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Started this story based on an idea from futureWWEDiva2011 and it's really clicked creatively...a few challenges with this one and you'll probably pick them up off the bat if you've read my stuff before, but I'm embracing it and really enjoying it...
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Sara's POV:
Perhaps it was the crowd that distracted me, or my own thoughts, but whatever it was I missed my spot and realized it too late.
"Shit!" I watched as Punk was caught in a roll-up, but luckily for me he kicked out at the last possible second. This win was supposed to be an easy one, a smooth win, where I jumped up the on apron, distracted the ref, Punk hits the low blow and goes for the cover; however I'd lost complete focus with the match and I knew I was going to hear about it because I always heard about it regardless if it was my mistake or not.
I watched as Punk hit the GTS on Rey Mysterio and pinned him for the win. As the ref raised his hand above his head and I made to join him in the ring, he shot me a glare that told me I was in for it, nothing I didn't know already. I sat on the ropes as Punk climbed out and I followed suit practically chasing him up the ramp. As soon as I was through the curtain, he started.
"What the fuck was that? You have one thing to do, one, and you can't even do that right! Jesus Christ, you almost cost me the match all because you can't follow the script. Seriously how hard is it to jump up on the apron and distract the ref? Huh? Could you answer me that?" I looked down at the ground trying to keep the tears at bay. I should be used to him yelling at me by now because he does it regardless if he wins or loses; if it's a loss it's my fault, if it's a win he still finds something to pick at. He's complained about my clothes, my hair, the way I interfere; pretty much you name it and Phil Brooks has bitched at me about it.
"I'm sorry Phil, I didn't realize…"
"You're sorry; you didn't realize…what else is new! Can't you think of a better excuse?" I shook my head as I bit my lip trying to hold myself together. Punk let out a deep breath before throwing his hands up, "Even though I know this is stupid to say, don't screw up again! I'm hoping for my sake that there's not much time left in this storyline and I get my title shot and get rid of you soon, but as long as I'm stuck with you, get your head out of your ass and get it together!" I nodded looking at his face as he rolled his eyes and walked down the hallway. I took another deep breath before heading down the opposite hallway towards the divas locker room.
I felt bad that I'd missed the spot, I had one job to do and I had screwed it up. Granted there was a lot on my mind, my father was sick and I was practically exhausted, but regardless I needed to find a way to suck it up and work through it. The last thing I wanted was sympathy, not that it mattered because I didn't have a lot of friends backstage. I spent most of my time with Phil and needless to say he was an asshole and didn't seem to like me very much. There were a few divas I was cordial with, but overall things weren't working out like I thought they would.
I turned the corner to head to the locker room and ran into someone. Seeing most people I'd met so far were far from friendly, I immediately went to apologize.
"I'm so sorry…" I looked up and noticed the most beautiful pair of steel blue eyes and it immediately made me lose my words.
"It's okay; I should pay attention to were I'm going rather then walking and texting. Are you okay?"
"Mmm hmm…" He looked at me for a minute before recognition dawned on him.
"You're Sara right? The new diva with Punk?" I nodded as a nervous smile graced my lips.
"Yes, I'm Sara Martin and you are…"
"Randy Orton, it's nice to meet you."
"I knew that, but it's nice to meet you too Randy. Umm, if you'll excuse me I need to get changed; Punk wants to leave soon so we can head to the next city. Sorry for running into you again."
"Not a problem, it's actually the nicest run in I've had in a while." He winked and I felt my heart speed up, practically beating out of my chest. "See you around Sara."
I watched Randy walk away and couldn't help but bite my lip. I knew who he was and I'd always found him attractive, but seeing him up close was surreal. Shaking my head to regain my focus, I headed to the locker room to change and gather my stuff; as I looked in the mirror I noticed the goofy grin on my face and laughed to myself. I hadn't seen that smile since I'd joined the WWE circus three months ago, but it looked natural and I hoped I'd find it in time.
Just as I gathered the last of my stuff, I ran to use the bathroom and quickly regretted it when I heard Natalya yelling for me. I rolled my eyes knowing Phil, who seemed to think he was my keeper, was impatiently waiting for me. As much as he wanted to get out of our current storyline I was equally ready to part with him because he was a controlling prick 95% of the time; the other 5% he was sleeping! Just because I was his on-screen girlfriend, he seemed to think I was at his beckon call and it really rubbed me the wrong way, however there wasn't much I could do. If I wanted to be the best, I had to work with the best and Phil Brooks aka CM Punk was the best in the world.
