Handpicked By Mr. McMahon

Thanks go out to Soul Controller for not only beta-reading this story for me but also providing the gifs used throughout!

“Not to brag or anything, but I’ve got a meeting with the boss in an hour,” Austin Theory started, absolutely aware of the fact that he really was bragging. “Apparently he handpicked me for a new main event storyline. Can you believe it? I’ve only been on the main roster for a month and I’m already one of Vince McMahon’s favourites!” This kind of self-indulgent gushing wasn’t exactly out of character for the twenty-four year old professional wrestler, although his audience was less enthusiastic about his rise to moderate success than he himself was. In that month, he had already caused quite the stir in the WWE locker room for his brash attitude and casual disrespect towards the company veterans, but he seemed either unconcerned or oblivious to his reputation.

It had been two of those locker room veterans whose conversation he had interrupted in order to share his good news: the Irish-born Finn Bálor, whose hard abs and notable bulge had taken Gay Twitter by storm for several years, and Sami Zayn, a Syrian-Canadian with a thicker build and wild red hair. The two men had worked their asses off for over two decades in order to build their reputations as two of the very best in the professional wrestling industry, and yet they often found themselves going weeks without a match or any meaningful appearance on TV. Was it any surprise that they were displeased by the fact that some arrogant kid had come in, snatched up opportunities and had the gall to gloat to their faces?

True to form, Austin didn’t seem to notice that the two men hadn’t immediately showered him with congratulations. Indeed, they hadn’t done anything at all except glance at each other and raise their eyebrows. Those simple gestures were a whole conversation to the two old friends: Who the hell does he think he is? Their silent exchange went completely above the head of Austin, who was already continuing with his excited exclamations: “You know, rumour has it he sees me as the future of the company which: woah. That’s awesome, right? I could be a world champion before I turn twenty-five! Maybe I’ll even have a shot at main eventing WrestleMania next year!”

“Wow, that’s crazy,” Bálor remarked, putting as little effort as possible into sounding enthusiastic. It hardly mattered, as both he and Zayn knew that their words were nothing but background noise to someone like Austin Theory. The younger man only ever cared to hear himself. He was narcissistic to an almost impressive degree and Bálor was confident that one day (perhaps sooner than anyone anticipated) that narcissism would land Austin into some hot water. He only hoped that he could be there to enjoy the spectacle of the kid’s ego being torn to shreds; it sounded like the most entertaining thing he could possibly witness.

“Must be hard getting left in the dust by someone fresh on the main roster like me, huh?” Austin remarked, an unwavering smirk settling onto his face to perfectly match his arrogant remark. “I suppose that’s just what happens when you get old! Hey, at least they keep you around to help give us young studs an easy win. It’s a fine service that you do!” As if his words didn’t do enough damage, he even clapped both men on the shoulder in a manner that was near impossible to see as anything other than condescending.

Bálor glowered in response to the insulting behaviour, but it was the more diplomatic Sami Zayn who spoke first: “Just remember to stay cautious with Mr. McMahon. He’s known to be a little… slippery.” There was truth to the statement too; Austin was hardly the first to be promised a storyline with the boss and many of those who had come before him still weren’t in the top positions they thought they would be. For a few weeks back in 2016, it had been Finn himsel who was the apple to McMahon’s eye! But unfortunately for the Irish hunk, this didn’t last long as he was tossed aside as soon as he got injured in a match. Sami wasn’t even sure that the boss even knew who he was, but he was quite alright with that given everything he’d heard about the eccentric billionaire from his peers in the locker room.

Despite the sincerity of Sami’s warning though, the brash youngster’s expression darkened immediately. “Sounds like someone’s just jealous,” he bit back, glaring between the two locker room veterans. “You both are. Whatever, you’re not gonna talk me into screwing myself out of this opportunity. Catch you later, losers.” With that, Austin barreled past the oler professional wrestlers, deliberately bumping shoulders with them as he did so and not bothering to hide his disgruntled muttering from their ears.

The two veterans watched him storm away with differing reactions: Sami felt pity towards the narrow-minded youth who he knew would end up being manipulated and used by their maniacal boss, whereas Bálor was excited to see how exactly things would go wrong for the latest golden boy. Once the aggravated Austin Theory was completely out of sight, Sami and Finn shared a brief knowing look that silently communicated everything it needed to: just another crazy day backstage in the WWE!

