This fic has no name lol
William Regal x reader
Summary: Reader is in intense back pain during practice that Regal is watching over. She makes an offhanded comment, and Regal, seemingly not having it, gets onto her about "just taking it". Things get heated before the reader lowers her voice, and shakily recounts her pain and struggles to Regal. Afterward, with a seemingly new heart, Regal offers her a massage to help ease the muscles. (This is not proofread. I just wanted something for comfort, so if you want, here's this blob of words for your eyeholes lol)
One bump too many. That's all it took to have me seething in pain on the mat. All practice, my back has been acting up.
Stiff movements and quiet complaints about the pain didn't go unnoticed by Coach Regal though. He hasn't said a word, but the agitation on his face only grew as my fellow trainees messed up moves here and there as well. And it seems my next comment finally broke him.
"Fucking Christ, my back." I mumbled, under my breath as I clutched my back getting up, moving out of the way so I wouldn't get squished by the next pair practicing their stunts.
Coach Regal's face was between the ropes as he stood outside the ring watching us. So he managed to hear my comment. With a roll of his eyes, he summoned me down by his side as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Y/N, come here. Now." I gave a "yes sir," before quickly making it to his side, despite the pain.
Once I stood outside the ring, him towering above me, he lowered his cold and annoyed gaze to me.
"I've heard you all practice. Don't think I haven't noticed your comments. Part of being a wrestler is "sucking it up" and dealing with what we're given. Now tell my why this has affected your performance. Hm?" He inquired, raising his eyebrows as he almost mocked me. His words inflamed my own annoyance and frustration. Not being able to do the moves fully, and without pain, has put me on edge. So I didn't hesitate to open my mouth to retaliate.
"Anything I say will sound like some pitiful excuse, but I guess I'll try. This pain is fucking me up. I can't get through it. And wrestling, as much as I love the competition, and the physical strength and power it takes. But I'm struggling to "suck it up". Maybe that makes me weaker than other wrestlers, but fuck!" I took a moment to calm myself, realizing my voice had raised, and people were looking. I gave them a tight lipped smile, and they went back to training.
"I don't want to be vulnerable, Coach. But I don't know if I can take it." I practically spat out the word "coach". Of course, Regal had no immediate reaction. Instead, after a moment, he let me go back to practice with a dismissing wave.
The rest of the time flew by, despite the pain. Regal didn't push me harder, nor did he give me any reprieve. Instead he acted like I didn't even exist. Which at this point made me happier than anything else he could've done.
When everyone was filing out, I took my time, resting on my back on the floor to decompress. The pain was slowly fading for now, letting my finally relax as the pain disappeared temporarily. I finally rested with my eyes closed.
It wasn't until someone cleared their throat that I opened my eyes, startled at the noise.
Regal stood tall over me. His face seemed softer than it was before. There was no more frustration on his face.
"I want to give you something that may help. I," He stopped before he could continue. I could only imagine an apology was on the tip of his tongue, but he was too proud to say it.
I accepted the silent apology, responding with silence of my own as I got up. I took a second to stretch before letting Regal lead the way.
With everyone else gone, he led me back to one of the private rooms with a cushy bench. I wasn't sure what was going on, but I didn't feel any alarm. Regal was ruthless, but he wasn't creepy.
Even so, what he did next made me stop.
"Lay down. I have something that will make you feel better." Regal's words were mysterious, but I listened. Laying on the bench on my stomach, I sighed as I relaxed.
What I didn't see was Regal rolling up his sleeves behind me before positioning himself at my side. I felt his presence, and looked his way, but didn't object.
His hands on my skin made me jump, but then I relaxed into his touch. I let myself sink into the massage to my sore and tight muscles.
"This is going to hurt, but you'll feel better. Do you want me to continue?" Was that a question? Was THE William Regal asking me if I wanted to do something? It was a god damn miracle that no one would believe.
Remembering that he asked me something, I nodded. The thought of the pain I knew would come made me cringe, but I nodded anyway. Knowing it will do me more good than hard.
With that, Regal dug an elbow into my back as gently as he could.
The massage continued, pain followed by Regal's hands more gently going over the abused muscles. With the sudden relief, I sighed happily. Taking a moment before getting back up.
When I did, Regal was waiting for me. The sight of him going from wringing his hands to putting them behind his back when he noticed me looking was almost comical.
"Thank you, um, Coach." Sitting up still hurt, but it hurt less thanks to his help.
"It was the least I could do." Regal stopped, moving to sit next to me on the bench.
"I wanted to, apologize, for my behavior earlier. You don't deserve to go through pain just because someone tells you that you should. Let me know if I can help you." Regal's words seemed genuine. Again, another revelation. But I was happy to see it. Especially if I was privy to this side of him.
"Thanks. I should get home though. This gear is getting gross." I tried to lighten the mood. When Regal smiled, I knew everything was alright. With a few more goodbyes, we parted ways so I could rest.
Maybe I'll take him up on a massage, or even just a talk, after practice more often.
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