Wrestle with my Heart
A WWE Fan Fiction Story
Author's Note : I've been wanting to post this story for a while now. It's told through the eyes of my OC Emma. I hope you like it. I always love feedback or suggestoions. Note, I do not own anything or any one affiliated with the WWE!
Chapter 1:
I've been working as a P.A. for the WWE for a year now, but the most exciting thing about what I do is the company that I work for. Everyone gets excited when they hear the company name in my title, but let me tell you, aside from my childhoo best friend Paige who is a Diva, I don't know, or have interactions with the famous athletes. I work behind the scenes. Most of all my interactions are with Hank Marshall my boss, and head of all the P.A.'s. I thought this job was a dream come true since I had always been a huge fan. I got this job at a real low point in my life, so I am really greatful to Hank who has been my mentor, almost like a father figure to me.
Tap... Tap... Tap...
I tapped my pen against my personal notepad, that I wrote my personal checklist for the night, too bad it was a dull slow night. Most nights I sat in a small back office, doing paper work, and running errands for the crew. It wasn't glammourous but in my mind I was working up to something great, and I was working for a company I could believe in.
I sighed, wishing for the hundredth time tonight that anything exciting could happen. I had my feet up on the table as I read over updated information packets on the wrestlers. I was checking to see if they were up to date, and everything was signed. I felt like a monkey could do my job, though according to Hank if a monkey did have my job it would be in charge of very privlidged, and priavte information.
"Emma!" The door opened suddenly, startling me from my day dreaming about certain wrestlers, and there many sexy attributes, in various romantic and scandalous scenarious. I almost forgot I wasn't actually a lone in the building. I quickly sat up seeing my boss, and mentor; Hank Marshall, a balding man with a salt and pepper beard, just as many muscles as these professional athletes, but always a smile on his face.
He folded his arms, and shook his head at me, seeing how comfortable I was sitting, everything with him was professional, and he tried to drill that into all of his P.A's, but stubbornly I keep trying to remain me, and not a mindless robot with no ideas. Truth be told, I want my ideas, and opinions to matter in this business, and espesually in this company. I'm not lazy, I'm actually a very hard working and dedicated person by nature. My job is really all I have. "I just came in here to check up on you, and see how your stack of paper work is comming along."
"Hey Hank" I quickly tried to sit up,and look more organized than I appeared to be. "Everything seems to be in order. There really wasn't a lot to be done tonight." He just watched me shaking his head. Lately I've felt like I should be doing more, but it's like Hank is being too over protective, espesually with me.
"You do plently Em', more than any one here"
"Yes, but Hank Isn't there more I could be doing?"
He shook his head, and just pointed at the stack of forms I had sitting on the table in front of me.
"Just make sure every one of those Superstars, and Diva's signed thier forms, its very important because it needs to be filed before the next show." I gave him a stern look, because he knew I have been asking for more responsibility latley, and not be treated like I was just the youngsest female P.A. He tried to hold his gaze, but I felt him losing it. "Come on don't give me that look darlin'"
"Hank, come on! I've worked under your guidence for a year now. Why am I not more hands on, and get to deal with actual people, and not just behind the scenes crew?"
"I'll take it under consideration" I sighed, feeling defeated, I'll be stuck in the tiny office spaces forever. "Now, I just came in here to see if things were going alright, becasue I'm about to head out for the evening. " He gave a long pause as if he wanted to say more. "...Unless you need me to stay?" I almost laughed, why was it so hard for him to give me some sort of control?
"I promise I am fine. I'm actually almost done here. They are just starting the dark match now, and the stadium is just going to be clearing out. Trust me Hank!" After what seemed like the longest staring match between us, he finally gave in.
"Alright Emma, I'll see ya in a few days for the next event." I couldn't hide the huge grin forming on my lips now. "Were in Boston, ya know?"
"Yes, Hank I know. I am the most organized P.A. you have."
"Yes, and the most humble too" He joked, leaving behind the metal door he came through.
After Hank left, I went back to checking off that all of the forms were signed, and I checked off each wrestler, and diva as I went along. I was impressed that a lot of the guys had really nice hand writting, ya know for being manly men. I laughed a little to my self.
I was trying to drag the night out as much as I could, becasue the only thing waiting for me after I leave work is an empty hotel bed, some complementary soaps, and a full movies channel. My life was on the road with the WWE.
