99 Seth Rollins
“You got a cute butt.”
Seth was seemingly always stressed out. He was stressed because he never truly got the belt back when he came back from injury and now he wasn’t even slated to get a title match for a while. It bothered him a lot. So he was always pacing around, trying to plan out his next move.
When he had his fatal five way to determine the next number one contender, he was even more stressed than usual. He spent the whole time before his match freaking out in his locker room, pacing the floor. And when a stagehand came to tell him it was his time, his eyes got wide.
“We don’t have more time?” he begged, hair a mess.
“Sorry, sir. We don’t.” The stagehand seemed apologetic as he walked off, leaving Seth with me.
“Hey, hey,” I said, grabbing his face in my hands to keep him from freaking out. “You’ve got this, okay? You’re a great wrestler, you always have been. You can do this. Plus, you got a cute butt. And nobody can beat having that.”
That got a smile from him, and he nodded his head, encouraged. “I got this,” he muttered to himself as he walked away. You heard him add, “and a cute butt” right as the door closed behind him.