Grabbing my bag I said goodbye to my colleagues and met Punk in the hallway and he immediately shot me a look to let me know he was irritated; when wasn't he irritated?
"You really suck at time management…I honestly don't understand why you can't gather your things and meet me in catering within thirty minutes, no instead I have to come looking for you. You should be really lucky I'm such a nice guy because I thought about just leaving you behind!" Punk started walking down the hallway at a brisk pace and I followed. I couldn't help but wonder what qualified him as a 'nice guy' because if this was him being nice, I'd hate to see him pissed off.
Punk's POV:
A lot of people thought I was hard on Sara, but I didn't think so. If she wanted to make it in this business she needed to toughen up her skin, and despite the countless times I bitched at her for missing spots, her look or being late, she still looked like she was ready to cry, so clearly I'm not being hard enough on her.
Despite what everyone thinks about me, I don't like being mean to women, but if I see potential in them then I automatically go into asshole mode. Sara Martin has potential, though clearly she hasn't realized it. I've seen her tapes from the indies, she wrestles her ass off, but unless she toughens up her skin, changes her gimmick and grows a backbone, she'll be dead in the water. I've seen it a million times, with both guys and girls, they come into this business with their happy smiley faces and they're future endeavored within three months.
I could probably be a little nicer to Sara, but when she misses simple spots, which she does more then she's willing to admit, it pisses me off. Clearly she can't focus on what her job is, and if she can't do a simple interference then there's no way in hell she'll wrestle even a five minute match without hurting herself or someone else.
We'd been in the car for almost twenty minutes before she said anything, and the first words out of her mouth made me shake my head.
"Phil I'm really sorry about not meeting you in catering, but…"
"I don't want to hear your reasons or your apologies for that matter; what I want is for you to get your head together and be on time. By on time I don't mean meet me at the last minute, I mean you should be standing there waiting for me. It's called respect; you should show me some every now and then." I didn't even have to look to know she was rolling her eyes and even though it should piss me off, it made me laugh a little bit. I wouldn't deny that she wasn't trying, putting forth an effort, but something was going on in that pretty little head of hers that was causing her to fuck up all the time.
"Even though you don't want to hear an apology, I still owe you one for being late as well as missing that spot. I promise that from here on out I'll try harder, stay more focused, but it's been hard lately." Now it was my turn to roll my eyes. As clear as it was to me that something was going on, I didn't care to hear about it. That's why she had friends in the divas locker room because I didn't do personal problems.
"Well whatever is going on with you; shut it off because if it gets me injured, you're done; not just with me, but in general. I'll make it a point to have you fired."
"Yes sir…"
"Don't do that…" I watched as she flipped her brown hair over her shoulder, which I found distracting. I don't know what my deal is because I honestly don't like this girl, the only reason why I put up with her is because I have to and I think she can be better then what she is with a little guidance; however there's something about her that I can't ignore. The way she flips her hair, yawns all the time, her icy blue eyes, the golden tone of her skin and the way she smells…I swear I smell vanilla even when she's not around. As much as I try not to like her at all, there are little things that have me thinking about her constantly.
"Is there any chance we can get some food?"
"It wasn't in the game plan, because you were supposed to eat at the arena, but if it'll keep you from complaining for the next four hours, then I guess we'll stop somewhere."
"If it's a problem then never mind…" I could sense the annoyance in her tone and knew I'd hit a nerve.
"I'm already in the lane to turn off for the next exit, so don't never mind me now." I could hear Sara let out a deep, agitated sigh and I thought maybe, just maybe, I'd really struck a cord and for once she'd stand up for herself, but as I pulled into McDonalds there was nothing. "You've got ten minutes, so make it quick…"
"Ahh, I hate fast food, it's the worst part about this job."
"Yeah, it makes you fat, so you should probably watch what you eat." As hard as it was I managed to keep my laugh at bay when I noticed the look on her face, clearly she was pissed off; seeing I'd just called her fat, I understood why.
"Do you want anything?"
"Diet Pepsi, and make it snappy you now have six minutes…" I watched as Sara got out of the car and let out a sigh. Maybe I should lighten up on her, but then again where is the fun in being nice all the time.
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