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As I strolled into the hotel bar, I could feel eyes staring at me. It didn't really bother me, I was used to being stared at when I got into the ring. I shrugged it off and took a seat at an empty bar stool.
"What can I get ya?" The handsome bartended questioned.
"A scotch on the rocks." He nodded and prepared my drink.
"Here ya go." He slid my drink across the counter and skeptically put a glass of water next to it. "Just in case…it's a strong drink."
"Honey, you may need a glass of water to drink scotch, but I don't. I'm no wuss and that glass will be as full as it is now when I leave" I took a long swig out of my glass.
"Whatever you say, Miss." His cheeks reddened with embarrassment. He quickly walked away. I pulled a book out of my purse. Fittingly it was called The Art Of War. I sat contently reading as the hustle and bustle of the bar around me happened.
"Another round?" The bartender asked surprised.
"You know it honey," I said with a little attitude.
He got me my drink rather quickly. Clearly he wanted to avoid excessive interaction with me. Some people couldn't handle me. I'm a little rough around the edges. I had a hard exterior, not a lot of people really got to know me. It wasn't a surprise when somebody, like the bartender, didn't particularly like me.
Instead of returning to my book, I decided to take a peak at my surroundings. The number of people in the bar at least doubled since I'd entered the bar. I tossed my long blonde hair over my shoulder flirtatiously. A table of four gentleman sat in the corner. They were clearly drunk already. They attempted to wave me over. I ignored it. I turned back to my drink. My mind began to wander. I couldn't help but think of how I got here. It happened almost a month ago.
"Mr. McMahon will see you now," The perky receptionist chirped.
"Thank you," I politely returned. I adjusted my outfit and walked through his office doorway.
"Nicolette! Good to see you!" Vince said enthusiastically. He stuck out his hand.
"Good to see you again, Vince." I shook his hand firmly.
"I want to thank you for coming to meet with me on such short notice."
"The pleasure is all mine. What did you want to discuss?"
"Among the higher ups in the wrestling world, it's no secret that your contract with TNA expires next week. It's also not a secret that you and TNA are deciding to part ways and therefore, you'll be without a contract."
"Oh you mean how they are ousting me for being 'too unruly'?" I said referring to the wording they used when they decided to yank me off the aired programs.
"That's exactly what I mean. Personally, I think a little spunk and innovation in a wrestler is a good thing. I know we don't have the most appealing Diva division right now but we want to change that. The WWE needs a diva with attitude and personality. We can give you lots of opportunities and exposure to a lot more fans. You are a talented wrestler and we'd hate to miss out on an opportunity to have you as a part of our wrestling family," I nodded intently.
"So you want me to sign on with the WWE?"
"Absolutely. Of course we would love to sign you as soon as possible. Just say the word and I will have a contract drawn up and we can talk numbers here."
"It's a very tempting offer, Vince.
"Then don't resist it. It's tempting because you want it and the WWE sure as hell wants you."
"Why would I want to sign to a company with only three decent female wrestlers to compete with?
"What could I do to get you to sign?" I sat thinking for a little.
"Let me wrestle the men to," I said bluntly. His eyes grew wide.
"It's a jungle out there Nicolette. You come at those guys you are bound to get hurt. I know how you get!"
"I can take most of those guys, Vince."
"I know but you have a tendency to get into peoples faces and some of the guys might not take too kindly to that."
"Well they can kiss my tan ass." He laughed.
"Damn it Nicolette. I forget how much of a firecracker you are."
"It's one of my best qualities. Just think how much I could shake things up if I was on contract."
"You know what, if that's what it'll take to sign you, sure. I'll let you wrestle both genders."
"Okay, I'll think about it."
"You only think about it? I just gave you what you wanted."
"I just don't know if it's a good idea."
"Oh…its HIM isn't it?"
"Well I haven't exactly told him I was definitely being released from TNA and I sure as hell haven't told him I was meeting with you." He laughed.
"To hell with him. He'll love you being on the road with him. Don't let him stop you from a great opportunity." This time I laughed.
