Beneath The Skin

Backstage Affairs

"Dean, relax. Please put the iron rod down." Roman tried to take it from me but I backed up.

"Fuck you Roman. I can't believe that bitch fucked Seth. Of all the people in the fucking world."

My blood was boiling. I was pissed. Renee and I were dating for almost a year before I caught her cheating with one of my close friends Seth Rollins. The crazy part is that I'm not even mad at him, I know what he is capable of. I'm mad that she gave into his dirty tricks. I walked around the staff parking lot looking for her car as I twirled the iron rod around in my hand. Once I spotted her car, I began busting out her windows. I slashed all her tires and put deep dents in the body of the car. Once all my anger was out I dropped the rod and started walking away.

"Now what did that solve?" Roman asked walking behind me.

"More than you think." We walked back into the building and went in our dressing room. Immediately I saw Seth and charged at him, punching him right in the face. Roman quickly ran to me and pulled me back.

"Yo what the fuck was that for!?" He exclaimed.

"Fuck you bitch, like you don't know. You fucked her!" I shouted out.

"Man. The whole dressing room fucked her! She's a slut bro. I basically did you a favor." He replied.

I shook Roman off me and calmed down. I sat on the couch and held my head down. I gave her everything. I opened up to her and I don't do that with everyone.

"I don't even care. Fuck her. Let's see how the fuck she gets around with her car busted up."

"Wait what?" Seth asked

"He took an iron rod and fucked Renee's car." Roman answered for me.

"Renee...sold her car. She has a scooter now."

Roman and I looked at each other.

"Holy fuck." We both said.

"Then who's car did I-"

We turned around as our dressing room door flew open.

"DEAN! What the fuck is this?"

I saw Stephanie charging at me with her phone pointed towards me. I stood up and looked at the phone. I could clearly saw myself smashing up the car I thought was Renee's.

"WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO MY FUCKING CAR?" She asked pushing my shoulder.

"Look Steph. Funny story, so Renee cheated on me with that guy over there so I thought that was her car and ya know I got a little angry." I explained

Her face was red and she was breathing heavily.

"First of all! You should of known. She has been fucking everyone in the dressing, including girls ever since she became a backstage interviewer."

"That's what I said!" Seth said in the background.

"Secondly you don't smash someone's fucking car cause you got cheated on. You need some help!" She continued.

Her red face was gone and she started smiling.

"That is why I have arranged for you to go to therapy for...I don't know...30 days." She announced.

"No fuck you Steph. I'm not going to therapy." She just smiled and started walking to the door.

"Fine, we will just bring the therapist to you and you can have your sessions here. If you fail to do so then I have no choice but to fire you. You're a ticking bomb waiting to go off and we can't have that here at our company. Now get ready for your match tonight boys. Good luck out there. Oh by the way, the money for the car is coming out of your pay check Seth."

"Why! I didn't bust your car!" Seth exclaimed.

"Shouldn't have gotten caught. Bye bye for now boys."

As she walked out, I slammed the door behind her. I don't need any therapy. I mean I did completely destroy her car but... seriously. That stuff never helps right? Yeah... of course it doesn't. I've seen it on TV. I shook my head and got ready. I chuckled to myself.

Therapy. Yeah right.

(A/N) I have a lot of love for Renee Young just so you guys know xD None of that is true. At least I hope not o.o Hope you enjoyed the first chapter ^.^