He laid there, on his bed, thinking about the next day's endeavor, thinking about meeting with Vince McMahon, the head of the World Wrestling federation, the words from his best friend, Maria, still fresh in his head. "Vince will be thrilled to have you as an interviewer!" Maria's voice bubbled in his head "…he is really trying to appeal to a larger demographic and having you as one of the backstage interviewers will totally open the WWE to a new audience" she had said. After that she called her friend Stephanie, Vince's daughter, to set-up the meeting between one Vince McMahon and her best friend, Marty Thomas. A smile graced his face as he slumbered into his dreams, excited about tomorrow's meeting.
He had arrived at the RAW arena almost half an hour early. He didn't want to delay Vince in anyway and he didn't know what traffic would be like and with the directions Maria had given him he figured it would take him a while to find his way there, she wasn't exactly known for her preciseness.
He was dressed in a pair of form fitting jeans the ones with the distressing on the butt, his favorite, and a tight black tee-shirt which showed off his slender form. His dark hair was spiked up in what he dubbed a "Faux Hawk" and his green eyes were practically glowing as he walked up to arena. He had only been too a wrestling match once before, RAW didn't come to Chicago enough and when it did he only wanted to see Maria, who was constantly traveling. Clutching his resume as he walked through the doors he was greeted by a pair of portly men who wore shirts that displayed "Security" across the front of it.
"Who are you?" one of them scowled as he bit into his powdered doughnut which was precipitating on his shirt. "Marty Thomas" the younger man said "I have a meeting with Vince McMahon" he stated, the higher register in his voice caught the two men off guard but Marty didn't notice they had both looked at each other knowingly and then back at the boy before them who was busy looking around the entrance halls.
"What the hell does some faggot want with Vince McMahon?"
Marty could have sworn he heard one of them breathe under their breath as the other fumbled through the guest list. "Excuse me?" the young brunette asked, confusion with a bite of sarcasm as he looked at both of the men addressing what he heard.
"Oh nothing" said the doughnut eater "I was just wondering what a queer wants with Vince McMahon" he resolved.
"I beg your pardon!?" Marty blurted looking incredulously at the two men who had just insulted him, "I don't think it's any of your business what this "queer" does you fat ass!"
The Doughnut eater jumped up from his seat, the only thing separating Marty and the guard was the table but even then the guard could probably crush it with his bulging stomach if he wanted to. Even still the guard reached across the table grabbing Marty by the neck of his shirt, causing him to yelp alittle in surprise, pulling him into his face so that Marty's hips were pulled against the table top the guard yelled
"Listen here you stupid faggot! I don't know what business you're doing here but I can tell you Vince McMahon…"
"Vince McMahon won't what?"
the guard stood glaring at Marty and Marty could sense from the doughnut eaters eyes that someone was standing behind him, that someone was Vince himself and he was not happy.
"Release my guest and then run a perimeter check on the arena" Vince scolded the man,
the guard released his grip on Marty's shirt and Marty pulled back finally turning to see Vince in a grey suit looking smug as ever, Vince looked down at Marty, he towered over him by a good 7 or 8 inches, Vince smiled at the young man and then tore his eyes to the guard who was looking like a deer in headlights
"…and when I say run I mean "RUN" you fucking whale"
as Vince finished insulting the guard, the other guard stood up and grabbed both of their security hats handing one hat to the stunned doughnut eater they both coward away from the table down another hallway. Marty smiled to himself as he thought about the two cows running to check each and every door and then he remembered Vince was still standing there, anxiety and nerves took the best of him and he turned to the leader of the WWE
"Mr. McMahon I'm Thomas Marty, I mean Marty Thomas, Thank you so much for meeting with me today, it's a great pleasure" he blurted out.
Then he mentally scolded himself for sounding like a swooning school girl but this was the head of heads this was Mr. Vincent Kennedy McMahon and Mr. Vincent Kennedy McMahon was meeting with Marty Thomas, a struggling actor with no credit to his name. Vince smiled at Marty and then said "Walk with me to my office we have a lot to discuss"
Marty nodded his head as Vince turned and began to walk down another hallway, Marty followed suit not wanting Vince to think he was slow or dumb for that matter. As they walked down the hall, Vince explained the job of a backstage interviewer which basically meant you were given about 2-4 minutes to interview the champions or guests of the evening and the interview was meant to enhance whatever storyline was taking place.
Marty somehow balanced listening to Vince and taking in everything around him, on their way to Vince's office they passed a group of WWE Champions who were all just relaxing and chatting away. As they passed Marty spotted none other then John Cena, his favorite wrestler.
Cena was talking with Triple H and as Vince and Marty passed Cena's eyes turned to greet Marty. Their eyes met and Marty completely froze, not physically but emotionally his heart skipped a beat or two. Standing only two feet away from him was John Cena, the man of his dreams and that was all he could ever have of Cena, dreams, being that John Cena was straight but that didn't stop Marty from admiring his beautifully chiseled body. It wasn't that he was obsessed with Cena but He was just in aww of finally seeing him in person.
