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She greets him backstage dressed in regular clothes and hair already done for her match later that night, disappointment settling deep in her stomach. He’d worked his ass off for the perfect moment, to even be allowed into the match, and it’d all come crashing down just a few minutes before. 

Becky doesn’t hesitate throwing her arms around in a tight hug, her way of showing him she’s there for him. And maybe her way of trying to sooth any kind of disappointment he might feel in himself. “Ya did great, Sami.” She whispered against his neck, arms tightening around him for a brief moment before she pulls back. Her lips brushing against the corner of his lips. “Ya should be proud of yerself.”

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            FLATTERING.   INSTANTLY   FLATTERING.      instantly a rush of words he didn’t realize he wanted to hear, but upon hearing them        they’re the only form of dialogue he desires. language means more with her voice attached. HOW DID SHE DO IT ? how did becky cause such a STIR within him, causing his ribs to shake ?     ❝     thank you, becks. that means a lot to me.     ❞     sami drew forward, arms wrapping around her.     ❝     believe it or not, i’m having a lot of fun, despite the loss. i’m glad you continue to put up with me, even after… everything that’s happened.       ❞

            her soft lips brushing against the corner of his elicited a chuckle from him. it felt as though his mood was gradually improving just by being around his very supportive girlfriend. still, a weight lay heavy over his shoulders; guilt that he took another lost at a wrestlemania churned in his gut.     ❝     but you’re still by my side so i guess i’m somewhat of a winner, right ?     ❞  

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