Chapter 2: A Fated Meeting?

Yuuri blinked a few times, shock evident on his face. Was THE Viktor Nikiforov talking to him? The five-time world heavyweight champion that Yuuri has been watching since the start of 9th grade, dreaming of the day when he might tag team with him or even wrestle against him, was really talking to him?

Pichit nudged his friend, causing Yuuri to come back to the real world.

"S.. sure," Yuuri stuttered out. He looked over at Pichit, who gave him a small smile and a quick nod.

The pair stood up and recreated the last few moments of the match where Yuuri got him into the Hatsetsu Sunset. He held the submission maneuver for a few seconds longer than normal, but not too tight so as it would make Pichit actually tap.

Yuuri detached himself from Pichit as Viktor climbed into the ring.

"I've seen a few modified Octopus Stretches in my day, but nothing like that," Viktor said, placing a thoughtful forefinger on his chin. "How'd you think to modify it like that?"

"Well…" Yuuri started, clearing his throat while trying to subtly shake his nerves. Was he really discussing HIS submission move with THE Viktor Nikiforov? "I knew that with my small frame, normal finishing moves wouldn't really work, but I've always admired submission specialists. The easiest to modify and truly make my own was the Octopus Stretch. A few adjustments to placement of the hands and bottom leg, and you have a modified Octopus that focuses on putting more stress on my competitor's back and shoulders."

"Interesting…" Viktor was lost in thought before snapping his fingers, a wide smile gracing his face. "Would you mind putting me in it? I'd very much like to see first hand the effect of this maneuver."

Yuuri silently gulped before nodding.

Pichit made his way outside the ring while Viktor took his place.

Viktor took this chance to really take Yuuri in. He was a few inches shorter than he was and not very muscular like he was, but Vikctor couldn't help but think that Yuuri was quite cute. Especially with his face flushed red from his previous match with his friend, and possibly from blushing too. (At least, that's what Viktor hoped.)

He looked Yuuri straight in the eyes. "So, how shall we set this up?"

"Ummmm…" Yuuri rubbed the back of his neck. "This move is easy to enter into from any way, really…"

Viktor nodded. "Shall we start with a lock up and go from there?"

Yuuri shook his head in agreement. It was not long after the initial lock up that Yuuri found his opening to apply his submission move on Viktor.

Viktor was arched forward after Yuuri kicked him in his stomach. Yuuri jumped slightly, allowing himself to wrap his right leg around Viktor's left while swinging his right leg over Viktor's head. Yuuri grabbed Viktor's right arm with his left hand, pulling it back as his right arm came forward to the front of Viktor's right shoulder to wrap around it. Yuuri applied some pressure on Viktor's shoulder as he gently tweaked Viktor's shoulder back. It wasn't but a few seconds later when he felt Viktor's hand tapping out on his thigh.

Yuuri immediately detached himself from Viktor and took a few steps back to lean against the ring ropes. Viktor sat on his knees, breathing heavily. He looked up at Yuuri, a smirk growing on his face.

"My, my, that move can be deadly."

He chuckled as he stood and approached Yuuri. Viktor extended his hand towards Yuuri, causing the shorter man to look up at him almost in shock.

"Viktor Nikiforov," he said with a genuine smile on his face.

Yuuri hesitantly took Viktor's hand and shook it.

"Yuuri Katsuki."

Viktor's grip tightened as his eyes grew a little bit wider.

"You're the developmental that was moved up to main recently, right?"

Yuuri was taken aback by Viktor's enthusiasm. Yuuri could only nod.

"I've been looking forward to meeting you since I heard you were being moved up. You gained quite the reputation in developmentals, Yuuri."

Was Yuuri dreaming? Did Viktor really mean that? Was he really that excited to meet the newbie to the main roster?

"VIKTOR!"

Both he and Yuuri turned to see a man Yuuri recognized as Yakov Feltsman. The man that trained and managed Viktor during his early years in the IWA. Yakov hasn't been on live programing since Viktor won his first title two years ago, instead choosing to stay as just a trainer.

