You’re a wrestler; more explicitly, a Wrestlemania champion. You had been a wrestler for years and you were fit as FUCK.

You were fighting against this one person, they were giving you a real fight. But sadly, a real fight sometimes results in getting your ass handed to you.

As you were panting and leaning against the boarder between you and the crowd that your competition shoved you into; a big fan of yours, Roach, pat your shoulder and encouraged you. He didn’t even need to speak, his sparkling and lively eyes were encouraging enough. Your heartbeat in your ears, the announcers, and the screaming crowd all overwhelming your hearing