4/22/15
Author's Note: This is my first attempt at a multi-chapter story so please bare with me.
You never thought in your wildest dreams that you would be wrestling for the WWE, something you were a fan of since you were a small child. But after six grueling months of training in NXT you were finally granted a contract for the main roster. One thing you weren't counting on was how focused they were on your physical appearance, which you had already had a problem with since your teen years.
You suffer from an eating disorder called bulimia and it's been driving you mad for years. You would sneak food around the house and binge to the point where you had to rush to the bathroom to purge, exactly what you wanted. It disgusted you every time, but you couldn't help but continue the ritual. You loved going to buffets which gave you the freedom to eat as much as you wanted to later release it once you got home.
Why do you do this? Well, your parents weren't the nicest people in the world, and they were always on your case about your appearance. Your complexion, your hair, the way you dress, but mostly your weight. Even if you weighed 120 pounds, which was the proper weight for your height of 5'3 they'd say that you were too fat and ugly. Of course, every other person you came in contact with said that you were pretty and very fit, but you didn't believe them 'cause your parents had corrupted your thinking.
So, when the WWE talent are walking around all fit and healthy looking you can't help but wonder if they have the same problem as you. You doubt it, but you never know. Your first official day was full of nerves and anxiety. You were looking for the Diva's locker room when you bumped into a tall and muscular figure and almost toppled over. "Oh, excuse me, I didn't see you there." said a man's deep voice.
You looked up and recognized him immediately. "No it was my fault. I was looking for the diva's locker room and wasn't watching where I was going. You're Randy Orton, right?" you said in a hurried voice.
Randy smiled slightly and said, "Yes I am. I heard we were getting a new Diva for the roster. Amy Brackner, right?" before offering hand.
Shaking hands I said, "That's me. And as you can probably tell I'm kind of lost. You wouldn't happen to know where the Diva's locker room is, would you?"
You let go and he said, "I do even though I make sure not to go in. One of the other guys did out of curiosity and got his ass whooped. Let me show you." You laughed as you followed Randy just down the hall feeling somewhat stupid not knowing it was right there. Before going in you swapped phone numbers and agreed to go out for dinner that night. You went about your business the rest of the show making friends with a few of the divas, anxiously waiting for your date with Randy later that night.
