Say It To My Face Chapter 1: Meeting Selene, a wrestling fanfic

Since I first saw him on NXT, I've always been a huge fan of Alex Riley. With that being said, this is my newest venture for the one and only Alex Riley. I hope you all enjoy. : )
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC and idea. All others mentioned belong to their rightful owners and the WWE.
Side Note: My OC competed in the 2007 Diva Search but didn't win. This chapter is set a year after that, in 2008, when Miz calls her to tell her Mr. McMahon wants her to sign a contract for the WWE. Oh, and Miz calls Selene by her middle name which is Alex. Carry on. : )

Say It To My Face

My life so far has been pretty awesome. I graduated top of my class in high school and college. I won countless gymnastics competitions, regional, national and global. I had this awesome job as a graphic designer for a magazine. It was all great but there was still something missing, something that I've always wanted to be in my life. That dream, was to be a wrestler working for the WWE. Most parents wouldn't be happy to hear that their daughter wanted to be a wrestler, with all the ring attire being borderline swimwear, but my parents actually wanted me to follow my dreams. That was exactly what I did. I heard about the WWE's Diva Search and I thought it would be the perfect in for me. Well, that was until I lost to a girl named Eve Torres. The funny thing was, I didn't need to win in order to get a shot at my dream career.

My phone rang at about ten in the morning...on my day off. I groaned, not wanting to answer it but the stupid thing kept ringing. I pushed the covers off of me, sulked to my phone and answered it. "Hello?"

"Morning to you too, sunshine."

"Mike, you know it's my day off and yet you still call me early in the morning."

"Early? It's freaking ten o'clock, Alex."

"Whatever. What is so important that you need to call me on my day off?"

"I talked to Vince for you." Well that certainly perked me up.

"Really? What did he say?"

"He wants you to come in for a contract signing." I screamed through the phone, probably blowing out Mike's eardrum. "Ahh! Warn a guy, will ya? I think I'm tone deaf."

"I'm getting a contract, Mike. Excuse me if I'm just a lot excited."

"Don't get overly excited. He only wants to start you as a manager. As time goes on, he'll give you some ring time and determine whether or not you're really worth keeping."

"I don't care what I'd get signed as, Mike. I just want to be in the WWE."

"That is the whole reason you got the contract, Alex. You determination really touched Vince, in a totally non-creepy sort of way." I laughed. "Do you think you can fly to Atlanta next week?"

"I can totally do that, Mike. I already told my boss that I may need to give my two weeks notice soon so he's not too worried."

"I thought your boss loved you."

"He does."

"You also said that he called you the best in the business and that he would never give you up."

"Right again, Mike, but you didn't let me finish."

"Well, finish it."

"He said that if he can't find anyone decent enough, he will keep me on the payroll and I can just send the work I have to by mail."

"How long do you think he'll keep his search up to replace you?"

"I give it a week." Mike laughed. "Oh my gosh, I'm so excited. You have no idea, Mike."

"I still hear ringing in my ear, Alex. I think I have somewhat of an idea."

"Oh shut up."

"You love me and my big mouth, Alex, just face it."

"I do and I should be committed for it."

"Hey!" I heard talking in the background and knew that Mike would have to hang up soon. "Well, I gotta go. It's time to take off. I'll see you in a week, Alex."

"Alright. Bye, Mike."

"See ya." I hung up my phone and did a little dance in the middle of my room. I didn't expect for today to be completely awesome. Now I just had to figure out how I was going to contain myself for a whole week.

-FIN-

That's it for this one. I know, there wasn't any Alex Riley but just give it some time. He will show up, have no fear. I hope you all enjoyed it. Next one will be out soon.