Staring out of the airplane window beside me, I watch as the sun rises above the cloud, the warmth covering my face. I close my eyes and lean back against the comfy first class seat I'm snuggled up in. Reflecting on how different my life was just a few days ago.

It was a Wednesday in a rainy London. I was waiting for the weekend. Weekends were where I lived. I had been wrestling for 4 years, every weekend involved me training or travelling to a new location for a show. I loved that aspect of my life. I wasn't experienced enough to make wrestling a full time thing, just yet. Although some of my friends had made it that far, one in particular.

I met Seth Rollins when I went over to Pennsylvania to wrestle for Ring of Honor for a few months, we became friends almost immediately. He was so welcoming, not to mention ridiculously good looking, he took me under his wing straight away and we become close. My career in ROH didn't last very long. It seems that unless you're a size zero and willing to wear basically next to nothing clothing, you won't last very long there. But that didn't stop me and Seth from staying in contact. He was always pushing me to send some of my stuff to WWE, but I wouldn't because I was scared of the rejection. After what happened at ROH how would WWE accept someone like me? Someone with a few curves and not a skinny bikini body? More than likely not when you look at their current divas division.

After sifting through the 101 unread emails I had gotten in the morning I decided it was time for lunch, I hid myself away in a meeting room. It was the only time I could get some peace and quiet without someone asking me a question. I was checking through my face book page when a phone call came through. I didn't recognise the number; all I could tell that it was American. I didn't normally receive calls on my mobile from outside of the UK.. So I took a deep breath and I answered completely confused but professional.

"Good afternoon, Ariel Jones speaking"
"Good afternoon, Miss Jones. My name is Paul Levesque"

I knew that name, Why did I know that name...

"I am head the executive vice president of talent at WWE."

Oh my god.. Triple H is on the damn phone! CALM! BREATHE!

"I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time"

I had to remind myself to breathe, My heart beating at a million miles per hour "N-No not at all Sir. How can I help?"

"Please, call me Paul. Ariel, your wrestling resume was passed onto me from someone within the company.."

Seth.. mental note: Kill Seth Rollins.

"I must say.. I am very impressed with what I see. I've seen alot of talent come and go here, but no one that seems as unique as you"

I was in shock. Was this really happening? "Erm.. wow.. T-thank you very much, Sir.. I mean Paul. Sorry..." Could I act anymore stupid on the phone?! Get it together Ariel!

He laughed, "You're more than welcome. From what I've heard and seen I don't think a try out is in order. Ariel, I was wondering if I could fly you out to Florida this weekend to negotiate a contract? We're in Orlando Monday if that's okay with you?"

I was frozen, I went speechless. I could hear him speaking but I wasn't paying attention. I quickly snapped myself out of it to reply, "Sorry.. I'm just a tad.. It's overwhelming... but. Yes, yes I can fly out this weekend"

"Perfect. I'll have my PA email you the details across. I'll see you Monday Miss Jones."

"That sounds wonderful. Thank you very much Mr Levesque.. I mean Paul.. Sorry. See you Monday"

I hung up at sat there in shock. What had just happened? Did I just go into a day dream? For the rest of my lunch break I had conviced myself that I had made the whole thing up. That I had drifted into a deep sleep, I was exhausted this week, Yep that must have been it. That's the only expl- My phone beeped alerting me of a non work email. The sender "WWE talent relations" I read the email 10 times before it sank in. I felt like someone was playing a sick joke on me, that cameras would appear out of nowhere any second. But I went along anyway, just incase. The first thing I did was write my resignation, Good thing about my contract was I didn't have to give notice; my job simply went to the next one in the office they deemed worthy. Publishing is a weird business. I didn't tell them why, and they didn't ask. I was just happy to be leaving, which I think I made pretty obvious by the way I walked out of the office that Wednesday evening.

"This is your caption speaking. Please fasten your seatbelts, we are beginning our decent into Orlando Internation Airport" The captain's announcement brought me back to reality. I was so excited for what lay ahead; I had a smile glued to my face. The second I landed I went straight to my hotel. Crashing for the night as soon as my head hit the fluffy pillow; I was exhausted and I knew tomorrow would be a long day.