Not even two of the most experienced wrestlers on the roster could predict just how “crazy” that particular day was going to be though…

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“I’ve gotta say, sir, it’s an honor to have the opportunity to work with you,” Austin gushed, still amazed by his luck. No, he wasn’t sitting across from the legendary Vince McMahon because of luck. He had absolutely earned this opportunity due to his hard work in both the wrestling ring and the gym. He had done everything to make himself desirable as the next top WWE superstar and his efforts were finally about to pay off! It didn’t matter what any of those jealous has-beens in the locker room thought, the only person whose opinion mattered was the WWE Chairman’s and judging by the friendly greeting he had received upon entering McMahon’s office, Austin already felt confident that he had the wrestling legend’s support.

“I like a kid who knows when to show some respect,” Vince barked in his iconic gruff voice. It was a voice that Austin had heard on his television set growing up; to be in its presence now was nothing short of awe-inspiring. His childhood dreams were coming true! “You’ve got a good thing going here, Theory, and I’m about to make it even better for you. Together we’re going to take your career to the next level, you and I. I’m talking about a main event slot, championship wins, face of the company - all that sort of thing. Do you think you’re ready for that, son?”

Austin could hardly get his agreement out quick enough. Of course he was ready for it! Hell, those opportunities and plaudits were well overdue in his opinion. “So, if I might ask, sir, what’s the storyline?” he asked politely, eyes bright with optimism. Unlike the smaller wrestling companies out there, WWE prioritised telling stories that would capture the attention of their viewers and Austin was excited to be part of one. Given his inflated ego and cockiness, Austin was certain it would reach the heights of the Stone Cold vs. Mr McMahon rivalry, or the Cena vs. Rock WrestleMania duology!

“It’s a simple story really, but one that I know the viewers will love,” Vince started, leaning across the table towards his young employee. “Our characters are going to switch bodies.” Before Austin could even begin to process the absurdity of what he’d been told, the WWE Chairman continued: “It’ll be Mr. McMahon taking your body right into the main event while this body does some backstage skits about how old and infirm I am every week. The crowd will eat it up, kid, trust me!”

Austin had heard that the boss had a bizarre sense of humour, so he naively believed it to be on display and let out a small chuckle in response. When the older man didn’t join him in laughing though, Austin quickly readjusted his perspective. That really was Vince’s plan for him? To play the Mr. McMahon character as if they had been body swapped?! It was without a doubt probably going to be the most insane storyline in WWE history… but he sure as hell wasn’t foolish enough to turn his nose up at it! “I’ll do it, sir!”

“That’s the spirit, son!” Vince exclaimed, his lips splitting into an eager grin. “Of course, given this storyline is a big commitment, I took the liberty of writing up a contract. We do it with all our major stars, I’m sure you understand.” Taking the stack of papers next to him, the businessman quickly pushed them across the desk towards his employee. “I’ll save you reading all of the small print by pointing out that signing the contract will provide two important perks. Firstly, you’ll receive a handsome pay raise, and secondly, you’ll gain complete access to my private jet so you can travel between shows with me.”

The monetary incentive had hardly been necessary, as Austin was already snatching up a pen to sign the contract without reading it, but it was absolutely a welcome surprise. While he wasn’t earning a bad wage as it already was, if he was going to become a top star in the company then it was only right that he’d be paid as such! It wouldn’t do for midcarders like Finn Bálor and Sami Zayn to be out-earning him whether they were veterans or not, would it? Austin would be getting a hell of a lot more out of the deal than just money, fame and championships - he’d be learning directly from the greatest mind in all of professional wrestling! That alone was worth almost (only almost) as much as a million dollar paycheck!

That night Austin had one of the best dreams he could ever remember having. He was in front of the largest crowd he had ever seen, perched on a corner turnbuckle after the main event of WrestleMania, with the WWE Championship belt held high above his head. Everywhere he looked were smiling faces, and his name was sung back to him by the world’s loudest chorus. Looking back into the ring, he could see the jealous eyes of the fallen former champion along with the lustful gaze of the female referee. The dream spawned a sensation of bliss within the young man and he was understandably disappointed when he eventually rose from that slumber, although he did so with a serious case of morning wood in response to the spectacle of his dream. His mood didn’t stay down for long however, as he knew that thanks to his upcoming storyline it wouldn’t be long before that wonderful dream became a reality!

