So, I was going to wait to upload this story after my other was finished, but it had been consuming my mind for the last few days, and I decided, to Hell with it, and decided to upload it anyway.
And also, I really just wrote this because I was bored and the idea was on my mind, but I do have plans on continuing it. So if I get at least 4 reviews, I will continue this story(:
Oh, and if I do get 4 reviews, I will put up a little detail thing in my profile explaining who my OC is, and her picture.
First Impression
My feet were killing me.
And no, I'm not talking about a little 'ow, I'm going to need a foot rub later from all this walking'. I mean my feet are being rubbed raw, and are starting to form blisters. What's the cause of my feet's distress? Today was Summerslam Axxess, and don't get me wrong, it's really fun and all, but it's not the place to be wearing heels.
One should never do it. Ever. Especially when you never wear heels, and your feet aren't use to them. I'm just thankful I haven't fell down yet.
I looked around the crowded space surrounding me. This was one reason I hadn't wanted to come. Sure, I am quite the social butterfly - but that was only when I wanted to be. Most of the time, though, I was quite anti-social. Unless I was with friends, of course. And that was the main reason I was here now - my friend.
I had always been a fan of wrestling, it was something I found really interesting. Because whether it was complete kayfabe, and the moves were all fake, it was still entertainment. That's what it was supposed to be right? The name was WWE: World Wrestling Entertainment. Emphasis on the entertainment part.
But despite being a huge fan, I still didn't feel the need to come to this event. The reason? In a few days time I would officially be a WWE Diva. That's right, Arianna Paige Beaumont, the one and only daughter of Tim and Janet Beaumont, will finally be living out her dream. Which is exactly why I didn't need to be here. Why should I? Soon I would be working with all these wrestlers, and I would be able to meet them when I showed up to Raw next week. So, instead of acting like a crazed fan-girl now, I should wait, so I don't look like a stalker when I do show up at Raw.
I had come here for a friend, Emma Louise Grant. Emma herself is a big WWE fan, but unlike me, she wouldn't be becoming a WWE Diva. So, today I had promised to come with her to this occasion, just so we could spend some time together, before I left to be on the road.
But that promise seemingly went unnoticed, because as soon as we had gotten here, she had ran off; chasing after some wrestler named R-Truth. And honestly, I didn't like him. Sure, he could wrestle, but to me he was boring - not to mention annoying. And what was with his entrance music? 'Cause I can bust you like a pimple'. Um, not to be rude, but that's just plain disgusting - that is just a mental image I could have gone without. A shiver ran down my spine at just the thought of it.
A sudden blood-curdling scream snapped me from my inner thoughts, and as I glanced around me, I saw a young girl screaming at John Cena, who had just showed up in the ring that was set up for the wrestlers to hype up there matches this Sunday. I caught a glimpse of the girl's parents, red-faced, trying to get their daughter to calm down. I couldn't blame them though. Being in that kind of situation had to be embarrassing.
I made another examination of my surroundings, but there was nothing that special. The only things I could see were the usual; people walking around holding the replica championship belts, little kids wearing the WWE merchandise, and moms that were flirting with some of the wrestlers like no tomorrow.
My eyes came to rest on my best friend - had been since first grade. She was standing in line waiting to meet John Morrison. Or John Hennigan, I'm pretty sure he goes by both, I guess it all just depends on what floats your boat.
I made my way over to her, cutting in line in the process; which got me a few not-so-nice-words sent in my direction from the other people waiting. Oh well, it wont faze me.
"Hey, Emma," I bent over and slipped my shoes off. "Can you keep these in your bag? They hurt my feet." I scrunched up my face, and placed a pout upon my glossed lips.
"So you're just gonna, like, walk around barefoot for the rest of the day?" She raised an eyebrow at me, like I was a complete weirdo.
"Um, yeah?" I answered her as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. But we had been friends long enough, she should know by now that I would never wear shoes if I could. I preferred to go barefoot, I loved feeling the breeze between my toes. Actually, no, I didn't, but that didn't matter at the moment.
She slipped the shoes into her bag, which no doubt already held loads of autographed pictures inside. "Well, since I did you a favor, you think you could do me one?"
I uttered out a sure, letting out a yawn in the process.
"Go get me a drink? I'm dying of thirst." Though she probably wasn't even that thirsty, considering she drank about three AMP energy drinks before we even got here.
"Fine. What do you want?"
