So, here's the new story. This is sort of different from what I'm used to writing, I'm doing AU/WWE. So, I hope you guys enjoy it and if you do, REVIEW and let me know what you think. You guys are awesome. Also, in the story there is only a 5 year age gap between Punk and AJ.
October, 2002...
Chicago, one of her least favourite places to be, the weather was just god awful, the traffic was physically draining and all this just to convince a bunch of jacked up wrestlers for a spot on their show, with 50 people as an audience.
But that was April, a wrestling fanatic since she first sat down and laid her eyes upon the sport, her dream since she was just twelve years of AJ, the only thing she ever wanted to be. The struggle just to get noticed these days were tough, a 5ft, 100 lbs, 18 year old girl with big dreams, people laughed.
She couldn't remember the last time she had felt so confident about a try out, she'd spent a year in training at a local facility near her home in Union City, New Jersey. A place that she grew up around in motels, parked on the New Jersey streets, sleeping in cars. It took her everything to even get trained, never mind on shows.
She wasn't your typical, big boobs, ass out wrestler chick, getting whistles from the guys here and there, she was in it for the wrestling and only the wrestling. She might have been small, but she wasn't going to let anyone tell her what she couldn't and could achieve in life.
A phone call. A phone call to Gabe Sapolsky, the one behind the most talked about Independent wrestling show on the internet, around the United States. One phone call to him, and she had a try out, just like that.
Of course she was nervous, she was young and would probably get turned down, she knew that, but the excitement going through her bones at the possibility of getting a deal with the company was keeping her head held high.
She walked through the doors of the training building, her bag slung over her shoulder, a bottle of water in her hand. She looked around, guys in the ring, guys lifting weights, guys on the other gym equipment. That was the thing with the wrestling business, guys everywhere.
She walked through the gym, the loud music blaring through the walls, beating almost as loud as her heart. It hadn't hit her until now, how nervous she actually was, all these men looked at her like she was lost, she was intimidated indeed.
She walked all the way to the back office, knocking on the door to Gabe's office, hearing a croacky voice shout for her to come in. She did just that, walking straight in and seeing he already had some sort of meeting going on.
"April?" Gabe croaked, a cigar hanging out the edge of his mouth, his feet perked up on the desk.
"Yep." April smiled, watching the man who was sitting with his back to her turn around, he definitely wasn't a natural blonde by the looks of his roots. She couldn't help but want to ask if he got a good enough stare, watching his eyes disturbingly look up and down at her.
"What is she? Cheerleader?" The blonde hair man arrogantly chuckled to Gabe.
"Get out of here, go think of something else, falls count anywhere matches have been done a thousand times before." Gabe said, removing his feet from the desk and looking into the green eyes of his best worker and wrestler, CM Punk. Or Phil, outside the wrestling world.
"Alright, I'm just saying, we could make it original." Punk put his hands up in the air, standing up from the half broken seat he was sitting on, walking out of the office, oblivious to the young girl still standing at the door, he needed to think of new ideas for his match tonight.
"April, come in." Gabe waved his hand in a 'come here' signal.
April shut the door over and walked in, nervously sitting down on the seat and looking at Gabe. Short and tubby, just how she expected him.
"So, you got your gear with you?" Gabe asked.
"Yeah." April nodded.
"What about your hair? Make-Up?" Gabe shook his head for answers.
Well wasn't she offended, "I eh… I don't wear make-up and I just brush my hair." April replied quietly, was this his way of telling her she needed make up and a new hair style.
"Oh. Alright. Well… tonight we have you up against…"
"Wait." She cut him off to his surprise, "You're just putting me on the show? Without seeing me wrestle before it?" She asked surprisingly.
"Yeah. Listen darling, I'll be watching the show tonight, if you impress me, I'll give you a permanent spot on my roster, if I think you need a few improvements, I'll still give you a spot with some training from my fellow wrestler employees, and if I think your just darn right shit, you can pack your bags and head back home." Gabe said, his honesty was what got him in trouble a lot with different wrestling promotions.
April just nodded, "So… who did you say I was wrestling?" She asked nervously, she knew in her odds it would be some giant woman, technical, perfected wrestler that would bury her into next week, but she still wanted to know.
"Traci Brooks. Heel at the moment, so if we have you the baby face from the different city, I think it'd put the crowd over, is that ok?" Gabe asked.
"Yeah, that's fine. Do you know where I could find her?" April asked timidly, she wanted to get to know who she was wrestling, before she went in front of a crowd.
