Chapter One – Sick Salutations
The nervous, but friendly smile on Kimber's lips died the moment she walked into the women's locker room. She was greeted by dozens of still-shots of herself, from the amateur fetish porn movies she'd made a few years ago, taped up on the lockers, shelves, and walls. She had half-expected something like this; she had heard many stories about established WWE wrestlers and how they liked to haze new ones. Although she liked to think she had no shame about what she'd done to make ends meet, she blushed when one of the taped-up pictures slipped from a shelf, and slid near her feet. It was from a collection of lesbian wrestling porn "matches", Hardcore Wrestling Vixens: The New Sorority, and Kimber looked at herself naked, green and black-haired, five years younger, and held in a modified clutch by Jyl Enhoff, Jyl's hands squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples, and realized what she felt was amusement. She bent to pick up the picture, and the next thing she knew, the other women were there.
"Hi, Kimber," Emma said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Her name's not Kimber," Alexa Bliss, countered, and laughed. "It's Britney, remember?"
Kimber knew she was being tested, and had to prove that she would not be bullied, or she'd never be accepted. She straightened her spine, and looked at each of them from her unique, blue-green hazel eyes. They surrounded her, like a choker of precious gems, talking shit about her to each other, and giggling about it, but each one stopped to return her intense gaze. "Yes, that's right. I'm Britney. Britney-fucking-Melrose, but I'm not allowed to use that name here, so Kimber it is," she replied, and arrogantly cocked her head.
"Well, Kimber cunt-licker, on behalf of the WWE women's locker room, here's a welcoming gift for you, bitch," Alexa said, and raised a fist as if she was ready to strike her, and Kimber automatically dropped her bag and slid into a ready stance. But Alexa just laughed, and before Kimber knew what was happening, she was on the ground, being stomped on by countless feet. Not all of them were going full-force on her, but there were a few kicks in the ribs that really smarted. Kimber stayed silent, they were testing her.
But, when rough hands pulled on and tore off her expensive black jumpsuit, Kimber fought back, and managed to kick Emma square in the ass, making her fall into Dana Brooke and Alicia Fox. "You all are a bunch of fucking freaks!" Kimber snapped, and punched at the hands that tried to rip off her bra.
"Sit on that bitch, Nia!" Alexa ordered, and Nia sat down on Kimber's tanned, tattooed back, and pulled her into a camel clutch. The pain was bad, but Kimber knew Nia could easily break her back if she chose to.
"You're the freak around here, bitch." Alexa told her. "I mean, just look..." She opened her arms wide at all the shots of Kimber's New Sorority matches, and laughed.
"I'm more than just a former amateur porn star, dumb cunt. You need to spend more time training in the ring, and less time digging through my business, because you can't wrestle. You're just a wannabe actress, a mediocre one at that, and you're just using this industry as a stepping stone while you earn your pushes on your back."
"I earn stuff on my back?" Alexa countered, cockily, and pulled another picture off a locker and shoved it in Kimber's face. "Tell me again I earn things on my back, bitch! How much money did you earn from this? Eating that fat, nasty, hairy pussy. We all watched your New Sorority matches, all of them, cunt-licker, forever proof that you've slept your way in here."
Even in Nia's grasp, Kimber began to laugh. She couldn't help it. She had been noticed by WWE talent scouts when she was still with RCCW, and they'd reached out to her after she'd made an appearance at an ROH show. It wasn't until after she was signed was it brought to light that she'd made porn in Canada. Naturally, the company would do everything it could to bury that information, but she could no longer work under the name Britney Melrose, she would have to change it. There had been a whole big meeting over it, and it had struck her as so funny that-
"What the fuck are you laughing at, bitch?" Alexa demanded.
"You." Kimber replied, simply.
"Oh, you think this is fucking funny, huh? You want to laugh? Laugh!" Alexa slapped her face. "Laugh!" She slapped her again.
Kimber's anger instantly rose at the outright disrespect of a slap in the face. Her adrenaline shot up, and she barely felt the sting as her face went numb. She shoved the big woman off of her, and immediately grabbed the pixie blonde by one of her ridiculous pigtails, and Alexa gasped in pain. "Oh, is your hair actually real, bitch?" Kimber asked, as she kneed her hard in the gut.
Before she could appreciate the trash laying on the ground gasping for air, she was seized from behind by her bra strap, and it audibly popped as she was yanked to the ground. The garment fell away, putting her tanned, firm, natural D's on display.
"No piercings," Emma remarked. "I was sure she'd have piercings, big ones." The other women laughed.
"Nice rack, but it seems wasted on her," Carmella added.
"And you're just a waste," Kimber replied, and got up again. This time, she was yanked down by her black and white striped tanga panty, face down on the tiles, a big, heavy knee in the small of her back, and black knee pad clad knee on each wrist.
"Don't get your pussy too close to her mouth, Dana," Emma said, and laughed. "She could bite you."
Rough hands yanked down her underpants. As much as she struggled, it was hopeless. She heard a snap, and general laughter, and then she was whipped with a wet towel, over and over again across her perfect, curvy young ass and the backs of her muscle bound legs. Even though it hurt enough to bring tears to her eyes, Kimber's pride was suffering far more than her body. Bits and pieces of the other women's taunts came to her ears through the sharp snaps of the towel. A lick for the cunt licker... for every New Sorority "match"... you like that, don't you, baby girl?... nostalgic for you... Then, she was turned over, arms pinned, and the greatest disrespect of all, they spit on her, all over, her face and her hair, and Kimber couldn't help but scream then, too furious for words, and someone stepped forward and shoved her torn underwear in her mouth, and she was thrown from the locker room and out into the hall, the only mercy given was the towel they'd whipped her with.
