Asher stormed out of the ring, seething with unmistakable rage.he had won the match against his lover, yes, But he knew deep down it wasn't genuine. The other let him win and it pissed him off more than he could imagine. All these years of wrestling and not one of his competitors ever took him seriously, all because he had a soft body and pretty face. They all saw him as an easy go. As soon as asher got the chance to confront his boyfriend, he dragged him to a secluded corner and punched him hard on the arm. He knew it wasn't meant to hurt the other, but oh how he wished it could. "What the fuck was that." He hissed through gritted teeth.