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that brother.
    It took a couple years, but after finding a photo shopped magazine cover of him and his brother as wrestling superstars, Rayne went back to that dream and pursued it with vigor.
    Despite the fact he hadn’t achieved superstar status, it didn’t stop him. He wrestled every weekend on the Midwest circuit, driving city to city just to get into the ring.
    It wasn’t about the measly twenty dollars he got, it was just about doing it. Even though he was already thirty-two, he wasn’t stopping.
    Each night he stepped into that ring, he raised his hand up, peered to the ceiling and in his mind said, ‘This is for you, Billy.’
    One day, Rayne would get there. One day.
    This Monday morning was difficult. He had taken a bad fall off the top rope, and his back hurt. He worked for a private refuse company, and they had their route. The harder stuff was done, and Rayne was happy about that. Then he got the text from his girlfriend that there was an emergency at the apartment and he had to get there fast.
    The message meant he either called off for the afternoon or talked his truck partner into swinging by the apartment.
    “It’s not an emergency.” Brad, his partner said. “You know it.”
    “Look. See? It says it right here.” Rayne showed him the phone. “Emergency.”
    “She does this all the time. At least once a week.”
    “Yeah but what if this is the time she’s laying on the floor bleeding to death or something?” Rayne said.
    “Then why would she call you and not 911?”
    “Because she loves me and I’m the first one that comes to mind.”
    Brad laughed out a loud ‘Ha’ and shook his head. “If we stop, we can’t break for lunch.”
    “We got the Ambassador, we can make time there.”
    “Fine. Fine.” Brad turned the vehicle around. “You’re lucky I’m a nice guy.”
    “You are. Thank you.”
    Brad only grumbled and headed in the direction of Rayne’s apartment complex.
     
    Lita had been Rayne’s girlfriend for two years. She was absolutely beautiful. Tall and gorgeous and no matter where Rayne went with her, he was envied by his friends and coworkers. Until she opened her mouth, proving once and for all, beauty was only skin deep.
    She wasn’t very nice.
    He raced up the stairs to his second floor apartment. The moment Rayne opened the door and called out her name, he was greeted by a vase that whizzed by his head and smashed into the wall.
    “Hey, hey.” Rayne held up his hand. “It’s me. Not a burglar.”
    “I know that, asshole.” She folded her arms and stormed to him.
    “I thought maybe you thought I was someone else and you were protecting yourself.’
    “No! I mean t to hit you.”
    “You missed.”
    Quickly, Lita grabbed the remote, threw it at Rayne and hit him in the head.
    “Ow.”
    “Two hundred dollars!” She screamed, waving a piece of paper. “Debit card statement, Rayne. Two hundred for boots. Another one hundred and fifty for tights. And what is this... three fifty for a cape?”
    “I thought I’d change my shtick. It didn’t work.”
    “Nothing is going to work. I’m tired of this. I couldn’t figure out why, after your pay was deposited that my hair cut was declined. This …” She slammed it into his chest. “is why. Seven hundred dollars, Rayne. Seven on wrestling shit! That’s just this month.”
    “I need the stuff.”
    “You need to quit.”
    “It’s my dream and I am not giving it up.”
    “You don't think maybe you’re a little too old for this dream?”
    “Rick Flair wrestled well into his sixties.”
    “Rick Flair can bite me.”
    “That’s just disrespectful ,” Rayne said. “Are you sure you’re not upset about the groupies?”
    “What groupies? You have twelve year olds and middle age men chanting for you. No Rayne, this is about me being tired of being poor. Tired of never having money. Having things bounce so you can wrestle.”
    “What if you got a job?”
    Lita gasped. “How dare you? You promised me I