Authors Note: The only people I own are Julianna, Mike, Sam, Matt the bouncer, and Julianna's family. It has multiple superstars from TNA, and WWE. I do not own them, nor do I want to. I give credit where credit is due. I don't know any superstar whatsoever, so if this shames someone, I'm sorry, please tell me and I'll take down the story.
It's the day after graduation, and I'm sitting on my couch in my new apartment. I work a dead end job, and all my body says is 'when am I gonna wrestle next'? That's because I'm a four time NCAA Division 1 Champion. I have tickets to go see my favorite wrestler at Slammiversary. It happens to be later tonight. Now my team worked their asses off, and got me a great package. Backstage, all the passes, and of course ring side seats, with a limo. I'm literally waiting on my driver as I'm sitting here. I take a long deep breath because I've been waiting for this night for a long time. I just wanna get noticed, and have a wrestling job. I've heard from a lot of people that most won't take a look at you unless you're kind of a big deal already or you've been in a development program for years.
My driver finally shows up, and I get my bag. We head to the arena, where I happen to be four hours early and I give him a tip. He leaves, and I just take a seat on the bench waiting for talent to show up. It's not like they're gonna know who I am. Or will they? I don't know, but I choose to sit there. Security finally notices me and starts to give me problems. I just show him my pass, and he tries like hell to kick me out.
"Sorry, I've got a package. I'm supposed to be here." I said.
After security finally leaves me alone, I just take a seat back on the bench. Now I know I'm supposed to be early, but not to have an idea of who to talk to is getting downright insane. That's when someone I recognize comes up. I'm dressed in a pair of jeans and a University of Georgia teeshirt, that happens to be red. We at UGA call it Georgia red, because it's pretty common in all our colleges to have this shade of red.
The person I recognized happened to be AJ Styles. "Hey gorgeous, are you waitin' on somebody?" He asked me.
"Actually I'm not sure who I'm supposed to talk to. My team bought me this package, which includes backstage and autographs, but they didn't give me a person to contact. I just have my pass." I said.
"You're the one from UGA, right?" He asked. He had a heavy Georgia accent, that drove me crazy.
"Yeah. I am." I said.
"Come on, I'll take you to the right guy." He said, and he held out his hand. "That's when AJ's wife, Wendy showed up.
"Thank you." I said, and I picked up my bag, and I took his hand.
"Get your hands off my husband." Wendy said in a mean way.
I let go of AJ's hand, and I backed off. Now it wasn't because I was scared of her, it was because of what happened to me earlier this year. "I'm... I'm sorry." I said, and I wanted to walk away.
"Wendy, she's a fan. Knock this off. Without people like her we wouldn't have jobs." AJ said. "Please, take my hand beautiful." He said to me.
This time I hesitated. I didn't want to cause problems in a marriage, and I didn't want to offend anybody.
"Please?" He asked.
I took his hand, and I didn't say anything.
He walked with me down the hall. "What's your name beautiful?" He asked.
"Julianna." I said, and I hesitated again. "Julianna Lombardi." I said my name with my last name this time, so he might know who I am.
"I heard you have quite the resume." He said.
"Thank you. So do you." I said. I wasn't gonna reveal the fact I was a huge fan of his, and I was going absolutely insane inside. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. All I could do was stay calm, and collected. This was my gift from my team to try and get noticed.
"What made you choose wrestling?" AJ asked.
"It's really funny. I got into a fight at school one day, and the wrestling coach said I fought pretty good. I ended up winning, but my punishment for it was to be on the wrestling team. After about two weeks, I fell in love with it, because it was my only spot to take out my anger, and get away with it." I said.
"And what kept you doing it?" He asked.
"After a year, I was pretty good, and I kept doing it, because I loved to wrestle. Then I got a scholarship, and you know the rest." I said.
"And you won four NCAA Division 1 championships." He said. "That's pretty impressive." He said, and he dropped off his bag, and his wife at his locker room, and then he took me to see Eric Bischoff.
"Thanks." I said.
"Don't be scared of this guy. He's the GM, and he'll take care of everything." AJ said.
I let go of AJ's hand when we got to the door, and he knocked on it. He told me not to be scared, but yet I was. I was scared to death that he wouldn't know me from a load of coal. AJ opened the door, and said "I've got the champ here."
"Oh she's here?" Kurt Angle asked.
I backed into a wall and stayed glued to it. Kurt Angle was huge. He was over 6 foot tall, and he weighed a good ninety pounds more than me. Compared to me, he could have been a monster.
"It's ok Julianna." AJ said.
"You freak people out with your size Mr. Olympic Hero." I said.
"Oh you know me then." Kurt said.
"I know who you are, but you scared the crap out of me." I said.
"I'm sorry for that." He said.
"Apology accepted." I said.
Eric finally came out, and I was still glued against the wall because it was kind of crowded now. I dropped my bag, between my feet, and I stood it up against the wall, and had it closed within my legs so no one could take it, but I also was completely out of the way.
"So you're the four time champ? You don't look like much." Bischoff said.
I looked up at him. "Want me to do a demonstration?" I asked.
"When was the last time you were on a mat?" Kurt asked.
"Two weeks ago." I said.
"And that was for?" AJ asked.
"My fourth championship. Something nobody has ever been able to do." I said.
"Got a job in the industry?" Kurt asked.
"Nope. No one wants a girl." I said.
"Damn right. We want men." Dixie Carter said as she walked up. "Now get the hell out of my locker room." She yelled.
"Ok." I said, and I picked up my bag and I walked out. I actually ended up walking to my seat, and I took my spot. My ring side seat was on the corner, so they would slap my hand when they walked into the ring, because I had the corner seat by the stairs. I just laid out my shirts on the corner, and I laid them out in the order of the matches, so they'd be able to sign it on their way back. I then took my seat, and I was unhappy. I didn't cry or anything. If anything, I was mad. I wasn't the type of person to give out my feelings, and I had a stupid feeling that Dixie was gonna be a bitch.
After I left and sat in my seat, AJ, and Kurt went to battle for me. "She wasn't back here trying to get a job. She was back here because her school paid for it. She got a backstage pass, and an autograph session which she didn't get to utilize." Kurt yelled at Dixie.
"She's done nothing wrong Dixie. All she did was try to get her autograph session set up, and now you kicked her out. She paid the money. Either refund her money, or go out there, apologize, and bring her back here." AJ yelled at Dixie.
Hogan realized what happened and he walked out to her seat. "Julianna?" He asked.
"Yeah." I said.
"Grab your shirts, and your bag. You're coming back, and getting autographs. I've got your table set up. He said. "They'll just come up, and sign." He said.
"Thank you." I said. I did as he said, and I walked back there. He did have a table set up for me. I laid out my shirts. I had one that I wanted everyone to sign, and then I had individual ones for some. I laid them out, and I put the sharpie on the table, and then I stood against a wall. They walked up one by one.
"Autograph your respective shirt, then the one at the end please. If you don't have an individual shirt up there, just do the one at the end. Thank you." I said. Once everyone was done, and I got my shirts signed I just put them in my bag. I then grabbed an AJ shirt that wasn't autographed, and changed into it. I then put my bag on my chest and hid the front of the shirt. After that, I walked out, and got back in my seat. I took my coat out, put it on and zipped it. I didn't want anyone knowing who my favorite wrestler was, until show time.
AJ walked out and saw me. "What's wrong?" He asked
