"Welcome to the WWE, Ms. McCoy." The CEO, Vince McMahon stuck his hand out for his new employee to shake. The women in front of him had gone through 7 years of independent circuits and 2 years of developmental training and all the while being mentored by one of his top superstars, off the books that is. Vince didn't have a clue he was helping train her until she went into FCW. Usual he wouldn't have a veteran of the ring go through 2 years of developmental training, but her attitude and decision to speak her mind freely pushed her back a bit. He already had a male superstar like that as wasn't looking forward to having another, but she was good. Both on the mic and in the ring.
"No need to be formal, just call me Jennifer." She would have suggested Jenn, but seeing that her and Vinny Mac who sat on the other side of the desk weren't what you call 'buddies', she decided Jennifer was best fitted. Jennifer set down the pen that she had used to sign her first and, well deserved, WWE contract and took and firmly shook Vince McMahon's hand, closing the deal.
"Alright then, Jennifer. I am aware that you are familiar, comfortable and completely capable with competing with male superstars. I'm going to wait to put you in with male talent, though. I want you to reach the top of the divas division first, let the fans have a chance to get to know you and get behind you, and then I'll bring up the whole idea of putting a female in the ring with a male superstar, okay?" Vince had full intentions of putting her in with the male superstars seeing her skill level. If he kept her in the diva division there would be no doubt her talent would be wasted. Plus, the man who trained her was one of the best there is. Also, adding the fact that she had deep connections with CM Punk.
"That makes perfect sense, but just don't wait to long. As soon as I got the fans behind me and I've dominated the divas division, I want to be in the ring with the superstars. As soon as you get the chance, don't hesitate." Jennifer said, almost demanding.
"Will do, Jennifer. Now, seeing as that Connecticut and Boston are so close together, we'll just have you drive there. I suggest you go back to your hotel, pack your things and I'll have a driver waiting for you down in the lobby in half an hour." Vince informed her.
"I could drive there on my own, sir. I don't need a driver." Jennifer would like to avoid driving in a car with a stranger for 3 hours.
"This person insisted on it." Vince gave a sly smile.
"Okay…..sounds kinda creepy, but you're the boss so I'll go with it." Jennifer smiled, "Once again, thank you so, so much for this opportunity. I promise you won't regret it." Jennifer stood up from her chair with a smile on her face. She would finally be able to live her dream.
"I know I won't. Good luck and I wish the best for you." For some reason, Vince had a lot of confidence in this girl. "And by the way, I expect you at the pay-per view on Sunday night as well as RAW tonight. The creative team will either give you a script tonight at RAW, at Money in the Bank or the night after the pay-per view on RAW before your debut." Vince saw the worry on her face seeing that it was uncertain when she was to get her script. "Trust me, you'll do fine. Now get he hell outta my office and get your ass ready for the tour." Vince smiled at the rookie and she kindly smiled back and then left the CEO's office.
By the time Jennifer had gotten back to her hotel her cheeks hurt from the constant smile on her face. She probably creeped out the cab driver, but she didn't care. She was so over flooded with emotion at the moment. She had finally reached her destination. Her dream had finally had become reality.
All her life since she was a little girl growing up in Chicago, it was all she ever wanted. So many people said she couldn't make it and yet here she was. Her alcoholic mother said she didn't have a chance and so did her dead beat father. The only support she had had over the years was from her best friend, brother and her mentor.
Jennifer knew she was going to work harder then every other woman competing to get on the main roster. The reason being; she was not your ideal vision of a 'diva'. She wasn't one of the stick divas who look like they could blow away if the wind picked up. She had meat on her bone and muscle. She could bench about 200 plus lbs, but she only waited 150lbs. Her physic was a lot like Beth Phoenix's just less bulky. She spent all her free time in the gym. It didn't matter if she only had an hour or a whole day to spare, she was in the gym.
Her style was different as well. Her jet black hair had a different streak of color in it every other month. Currently it was red and would stay that way for a while seeing as she just dyed it the other day. She also had a couple of tattoos, nothing major except the tattoo that took up all of her right inter forearm. It was the Marine Corp's emblem. Above it said Semper Fi and beneath the emblem it said 'the only way to go out is fighting'. It was her brother's favorite quote and he said it all the time, especially if he was heading off to go overseas. Her brother, Elliot McCoy, died about a year ago overseas. She had recently added his name and the year he was born and the year he died to her arm. He was the only person that shared her blood that she was proud off.
The only thing that she had gotten from her dad that she actually didn't mind was her storm grey eyes. They helped her hide anything she was feeling. No one could read her emotions expect her best friend and mentor, but that was only from years and years of practice.
