Well I'm back and I'm trying this new story. I've been quite blah lately so hang with me and I'll try harder to get chapters up. Well this is just the first chapter so if you like it let me know and I will gladly continue. Happy Reading. =]
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Her black heels clicked on the concrete floor as she walked down the long hallway of the Allstate Arena in Chicago, Illinois, her dark blonde hair swaying with each step she took. She was in search of the office of none other than the chairman of the WWE Vincent Kennedy McMahon, but so far she was having none such luck. She had no idea how in the hell anyone found their way around this place it was fucking huge. Just as soon as she thought she had finally found his office and was about to knock the door flew open cracking her in the head, causing her to fall flat on the ground. This was not what she had in mind for what she was sure was a job interview. Vince never usually called her in unless he was begging her to work in some way shape or form for the WWE. She usually turned him down as nicely as possible but this was getting ridicules. He had called her countless times until she had finally agreed to come in and have a meeting with him. And now she was getting knocked out. No wonder she didn't want to work here this place was a death trap. She got up and brushed herself off not looking up right away. She was about to bend down to pick up her cell phone when she was knocked back onto the ground. It felt like she had been hit by a Mack truck. She wasn't even a wrestler and she was taking one hell of a beating from this damn door. And whoever was behind it was going to get quite a tongue lashing.
"What the fuck!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. "What is wrong with this place? Every time I turn a damn corner I get knocked the fuck out!" She didn't care who she was yelling at she just wanted them to know that she wasn't to fond of being beaten to death with a door. She finally looked up and saw three equally handsome men looking at her like she had three heads. She didn't care if they thought she was mental, even though she probably was now after being hit with a door and being ran over by a wrestler that probably out weighed her by a hundred or so pounds.
"I'm so sorry Miss." The man with the spiky black hair and pale blue eyes replied. She assumed he was the one that ran her over. He extended his hand to her and pulled her up then bent down to pick up her phone handing it to her. She smiled kindly at him before taking her phone and wiping off the screen. Sure he had ran into her but he looked harmless. "I'm Cody Rhodes."
She had to admit he was a cutie but not someone she could see herself with. "Hi Cody I'm…" Before she could finish her sentence she was interrupted by the taller of the three men. He stepped in front of Cody as if to keep him as far away from her as humanly possible. His jet black hair and blue-grey eyes sending odd shivers down her spine, and not to mention the fact that he had quite the body on him. Cody stepped aside knowing the look in his friends eyes. "I'm Randy Orton. And that over there is Ted Dibeasie." He said pointing to the blonde one. "That?" Ted mouthed causing her to giggle.
"It's okay man." Cody said patting Ted on the shoulder "At least he didn't call you fuck face or any of the other names we usually get. As far as I'm concerned "it" is a step up."
Randy turned around staring daggers at Ted and Cody which usually meant shut the fuck up before I introduce my foot to your ass.
"Hello Randy, and Ted." She smiled and nodded at Ted as if to say I'd shake your hand or something but your friend Randy is kind of scaring me . She quickly returned her gaze back to Randy. She couldn't deny the fact that Randy Orton ,as she came to figure out was his name, made her feel all tingly when ever he looked at her. Randy was her kind of guy, but at the moment the way he was looking at her was kind of scaring her, but in a way she liked it.
"Well as I was saying before my name is Skyelaar Batista. Nice to meet all of you. And sorry for freaking out I was just kind of angry after being hit with a door." Cody smiled at her apologetically.
As soon as she said her last name Ted and Cody's jaws dropped to the floor. She was use to it when people found out that she was The Animal's sister she usually got jaw drops or strange looks. It wasn't anything new to her.
Randy was shocked, but he shook the thought out of his head. She was to pretty for him to pass up just because her last name was Batista. "Are you okay?" Randy questioned noticing there was a slight red mark on her forehead.
"I'll be fine." She replied. "It takes a lot more than a door and Cody to keep me down." Randy admired her fire and he wasn't sure what it was but he had a feeling deep down inside of him that this girl was something special, but he was going to have to get through her big brother if her wanted her. And when Randy wanted something there was no backing down.
