This wasn’t originally the first imagine that I was gonna post but I rewatched the video of Noam saying goodbye to ICW yesterday and I pretty much wrote this straight away. Sorry it’s a little bit shit but I have a long weekend cause there is a bank holiday on monday, so I’m planning on getting some more of my imagines finished over the weekend.
Noam Dar x Reader
I watched as Noam was pinned in his last match at ICW and I knew that he was going to get emotional, just as we both had a few weeks ago when he had told everyone that he was leaving for WWE. I could only imagine how hard it was for him, having been in this company for so long and made such good friends.
“Thank You, Noam!” The crowd chanted as I watched from behind the curtain as Noam stood in the ring hugging Sha Samuels and talking to Grado on FaceTime. He was starting to get emotional as the crowd chanted his name and everyone from backstage lined up on the ramp to cheer for him.
“It’s hay fever, it’s hay fever”, he said as the crowd laughed with him, “There is plenty of wrestling promotions in the world, you might have a couple of favourites, but there is one insane fight club. There is one ICW. There is one Noam Dar that was born in ICW, that was made by ICW. This is the best independent wrestling promotion in the fucking world!”
Everyone that was crowded around the ring stood up and started to chant their thank you’s for Noam again as I walked out to the front of the ramp and stood in front of the ring. As the crowd saw me, they started cheering because they’d know me for as long as they’d known Noam. Noam and I had been best friends for years, we’d wrestling alongside each other and trained with each other, and many of the fans liked to joke that we should be a couple.
“Wrestling Couple!”the crowds chants and claps made turn Noam turn around and he saw me as I climbed between the ropes and into the ring. We both laughed with each other about the chants and then he pulled me into a huge hug.
“I’ll miss you” Noam whispered into my ear as he wrapped his arms around my waist and I wrapped mine around his neck. He buried his face in my hair so that the crowd wouldn’t see him cry anymore as I whispered “I’ll miss you too, but don’t think you can get rid of me this easily.”
Noam pulled around from the hug but kept his arms around my waist as he laughed, the crowd began to chant our names together and he looked down at me and let out a shaky breath.
“Fuck it,” Noam moved one of his hands from my waist to the back of my head and pulled me even closer towards him. His lips crashed against mine and the crowd begin to cheer as I hesitated for a moment before leaning into Noam and resting my hands on his chest. Noam pulled away after a while and rested his head against mine.
“Was that okay? Sorry if it was weird but I just really-” He began to explain himself, thinking that I hadn’t wanted to kiss him, when I stood on my toes to kiss him again. He smiled into the kiss and pulled me towards him, my face getting hot as I realised that we were still in the middle of the ring in front of the crowd who were still cheering.
Noam pulled away for a second time and smiled down at me as he moved towards the ropes and held them open for me to climb down and out of the ring. We both joined the group of people gathered on the ramp as I raised his arm in the air and the crowd cheered again for him.