Upon arriving at the stadium for that night’s live broadcast of Monday Night RAW, Austin didn’t waste any time in sharing the great news. Much to his chagrin, the majority of people he spoke with took similar attitudes to Bálor and Zayn, but Austin could clearly identify the envy in their faces as they rebuffed him. They wish they were me but they can’t be, he thought smugly, before humorously adding: Only Mr McMahon can. He was still trying to get his head around the bizarre concept of the storyline, but he wasn’t going to question something the boss clearly felt passionate about. That didn’t make him a “Yes Man” as Austin predicted some of his coworkers probably now thought of him as; he was just an opportunist.

Shortly before the cameras were about to begin rolling on the opening segment of the show, one of the producers (a bald and fat ex-wrestler that Austin hadn’t bothered to learn the name of) approached him in the backstage area with a sheet of paper in his hand. “The script for your backstage segment with Vince,” the producer explained as he handed it over. “Make sure you memorise your lines. Boss hates it when people break from his script.” Austin nodded, though he didn’t much like taking orders from somebody so clearly inferior to him in every way. “Your segment is at the end of the first hour and then Vince will be working the main event.” The producer provided air quotes as he said the name, probably thinking he was being helpful, yet all that he elicited from Austin was a hefty eye roll. He wasn’t an idiot, he knew that he would be working the match, just under the Vince character. It wasn’t as if the real Vince, at seventy-six years old, could do it!

For the next forty minutes, Austin took the time to learn his lines exactly as they had been written, even rehearsing them in front of the mirror for a while. Of course, that had led to him getting distracted by his own beauty, which caused him to get lost in an impromptu selfie session that he planned to upload to his socials later. But as he swiped through the photos and admired his gorgeous face, he felt no remorse; it was hard not to get distracted when he looked so damn good! He knew that his followers would eat them up and comment on his perfect bone structure, clear skin or bulging muscles. He could completely understand why they all loved him so much, because he loved himself too (and felt absolutely no shame about that).

Then, with his remaining spare time, he attempted to seek out the boss for some tips on how he should wrestle while portraying the new “Vince” character. But to his shock, that same producer quickly shot him down by telling Austin that Mr. McMahon would be unavailable until shortly before their segment. The refusal for an audience made Austin bristle, but he decided to take the initiative by looking back at old YouTube videos of Vince’s matches with the WWF back in the late nineties. Not only was it entertaining content but by the time he was finally summoned into Vince’s office, Austin had a pretty good idea of how he was going to present himself when he was going out for his match in the main event slot. He’d definitely have to practice his Vince McMahon swagger a bit in the time between his two segments, but Austin knew he’d succeed. When did he not?

A few minutes before the cameras were to begin rolling on their scene, Austin was ushered into the WWE Chairman’s office. The elderly businessman met him with a wolfish smile and a firm handshake, and asked, “You ready for your whole world to change, son?” Austin was quick to confirm as such and took the seat that was offered to him, across the desk from the only other man in the world that Austin actually had any respect for. Even his own father didn’t receive the sort of hero worshipping from Austin that Vince McMahon did!

As the two men exchanged a few more words - Vince questioned whether Austin was nervous and the young man insisted that he wasn’t - a producer entered the room and placed a large metal box on the desk. Rather than thanking them, Vince gruffly dismissed them and then undid the clasps to open up the box. From inside, he produced an oval object that appeared to be made of incredibly fragile material, judging by the care that McMahon took with it. “Is that… an egg?” Austin asked curiously, inspecting the object closely as it was placed on the desk between them. The object had a white base with various gold lines of decoration, and there were tiny words written on it in a language that Austin didn’t understand.

“It’s an ancient relic. Very expensive. It’s what we’ll be using to switch bodies,” Mr McMahon explained, without even a hint of levity to his tone. Instead, he turned to the various gathered producers. “You can all leave,” he declared suddenly. “There’s no need for you all to be faffing around. I know what I’m doing by this point in my career!” They didn’t need to be told twice, so within seconds Austin and McMahon were alone with only a cameraman who, once he had the camera set up to capture the perfect shot, was similarly dismissed.

