Authors Note: This was an idea I've had for a little while. I'm not too sure of how I am on the idea of this being wrote as like... a blog post kind of thing? I'm gonna leave it down to people that read it. But hey, my returns to WWE fan fiction. The mentions of UK wrestling are fully centered on local wrestling shows that happen around me.

Developmental was a hard process. I trained for years in the UK, but coming to America and seeing how different things were - yikes. It was a culture shock. I went from doing what people would consider extreme in training to relearning how to fall. It was so different that I was just out of it for months. I met some really great people. That's where you come in. Colby... Seth. Whatever you wanna go by. Hell, if this gets out, I'm sure people are gonna take great delight in knowing just who I'm talking about. How that perfect image you have to the fans is nothing but a disguise. You're so nice, aren't you? So sweet. Yeah, I fell for that just like a lot of other people.

Anyway, let's start at the beginning of all of this bullshit.

It was the day before I went up from developmental. The coach (Fuck it if I can remember his name. Guy gave me the creeps.) had made comments about how superstars were coming to visit, and I was ecstatic. I remember wondering if Jeff and Matt would come up. They'd just returned, and being from North Carolina? I needed the words of wisdom from them. Best friends, best friends when I needed them. That's for another post, though. You don't need to worry about them. Anyway, Seth – you showed up with that strange poise about you. And I just needed to know more. I needed to make sure that you know who I was. I put on the best shows I could on that day. Some blonde chick complained about how I'd hurt her ribs, but it didn't matter. I was going up to WWE, and she wasn't. The end of the day, and you'd mentioned training with me. Strange, I didn't think I'd made that much of an impression. We trained together for a week.

It really only took me a week to fully fall in love with you.

Your laugh was contagious. The strange competitions on the Xbox. It was enough to keep me hooked. Most people would've blown it off. It was a rookie with a crush on a competitor, but - you liked me, didn't you? I remember a meeting with Stephanie. We were talking about how they were going to introduce me. A remake of Team Extreme and I was getting to do what hadn't been done in the division for a while. My phone was constantly going off. It was you.

[ text ]: done yet?
[ text ]: there's a nice little creak not too far
[ text ]: think you can get there if i text you directions?

Steph had left to get some paper work, and I saw my opportunity.

[ text ]: Colby please.
[ text ]: I can get there fast enough.

And I did. It only took me 15 minutes of agonised driving to find the small place you'd been talking about. I remember having dreams about a kiss like this. We were just enjoying talking, and it happened. There was nothing special, nothing really screaming intimate about the moment between us. When you leant in and kissed me, though? It was like my whole life had turned upside down. I know what you're thinking. " Didn't the slut suck his dick? " I mean, I am a slut, right? Yikes, I can't write that anymore, can I? The stories that you heard weren't what really happened. We kissed, and both went about our day. It was how I envisioned the moment. It being normal.

But the next day, when I walked through the halls to meet Matt and Jeff before we went out – people laughing at me dragged me out of the strange stupor I was in. Why were they laughing? What the hell had happened for them to be laughing at me? None of them really know who I was, Colby. None of them and you made a name for me before I could make it myself.

I remember Sasha coming over to me "What's this that you fucked Colby?" What? Do you remember spreading that around? That I'd pulled a Paige and made sure you remembered who I was? Bullshit. Really fucking bullshit. I didn't bother talking, just quickly scuttled my way to where my tag partners were waiting. Even they looked at me like I was a whore. That's all I really was to you, wasn't it? Someone you could use and then move onto the next. (I want your answer tweeted. Fans might not get it, but everyone after you will. Consider it.. My dying wish.)

It really hurt. That was the first day that I genuinely felt I had no-one, but I had to power through it. I had to make sure that no-one know the twisted way that the locker room was already talking about me. I put on a show. I really did. Getting in the ring against men a lot bigger than me was just to spite you, Colby. I wanted to show you that I wasn't affected.

But I was. Really fucking affected.

And that's it. You ruined my life in a few simple words

"She let me fuck her like the whore she is."

Oh, by the way – I should probably make sure you know. It's Gemma. You know, the Diva that ended up hanging herself? Yeah, her. Words written with incredible anger by a dead girl.

If you're reading this, you're on this blog. You're one of the reasons why something that should've been a dream for me... ended up a nightmare. Let it be known, you're to pass the link onto the next person on this list. If you don't, I will have someone release this to the public. Let the whole world know what lies and facades the WWE keep up to make sure their pretty boys and wonderful women's division are left untouched

You are being watched.

That person in the bus? The caterer? They could be the ones ready to ruin your life.

In the same way you did mine.

But hey, lets talk about the next post. Come on down, Matt Hardy. You're next.

Authors Note: So, Recently. I have finished both the 13 Reasons Why show, and reread the book. This was something that I'd wanted to do for a while, but honestly? Seeing the show really put my foot on the pedal to get this shit done. About half way through, unless people in the reviews want to know more about Gemma sooner, I'm going to make just a general about page for her and probably shove it at the start of this.

Anyway, shall we saaaaaaaaaaayy... 5 reviews for a chapter two?