New FanFic, yeah! "But you already have 2 up!" Oh well. xD
I hope you all enjoy this one! It's set in an a/u with an original character. :)
Enjoy!
"Don't tell me," I began, "you're making me do that stupid show."
Stephanie McMahon in all of her glory, chuckled at my statement.
"Cheyenne, don't make it sound like a demotion."
I tried to remain calm, but my palms were growing sweatier with every second I listened to her speak. "You want me to be a...a Total Diva?" The words were enough to make me gag silently.
Stephanie laughed again, finding my pain to be amusing. It wasn't that surprising, in all honesty, due to her gimmick as a power-hungry, manipulative witch. But, it still sucked having the princess of the WWE laugh in your face.
"It's a wonderful opportunity." The brunette leaned towards me, crossing her arms over her chest. "Keep in mind that this offer might help grant you a shot at the Divas Championship within a few months."
"No disrespect, Steph. But, if and when I get a shot at the championship, it will be because I worked hard for it. Not because I was some doll on a reality show."
I could sense the wheels turning in her brain, so I lightly bit my tongue. If she was going to yell at me, I figured it would be best to remain silent until she did so that I could collect a few defenses.
"We will double your salary." She offered.
"Why do you want me on this show so badly anyways? I'm not in a famous relationship, nor do I have a twin sister." I sighed. "I don't have anything to offer."
"You're one of those divas that everybody loves, but nobody can explain why." Stephanie's eyebrows shot up at me as she went on. "You have a wonderful ring ability that cannot be outshined. If we put you on the cast, we can raise your status in this company while doing what's best for business."
I thought about it for a few minutes. The thought of having a bunch of strangers following me around for a few months, invading into my personal life and presenting it to millions of people made me feel violated. Sure, I'm used to the spotlight, but I still hate the idea of having my dirty laundry hanging out for the world to see.
"I don't know, Steph."
Stephanie and I are closer than most of the other wrestlers are with each other. We're ten years apart, me being on the younger side, but we have a lot in common. We're both driven by hard work and we both have a great eye for potential. But, she is the company's most prized female and without her, I wouldn't have this job in the first place.
"I would normally give you time to think about it and consider the options, but the second season of Total Divas is starting up in a few weeks and we need another diva to join the cast."
"Why don't you pick Layla, or AJ?" I asked.
The brunette gave me an annoyed face. "I'd rather not discuss why."
I wasn't sure of what I should do. But, I really wanted a shot at the Divas Championship and I loved my job. And, knowing how Stephanie is, if I said no I would be out of both aspects.
"Fine." I caved in, allowing myself to be weak.
"I knew you would say yes." She smiled at me before handing me a stack of papers. "Here is the contract. I'll need you to sign and return this as soon as possible. And, we start filming on Monday morning."
I took the contract into my hands and left the small office. I couldn't believe that this was actually going to happen to me, Cheyenne Mitchell, of all people.
I was sitting silently, as nervous as can be, staring directly at the circular camera lens in front of me. I felt so out-of-place with a bright green screen behind me, microphones above me and a dozen shining lights in my face.
"Whenever you're ready." The director assured me, pointing in my direction.
Biting my cheek, I took a deep breath before beginning.
"I'm Cheyenne, but most of you probably know me better by my ring name, Casey Lynn." I paused, trying to gather my thoughts.
"Talk about your career." The director spoke, trying to get me to continue.
I nodded. "I've been a WWE Diva for about two years, but I've been wrestling ever since I was eighteen. As of right now, I have held the Divas Championship on two occasions." I had a fake smile plastered all over the place, from the first word to the last.
"Give us an insight on your personal life."
Suddenly, I forgot how to speak. Looking to my left, I peered up at Stephanie who I had to beg to come with me to this thing. She gave me a reassuring nod and I continued.
"Currently, I have no relationships at all. I mean, I go on the occasional Friday night date, but it's never anything serious."
"Any serious relationships from the past?" I was asked.
"I was most recently involved in a four year relationship with a man named Jake, but that ended with him cheating on me with my closest friend, who is a fellow wrestler: Danielle Moinet, who you probably know as Summer Rae." I had to stop to catch my breath. The memory of them going behind my back the way that they did was still fresh on my mind, and I was surprised that I found the nerve to open up about it.
"And, how is your friendship with Danielle now?" He asked me, not being considerate of the fact that I just confessed something too deep to imagine.
I stared at the camera for a moment, trying not burst into tears.
"Our friendship ended as did my relationship with Jake."
"And, that's a wrap." The director cut off the camera man and walked up to me. "You did a very good job, Cheyenne. Now, I've assigned two cameramen to stay in your hotel tonight, but they'll be in the room next door."
Before I had the chance to object the idea, two men walked up and introduced themselves.
"Hello, Cheyenne. My name is Stewart and this is my brother, Stephen."
"Hi, Stewart. Hi, Stephen." I greeted them before turning back to the director. "Why will they be staying at my hotel?"
"It's important for us to capture the real you, you know, get a feel for the everyday life of a WWE Diva." He explained before taking off and answering his cell phone, leaving the two brothers for me to battle.
"We promise not to get in your way." Stephen assured me, looking at his brother in agreement.
