Note: This story is completely my own- I do not own any of the actual people I use in the story. Though, it would be nice! xD The only character I own is my OC. Also, don't be too hard on me. This is my first story! Enjoy!
November 26, 2014:
Thanksgiving. Another holiday that she had to spend with her overbearing, yet loving family. The normal questions would be shot at her like bullets at a deer in the woods. 'When will you come into WWE?' 'Are you going to bring a man home, or going to be a prude?' her older brother would always ask her. The truth was Remi had no answers to any of the questions that she got bombarded with each year at a holiday function with her family. Remi knew they meant well, but, for once would it kill her family be happy that she was pursuing her own dreams. Sure, she had once thought that all she would ever be able to do was be in World Wrestling Entertainment. As she got older, she found that she wanted to help people heal. That's the entire reason she had went to Ohio State University and gotten her PhD in Athletic training. Remi had graduated early from high school and went straight to college. Straight A student, yet; the young brunette seemed to be a disappointment to her family for not going into WWE. Sighing, Remi pushed her thoughts out of her head that rested on her steering wheel that currently sat in the driveway of her parent's beautiful home- the home that she grew up in. Holidays were always a buzz kill for her. Though, she never could tell her family no about coming to the events. Why? That was simple, she might be a McMahon just one that had yet be able to stand up to her parents. That infamous McMahon backbone that had been given to her at birth- had been fairly nonexistent when it came to her family. Lifting her head up off of her steering wheel the brunette quickly exited her 67 Plymouth Barracuda. Shutting the door behind her once Remi was outside of the old muscle car. Slowly, Remi made her way up the stairway of her childhood home. "Get yourself together Remi" she scolded herself as she walked up to the door. Grasping the handle within her hand, she turned her wrist a bit as she pushed the heavy wood door. The door opened easily leading her into the home. It smelled of various food items, all that smelled delicious. Shrugging her coat off of her slender shoulders, the tall brunette placed the coat on the coat hanger that stood in the entryway. Once her coat was off of her body, Remi stepped forward her long legs taking her further into the home. As she walked she could hear the happiness from her family. All of them enjoying the holiday's. This year was much different than most- Stephanie and Paul had actually gotten more than just the day off from the company. Following the joyous laughter of her family which lead her to the spacious living room. Stopping short of the living room the brunette leaned her left shoulder on the door way. Her bright blue oculars taking in the scene of her family having fun. The sight before her brought her lips upright in a smile. Everyone looked happy. She loved moments like these. Even when her family bothered her about following them into the family business.
Her niece Aurora had been the first to notice Remi standing in the doorway to the living room. Her excited squeal of happiness alerting the family to a new person joining them. The little girl took off running towards Remi. The tall brunette bent down with her arms outstretched to the little girl. Aurora's tiny body slammed into Remi's in a tight hug. Smiling her arms wrapped around the young girl as she stood up. Hoisting the girl on her left hip. Vince was the first to come and give the youngest daughter a bone breaking hug. The rest of the family soon followed. "Rem, it's great that you could come and spend time with the family!" Stephanie said to her younger sister, almost begrudgingly. Nodding her head without replying to her sister, Remi went further into the living room. Her body plopping down on the sofa next her to brother and his wife Marissa. "No man yet, I see? I thought college was the place to meet men Rems?" Shane started to shoot his questions at the brunette in rapid succession. "Jeez, good to see you too Shane." she grumbled, only to be scolded by her father. "Now, Remington. These are all valid questions." he spoke to her. Sighing, she pushed her bangs out of her face. "Dad, please. He does this every year!" she stated her oculars turning to her older brother to shoot him a nasty look. "Since none of you asked, I past my BOC. I'm now certified to be a trainer. As for meeting a man. No, I've not. I'm twenty seven. I've got my entire life ahead of me." she told her family. At this point, the kids had all went to go play while Linda continued to cook in the kitchen. Vince nodded his head at his daughter. "Then when will you come to work for WWE?" he asked her. "Dad…." she muttered. "Rem you're not getting any younger. Might want to focus on getting someone before you get too old." Stephanie took another stab at her sister. Groaning, she placed her head in her hands. This was the part she hated about having to come to family functions. "Tell you what sis, you come on the road as a part time trainer and get used to being around the hussle of WWE and I'll think about letting you not getting any younger slip." Stephanie lord, how she managed to get married still surprises Remi to this day. Paul had to be amazing to deal with her on a daily basis. "Steph has a good idea. What do you say Remington?" her father asked. "If I agree. There will be NO more of this ribbing me because I didn't bring a man home this year. Got it?" Remi argued her terms of the agreement. "Deal" Stephanie, Vince and Paul said at the same time. "You will start this following monday." Vince told her. "Dinner's ready!" Linda's voice called out over the heated discussion. Everyone left the living room to pile into the dining room. The kids weren't too far behind the adults. The rest of the day went well, no more ribs from her family about being single. They had finally gotten what they wanted from her. Now, it was time to start getting herself prepared to take on a new life on the road.
