Okay, well, this is my first wrestling fic EVER and I need your guys' opinion. It was written in collaboration with SynystressGates and I know she'll appreciate reviews just as much as me! Review, please! ~AnnaMichelle
I S-I-N, I S-I-N.
I sat in the hotel lobby, talking quietly with Kofi as other wrestlers piled into the hotel, checking in. It was weird that we were such good friends when we were champions together, and now we were against each other in a Money in the Bank Ladder Match. Well, maybe not that weird.
"Hey, Punk, I gotta go." He said after we spotted his girlfriend. He walked over and gave her a kiss before grabbing his bag and heading toward the elevator.
"Great, now I'm alone and bored again." I muttered to myself.
"What, Punk? You can't just go back to your room?" I turned around and saw a girl with her black hair pulled tight into a ponytail, wearing black jeans and a Killswitch Engage sweatshirt. Ironic I thought. Her back was turned to me, I couldn't see her face.
"Are you a fan? I know most people here, and you're not on the list." I said, referring to her knowing of my name.
"Aha. Key word there: most. Not all." She turned around and leaned against the table she was standing next to. She was wearing heavy black makeup and had snake bites, a hoop in her right nostril, and two bars in her left eyebrow. Not to mention, she was hot.
"So, I'm guessing by the fact that you're not attacking me, asking for an autograph, but are pointing out formalities in my sentences, you're not a fan." I smirked.
"You're correct. Sadly, you win nothing but an introduction. I'm Madina Taylor. I just signed a contract with my friend, Ali, and will be debuting on Raw tomorrow." She smiled at me, taking a sip of the Wired she was holding.
"Oh. Well, good luck. Happy to have a new addition to the roster, Madina." I got up and shook her hand.
"Madi, please. Only my dad calls me Madina anymore." She said.
"Well, welcome to Raw, Madi." She chuckled at me.
Suddenly, another girl came over and jumped onto Madina's back. "Carry me to my room, dammit!"
"No! You have legs, Allison." Madina helped the girl stand up by herself. She was obviously drunk. "Please, excuse me. I must take the wasted tag-team partner to her room."
"CM Punk and Madi sittin' in a tree," she continued to sing indistinctly as Madina helped her to the elevator.
"Wow, you are hammered, hon." She muttered.
I chuckled as the elevator doors closed. "And that's why I don't drink."
I S-I-N, I S-I-N.
What do you think? Should I continue? I'm also helping Jess out with a Miz/OC/Morrison fic that you guys might like:) Review! ~AnnaMichelle