Just because I act hard doesn't mean I have no
feelings
I don't own any of the WWE wrestlers, Vince McMahon does. I know its short and my spelling isn't very good but please, this is my first fic so Read and Reply.
Steve walked into the dressing room, he slowly opened the door. Heads turned round to face him everyone had a look of disgust on there faces. As he walked over to his locker some of the wrestlers gave him sharp stares. He took a deep breath and carried on; he turned to put his stuff in his locker. Once he turned his back that's when the whispers began. He gulped as he heard what the others were saying most of what wasn't true. He couldn't take it the words were cutting at him. He dropped his stuff and walked as quickly as he could out of the room, trying not to make eye contact so he was looking at the ground. He walked to the cafeteria as he opened the door everyone stopped. He couldn't take it he turned round, everywhere he went to seemed to be full of people, who wanted to judge Steve. Finally he found an empty room he looked round there was a couple of chairs then he looked up on the wall. There was an old picture of him, but in blood red letters the words traitor sprayed all over it. He couldn't take it anymore he collapsed into the nearest chair. He held his head in his hands and tears began to roll down his face. This is a very unusual occurrence for Steve. He could hear breathing then he heard a familiar voce that he hadn't heard in a while, and someone he wouldn't exect. He lifted his head up just enough to see the man's clothes. Sweat pants and a checked shirt. He then lifted his head further up to complete the whole picture. He man seated himself next to Steve. "What happened to me Mick" questioned a tearful Steve "You stopped believing" Mick Foley answered "Believing in what" "Believing in yourself, you need to believe in yourself in this businsiniss in and out of the ring. " "They are all saying stuff that aint true" "Does that really matter, as long as you no the truth Steve"
Steve got up and rushed out of the room," "Where you going" Mick shouted "Im going to set a few people straight."
I don't own any of the WWE wrestlers, Vince McMahon does. I know its short and my spelling isn't very good but please, this is my first fic so Read and Reply.
Steve walked into the dressing room, he slowly opened the door. Heads turned round to face him everyone had a look of disgust on there faces. As he walked over to his locker some of the wrestlers gave him sharp stares. He took a deep breath and carried on; he turned to put his stuff in his locker. Once he turned his back that's when the whispers began. He gulped as he heard what the others were saying most of what wasn't true. He couldn't take it the words were cutting at him. He dropped his stuff and walked as quickly as he could out of the room, trying not to make eye contact so he was looking at the ground. He walked to the cafeteria as he opened the door everyone stopped. He couldn't take it he turned round, everywhere he went to seemed to be full of people, who wanted to judge Steve. Finally he found an empty room he looked round there was a couple of chairs then he looked up on the wall. There was an old picture of him, but in blood red letters the words traitor sprayed all over it. He couldn't take it anymore he collapsed into the nearest chair. He held his head in his hands and tears began to roll down his face. This is a very unusual occurrence for Steve. He could hear breathing then he heard a familiar voce that he hadn't heard in a while, and someone he wouldn't exect. He lifted his head up just enough to see the man's clothes. Sweat pants and a checked shirt. He then lifted his head further up to complete the whole picture. He man seated himself next to Steve. "What happened to me Mick" questioned a tearful Steve "You stopped believing" Mick Foley answered "Believing in what" "Believing in yourself, you need to believe in yourself in this businsiniss in and out of the ring. " "They are all saying stuff that aint true" "Does that really matter, as long as you no the truth Steve"
Steve got up and rushed out of the room," "Where you going" Mick shouted "Im going to set a few people straight."