****Disclaimer***** I own none of the WWE characters. I pretty much own
nothing, except for maybe one or two characters I created. All the rest
belong to the WWE and Vince McMahon. I also do not own OVW in any way,
shape or form.
Chapter 1:
Vince McMahon stared at me from across his massive oak desk. "So, you have looked at the contract? What do you think?"
"Actually, I am very impressed with it Mr. McMahon. It is very generous."
"Well," he said, his lips curling into one of his infamous evil smiles, "when I see something I want, I do everything in my power to get it." He leaned forward towards me as he said this. It made me incredibly uncomfortable. As they say life imitates art.
"This is a very big decision for me, Mr. McMahon, I may need some time."
Vince frowned. "I've seen your work in Ohio Valley. We need more women like you. This business is in your blood. Face it; you were born to be a wrestler. In fact, you're wrestling royalty."
Wrestling royalty? I had never in a million years described myself in such terms. "All you need to do is sign." He slid the contract across the desk to me and handed me a pen.
I took a deep breath. I loved wrestling and being in the WWE would only help further my career. I just could not pass up such an incredible offer. I signed my name in ink along the bottom line and handed it to Vince. He had a big grin on his face as he held out his hand, which I shook gratefully. "Welcome to the WWE, Miss Lawler."
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That was a year and a half ago. I remember it though as if it were yesterday. Everything had been simpler then. Being the daughter of Jerry Lawler himself, wrestling was something I had grown up with. It was only fitting that I became a professional wrestler. Dad trained me and I got a job working for Ohio Valley Wrestling, one of the best indy organizations in the country and developmental grounds for the WWE. I was surprised when I got the call from Vince a few months later. He wanted me to come to WWE Headquarters in Connecticut to sign a contract. I was excited. When I arrived two days later, I signed with the WWE.
Vince had me work the house shows first, to get some more experience before putting me on TV. During this time I met Shane, Vince's son. He and I became good friends, something Shane really needed at the time. He and his wife, Marissa were having some marital problems and Shane just needed a friend talk to.
I also met someone else. I met Jay Reso, aka Christian. Jay and I hit it off from the start. We began seeing each other romantically after only two weeks. Life was good. I had a wonderful family, a wonderful boyfriend, wonderful friends (Trish, Amy, Adam, Shane, just to name a few) and I had a wonderful job. But all at once everything wonderful came crumbling down. I started spending more time with Shane because he and Marissa had separated. Jay accused me of "having the hots for Shane." I told him that was not true. I loved him, not Shane. I told Jay that Shane just needed someone to talk to, someone to be there for him. Jay didn't understand why it had to be me. He claimed that Shane was after me, and that that had been the reason he had left his wife. We fought and then we drifted. Jay finally told me to choose, it was him or Shane. I chose Shane. A week later I tore a ligament in my knee, three days short of my television debut. I've been out of action ever since. I have not spoken to Jay since the day we broke up. It still hurts, because I did really love him. But apparently it wasn't strong enough. Today Shane and I are very good friends, best friends in fact. Nothing romantic between us at all.
Here I was, a year after my injury standing in my locker room, preparing for my WWE debut. Only Vince, Shane and the writers knew I was here. My debut would be a total surprise. Even my father didn't know. There was just one problem; I did not know who my opponents were, or who my partner was. No idea whatsoever. All I knew was that I had a tag team match that night. I looked in the mirror checking my makeup for the last time. There was a knock on the door. "Come in"
A minute later Vince was standing behind me. "Ready?" he asked. I nodded. "Your match is next. Trish and RVD are on their way to the ring."
I was confused. "This is a mixed tag match?"
"Yes."
"Well, who is my partner?'
Just then Shane came barreling through my locker room door. "Dad how could you! I cannot believe you and the writers would do this!"
Now I was really confused. "Why, who is my partner?" I started out the door and heard the music. I stopped dead in my tracks. My heart dropped into my stomach. I turned around. Shane stood there looking concerned. "It's not."
Shane bowed his head. "It is. Your partner is Jay." It was my turn to hang my head. I felt sick. But I turned around and continued down the hall to the entrance ramp. "Regan!" Shane yelled. :"He doesn't know it! Jay doesn't know you are his partner!"
Nausea swept over me again and I thought I might even faint. Then my music hit. It was now or never.
