"Come on baby, wear it for me…." Mike murmured in my ear as he held out the shredded up t-shirt. I looked at him in disgust.
"Cut!" John, the camera man yelled. "Sara! How many times do I have to tell you? You're in a story line with Mike. You need to act like you're in love with him!"
Looking over at Mike, with his cocky smirk permanently attached to his face, I shuddered. I didn't like him. At all. But this was my job—to act like his loving girlfriend on screen. "All right," I mumbled, forcing myself to smile at Mike.
"Let's try it again," John said in a frustrated voice. "In 3…2….1…"
"Come on baby, wear it for me…." Mike murmured in my ear, while he ran his hand up and down my bare arm. "You'll look so hot in it," he whispered in my ear loud enough for the camera to pick up on it. He held out the black Miz t-shirt to me that smirk never leaving his face. He knew this was bothering me. It didn't bother me that I had to be in a story line with him; it bothered me that I was expected to wear a shirt in front of thousands of people that had been cut with a scissors just below my bust line.
I pretended to be head over heels in love with the cockiest superstar in the WWE. I smiled a shy smile, "You think it will look all right on me?" I murmured as I traced a finger up and down his bare chest.
"It will be awesome…." he said softly as he placed two fingers under my chin and tilted my head up so he could kiss me. His lips were just about to reach mine and I was about to panic, when John yelled, "Cut! Got it! Great work guys!"
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My name is Sara Martin. I have a dream job—a job that a million girls would kill for—I'm a WWE diva! I never thought I would be a diva; I had my sights set on being a model or an actress. But when my agent said there was a casting call for 'sports entertainment models', I went to the audition, not knowing what I would get myself into.
I made my debut about six months ago; I 'won' the last season of NXT and was 'called up' to the main roster. Really, all I had to do was smile, look pretty, and give the right answers. Really simple, actually. I made my grand debut on the Monday Night RAW brand about two months ago and I was thrown into a romantic story line with Mike Mizanin—better known as the Miz. He was on his way to championship gold, and the creative team thought that he needed a pretty brunette to accompany him to the ring and interfere in his matches when necessary. That's where I came in, and that's where my story begins….