|The Pretty Ones
Author: DevlinV1 PM
[FIN:2004:Slash:RAPE] Rey, Shannon, Brian, and Paul recount their stories about what it's like to be pretty in a locker room filled with men, and the horrors that can ensue.Rated: Fiction M - English - Angst - Chapters: 4 - Words: 4,674 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 1 - Published: 04-03-07 - Status: Complete - id: 3474096
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The Pretty Ones
Inspired by "Awaking the Golem" by baslady.
Ravishing Rey Mysterio
When they told me that I would be hassled, I never cared. When they warned me my baby face would get me teased, it did not bother me. Even when they told me to my face that I would be sexually harassed for being so small and cute, I laughed in their faces. I still do not regret my decisions. I love my job and everything that it has given me and my family. I will admit, though, that there are times when I wonder if maybe I should have been more careful. If I had done things differently would I still be the Rey Mysterio I am today?
Many times before in my life, even before I ever wrestled, I was mocked because of the way that I looked. Not because I am Latino. Not simply because I'm short, because that's part of being Latino. It was instead because of my face. The looks that I have inherited from many generations of Rubio's. The genes fell perfectly together in me to create a face adored and petted by many women. Unfortunately, it's also been petted by many men.
Any man who tells you they're straight is most likely lying through their teeth. Most of the men I've met in my lifetime have been bisexual. I'm the same, but I think I was more forced into it than anything. The first time was when I was only a child, barely a teenager, when a teacher of mine decided that I needed to earn my good grades in a different way. After that it happened a few times with other guys that I went to school with. It was around that time that I began working out, building my body into a force to be reckoned with, hoping maybe those hijos de putas would think twice before trying to take me again. It worked. For the most part.
Amazing that it wasn't until I came to the WWE that those same old problems began to reveal themselves again. Once I became comfortable enough to remove my mask in the locker room the trouble began. I didn't mind the laughs or teases. It didn't bother me that they thought I looked like a child. I knew my baby face got me many, many female fans, and a beautiful woman to be my bride. Soon enough, though, it became all too clear that some people were not just amused by my appearance, but were attracted to it, too.
"Whatever you do, Rey, do not go into that locker room alone. Hear me?"
Mark Calloway's wisest advice to me was never heeded. I was a fool to think he was wrong. I had to learn the hard way I guess. I always have been stubborn. Thankfully, it only happened once. I made it too difficult for them, fighting, kicking, screaming, anything to keep them from enjoying me. I didn't stop them, but they must've decided I wasn't worth the effort. That, and they couldn't hurt me very much. My mistreatment in childhood made it easier on me. I never thought I could be thankful for being raped, but I was. It seemed to make everything in life seem that much easier.
Perhaps it was the rape and the molestation that made me Rey Mysterio. Maybe I became the strong man that I am today because I survived those tortures. I don't know. All I know is that for all He has put me through, God has also been very kind. I must've proven myself worthy for I now have a life I never thought possible.
Sobreviviré. Soy Rey Mysterio. Sobreviviré...
Next: Stunning Shannon Moore
Legalities: Rey Mysterio, and any other mentioned characters are property of World Wrestling Entertainment. I claim no knowledge of each of the characters sexual preferences or lives. This is a story of fiction, none of these events are real. I received absolutely no profit from this story.