New girl on the block

Chapter 2: What will the future hold

Disclaimer: I do not own WWE and none of the characters which are portrayed. I love it and that is why I write about it. My character is the one in the first person.

The next thing I knew I was hearing voices in my head. "Must have been dreaming" I thought to myself. Then I woke to a series of images which made no sense. Some of the people I saw were familiar but in a way I did not know. Some of the time I saw the back of someone who was kissing me. It had to be me with the black hair. I knew but it was blurry like someone had put glasses on my eyes.

There was knock at the door and an old man wearing a grey suit and a younger man wearing a dark suit walked in. The man had grey hair brushed back and had an air about which cried 'I am the boss, rub me the wrong way and you're fired' he was also very tanned. Creepy I thought.

The younger man had black hair and had not very much of an air about him. He seemed to be like a sidekick or a lacky. He was the older mans son. Very similar to him indeed had to be.

"Hello, young lady. My name is Vince McMahon. I run the WWE with my son Shane. We would like to apologise to you personally for what happened last night. It was a mistake which should never had occurred in the first place. The person who hurt will be dealt with." He told me.

"What do you mean dealt with?" I asked him, sitting up properly. "He'll be fired. He should have noticed that you weren't who he was supposed to spear." I shook my head as Vince said that. "No I don't want to get anyone fired or hurt. I know it was an accident. I was pretty much roughed up beforehand anyway. What he did just tipped me over the edge with pain."

"I am grateful that you feel like that." He smiled. "But I feel like I must offer you something in return. Name what you want." I thought about that for a moment. "I want a job." I told him. He nodded. "Well I think we can arrange for that. When you are up to it you will report to my scouting agent. He is always interested in looking for new talent and will be available shortly. He shall assess where you can work." I nodded.

"Good day Miss- sorry I do not know your last name." He told me. "Naia" I said back. "Good day Miss Naia." Both he and his son walked away and closed the door behind them.

I tried to get up and found that I could. Yesterday I could not even move. What the heck I thought. How am I moving after the all the injuries I had? I started making my way out of the bed I was in. I almost collapsed on the floor but managed to keep my balance. By using the railing that was on the bed I was able to make it to the chair in the corner of the room.

I thought whatever had hurt had not done too much damage to my body apparently. I was just thinking back to the nice guy who helped me last night. 'Cena' he was the only one who actually did anything and now the prospect of seeing him again was good. I wanted to thank him.

Later that day the doctors were amazed by my recovery and said I was well enough to be discharged. I went to a local hotel and booked in. I went into the elevator and got onto the tenth floor. Big hotel I thought. I walked to my room. 1023. Got in there and threw myself on the bed. Smelt the sheets. I felt safe for a while. 'Who knows how long that will last'.

I got up again and headed for the shower. Took of my jacket and dress and made my way into hot spray. After a having a good long soak I felt even better. I looked around for my clothes and found they were gone. I had found that there was a complimentary bathrobe. So I put it on over the towel I had put over my skin.

I heard a knock on the door. "Housekeeping." I picked up the robe and put it on. I looked out of the hole in the door and found there was a man dressed in a uniform. As soon as I was organised and ready to let him in I went and opened the door.

He had a cart with him and there was some food on it. It might have been an early lunch. "Compliments of Mr McMahon." "Thank you" I asked and gave him a tip. "Have a nice day." He left the door as I closed it. After I ate lunch, I called room service. "Hello this is the guest in room 1023, my clothes have gone missing. Could you find out where they are for me please?" The receptionist told me that she would have people look for them. I thanked the receptionist and ended the call.

I dried my hair and took a look in the mirror. 'Big improvement' I thought to myself. I called room service again and this time asked if they could get someone to buy me some clothes. I let them know how old I was and what kind of things I liked. They said they would send someone right away. So within the hour with some new clothes for me, there was a selection which was good.

Some jogging gear, a few pairs of jeans of course were black, some skirts, lots of tops, three dresses and at least 6 pairs of shoes. They had found my dress and jacket and they had been cleaned and the shoes I had had been polished. "Thanks." I gave them the card I had with me. For some reason I had it I didn't know why.

He charged the card and gave it back. "Have a nice day." He nodded and left. I looked over all the clothes I had just received. After about half an hour I opted for a black skirt which was knee length and a red top with no sleeves. Also I wore a pair of black boots. I brushed my hair into a ponytail behind my back.

I decided to leave the room so I could take in the sights. Maybe if I got a good position in the WWE I would be able to see all kinds of cool things. Maybe who knew. At the moment I decided to go to the stadium again so that I could see him again. He helped me and I owed him a thank you. What will happen? I will find out soon.