Cena smiled at the younger man
God his smiles are amazing Marty thought to himself
As he let his eyes pull away from John's so he didn't seem like he was staring. This exchange went unnoticed to Vince who had been talking and walking the entire time. Arriving at his office, Vince motioned Marty to sit down at a very plush looking leather chair that sat directly in front of a steel desk which Vince took seat behind in an even bigger plushier chair.
"Now Marty, Maria has nothing but great things to say about you as a performer and I have seen some of your demo work and I am impressed"
Marty looked stunned that Vincent McMahon had taken time to review his demos "Thank you very much Mr. McMahon" Marty stated with great appreciation for the mans compliments
"Please call me Vince" the older man asked and then he went on "I want RAW, well the entire WWE to appeal to a larger demographic…"
"You mean gay people" Marty corrected, he may be young but he's not stupid he knew that having a young gay man as one of the regulars on the RAW show would certainly draw more homosexuals to watch the event, Vince knew this as well. "My only concern is what unfortunately I witnessed out in the entrance hallway, you have to understand Marty not many people in this business are open to the gay community, sure most of the superstars are ok with it but our main fan base is not one that is, well lets say gay friendly and I know that it will take a little bit for the fans to get used to your character but ultimately it's for the best of the show seeing that almost every t.v. syndicate has a token gay character"
Marty nodded his head in agreement, he was not afraid to be labeled as the "Token gay character" he knew that he was much more then that and that RAW was just a show and then he realized wait "my character?" he thought to himself and then he looked at Vince and asked "So I have the job?" spreading his mouth into a charming yet pleading grin.
Vince smiled "yes you have the job from what I saw you can handle yourself, well not physically not yet but we'll work with you on that but you've got spirit and that's what I like"
Marty beamed from ear to ear as Vince went on "Your first show is in a week, I'll set you up in the hotel with the rest of the RAW Stars I'm sure Maria would love to room with you"
"Maria!" Marty thought, he would definitely have to give her some major kiss ass after this
After all she was the one who got him the interview. "After you've gotten set up in your room I'll send you a trainer so you can put a little muscle on" Vince said as he surveyed Marty's extremely thin form "We want the viewers to know that you can take care of yourself" Marty nodded in agreement, all he could do was nod he was too happy to speak, afraid he might jump across the table and kiss Vince out of excitement but he knew that was wrong. "And then I'll send you to Stephanie and she'll set up your first interview and storyline, Ok?"
"Ok? Ok!" Marty thought of course it was ok! Hell Vince could have sent him to dye his hair blue if it meant that he was going to be on RAW! They finished up their meeting and then Vince escorted Marty to the main hallway and told him how to get out.
As Vince walked away he thought to himself "This kid has no idea what I've got in store for him" a wicked grin strew across his face as reentered his office.
Marty was practically skipping down the hall to get to his car and began singing "I'm walking on sunshine" quietly to himself. He was so wrapped up in his mini celebration that he didn't notice the strapping man standing in front of him as he finished the chorus and then twirled he felt a wall of muscle collide with his smaller form and almost fell backwards but was caught by his wrists by someone he least expected.
"John Cena!"
He thought to himself not realizing that he had screamed it out loud
"That's my name" Cena smiled and pulled the smaller guy up so that he was standing on his own "you should watch where you're going or rather where you're dancing" Cena joked as the younger boy collected himself and tried not to gush at Cena's remark.
"Yea I'll keep it in the studio next time" Marty answered looking innocently at John, who didn't take his gaze from Marty's eyes,
"I'm Marty by the way, Marty Thomas" the 18 year old stretched his delicate hand out
Cena returned the gesture taking Marty's smaller hand in his goliath palm
"Well you already know who I am" John smiled "and I guess you know what I do, but what are you doing here? I saw you with Vince earlier" John stated
"Oh I'm the new back stage interviewer! Vince just hired me to you know appeal to a larger audience and all" Marty said moving his hands around his body which indicated that "all this" is gay.
John smiled even wider
Marty didn't know what to make of the superstars ecstatic beam "Well then welcome aboard, I have to get going but I guess I will see you around" John said
"I guess so bye" Marty replied as they both turned and continued down the hall in opposite directions.
John strode down the hall with his mind racing around what Vince would possibly be up too "at least he's just an interviewer" John thought "He's so small he'd be crushed by anyone, even Melina could take him out he's so little" He chuckled to himself and then walked into his locker room.
Out in the parking lot Marty had already dialed Maria. "OH MY GOD! I am so happy for you! I knew Vince would take you I just knew it!" Maria's bubbly voice filled the phone so much that Marty had to hold it about a foot away from his ear to avoid loosing his hearing. "Thank you so much Maria, thank you! I guess I need to go home and pack and then I'll meet you at the hotel!" With that they said their goodbyes and hung up. Marty sat behind the wheel of his car and a tear fell from his eye and crashed into his lap. It was finally all happening for him, he was going to make it and this gig with RAW was his first big step.