I tried something different in this chapter and I really hope it works out. It has to, to be honest, because I've already planned for a second video to be "watched" later on. Have fun, lovelies!

Act Twenty-One: take a trip behind the scenes

'This the list?' he inquires, skimming over the paper fleetingly. Seems to be okay. Jojo nods, her curly hair bouncing up and down. 'You fine with these?' This time he looks at the questions one by one to make sure he didn't miss anything.

No, looks pretty decent. 'Nice list you got there. I'm surprised no one asked who is the best fuck or who is the tightest or can I eat your cum,' he laughs, the sound getting stuck in his throat when she doesn't join him. Her delicate mouth is pressed into a thin line before she murmurs disgruntled, 'I didn't put those on there.'

Some people really are plain idiots. He can't imagine what she had to sift through to come up with this for Cyberfights' first behind-the-scenes video with him doing a tiny interview with some of the actors.

Seth has his very own camera man that will follow him around everywhere, a guy named Tyler, and because he appears on screen – more or less – he even got a special outfit from AJ. It's nothing spectacular, but it still makes him feel like a part of the family. He's currently wearing shiny, black and white boots, comfy black pants with a silver chain belt and a crimson red, velvety shirt, black armbands with different sized holes in them and a pendant with a crucifix while Rosa wet his hair – she poured an unnecessary amount of water over his head – to make him look like the other wrestlers.

This could be a magnificent ring gear for someone and Seth is convinced it would fit Jeff perfectly. It's exactly his style. But for now these clothes are entirely his and he's so grateful that the costume department didn't give him only trunks to wear.

'Any specifications on who I am supposed to ask these?' Jojo shakes her head and he's momentarily dazzled by her beautiful hair. Seriously, if he could pull something like her style off, he'd try it out any day. Knowing him, he'd most likely look like a pillow exploded on his head. 'We informed the guys that you'd be coming and if they're in the cafeteria they're okay with it.'

Hopefully Dean didn't bolt as soon as he heard the news because Seth is dying to know some of his answers. Sure, he could confront the man at home but he wants to keep things separated.

'You expect me to chat with them while they're eating?' She smiles at him and turns around to walk away, uttering sweetly, 'It was your idea to do this, so deal with it.' Yes, Ma'am. He'll do his best to make this video good, hoping that it'll become a nice tradition.

'Alright, let's go,' he urges Tyler to stop ogling himself with his phone, dragging the man down to the canteen. To his surprise – and relief – it's half full, so most of the guys don't mind answering questions about their job, no matter how private they might be. Though Jojo made sure to not choose any queries that go blue.

Seth grins when he spots Dean sitting at a table with Roman and Dolph, eating some fish dish with vegetables and a salad, having a great time – even though his brother doesn't seem to be too cheerful. He's still mad at Dean that he ruined the tryouts after excelling them.

Quite frankly, Seth can understand the Samoan. It must be hard that everything he wished for Dean vanished into thin air. That Dean fucked up Roman's big dream or vision for him. What bothers Seth though is following: is it his turn now to sacrifice something so big? Would it even make any sense?

When the heck is Dean ready to talk about them, so Seth finally knows what's up? This state of uncertainty is slowly killing him.

'Ready?' he turns towards Tyler who nods with his million dollar smile and together they head towards the first table with the twins Jimmy and Jey, as well as Tyson and Antonio, breathing calmly through his nose to slip into, well, Gixx, he guesses.

Two days later, he finally managed editing the video. Seth did everything himself, wanting the first BTS interview to be something special, something he and everyone else can be proud of. He saves the end result and sends it to Miz as well as Hunter, anxiously awaiting for their opinions.

Because he has nothing better to do until Dean will come pick him up – the other left earlier to do some much needed grocery shopping, driving back to the apartment to store it all away and get lost in a book while waiting for Seth to text him – he watches the footage one last time.

[PLAY]

Gixx sits down, the list in his hands and a friendly smirk on his lips. Solofa and Samuel mimic it instantly, their happy mood nothing that can be killed easily. 'Shoot, young padawan,' they both say in unison, taking a sip of their soda as if their minds and bodies are one. They couldn't act more like the twins they are.