"You know what, I'll fucking sign with you guys. What the hell!"
"Atta girl!" He held out his hand again. I shook it. "You are a smart woman, Nicolette. I'll have them draw up a contract and as soon as your TNA one expires, we'll have you come sign with us."
"Sounds perfect." Nice doing business with you, Vince." I smiled at him before I turned and walked out of his office.
"Another round?" The bartender asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked at my glass.
"Yeah…yeah, I guess so." I sipped on my fresh drink and did some more people watching.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a tan, tattooed man, he was slowly approaching the bar. I instantly recognized him from the WWE. He took a seat at the stool next to me, luckily not recognizing me from TNA. The bartender approached him.
"What can I get you sir?" The bartender asked.
"I don't know." He looked over at me. "What are you drinking?"
"Scotch on the rocks." He smiled and looked back at the bartender.
"I'll have what she's having." The bartender poured him his drink. He took a sip. "I know I don't know you and this seems a little strange, but I have to say I'm a little impressed by you."
"Oh really? Why is that?" I said challengingly. I didn't want to let on that I knew who he was.
"Well you are drinking scotch straight and you are reading The Art of War. It's not often that I run into a woman who is well read and can drink straight scotch." I smiled.
"Well obviously you aren't looking for the right kind of women, honey."
"Apparently not," He said with a chuckle.
"Women are like alcohol. You don't realize how bad the shitty ones are until you've tasted the alcohol that's top shelf. After that you can't forget how smooth it goes down and you can't go back to drinking the horrid ones." He smiled.
"You're probably right."
"So what brings you here?" I asked, knowing the answer but trying to feign not knowing who he was.
"Traveling for work. I travel most of the year. What brought you here?"
"Oh, I'm just in town visiting." I said vaguely.
"And they would just let a woman like you all by yourself."
"Well, I'm a woman who doesn't need to be taken care of," I shot back with a smug grin.
"You really are something you know that?"
"I do," I said with a huge smile.
"No, seriously, you aren't like other women. It's a little refreshing to see a woman who doesn't rely on being taken care of."
"I take pride in that," I said saucily.
"As you should."
"So why are you in a bar by yourself?" I asked playfully.
"Well I'm supposed to meet some of my co-workers here, but I guess they are just taking longer checking in to the hotel than I thought."
"Oh, that's a shame."
"It turned out alright since I got to talk to you."
"Aren't you sweet. I'm sure you'd be much better off drinking with your co-workers."
"I doubt that. But I guess when you are meeting for drinks with a Brit and an Irishman, you're bound to be waiting around for awhile." I laughed.
"That sounds like premise for a terrible joke."
"I never thought about it but it really does."
"Well nonetheless it sounds like you are in for a fascinating evening."
"I always am with those two." He pulled out his phone and read the screen. "Looks like my friends will be here in a few minutes."
"Well on that note…"I looked down at my phone. "I probably should be going."
I knew I needed to get out of the bar and back to my room before his friends showed up. I couldn't risk one of the superstars recognizing me and blowing my cover before I made my big appearance. I liked to make an entrance and I didn't want anybody to ruin it.
"Come on! Stay for another drink."
"Tempting…. but I should really go." It really was tempting. I was having a good time but I knew what I needed to do.
"I don't even know your name! Just give me your number, I would love to see you again." I shook my head.
"You don't need to. You not knowing my name leaves a little mystery to this encounter. Don't you think? But It really was nice talking to you." I tossed some money onto the counter.
"Wait, just tell me your name…. my name is Randy." He stuck out his hand. I shook it. He lightly kept holding my hand and used it to pull me slightly to him and keep me close.
"Nice talking to you Randy."
"and your name is…?" He said hopefully, still not letting go.
"Going to remain a mystery," I whispered softly next to his ear. It sent a shiver down his spine.
I withdrew my hand softly and began to walk away. I turned and looked at him for a second. His piercing blue eyes held an expression of complete disappointment. I felt terrible leaving him hanging. He'd know who I was soon enough and he didn't even know it. I winked at him and left.
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