for the past few days I been reading this type of fanfics you know the ones with the gifs so I wanted to make one since wwe don't really have male readers that much
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As I sat in the commentary booth, I couldn't help but feel a mix of nerves and excitement. My boyfriend Triple H was about to face off against my dad, the legendary Undertaker, in a highly anticipated match. I had never seen them fight before, and I couldn't help but feel nervous for both of them.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to tonight's main event!" Michael Cole shouted into the microphone, bringing me back to the present moment. "Triple H will face off against the Undertaker, in a match that is sure to be one for the books."
I took a deep breath and picked up my own microphone. "This is a huge match, folks. Triple H and the Undertaker are two of the biggest names in the industry, and I can't wait to see what they have in store for us tonight."
The two men made their way to the ring, and I could feel the electricity in the air. Triple H strutted down to the ring, crotch chopping and high fiving the fans along the way. The Undertaker made his entrance, his ominous presence immediately putting the crowd in awe.
The bell rang, and the match was underway. The two men locked up, and I watched in awe as they fought back and forth, neither one gaining the upper hand.
"Come on, Triple H!" I shouted into my microphone, cheering on my boyfriend. "You got this!"
Triple H let out a loud scream, followed by a crotch chop right in the face of my dad. The crowd erupted in cheers and boos, and I couldn't help but laugh.
"Triple H, what are you doing?" I shouted in disbelief.
Triple H looked up at me, a sly grin on his face. "Just having a little fun, baby."
The Undertaker took advantage of the distraction, hitting Triple H with a devastating chokeslam. The crowd erupted in cheers, and I could see the determination in my dad's eyes.
Triple H was able to recover, and the two men continued to fight back and forth, each one pulling out all the stops. I was on the edge of my seat, my heart racing as I watched the two men go at it.
Finally, Triple H hit the Pedigree, and the crowd went wild. The referee counted to three, and the bell rang, declaring Triple H the winner.
Triple H stood up, triumphant, and made his way over to me. He reached up and grabbed my hand, pulling me down to the ring.
"You did it, baby," I said, smiling up at him.
Triple H grinned, and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, honey. I couldn't have done it without you."
I turned to my dad, who was getting up from the ring. "Good match, Dad."
The Undertaker nodded, a small smile on his face. "Thanks son, you picked a good man for yourself ."
I looked up at Triple H, feeling grateful for his love and support. "I couldn't ask for a better partner in life and in the ring."
Triple H wrapped his arm around me, and we made our way up the ramp, the crowd cheering and applauding us. I couldn't help but feel proud of my boyfriend, and grateful for the love and support of my dad. This was truly a night to remember.
