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That was most definitely not my best idea of the day as I entered the locker room to the immediate cat-calls of the three women occupying the room.
"So, Charlie, explain to me why it is that Punk has been following you around all day?"
Charlie, that's me. It's short for Charlotte. I find Charlotte to be a little too old timey to fit my personality, not to mention, it's pretty girly and I'm… Not so girly. This was made obvious today by my ratty jeans and worn out vans, not to mention my old Metallica shirt that had a "v" forcibly cut out of the crew cut neckline. So maybe the shirt hugged my body a little tighter than most tom-boys would normally wear, and my jeans made my legs look long and lean… Maybe I was becoming less tom-boy-ish as time went on. That's not the point.
"I made the stupid mistake yesterday of being nice to him and answering his questions about my camera?" I answered with a sigh. I made my way over to my own locker where my bag was kept. During the day, with rehearsals and finishing touches being made for that night's RAW, I was allowed to wear whatever tickled my fancy, however, when it came time for me to stand at the bottom of the ramp in view of the public, I was required to wear a much more professional, womanly outfit. Yes, outfit, singular, I only had one. I don't really own any skirts and I only have one pair of dress slacks, as well as my lonely emerald green polo and my black flats. Sad, I know.
The first woman who had addressed me was Eve Torres, a lovely auburn haired girl who had befriended me literally on my first day at the WWE three months ago. She was a sweet heart, which was really the only way to put it.
The voice that now popped out of the shower area belonged to April Mendez, or AJ, as we called her around the arena. She was a more petite girl with lighter brown hair. No doubt she was getting dressed for tonight's show before going to hair and make-up; the same thing Eve was making her way to the shower to do. "Yeah, but you're not that helpful to any of the guys back here."
"Except for him?" my voice was obviously incredulous.
"Exactly!" AJ laughed as she walked into view in her ring attire. The orange plaid suited her well-tanned and toned body. She was gorgeous, and I couldn't exactly say I wasn't jealous. I would love for men to look at me the way they did AJ and Eve and Barbie.
Speaking of Barbie, Kelly Kelly, GORGEOUS Diva extraordinaire, she also emerged from the showers in her hot pink top and pink and white shorts. She was the epitome of blonde bomb-shell. "I think the point AJ is trying to make is that you don't exactly lend yourself to letting the guys dote on you like that."
I laughed as I popped my head through my polo, stripping myself out of my jeans, "I don't think I would call what Phil is doing 'doting', quite honestly." I informed her as I hopped in circles, getting my legs into my slacks.
"Phil?" I heard Eve's voice over the lightly running water she was wetting her hair with in the shower. "Who calls him Phil?" The girls joined her in a chorus of laughter.
"I do, when he annoys me this much." I defended, tucking the polo into the top of my pants before securing everything firmly with a belt, fumbling through my bag for my shoes.
"And what does he think of that?" Barbie asked as she pulled on the boots that would complete her wrestling gear.
I slipped on my shoes and frowned as I examined myself in the mirror, "He finds it just as annoying as I find him, I think."
"Methinks thou doth protest too much." AJ grinned, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she walked towards me in the mirror. "Don't you have anything else to wear? You wear this exact same thing every week! How much do you spend on washing this in the hotel laundry rooms?"
"Don't quote Shakespeare at me, no, and a lot!" I said defensively, frowning as I pulled my black curls into a messy bun at the base of my neck. The only thing that was my saving grace was the light black liner that made the bright green of my eyes pop against the pale tone of my skin. I wasn't pasty, but I had never been one to tan, I liked the contrast my dark hair provided with my skin, so I'd never tried. Well, except that one summer in high school when I was in marching band… Never again…
Eve was the last to make her way out of the showers in her ring gear, tight, metallic gold. Why did I have to surround myself with beautiful people all the time? "You've been here three months and you haven't bothered buying more business attire?"
I frowned at my reflection before turning around to stare at the three gorgeous ladies, unable to keep the disappointment off of my features, "I'm not the one in the spotlight, so it's not like it really matters." I said flatly, suddenly moody as I headed for the door.
"Woah, woah, woah!" AJ stopped me before I could walk out; I was totally going to have to work on hiding my insecurities. "Why don't you borrow some of my stuff, you're about my size!" she offered. Barbie gave me a kind smile, "And we wear the same size shoe, yeah?"
I furrowed my brow to stare at the three girls now gathered around me, "I appreciate what you're trying to do but, its fine, really." With that I was turned and out the door before any of them could add another word on the subject. I didn't need to be pitied, and I didn't need to attract boys. I just needed to do my job and do it well.
Speaking of things I didn't need, one of them was making his way towards me with a limp that would have been prevented if he'd just use his damned crutches.
