>Imagine being Seth in that relationship and having to be all like "damn, Big Becks, you fuckin' fine, all sexy with your tight body and horrific The Man face. I would totally have sex with you, both my character and the real me." when all he really wants to do is fuck another 16 year old indie jobber in his dressing room. Like seriously imagine having to be Seth and not only wear stupid suits at work while Big Time Becks flaunts her disgusting body in front of you and your daughter, the favorable lighting barely concealing her stretchmarks and leathery skin, and just stand there, pic after pic, hour after hour, while she perfected that non-existent ass. Not only having to tolerate her monstrous fucking visage but her haughty attitude as everyone on the locker room tells her she's STILL GOT IT and DAMN, BECKY THE MAN LOOKS LIKE THAT?? because they're not the ones who have to sit there and watch her mannish fucking gremlin face contort into types of grimaces you didn't even know existed before that day. You've been fucking nothing but a healthy diet of indi jobbers and fans for your ENTIRE CAREER coming straight out of developtment in WWE. You've never even seen anything this fucking disgusting before, and now you swear you can taste the sweat that's breaking out on her dimpled stomach as she sucks it in to writhe it suggestively at you, smugly assured that you are enjoying the opportunity to be married to her and revel in her "GOAT (for that is what she calls herself)" beauty, the beauty she worked so hard for with personal trainers in the previous months. And then Vince calls for another take, and you know you could kill every single person in this room before the autistic black fan you scammed for money could put you down, but you stay there and endure, because you're fucking Seff Rollins. You're not going to lose your coolness over this. Just bear it. Hide your face and bear it.
