Title: Let Me Breathe Author: Miss Calysto Rating: PG-13 Summary: "What do you know about pain? Try walking in my shoes, experience my sorrow. A childhood without hope, a life without joy. But hey, at least you'd be alive." Author's Note: This is my second wrestling fic, so please R/R and tell me how I'm doing. Good and Bad. ******** He sat back in his isolated room. He watched the monitor with a solemn expression etched on his face. He was tired of the loneliness, but truth be told this was all he had. He stood slowly, his shadow spreading far in front of him. He was a big man in his own right. He may not be the main event tonight. He may not wear a belt around his waist. But he wears his isolation, pride, and sorrow like a medal. He walked to the door and placed his strong fingers on the handle. He opened the door and held his head high. He no longer cared about what the others saw in him. He no longer gave a damn about the sneers from the other wrestlers. All he cared about was the pure rush he felt when he stepped into the ring. Where he enjoyed the pain, blood, and adrenaline he felt rather he won or loss. He is a great wrestler in his own right. And a better man then any of the other wrestlers want to admit. And he'll gladly bleed for the sport he loves so much, any day. Quote The Raven, Nevermore.