I came to the last form, and I was jsut about to check it off, when I noticed that it was blank, it was not sighned. I quickly looked to see who it was and my heart nearly stopped as I read the name on the form.
Name : Stuart Bennett
Stage name : Wade Barrett
It just happened to be the one superstar I had a huge crush on, and fantasize about meeting daily. I just held his form, starring at it, trying to see if this was real or another scenario I was day dreaming about. What would Hank do? I kept thinking.
Hank would tell me to leave it alone, act professional, and let him handle it. I scoffed, I hated being treated like a new kid. I have been here for a year now, and I should have the same privlidges as all the other P.A.'s. I sighed again, staring at his name. Hank did say it was important that they were all signed, and if I call him wiht a problem, he'll probably never put me in charge again.
"That's it, I'm doing it" I said aloud to myself, mostly fo self confidence so I wouldn't chicken out. "I'm proving to Hank I deserve more responsibility." I grabbed his form, and made my way behind catering to the locker rooms. There by the door stood a security guard,seated at a long white table, with a clip board in front of him. He looked bored, or like he just didn't want to be there. I tried my best to appear professional, and made my way up to the desk.
"Hi" I cleared my throat "Excuse me but could you tell me which locker room is Stuart Bennett's?" The man glared up at me, and stared for a minute before responding.
"This entrance is for staff only" I couldn't believe this guy's reaction, was he serious? I sighed, and tried to give my best glare back at him, pulling out my staff badge I showed it to him.
"I am staff, I work with Hank Marshall, I just need to get Mr. Bennett to sign soemthing." The security guard glanced down at his clip board, with out bothering to look back up at me.
"Door 12" He replied
"Thanks" I carefully walked by him, like he would suddenly change his mind and say ' You shall not pass', but he didn't, I'm sure after that encounter I wasn't even on the man's radar.
I took a deep breath, as I made my way down the long dimly lit hall. As the numbers got higher I started to feel my built up confidence fade. I wasn't going to back down now though. I shook my head as I came to door 12. I stood there for a moment just drinking it in.
"Ok... here we go... Just knock" I raised my hand to knock, but paused, and then dropped it back down. "Knock... ehh... don't knock" I raised my arm as if I was going to knock, and then shook my head, dropping my arm once again. "Come on Em' just do it, he's probably not in there anyway" I was about to raise my arm to attempt to knock again, when I heard soemone clear their throat behind me. I was so startled, I quickly turned around, clenching Stuart Bennett's unsigned forms to my chest.
"Sorry to startle you, I was going to see how long it actually took you to knock, but I do need to get my clothes before they kick us out of the arena." He chuckled, and I felt my face blush, as my heart began to race seeing him standing there before me. I really needed to pull myself together, and say something. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. "Are you always that indecisive?" Oh great, you can only make one first impression, and he thinks I'm a spazy fan girl.
"I... uh..." I shook my head, and held up his release form. "You never signed this" I released my breath I didn't even realize I was holding. He inched closer to me, raising an eyebrow. He was staring at me, or wait... was he checking me out? I started to feel really self conscious, becasue there isn't much to me. I'm only 5'4, light brown hair that came just past my shoulders with bangs that always seemed to be in my face, I didn't dress like a model that he was probably used to seeing, and I sure as hell didn't look like one. I mean I'm not fat by any ones standards but I'm not a size 0 either. I suddenly felt like i should have listened to Hank all those times and work dress clothes, in stead of jeans, and a gray tank top with a black vest over top of it.
My heart was pounding and I needed to get out of my head, and stop feeling so self conscious.
"That's my company release form." He pointed at it.
"Yes, it is"
"Hank ususally deals with that doesn't he?" I nooded
"I work with Hank, he's been training me as a P.A."
"Interesting, how long you been working for the company?"
"It's just going on a year." I felt embarrased admitting that part.
"Hmmm, going on a year, and I've never seen you before?"
"Yea... um... Hank doesn't ususally let me work around the wrestlers." I felt my whole body get warm as he continued to look at me with amusement.
"Hank keeps you locked away from people?" he chuckled.
"No, it's not like that" I took a deep breath, trying to not sound like a complete babbling idiot. "I think Hank is just extra cautious with me because he knows that I am a fan. He doesn't want that affecting my job performance."