Immediately, seething with anger, Kimber got on her feet, spat the ruined expensive silk lingerie out of her mouth, and blindly shoved at the locker room door. It was locked. She looked around, thankfully the hall was deserted, and wrapped her nudity in the cold, dripping towel. It smelled like they may have wet it down in the toilet, or by just straight up pissing on it. She caught sight of a ladies' room ahead, and hurried to it.
To her relief, the restroom was just as vacant as the hall had been, and once the door swooshed closed behind her, she dropped the filthy towel with relief and fought the urge to vomit. She turned on the sink tap and stuck her head beneath, furiously rinsing the spit from her hair and face. Blindly, she grabbed a handful of paper towels and shoved them beneath the tap before using them to clean her beaten, fouled, body as well as she could. The tears wanted to come, but she wouldn't let them. She knew she was making the restroom a complete mess, a hazard with puddles of water all over the floor, but she didn't care.
Once clean, she was at a loss. She had no clothes and no phone. She was freezing. It was then that the tears came closer to spilling over than they had yet. Hopelessness washed over her like a harsh rain from the darkest clouds. She had known she would be tested, hazed, but never had she imagined it would be to that extent. She had expected some cattiness, teasing, maybe even to have her bag thrown in the showers while they were running, but not to be completely taken down and humiliated.
The door swooshed open, and before Kimber could take refuge in a stall, a pretty, pregnant blonde in cute knee-high black boots, black leggings, and an over sized red and black striped sweater she recognized as Renee Young came in. "I'm-I'm sorry," Kimber mumbled, backing away into the nearest stall as her eyes welled with tears. Once she'd locked herself in, she was completely helpless to stop the tears from coming. They rolled down her cheeks so quickly, and her chest ached so badly with the sobs she tried so hard to hold back. The pain was too much, and a small, short whimper escaped her trembling lips.
"Hey. Here." Renee said, very softly, and the red and black sweater was draped over the stall door.
That small, kind gesture, the first she'd received since arriving at the arena, made Kimber completely break down. "Thank you," she managed to whisper before the sobs came freely. She pulled the sweater over her head, it was a maternity garment, and came nearly to her knees, hanging lower in front. From a crack, she could see a blurry sliver of Renee in a tight black tank top at the sinks, fiddling with her short hair in front of the mirrors.
"I just want you to know," Renee began, as she continued to play with her hair, "that I...I don't think it's right what the other girls are doing to you."
Kimber emerged from the stall. "Thanks. I never thought making a few wrestling-themed porn videos would have brought such retribution down upon me." She gave a small smile.
"It's not the really the porn that's got them going after you." Renee stopped her primping, and looked over at the indie princess' reflection, wet black spaghetti hair, mussed black eyeliner.
"Then it's because I'm the new girl."
"That's part of it. Many of them feel like you haven't done your time, not in the industry altogether, but in WWE. You've made a huge name for yourself on the independent circuit, no one can deny that, you have a fan base that's seemingly followed you to NXT, but you were only in NXT for ten weeks, when most people are kept in NXT for years before getting to move up to the main roster. I know that's not your fault, you don't control who gets injured or gets a movie role, but they still resent you for it."
Kimber nodded. "I understand."
"There's a lot you don't understand yet," Renee continued, very seriously. "WWE is very different from the indies. They both take place in a ring, but that's pretty much the end of it. You might go to NXT already knowing how to wrestle, but its where you learn how to behave. There are so many written and unwritten rules backstage, and you broke one of them."
"The porn?" Kimber asked.
"No, the fan fiction."
Kimber blushed and looked down, though, like her porn, she did not want to be ashamed of it, but she realized that the kind woman who'd come to her rescue had read all of the sick stories Kimber had written her husband into. When Kimber wrote fan fiction, she only wrote it filthy, heavy on the BDSM. She had written about Dean Ambrose and his Shield brothers in a million different sexually deviant acts, as well as him being into bondage, and locked in chastity. "It's...it's a...a...dirty vice," Kimber stammered. "I'm sorry. I...I haven't written anything since I signed."
Renee smiled. "I'm okay with it, I believe in the right to free speech, fair use, and all of that stuff, and some people are with me on that. But a lot of people aren't okay with it. You should have deleted it when you signed."
"You're right," Kimber agreed, never feeling more humbled.
Renee looked at her phone. "I've got a meeting, I'll see you around."
"Um, could you get my bag for me? They...they threw me out without it."
"Oh, of course. I'll be right back." Renee flashed her a smile, and returned quickly with Kimber's black bag. "It was right outside the door."
"Thanks. Hold on, I'll give you your sweater back right away." Kimber stepped into the handicapped stall with her bag, and pulled off Renee's sweater, and passed it over the door. "Thanks again. For everything."
"No problem. See you around," Renee repeated, and Kimber heard the clack of her boots, and the door whooshing shut behind her.
Kimber unzipped her bag, and lying right on top of her makeup bag was a disgusting welcoming gift, a used tampon, along with the wrapper and bloody plastic applicator from the one its user had replaced the old one with. Gore rose in her stomach, and Kimber turned around to the toilet. Just before she began to retch and spew, an amusing thought came to her: And they called ME a sick freak.