After his conversation with Logan Kenway, Y/N stood there for a moment, letting everything sink in. Meeting someone as revered as Logan, coupled with the earlier interaction with Cora and Bron, had his mind racing. He took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering nerves. This night was meant to prepare him for his first big match next week, and every interaction felt like a new layer to the pressure building on his shoulders.

As Y/N turned to head back to his spot by the ring, he almost bumped into Shawn Michaels, the legendary figure who now had a significant role in guiding the future of NXT.

Shawn Michaels: (with a warm smile) “You doing okay, kid? It looks like you’ve been through the wringer tonight.”

Y/N straightened up, trying to appear composed in front of one of the most respected figures in the business.

Y/N: “Yeah, just... a lot to take in. First match is coming up, and I want to make sure I’m ready.”

Shawn nodded, understanding exactly what Y/N was going through.

Shawn Michaels: “That’s natural. Everyone feels the pressure before their first big match. But remember, it’s not just about winning or losing—it’s about making an impact. You’ve got the talent, and from what I hear, you’ve got the drive. Just make sure to channel that energy the right way.”

Y/N appreciated the advice, nodding along.

Y/N: “Thank you, Shawn. I won’t let you down.”

Shawn patted him on the shoulder and gave a reassuring smile before heading off to oversee the rest of the show. Y/N felt a bit lighter after the exchange, but there was still an undercurrent of tension. It wasn’t just about his performance; there were other dynamics at play—like whatever was going on with Bron.

As Y/N made his way back to his seat, he couldn’t help but replay the earlier conversation with Cora. Bron Breakker had seemed off, and Y/N wasn’t sure if it was just pre-match jitters or something more. As he took a sip of his coffee, he noticed that Bron’s match against Trick Williams was up next. Y/N decided to pay close attention, wondering if he’d pick up on anything that might explain Bron’s behavior.

The match was intense, with Bron showcasing his raw power and Trick Williams using his agility and smarts to stay in the fight. Despite the tension Y/N felt earlier, he couldn’t help but admire Bron’s athleticism and tenacity. The crowd was fully behind Bron, especially when he executed his signature moves with precision. Eventually, Bron secured the win with his devastating spear, and the crowd erupted in cheers.

As Bron celebrated, Y/N observed closely, but there was no sign of the earlier irritation that had been apparent backstage. Bron was all business in the ring, focused and dominant. Y/N felt a mix of relief and confusion—maybe he had misread the situation, or perhaps Bron was just in his zone now.

After the match, Y/N decided to head back to the locker room area, hoping to catch Bron and maybe clear the air. As he approached the area, he saw **Cora Jade** standing near the entrance, looking concerned.

Cora Jade: (spotting Y/N) “Hey, did you see Bron’s match?”

Y/N: “Yeah, he was great out there. What’s up? You seem worried.”

Cora bit her lip, glancing towards the locker room.

Cora Jade: “He’s... I don’t know, Y/N. He’s been distant all night. I thought it was just pre-match nerves, but now... I’m not so sure. Maybe you should talk to him?”

Y/N hesitated. He wasn’t sure if he was the right person to step into whatever was going on with Bron, especially since they barely knew each other. But Cora’s concern was genuine, and Y/N felt a sense of responsibility—if there was something he could do, he should at least try.

Y/N: “Alright, I’ll see what I can do.”

He walked into the locker room, finding Bron sitting on a bench, towel draped over his shoulders, staring at the ground. Y/N approached cautiously, not wanting to startle him.

Y/N: “Hey, Bron. That was a hell of a match out there.”

Bron looked up, his expression unreadable at first, but then he managed a small smile.

Bron Breakker: “Thanks, man. You catch it all?”

Y/N: “Yeah, you were in the zone. But... Cora’s worried about you. She said you’ve been a bit off tonight. Is everything alright?”

Bron sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as if trying to shake off whatever was bothering him.

Bron Breakker: “It’s nothing, really. Just a lot on my mind. I guess I’ve been in my head too much, and it’s messing with me. Nothing personal, man.”

Y/N nodded, understanding how the pressure of the business could weigh heavily, especially with the expectations placed on someone like Bron.

Y/N: “I get it. If you ever need to talk or blow off some steam, I’m here. We’re all in this together, right?”

Bron seemed to appreciate the gesture, his posture relaxing slightly.

Bron Breakker: “Thanks, Y/N. I guess I’ve just been feeling the pressure to keep pushing forward, to not let anyone down. Cora’s been great, but sometimes I think I need to shoulder more of it on my own.”

Y/N: “No shame in sharing the load, man. We’re all here to succeed, but it doesn’t mean we have to do it alone.”

Bron looked at Y/N for a moment, then nodded, the tension easing.

Bron Breakker: “You’re right. I appreciate you checking in. And don’t worry about next week—you’re gonna crush it.”

Y/N smiled, feeling a sense of camaraderie building between them.

Y/N: “Thanks, Bron. Let’s keep pushing each other to be better.”

As Y/N turned to leave, he felt a lot better about the situation. It seemed like Bron was just dealing with the same pressures everyone in their position faced, and it wasn’t something personal against him. With that weight off his shoulders, Y/N felt more ready than ever for his first match. He knew he had the support of some good people, and that made all the difference.