Summary: This sort of follows the relationship between Seth and the reader, through their ups and downs.
Word Count: 2.4k
Warnings: This is sad, y’all. That’s my only warning.
A/N: Okay, so… this kind of sad, heartbreaking, slightly angsty fic is absolutely in my wheelhouse. It was more or less my calling card in my old fandoms and I wanted to try to bring a smidge of that with me. That being said, I’d be lying if I said that I thought everyone was going to like the fic. Please, please let me know what you think of it though!
I’d also like to dedicate this to @theworldiscolorful for being the best.
Tags: YOU GUYS. There are so many of you that wanted to be tagged in this (THANK YOU!!!!!!!), so I’m putting tags at the end!
Professional wrestling was your first love. You had watched with your father as long as you could remember; your first memory was watching The Undertaker defeat Jimmy Snuka at Wrestlemania VII. Even at only five years old, you were captivated by The Deadman. Listening as your dad retold the story anytime he was backstage with you at a show, he would say that your mother was so sure that you would be scared of Taker, but that instead you were so engrossed with him that you didn’t move a muscle the whole match. He’d finish up by saying that’s when he knew you would love the sport as much as he did, pulling you in for a quick side hug.
He was wrong, though.. you ended up loving it more that he did.
You had loved it so much that when you hit sixteen, you began training. You loved it so much that you kept pushing yourself as hard as you could every day, even harder the next. You loved it so much that you broke down crying when the WWE called and offered you a developmental contract with them. Above all else, though, you loved professional wrestling so much because it introduced you to the last love of your life.