Golden Boy

Why?

I swear the most random shit always happens to me, I honestly don't even know why half of the time. I don't even know if it is all that bad either. People do the craziest things for the weirdest reasons and some how I'm always stuck in the middle of it all.

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After my little confrontation with Dean I decided I needed to take a breather outside. I sat on a black bench at the front of the arena just looking at all the cars parked in the lot to see their favorite wrestlers. That was my dream from the very beginning to become a wrestler but someone always told me I could never do it and as always I believed them.

"It's my dream I want it more than anything I really think I'll make it."

"Yea right you're shit you wouldn't make it in this company if you were competing against rats," he spat at me as I sat cross legged on the bed we shared.

"Why must you always be mean to me?"

"Because I don't want you to be so upset when you hear it from somebody else you'll already be used to it if I tell you now."

"But don't you love me?"

"Of course I do Viviana you know that right I always will no matter what," he walked up to me and roughly kissed my face making me fall back into the bed as he climbed on top of me pinning my hands back over my head.

I took a deep breath resisting the best I could from pulling a cigarette out and smoking it. I haven't smoked in a while I've been trying to stop and I've been succeeding at that until Dean started making me think about everything I used to go through.

"Hey what are you doing out here, Viviana?" A orange haired girl walked up to me with a concerned look.

"I uh just needed some fresh air, you know, clear my mind," I said stubbling on my words, it was partially true most of it was to just get away from Dean. "What about you Becky don't you have a match tonight?"

"Yeah I come out here all the time before one of my matches just to look back at how far I came," she took a deep breath as she sat down next to me.

Becky was the most innocent person I have ever met, how could she always be like that? "You must have worked real hard to make it here," I sighed wishing I could have been a Diva as well.

"It was definatly worth it though I absolutely love my job," she said cheerfully in her rich Irish accent. I looked at her to see a big smile spread across her face.

"Yeah," I said awkwardly not really knowing what else to really say, part of the reason why I have absolutely no friends.

"Well I have to go I'll see you around Viviana," she said waving goodbye as she left the bench and headed back into the arena.

I took a deep breath and burried my head into my knees beginning to cradle back and forth on the bench. I wish I could be as happy as Becky sometimes.

I lifted my head to look at the scenery before collecting myself and heading back into the arena. I didn't bother to look around my eyes solely looked at the concrete floor only. Although I could hear Enzos deep, New Jersey accent and I decided to walk off even faster heading to my office.