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"You know, I'll never know how or why you bother to lift like that."
"Never understand why you girls don't."
It was the usual conversation I had with some of the girls here. Most of the girls in the company were dolls. Beautiful, maybe even intelligent. But as far as power went? Athletics? Forget about it. Cheerleading, that didn't even apply to this decade. Just knew how to pull hair, throw a fake punch, and scream at each other. To each her own, I guess. Too bad the majority of us didn't even get to be on TV most days.
"Kaitlyn!" Oh, thank goodness. Aj, my usual partner in crime, made the save nine times out of ten. The Divas locker room was not somewhere you wanted to be alone. It was a messy, heartless place, and rookies like us? We didn't have much say. Didn't have much to do. Well, I was a resident in the world of NXT, and Aj was playing boyfriend to Daniel Bryan, but other than that? Not much went on.
"The usual gossip and non-wrestling related nonsense?"
"If by that you mean diva bullshit, then yes." I nodded, and went back to my set.
You know what? I don't understand why the gym is even a place for gossip. The girls come in here, get on the treadmills. Stretch. Yoga mats. Do yoga. Talk to the superstars that come in. They don't have like…rooms for that? Jesus.
Don't get me wrong, some girls were good. Beth, Nattie, even Eve could lift a little, and were really in shape. When Kia, I mean Kharma, was here she lifted too. The rest of these bitches? Pains in the ass. But then again, the divas division was struggling, and it was more than annoying to even have most of them here. It wasn't really fair, either, but it was better to just be quiet. They'd be cut from the roster. Hopefully.
"You know who I really do like? Cena. Hands down, he's beautiful. And he's sweet."
"Girl, please. No one touches him. Ever since his divorce, he's just been working that much more. Now that Wrestlemania is over, I heard he's moving out of Florida, too."
"What? Are you serious? But he trains the guys at FCW, and always go down and watch. It's like…a hobby."
"Shit, I'd throw a shoulder out if it meant him helping me."
See what I mean? These girls were as useful as the flies outside in the garbage. But before I go MacBitch, let me introduce myself.
My name is Celeste Bonin. Known to the world as WWE's Kaitlyn. And I am a struggling Diva.
Ever since winning NXT, I've…well, been on NXT. The redemption season that's an opener for shows. It's on the internet, it's not that bad, and if you go to a live show, bring a sign for me? I'll even tweet you afterwards.
Anyway, I lift. It's how I got into wrestling. Since high school, I've lifted for fun, lifted to be in shape, lifted for discipline, lifted to be a better woman overall. I've become a powerhouse among Barbie dolls, although I'm…untapped potential. I want to wrestle. I really do. I'll admit, it's not something I've been a hardcore fan of my entire life, but I've learned to love what I do. This isn't a job. It utilizes two things I've seemed to have. Two things I basically have more than anything else. My killer biceps and this awesome personality.
I gave up school, being home, boyfriends, social life, everything. Only thing I have left is…this. And Aj. While we weren't best friends at first, she's someone I can go to, if I need anything at all. From sparring matches, maybe a jog, living together. We've been on the same road for so long, I don't know what I'd do without her at this point.
All I can do is lift. That's what I say to myself. If I work harder, work a bit more than the last time, I'll get better. I've proved it to myself by getting here. I'll prove it to everyone else by staying here. Simple as that.
The sudden silence in the gym was pleasing, and I found my zone. My fire. I could get to my place, where it was just me, the bar in my hand, and gravity pulling on it all. Maybe I liked fighting. Fighting against the force keeping me grounded, fighting to keep my job, fighting to stay sane. Fighting for the sake of fighting sometimes.
"Psst."
I ignored Aj's attention grabber, out of my zone just like that. Shook my head, and kept going.
"Pssst."
Okay, now it was a little annoying, but I could cope. She knew the rules. When I'm lifting, just be quiet if anything else. Can't focus any other way. The background chatter was bad enough, but being right next to me trying to distr-
"Pssssst!"
"Oh fuck me! WHAT." I dropped the bar, seven presses away from forty. I went for forty every time, because it burned. Made sure the muscle was tight, and in working form.
She used her right hand as a shield, and her left hand as an indicator, pointing to the subject of the chatter from before. He smiled a little, dimples showing, and put his hands up before walking over.
"Was going to tell you that your press was a little diagonal." He said. His presence was more than a heavy one, and it just drew this sort of respect. This was the man. He was like a God. He did no wrong. And even if he did, no one could just say something. Not to say he wasn't practically perfect, but he's just so-
"You alright?" He asked. Shit, I need to talk. That's right.
"Oh, umm…Fine. Amazing, actually. Just trying to finish a set, you know."
"Got'cha." He nodded, and gave a quick wink, before turning to walk away.
"Wait!..." And then I dug a hole for myself. I didn't exactly want him to walk away. It was just…damn it. You know how some dudes just hit you that sort of way? Their niceness was just too good, and it was something you didn't want to let go of? I had caught Cenagitis, and it was not a cure. Not that I'd even take it., but- SHIT. Stop thinking and talk! TALK.
"You said it was…diagonal? Is that really a bad thing?"
"Well…yes, and no. Either you've always lifted like that, or…" Oh my sweet Jesus yes he's walking back to me. Come to Mama. Even his legs are awesome. Shaven. His nails had a slight gloss to them, and his definition always showed through his workout shirts. Not that I paid attention or anything, but you know.
"Uhh…Celeste? You listening?"
"Yeah, yeah. Go ahead." I said, vowing internally not to think anymore ever again.
"Anyway, either it's habit or you're going for too much. Which means you could tip over, hurt yourself. Or worse, drop the bar on yourself. Pull a muscle or something. You're already pretty muscular, no reason not to have a pace, you know? Gym doesn't close, just take your time." He said, giving me a quick pat on the shoulder which made me wince a little.
"See what I mean?"
"Well, no, that's been like that, I just-"
"Been like that? Come on now. That's not good. You know they cut insurance. At the arena tonight, go see a trainer for me. I'll be asking to see if you did."
Jesus, he was like my Dad or something. But he cared, and he didn't even know me.
No.
No, no no.
He cared for the company. He was a company man. Which meant he just wanted the product unharmed, and wanted me in performance shape? Yeah. Cena doesn't date. Probably would settle down alone, and just adopt or something. Didn't even show interest in the girls nine times out of ten.
"I don't even feel it in the ring though. Just a little burn."
"What you're lifting is more than most of those girls. And weights can't compare to humans, might be a little easier depending on who you are. Just take it easy for me. That burn may be a waiting injury."
"Right, right. Well I guess I'll be seeing you later." I blushed, and walked away before he got the chance to say something. I didn't want to hang on every word he said, and trust me it was hard not to, so I had to get away. Fast.
Before I could meet any looks from anyone else, I was at the lockers, getting my bag and leaving. I heard Aj behind me, and I was pretty sure I was going to be interrogated.
"Dude!" She half-squealed, as he exited. Yep, interrogation.