Having been a big fan of wrestling and the Von Erichs your whole life, it was safe to say you were ecstatic when Kerry became a part of the scene. He quickly became your favorite out of the brothers, and even winked at you from the ring one time.

God, you still thought about that moment when you were struggling to get off with your hand between your thighs, not that you would tell a soul.

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The moment Kerry saw you, he knew he was a goner.

It was the most important match of his career, and it would have made or broken it. You were in one of the front rows, wearing your cute little Von Erich t-shirt, and he couldn’t help but wink at you.

The look on your face was totally worth it. You blushed like crazy, turning to your friends and giggling.

He would never tell a soul, but he won that match for you.

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After every match, Kerry and his brothers were required to stand outside and give autographs. And oh, when he saw you there, his heart started thudding like a little bitch.

When Kerry finally made his way to you, oh, that sweet, beautiful being, he nearly passed out when you stepped up to him. Your smooth southern accent was more comforting than his ma’s apple pie.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he greeted, barely able to look you in the eye and taking the photo from your willing hands. “Who should I make this out to?”