this story is a request for my good freind Hailey. It is a rewrite of an older story. I hope you enjoy it sis!
Disclaimer: All characters in this story are orignal characters renamed for superstars so the story could be posted on this site. I do not own nor am I affilliated with the WWE or its talent in any way. This story was written for entertainment purposes and should be taken as such. No disrespect or copyright infringement intended.
Chapter 1:
The first time I saw him I don't think that he knew I was there, but my eyes were glued on him. He had these intense steel blue eyes and every muscle in his body was cut and toned. He was a known bad boy. He smoked, yet his moves where quick and calculating in and out of the ring. Yet, standing there in his gear, I found myself blushing, because I still had not grown comfortable viewing the men in outfits that weren't much more than underwear.
I was sitting in Vince's office, going over the details of the show and he came bursting in with complaints about his current storyline. I was on a large leather sofa with stacks of books and papers laid out in front of me. My thick rimmed glasses were perched on the edge of my nose and my hair was in its normal pulled back, messy ponytail. I looked down at my clothes. I was more like a lump taking up space in the office. Geeky and plain, that was what I was accustomed to hearing when people described me, so I dismissed the attraction and went back to my work.
"Vince I can't take this anymore. When am I going to get another title shot?"
There was a lot going on behind the scenes of the television show. A lot more than the fans would ever realize and my new job had me involved in almost every detail. I was responsible for the staff, the superstars and the writers. I had to make sure everyone was there, the props were in place and the effects were ready, while at the same time keeping everything on budget.
"You had your time." Vince said not even looking up from his desk. Most knew that some of the matches were rigged. It was all part of a show that was becoming more and more of a soap opera and Randy missed the old days when more risk had been put into it. Ryback was the star that Vince saw the most promise in at the time and he made sure the storyline's favored him. He believed he was the best candiadate to serve as the face of Smackdown with the Undertaker's impending retirement on the horizon. Some of the more seasoned talent disagreed.
"I got an offer from TNA," Randy had my attention again. He was one of the most popular stars at the time and losing him to the rival show would help boost their recognition.
"By all means go." Vince flicked his wrist. If he was ruffled by Randy's threats, he would never show it. "You have been nothing but a problem here anyways. You lucky to still have a job after your last wellness test." Randy had just come back from a six month suspension. It wasn't unusual for him to test positive for marijuana, but it was a nightmare for the behind the scenes staff.
I had never met Randy before and I didn't exactly meet him that day. In fact I had never watched the wrestling show more than the few seconds it took for me to flip past whatever channel it was on before coming to work for Vince, but I had heard Randy's name tossed into conversations ever since the day I had arrived.
I landed my job by accident. I had been out of college nearly a year where I had studied and earned my degree. I had planned on starting a job as producer's assistant at a local news station. But only a few months later, it was bought out by a national stations and everyone was let go. So there I was applying for work at a temporary service in Seattle and I turned out to have just the right qualifications to work in at a Chick Filet in the auditorium. I felt so low going back to work for a fast food place after I got my degree. I had worked my way through college working at a fried chicken place near Washington State. I hated it.
The night that the WWE had been booked in that auditorium was the same night as a powerful storm. All the electricity in three blocks ended up being taken out and that included the auditorium. So the show was cancelled and everyone who worked at the Chick Filet had been told to go home. My bad luck followed me around like the plague. I couldn't find the keys to my car and after a quick inspection I found them in the ignition with the doors locked. I held my jacket over my head and ran back to the building, but the door I had exited was already locked. I ended up standing outside under the awning waiting on the rain to let up so I could walk to a phone.
"Where are you heading young lady?" Vince pulled up in his big fancy car and offered me a ride. I wouldn't normally climb into a car with a guy I didn't know, much less someone as large as Vince, but I was cold and I had already felt the symptoms of a cold before I arrived for my job that day. Being wet and cold didn't seem to be the best situation for me to be in at the time.
"I locked my keys in my car." I told him, hoping he could offer some help without it involving me going off alone with a stranger.
"hmm." He seemed nice enough and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. "Get in and get warm." He invited, but I was hesitant. "Come on, I won't bite." He laughed at my resistance.
"I'm okay," I insisted, but when a lightning bolt struck close enough for its thunder to rattle the ground I stood on, I panicked and jumped inside his car. He rolled up the window and I felt trapped.
Vince asked me about myself while we waited and I ended up telling him how I had just left college and that the place I was suppose to work had closed its doors. He listened to everything I said even though I was just trying not to show how nervous I was and I stared at my hands that I constantly wrung. Then, he asked me something that shocked me.
"How would you like a job?" I didn't know if I should listen or if I should bolt from the car. "Seriously, I can't keep up anymore. I need the help and you have a history in television."
