A WWE Diva expresses her interest for a certain wrestler. Please review, and if you have any opinions, or you think this should be made into a chapter story, please share. Thank you.
There was something about him, something I couldn't quite place, that drew me in. He's volatile, malicious, insane; a ticking time bomb. He is violent, quiet, a loner, and just plain sadistic. He is different. But… who's to say I don't like different.
Beware of him, they said. He's dangerous, they said. There's no way anyone would ever want to get in any sort of relationship with a guy like that, yeah, that's what they said. The warnings were everywhere, from everyone.
But that didn't stop my interest in him; it seemed like nothing could. Everything about him was just so insane and intense; the way he moved in the ring, sadistic, merciless, with every intention to cause harm. He just doesn't care, about anything, or anyone. That's what he says all the time, anyway.
He seemed so passionate about proving everybody wrong. He wanted to do what everybody said he couldn't, and he did. It was hard for me not to respect that, to admire that. He is so sadistic that it should scare me, but it doesn't; it's only drawing me further in. I can't explain it but he just has this animalistic attractiveness that cannot be ignored. It made me want him. It made me want the supposed danger he brought with him. His dangerousness is sexy. Some might say it's just a bad boy complex, but to me, it feels like something more.
I don't talk about him, or to him. But I watch him. Not in a stalker way, watching him from the shadows or any shit like that. On TV, just like everybody else. The Shield are supposed to be bad guys. They have everyone backstage on edge, even the non-wrestlers. I know I should be afraid of them, detest them even. I watch them, enjoying them, in secret. Their actions should have sickened me but instead they had every single cell in my body completely in awe at the destruction just those three men alone caused.
I haven't come into contact with them yet. But, if luck is on my side; maybe, just maybe, I'll get a taste of that insane bad boy. Dean Ambrose.