Before Austin had the time to question the oddity of making the entire crew leave, a voice from outside the room declared that they would be going live on air in “three, two, one…”

The first few minutes of the scene progressed exactly as they had been written in the script and Austin was confident that he had performed his role to perfection; indeed, Vince seemed unable to stop smiling (likely from pride, Austin thought) which was uncharacteristic of him based on all of the stories the younger man had heard about his boss. Finally it got to the point where the script had simply stated “they switch bodies”, and Vince picked up the egg-shaped object from its holder before holding it out to his scene partner. “All you’ve gotta do is put your hand on it, kid, and you’ll have a ticket right to the main event!”

Here goes nothing, Austin thought, fighting back his own smirk as he reached out his hand and gently placed it on top of the egg. He had been anticipating the need to freeze up and maybe convulse to help portray the actual switching of their bodies, but no such pretense was needed as the young athlete’s body really did tense up all of a sudden! In one moment he was suddenly overwhelmed by an oppressive heat and in the very next, he was frozen right to his very core. All at once, his brain throbbed in his skull, his heart protested violently in his chest, and his stomach rolled and rioted in displeasure. Austin feared that he was having a heart attack live on television in front of millions of people, but later on he would come to acknowledge that the truth had somehow managed to be that much worse.

For the briefest moment, Austin slipped into unconsciousness, but he was quickly startled back into the waking world by the clearing of a throat and a familiar voice speaking. “Now this is more like it,” the voice declared, and Austin was startled to recognise it as… his own? How the hell is that possible? His question was very quickly answered as his turbulent vision finally settled down and he found himself face-to-face with a perfect doppelganger of himself. No, not a doppelganger - that really was his body, because as he looked down towards the now-wrinkly hands he possessed, it became clear that he was now in the aged flesh of Vince McMahon!

“It really worked?” Austin gasped, so shocked by the events that he didn’t even acknowledge the iconic growling voice he was now speaking with. “We really switched bodies? B-but--” The dialogue was actually the same as what had been written on the script, but Austin was no longer acting. This wasn’t just a storyline gimmick anymore, he really had switched bodies with his boss! Even though he hadn’t exactly been the brainiest kid in school, Austin knew that such concepts as body swapping were limited to science-fiction stories and wacky B-movies… so how in the hell was he actually experiencing one for real?!

“Don’t say I didn’t warn ya, kiddo,” the mastermind behind this cunning plan replied, raising his arms and tensing the muscles within. Vince stared at the bulging biceps in amazement and let out a brief chuckle of appreciation. “Oh, I’m gonna love being young again! What a body!” Then, with a burst of energy that he surely wouldn’t have managed in his real body, Vince leapt out of his chair and began to perform jumping jacks just to test out his new stamina. All while this occurred, Austin could only stare with his mouth agape, in such a state of shock where he couldn’t utter any more words as he watched his boss seamlessly utilize his young and virile flesh.

It was at that point when the producer’s voice from outside the room declared that the scene was over and the show was moving onto the next planned segment. Immediately the crew returned to start packing things up (including the egg, which was very carefully placed back into the metal box), but despite the hecticness of the scene, Austin’s eyes remained locked on his original body and the incredibly proud man who had forced his way inside of it. Vince returned to the chair across from him with a victorious smirk upon his face and leaned across the desk to speak so quietly that nobody else in the room would hear: “You can make a scene if you want to, but nobody will believe you’re telling the truth. I’ve been playing up that senile old man act for months now and I can tell my daughter’s chomping at the bit to force me out. You raving that our little switcheroo was real will probably be all she needs to turn the investors against dear old Vince.”

Every word felt like a knife being plunged into Austin’s gut. He had trusted the WWE Chairman, and this was what he got in response? Being shoved into Vince’s tired old body while the scheming boss got to enjoy a body in the prime of its youth? Austin didn’t consider himself to be the emotional type but he couldn’t help the fact that tears were welling up in his eyes in response to the obvious taunting from the other man. He couldn’t believe that anybody would be so cruel - Vince had to have known that Austin presumed that the talk of body swapping was all part of the storyline, otherwise he never would have consented to it! The only thing that mattered more to him than making a name for himself in the WWE was his beautiful body. He would never willingly allow another man in the driver’s seat, especially not his geriatric egomaniac boss!