The following Monday:
The news had gotten out, about a new trainer. One that might spend a good portion of time on screen as well. Though, no one knew who this mystery person would be. The McMahon's had called for a company wide meeting- one that would be held in catering. Of all places. This would be where the talent would be introduced to the McMahon that had never stepped foot into a WWE event. There were too many people there. Glancing at her brother in-law as he spoke to the talent. "As many of you have heard, there will be a new Trainer to help out Dr. Amann. She'll be taking over any of his rehab cases for the time being until creative figures out exactly who to place her with on screen. Alright, let's meet her." he stated. The murmurs had not stopped, many had still been wondering who was taking the rehab cases from Amann. "Remi get up here." Paul spoke her to. Sighing, the tall brunette dressed in a nice pair of dark skinny jeans paired with a dark button up blouse. On her feet she had on her favorite pair of high heels. Stepping up onto the mini stage that had been set up in catering. She smiled out at everyone that looked at her. "Just because she looks nice does not mean anything ladies and gentlemen. She's a McMahon. So, watch your steps around her." he basically growled out a warning to the workers. Saying a simple hello to everyone, the brunette quickly made her way back to the training room with Dr. Amann. "Don't worry Remi. You won't have too much on your plate for the time being." He told her with a bright smile. "For now, the only superstars with active rehab are Bryan Danielson, Joe Anoa'i, Stephen Farley and lastly Stu Bennett. Then some minor cuts and scrapes that you might have to bandage up. I will warn you. Bennett has a terrible temper and attitude. The man has fought me the entire way of his rehab. He's nearing the end, but, since he doesn't really let me in on how he is feeling. I've got no idea." the older man shrugged his shoulders at her. "Alright, thank you. Sounds like I should go and find the difficult one first." Remi spoke to the man, as she turned on her heels to go in search of the British man. "He's probably in the gym." Dr Amann told her as she walked out of the training room. It took the brunette a while to find the gym, and when she did. She had no idea who in the world she was actually looking for. Remington had never actually paid much attention to the wrestlers when she had watched from home. Glancing around the gym, she seen numerous men and women working out. None looked to be in pain. "Lass, yeh look lost." a voice heavily accented spoke to her from her left. Turning quickly, slightly startled the brunette looked up at the taller pale man. "Kind of." she said truthfully. "Who yeh looking for? Remi, yeah?" he asked. "Yes, I'm Remi. You are?" she asked kindly as she stuck out her left hand for him to shake. "Stephen." he told her with a smile. Her hues light up with recognition of the name. "Pleasure. I'll be the one that finishes your rehab. As you already know from the horrid meeting earlier." she sighed. "Yeah. Yeh, never did answer my question lass." he stated. "Oh. Right. Sorry. Stu Benn…" before the brunette could finish her sentence Remi had been interrupted by a large man shoving her out of his way. "Don't need you to help me." the rough voice growled at her. Remi had nearly lost her footing from the man shoving her aside though, thankfully having enough time to catch herself before she fell on her ass. Her own growl coming from her lips while her hues watched him leaving the gym. "Lass, that'd be Stu." he said upon seeing the interaction between the two.
