Wrestling Goddess

Wrestling Life

I was at the studio and boy was I excited. I headed over to my agent Mr. Johnston to talk.

"Oh my god, I can't believe this is happening!" I squealed. All my dreams were coming true and it was all thanks to Mr. Johnston. I gave him a big hug because I was super excited. 

"Alexa, lets keep it professional." Mr. Johnston joked. He is such an ass am I right?

 "Anyways the makeup artists want to see you in the third hallway." He continued. "Okay I will be there right away!" I obeyed. I was wondering if steroids was in the third hallway because he needed all the makeup he can get.

As I was walking down the hallway people greeted and offered me food. 

"Wow you are so pretty, should I even add any makeup on you?" A makeup artist asked jokefully.

"Thanks, I was born this way!" I quoted Lady Gaga's song Born this Way.

 I felt like the queen of modeling until someone bumped into me. 

"Watch where you're going bitch!" A male voice screamed.

It was the model I was doing the photo shoot with! I was so aggravated and just wanted to leave but, this was a once in a lifetime chance.

"What is going on here?" The producer of the photo shoot questioned.

"This woman came out of nowhere and attacked me!" Steroids lied. I knew the producer wasn't stupid enough to believe him.

"Oh Rowan Star, I hope your okay." The producer pitied.

"Yes, you can't have your sexiest man alive have a damaged face." Rowan pouted. Such a narcissistic bitch.

"No he's lying, I was just going over to the makeup department." I claimed.

"Oh please she even visited my apartment last night for some action but, since I didn't give it to her  she did this!" Rowan laughed.

"No this is all wrong!" The producer yelled.

"Thank you." I said happily.

"No, you're wrong Blondie." He replied annoyingly. I was really shocked.

"What!" I cried.

"I was wrong to hire a new girl who had no experience for a big magazine like this!" He started.

"So I've come to conclusion to fire you, get off my set!" He demanded. My agent Mr. Johnston came running in immediately.

"Sir, please give her another chance." Mr. Johnston begged. Rowan was laughing at the side with his snotty agent.

"No, i'm really disappointed with your client Darrell." The producer finished sadly. He walked away after that.

"Oh, looks like skinny Alexa lost her job!" Rowan snickered.

"Yes how pitiful!" Rowan's agent smirked. I blew it. I should have never interacted with that jerk yesterday. If I knew this big time model had so much power, I would have stayed away from him.

"I'm sorry Mr. Johnston but, it was Rowan who caused this problem!" I blamed. He observed me for one minute and walked away.

Once again I was left all alone. I stood in the same place for at least ten minutes thinking about my next move. The universe felt darker and more darker. Which also made me feel darker and darker.

"What are you still doing here? GET OUT!" The bitch Rowan yelled. It was so loud it got the producers attention again.

"I don't take orders from you jerk." I groaned.

"Oh but you do from me!" The producer interrupted. My confidence level took a major down fall, like the Jonas Brothers popularity.

"Now you're costing me a whole lot of money, so get off my fricking SET!" The producer screamed. The whole set was dead silent. The photographer, makeup artists, and clothing designers all shot me dirty looks. I cried and ran to my car.

"Ew, the rat was finally exterminated!" I heard someone yell from the studio. I hated how everyone loved stupid Rowan Quinn. I hated how people didn't love me.

"Alexa, what happened?" My mom asked.

I just ignored.

"Alexa?" She asked again.

"I GOT FIRED BITCH!" I screamed. 

I can't believe I just called the woman who gave birth to me a bitch. I was truly becoming a monster.

"I got fired." I repeated while coughing.

"I don't know what to say." She replied softly.

"You don't need to say anything, just drive." I demanded sadly. I was getting shot by so many emotional bullets I couldn't handle it.

"Well if that's how you feel." She said. She started the engine and started to drive. I needed time to think and didn't want to talk with ANYONE.

"Alexa?" Mom asked again.

"What?" I hissed.

"I really think you should talk to your dad." She suggested. Why in God's name would I do that? He doesn't even know whats going on he's in Arizona!

"You think, but you don't know!" I shouted. My mom pulled over after that.

"That's it! I've been treating you like a queen for two decades and this is how you repay me?" She questioned angrily.

"I get it, your going through a lot but could you need to cheer up." She said softly.

It wasn't that easy. She doesn't know how it feels like to have the whole world against you.

"I-I just wanted this so bad but it's like it was taken away from me!" I started.

"EVERYTHING IS ALWAYS TAKEN AWAY FROM ME!" I cried.

"Why does God hate me! Why does he want me to suffer MOTHER?" I screamed in agony.

"I've spent too many FRICKING years being bullied or hated and I won't stand for it!" I continued.

My mom was extremely shocked.

"I DON'T HAVE ANY FAITH IN ANYTHING OR ANYONE ANYMORE!" I cried.

"Anymore.." I ended.

My mom was silent for the rest of the ride.

She didn't look at me and I didn't look at her.

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We arrived at my apartment and saw wrestling on again. I didn't care and just ran to my room to think about things.

I was 20 though, I had to pull myself together somehow and make it through this painful moment.

I decided to go on my phone and look at relatable posts on Instagram when I noticed two phone calls. It was put to voicemail and I played the first one.

"Hello this is WWE chairman Vince McMahon calling  to tell you about some great news." Mr. McMahon started. I was wondering if my mom entered some stupid contest on WWE.com or something like that.

"I would like to give YOU, a five year contract with World Wrestling Entertainment." He offered.

"Your agent Darrell Johnston sent me stunning head shots of you and I think your beauty would bring a lot more viewers to the show!" He continued.

"In conclusion, I would like you to meet with my talent's scouter on Monday at 3:00 P.M sharp in Miami Florida." He ordered.

"So hope you make the right decision, your CEO Vince McMahon." He ended.

Everything suddenly changed. I didn't know ANYTHING about wrestling and would never want to do it. My stomach was twisted and I couldn't decide what to do.