How Could I Fix a Match I Didn’t Join

Summary

The glory of the World Championship win had barely settled when a man I once refused to sign stormed up to me, eyes burning with hatred. Surrounded by reporters, he angrily accused me of match-fixing.

“If you hadn’t taken dirty money and undercut me, I’d be holding that trophy!” he shouted, yanking up his sweatpants to reveal a carbon-fiber prosthetic leg.

The reporters erupted. Flashbulbs exploded as they shouted, “You belong in prison!”

I raised my hands. “This is a misunderstanding.”