The Intern

A/N: I wanted to try something different since pretty much everybody does a wrestling story with usually a wife or husband of a superstar or diva or a wrestler themselves, I've decided to do a story based on a intern in the WWE. I hope you guys like it and feel free to drop a review, a follow, or perhaps a favorite.

(REBOOTED 6/28/15. This story was doing well then I just fell behind on updating and when I did nothing really happened but I'm gonna try and give this another shot.)

RAW

5-26-14

Brandon Caravella looked around the backstage in amazement. He had always been a fan of the WWE but not once did he ever think he would be able to be a Intern for them, even though he's not getting paid and it's only for the summer he was okay with it. Basically it's his job to help out anyway it can whether it be helping get stuff organized, setting up the ring or even setting up backstage which right now he was to suppose be helping setup the catering table as the food had just been delivered to the arena. He ran his hands through his messy surfer like blonde hair as he was still in somewhat shock at just how live it was backstage there was a lot of energy to be felt. Standing at just 6 feet tall he has a rather lean build as he use to be a placekicker and a soccer player in high school.

"Brandon over here." Michael, one of the crew workers motioned for him to come over. Michael is Brandon's superior for the time that he's in the WWE. If he does well then Michael will give him a recommendation as a future employee for hire, if Brandon screws up and Michael logs that in a daily report then Brandon could be taken off the internship. Brandon headed over to where Michael was and grabbed one end of the table as Michael grabbed the other and they lifted it up as other workers came and fixed the legs so the table stood upright and food could be placed on it.

"Okay now that that's set up we'll need to go get the food from the delivery trucks and put it on a trolley and then haul it over here and set it on the table." Michael said as Brandon followed him down the arena hall. They passed various superstars and divas that Michael knew as he was a well liked person backstage. Once they made it to the delivery truck Brandon got the pizza boxes and set them on the bottom rack as Michael got the heavier food and set it on top with drinks, various condiments and sweeteners going on the middle rack. Once that was done Brandon helped Michael push the cart back to the catering table which now had a cloth over it.

"Hey Brandon keep doing a good job, I'll be back in a few minutes I'm gonna run to the bathroom, remember the heavier foods go in the middle as pizza gets stacked on the left, drinks on the right and the condiments and sweeteners get stacked on the remaining empty space of the table." And with that Michael ran off down the hall to the bathroom as Brandon got busy setting up the catering table. He started with the heavier food making sure to set it down gently on the table and then went to the bottom rack as he stacked the pizzas on the table and then separating them into pepperoni and cheese pizza piles.

"Finally catering got here I'm starved." Brandon recognized that voice as the WWE Divas Champion Paige. She walked up to the table and set her title down in a nearby chair and waited for Brandon to finish getting catering setup.

"Sorry I won't be much longer." Brandon said as he finished setting the last of the drinks, focusing now on the condiments.

"It's not a problem, it's actually my fault I skipped lunch." Paige replied as she moved past Brandon and grabbed one of the sandwiches from the tray. With the last of the condiments and sweeteners setup he looked at the catering table for a second before moving out of Paige's way. He pushed the trolley to the side of the table and wiped his hands on his pants. Taking a seat in a nearby chair he pulled out his phone and checked Facebook and Twitter for any updates.

"So you new here?" He wasn't expecting Paige to actually talk to him so he was surprised when she did.

"Excuse me?" Brandon said.

"I asked if you were new here?" Paige replied. Brandon stood up and put his phone away

"Oh no, I'm just an intern for the summer until college starts back up at the end of August, my names Brandon." He put his hands in his pockets. Seeming satisfied with the answer and with her curiosity getting the better of her she turned her attention towards Brandon.

"So what college do you go to." She asked while taking a bite out of the ham and cheese sandwich.

"The University of Virginia, I'm double majoring in Creative Writing and Music Composition." Brandon replied "This fall I'll start my Senior year so I'm kind of excited about that."

"Forgive me, I've never told you my name so in case you don't know I'm Paige, the Divas Champion." Paige said as she finished the last of her sandwich "So how long will you be working for the company?"

"Just until August so from now until probably August 15." Brandon replied "I'll be following you guys to every Raw, Smackdown and PPV event, while I go unpaid I get taken care of with a free hotel room, free plane ticket, and free food so I'm not complaining."

Brandon looked down the hall as he saw Michael coming back out of the corner of his eye though what he didn't see was Paige smile at what he said about how long he was staying with the company.

"Well I'm sure I'll see you around, I've got to get ready for tonight." Paige said as she headed down the opposite direction of the hall.

"Later Paige." Brandon said as he turned his attention to Michael who had a smile on his face.

"You sly dog you, you've gotten the Anti-Diva to smile." Michael chuckled though Brandon had no idea what he was talking about.

"What are you talking about?" Michael seemed surprised to hear this as he shook his head "You didn't see her smile? that girl rarely smiles at anyone or anything besides that bubble girl Emma, their like best friends or something." Michael replied.

The two of them headed down the hall where more crew workers were waiting for them to help stack some empty crates on top of one another to help make room in the hallway. As they helped the workers stack the crates, Brandon learned that Michael had been with the company for many years since he was 23 and now at 50 he can say he's successfully earned a living in the company as a non-wrestler. Within the next few minutes the crates were stacked though Michael was clutching his chest and breathing heavy. Brandon walked over and asked if he was alright only to get a simple nod of the head.

"It's just my lungs don't work like they use to." Michael said as he straightened himself out. Brandon leaned up against the wall and Michael got a good look at him only to let out a chuckle

"Boy if you cut that moppy hair of yours short and maybe do something with it you'd look like a young Leonardo DiCaprio, except for the fact that you have green eyes and he has blue, my wife was a huge fan of his movies."

"I'll take that as a compliment Michael, thank you." Brandon laughed. Michael scratched his beard as he ran his hands through his short graying black hair

"Now that we have nothing to do we just sit around until we get called for something or someone, so you mind telling me about yourself?" Michael said as he pulled up two chairs for the both of them. Brandon told him his whole life story about how he never had a good relationship with his father and always preferred his mother who encouraged him to do whatever he wanted to do as she believed in him though his father didn't want anything to do with him. Michael also talked about his family life how his wife died in a car crash 3 years ago and that strained the relationship of him and his daughter Lacy who's 25 and married with a family.

Michael and his daughter never had a good relationship though they loved one another, they never truly had a connection like a mother and daughter or in this case father and daughter as Michael had wanted a son though his wife only wanted one child and he obeyed her wishes and when she died he took up drinking to deal with his emotional problems. The two of them sat there and talked for a few hours until it was time for Raw to begin and Michael looked at his watched and smiled as he looked up at Brandon.

"The greatest spectacle on earth is about to begin are you ready for this kid?". Brandon nodded his head

"I guess so, I've never been backstage when the show begins, hell I'm lucky enough to have gotten this internship out of a thousand other applicants, I think I got lucky." Michael shook his head and chuckled

"No kid, I don't believe in luck but I believe in Destiny, and I believe your destiny is with this company."

A/N: So that was the first chapter what do you guys think?