I could feel anger radiating off me as I walked backstage and I guess everyone else could too because everyone avoided me. I quickly walked into my locker room and paced. After awhile my anger died down and I sat on the sofa and put my head in my hands. I had ruined everything I worked for in one moment.
When Alicia Fox said that I'd be as worthless as my father I snapped. I didn't care what she thought of me, but my father was my world. He was the entire reason that I wrestled. My father worked his whole life to be a WWE Superstar and he never got a contract. Eventually he had to retire because he got injured too badly to continue.
When I first started wrestling I competed through Irish Whip because my dad's job transfered him to Ireland when I was 16, but I used a completely different style. I was going through a tough time and I was really angry. It came out even more when i wrestled and the company loved it. They gave me an angle as a Scottish street fighter and all my moves revolved around Scottish myth. I became pretty popular, but it was a violent disliked popularity. I didn't want to be that type of person so I left and got into the Florida circuit, without my old attitude. I was going in without an angle as myself. I got lucky and the WWE picked me up in less than a year.
When I snapped in the ring with Alicia I used a lot of my old moves and I didn't think the board would be too happy. I stood up, and quickly changed into some sweats and a zip up over my sports bra before I gathered my stuff into my bag before pulling open the door. I started to step out when I ran into Aj who I shared the locker room with. She was quiet, but nice and we got along really well. She was looking up at me nervous.
"Stephanie wants to talk to you, like now in her office." I sighed and nodded before walking down the hall towards the offices. Aj grabbed my arm and I turned back to her.
"Tell me about when you get back to our room, OK?" I nodded again and headed off.
As I got to the main backstage area I could hear a lot of people shouting about something. As I walked into the room I saw most of the roster gathered around the large TV on the wall. On the screen I saw myself climb to the top rope before jumping off and driving my elbow into Alica's chest. I saw her body fold up on itself before I got the three count. I was horrified, buttp everyone in the room was thrilled. People were clapping and cheering.
"Now that's a badass finisher!" John Cena shouted from the front of the group.
"It's called the Pict Pick and that's not the first win it got me." I said taking my eyes off the screen.
Everyone turned around and looked at me. I quickly started down a hall towards Stephanie's office. I didn't want to deal with all the questions. When I got to the door I paused and took a deep breath before knocking on the door. I heard a voice tell me to enter and I opened the door and walked in to meet my fate.
When I walked in I saw Stephanie at a desk reading something on her computer. She looked up and smiled when she saw me. I was confused because I was positive that I was going to be fired for acting so violently and out of character. Which seemed odd now that I thought about what my profession was.
"Eva! Come in and sit down. I need to talk to you about your match tonight." I sat on the chair across from her and looked at her as she continued to smile at me.
"I was very impressed by the moves you did at the end of the match. We have never seen anything like that from you before. You have always been a calm, upbeat competitor, but it was a complete 180; you were so cold and stoic. Have you been doing any kind of extra practice?" When I shook my head she continued. "Well I think that we should run with it a whole line of new matches starring you. You can really take over the Diva division here with that new style." I swallowed and started sweating. This was almost worse than being fired. I didn't want to be that person again.
"I'm sorry Stephanie, but I can't. I gave up that style of wrestling when I moved back to the US." I may have just sealed my fate at this company, but I liked who I was now. I didn't mind that I was a shy, smiley girl who didn't have a lot of friends. I was happy and that's what mattered.
Stephanie frowned and looked back at her computer for a second before looking back at me again. She leaned forward on her desk.
"Well I definitely don't want to fire you after the performance you gave tonight. The viewers really loved, but if we can't make it work in a storyline then I do isn't know how I can keep you here. I am going to try and think something up before Smackdown." I tried to hold in my tears as I nodded and stood. I shook Stephanie's hand and said goodbye as I left the room. I immediately went to the nearest restroom and locked myself in a stall to get myself together. I let myself cry a little bit because I felt like I was letting my father down as well as myself and it hurt.