Yakov himself is a wrestling legend with the IWA, winning numerous world and tag team championships back in the late 80s and early 90s before he had to retire from in-ring competition due to a severe back injury.

"Yakov!" Viktor grinned at his former manager. "What brings you here?"

"My nephew," Yakov said as he pointed to a ring across the room from them. Inside that ring was one of the trainers and a young boy, probably no older than 20, training. He had blond hair pulled back into a small ponytail with bangs pulled and pinned to the right side of his face.

Viktor stepped away from Yuuri and looked closely at the boy training a few rings away from them.

"The little tiger! It's been years since I last saw him."

Viktor turned towards Yuuri and excused himself, thanking him for giving up some practice time to show him Yuuri's submission move.

"Anytime," Yuuri said while shyly turning away from him and joining Pichit as Viktor and Yakov made their way to the ring where the blond boy was at.

"I didn't know Yakov had a nephew," Pichit said.

"Not many do," Yuuri said. "He's the son of Yakov's youngest sister. She briefly had a stint in IWA in the 90s before leaving. I'm guessing it was because of that boy over there."

Yuuri and Pichit watched as Viktor greeted the "little tiger" as he put it. Yuuri didn't know much about him, but knowing that his mother was IWA superstars and uncle a legend, this boy would go through developmental only to make sure he was ready for the main roster. He'd be on tv within a year. That irked Yuuri a little, but he knew that's how the business was. If you were related to a legend, you'd get perks as a second/third generation superstar.

Yuuri looked at Pichit and sighed. "Guess it's time to hit the showers for the day."

"I don't need to go through developmental, uncle," the blond boy told Yakov for the umpthteenth time. "I am second generation, I've been training for years. I'm ready for the main roster."

"Yuri," Yakov said in his stern voice, "there is no negotiating around it. You have to go through one year in IWAD before moving up. You're only 20 years old, and hot-headed. One wrong move and that's the end of your career and possibly your opponent's."

Yuri crossed his arms and grumbled. Viktor smiled at him. "Don't worry Yuri, there'll be plenty of things you'll learn while in developmental. Plus,..."

"There's nothing I can't learn in developmental!" Yuri interrupted. "I've been training since I can remember. Wrestling is in my blood. I can and will achieve things that my mother and uncle never did. I can't do that in developmental!"

Yakov smacked Yuri on the back of the head.

"Keep up this bad attitude and you'll never make it to main even anything!"

Yuri shot daggers at his uncle.

Viktor put his hand on Yuri's shoulder. "Give it a year, Yuri. By then, you can move up and prove to the world how well you can steal the audience's attention." Viktor's voice turned icy as he continued. "But, if you can't do it in developmental, IWA won't was any time on a self-righteous second gen superstar."

Yuri narrowed his eyes at Viktor before he saw black hair in his line of sight. He knew that mop of hair anywhere.

He stepped away from Viktor and leaned against the ropes.

"Hey you!"

The two men stopped and looked at him.

"Yuuri Katsuki. You shouldn't get too comfortable on the main roster. I'll be the only Yuri everyone will know and care about very soon. There's only room for one Yuri in this business, and that's me."

Yuuri froze. This guy knew his name?

'I guess he would know me if he was going into developmental soon.'

"Just count your blessings that you won't have to face me just yet," Yuri scolded at Yuuri.

Yakov came and pulled Yuri away from the ropes, scolding him for his words. Viktor chuckled and walked to the ropes.

"Well, this is an interesting turn of events. There are two active wrestlers with the name Yuri. I guess one of you will just have to go by a nickname, then…"

He looked at both Yuuri and Yuri before pointing at the younger wrestler.

"From now on, I shall call you Yurio!"

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh!"

A/N: Finally got the courage to write a second chapter! Didn't think Yakov and Yurio would make an appearance, but the characters basically took over. Also, I'm a HUGE Victuuri shipper, so slowly Viktor and Yuuri will become a thing. Whether or not it'll become their character thing or a personal life thing, I haven't decided yet.

If you like this, please leave a review or favorite/follow it! I guess the only reason why I hesitate with this is because this story is more of a personal idea that I got and still am doubtful that anyone wants to read this.

Well, until next update!