

Me: You're the guy from RAW, right?

"M": I am.

Me: Have they told you what show you're going to?

"M": I go wherever I am needed.

Me: Do you ever take the mask off?

"M": Occasionally.

Me: Can you take it off right now?

"M": I can.

He continues to stand in his position, not moving a muscle. I stare at him and wait for the unmasking, but it never happens.

Me: Well? Are you gonna take the mask off or not?

"M": I am not.

Me: But you said you would.

"M": I said I can, not that I will.

I stare blankly as I mentally rewind. My face contorts into one of anger as my words bite me once again. Suddenly, I hear an unusual sound. It sounds like laughter. I look up and see that it's "M" that's chuckling. Despite the dark, evil, unnatural sound of his laughter, it makes me smile. It's practically contagious as I find myself laughing alongside him.

"M": You are unlike most, Ms. Morgan.

Me: Look who's talking.

"M": You make a good point, Ms. Morgan.

Me: You don't have to keep calling me that.

"M": As you wish.

There's something in the way that he talks that makes him seem so familiar. I swear I know the person beneath "M". Or I'm strangely comfortable around him. Either way, it's weird. And I'm going to find out why.

"M": I must get going.

Me: You're leaving already?

"M": I am needed elsewhere. Until next time, Gionna.

I smile while he walks away. Before he gets too far, I realize that he called me by my real name. I never told him my real name! How does he know it!?

Me: How do you know my name!?

"M" just chuckles to himself before saying "I have my ways" and rounding a corner and disappearing. This guy is so...odd. There's just one thing I want to know though: WHO THE FUCK IS HE!?!?!

Timeskip

In the ring

3rd Person POV

A grueling massacre takes place in the ring, as Nia Jax throws Liv around like a rag doll. Despite the size, weight, and strength differences, the Problem Child managed to fight back every now and then, but her strength is fading with each hit and throw. After tossing Morgan like a rag doll, Nia grabs onto the smaller woman's hair as she attempted to stand, and berates her.

Nia: You don't deserve to be here! You're worthless, Morgan!! Worthless!!!

Liv manages to escape Nia's grasp and to the corner but has little time to recuperate. Nia charges and, thanks to her quick thinking, Liv ducks out of the way. The large Samoan woman crashes into the corner hard, all the air in her lungs suddenly driven out by the impact. Nia slowly turns from the corner and uses the ropes for support. Unfortunately for the Irresistible Force, Liv is running right for her after already bouncing off of the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. Morgan manages to hit an ObLIVion on Jax and get the win. Before Liv can celebrate her victory, King Corbin comes down to the ring with a microphone in his hand.

Corbin: Y'know...Y'know she wasn't wrong. You don't deserve to be here, Liv. So get up and go back to Hooters where you belong, you stupid high school dropout!

Liv crawls to the corner and sits there, tears slowly falling from her eyes as Corbin and Nia's words combine and cut deep. Corbin, now standing in the ring, continues to order and berate the crying woman to leave the ring before deciding to remove her himself. The lights shut off abruptly before he can approach her. From the darkness, "Requiem" by Avenged Sevenfold and a familiar mystery man emerge.

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Undertaker's Greatest Disciple's white eyes pierce the darkness as he marches his way down to the ring. After entering the same way he did on RAW earlier in the week, the hooded, masked man stares through King Corbin.

Corbin: Who do you think you are!? Huh!?! Who do you think you are!?! You trying to defend her!? She's nothing!!!

"M" doesn't respond. His silent and menacing presence sends chills through everyone's spines. The unnerving silence causes Nia and Shayna to quickly head back to the backstage area. "M" stands still, staring into the darkest depths of the King's soul. Corbin has enough and rushes him only to be caught in the same grasp McIntyre found himself in on RAW. "M" lifts him by his throat and does the same thing he had done to Drew to Corbin, except this time he speaks.

"M": You are a king no longer.

The Greatest Disciple continues to stare into Corbin's eyes until they slowly shut and the now dethroned King's body goes limp. "M" drops him as if he is an old, broken toy before he walks over to the corner Liv is cowering in, crouches down, and reaches his hand out for Liv to take. Just by looking at his eyes, Liv can tell he is here to help her and can be trusted. She stops trying to flee from him and begins to welcome his presence.

"M": Hello there once again, Ms. Morgan. You do not belong on the ground. You belong with me.

She stares blankly, clearly in thought, then nods a few times and takes his hand. "M" pulls her up and into a bridal carry, then leaves the ring and carries her backstage. Something about the way he's holding her and his presence felt familiar to the much smaller woman. Who it reminded her of, she couldn't figure out, but she makes a mental vow to find out the secret hidden beneath the dark mask.

End of chapter