When I walk into the ring surrounded by thousands of people, I detach myself from everything else. I focus on nothing but the match and prepare to entertain. For the past few years I have put myself out there for the sole purpose of getting ahead. After numerous let downs and disappointments, I am finally here. And even now while I wait for my opponent, I realize just how far I have come. As I stand here millions of people are watching me, waiting patiently for the show to begin, and already dreading commercial breaks. But the people seated in sofas across the nation don't know my story; they don't care about my father's death or what's hidden behind my flashy mask, all they are concerned about is the match. The sound of my rival's theme music echoes the room suddenly, she soon appears; a smug grin fills her face. She bounces down the ramp with glee and waves to the raging crowd. She climbs up the robes and spreads her arms wide, the audience screams her name. "Maryse, Maryse." I had already known that she was going to be favored by them, I knew it all along. Her face was appealing and radiant; mine however wasn't; not since the day of the accident, I keep it hidden behind my mask. She turns towards me and bends her knees slightly as if ready to pounce. When the bell rings it is time; she corners me in one of the edges of the ring, thrusting me into the metal pipe. I force my way out and aim my fist directly at her, she dodges it and pushes me down. By now the crowd is wild, wailing and shouting with all their might. Maryse grabs my hair and yanks hard, I kick her back and she lands across the ring. I jump on her and smack her repeatedly until she shoves me off. I collapse in the center of the ring and I'm blinded by the flashes of light up above. While I'm distracted, Maryse tugs at my mask; I swat her hand away and make a last ditch effort to get away. We both knew how this match was going to end, we knew for awhile now. Even so, we acted the part and played it well. However, her grabbing at my mask wasn't planned, in fact it wasn't aloud. When I signed up for the WWE I made it clear to them it could never come off. Maryse has been trying to get my mask off for years now, I can't stand her. Nothing is done about her foul play because she is untouchable in the WWE universe; so here I am fighting for my tragedy to stay hidden. She pins me down as the referee counts. "1, 2..." I push her off and slam her to the ground. She lays there dazed as I climb the robes and stand high and mighty, I soar in the air as I aim for my landing. I plummet on her back and pin her down "1, 2, 3" It's all over. I stand up and face the crowd; I can hear the announcers recapping the match with steady voices. I know they wanted Maryse to win but I earned this win, whether they believed it or not. I was slowly scaling the WWE list of house hold names. I walk back up the ramp and listen to the cheering of my true fans, they're everything to me; without them I'm worthless here. With Maryse still sprawled across the ring, I disappear backstage. I am no longer Jamie Braxton from Marietta, Georgia; I'm Rachael Rowdy, rising WWE super star.
A Forgotten Feeling- A Cody Runnels Love Story