I woke up feeling butterflies going mad in my stomach, my anxiety had woke up with me this morning.

No one is going to like you. This is all just some sick prank. He isn't going to sign you to WWE.

I tried to calm myself down the best I could whilst getting ready. I knew there would be a car waiting for me outside the hotel at 2, It was 11. I had 2 hours to get myself ready.

I took a shower, washing my long red hair trying to tell myself that I was just getting ready for a day at work, that's all. Although it wasn't, and my subconscious liked to remind me of that every 2 minutes; Making my chest feel as though it was about to cave in.

I curled my hair loosely, and put on some make up before getting dressed. I decided to dress smart, this was essentially a business meeting after all. I opted for a black skirt and an emerald green shirt, a string of pearls around my neck. I looked like a housewife of the 1950s, I did like dressing like a pin up. And I couldn't lie; I did have the perfect curves for it. I checked my appearance in the mirror, noting to myself how good I looked. I knew my anxiety would play up when I got to the arena, all of the gorgeous divas. I was nothing compared to them, but for now I was looking my best. I checked my phone, it was 1:55. Crap. I grabbed my purse and rushed out of my room, rushing down the corridor to the elevator. The doors closing as I approached,

"WAIT!" I saw a hand come out and push the doors open to hold the elevator for me, I stepped on smiling at the two men out of breath, "thank you. Sorry, I'm.. Running a tad late" I recognised the two of them as Seth's shield team mates, Dean and Roman. They were both dressed in gym clothes, their beautiful arms on display. I could not stop staring at their arms.

"It's okay, Sweet cheeks" His voice was groggy, a smirk upon his lips as he looked at me. I felt myself blush, knowing I had been caught for my staring. I smiled, biting my lip and turned to face the doors.

Damn.. They're hot on TV but in real life... Get it together, Ariel. Be professional.

It was silent for the rest of the way down, I was trying to shut off my inner thoughts as they ran riot. I was thankful when we got to the lobby; I thanked them both one last time before walking outside to get into the black Lexus that was awaiting me. I took in the scenery on the way, it was a beautiful day in Orlando, and the sky was a perfect shade of blue without a cloud in sight. The car pulled up to the arena and I stepped out, taking in the sight of the huge arena before being escorted to Triple H's office. I didn't see many of the talent on the way, just crew that were putting together the set for tonight's show.

My heart was racing, I was scared I was about to collapse. I took a few deep breaths and knocked on the door.

"Come in..." I opened the door and smiled; He smiled back and stood up from his chair to greet me with a firm handshake. "Ah, Miss Jones... Welcome. I hope your flight was pleasant and the hotel is to your liking" He motioned his hand for me to sit down in front of his desk

"More than pleasant, Thank you very much." I sat down, placing my hands in my lap, picking at my nails to calm my nerves.

"You're more than welcome," He sat back down at his desk playing with some paperwork. "Like I said on the phone, Miss Jones, I would like to talk about offering you a talent contract for the WWE. The last few days Seth has showed me more footage of you in the ring, I like your style. I also like your look, this pin up look is different, and something we haven't seen before. I'd like to use it" He placed the contract in front of me, I took it immediately. Realisation setting in about just how real all of this was. "This is your contract, it's for 5 years. If you'd like to read it, and give it back to me by the end of the day that would be perfect. And if you sign here, you'll officially be a part of the WWE." I couldn't have signed the piece of paper quicker if I tried. My hand was shaking as I did. "Perfect. Feel free to stick around for the show; I'm sure you're anxious to see Seth. He is in the locker room by catering."

My smile was as wide as the chesire cat as I stood up, "Thank you so much for this amazing opportunity Mr Lévesque. I'll make sure to have this back to you signed by the end of the show. Thank you..." I shook his hand again.

He laughed, "You're welcome, Miss Jones. And welcome to WWE"