The room once again cleared out in quick fashion thanks to the ongoing nature of the live broadcast and Austin was soon left alone with Vince, whose smug smirk finally shifted into an expression of annoyance. “Don’t you start crying like some pathetic little baby!” he scolded, reaching across and grabbing Austin by the face. “You should be thanking me for the opportunity, not blubbering and making my body look ridiculous! I haven’t cried for decades, son. Get a grip!”

Austin briefly thought back to the warning Sami Zayn had given him the previous day about how Vince couldn’t be trusted. I should have listened, he realised miserably. It was no good dwelling on it now, he had to think ahead to the future. “When are we switching back? It--it’s before the match, right?” he asked while wiping the tears out of his eyes. “I mean, you can’t go out there and--”

“The hell I can’t!” the other man interrupted. “Do you see this body? Of course I can go out there and wrestle! I’m a goddamn McMahon, wrestling’s in my blood! I’ve witnessed more wrestling matches than anybody else on this stinking planet!” With each word, Vince’s voice grew deeper and louder, and Austin flinched as spittle struck him in the face. “Trust me, son, I’m gonna do just fine out there and you’re gonna sit here in this office and watch me on that screen!” He jabbed a hand towards the giant screen in the room that was playing the live broadcast. “Do you understand me?” When Austin didn’t immediately respond, he was met by a hard strike to his cheek and the tears came rushing right back into his eyes. “I said, do you understand me, boy?”

“Y-yes sir,” Austin stammered, reeling from the sting of the slap and the pain that continued to throb in the moments after. Vince definitely hadn’t held back!

The anger faded from the other man’s face (really Austin’s own, but that was still hard to think about) and Vince pulled back, rising from the chair. “Good. I’m glad we’re on the same page. Now, I need to go get ready for my match later. I don’t want you leaving this office and you’re not to call anyone either, got it?” Rather than argue back and risk the WWE Chairman’s ire once more, Austin nodded in a meek fashion that was so unlike himself. “There’s a good boy… well, I guess I shouldn’t be calling you boy while you’re operating those ancient bones, should I?” He broke off into a mocking laugh. “Put your feet up, old man, and enjoy the show!”

With that, Vince was gone, and Austin was left alone to comprehend the insanity of the past ten minutes. He had gone from the highest of highs to what was most certainly rock bottom. What the hell was he going to do? It wasn’t like he could stay in Vince’s body for the duration of their storyline, right? The other man had suggested that this body swap would lead to a WrestleMania match, but to Austin’s horror, he quickly realized that that was still a whole six months away! You’ve got yourself into some real deep trouble now, Theory…

For the next ninety minutes, Austin had little choice but to follow his boss’ instruction and reluctantly remain in the WWE Chairman’s office. He’d made sure to lock the door so that he didn’t have to risk dealing with any angry wrestlers unhappy about their booking or stressed producers coming to pitch ideas to the man they thought was their boss. Just the mere thought of somebody mistaking him for the real Vince McMahon seriously unsettled him, but he was also aware of the fact that very few - if any - people would believe him if he attempted to tell the truth. To make matters worse, the speed at which he’d rushed out of his chair to lock the door had sent pain flaring through the weak muscles of his back and quickly had him retreating back to the chair.

As such, there was little for Austin to do other than watch the show currently being broadcast, and with each new wrestler that arrived in the ring for their match, the body-swapped young man became more and more irate. He wanted to be out there amazing the crowd with his skills, not trapped backstage in another man’s body! Even worse, when he had started to angrily stomp around the room just to try and see if Mr McMahon was hiding any other unsuspectingly supernatural objects around the place he quickly discovered just how little stamina the old man’s body had. His joints creaked and muscles ached with each little step and he felt dangerously unsteady on his feet, like the ground was daring to rise up against him at any moment. One of the things he had discovered was an ornate handheld mirror, but as he peered into it and saw only the haggard and worn face of Vince McMahon, an intense anger and despair spread through Austin. All of his beautiful good looks had been robbed!

