I suggest you read this paragraph before reading. This has never ever happened and if it has it was strictly on accident and not intended. I know absolutely none of these people personally. Character Tura is incredibly fictional and is based off of no one actually. As you can see I'm not a fan of using a WWE superstar/diva's real names in fanfiction so deal with ring names. Some things in the story might not be true about the WWE but fuck it, it's a fanfiction meaning a FAN writes whatever FICTION they want. And if you don't know POV means POINT OF VIEW saying this chapter or part is in that characters point of view. Don't get confused so be aware the POV switches from Tura to Wade back and fourth. I notify who's POV is it anyway. And one last thing is, if you're offended by fowl language and word illustrated sex, DON'T READ! And don't take this seriously at all, it's fun. This is a shorter chapter, and this is only the beginning it gets interesting later I swear lol. I upload chapters randomly.
CHAPTER ONE
Tura POV
Well, no one ever told me this was easy. And I didn't think it was. In the little bit of interviews and little bit of promos and little time I've been here I never said it was easy, and the longer you're here the harder it gets. I've been here for a little less than a year and everyone still seems to treat me like a newbie. I feel like I was a newbie diva the first two months but now I feel like I wasn't anymore. But I can't complain, I don't really associate with anyone at all except Kaitlyn, AJ and Layla, oh and Derrick sometimes, I do angles and matches but that's literally all. The only angles I've done was with Sheamus once and Natalya who I was feuding with, the time being. I hate to isolate myself but I'm afraid to talk to anyone, afraid of what they'd say about me. It's awkward that I know everybody due to the fact that I've been watching WWE all my life and I just to happened to be watching when I was called for a contract signing. I'm happier with barely anyone knowing my name, everyone except the fans that is, I was a sweetheart face diva and the crowd likes me, that's all that matters.
I sat by the seamstress and waited quietly for her to finish my ring attire shorts. I can't live without shorts. I nearly tripped lacing my boots to run out for my entrance. I had a match against Natalya for what feels like the millionth time on Main Event. Don't get me wrong, she was a fun opponent to be in the ring with but after a while you want something different. I couldn't lie she did scare me, I was 5'2 and weak as fuck and not nearly as experienced as she was, you'd think she'd win because Nattie could just toss me around. But she puts me over and I win this time.
"You did good out there! You're improving!" Nattie pats me on my back and I smile, she's always nice to me. I walked into the dressing room to change into street clothes, I usually stretch for a good 15 minutes after nearly everyone was gone but all I wanted to do was get in bed and sleep, I picked up my back and looked up to one of the Bella twins were standing in from of me.
"Hi!" I said, a bit taken back. I didn't know which twin this was, and it'd be weird to look at her twins seeing as the bigger ones belonged to Nikki.
"Hey, me and my sister were having a get co-worker get together this weekend after our house show and we invited nearly everyone to be there, and we thought you'd want to go, do you? They'll be food and drinks, the usual..." She explained herself. Her voice was a lot less pitched so this must have been Brie, but I won't take chances with names.
"Yeah sure, that sounds fun!" I wish I thought about my answer before I answered. She gave me her number and hugged me which was weird, due to the fact that I never had a conversation with her but she didn't give me any bad vibes so I trusted her. She walked away as I saved her number in my phone, it was Brie by the way and I was right, YES!
There was nothing like getting home, even if I wasn't home but just a random Oregon hotel room. A bed was a bed to me. God forbid I ask Stephanie the next time we'd get to go home. She'd scold the fuck out of me and make me feel like shit and tell Mr. McMahon that I don't want to be here, and I don't want to be released. All I want to do is see my mom and cat. It'd have to wait until notified. And I'd hate to be told next year or a extremely far away date! After my shower I debated calling Kaitlyn but it was already late and we all had a flight tomorrow, I could talk to her then. I'm not even in bed for a second until I drift asleep.