New fanfic
Title : Wrestlers cause
Characters: CM Punk and Made up Diva Mira
Genre: comfort/ hurt and Romance
Language: english
Rated: T for dark theme
Summary: Mira is a size 18 BEAUTIFUL diva with great wrestling skills but LOW self esteem, can she find comfort in a new friend? Cm punk ...
Chapter 1
I am Cut
MIRA POV
I walk down the backstage hallway, headed to the divas locker room. I open the door to find nobody else has arrived. I start brushing my hair, i looked at myself in the mirror.
'you are so ugly' i whispered to myself. I had my dream job but i still had no self esteem. I didnt have a problem going in the ring because i felt like somebody else but when im not in the ring i feel like myself again a size 18 female wrestler that nobody else wanted around. I constantly felt like a peice of crap, and every corner i turned I felt like i was being judged, or when i seen groups laugh feel like they are laughing at me, i never really feel secure.
I started getting into my wrestling gear, tho i would much rather a sweater and sweat pants to cover my body. I grabbed my pants and pulled them on, and grabbed my tank top, which was so tight in the chest it made it look like my boobs popped out the front a little bit.
As I started to take the curlers out of my hair, all the other Diva's started entering the locker room. I received a disgusted look from several of them but my friend Kelly came over and put her stuff beside mine.
"Hi Mira" She gave me a brief hug and flashed her 100 watt smile at me.
"Hey Kelly" I hugged her back, giving her a half smile.
"Come on, whats wrong? Why aren't you smiling?" She nudged me as she took of her sweater revealing the top part of her pink wrestling gear.
"Just not in the mood today I guess," I said trying to be convincing giving her my full smile just so she would stop worrying.
"That's my girl," She said.
"So, we are fighting the Bella's tonight eh?" I said to her taking the rest of my curlers out of my brown/ black hair.
"Yes, and it says in the script we are supposed to win, so I'm glad on that part, I talked to Stephanie and I heard one of us is getting a story line very soon," Kelly informed me.
"There's a shocker, they'll probably turn one of us Heel like they did to Eve," was my response.
"I hope its you, you haven't really had a story line yet, except for the one we had a while back," She finished her mascara.
"I don't want one, I don't want anybody to be forced to work with me," I put my eye brow ring in, I decided on keeping my lip ring out since it was almost ripped out last week by one of the Bella's on PURPOSE!
"Whats wrong with working with you?" Kelly asked me.
"Whats not wrong?" Brie said nonchalantly, as Nikki giggled behind her.
Kelly went to yell at her I stopped her. 'She's not wrong, I'm gonna go for a walk," I grabbed my sweater, my match was later so I had time.
I considered going to catering, but hate eating in public, so I just went to see one of the trainers to talk about my recent leg injury, I had my head down and ear phones in when I bumped somebody and ended up on the ground, great another thing i hate doing, going for a sitting to standing in front of people.
I looked up to see Punk standing in front of me.