'First question is very easy,' Gixx replies, the camera showing the amused reactions of all the guys that appear on camera during this interview. 'What's your favorite kind of scene?' Solofa and Samuel look at each other before the older bursts out, 'Definitely ain't the twin stuff, though our fans love it an' we love our fans.'

'We like to prove the other we're better which we can't if we're always shootin' together,' Samuel Fatu explains before he points at their tattoos. 'But we love doin' the Siva Tau since it's our heritage 'n a great way to intimidate our opponents.'

Stardust smiles creepily and lets out a string of words that no one really understands and Gixx is caught by the camera, frowning profoundly, as if he can't quite get why he even tried to talk to the man. He's about to get up and change the table when the athlete decides to talk proper English.

'These are my favorite moments. Being Stardust. I can say whatever comes to my mind, voice it my way and it doesn't even have to make sense.' It never does, but neither Gixx nor the guys sitting next to him – Lawrence Knight, Randall Keith and Leviathan – comment on that.

Their faces though tell their own stories.

'Scenes with physical dominance,' Claudio shares his thoughts next with his thick Swiss accent, flexing his muscles to emphasize his words while the Fatu Twins and Stampede Kid only roll their eyes. 'I like showing off, just like Nemeth over there.' The camera turns to the right, putting the table of Jon Moxley, Leakee and Nick Nemeth in the spotlight and the three men snicker when Nick flips Claudio off.

There is a cut back to Randall who shrugs casually and makes a vague hand gesture. 'I just enjoy hitting people with my RKOs out of nowhere. Wanna know why?' Gixx nods, unintentionally leaning forward curiously. Randall's lips form a mean smirk when he adds, 'It leads to easy sex. No one dares to try and dominate me after those.'

Gixx raises his eyebrows while looking down at his list, evidently not surprised by this answer but not happy with it either. 'Let's move on,' he proposes, tucking a strand of his dripping wet blond patch behind his ear, voice business-like and overly professional.

[FAST FORWARD]

'So, tell us, who do you enjoy working with the most?' Gixx asks eagerly, Leakee smiling kind of exasperatedly. The Samoan points to his left at a Jon Moxley who is devouring his dessert. 'Jon and the Twins even if it's completely fucked up since we're related, but we all know where the other's boundaries are. The shootings with them are always easy-going.'

'Nemeth,' Lawrence Knight speaks up, waving back at the actor's table where Jon Moxley just grabs Leakee's pudding to eat it too. 'He's really good and a lot of fun.' Gixx tears his gaze away from the adjoining table and one Lunatic Fringe, quickly gathering his wits to ask a follow-up question.

'Exceptional in the ring or,' he drawls, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Lawrence chuckles, scratching over his beard, taking a really long time to reply. 'Both, my friend. Both.'

'Anyone who lets me do my thing,' Jon mumbles after swallowing down the rest of Leakee's dessert, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. 'It's hard to find people who can keep up.' The camera lingers on Gixx' face who just looks at the wrestler as if he tries to figure something out.

Since he can't find a solution to his riddle, he walks over to Leviathan to get to know his dream partner. 'Randall, because we're both too thickheaded to give up. We like a good challenge.'

[FAST FORWARD]

Gixx fidgets around with the hem of his shirt, sparing a glance at his little sheet of paper before he grabs Jon's drink and takes a swig as if the other isn't glaring daggers at him for being so blunt and insolent. It's obvious that no one else dares to treat the man like this.

'So, what's your favorite position?'

Nick ties his hair into a ponytail, asking back, 'Sex or wrestling move?' Gixx keeps Jon's bottle in his hands, staring at it as if he's lost in thoughts. Before anyone has the chance to bring him back to reality though, the young man replies, 'Sex.'

The man nods, smiling brightly into the camera. 'For me it's all about the eye contact,' he reveals in a flirting tone. 'Which is why I like every position that allows it. Like Kneeboarding and the Blind Hole. On the job I think I enjoy the Hang Ten the most.'

'Every position where I don't have to look anyone in the face,' Jon rebuffs the question and Gixx shakes his head sternly, telling the man very clearly that this is not an adequate answer. Moxley sighs aggravated and grits out, 'I like hitting it from behind.'

