First chapter, hope you enjoy and keep following! Flo Rida - Sugar Enjoy the story! (I don't own any characters or songs...)
I get that the coupling is a bit weird, but I'm hoping I can make a good story out of this...
Possible songs to be listened to -
Journey - Don't stop believing
I'll get you in my pants one day
As Raw came to a close for another night, Gail finished packing up her stuff in the locker room. Sure, she hadn't won her number one contenders match, but she knew she'd win the divas title very soon. She loved wrestling; it was not only her career, but her passion. Her mind was always on the title.
"Gail Kim." She noticed Mike 'The Miz' Mizanin stood at the door of the women's locker room, smirking.
"Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" She asked.
The Miz began walking over to her.
"Don't move a step closer." She warned. "Or I'll have to get one of the security guards to come in and physically remove you."
"Why so stressed, Gail?" Mike asked. "Tell me again why we've never hooked up..."
"...Because you completely, physically and utterly repulse me." Gail replied, smiling sweetly. Most people on the roster were different to their on-screen characters, but not Mike.
"Playing hard to get doesn't work, beautiful." Mike returned her smile with one of his own.
"Oh yeah, I forgot, 'chicks dig you'." She laughed.
"I'll get you in my pants one day."
"Don't count on it." A towelled-up Kelly-Kelly came out of the showers and over to where Gail was sat. "Gail, you're coming out with everyone tonight?"
"Why's everyone going out?" Gail asked.
"Jeremy Piven is taking everyone out, what with him being guest host and all that." Kelly smiled. "He's hired out a club and everyone's going." She paused. "You should probably come back to the hotel with me to change first." Gail looked down at her sweatpants and tank top and realised her friend may have had a point.
"Glad to hear you're coming too." She forgot Mike was there.
"You're coming too?" Kelly questioned. "Weren't you banned from Raw or something?"
"Ever heard of a storyline, sweet cheeks?" He responded.
"Whatever." Kelly sighed. "Gail, I'm catching a lift with Alicia, are you coming?"
"Yeah, let's go." Gail picked up her bag. "Later, Miz."
Gail, Kelly and Alicia were getting dressed in Gail and Kelly's hotel room. Flo Rida was blaring out of the hotel radio and the three girls were dancing around the room.
"I love parties." Kelly grinned, slipping into her short pink dress.
"You and Jeremy seemed close backstage." Alicia nudged Kelly.
"Puh-lease!" She laughed. "He's funny, but isn't he like, forty?"
"He's a pretty cute forty-something." Gail commented from the bathroom where she was doing her make-up.
"Anyway Gail, what's going on with you and Mike?" Kelly asked, tying up her hair into a loose bun.
"What do you mean me and Mike?" Gail came out of the bathroom. "He's a jerk, and I can't think of anyone I'd rather date less!"
"The more defensive you are, the more you have to defend." Alicia quoted knowledgably.
"Where'd you get that from?"
"I made it up, but it's probably true." Alicia shrugged.
"Besides, I don't really have time..." Gail stopped talking as her phone began ringing. She had completely forgotten her ringtone was Journey 'Don't stop believing'. The three of them collapsed into a
fit of giggles and a series of bad Journey impressions.
"You were saying?" Alicia said, over the top of Journey.
"Yes, as I was saying," Gail said through her laughter, it was a text from her phone network. "I don't have time for a boyfriend."
"Such a workaholic." Kelly smiled. "Gail, what're you going to wear? You're still in sweatpants!"
"I have two options." She replied, rifling through her closet and holding up the dresses. "It's either the short purple dress I wore on a WWE photoshoot or this blue dress."
"Purple dress." Alicia said.
"That's a really cute dress. Perhaps you'll be the one attracting the guys tonight." Kelly grinned.
"I highly doubt it with you two around." Gail sighed.
She may have been one of the 'sexiest women on television', but that still didn't stop her insecurities. Back in her previous tenure in the WWE, it wasn't always about the looks. Sure, it was helpful, but it wasn't everything. Now it's all about the twenty-something models with their stick-thin physiques and long legs.
Gail was shocked when the WWE offered her a contract second time around. After all, she was thirty-three, a decade older than some of the divas. She knew she was in the best shape of her life, and her boobs weren't looking too bad either, but she still had her inhibitions.
"Are you ready to go?" Alicia asked. Oh to be twenty-three and have the world at your feet. Alicia could be doing anything with a face like that.
Gail nodded and checked herself in the mirror. Gail, you've still got it, she smiled.