"That's good to hear." Randy smiled at her and looked up at the clock that was hanging on the wall. "Shit. Cody, Ted we have to get going our match is in five minutes. Don't want to piss princess off again." Cody and Ted nodded, following behind Randy.
"Nice to meet you." Cody and Ted said shaking her hand.
"It was nice to meet you to." After Ted and Cody turned the corner Randy turned back around to look at her, grabbing her hand.
"Hope to see you around Sweets." Randy smiled at her and kissed her knuckles before running off in the direction of Ted and Cody. A smirk adorned his face. She could careless who her brother was it wasn't going to stop her from having a life, even if it happened to be a life with Randy. Which she knew full well her brother would have a problem with.
Skyelaar's cheeks became bright red. Randy sure had a way with words and at the moment his words were turning her legs into jelly. "It's was nice to meet you to Randy Orton." Skyelaar turned around and proceeded on her search for Mr. McMahon's office, being careful of any more crazy swinging doors.
As soon as she found the office that quite clearly said Mr. McMahon on the front in gold lettering she mentally slapped herself. Of course Vince would have his name on the door what was she thinking. She lifted her hand to knock on the door when the door flew open. Did everyone in this damn place know when someone was going to knock on the door? Vince was standing before her in a black suit and oddly printed tie. She wanted to say something so badly but didn't think it was the right time for her to run her smart mouth.
Vince quickly pulled her into a hug. She was like a second daughter to him. The McMahon's and Batista's were very good friends and ever since her brother David had been a part of the WWE Mr. McMahon had become very fond of her, but David had been out for over a month trying to smooth things over with his wife Dani. They fought all the time when Skyelaar would go stay with them in the summer so she wasn't really worried about it even though everyone else acted like when they got into a fight it was the end of the world. Skyelaar never did really understand that.
"How are you Skye? Vince asked guiding her into his office and pulling the door shut behind her. "Sit down." Vince said pointing to a chair in front of his desk.
"I'm doing well thank you. How's the family?" Skyelaar sat down on the chair and smoothed out her skirt that was all bunched up from being beaten around by the door.
"That's good to hear and everyone is fine. They cant wait to see you again."
Skyelaar smiled at him. "I cant wait to see them either. What did you want to ask me?" She didn't really feeling like beating around the bush so she decided on the direct approach.
Vince cleared his throat and looked up at her. "Well I've herd that you have a been known to be quite the writer. Am I right?"
Skyelaar was a little taken back upon hearing that. Sure she could write a little but she didn't think she was anything special. "I guess but I'm no award winning author." She wasn't to sure where Vince was going with this but the look in his eye let her know that this offer might not be as bad as the previous offers.
"Well I was thinking if you wouldn't mind traveling with us you could be a script writer for the RAW brand."
Skyelaar was so far beyond shocked she didn't even remember her own name, but then again that could have been due to taking one heck of a beat down from an inanimate object. "Vince I…I don't know if that's such a good idea, I mean I'm an okay writer but nothing compared to some of the writers you have here."
Vince walked around his desk and put his hand on Skyelaar's shoulder. "Listen I wouldn't ask you if I didn't think you would be good at it."
He had a point but this was crazy how could she leave everything she had in Chicago to go on the road with WWE. Just being here for a few hours had already been an adventure in itself. "You really think I would be good at it?" Her green eyes starting to light up when she remembered Randy. She would get to be on the road with him all the time. Maybe this job did have it's advantages.
"Yes, in fact I think you would be great at it. I wouldn't want any one else but you."
Skyelaar didn't have to think long about it after she figured she would be with Randy all the time. Skyelaar sighed not wanting to seem to eager. "When do I start?"
Vince quickly wrapped her in another hug thanking her numerous times. "You start next Monday. We will still be here at the Allstate so just stop by here and I'll give you your office and tell you how things work. And Skye thank you once again."
"No it's my pleasure." Skyelaar replied thinking back to her encounter with Randy Orton in the hallway. This job was going to be more fun than she thought.