AN:/ So. This is slightly new for me. I haven't wrote in a long time. And on top of that I've never wrote a wrestling fanfic before. So if it sucks, tell me what I need to fix in the reviews. Thanks.
I sat fidgeting with the ends of my brunette hair, trying to forget who sat at the other side of the door in front of me. Stephanie McMahon. Or Levesque. Whichever she preferred.
To say I was nervous as hell would be an understatement. To meet someone who was part of the WWE franchise or to just be at the headquarters blew my mind. I wasn't here to just tour or whatever though. Stephanie McMahon had actually called to schedule an appointment with me. Whatever for I had no idea. I was just your normal girl. There's nothing special about me.
I guess I did have inkling about what the meeting could be about. I was a photographer and I could only guess that Stephanie needed someone to capture some pictures at a show.
"Eleanor Jensen."
Before I could even give it a second thought Stephanie's assistant called me into her office. The whole thing was very intimidating. Never in my life had anyone ever had to escort me into a meeting.
When I crossed the threshold of the office my breath got caught in my throat. There was Stephanie McMahon in the flesh. Jesus Christ she was even more perfect in person. She had always been a woman that I wished to look like.
Once I finally managed to get my breathing under control I took a seat in the leather chair in front of Stephanie's desk. I tried to hold back a blush as the chair made a farting sound from my sudden weight.
Stephanie laughs softly at me. I shake off the embarrassment and put a smile on my face.
Reaching her hand out for me to shake Stephanie introduces herself and I have to refrain for telling her it's not necessary.
"Miss Jensen-"she starts.
"Please call me Eleanor. Better yet, call me Elle." I say with a smile. I hoped I wasn't coming off the wrong way to her.
"Alright, Elle." She says with a smile that matches my own.
"You're probably wondering why I wanted to schedule a meeting with you or how I even discovered you."
I nod.
"Well, WWE had a very important member of the staff walk away recently, not a superstar of course. But someone equally important."
I stare back at her confused. Where is she going with this?
"It was a photographer."
Knew it. It was probably just a photographer for one of the minor events. I knew it wouldn't be anything too big or exciting.
"Now this photographer, Elle, was more than a photographer for a minor event."
She continues and I can hear the panic in her voice.
"This photographer was in charge of capturing the pictures for the July Issue of the WWE magazine. But this wasn't just a cover page. No. This was a cover plus an 8 page spread! And the asshole just up and quits!" The edge I can hear in her voice is slightly scary.
"So now the magazine is without a photographer for the front page and the main article! But that is where you come in Elle." She says with the smallest of smiles playing on her lips.
"What do you mean?" I ask. She couldn't possibly want me to take over the job, could she? The only time I've ever done professional shootings is at weddings for friends of friends.
"I would like you to take over the job."
My jaw hits the floor and my eyes grow wide as saucers.
"Me? But…I….I couldn't possibly" I stutter.
"But you could. I've seen your work. It's brilliant. It tells the story. You really have a gift Elle." She says brightly.
The only work I have is wedding shots. Shit, I don't even have a business card.
I continue to stare at her speechlessly.
"The article will focus on the lives of three superstars outside and inside of the ring. The assignment will last a little over a month. Well, you following them around will last that long. I assume you'll need a little more time to edit the pictures or whatever it is you do. And of course the WWE will pay for all travel expenses. You will also have to do a photo shoot for the cover page but I don't imagine that to be too hard."
I continue to stare at her. Was she kidding?
"What do you say?"
"Yes." I said without a moment's hesitation. Of course I was wary. But what was holding me back? No boyfriend, hardly any family, and I was self-employed. Maybe now my photographer career could finally take off.
"Really? I can't wait to see what you can do." She says with a beaming smile.
"Now, you'll be working with The Shield."
I laugh nervously. Being a fan myself, I was aware of how intimidating The Shield were on television. Not to say they weren't lovely men in person.
Noticing my reaction Stephanie asks "Is that a problem?"
"Not at all" I say quickly.
"Great. Now tonight, you, me, the three members of The Shield, and Paul will meet for dinner."
"Paul?" I asked confused. As in Heyman?
"Heyman. The Shield are secretly his clients."
"Makes sense. Considering they would always help Punk in some way."
"Smart girl!" She laughs "Now here's my number. I'll text you the extra details, okay?"
"Sure." I say nodding. "But if you don't mind me asking, how did you discover me?"
"Oh, well. You see, the girl that wrote the article about The Shield recommended you. And after I took a look at some of the wedding photos you did I knew you would be perfect."
"Who recommended me?" I asked slightly confused. It couldn't have been Terri, my best friend, not only did she have an IQ of a peanut but she would've told me if she got an opportunity like that. She was one of the only friends I had.
"Katherine Mooney." Ah. I see. Katherine had worked with me for a wedding a couple weeks ago. She was the one writing the article for the newspaper about the couple.
"Oh. I'll have to be sure to thank her."
I stand up from my chair and thank Stephanie for the opportunity. As I walk out the door I can't help but feel nervous. This was a big deal for me. I just hope I don't screw it up.