How will Christian (Jay) react? R/R and maybe I will continue. Thanks for reading and tune in again soon!
Chapter 1:
Vince McMahon stared at me from across his massive oak desk. "So, you have looked at the contract? What do you think?"
"Actually, I am very impressed with it Mr. McMahon. It is very generous."
"Well," he said, his lips curling into one of his infamous evil smiles, "when I see something I want, I do everything in my power to get it." He leaned forward towards me as he said this. It made me incredibly uncomfortable. As they say life imitates art.
"This is a very big decision for me, Mr. McMahon, I may need some time."
Vince frowned. "I've seen your work in Ohio Valley. We need more women like you. This business is in your blood. Face it; you were born to be a wrestler. In fact, you're wrestling royalty."
Wrestling royalty? I had never in a million years described myself in such terms. "All you need to do is sign." He slid the contract across the desk to me and handed me a pen.
I took a deep breath. I loved wrestling and being in the WWE would only help further my career. I just could not pass up such an incredible offer. I signed my name in ink along the bottom line and handed it to Vince. He had a big grin on his face as he held out his hand, which I shook gratefully. "Welcome to the WWE, Miss Lawler."
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That was a year and a half ago. I remember it though as if it were yesterday. Everything had been simpler then. Being the daughter of Jerry Lawler himself, wrestling was something I had grown up with. It was only fitting that I became a professional wrestler. Dad trained me and I got a job working for Ohio Valley Wrestling, one of the best indy organizations in the country and developmental grounds for the WWE. I was surprised when I got the call from Vince a few months later. He wanted me to come to WWE Headquarters in Connecticut to sign a contract. I was excited. When I arrived two days later, I signed with the WWE.
Vince had me work the house shows first, to get some more experience before putting me on TV. During this time I met Shane, Vince's son. He and I became good friends, something Shane really needed at the time. He and his wife, Marissa were having some marital problems and Shane just needed a friend talk to.
I also met someone else. I met Jay Reso, aka Christian. Jay and I hit it off from the start. We began seeing each other romantically after only two weeks. Life was good. I had a wonderful family, a wonderful boyfriend, wonderful friends (Trish, Amy, Adam, Shane, just to name a few) and I had a wonderful job. But all at once everything wonderful came crumbling down. I started spending more time with Shane because he and Marissa had separated. Jay accused me of "having the hots for Shane." I told him that was not true. I loved him, not Shane. I told Jay that Shane just needed someone to talk to, someone to be there for him. Jay didn't understand why it had to be me. He claimed that Shane was after me, and that that had been the reason he had left his wife. We fought and then we drifted. Jay finally told me to choose, it was him or Shane. I chose Shane. A week later I tore a ligament in my knee, three days short of my television debut. I've been out of action ever since. I have not spoken to Jay since the day we broke up. It still hurts, because I did really love him. But apparently it wasn't strong enough. Today Shane and I are very good friends, best friends in fact. Nothing romantic between us at all.
Here I was, a year after my injury standing in my locker room, preparing for my WWE debut. Only Vince, Shane and the writers knew I was here. My debut would be a total surprise. Even my father didn't know. There was just one problem; I did not know who my opponents were, or who my partner was. No idea whatsoever. All I knew was that I had a tag team match that night. I looked in the mirror checking my makeup for the last time. There was a knock on the door. "Come in"
A minute later Vince was standing behind me. "Ready?" he asked. I nodded. "Your match is next. Trish and RVD are on their way to the ring."
I was confused. "This is a mixed tag match?"
"Yes."
"Well, who is my partner?'
Just then Shane came barreling through my locker room door. "Dad how could you! I cannot believe you and the writers would do this!"
Now I was really confused. "Why, who is my partner?" I started out the door and heard the music. I stopped dead in my tracks. My heart dropped into my stomach. I turned around. Shane stood there looking concerned. "It's not."
Shane bowed his head. "It is. Your partner is Jay." It was my turn to hang my head. I felt sick. But I turned around and continued down the hall to the entrance ramp. "Regan!" Shane yelled. :"He doesn't know it! Jay doesn't know you are his partner!"
Nausea swept over me again and I thought I might even faint. Then my music hit. It was now or never.
How will Christian (Jay) react? R/R and maybe I will continue. Thanks for reading and tune in again soon!