I have been reading Fan Fiction for years now. I love WWE, and the stories on here. I decided to make my own. I own nothing but the plot and my own character, Erica. Please don't sue me, heh heh :D
This is my first crack at it, so please go easy. Not even sure if I will continue it, but whatever xD
She had been working in WWE for a little over a year now. On the RAW roster no less! She was one of the top girls, she wasn't always on the card for the divas match of RAW, but she didn't mind. She was kinda shy, she modeled before training to become a diva, per Vince's suggestion. She still does some modeling, in fact the new MAXIM, where she had answered some rather private questions and had a 10 page spread, had just come out. This was where she was now, looking at the cover of herself as she sat at a table in a club. She had been invited out as celebration of her latest cover shoot by her co-workers. The cover stared back at her as she studied her own features. She had golden brown hair with beautiful curls cascading down her back. Her big honey brown puppy dog eyes as AJ has deemed it, her plump lips with a natural pink tint to them. Her perfect jawline, graceful neck, natural D size breasts, curves, flat stomach, hip bones jutting out followed by her long slim legs. She was 5'6, 115 lbs. She had been born and raised in Chicago, and still lived there, only now she was alone. She was Straight Edge, not that many people knew. She was a very guarded person, not even her closest co-workers knew much .But the recent Maxim interview, had some personal things in there that was a shock amongst the locker room. She was surrounded by male and female co-workers as she sat there silently, just observing and listening to the conversation of her peers. It felt good to be out of her hotel room. She loved being alone, but lately she had been lonelier than usual. She was pulled from her thoughts when Nicole of the Bella Twins nudged her, "Erica, did you hear me?"
"No, sorry. What'd you say?" I apologize.
"I said, that's crazy that you graduated high school at 16. How'd you do that?" she asked.
I shrug, "At the end of my freshmen year, I was tested and placed in honors classes with the seniors," I say nonchalantly. At this point, most of my co-workers have their mouths open in surprise. I laugh to myself and add, "Most people judge or assume I'm one way or another, based on rumors, and that I don't talk much." They smile apologetically. "So who did you get your intelligence from, your mom or dad?" brie, the other twin asks curiously. I snort loudly and reply with, "I'm banking on the DNA showing that I'm adopted or perhaps an alien from another planet." Everyone laughs.
"You and me both." I hear and turn my head to see Phil, AKA Cm Punk, who smiles at me. I try not to show my blush. Thankful of the dim lighting in the club, and I find it hard to reply, so I just laugh softly and nod. Someone else starts talking as the conversation progresses. I keep biting my lip as my blush spreads while watching Phil play with his lip ring and roll his tongue bar across his teeth as he appears to be in deep thought.
"Hmm, I'm not sure. Where do you wanna eat, Erica?" Phil asks me, hinting that maybe I'll continue to hang out with them. Randy Orton glances at me and asks, "How about Denny's?" I nod at him then space out again while I hear some say things like, "yes", and "sure", and "I don't mind." My cell rings and I roll my eyes as I see the caller I.D. I quickly decline the call and shove my phone into my jean pocket, after putting it on vibrate. My mood is now slightly annoyed. "Something the matter cutie?" Randy asks me. "Just tired." The lies easily roll off my tongue. If anyone truly knew me, they'd know I suffer from insomnia a lot. "Aren't we all." Glen AKA Kane says as he walks up to the table. We smile warmly at each other. Out of everyone, he probably knows me best. We have a lot in common and he's like a brother to me, being in his 40s, and I being just 22.