My first day at the WWE and this job is already shit. None of the guys in the locker room would speak to me. When I tried to introduce myself, they scoffed and walked away. I even had to eat at catering alone. I've quickly learned that they don't like outsiders, but this is no way to treat the ayatollah of rock and rolla, the savior of Monday Night Ra-
"You might not want to stand so close to the bathroom there."
I was dragged out of my thoughts by the voice of my childhood idol…and the god awful smell of poo.
"Big Show tends to get the runs a lot," Bret Hart said, obviously trying not to laugh, "You're the new guy, right?"
"Yeah, I-"
I froze up at the touch of someone pulling and playing with my long golden hair.
"Is this your natural hair color?" Jim Neidhart asked, still refusing to release my mane.
"Yeah."
"It's gorgeous!" He exclaimed and drug me in closer to put a few of my strands up to his own. "You see, Bret, this is the color I want."
Seeing how uncomfortable I was growing, Bret reached over and slapped Jim's hands off.
"Sorry about him. Sometimes he's too gay to function," Bret laughed, "So, are you in a match tonight?"
I continued to chuckle as I started to feel my face heating up. Impressing the Canadian hero was always a dream of mine, but right now, I was far from it. I feel like such a noob.
"I wish, but I have a meeting to attend in a couple of minutes. I have no idea where this room is though." I handed over a slip of paper with the information all on it to Bret.
"Oh, this one is simple," Bret smiled, "We have nothing to do at the moment so we'll show you."
Him and Jim turned the other way to lead, not once looking back to check if I was following. I let out a sigh before running after them to catch up.