Shoot

"You only get one life, make the most of it." I'm guessing that screwing my way through the female talent for the last ten years wasn't what Louis Sachar had in mind when he said that. Piece of shit. Home wrecker. Manwhore. I've been called them all. Earned them too. I can't erase what I've done, I own it all. It just damn sure isn't the legacy I imagined leaving behind when I finally hang up my boots and call it quits. I'm not who I was when I agreed to do this for the rest of my life. To be this. The best professional wrestler on the planet? A Heavyweight Champion in multiple promotions? The top dog?That I wanted. It's in the selling of my soul to the devil and becoming Gavin the character more than Gavin the man, I didn't see coming. Somewhere along the way, dollar signs and perks overtook the rush of being in the ring. Overtook the dream. Changed me. So, I did what my man Louis up there said. I made the most of it until the most wasn't good enough anymore. I'm tired. Tired of being Gavin "The Manwhore" Fortune. After ten years, one too many burned relationships, and a black mark that no matter how much I do, I can't wash off, I'm ready to be me. No Fortune. Just Gavin. And Dawson, the newest devil in my world, she can get me there. I just need to find a way to make her like me first.