Note: Hey guys, so I decided to start a new story on a whim - I was reading some CM Punk fiction the other day and felt inspired. I don't really have much of a plan for this so I guess I'll just write it as I like and then upload for you guys - let me know what you think - is the idea cool or should I give up and delete this? Review review review! (:
Disclaimer; I do not own any of the characters except for Sarah (yes, I used myself because I'm lazy, and let's face it, we all want the guys to ourselves - deal with it.)
I made my way through the corridors of the Jacksonville arena, looking down. I was nervous. It was my first day working for the WWE and I didn't know anybody, or where I was going. I had some ripped jeans and my Miz hoody on with a pair of Nike 6.0s on my feet. I wasn't your average Diva, I was unique. I guess that was why Vince decided to scout me last year. My time in FCW helped me to develop that sense of uniqueness, but it also distanced me from the rest of the female locker room. I was hoping that here it would be a different story.
As I slowly made my way down the halls, trying to find the locker room, many workers passed by, too busy to lend a hand, simply smiling or nodding in my direction. When I was about to lose hope, a savoir strolled along, clad in only his wrestling trunks and a t-shirt, his matching boots making thuds as he dragged them along the cemented ground. I smiled at him, shyly, and he returned it, stopping to talk to me.
"Hello. You look lost." He chuckled.
"Well, yeah. I'm new here and I need to find the locker room." I giggled, blushing.
"Oh, so you must be the new Diva, right? I'm sorry I don't know your name." he smiled.
"Yeah, I'm Sarah." I smiled back, shaking the hand he offered out to me.
"Punk, but you can call me Phil. The locker room is just around that corner, it'll have a sign on the door. If there's anything else you need, come find me." he grinned, continuing on his journey.
I watched him walk away before quickly taking the first right, like he told me to. Sure enough, there was a black door with a white sign that said 'Diva's Locker Room' on it. I took a deep breath and walked in, taking in my surroundings. It was like any other changing room, a few benches and mirrors, plus grey metal lockers lining two of the 4 walls. A few of the divas were already in there, changed and ready for their matches, each looked up to smile at me.
Melina was sat on one of the benches, tying up her boots while Maryse and Gail Kim were stood in each mirror, checking their appearances. I smiled at them all before clearing my throat to speak.
"Uh, hey. I'm Sarah, the new Diva." I muttered, and they all grinned, walking over to me.
"Hey! Welcome to the company. I'm Melina, as you probably already know, right?"
"And I'm Maryse, this is Gail."
"Hi." Gail smiled, the quietest of the bunch.
"We've heard so much about you from Vince. He says you're a real gem! I can't wait to see you wrestle at last." Melina continued. I felt a little overwhelmed, they were being so nice, but I wasn't used to this much attention.
"Wow... thanks." I chuckled.
"So how are you feeling about your first night here?" Gail asked.
"I'm actually really nervous." I smiled, "But everyone here has been so nice to me so far."
"Oh hun, no need to feel nervous! Everyone here are like family; we got each other's backs. If you like, we can help you get ready tonight. Pass on a few tips on looking your best even after the match." Melina grinned, excited at the thought.
"Yeah, we can make you sexy, not that you need help." Maryse nodded.
"No, you're gorgeous as it is!" Gail grinned.
"Aw, thank you. I'll never be as pretty as you guys, though." I blushed.
"Nonsense, we'll have you looking like the sexiest of sexy in no time! Now get into your attire! Vite vite!" Maryse smirked, shooing me over to the bench. I put my bag down and sat, pulling out my matching pink top and shorts, it was similar to Maryse's attire, but not quite the same. I pulled it on, as well as my hooded jacket, which I loved. It was cropped with short sleeves and black, with rhinestones on the hem.
"Oooh, I love your attire." Melina said.
"Yes, now let's get to doing that hair." Maryse winked, sitting me in front of her and taking out a comb and some straighteners, setting to work. She carefully straightened my long, blond hair out of its usual wavy state and combed it through, nodding in approval once every strand was pin straight. I looked in the mirror and gasped. It looked amazing.
"I'm in charge of make-up, sit." Gail smiled, standing in front of me with a bag full of make-up in her hand.
"I usually don't wear a lot of make-up… just foundation, blush, mascara and lip gloss."
"Well then I shall change that for you." Gail winked and I giggled in excitement.
As she worked on my face, I got to know the girls a little bit better. I usually didn't wear make-up a lot. I didn't see the point in it since I'd only sweat it off during a match.