Forced to give up on his hunt due to his persistent aches, Austin retreated back to the comfortable office chair in about as foul a mood as a man could be, just as a familiar piece of music came through the television’s speakers: his entrance music. Fixing his attention to the screen, Austin scowled as he saw his former body walk out to the jeers of the crowd and strike a pose that showed off his powerful arms. He looked spectacular but the issue was that Vince was the one soaking up that crowd response rather than him. It’s not fair!

As if things weren’t already bad enough, Austin was forced to watch as Vince stripped out of his jacket in an arrogant fashion that was completely in keeping with Austin’s usual behaviour. Then, once he had exposed those glorious chest muscles that Austin spent so long in the gym perfecting, Vince had the nerve to pop his pecs a few times and tense his abs. He even briefly made eye contact with the camera, and the real Austin knew that it was Vince’s way of addressing him directly. Of taunting him. That asshole’s enjoying every damn moment of this, he realised bitterly. He couldn’t help but think back once again to Sami Zayn’s warning about their boss. Why hadn’t he damn listened?!

Before getting into the match, Vince had demanded to be given a microphone so he could address the crowd, and the referee complied, all while the opponent was forced to remain in the other corner and listen. Before Vince could even start speaking though, the crowd made its displeasure known with a loud chorus of boos, but they couldn’t completely stop him from getting in his moment of gloating. “That’s right, I’m Vince damn McMahon,” he growled once the crowd had died down a little. The announcement was met with jeers, but the real Austin fumed at how Vince really was telling the truth and nobody even believed him! “I’ve heard all you fans calling me old and out of touch these past few years but let’s be honest, you can’t say that anymore! Hell, I bet there are some of you out there in the crowd who would love to be in touch with this hot young body of mine!” He paired the words with a crude gesture where he ran a hand down his abs and stopped shy above his crotch, but the insinuation was perfectly clea.

Mercifully that was also the point that his scheduled opponent decided that he’d heard enough and launched an attack from behind. The match that followed was fairly short and simple, but it was still long enough to crush Austin’s hope that Vince would be exposed as a fraud once he got into the ring. While he hadn’t done anything completely wild or jaw-dropping, the impostor Austin Theory had looked impressive enough between the ropes to overpower his opponent. To make matters worse for Austin though, he was left fuming watching as Vince seamlessly pulled off Austin’s usual finishing move as if he’d been the one doing it for the past year.

The athletic display on the screen made Austin sink further into the depths of frustration as he knew that if he was to even attempt some of the things they were doing while he was in Vince’s body then he’d end up in a hospital bed with a serious injury! Even as he sat in the plush leather office chair, he could feel an unforgiving ache all up his spine, likely caused by some decades-old injury that Vince seemed all too happy to leave Austin to endure. Mercifully, Austin soon found some painkillers in the desk drawer and was able to wash them down with some water, which brought about at least some temporary relief.

While the painkillers had helped to quash some of the physical discomfort he felt in the geriatric body he’d been trapped in, there was very little to be done about the mental anguish that came with having his body stolen by his boss. Austin could do little other than sit and seethe as the camera zoomed in on his rightful body’s face and the triumphant smirk as the ring announcer named “Austin Th-- apologies, we mean, Vince McMahon” as the winner of the match. The announcement was met by a sea of boos from the live audience, but the businessman in Austin’s body relished the negative response, like every good heel in the wrestling business was supposed to. Everybody in attendance presumed the glee on his face was just pride at scoring a big win in the show’s main event, but Austin knew the truth and it ate away at him. That should have been his win!

Just a few short minutes after the match was over and the show had concluded, there was a loud rapping at the office door. “Go away!” Austin growled, only to be met by the familiar sound of his own laughter. With a scowl settling onto his heavily-wrinkled face, Austin reluctantly hobbled across the office and unlocked the door to allow the duplicitous body thief entry. The other man stood there, looking as proud as a parent on their child’s graduation day, with his hands on his hips and a thin sheen of sweat across his muscular body. Even just seeing his own body with that post-match glow about it made Austin’s stomach twist into a knot and he knew that he had to do something to let Vince know how displeased he was, so as soon as the door was closed, he placed his hands on the other’s sweaty chest and pushed him up against the wall.