His words never even making it to the youngest McMahon before she went after Stu. Ste shook his head. Knowing that nothing good was about to happen. He followed the two of them out into the hallway. Remi speed walked until she caught up to Stu. Reaching out with her right hand she grabbed onto his left bicep. Effectively catching the man's attention. Stopping in his tracks, he turned around to face the tall woman as he shrugged her hand off of him. Ignoring the spark that went through his entire body at the simple touch. "You will listen to me and you listen good Mr. Bennett." she started only to be stopped by him turning once again to start walking away from her. Remi quickly stepped in front of him. Stopping him from going any further. "I refuse to be treated like that by you. You have no idea who I am. I'm here to help you heal. Deal with it." she told the man in front of her. Fire burning in her hues as she looked up into his hazel oculars. "Bloody hell woman. I don't need you to help me for the last time. I want nothing to do with the spoon fed youngest daughter of the McMahon's!" he growled at her. By this time many had started to gather- not helping either out. Hearing his words her face turned hard, much like her father's would. "Too bad you're getting my help whether you like it or not." she yelled at him. Her words seemed to anger the man more. "Or what?" he challenged his larger frame towering over the 5'6 brunette even with her heels on. "Gonna tell daddy on me?" he scoffed at her. "No. That's not it. Stephanie is Daddy's princess. Shane's his only son. Where's that leave you? The unwanted annoyance that they have to deal with." he went to walk around her with a laugh. His words stung. Reacting on instinct Remington lifted her right hand up cocking her arm back she threw her arm forward, fist made. Her fist connected to the left side of Stu's cheek causing him to stumble to the side while his head turned to the side. "No, I'm the McMahon that will not deal with you're arrogant ass. I won't take your shit. I'll knock you down to size. Now, go shower then meet me in the training room. I'm going to check on your shoulder." she stated in a firmness that shocked everyone in the room that had gathered to watch the argument. Stu was livid. He went to walk after her only to be stopped by his close buddy Stephen. "Calm down Stu." His hand rested against his cheek where he had been punched. "Yeh need to apologize to her." he told his mate. Shaking his head. Stu shoved past his mate and into his locker room.
Remington walked into the training room her mind still at war with itself. Her right fist throbbing in pain. Chris walked up to her, a sad smile on his face. "Take it you met the stubborn Brit?" he tried to lighten the mood up. Nodding her head Remi walked over to the ice chest. Grabbing a small bag she shoveled some ice into her bag before tying the bag off and holding it against her fist. "May or may not have punched him in the face." she mumbled to herself as she hopped up onto the makeshift taping table. Holding the ice to her hand she tried to will herself to not think about what had just transpired. Her thoughts were quickly interrupted when the door slammed open. Her bright blue hues looked up to see Stu. His oculars burned her body where every they glanced. This woman had stood up to him. That had never happened. Ever. Most all ran away from him at the sight of him. Scared that he'd hurt them. Stu looked down at his boots, not one to normally apologize. "Look…" he started only to be stopped mid sentence by Remi. "Save it. I don't want to hear it." She grumbled at him before she tossed the bag of ice that she had placed on her hand at him. "Ice your shoulder." she said as she jumped down off of the table. Remi walked past him to grab the elastic wrap that she would use to wrap his shoulder up. Walking up to him she placed her hands on his chest forcing him to sit on the table she had just occupied. Stu followed the directions his oculars following her every motion. Snatching the ice out of his hands Remi walked behind him and placed the ice on his shoulder. Holding the ice in one hand she used her other hand to wrap the elastic wrap around his shoulder and torso to keep the ice pack on his shoulder. Dr Amann had already left the room to give the two time to get over their first meeting. Stu went to speak again only to be silenced by the look that Remington gave him. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he looked back at his boots as she put away the elastic wrap. When she had came back to stand in front of him she patted him on the same cheek that she had punched. "Good boy." she said as she patted the said cheek. When the brunette went to move her hand from his bearded cheek, his hand had shot out grabbing her wrist within his hand. His hand grabbing her wrist sent shock waves of excitement throughout her body. What was wrong with her? Looking at him she attempted to wrench her wrist out of his grasp. Only managing to make the larger man stand up, her hand still trapped in his grasp. "No good in me darling." he muttered to her. "About earlier. I'm sorry. That was uncalled for. Though, I must say. You pack a pretty nasty right hook." he grinned at her. Rolling her hues at him she shrugged her shoulders. "Hmm. I see good. You were rather obedient when I told you want to do. At one point in time I thought the only thing I wanted to do in life was being a Diva. Trained with Paul, Shane, Dave, and Orton. Besides that, I grew up being the one that was picked on. I had to learn how to hold my own. Not that you'd actually care about that. Now, release my wrist. The show is over." her words like venom. "Also, tomorrow at six am. We're going to the performance center to get into the ring. This is not an negotiable thing either." her words telling him just how serious she was about it. Yanking her wrist free of his grip. Remi looked up at him a smirk gracing her lips. "If you're a good boy in training tomorrow- I might treat you with ice cream or something." she stated as she side stepped the large man to make her way out of the room.