The two-toned kid eyes the man up and down and decides to tug Superman's cape once more. 'So you want to tell me you didn't even enjoy it with Leakee?' Jon peers hard at the interviewer, mouth a thin line, nostrils flaring until his expression changes into something that looks a bit like you just dug your own grave, buddy.

The tension between these two is definitely rising and Gixx is doing nothing to calm the beast he's pissing off. 'I only dig that shit if I fuck people outside of work. Satisfied?' The camera focuses on Gixx, whose lips form a tiny, secretive smile before he clears his throat and takes another sip of the stolen drink.

'Doggy-style,' Primo and Epico agree on one of the most basic sex positions, though they do have something else to add. 'And to make things more interesting we vary between the elevated, twisted and standing styles. What can we say, we're suckers for the classic moves.'

Leviathan laughs, only sharing the joke after he's done being delighted by Gixx' confused glance. 'I don't really have a favorite one. I just like everything where I don't have to do the work.' Randall butts in, interrupting the other's snickering. 'Topping from the bottom is surprisingly relaxing. Especially after a hard match.'

No pun intended, of course.

[FAST FORWARD]

'And now we have here a question that is really interesting,' Gixx announces, eliciting an amused chuckling from all the guys in the room. 'No, that's not what I–,' the kid tries to save it but the damage is already done.

'Who is nothing like their gimmick?' Almost everybody yells at the same time some variation of the name Jon Moxley. There's also a faint The Ascencion shout that gets drowned out by Nick letting Gixx in on a little secret. 'All of the so-called tough guys aren't that tough in real life.'

'I don't know what they're all talking about,' Jon once again contradicts his co-worker, holding up his hands in a defensive manner. Gixx tips against his jaw and waves Moxley over with a tiny twitch of his index finger. Jon follows the movement, leaning over the table casually to listen to the kid whisper, 'Maybe they need a little reminder then.'

A proud grin flashes over the wrestler's face and he licks his lips, not missing the way Gixx' eyes are glued to his mouth. Jon Moxley never had a problem with bewitching someone to the point of charming the pants off them. 'What do you have in mind?'

The kid obviously wasn't prepared for this question and if he was, he didn't make a good job of coming up with a decent answer. Since he suggests a food fight like this is still high school, Jon has no other choice but to burst out laughing.

[FAST FORWARD]

Moxley's boisterous and mocking snickering can be heard throughout the whole next segment and soon Leakee and Nick join him; all the other guys occasionally turning towards them with a knowing grin as if it's nothing new to them that Jon starts some kind of riot.

Gixx tries his best to ignore it though he can't seem to keep his eyes off of the trio. He doesn't look bothered or like he thinks they're making fun of him. It's more of a just wait and see expression he's wearing until he concentrates on his interview again.

'This is one of my favorites,' he says radiantly, beaming at his conversation partners. 'Have you ever dated one of your co-workers?' Solofa immediately shakes his head. 'I have a beautiful wife.' The camera swerves to the counter and a woman can be seen, waving at them and blowing her husband a kiss.

'At one point it just happens,' Kofi Nahaje assures Gixx and everyone else, diving deeper into the topic. 'You hook up after work because it's easy and you already know each other. It usually is nothing big but almost everyone has done it at least once. Don't believe them if they try to deny it.'

'I really haven't,' Solofa swears while the rest of the table snorts. 'I did though,' Samuel Fatu saves his brother, drawing the attention to him. 'Many times.' He sounds not quite proud but it's obvious that the man doesn't regret his affairs either.

'He probably slept with each guy as himself and me, so he'd have twice the fun and the guy thinks he's had twins.' Samuel gently pushes his brother, causing the other to almost fall off the chair while whispering hurriedly, 'Shh, don't reveal the Twin Magic.'

'Definitely,' Stardust assures Gixx, breaking character for a second to beam proudly. 'Until I met my girlfriend. You all may know her as one of our ring announcers.' Eden Stiles, yes, everyone must have already seen her, but people sure didn't pay a lot attention to the woman. Maybe they will now.

