DISCLAIMER: This story is pure fiction and in no way does it reflect the real life of the real-life characters mentioned. I am in no way affiliated with WWE. Contains violence, drug use, foul language, and sexuality.
I pulled the straps on my boots tight and stood up,checking my hair in the mirror one more time before heading out of the women's locker room. Phil was standing by the door,ready to go.
"About fucking time." he said.
I winced as he grabbed me by the shoulder and guided me down the hallway toward the curtain.
His grip was firm and commanding. I was a part of his 'straight-edge society',his valet,and I hated it. I sucked it up and dealt with it,because I was living my dream. I was a wrestler in the WWE. Phil's oppenent was standing at the bottom of the stage stairs waiting for his cue. Jeff was beautiful,though I could never let Phil know I thought so. He turned around and looked at me with the same look he always gave me. Sympathetic, I thought, like he knew something. His music started playing and he ascended the stairs, walking past the curtain to a roar of screaming fans. Phil and I waited for our music to start so we could be greeted by the same fans,booing us as hard as they could. When the first few notes of "This Fire Burns" began playing,I ascended the steps ahead of Phil,just like always.I knew his eyes were on me,a thought that made me absolutely nauseated. I apparently was walking too slowly for his pleasure, so he pushed me up the last two steps. I fell on my hands and knees, tearing my fishnets at the knees and jamming my wrist. "Get up...let's go,Nixon." he said. I pulled myself up and walked past the curtain, fighting tears. I was a wrestler, I needed to suck this up. It was hard to 'suck it up' when you were someone's ragdoll, tossed around,controlled,and abused at the owner's pleasure and leisure. We made our way down the ramp to the ring. Phil got on the mic and preached to the crowd about living straight-edge, poked fun at Jeff, who was standing outside of the ring now, staring at me.
"You people boo me because you can't handle the truth!" he said to the fans.
The truth was,Phil was a hypocrite. He preached the straight-edge lifestyle,and poked fun at Jeff for his checkered past. In all reality, Phil was much worse than Jeff was. The tape over his elbow covered track marks from heroin needles,and I spent most nights in our hotel room having sex with him while he was drunk,much to my distaste. I never imagined living my dream would be such a nightmare. I exited the ring as the match started, my eyes locked on the 'enemy' the whole time. I had spoken maybe five words to the man in my entire life. "Can I have your autograph?" when I was seventeen. The thoughts in my mind at this moment were the same as they were then.
Fuck me,he's gorgeous. I thought to myself. I was glad Phil couldn't hear my thoughts...Jeff,too for that matter. I'm sure he didn't feel the same way about me. The way he moved still mesmerized me,the same way it had for the past ten years. He was the biggest influence on my life, whether he knew it or not. I also found him to be the most gorgeous creature to ever be put on earth. My mind wandered off once again, a familiar fantasy replaying in my head. I was snapped out of my trance by the sound of Phil's music playing. He'd won the match. It was now time to come back from the imag-i-nation,no matter how badly I wanted to stay. We walked back up the ramp,past the curtain,and I descended the stairs, feeling Phil's eyes on me, knowing what was coming as soon as we got back to the hotel. I dreaded his greasy hair falling into my face, his tattooed arms pinning me down,the stench of alcohol and cigarettes on his breath as he took advantage of me as I lie motionless,emotionless,and numb while he got his pleasure. As we walked down the hallway toward our dressing rooms,I felt another pair of eyes watching me. I glanced quickly over my shoulder and saw Jeff staring after us. Our eyes connected for a moment before he turned and walked away. I went into the women's locker room and changed into my jeans & Tool t-shirt. I threw my hair into a ponytail, grabbed my duffel bag,and rushed to get to the hallway before Phil had to knock on my door. He'd be angry if he had to come get me.I closed the door behind me just as he walked out of his dressing room.
"For once you're ready before me. Let's go." he said, grabbing my elbow. I was tempted to jerk away but I knew better. I'd rather not cause a scene in public....again. We walked past Jeff on our way out, who once again gave me that knowing look. "Hey." he said. I opened my mouth to reply but Phil started walking faster. I looked back at Jeff who was still staring after us.