"We promise." Stewart chimed in before they both grabbed their cameras and followed me out into the streets where my taxi cab awaited me.
It was nearly three A.M. when I was awoken by a hard pounding on my hotel room door. I groaned, thinking it was one of the camera men trying to capture a scene of me in my pajamas; which were just a pair of old, wrinkled up sweatpants and a light-pink tank top.
I rolled over and walked tiredly to my door, where I peeked through the peephole. To my surprise, it wasn't one of the cameramen, it was my friend, Jonathan Good. Jon Good, for short. Most people know him as the badass, third member of The Shield, Dean Ambrose. But, to me he's just the always drunk, best friend of mine that I'll probably die trying to keep.
"Jon," I answered in a low whisper, "what the hell are you doing here?"
"I need a place to sleep." He said, in a drunken slur. "My place is a mess."
I had to catch him before he fell over and use my 5-foot-6 frame to hold him up and drag him into my room. That's when I heard the commotion in the room next to mine and I sighed. I knew that in minutes, the cameras would be all over us.
"Hide inside the bathroom." I suggested, pushing him towards the room.
"No!" He said, pushing back against me. "I want to dance!"
I could tell he had a lot more than just one too many to drink, and it was clearly affecting his rationing skills.
"Jon!" I called out, still trying to keep my voice at a whisper. "If you don't disappear within the next thirty seconds, a set of twin brothers will be in here trying to film us." I pleaded that he move, but he wouldn't budge.
"For the record, we're not twins." I heard a voice say. I turned around to realize that I had forgotten to close the front door, allowing the brothers to enter the room without any permission needed.
My hand immediately connected with my own forehead and I let out an embarrassed sigh. "This isn't what it looks like it is." I told them, looking at the brother that I assumed was Stewart, but I couldn't tell in the darkness.
"Then, what is it, for the record?" He asked us, nudging the camera in the direction of Jon, who was rolling around on my bed without a shirt on.
"Jon and I have been friends for years." I later confessed to the cameras once I was back in the confessional. "Whenever he's in the slightest bit of trouble, I'm always the room he crashes in." I shrugged. "It's been that way for forever."
"Jon!" I yelled, running over to him and covering him with my bed sheets. "He's drunk." I said, loud enough for the cameras to hear.
"Don't touch me!" Jon said, lightly pushing me off. He laughed before dozing off on my bed.
That's when I realized that if I wanted to get any sleep, I would need to steal my blankets back and sprawl out on my couch.
"I would do anything and everything for Jon." I told the cameras back in the confessional. "He's my best friend, and he always will be. Sure, he's not the smartest guy in the locker room, but whenever he isn't drunk off his ass, we have a lot of fun together." I laughed at the memory of us hanging out together. "He just takes a little getting used to."
The next morning, I woke up to another sound; this time the sound of an obnoxious snoring. I giggled. Normally, I don't giggle, but considering how idiotic Jon's snores sounded when he was drunk, I had to.
I sat up and noticed out of the corner of my eyes that Stephen was already awake, filming me.
"How long have you been up?" I asked, without looking at him.
He didn't answer, and I applauded his professionalism without saying a word.
I walked into the kitchen and made two cups of coffee: one for me and one for Jon, who I didn't shy away from waking up.
"Wake up, stupid!" I said as I rapidly shook the sleeping man from side to side. "I didn't appreciate the late visit last night." I told him once he came to.
"What?" He said, groaning as he rolled over to his back.
"You came over here at three A.M. drunk as can be." I said, handing him his warm cup of coffee.
Finally sitting up and blinking due to the amount of sunlight pouring into the room, he groaned again. "So?"
"So?" I retorted. "So, you can't keep doing this and expecting me to be okay with it."
"Calm, down Chey." He said, reaching out for my arm. "It's not that big of a deal."
"You could get fired one day." I said, pulling my arm away. "I can't sit around and watch you go downhill again, okay?"
"Okay, okay! This was the last time, I promise." He took a sip of his coffee before leaning away from the window and covering his eyes with his forearm. "Mind closing the blinds, the light is killing me."
I shrugged. "I like it. It's refreshing." I smiled; it was so easy to mess with him when he was hung-over.
"You're a bitch." He said, laughing it off afterwards.
"But, you love me anyways." I teased. He always knew how to make me feel better, even when he was the reason I was angry or upset in the first place.
Rubbing his head, he continued to drink his coffee. "What time is it?"
"About eight, why?"
Suddenly, his eyes went wide and he jumped out of bed. "I'm going to be late for the practice."
"What practice?" I asked, standing up too.
"I'm supposed to meet up with the boys today at 8:15." He said as he scrambled to get all of his things together.
"Won't they suspect you've been drinking?" I asked, concerned for his job.
"It's not like Joe hasn't had one too many before." He told me as he put on his shirt and continued looking for his belongings.
"You didn't bring anything but your hammered self with you last night." I explained to him.
Jon nodded and walked towards me. "Thanks, Chey." He planted a kiss on my forehead and hurried out the door. I looked up to see Stephen smirking at me from behind his camera.
"What?" I asked, angry at the assumptions he was probably making.
"Nothing." He said before leaving me alone in my room.