"Now, here's the secret to it lasting all through your match – Fix+!" Gail clapped, spraying the mist all over my face. It was like hair spray for my face, I guess. Maryse then sprayed my hair in place and I looked myself up and down in the mirror, I had smokey black eyes and nude, glossy lips. I looked really pretty; they'd done an awesome job on making me look like a proper diva.
"Wow. You look sexy!" Melina laughed, clapping. She then helped me warm up, as my debut match was up next.
We walked out to the curtain where my opponent, Alicia Fox, was stood waiting already. She smiled as I approached and shook my hand.
"It's so nice to finally meet my opponent. I've heard so much about you."
"It's nice to meet you, too. Don't go easy on me, though!" I smiled, feeling a little more comfortable with myself now that I had all this make-up on.
"No need to worry about that, hun. I'll give you a proper first match." Alicia winked.
"I look forward to it." I ginned.
We already knew that I was going to win this match, Vince had told us so. It was just nice to have to fight for it. I heard Alicia's music play and she smiled one final time before walking out as Justin Roberts called her name. I took a deep breath and Melina rubbed my back, smiling.
"It's going to be fine. You'll do great!"
"Thanks. I really appreciate how nice you guys have been, considering I'm the new girl."
"Don't mention it; us girls have got to look out for each other."
Then my new music started playing, it was a remix of Natalya's old theme 'Yeah Baby', but without her beginning parts. They couldn't have given me a brand new theme yet since we had to go through the process of choosing and writing etc. For now, this theme was good for me.
So out I walked through the curtain, smiling and posed at the top of the ramp before continuing down to the ring. I didn't touch anybodies hands like a lot of the other superstars; I simply jumped up onto the apron and climbed through the bottom rope. When I was in the ring, Justin started to announce who I was to the WWE Universe, and I flipped my hair for the crowd cheering me.
"And her opponent - making her debut, from England – SAARAAAAHHH!"
Justin stepped out of the ring and the bell rang, signalling for the match to start. I started things off by kicking Alicia's knee; she smirked and slapped me in response. I stopped still and raised an eyebrow at her, causing her to wink at me. I knew it was just for show, but that made me want to hit her. I clotheslined her to the floor and stood over her, blowing a kiss to the crowd before springing off the second rope while she stood up and spinning to cross body her, I landed on my feet and fell to an elbow drop on her gut before hooking her leg for the 3-count.
My debut match had been a success and the crowd were going wild for me. I stood and the ref raised my hand, causing me to smirk and hold my cheek where I now had a red mark. Alicia rolled out the ring and I jumped down through the ropes, heading backstage.
Punk's P.O.V:
Punk walked through the corridors, warming up for his match against Randy Orton. Just as he walked into the locker room, Alicia Fox was walking out to the ring and The Miz and John Morrison were watching on TV. Punk stopped to join them, sitting to watch the Divas match. He didn't really find the divas attractive – they plastered on the make-up and killed their hair to look 'beautiful' – to him, they were just glorified bimbos and he didn't find it attractive at all.
"That new diva's making her debut tonight." Miz commented.
"Oh yeah… I wonder if she's hot." Morrison replied.
"Probably, why else would Vince hand pick her?"
"True. Hey, Punk, have you seen her yet?"
"As a matter of fact, I met her down the hall about an hour ago."
"Was she hot?"
He paused, remembering her short, thin frame and her beautiful blonde hair. Her face was one of innocence and she was one of the only divas that he'd ever found attractive. It was the fact that she was natural – she wore hardly any make-up at all – she wasn't like the other divas.
"Yes."
"Sweet!" Miz grinned, giving Morrison a high-five. Punk rolled his eyes, looking back at the TV screen to see a blonde girl. She was different to how he remembered her. She had straight hair and a tonne of make-up on. She looked just like the other divas.
Punk felt his heart drop.
"At least she used to be." He commented.
"What?"
"She used to be hot. Right now she looks like any other Diva."
"Dude, she's majorly hot, what're you talking about!" Miz yelled, totally in confusion. He found this new girl extremely attractive, as did Morrison, who was drooling over the screen.
"The tonne of make-up really isn't my thing. She's exactly the same as everybody else." Punk sighed, standing up and walking out of the room. Miz shook his head in disbelief and carried on watching.
Sarah's P.O.V:
I made my way through the corridor quickly – it was Phil's match next and I didn't want to miss it. And just as I thought this, Phil turned the corner and was walking right towards me. I smiled at him but he simply nodded in return, continuing to walk. I frowned and carried on to the locker room, where I was greeted by Melina and Gail – Maryse had a segment to film with Ted.