"Are you serious?"
"Very." Since I had no husband or kids or even a boyfriend holding me back, I accepted. How could I turn it down? The pay was ten times what I would make at the register at chick filet and I would get to travel as well.
But I did more than help the producer of the show. I was by Vince's side at all times and he called me at least a dozen times a day. I was his assistant, helping him with financial matters, taking messages, picking up his dry cleaning and lunch and he asked my advice about new talent and I was always sent to sit in on a match in the smaller shows in Florida and Ohio scouting the members because Vince's attendance always seemed to bring out the worst side of the amateur wrestlers who thought they had to outshine the others and in Vince's opinion it made for a terrible clash of interests among the rosters. My days were full, but I loved every minute of it. I learned more about the business than I would have learned working a decade at the old news channel.
I was also the assistant to the superstars. They came to me with all their problems. They complained and they needed days off and they needed to find lost wardrobes and bags. I was responsible for so much more than I bargained for and most of it wasn't even part of a producer's job.
I felt out of place walking among the talent of the show. I was not anything close to a beauty. I had never turned any heads. I kept my long brown hair pulled back in a high pony tail and it never seemed to stay neat. I seldom wore makeup and I wore very conservative clothes. I either wore a turtle neck or a button down blouse buttoned all the way to the very last button at my neck. And I wore long dress skirts that reached my ankles. The sexiest thing I wore was probably the knee high heeled boots given to me by one of the divas a few months after I had begun working. Not that they could be seen under my skirt.
"Wow great boots." I had said to Eve one night before her match while I we were discussing a change in the script. "Thanks." she had said. I always thought that Eve was the sweetest of all the divas. She never turned her nose up at me or made comments about my appearance behind my back. "What size are you?"
"I'm a seven" I had said wondering why she would ask.
"Well Abbi," she said. "It looks like I'm a seven and half." and she handed me the boots.
"I can't take these," I argued. They had to be expensive and I didn't know if I had the guts to wear them.
"Yes you can and you will. They are way too tight on me"
"Thanks." Eve was the only one I talked to at that time. I liked to think we are close friends, always finding each other to confide in every time something bad or good happened. I knew her secrets, but she didn't know many of mine, not because I didn't feel comfortable telling her, but because I really had none to tell.
The night that Randy Orton walked into the office was the night that my to do list tripled.
"I'm really busy here Randy." Vince snapped bringing me out of my thoughts and I stopped reading the script the next weeks show and barely stole one more glimpse of Randy as he slammed the door behind him.
"You think TNA is really looking to hire him?" Vince asked me. I had come to know a lot about the business quickly and somehow had learned a little about Vince's employees. Maybe it was because I kept to myself and no one paid any attention to me being in the room that I managed to pick up the information or maybe it was because I approved each and every article that went ended up on the website and magazines and I was the one Vince trusted to do things when he would run out of time to do.
"I don't know." I shrugged my answer. "I know Dixie's solicited many of our stars. It's only a matter of time before they throw out an offer one of them can't refuse."
"Your right," he said. "Randy's tour bus is out of commission right now, he's hitching with the staff and no namers. I want you to travel with them. Stay as close as you can, pay attention to who he talks to and see if we have anything to worry about."
"I don't think I could be a spy for you Vince."
"I don't want you to spy." He smiled. "I just want to know if I need to throw him a bone to keep him happy for a while longer. I got big plans for him but I don't want him with a big head just yet."
"Okay." I said. It didn't bother me if I traveled with Randy's group instead of with Vince, his family, and the major faces of the WWE at the time which included Sheamus, John Cena and of course Ryback. None of which would notice I was M.I.A. Eve usually traveled on the same bus as Randy and I was happy that I may have someone to talk to at least.
"Randy has been a problem since his divorce." Vince continued with a sigh. It was no secret that Randy's wife had left him. She had felt abandoned by him and found someone else who was there for her when she needed him. It was a price many of the wrestlers had to pay, but they loved their career and relationship turmoil came with the job. "All he has now is this business and I'm afraid right now there's not much I can do to make him happy. I don't think anything he wants would make him as happy as he thinks anyway. He'll snap out of it eventually. They all do."
I didn't pretend to know what it felt like to be rejected by a lover. I just nodded, gathered my things and hunted down Eve. She and few other's toured with Randy so it was safe to say that she too would be on the staff bus.
The staff bus reminded me of the one's I had ridden on during school field trips. It had comfortable captain style seats that were large and plush, but there wasn't a whole lot of room for roaming and you had to entertain yourself. It was like riding in a minivan compared to the customized tour buses the more successful wrestlers owned. She climbed on board and headed to the back of the bus to sit next to Eve, pulled out a book and settled in for a long ride.
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