Even though he was a professional, your heart clenched whenever he went into the ring. You were scared of him getting seriously injured even though he assured you multiple times it wouldn’t happen.

As you watched him fight his opponent, you could only let out a breath of relief instead of a cheer when he was announced the winner. From the ring, he looked in your direction and sent you a grateful smile for always coming even though he knew you hated to watch.

From the stands his fans cheer as he is awarded his belt. After a while when the event died down, you made your way to his changing room and instantly checked the injuries he got when he opened the door for you.

“Honey—“ he stifled a laugh as you pulled him into a hug, ignoring how sweaty he was from the match. “I told you I’d be fine didn’t I?”