"She'll be hanging around here somewhere, just ask around, everyone is nice enough." Gabe smiled, "Now get lost." He said, leaning back on his chair, he had a very sarcastic humour that only certain people seem to get, April wasn't one of them.
She took her bag and stepped out of his office, looking around, everyone looked so big and scary, this definitely wasn't like her training school shows she would have back in New Jersey, she felt like she was a Giselle in amongst a crowd of lions.
She went over to a few men sitting in the corner of the room, asking for her wrestling opponent tonight, Traci. All everyone told her, was 'ask Punk.' How on earth was she meant to know who Punk was? What a stupid nickname anyway.
Instead of now looking for her wrestling opponent for the night, she was looking for this 'Punk' in hopes for him to lead her to Traci.
Finally after a good search through the full building, she finally figured out who Punk was, the blonde haired boy who needed his hair roots done. She crept over to where he sat, chuckling with another man who appeared to be already in his wrestling gear, sitting down lacing his boots.
"Um… excuse me." April said, quietly, standing beside them both, not getting any response from either one of them, she didn't know if they genuinely couldn't hear her, or they just didn't want to be disturbed.
"Excuse me." She spoke, a little louder than the last time, she suspected the music was pretty loud in here.
"Hey!" She shouted loudly, watching them both turn their heads towards her, like he did when she entered Gabe's office, he looked her up and down again.
"What?" He said unpleasantly.
"I'm looking for Traci." April said.
"She's out right now. Why?" Punk asked, giving his best friend a look and suspicious smile, his eyes going back to the girl.
"She's my opponent tonight. I just wanted to go over some things with her." April smiled politely.
"Wait!" Punk roared with laughter, smacking his hand off his thigh, "You mean to tell me… you and your what…" He paused, looking her up and down again, "You and your 100 pounds self is going to be wrestling on the show tonight." Punk smiled like a jerk to his friend, "Now that's something you don't see every day, good luck squirt." He nodded to her as if speaking to a five year old.
April just rolled her eyes in embarrassment and walked away quickly.
Punk just sighed with a laugh as she walked away, turning around to his face his best friend, Colt Cabana, who wasn't smiling.
"What?" Punk said, looking at him.
"That was a little uncalled for, don't you think?" Colt sighed, looking at the young girl walk out of the doors.
"Did you see her, I could break her in half with my pinkie, girls like her shouldn't be allowed to wrestle." He laughed to himself.
"You know, I'm pretty sure a lot of the boys said that guys like me and you, shouldn't be allowed to wrestle when we first came here, don't be one of those guys, man." Colt shook his head, patting his friend on the shoulder and walking away.
Punk just looked down at the ground, whatever. She was just a little girl anyway, wasn't like she was going to last long here.
He brushed his long blonde locks out of his face. Phil Brooks. Sweet and caring once you get to know him. Just like April… a lifelong dream of his was to be a wrestler, 23 years of age and he was still trying to make his way to the top. The stories and memories he already had yet to tell, yet so many were already made. He'd met so many great people, including his best friend Colt and many others along the journey to becoming a pro wrestler, he knew it wasn't easy, yet seeing younger girls and guys come in made him feel more powerful, and like he had just done, he'd put them down with his arrogance and cockiness. That wasn't Phil, that was CM Punk. It was hard to keep his wrestling persona separated from his real life person.
Only few people new about his real life, his up bringing, his struggle, they people were those whom he trusted and cared about himself, that wasn't a lot of people.
He stood up, walking through the gym and out of the building, into the cold evening, quickly turning dark very soon. He looked left to right, spotting the young girl sitting on a bench with her hood up, watching her take her sleeve and wipe it across her face.
Great, he had made a little girl cry. He sauntered over to her, awkwardly sitting down on the bench at the complete opposite side of which she was sitting at.
April quickly dried her tears, noticing it was that arrogant little…
"Sorry." Punk said, a word he could never find easy to say to people.
April just gasped with a chuckle, "It's fine."
"It's cool to get more woman wrestlers in. We're running pretty low on chicks so it's nice to see kids like you getting a chance." Punk smiled.
"Thanks." April said, turning around to him, her hands in her pockets of her zipper.
"Good luck tonight, go get em." He said, patting her on the back with his careless hand, nearly knocking her into next week.
He stood up and walked back into the gym, leaving April outside in her thoughts, just because this guy had apologised didn't mean she was getting into the roster, she had to give everything tonight in her match if she wanted to stay here permanently.
Well, like I said… different type of story from me.
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