Gixx sighs tiredly, asking sullenly, 'You done now?' Jon Moxley raises his hands, trying hard to stop the laughter from bubbling up again. 'Food fight. You're cute.' The two-toned youngster rolls his eyes and asks the current question again.

'My wife at home is gonna hate me for this, but yeah. Once,' Leakee shares his story and for a moment Gixx seems to have lost his words, an uncomfortable silence falling upon them until Moxley breaks it by butting in, 'Some mistakes you only make once.'

The Samoan side-eyes his best friend and the look turns into an exasperated stare. 'Don't listen to him since Mox is dying to make that mistake again.' Everyone can see that this turned personal; Gixx and Nick awkwardly clear their throat, neither of them knowing what to do now.

Then a carrot comes flying into the picture and hits Leakee at the temple. 'Food fight? How cute,' the man retaliates and Gixx quickly moves on since the mood just changed to the worse and he needs to save it somehow.

[FAST FORWARD]

'Don't you think it's unwise to admit that at least half the actors here aren't even homosexual?' Only one man answers this and it's the head of the company himself. 'Not at all,' Triple H states, smiling down at his employee.

'We and especially the guys cater to everybody's needs. What we do entertains our fans and we make sure that we have a little touch of everything. Our followers can choose what they want to watch. You know, it's mostly just all in people's heads, Gixx. Our members come to us to escape the real world, to fulfill their fantasies. As long as we deliver does it really matter how we do it?'

[FAST FORWARD]

'Any tips on how to make a promo look easy?' 'Be yourself,' Leakee instantly shoots back, causing Gixx to frown profoundly. It clearly doesn't make a lot of sense to him to be oneself while playing another character.

Leakee bends forward to explain his statement. 'Most promos are scripted but us actors are allowed to improvise whenever we deem it fit. So, get into your gimmick and think bout what you'd say in that situation. Just keep in mind to be you, even if it's fake.'

Gixx stays silent, trying to fathom what the Samoan said. Jon, of all people, clears this up easily. 'If you don't feel comfortable with your promo, people will see it. It's all about putting on a show, but if you don't pour your very heart into it, it's all in vain.'

'So,' the kid presses on, 'be yourself but stay in character?' He's clearly confused by all of this. Moxley nods, playing around with the carrot he threw at his friend earlier. 'Why do you think most of us portray someone who is almost identical to our true self? Or at least we got some traits in common.'

Gixx seems to think about this, suddenly remembering something. 'What about Stardust? He sure–' 'Some people are just great actors,' said man shouts through the dining room, holding out his arms as if to embrace the whole world. Gixx waves back at him, bowing his head gratefully. He doesn't get up to ask for more advices and instead stays where he obviously feels the most comfortable.

'Any of you actually have an acting career?' Leakee snorts while Jon huffs out a laugh. 'Like we need one.' It would seem that some people really are just naturally gifted.

'No, kiddo, we're all wrestlers who enjoy the second most wonderful pastime in the world.' That seems legit enough. Completely out of the blue, Jon grabs Gixx around the wrist to keep him in his seat. He's so fast that even Nick Nemeth – who sits right next to the boy – flinches.

'Now it's your turn, buddy,' the man says with a predatory grin on his face but Gixx doesn't seem too unsettled. Yet. 'You get one question, Johnny-boy.' The grin turns feral and Nick as well as Leakee decide simultaneously to stay out of this by pushing their chairs to the side.

'I like it when they talk back,' Moxley mutters before he asks loud enough for the whole room to hear – and everyone turns towards them to catch Gixx' answer –, 'What's your biggest kink?' Now the kid starts to get slightly nervous, not quite happy with all the attention he gets.

It takes him a while to admit, 'Double penetration.' Loud cheers erupt and Nick claps Gixx on the back, almost sending his head flying to the table. Jon stares at his fellow wrestler disapprovingly, unhappy that someone is touching what he already marked as his.

He lets the matter go though – at least for now – since it's more important to him to be in his own little world; together with Gixx, of course. 'We'll work on that,' he promises, not letting on if he means that he'll help the kid let that fantasy come true or if they'll improve the kink list.

