Underdog

Chapter 1

"Great match out there." I hear as I'm removing my boots. I looked up to see my good friend Mustafa Ali, I just call him Ali.

"Yeah, thanks." I said rolling my eyes, standing up straight holding my wrestling boots.

He chuckled slightly.

"No really, nice ring work."

"Yeah if they thought so, they wouldn't hype me up just to have me lose." I vented as I began to walk to my locker room.

He strolled alongside me.

"Trust me, I know how you feel. Just keep doing what you do, the crowd's getting behind you. You'll get your well deserved matches." He advised.

I nodded.

"Ali!" Someone called.

He looked back then looked to me.

"See you in catering?" He asked before turning back and begining to sprint towards the person who called for him.

"See ya!" I called out.

I walked into my locker room and changed out of my gear. I put on a pair of fitted blue jeans and a white tank top. I put on my white converse and left my locker room.

I strolled the backstage area, on my way to catering. I was about to pass the gorilla when I saw him. It's been weeks since he's been here, but here he was.

I stopped in my tracks when we made eye contact.

"Gia..." He began to walk to me.

I took a step back. He sighed.

"Gia, can we talk? Please?" He reached out to take my hand.

I hesitantly pulled back.

"I can't. I have to go meet Ali." I said, trying to walk past him.

He gently grabbed hold of my hand once again, goosebumps surfacing, causing me to turn around.

"Well can I stop by your hotel room later? I really want to talk." His eye spelled sadness and remorse.

"Maybe." I spoke barely above a whisper and pulling my hand out of his.

He smiled softly.

"See you."

"Bye Randy." I turned away and quickly made my way to catering.

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I walked out to my rental once the show was over, pulling my suitcase behind me. I opened my trunk, tossed my suitcase in and shut the trunk.

"Hey Gia." Someone said causing me to jump. I see it's Ali and he bursts into a fit of laughter.

"Why would you do that?" I slapped his arm. "Almost gave me a heart attack."

He continued to laugh, I rolled my eyes and walked around to get in the car. He followed. I got into the car and rolled down the window just as he finished laughing.

"You done?" I ask.

"I'm sorry, I had to. I saw the opportunity and I took it." He grinned.

"What do you want, punk?"

"I was gonna ask if you wanted to come out tonight. A few of us were gonna go get some beers and some food."

"Nah, I think I'm gonna go back to the hotel and relax, I'm a little sore from my match." I answer.

"Okay, see you around." He waved, walking away to his car.

I started my car and pulled out of the arena, making my way back to the hotel.