WWE One Shots

50. Santos Escobar- Lie, Cheat and Steal

Santos Escobar stood in the dimly lit locker room, his breath heavy after his latest WWE match. He'd just finished a grueling bout, but his mind wasn't on wrestling. He was thinking about Abigail, Dominik Mysterio's sister, who he had been dating for the past year. Their relationship had become complicated, marred by his infidelity and lies.

Abigail was strong, spirited, and kind-hearted, everything Santos had always admired. But temptation had led him astray. He had been seeing another woman, unable to resist the lure of attention and excitement. He knew it was wrong, but he had rationalized his behavior, thinking he could keep it a secret. However, secrets in the wrestling world were rarely kept for long.

Abigail discovered the truth in the most painful way. She found a series of messages on Santos's phone that left no room for doubt. Her heart shattered, and the betrayal cut deep. She confronted him, tears streaming down her face, her voice shaking with a mix of anger and sorrow.

"How could you do this to me, Santos?" Abigail's voice echoed in his mind, her hurt palpable even now.

Santos had tried to apologize, to explain, but his words fell flat. The damage was done. Abigail left him, seeking solace with her brother, Dominik Mysterio. Dominik had always been protective of Abigail, and seeing her in pain fueled a fire within him.

Dominik found her sitting on the balcony of their shared apartment, staring into the night sky. The moonlight reflected off her tear-streaked face, and Dominik's heart ached for his sister.

"Abby," he said softly, sitting beside her, "I'm so sorry."

Abigail leaned into her brother's embrace, letting his comforting presence envelop her. "I loved him, Dom. How could he do this to me?"

Dominik held her tighter, his own emotions swirling. "I don't know, but you deserve so much better than this. You're strong, Abby. We'll get through this together."

In the days that followed, Dominik became her rock. He stood by her side, offering support and encouragement. He watched as Abigail tried to piece her life back together, but he could see the lingering sadness in her eyes. Dominik knew he had to do something more to help her heal.

One evening, after a particularly intense training session, Dominik approached Santos in the locker room. The air was thick with tension as Dominik stood before the man who had broken his sister's heart.

"Santos, we need to talk," Dominik said, his voice firm.

Santos looked up, guilt and regret etched on his face. "Dom, I know I messed up. I'm sorry."

"Sorry isn't enough," Dominik replied. "You hurt Abigail, and you need to understand what you've done."

Santos nodded, shame weighing heavily on him. "I know. I never meant to hurt her. I was stupid and selfish."

Dominik's eyes bore into Santos, his frustration evident. "You need to make this right, Santos. Not just for Abigail, but for yourself too. You've lost someone incredible because of your actions."

Santos's shoulders slumped. "I don't know if I can fix this."

"You can start by being honest," Dominik said. "With yourself and with Abigail. She deserves that much."

Taking Dominik's words to heart, Santos decided to confront his demons. He took a step back from wrestling to focus on himself, to understand why he had sabotaged his own happiness. He attended therapy, seeking to unravel the complexities of his actions and the consequences they had wrought.

Months passed, and Santos slowly began to change. He recognized the depth of his mistakes and the impact they had on Abigail. He realized how much he had taken her love for granted and how deeply he had hurt her. The therapy sessions were grueling, forcing him to confront parts of himself he had long ignored.

Meanwhile, Dominik continued to support Abigail. He encouraged her to pursue her passions, to rediscover her own strength and independence. With time, Abigail started to heal, finding solace in her hobbies and the support of her friends and family.

One day, Santos stood outside Abigail's apartment, nervously shifting from foot to foot. He had rehearsed what he wanted to say a hundred times, but now that he was here, words seemed to escape him. Finally, he gathered the courage to knock on the door.

Abigail opened it, her expression wary but curious. "Santos?"

"Abigail, I know I'm probably the last person you want to see," Santos began, his voice trembling, "but I needed to talk to you. I needed to apologize properly."

Abigail crossed her arms, her eyes guarded. "Go on."

"I've spent the past few months trying to understand why I did what I did," Santos said. "I was selfish and immature. I hurt you deeply, and I can't change that. But I'm truly sorry, Abby. I've been working on myself, trying to become a better person."

Abigail listened, her expression softening slightly. "It hurt, Santos. More than I can put into words."

"I know," Santos replied, his voice heavy with regret. "I don't expect you to forgive me, but I wanted you to know that I've changed. I'm trying to be the person you believed I could be."

There was a long pause, the weight of their past hanging between them. Finally, Abigail spoke. "I appreciate that you've taken responsibility, Santos. It doesn't erase the pain, but it means something."

Santos nodded, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "I understand. I just wanted you to know that I'm here if you ever need anything. I want to make things right, even if it's just in some small way."

Abigail sighed, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. "Thank you, Santos. It's going to take time for me to heal, but I appreciate your honesty."

As Santos walked away from Abigail's apartment, he felt a sense of relief. He knew it would be a long journey to redemption, but he was willing to put in the work. He wanted to prove to himself and to Abigail that he could change, that he could be the man she had once believed in.

In the months that followed, Santos continued his journey of self-improvement. He focused on his wrestling career, channeling his energy into becoming a better athlete and a better person. He stayed in touch with Dominik, who cautiously supported his efforts.

Abigail, too, found her strength growing. She pursued her passions with renewed vigor, finding joy in the things she loved. She and Santos occasionally crossed paths at WWE events, and while their interactions were brief, there was a sense of mutual respect.

One evening, as Santos prepared for a major match, he received a text message from Abigail. It was simple but heartfelt: "Good luck tonight. I believe in you."

Santos read the message, a surge of emotion flooding through him. He realized that, while their relationship might never be the same, there was a chance for redemption, for forgiveness. He stepped into the ring with a renewed sense of purpose, knowing that he was fighting not just for himself, but for the chance to prove that he had truly changed.

As the match reached its climax, Santos found himself facing his opponent, his mind focused and clear. He executed his moves with precision and determination, the crowd roaring in approval. When he finally pinned his opponent and the referee counted to three, he felt a sense of accomplishment that went beyond the victory in the ring.

Backstage, as he caught his breath, he saw Abigail and Dominik standing together. Abigail gave him a small, encouraging smile, and Dominik nodded in approval. It wasn't a full reconciliation, but it was a start.

Santos knew that the road to redemption was long, but he was willing to walk it, one step at a time. With Dominik's support and Abigail's cautious encouragement, he felt a glimmer of hope for the future. He had learned the hard way that true strength came from facing one's flaws and striving to become better. And in that journey, he had found a sense of purpose and a chance for redemption.