No matter what it is, Gixx can't take his eyes off of Moxley, licking over his lips multiple times, unable to move on to the last question of the day. So Nick flicks his fingers in front of the youngsters face, pointing at the sheet of paper before him with a wink.

Gixx coughs and looks down, reading the sentence with a hoarse voice. 'How do you stayed turned on and keep wrestling?' Leakee takes it upon himself to answer first, since Jon and the kid resume to stare at each other. It's only now that Moxley releases his grip on the other's wrist.

'Usually, we don't shoot the match and the sex in one go. Most times we don't even do it on the same day. Depends on the actors.' Gixx finally finds the strength to break free, running a shaky hand through his wet hair and playing around with the crucifix around his neck. 'Except if the actors want to.'

Everyone realizes that Gixx is hinting at something specific; something Leakee isn't too chipper about. 'There are certain people who love to break the rules and do that, yeah.'

The bounciness is back and the kid taps his finger on the paper in front of him, repeating his question, 'And how do they do it?' The Samoan swallows, his patience clearly coming to an end, before he turns to his best friend. 'Why don't you ask Cyberfights' prime example for that?'

Jon empties the rest of his drink as if he has all the time in the world. 'Pretty easy, so listen up, Gixxie. There are exactly three ways to keep the boner. One: you're young enough to stay horny all day long. Sound familiar?' Gixx only breathes in deeply, not even bothering to address that, so Moxley moves on.

'Two: you take the little, blue pills. No shame in that. And three, which is my favorite: you just go with the flow. I think I remember someone once said that wrestling can be very erotic, if executed correctly and he was right. It's like a nice, long foreplay for the mind and body alike.'

Leakee clicks his tongue, shooting his friend a warning glance. 'Like I said, that's pretty unusual though. We always want to make sure our employees are comfortable and well rested. It's really rare that we allow the shooting of both acts on the same day.'

Gixx nods slowly, rubbing over his eyes as if something bothers him – and a closer look reveals that he's wearing contact lenses. 'What about the Viagra part. That true?'

Jon casually drapes his arm around Leakee's shoulder, staying silent for now. So Nick clears this matter up for him. 'No one here has needed it yet. If someone can't get it up on point – which happens more than people are aware of; after all, we're just humans – we have ways to do something about it.'

'Like what?' Gixx probes some more, cheeks slightly flushed and somehow his youth shows so much in this moment. Nick huffs, patting him on the head patronizingly. 'Wait for it, greenie. So, if you just can't get a boner, for whatever reason, then there's always the next day to shoot things. But the guys here are very helpful, if you know what I mean.'

This doesn't answer Gixx' question though, so Solofa leans over to tap him on the shoulder and finally give the kid some peace of mind. 'We have fleshlights and all kinds of toys; sometimes we resort to mutual masturbation or we let our wives and partners help us if they too work here.'

'We done?' Leakee looks at his watch, pushing his chair back to get up. 'Cause we actually have to get it up now.' Gixx shakes his head, relieved that everything is over. 'No, that's it. At least until people ask for more.'

Jon Moxley follows his friend but instead of putting his tray away, he sits on the table right in front of Gixx, his feet trapping the kid in between the chair and himself. 'You mean nosy people like you. Kiddo, you know that curiosity killed the cat. Have I told you already that you look smokin' hot today?'

'We're so not putting that into the video,' Gixx replies flustered, attempting to free himself but Jon's a lot stronger than the boy. 'Oh, but we will,' the man replies cheekily, taking pity on his prisoner and letting him go. Gixx makes a run for it after refraining from punching Mox in the face.

'Isn't he hot? And I don't just mean in the barely legal, I wanna tap that ass kinda way,' Jon muses, looking after his companion before he grins into the camera and warns the entire world that they better keep their hands off Gixx. 'He's mine.'

[STOP]

All in all, the video looks good to him, even though he'd have cut out every interaction he and Dean had that bordered on aggressive flirting, but Miz forbid him to do it, calling them a dream team in front of the camera. Seth is a bit afraid of how the Cyberfights universe will react to this.

It's also a mystery to him how he has been able to deal with this the whole time without his head or dick exploding, but he definitely craves more.