Disclaimer: I do not own anyone in this fic. I wrote this strictly on
things I have read, and heard. I don't know if the lives of the WWFE
superstar's wives are like this. This was simply a Writer's Block strike of
lightening.
Dedication: I'm sure the wives of the superstars are busy women, but this fic (along with the chapters that are soon to follow) is dedicated to the spouses of WWFE wrestlers, simply because they don't see their husbands every day of the year and they're strong women to do so. This is for them.
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There weren't a lot of differences between Ric Flair and Richard Fliehr. His wife, Beth, loved it when he'd cut a promo and spoke about his family. Everything he said about them was truly from the heart. He meant it all. He did see all 4 of them born. He did try to be there for them while he was on the road.
She remembered his WrestleMania in 1992, and tears would well in her eyes when she did. Fake or not, she was worried. He was helpless, lying in the middle of the ring. Blood everywhere. The memory of her wanting to help him and care for him resurfaced. It became all too real that night.
Beth had appreciated it when her husband spoke to the public about his family and cried as he choked out his words. She knew it showed how much of his speech was Ric the family man, the father, the real man. Not Ric the Wrestler.
She could've hated Ric for always getting himself into those horrible matches. She could've told him to end that blading shit and take it easy. She would have, too, but no. There was no way she'd hold Ric back from anything. Especially since he loved the business so much.
Plus, she felt she owed him. He took her on the road in Old WCW for a few weeks. He didn't have to but he wanted to be closer to her, David and Reed. He gave her that amazing opportunity; it was her turn. She'd let him keep what he loved.
She'd speak to him after the shows. Sometimes, she was crying and sobbed her words into the receiver. Other times, she was ecstatic and couldn't stop talking. Either way, Ric just enjoyed the sound of her voice every night.
The night of WrestleMania 18, she trembled to pick up the ringing phone, knowing he was on the other end. She steered clear from the kids, not wanting them to be any more worried than they might've already been. She shut the door to her bedroom that night and cried as Ric remained silent. He was quietly sobbing, as well. He assured her he was okay. Mainly because he was, but partly because he wanted her to stop crying. He didn't bother telling her his many injuries, since he hated worrying the family.
"You're sure you're okay?" Beth would always ask, and Ric would always convince her that he was.
Now, there she was. She was staring at the phone on her nightstand. She longed for it to ring. She just wanted to hear his voice. Hear him say he was alright.
She practically jumped for the phone when it rang. "Hello," she said, a bit more anxious to get a reply this time. "Hey," Ric's soothing voice greeted. Beth smiled as she felt a warm, relieving come over her. He was fine; she knew it.
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Dedication: I'm sure the wives of the superstars are busy women, but this fic (along with the chapters that are soon to follow) is dedicated to the spouses of WWFE wrestlers, simply because they don't see their husbands every day of the year and they're strong women to do so. This is for them.
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There weren't a lot of differences between Ric Flair and Richard Fliehr. His wife, Beth, loved it when he'd cut a promo and spoke about his family. Everything he said about them was truly from the heart. He meant it all. He did see all 4 of them born. He did try to be there for them while he was on the road.
She remembered his WrestleMania in 1992, and tears would well in her eyes when she did. Fake or not, she was worried. He was helpless, lying in the middle of the ring. Blood everywhere. The memory of her wanting to help him and care for him resurfaced. It became all too real that night.
Beth had appreciated it when her husband spoke to the public about his family and cried as he choked out his words. She knew it showed how much of his speech was Ric the family man, the father, the real man. Not Ric the Wrestler.
She could've hated Ric for always getting himself into those horrible matches. She could've told him to end that blading shit and take it easy. She would have, too, but no. There was no way she'd hold Ric back from anything. Especially since he loved the business so much.
Plus, she felt she owed him. He took her on the road in Old WCW for a few weeks. He didn't have to but he wanted to be closer to her, David and Reed. He gave her that amazing opportunity; it was her turn. She'd let him keep what he loved.
She'd speak to him after the shows. Sometimes, she was crying and sobbed her words into the receiver. Other times, she was ecstatic and couldn't stop talking. Either way, Ric just enjoyed the sound of her voice every night.
The night of WrestleMania 18, she trembled to pick up the ringing phone, knowing he was on the other end. She steered clear from the kids, not wanting them to be any more worried than they might've already been. She shut the door to her bedroom that night and cried as Ric remained silent. He was quietly sobbing, as well. He assured her he was okay. Mainly because he was, but partly because he wanted her to stop crying. He didn't bother telling her his many injuries, since he hated worrying the family.
"You're sure you're okay?" Beth would always ask, and Ric would always convince her that he was.
Now, there she was. She was staring at the phone on her nightstand. She longed for it to ring. She just wanted to hear his voice. Hear him say he was alright.
She practically jumped for the phone when it rang. "Hello," she said, a bit more anxious to get a reply this time. "Hey," Ric's soothing voice greeted. Beth smiled as she felt a warm, relieving come over her. He was fine; she knew it.
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