“Okay, we’re done. I’m getting the producers back in here with that egg and we’re swapping back right now,” he growled, shivering in dismay at just how much he sounded like the man he had once idolised.

For a very brief moment, Vince actually looked surprised and potentially even scared, but then his expression relaxed back into that smug look he had worn out in front of the crowd. With little effort, Vince was able to remove Austin’s hands from him before delivering some retaliation in the form of a push back of his own. Austin tripped over his clumsy feet and fell to the office floor with a crash, sending pain searing throughout his glutes, hips and back. He wasn’t completely convinced that he hadn’t sprained or even broken something in his fragile elderly body from that ugly landing!

“Don’t you ever try and lay your hands on me like that again, old man!” Vince spat, towering over Austin in an intimidating fashion and regarding the former wrestler as if he was nothing more than an ant. “Newsflash, idiot, you signed off on this! That contract? Yeah, it makes everything I did perfectly legal! If you read the smallprint you’ll see that I’m the only one who decides when the storyline is over and when I give this body back… if I give this body back! Considering the punk-ass way you’re acting right now, I don’t think you even deserve it!”

Austin’s heart raced painfully in his chest, forcing him to wince and press a hand against it. The action only brought about dark chuckles from Vince, who crouched down beside him and forced Austin to meet his gaze. “Oh yeah, word of advice but you might not want to get too worked up about anything. That heart you’ve got there is pretty weak. We wouldn’t want it to give out on you, would we, old man?” A shiver of fear ran down Austin’s spine as he contemplated the dark meaning of the passive aggressive threat. It wasn’t like Vince would really let him die in his body, would he? Given everything the other had just told him, it seemed pretty clear that the original idea of only being in Vince’s body for six months had already been put on the backburner. He could only hope that the old man would get bored, but that seemed incredibly unlikely…

Epilogue - Two Weeks Later…

On his way backstage after another match in which he had booked himself to win, Vince chuckled to himself happily. He wondered whether the poor kid who he was on the way to visit had worked out that he had no intention of ever switching their bodies back. It had only been fourteen days since the start of their storyline together and even though it seemed the fans loathed it and social media was full of mockery, Vince didn’t give a damn. He was having the absolute time of his life being young and beefy again and nothing was going to slow his momentum down!

In those two weeks Vince had already achieved so much. Not only had he brought over a dozen women back to his bed but he’d even successfully seduced Austin’s early career mentor and Vince’s own son-in-law, Triple H. He’d always heard guys in his locker room rave about how pleasurable man-on-man action could be and now that he had finally experienced it for himself, the seventy-six year old stud had to agree! The best part was that the locker room was full of hot young athletes, both men and women, and so Vince would be able to get all of the pleasure he could possibly want with just a bit of sweet talking and showing off of his incredible young body!

The fact that nobody other than himself and the real Austin Theory knew the truth of the situation was the cherry on top of the whole thing. Of course there had long been rumours in the WWE locker room that Vince had an interest in the occult, but nobody would ever believe that he was actually in possession of a number of magical artifacts, especially not one that could switch the bodies of two individuals. Their refusal to believe in the supernatural would work in his favour because they’d never suspect that he wasn’t really Austin Theory. Besides, he was playing the part pretty well, but he credited that to the fact that Ausin reminded him of his younger self.

The locker room had bigger issues to contend with anyway, as the man everybody else believed to be Vince McMahon had been in a permanently foul mood for the past two weeks and was taking it out on his employees. Both Finn Bálor and Sami Zayn had been particularly riled up when they had randomly been fined for infractions they were adamant they were innocent of, but the boss refused a meeting with them to explain his decision. The real Vince was more than happy to let Austin use the authority of his station to lash out because they both knew who really held the power between them.

Letting himself into the office where the infuriated young man was waiting for him, Vince immediately started in on his usual taunting of the other. After fucking his employees and beating them in the ring, taunting the former Austin Theory was one of Vince’s favourite things to do. Perhaps it wouldn’t do to think of the other in such a way anymore, though. After all, he was Austin Theory and the miserable sack of tired bones across the office from him was very clearly Vince McMahon…