My name is David Harper. This is my story, of how I tried to cement my name in wrestling history.
A/N I own nothing, except David Harper. I am using the NXT Roster of 2015 :) Please read, review and enjoy!
12 January, 2014
Making it Big
Chapter 1 - The WWE Wrestling University
I am originally from Upper Hutt, New Zealand, but I moved to Atlanta, Georgia when I was 4. 15 years later, I moved to the newly opened WWE Wrestling University in Orlando, Florida to pursue my dream to become a WWE Superstar. Of course, you'll probably want to hear about that. So, hear it is...
WWE WRESTLING UNIVERSITY
"Name please." Said the glum looking receptionist at the WWE Wrestling University.
"David Harper." I replied.
"OK, your name's here. Here's your room key," She handed me a rectangular card with the WWE Logo on it "Swipe it to get in. Your room is 4C, Level 4. Your roommates'll give you a tour of the place when you meet them."
"Thanks." I said, as I pushed open the doors, revealing a large room filled with rings and equipment. Bill DeMott was talking to a group of older people (In their 20s, I guessed) about selling their moves better. I walked over to the far side, where an elevator was waiting to take me up. I jumped in excitedly, pressed the button that had the big '4' printed on it, and felt myself being carried up. When the doors parted, I saw a long corridor with doors on either side.
"4A, 4C." I muttered to myself. Swiping the key card in the lock, someone stormed behind me, followed by someone else.
"Why can't you have a good match, Harry?" The first person shouted.
"I was the one carrying you, Ricky!" Harry shouted back.
"Oh, please," Ricky yelled. "Your attempt at the Red Arrow failed. You almost broke you neck, for gods sake!"
"Just, go!" Harry said, opening his door.
"What happened?" I asked cautiously.
"We were wrestling for Mr DeMott, when he tried the Red Arrow and almost killed himself." Ricky told me.
"Sounds rough." I replied.
"Are you going into 4C?" He asked me.
"Yeah, why?" I asked Ricky.
"That's my room," He told me. "You must be David Harper, the new guy."
"I know my way around the ring." I convinced him.
"How about a practice match. Tonight, you and me at 6:30." He said.
"Sure," I replied. "See you then."
6:30: Practice Match vs Ricky
"You sure about this." Ricky asked me.
"Of course." I replied. Our fellow roommate, Alexander (everyone calls him Alex) was acting as referee for our match.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Ricky and I locked up. He won, and got me in a headlock. I threw him off me and into the ropes. He rebounded and I hit him with a hard shoulder block.
"Come on, Harper, what are you going to do next?" A voice shouted at me. I whipped my head around to see Bill DeMott at ringside. Using the distraction to his advantage, Ricky pulled me into a leverage pin.
"1! 2!" Alex said, but I kicked out.
"Don't let me distract you!" DeMott shouted. I got up and started throwing hard punches at Ricky's mid-section. He doubled over in pain. Using this to my advantage, I performed a springboard bulldog and slammed him into the mat.
"Good job, Harper!" DeMott yelled. "Now perform your finisher and cover him!" I jumped onto the top rope, using a move I had perfected in my makeshift ring in Atlanta. A corkscrew moonsault, similar to Seth Rollins' Phoenix Splash (A/N to fix anything that you might have thought, like 'Seth Rollins didn't use the Phoenix Splash until Royal Rumble 2015 (I think), this story is written from David's perspective after his time at the WWE Wrestling University).
"Excellent execution, Harper, now pin him!" DeMott screamed. I did just that, and went for the pin.
"1! 2! 3!" Alex said. "Ring the bell!"
Ding! Ding! Ding!
"Not bad, you two. Smith, pretty good selling. Just work on your offense a bit more tomorrow with Michael." DeMott said to Ricky.
"You got it, Mr DeMott." Ricky replied.
"As for you, Harper, make sure you let your opponent get in some more offense. You had the driver's seat for too much of the match."
"In his defence," Alex piped up. "It was his first match."
"That's right, Johnson, but there are no excuses in the WWE." DeMott told Alex.
"I'll work on it, Mr DeMott." I said.
"Good. Now go have some dinner. Lessons start tomorrow at 8:00am. Check your timetable, Harper, for more information. Now, go!"
In The Cafeteria
"So are there any, like, bullies here?" I asked. High School wasn't that great a time.
"No," Ricky said. "Someone insulted me when Undertaker was giving a lesson on Selling Offense. He made him stand in the middle of the ring and take a Tombstone!"
"Wicked!" I replied enthusiastically.
"Yeah, it was pretty cool." Ricky said. As he was talking, a group of girls sat down (A/N can you guess what happens next?) at our table, they all looked stunning.
"Um... hi?" I said, dumbfounded (THIS IS EXTREMELY EMBARRASSING ON MY PART)
"Hi isn't a question." One of them said.
"He's new, Ava." Alex said.
"Oh, he's the Harper guy, right?" Another one of them said.
"Um... yeah... that's me." I said, blushing.
"I've seen your Youtube channel. Your in-ring ability is amazing," The same on said. "I'm Emily."
"Nice to meet you, Emily." I replied politely.
"I'm new here too. These girls are my roommates. Grace," She pointed to the one that hadn't said anything yet, "and this is Ava, the smart one."
"Nice to meet you, is it, David?" Grace said.
"Yes." I answered.
"ALRIGHT," someone said up the front. I glanced over, and saw Mick Foley standing there.
"Holy Jesus (A/N No offense to any religion intended. That goes for all things that I may say like that)." I whispered.
"You need an early night, tonight. I have a big announcement when you get up. You need to be in the gym at 7:30 sharp! Now, goodnight future WWE Superstars!" Mick Foley said.
Hello people! If anyone reading this knows who 98Welshman is (If you do please read his story), I got my inspiration for this story from him. It won't be exactly the same, but... actually, scratch that. It will be different from his story. So... yeah! Enjoy my story. Please Review but DO NOT BE MEAN! Cyberbullying sucks worse than Justin Bieber (Ha! Take that Bieberlievers!)
