Danny DeVito was in the match of a lifetime, when he met his life match.
Fair warning, this is crack.
Danny just doing his thing in the ring. Because he EMBRACES being the villain. Gets the whole crowd riled up in anticipation.
You were a stand-in for the usual Ring Girl, she was sick. So in a hurry, you buckled up that belt and grabbed the biggest sign with a sharpie, ready to write the scores.
The fight was intense, Danny landed a few hits but surely took quite the beating. Being so close to the ring you saw it ALL. But little did you know, so did he.
For a brief second his eyes locked onto yours, while putting his opponent in a headlock. He manages a smile, while breathlessly screaming over the roaring crowd.
“DON’T WORRY LIL LADY, THE TRASHMAN IS ABOUT TO TAKE OUT THE GARBAGE.”
And sure enough he did. Full on suplexed the guy to flex for you. The crowd cheers him on and sees him win the fight.
You run onto the stage, sign at the ready, holding it high knowing it was YOU who got to show everyone who the victor was today.
Danny can’t take his eyes off you, but mostly because he lost his glasses and can’t see anything farther than arms reach.
The crowd starts clearing as usual but as you pack up, Danny just couldn’t leave the night on this note. He had to know.
“Hey, goddess. How much more TRASH do I gotta throw around to seal a date with ya?”
Alright well, here’s to the first fic I ever publish on this account. I’d like to thank Danny DeVito Anon for requesting some hcs for my main man, I’m sorry this sort of turned into a minific. I definitely got a bit carried away but maybe i’ll get to writing an actual scenario for this because it was too much fun.