"Um," She became deep in thought, though I couldn't see how it was that hard to think of something to drink. "How about a cherry snow cone, some water.." She paused for a moment, thinking again, before she continued. "Ooooh, and how about a hot dog?"
I stared at her, my lips pursed, and my brows raised. "I thought you said you just wanted something to drink?"
"Well, I figured while you were there you could grab me something to eat, too." She shrugged, sounding all too innocent.
I smiled at her nodding my head understandingly, before I looked back up. "So, a bottle of water then?"
I turned away from her, making my way towards the small concession stand that was selling a variety of things, which included drinks. I hadn't gotten very far when I heard Emma yelling at me.
"Ugh," I could almost sense the small pout on her lips. "You're so mean to me," Her voice was high-pitched, and sounded way too mouse-like.
I smiled to myself, before I stepped in line, waiting to place my order. My foot began to tap impatiently; I wasn't one that usually waited. Maybe that's why I haven't done shit at this event at all today?
"Excuse me, lady?"
I glanced up noticing the line the was in front of me had vanished, I quickly stumbled forward. "Two bottles of water, please." We exchanged money and drinks.
I turned back, looking back in the direction of where Emma used to be. The only problem was that she wasn't there anymore. As much as I loved my best friend, she was beginning to piss me off. I blew a colorful strand of hair out of my face, sighing.
I walked in the direction she used to be in a huff. I stopped in the middle of a crowd of people, and began to look around, my nostrils flaring. The crowd soon thinned out, and I still hadn't spotted her.
I began walking around aimlessly, when I stumbled upon a group of girls - who I, if I didn't know any better, would have thought were mannequins, or even life size Barbie's. They were surrounding someone, and I could tell by the distraught in his voice, he wasn't very excited about being surrounded.
Finding the inner bitch in me, I shoved my way through the wall of girls, and grabbed onto the man's arm. "Excuse me ho's, but I think you should leave now. It's quite obvious the man isn't interested." I gave them a smile, that was no doubt bitchy. They gaped at me, as if they couldn't believe I had just said that to them. "Did you not hear me? Shoo-shoo," I waved my hand out in front of me, gesturing that they needed to back away. I heard a chuckle come from the guy behind me, as the girls - or Barbie's, whichever you preferred - began to walk away muttering, "What a bitch."
"Well, thanks."
I whirled around, "It was no pro…blem," I finished. I was looking right into the eye's of Randy Orton. I was intimidated, I think anyone would be in this situation. Yeah, Randy only played a character on television, but judging by the rumors on the internet, he didn't exactly have the greatest attitude - inside the WWE or outside.
"I'm Randy Orton," He sent me his famous smirk, holding out his hand.
I took it, but I never told him my name. I wasn't sure why not, but I didn't. "I know. It's nice to meet you," I brought my hand up to shield my eyes from the sun.
"Thirsty much?" I looked down in my arms, following his gaze, as he gestured towards the water bottles.
"Oh, yeah," I glanced back up at him. "One's for a friend, but she's disappeared on me."
I saw him look down. "Um," He let out a slight chuckle as he scratched his eyebrow.
I caught on quickly, rushing out, "Oh, my feet hurt. You see I wore high heels so-"
"That's not exactly the smartest thing one can do."
I shook my head, agreeing with him, a smile playing on my lips. "No, I guess it isn't."
He pointed over my shoulder, "I think someone wants you?" I glanced back, and caught a glimpse of Emma waving me over.
"Yeah, that's my friend." I paused, and an awkward silence followed. "So, bye." I gave a slight goodbye wave and smile, before I began to back away.
I hadn't got very far when I heard him call after me. "Hey! I don't believe I caught your name?"
I barely even thought about what I was going to say in reply, when I yelled back. "I don't believe you were supposed to?"
I jogged over to wear Emma stood, staring at me, mouth agape. I threw her a water. "You were talking to Randy Orton," She pointed towards the spot me and him had been talking, and where he was now signing an autograph for a slutty looking girl. Wow, I was so judgemental. I'd have to make a mental note to work on that, otherwise, I might not make any friends as a WWE Diva.
"Yeah, I was."
"But that's Randy Orton." Her eyes grew wide. "The Randy Orton. The guy who is a complete dick, an asshole even. And you were talking to him."
"Emma you can't believe everything you here, and he was nice." Although, he probably had to be nice. This was all for the fans, and if that's who he really was, I'm sure he wasn't allowed to show it.
But considering I would be working on the same brand with him in the coming weeks, I think my first impression didn't go too bad.
The question was...would there be a second one?
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