Treasure what you have. Time is too slow for those who wait; too swift for those who fear; too long for those who grief; too short for those who rejoice. But for those who love; Time Is Eternity
"With all due respect, I do believe that I've worked with your company behind the cameras long enough to understand the life of a diva. I'm ready for it. Heck; I've been ready for it. I've been training my whole life… maybe not as professionally as many of the other girls – but I can definitely learn! All I'm asking for is a chance." An optimistic 25 year old Brooklyn Taylor tried her best to speak with conviction to the World Wrestling Entertainment Chair himself, reciting the lines she practiced in front of the mirror billions of times over, just for it to reach the peak of persuasion.
Poker face, Mr. McMahon's expression was incomprehensible. She sighed distressingly, flipping the fringe of her wavy blonde locks to the side as the rest descended down her back. Seconds later, he mocked her sigh; and raised one eyebrow. "Please?" She added briskly, with luminescent hazel irises clear with anticipation.
"I'll give you a chance" Vince McMahon spoke music to Brooklyn's ears, she beamed with a smile graciously. "I'll sign you onto a contract if you completely agree to spend more time in the ring. More time training than out partying with your friends. Agreed?"
Brooklyn shook his hand, "Agreed" she spoke more assuredly than ever. She would gladly put aside a few drinks and dances with friends for a chance to finally be a WWE Diva, a dream that has been living inside her head for as long as she could remember, just waiting to be achieved, a dream that her whole family insisted on pursuing, along with herself of course. The whole Taylor family was ambitious of Brooklyn's aspiration.
They both stood from where they were seated as she exited his office with a bright, accomplished smile.
"Thank you so much , you definitely won't regret your decision."
"I have a feeling I won't, as well." He replied with a slight wink and professional nod before Brooklyn made her way to the building's hallways.
All that could be heard in the corridor was the click-clacking of her heels and she continued to smile with incitement, unzipping her purse, she immediately pulled out her Blackberry and began texting;
"Mission Accomplished. Guess who's going to be a Diva?"
Strolling through her contacts, she selected contact 'Adrianne Wilson' to send the pride-filled text message to. A great majority of achievements made in both their lifetimes have been made together, including being interns working with the WWE, side by side, even if they only started out stapling papers – they've done it together. Adrianne Wilson and Brooklyn Taylor are best friends, to ever definition of the word.
- xxxxxxxx –
"Excuse me, excuse me…" The brunette known as Adrianne Wilson darted through the corridors of the RAW arena, delivering scripts, announcing matches and escorting guests as RAW was beginning in just a few short moments. Feeling her Blackberry vibrate with a text message in her pocket, she had no choice but to ignore it. She was far too busy to pay any mind to text messages at the moment. She went on with doing her job, until it was completed and done with perfection, just as she liked it.
She plopped onto a lounge couch, sighing with relief as she was finally done with work for the time being. The plasma screen hung from the wall sparked with lights & pyros as the RAW intro began, although she was watching the show from the screen, she could hear every bit of the live action as the roar of the crowd fluctuated through the walls. The halls were quieter now that everything was settled, so the loud click-clacking of a female's heels as she narrowed towards the room Adrianne was settled in could be distinctly heard. A blonde dressed clad in a fitted plaid shirt with a pair of tight jeans with tall high-heel boots strutted inside the room.
"I've spent the last twenty minutes trying to find you!" Brooklyn spoke tiredly, raising her arms to emphasize her words.
"Ha! I've been running around this venue for the past 2 hours!"
"2 hours? Aw, my poor baby" Brooklyn smirked sarcastically; Adrianne shot her a quick glare in response.
"Not funny Brook"
"You know that's our job, 'Ri" Adrianne shrugged her shoulders, before relaxing further into the couch.
"It was still tiring" She retaliated, although acknowledging Brooklyn's remark. Brooklyn simply rolled her eyes in response, knowing there wouldn't be a possible way of winning a battle against Adrianne's complaints. "Speaking of jobs; how was the interview?"
Brooklyn raised both her eyebrows in counter to her question as her lips parted in a semi-astonished manner. "Umm, didn't read the text message I suppose?" She sighed, as she took a seat on the couch opposite from that of Adrianne's.
"Oh yeah, that text message" She spoke as she recalled the moment where she felt the vibration of the Blackberry in her pocket as she darted throughout the venue. "My bad, like I said before, extremely busy" Brooklyn nodded it off, crossing her fairly thin arms across her chest, as Adrianne reached for her phone to read the text message. Her dark brown orbs skimmed the screen as a smile crept its way onto the corners of her lips nearing the end of the message.
"He said yes?!" She spoke excitedly, as Brooklyn nodded apprehensively before being crushed by the strong arms of Adrianne in a tight bear hug. "Congratulations! I know how much you wanted this"
Brooklyn smiled brightly flaunting her pearly whites, "I know…" There wasn't much more she could say on account of being simply starstruck. This was the beginning of something new, an adventure even. A new path has been paved.
- xxxxxxxx –
"This party's going to be top notch. By far, better than the years past" Randy Orton spoke to John Cena discussing his birthday party plans as he wrapped his wrist with tape, preparing for a match as John sat on the bench across from him in the men's change room already dressed in his bright wrestling gear, "Top notch, huh?" He cocked an eyebrow towards his friend's direction, "She's still going to be there"
"Of course she's going to be there. Liz's my friend, as annoying as she is, I'm the one who hooked you two up remember? She's going to be at every one my parties John"
Randy spoke, clarifying the situation between John and his ex-girlfriend with an effortless shrug from his tanned shoulders.
Every party…? He thought to himself, sighing inwardly. "I know, I understand that, but can't you hook her up with one of your other friends? I mean, every time I see her; she's always trying to get back with me. It gets annoying bro"
Randy chuckled at his friend, "You have a girl chasing after you and it's annoying? What has happened to you Cena?" John lightly chortled as his friend's remark,
"It's not even funny. It happens, every single time"
"So? You always end up getting one of the Diva's to pose as your steady when she's around, like Kelly. Just get her again" Randy advised, reminding John of his traditional sneaky ways.
"I can't. Kelly has become smarter over the past year. She understands I'm just using her now,"
Randy laughed at the fact that the feebleminded blonde hadn't realized earlier what John's gig was when he only asked her out two or three times a year, at Halloween, Christmas and Easter time. "Don't worry, we'll figure out something" The taller man of the two spoke assuredly with a nod towards the door as they both exited the locker room towards the hallway. Turning the corner of the same hallway were two girls, a blonde and a brunette specifically.
"Possibly one of them…?" Randy teasingly broached as John studied the two figures nearing closer, they seemed to be having a conversation with one another, closer they came he realized they were not Divas, and suddenly he questioned who they were.
"Who are they?" He asked, assuming Randy would know the answer.
"Not too sure, but I've seen them around. I think they're like interns or something…" Randy said with an adequate shrug.
"They seem young to be interns" John purposed, thinking about how many interns are usually older than him.
Randy nodded as John shook it off as the girls came closer. He decided to let it go, until the blonde appeared in his line of vision. She turned quickly and looked up almost feeling the sensation of eyes above her. The champ offered a quick smile as she met his gaze, which she returned softly as she continued to walk past with her brunette friend.
"Heck, I'll take the brunette" Randy interrupted John's gaze with a cocky smirk and laugh. John chuckled lightly, looking over his shoulder quickly just to see them turn the corner. "Of course you will" John responded half-heartedly, where all the awhile all he wanted to know was the name of that girl.
"Looks like you're about to pounce on those puppies"
- xxxxxxxx –
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