#absolute ricky starks

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would you guys like to see my collection of photos of wrestlers with small animals

of course you would here you go

some of them aren’t that small but it’s okay

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"Absolute" Magazine: Ricky Starks

[sheinthatfandom]

Bryce bought the kids to work awwww

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Renaissance Man

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[sydsaint]

Summary: The reader is having a hard time after facing a lose against Ana Jay and hurting her ankle. Luckily, Ricky is there to offer her some support.

"Oh, come on!" You grit your teeth as you watch Ana climb up to the top rope.

Ana goes to make a frog splash but you roll out of the way at the last second. You try and get to your feet but Ana grabs your ankle and pulls you back into her.

You kick and struggle to get free from Ana's grip. But she rolls over and pulls you into an ankle lock. Ana wrenches on your ankle as hard as she can and you're forced to tap out before she can snap it.

"Haha!" Ana cheers and lets your ankle free from her grip.

You huff and pull yourself into a sitting position. Your ankle throbs in pain and you grit your teeth at the feeling. Ana rolls out of the ring and celebrates with Angelo and Matt standing outside on the floor. You watch her ecstatic expression as she jumps around with her friends and your heart sinks a bit.

You gather your composure and wobbly get to your feet. Your ankle stings as soon as you put weight on it and you wince. Aubrey walks over to your side and asks if you're alright.

"You alright, Y/N? Do you need someone from the trainer's room?" She asks you with concern.

"I'm fine, Aubrey." You shake your head.

Aubrey nods and backs off. You make your way to the ring apron and descend the stairs to the floor. A few people cheer your name and call after you as you make your way up the ramp, but it does little to lift your spirits.

Defeated, you head backstage to nurse your wounds. When you come through the tunnel Ricky and Bill are hanging out. Ricky sees you walking with a slight limp and moves to check on you.

"Y/N, hey sugar. Tough loss out there against Ana." Ricky offers you a soft smile. "How's your ankle?" He asks you.

"It's fine, Ricky." You grit your teeth again, your ankle obviously bothering you.

Ricky blinks a couple of times and takes a small step back from you to give you space. "Alright." He nods. "Hey, Bill and I were going to grab drinks after the show. You should join us."

"Not tonight, Ricky." You close your eyes for a second to compose yourself. "I've gotta get back to the locker room." You step past him.

Ricky nods and watches you walk off down the hall. You're usually so confident and cheerful. Ricky hates seeing you so down and out like this. You get about halfway down the hall when your ankle gives out and you crumble to the floor with a small gasp.

"Damnit!" You curse the air and Ricky is at your side in almost an instant.

"Hey, now. Y/N, come on, let me help you." Ricky holds out his hand to you.

Not able to stand on your own anymore, you begrudgingly take Ricky's hand. "Okay, fine."

Ricky helps you to your feet and slings your arm over his shoulder for support. You lean into him and he helps you back to your locker room.

"Here we are." Ricky helps you sit down in a chair. "Are you sure that you don't want a trainer to come look at it, sugar?" He asks you.

"Yeah, I'm sure, Ricky. Thanks." You nod and begin untieing your boots.

Your fingers shake as you begin untieing your boots, which Ricky notices. "Here, let me." He pulls up a chair and pats his lap.

"You know I hate it when people insist on helping me out with stuff like this." You huff but give Ricky your leg anyway.

"I know," Ricky replies and begins untieing your boots for you. "Y/N, sugar, you know that you aren't alone, right?" He asks you. "It's alright to ask for help."

You hang your head in shame. "Yeah, I know. It's just...God, I need some friends." You shake your head.

"What are you talking about?" Ricky laughs. "You've got friends. What am I? A groupie?" He jokes with you.

"The clingiest groupie." You laugh. "Thanks, Ricky. I guess I just needed someone to talk to." You shrug.

Ricky nods and slides over to you for a hug. "Anytime, sugar." He hugs you gently and you lay your head on his shoulder.

"My ankle hurts like a bitch." You admit with a small laugh.

"I figured." Ricky laughs with you. "I can have Bill carry you to the trainer's room. You know? The princess treatment you deserve?"

You giggle and nod. "That'd be great."

Ricky sends a quick text to Bill who shows up a few minutes later. Ricky lets him into the room and you smile at him.

"Thanks for helping me out, Bill." You thank him.

"No problem, Y/N." Bill nods and picks you up with ease. "Happy to help. I hope your ankle is alright." He adds.

Bill carries you down to the trainer's room and Ricky tags along. After Bill drops you off they both wait for you to get looked out.

"Have you asked her out yet?" Bill asks Ricky while they're waiting for you.

"What? No." Ricky scoffs. "What are you on, Bill?" He asks.

Bill scoffs and looks at Ricky with a stoic expression. "Come on, Ricky." He insists. "We both know that you care about her. More than a friend would."

"I...yeah." Ricky sighs. "I do care about her. But I don't think that she's in the mood for having me all up on her like that right now." He adds.

"I think she'd appreciate you being around for her," Bill replies. "And if it happens to turn into something more, then so what? Just let her know that she's always welcome to hang with us."

Ricky nods and you come out of the trainer's room a few minutes later with crutches.

"Well, what's the word, sugar?" Ricky asks you when you hobble over to him.

"No permanent damage." You shrug. "But they want me to stay off it for a few days." You add.

Ricky nods and Bill nudges him subtly. "That's good news." He smiles at you. "And hey, sugar, listen. Bill and I would love to have you around if you ever get tired of flying solo." He offers.

"That sounds great." You nod. "I think that I could use some moral support." You joke. "So yeah, count me in, Starks."

"Hell yeah!" Ricky chuckles and high-fives you."Come on. You can ride with us back to the hotel."

[cowboygranta]

TK please find something for Ricky Starks to do because I really miss watching that handsome man wrestle and that’s Absolute

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[pettykingratboyy]

Everyone is in character and Kenny is just Kenny

[hanitje]

Ricky Starks beat Jon Moxley with a shoe

[sheinthatfandom]

One thing Ricky will always do is serve a look

[fuckyeahorangecassidy]

Haven't seen this shared yet 🤣

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It’s been a while, but here’s a quick and dirty painstaking masterpiece I made.

[sydsaint]

I need Ricky in a dog collar match next. It's for personal reasons.

[cowboygranta]

Why isn’t my boy Ricky Starks in the All Star scramble?