Once Jennifer got up to her room, she packed up all of her belonging, making sure not to forget anything. She looked at the clock and she was supposed to be down in the lobby in five minutes. She was about to do a quick sweep of her room to make sure she had everything when there was a knock at her hotel room door. Jennifer walked over to the door. She had no idea who it would be, except maybe the driver? Without wasting anymore time, she opened the door.
"Phil!" Jennifer squealed, jumping into the arms of her best friend. Phil chuckled and returned the hug.
"Missed you too, Jenn." Phillip Brooks, better known as CM Punk, set Jenn back on the ground and smiled at his best friend. The smile on her face told him that she wasn't expecting to see him. Vince kept his word.
"Not that I'm not extremely happy to see you, but what are you doing here? I thought you were already in Boston?" Jenn hadn't see Phil in a month or so and hadn't talked to him in a week.
"Well, someone needed to drive you to Boston and I didn't want anyone else to have the misfortune of being stuck in a car with you for 3 hours." Phil teased her, earning a punch to the chest. "Take it easy there tiger, I got a promo and contract signing tonight and I need not have a whole in my chest the size of your fist."
"How did you even get Vince to agree to this? I thought he hated you." Phil walked into the room and grabbed her luggage and then came back out, signaling for her to follow.
"He does hate me, but not as much as he hates the idea of letting me go. Since I haven't resigned yet, I've got Vince wrapped around my little finger." Phil had this smug look on his face that clearly told Jenn he had all intentions to take full advantage of it. The two headed out to the lot and to Phil's rental car. Phil loaded her stuff in his trunk next to his things and then they both got in the car.
Once Phil had pulled out of the parking lot he asked, "You want to stop at the store and grab some food for the drive?" Jenn nodded in response and he headed for the nearest store.
After the two got done in the store they were off to Boston. "Last week after you cut that full blown pipe bomb on RAW I tried to call you, but you didn't answer and didn't call me back."
"Yeah, sorry. I've been doing my best to avoid all the suits so I turned off my phone for most of the week. I was gonna call you, but after Vince got wind of what I did…everyday, he had me working from 5 to 9. Radio interviews, signings, photo shoots and all that shit. It wasn't because he wanted my face out there; it was because he fucking wanting to make sure that I was so busy I didn't have time to do anything else. Not a moment to myself or anything. It was fucking insane." Phil ran his fingers trough his hair and glanced over at the girl he had known all his life. He knew life was going to get a whole lot better for him now that Jenn was around. He missed being able to see her on a regular basis.
"You're not gonna stop, are you? You're gonna keep it up, right?" Jenn and Phil had talked about all the changes that had to happen in WWE. Phil told Jenn in advance that he planned to go off script and rip the boss and his yes men. Jenn helped him plan it.
"Fuck yeah I'm gonna keep it up. This company is in a downward spiral and yet no one notices. They keep up with the same old crap. It needs to change." They came to a red light and Phil looked over at Jenn once again, this time making eye contact with her and taking in the sight of her amazing grey eyes. He never got tried of looking at them. "I can't do it alone though. I need you there for me and to help me."
Jenn hesitated. "Phil, you know without a doubt that I would, but I haven't even made my debut. I'm not gonna have much pull."
"I know, but when you do, I'll need you out there. For now I just really need you to support me on this because no on else will." Phil knew he was putting her in a hard spot. She just got her dream job and now before her career even started, he was asking her to put it on the line.
"I've got your back on this, you know that. I completely agree with everything you think, just give me some time to start my career before I risk ending it." Jenn smiled at him and took one of his hands into hers. Phil felt his hand begin to tingle at her touch. "The Summer of Punk, is on its way."
About and hour and half later Jenn found herself with a massive smile on her face. "I fucking hate you." Phil said with a scowl.
Jennifer broke out in a fit of laughter. "Oh, come on, Punk. There's really no difference. Just drink the damn soda!" When Jenn was in the store she only grabbed Coke, she had 'forgotten' to grab a couple bottles of Pepsi so the only thing they had to drink in the car was Coke.
"Are you kidding me? There is a HUGE difference." Jenn opened a bottle of Coke and pushed in Phil's direction. Since Phil was still driving he kept his eyes on the road, but swatted away the bottle and it ended up in Jenn's lap.
"I'm gonna fucking kill you next time we stop. These are my favorite jeans!" Jenn quickly picked up the Coke bottle and began to pat her jeans dry with a towel that was in the backseat.
Phil couldn't contain his laugher. "Karma's a bitch. That's what you get when you forget my Pepsi."
"You are SO dead when we get to Boston."