Chapter Two: Foxx is Born.
A week later, I was back in the ring. Paul refused to train me until I had healed up completely. I was sitting on the turnbuckle. "Paul. What am I learning now?" I asked. Paul sat silently on the turnbuckle across from me. "What is your name?" he asked. "My name is Cassandra Daniels", I replied. Paul looked up at me. "Not anymore", he smiled. "What?" I asked. "Vince McMahon dropped by yesterday. He watched your training videos that I sent in. He thinks it's time, we starting preparing for your debut." He said smiling, widely. I jumped off the turnbuckle and ran into Paul's arms. We began jumping up and down. I could not believe it. I was going to start preparing for my debut. "Right, we have a lot of work to do. McMahon wants you to debut in two months time." He explained. "Ok. Ok. Where do we start?" I asked, calming down. "We start with your moves and your fighting style." said Paul. We sat down in the centre of the ring with some paper and pens. "I don't want to be a bikini wearing, hair pulling diva that runs away whenever someone goes near me and I want my style to reflect that. That I'm a bad ass and not to be messed with" I explained. "But I want a little sexy to be thrown in" I winked. "So, not your typical Diva arsenal then, which is mainly slaps, kicks, hair pulling and screaming. Something tougher then," surmised Paul. "Yeah." I replied. "Well, then. Maybe DDT's, MoonSault, LionSault, and a move or two of your own." Said Paul, writing the information I gave him down. My eyes lit up. "So you mean I get to make up my own moves?" I asked in delight. "Maybe if you're lucky, I could rope in someone to help ya out" Paul grinned. I could not believe my luck. "Who?" I asked. "It will be a surprise" he grinned. "Paul, did you know I was a dancer?" I asked. Paul's eyes widened. "No. I did not" he replied. "Well, I think it will be cool, if I could incorporate some of my dance training with my moves" I said. "Go on. I'm listening." he said. "I had an idea of a jumping split." I said, slowly, carefully thinking as I spoke. Paul nodded. "Let me get the practice dummy and you can show me" he said, getting up to fetch the dummy. A moment or two later, he returned and flung the dummy into the ring. I stood up and picked up the dummy. I stood beside the dummy supporting it. I twisted it under my arm, so it was bent over backward face up. I kicked up my leg, and jumped slightly. I let go of the dummy and brought my leg down on to the neck of the dummy and forced it down to the mat, finishing off in the splits. I heard Paul clapping. "Brava Cassie, Brava." he cheered. "I love that move. You should have that in your move set." he said. I felt ecstatic. "Now that we're on a roll, got anymore ideas?" smiled Paul. "A few" I replied grinning.
We spent the next few hours, practicing nonstop. After a few more tries I had my spilt move perfect. I had also devised a submission move. "Paul, I think I have my arsenal sorted now" I gasped, releasing the dummy's legs. I stood up, gasping. "Right time for a break." said Paul. "Now, we can devise your image. It's as important as your arsenal. It's how the audience and the fans see you." he explained. I nodded. "Maybe, the tough new diva with a bad ass attitude?" I asked. "Yeah, It will tie in with you arsenal" nodded Paul. "Now, a name." he finished. I paused. I liked my nickname. Cassie, but it didn't describe my character. "Foxx" I said. "I like it" said Paul, resting his hands on mine. "Now, let's get out of here" smiled Paul. "Someone has the ring booked for this time", he explained. I left the ring, and fetched my bag. I popped on my headphones and turned up the music loud. I picked up my bag and began to walk towards the door. I got lost in my own world. Suddenly, I felt my body collide with another body. I stumbled backwards. As I fell, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and pull me up until my body met my saviour's body. I looked up into the face of my saviour. He was tall and handsome. Very Handsome. He had a chiselled features and neatly shaved sideburns which ended in points. One of the most distinguishing features he had was his hair. It was brightly coloured. We made eye contact and my heart jumped into my throat. His eyes pierced into me. His lips moved but I couldn't hear him over the noise of my music. He reached up with one hand and removed my headphones. "Hey, you ok?" he asked. "Yeah" I replied. His voice had a distinctive twang, of a slight Southern accent. It made me melt inside. My saviour smiled, revealing neat white teeth. "Thank you" I said. I looked down slightly and giggled. My saviour looked down and sighed and smiled slightly. Our bodies were meshed together, in what could be considered a sex position. My breasts were pressed against chest and his crotch was pressed against my pelvis. We immediately, jumped apart. "Hmmm, hi" he said. "Hey" I replied. "I'm Jeff" he said, awkwardly. "I'm Cassie" I replied. Suddenly, my converse were very interesting. I glanced up. "Say something you idiot" my mind screamed at me. "Thanks for breaking my fall", I stammered. "No problem", replied Jeff. My mind turned to mush when I saw what he was wearing. He was wearing a tight white t-shirt, which clung to this chest and abs, and showed, off his well toned arms. I paused to admire the intricate tattoos on his arms. My eyes travelled lower. He was wearing black baggy cargo pants, which hung dangerously low on his pelvis bones. They were secured, thankfully, with a white studded belt. "So, you coming into train?" I asked. "Yeah, with my bro, Matt. We're teammates" he responded. "Cool" I replied. "You new to the circuit?" he asked. "Yeah, I'm debuting soon" I replied. Jeff smiled, melting my mind again. "Well, if you're not doing anything, would you like to join us in a training session?" he asked. "Yeah, I'd love to get some practice in, with some pros" I smiled. "Great. Good luck with your debut" grinned Jeff. "Thanks, I'll chat ya soon" I replied, leaving the practice area. My heart was pounding in my chest.
I made my way back to my hotel room. Jeff's face was still clear in my mind. The feel of his body against mine, left tingles on the bare skin of my mid-rift. I opened the door of my room and stepped in. I shut the door and threw my bag into the corner and flopped down onto my bed. I closed my eyes and the first thing that drifted into my mind, was Jeff. My eyes snapped opened. "What's going on?" my mind, said to me. "I don't know", I groaned. I got up and went for a shower. After my soothing shower, I got dressed and dried my hair. I got my yoga mat and laid it out on the floor. I turned on some peaceful music. The sound of waves crashing onto the shore filled the room. I began to stretch and twist my body, slowly, performing each move with care and precision. After an hour or so, I had enough. I could not get Jeff, out of my brain. It was irritating. I changed into my night wear and got into bed, and fell asleep.
