Drunk On You Chapter 1: Getting The Contract, a wrestling fanfic

Against my better judgement, I'm starting another wrestling adventure. This time, it's featuring a commentator and not a wrestler. Yes, I'm talking about Matt Striker. For those of you who were thinking Michael Cole, shame on you. This is my first attempt at a non-wrestler story so I apologize if it isn't up to par with my other adventures.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC and idea. All others mentioned belong to their respective owners.

Drunk On You

It's one thing to watch the WWE on your television at home; it's another thing completely to actually enter the business itself. For years, I've watched the WWE shows and wished that I was in that ring. I consider myself lucky to have grown up in the south where wrestling was a pretty big deal and I was extremely lucky to have met Allen Jones, aka AJ Styles. I had told him about my dream to be in a WWE ring and he agreed to teach me everything he knows. Naturally, he was disappointed I wouldn't be joining him in TNA but he helped me nonetheless. About two years after I graduated from college, I met yet another WWE superstar: Zack Ryder. He was doing a house show down in Alabama and we ran into each other on the way out of the doors. We grabbed a drink and after I had told him about my dream, he offered to help me into the WWE. Naturally, I was ecstatic...apparently so much so that I slept with him that night. The morning after I had apologized profusely, saying that what had happened was not something I usually would do and thankfully, he believed me and we became friends after that. Six months after that incident Zack, or Matt as I would come to call him, called me to let me know that Vince had agreed to give me a shot at a contract. After screaming Matt's ear off for five minutes, he was finally able to tell me the details about my contract. I was going to meet Vince at the next WWE show in Alabama and we would discuss the details at that time. I patiently waited for the next WWE show in Alabama, well I use the word patiently lightly because I could not sit still at all. The day finally arrived and I bought myself tickets to the WWE show. As usual, Raw was great and five minutes before the show ended, someone in a suit came up next to me and handed me a piece of paper from Mr. McMahon. I stood up a few minutes before the end of the show and headed backstage. After almost getting into a fist fight with some security, I made my way to Mr. McMahon's office. I knocked a few times and waited until I heard a very distinctive voice say 'come in'. I nervously opened the door and I could feel my heart rate quicken as I walked into Mr. McMahon's office, something I had been waiting to do for a long time.

"Please, have a seat." I nodded and sat down in a chair across from Mr. McMahon. "I've heard from Mr. Cardona that you are very interested in becoming part of the WWE."

"That's right, sir."

"Are you willing to go through all the hoops, so to speak, of becoming a WWE superstar? I can guarantee it won't be easy."

"Nothing in my life has been easy, sir." Mr. McMahon laughed slightly and I relaxed a little bit.

"Fair enough." He pulled a piece of paper out of his desk and pushed it in front of me along with a pen. "I don't do this very often but I've heard nothing but great things from Mr. Cardona and as annoying as his character is, the real Mr. Cardona is nothing but sincere and genuine. The decision is yours." I wasted no time in grabbing the pen and signing the paper, earning a chuckle from Mr. McMahon. "I've also heard that you have wrestled a little bit."

"I have but it wasn't as mainstream as the WWE...sir."

"How was your record?"

"I believe I only lost twice. A few of them were chair matches so I'm a little fuzzy on the details, sir."

"Very impressive. Well, I have other matters to attend to so I will have someone contact you when we can work in an angle for you." We both stood up and shook hands.

"Thank you very much, Mr. McMahon." He just nodded and I left his office, not paying attention to where I was going and running into someone. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" I helped whoever it was I knocked over and to my surprise, it was Matt Striker.

"I'm fine, thank you. I don't believe I've seen you around here before."

"You haven't. I actually just signed a contract with Mr. McMahon a minute ago. I'm Emily."

"Do you have a last name, Emily, or are you going with the whole Madonna thing?" I laughed; he was definitely sharp, that's for sure.

"It's Montana, Mr. Kaye."

"Ah, I see you do your research."

"Oh, so being a fan of yours had nothing to do with it?" Two can play at this game, Kaye.

"Fair enough. I was about to head out for a drink. I hope I'm not too forward by asking if you'd like to join me." I just smirked and turned on my Southern charm, and my Southern accent.

"Not too forward at all."

-FIN-

Well that was less painful than I had anticipated. I hope ya'll enjoyed it. Next chapter will be out soon. Reviews are appreciated : )