He inched closer to me, backing me up against the wall. If i couldn't hear my heart beating before, I sure could now.
"Hmm... That's a shame." I just nodded my head "whats your name?"
"Emma, Emma Cooper" He leaned in to whisper in my ear, with his deep English accent comming out nice an clear.
"It's a pleaseure... to meet you Emma Cooper" I felt goosebumps go all through my body, at the feel of his breath against my ear.
"Why don't you come inside, and I'll sign those release forms for ya." I followed him inside the small room. I was actually suprised how small it was. It looked to be as big as a walk in closet, a small leather couch, and a full length mirror against the back of the door. I guess I alwys assumed the locker rooms would be fanicier, or at least look like a traditional locker room.
Stuart Bennett noticed me looking around the room.
"What, not what you expected?" He asked grinning at me again.
"Excuse me?"
"The room? Were you picturing soemthing different?"
"Yea, I always pictured it being bigger" I realized waht I had just said, and how it could have sounded. "Err... I mean the room, I always pictured you... err all the wrestlers haveing a bigger space. I don't picture you in anything... I mean" I sighned wanting to just sink into the ground. I was really putting my foot in it. So much for professional, I sounded like a love sick fan girl.
"Relax Emma Cooper" He winked at me, and turned to reach into his black duffle bag sitting on the couch. He pulled out a navy blue tee shirt, and set it aside, slowly taking the black one he wore in the ring off. Wow, I couldn't take me eyes off of him. HIs perfectly toned chest, it looked like he was sculped by the gods. I needed to focus at the task at hand.
"Look... Mr. Bennett..." He looked over at me smirking.
"Please, Emma call me Stu. Mr. Bennett is so stuffy and formal, and we both know you're basically undressing me with your eyes right now."
"What!" He walked closer, and I backed up more. What was he doing? Why was he messing with me? "I..."
"It's ok, you can look if you want, but just so you know, I'm going to be changing my pants next, and you're about as red as a tomato." I couldn't find the words to say anything. I'm pretty sure, professional went out the window by now. I quickly turned around, and shut my eyes. I was so embarrased right now, but all I saw when i shut my lids were visions of Stu Benett getting completly undressed, and taking me in his arms...
"You can turn around now" My day dream was interupted. I took a deep breath, and once I was sure I could be professional and get his form signed, I turned around.
"Mr. Bennett..."
"Stu." He urged
"Stu." I tried not to smile, using his first name. "I'm sorry to hae bothered you, but..." He interupted me again.
"You didn't bother me"
"Well... good" I cleared my throat. "Listen..."
"I'm listening" He inched closer, and I backed up more, this time hitting the wall.
"Will you stop that!" He smirked
"Stop what?" I swallowed the lump in my throat, damn his cologne, or was that deodorant smelled really good. Oh crap, focus, I scoulded myself.
"Interupting me!" I stared him down, but I found myself wanting to smile a how charming he was being, but I bit my lip trying to fight it.
"Hmmm..." He stroked his well groomed beard.
"What?"
"Do I make you nervous?" I felt a shiver run down my spine.
"No... I just." I shook my head. "Could you please just sign the papers?" He looked down at my shaking hand with his realease papers, and held out his hand for me to give them over to him. I was suprised at first, but I handed them over. The room went really silent. All I could hear was the sound of his pen scratching the paper as he signed his name.
"There you are Emma Cooper" I carefully took them from him, not knowing if it was a trick, but he gave them over to me with out a problem.
"Thank you" I stared into his eyes, almost not wanting to leave.
"You know, you sure don't act like any P.A. I've ever met." I nodded.
"I guess that's why Hank has me do paper work, I'm awkward." He raised an eyebrow at me.
"I wouldn't say that" I slowly walked toward the door. "Wait, Emma" I stopped holding the door open, I turned my head to look back over my shoulder at him. "I really was a pleasure to meet you. I hope Hank doesn't keep you cooped up in that office any more." I nodded, trying not to smile.
"Goodnight Stu Bennett."
"Goodnight Emma Cooper"
I fast walked all the way back to gather my things, and leave the signed release forms for Hank to get to. I could not believe I just did that. I have a feeling from here on out things are going to change around here.