Disclaimer: I don't own anything WWE, sadly :/ Except, my OC
"Ugh. I feel like I got hit by a bus." I said aloud. I popped one of my heavy eyelids open, and then the other. At first glance, I forgot where I was, but as I started to wake up more, everything looked normal. Well, whatever your definition of normal is.
I slowly tried to sit up, taking in my surroundings. The pink sheets were tangled around my body, trapping me in place. I tugged at them until they came loose, setting my frame free. I looked around the bed, seeing my needle, pipe, and travel bag open.
"This is what life in the indy's will do to ya." I thought vehemently.
I snatched my cell phone off of the end table to see that I had 2 texts from one of my close friends, Tyler, from back home in Brooklyn.
"Call me when you get this!" and "I guess you're asleep asshole. Call me later. Love you (:" Were the phrases that lit my iPhone up. I tossed to phone on the bed and started packing.
After folding all my clothes, I glanced over at the clock. In big red letters it read 6:02 a.m.
"What the fuck." I muttered. I was running extremely late for my flight.
My live debut was tonight. I wouldn't be wrestling, or in the ring for that matter. But that didn't bother me. I was waiting for this opportunity my entire life. Just to be a part of something that was a dream of mine, really made me feel why I was alive in the first place.
I emerged from the bathroom 30 minutes later; dirty belongings in hand. Instead of the usual sweat pants and tank top I had a routine of wearing, I actually got dressed nicely today. Something I definitely don't normally do.
I glanced down at my attire, which consisted of turquoise high waist shorts, a beige sheer top that was neatly tucked in, and a pair of beige Giuseppe heels. I did a once over in the mirror. My long brown hair was in big, Hollywood curls, and my makeup was done to perfection. Whatever demons I had on the inside, they would not present themselves on the outside.
I quickly grabbed my bags after I made sure I had grabbed everything, and ran out the door. Once I made it outside, to the front of the hotel, I hailed down a taxi and was on my way to the airport for the start of the rest of my life.
5 hours later
I walked to the back entrance of the arena. I made it a note in my head to make sure I introduce myself to everyone. I was not going to be Orton's or JBL's next victim of hazing just for a handshake.
I stopped for a second, taking in my surroundings. I've truly made it. A small smile could be seen on my red stained lips. I shook my head to clear my thoughts, and continued on to the locker rooms. Nobody was in there, which came to be a relief in my eyes. I set my stuff in one of the corners of the room, and made my way back out into the halls.
Almost immediately, I spotted Phil Brooks, whom the WWE Universe as knows, CM Punk. I took a deep breath and made my way over.
"Uh, hi, I'm Nicole. It's a pleasure to meet you." I introduced myself when he noticed me making a beeline toward him. He offered a small smile and shook my outstretched hand.
"Punk." I stood there awkwardly for a minute, before making my exit like he had after his introduction. If this was how it was going to be before I made a name for myself, this would be the hardest journey of my life.
I started down toward catering, knowing there were bound to be superstars down there. I looked around, my eyes quickly finding numerous talents. I quickly made a beeline for John Cena. Our introduction went a lot smoother than CM Punk. In fact, almost every introduction went smooth. Besides Randy Orton. He was the asshole everybody said that he was. He wasn't rude, just had a bad aura about him. He didn't even bother to smile at me. I'm surprised he even glanced in my direction.
After I introduced myself to the superstars that were in catering, I made my way back to the locker rooms. My heels clacked against the tiled floor. I looked around at the techs running around, screaming into their earpieces.
I chuckled softly. In that moment, I noticed a member of the Shield walk through the door. His long black hair was tied back in a low bun, showing off his chiseled features. I allowed him to make it a little more into the building before walking over to him.
"Excuse me." I said politely. He turned toward me with a curious expression on his face.
"Hi, I'm Nicole. It's a pleasure to meet you." I extended my hand, which he firmly shook. I matched his firmness and smirked to myself.
"Joe. You the new talent?" he asked as he gave me a silent gesture to walk with him. Hey, I think I'm making progress with these people.
"Yes. I start tonight. I've been trying to make my way around and meet everybody." I glanced up at him and he smiled.
"That'll definitely be a big help around here. Know the etiquette, know the politics game. It'll get you far." He replied, giving me vital information. We came to a stop, and I bid my goodbye so I didn't keep him from anything.
"Pleasure meeting to you. Thank you for the information." I smiled up at the large man, receiving a grin in return.
"No problem. I'll catch you later." He turned and walked into the men's locker room, as I turned and walked away.
I soon made my way around to every superstar. I even seen Colby and Jon. I hadn't seen them since they made it big. It was definitely nice to see familiar faces. I came to find out that what everyone said about you only make a few friends in this business, was definitely true.
I sighed as I looked into the mirror of the women's locker room. This was it. In about an hour I would be making my on screen debut as new WWE diva Jenna Jay, in a confrontation with Kaitlyn. The idea was we were supposed to have a match, but I am to attack her before we even make it to gorilla. I'm sure you're wondering why the audience would even care being they didn't know me, but they did. Mostly from creative hyping up my debut. Although some people knew me from the indy circuit.
I made my way out of the locker room once a stagehand knocked on the door and said he needed me. I followed him down a long corridor, spotting Celeste, as Kaitlyn introduced herself as, earlier. She was a nice girl. Just a little to immature. Not really my style of people. I guess you could say I'm a picky person when it comes to having friends. But I've been in the wrestling industry for 5 years now, and you need the right kind of people around to succeed.
Celeste smiled my way, which I returned, as I made my way toward the cameras.
"Don't be nervous. I can see it on your face. You're gonna be great." She gave me words of encouragement.
"Thank you. I'm trying to calm myself." I took a deep breath as the segment started to begin.
Kaitlyn was making her toward gorilla with Layla. Layla was trying to make her forget about A.J. and Big E. As their conversation progressed, Kaitlyn didn't see the figure coming at her from the corner of her eye.
"AHHHHH." I screamed like I was told to earlier.
I speared her to the ground once she turned toward me, causing Layla to fall over in the process. I looked down at her sprawled out on the floor. I looked toward the camera, still not quite sure what I was going to say. I racked my brain for a split second.
"When you're not careful of your surroundings, everything will come to a halt. Nothing is what it seems. Nothing is what you believe to be true anymore. Everything that is a reality, soon becomes fictional." I paused for a minute. I wasn't trying to have this sound like a Wyatt promo.
"Kaitlyn versus Jenna Jay next Monday. Street fight." I got up and walked off of camera.
I squealed with enjoyment as Celeste congratulated me, as did Layla.
"You did great." They both said. I smiled at the duo and said my thank you's as they walked off in their own directions.
My boots quietly inched me in the direction I needed to go. The show would be over soon, so I figured I'd pack my things, say my goodbyes, and head out.
Once inside the locker room, it was filled with the rest of the divas.
"Hey Nicole, you should come out with us tonight. We're going to a club down in LA. Victoria, Stu, and some of the guys are going." Layla excitedly stated as I proceeded to change out of the attire they had me in for my segment.
I pondered the thought for a minute. It's not like we had to be anywhere early tomorrow.
"Yeah of course. I'm gonna head to the hotel real quick to change. I'll meet you there, yeah?" Layla quickly agreed and put her number into my phone.
I said goodbye to the girls and walked out of the locker room. Time to make my way around and bid everyone a goodnight as well.
A/N: Gosh, I haven't written in so long. I know I'm a bit rusty. I promise it'll get better! Reviews are welcome!