Backstage Drama

Almost as fast as I went up the ranks I was sent crumbling back down. Almost two months ago I was fighting Vixen and I erm didn’t win. Today marked my fifth consecutive day of not losing and to make matters worse it was to some dumb rookie. Now I’m walking back to my locker room in just my panties. Things were looking rough and they were about to get even worse.

When I came back my girlfriend, Jenna, was waiting for me with her new expression. When I lost to Vixen she was shocked but supportive. When I lost to Amazon after that she became less sympathetic. Jenna grew more annoyed and ashamed of me with each loss. After losing to Low Rider tonight she wore a face of pure apathy. She was losing interest in me, I could feel it. She wasn’t in the crowd tonight due to her wanting to avoid the 2nd hand embarrassment. She had watched the match on her phone and I knew she wasn’t impressed.

“What the fuck is going on with you? You keep losing!” Jenna exclaimed dissapointment shaking within her.

I threw on my robe waiting for me in my dressing room. An embarrassment in itself that I had to take counter measures in case I lost. “Don’t worry. I know what I have to do now. I’m gonna make my comeback soon just you wait!” I tried to persuade her but she wouldn’t budge.

Dismissing my comfort she rolled her eyes and replayed the match highlights “You said that 3 weeks ago.”

Her words struck me deep. I was infuriated, frustrated, and humiliated. But before I could make a rebuttal of my own I noticed a woman walk from out of the back of my dressing room.