Chapter 3: Who are you?

"Okay, so obviously I have some explaining to do..." I trailed off as I spoke to Nick. After RAW, Nick caught up with me and offered to drive me back to the hotel everyone was staying at in his rental car instead of getting a cab.

"Not really. I'm just kind of confused," he said, climbing into the drivers seat and starting the navy blue 2014 Dodge Charger.

"Well, to be honest, I'm a bit confused too," I said, buckling in.

"What are you confused about?"

"Well, what are you confused about?"

"I'm confused about you," he said, looking over at me.

"What do you wanna know?" I asked, cocking one eyebrow.

That cute infamous grin he had revealed itself as he chuckled. "I want to know who you are. How old are you? Where did you even come from? I've never seen you until today."

"Well Nick," I spoke "I'm twenty two, born January 20. I'm originally from Belleview, Florida. Y'know, by Ocala?"

"Oh yeah. I know where. That explains your ring music," he said a bit slower, as if he was sorting everything in his brain. "But wait. That still doesn't explain why you weren't in NXT."

"About that..." I said trailing off. "Wait. My turn for questions."

He lifted his eyebrows, motioning for me to continue.

"Why are you being so nice to me? How old are you? Are you always this nice to knew talent?"

"I'm thirty-four. 80s baby all the way!" he said with a chuckle at his own humor. "I'm being nice because I liked the attitude you had in the ring. You obviously have some skill to knock two of the top Divas down with one move that kept them down. And to answer that last question, no, I usually can't stand the new talent, but you seemed like a nice kid so I decided to try my luck."

I paused for a moment, trying to collect all of my thoughts. He liked my ring persona? My skill? Is he on drugs, or is he just trying to get in my pants?

"Nick, if you're trying to get some action, it's not gonna work," I spoke, half joking, half serious, and fluffing my voluminous, long, curly brown hair.

"Oh darn," he said sarcastically. "I knew that sweetheart. I just wanna be friends. You seem like the kind of girl that a guy can have around, without her wanting to get in his pants."

"Thanks Nick. You don't seem so bad yourself. So, friends?"

"Yep. Friends." he said, nodding while his eyes stayed focused on the road. "Oh, you still dodged my question about not being in NXT. So spill."

I sighed. "Okay, I'll be honest. Remember how I said I was from Belleview?"

"Yeaaah..."

"Well, I trained at Wild Samoan Wrestling School in Minneola, which isn't that far from Belleview."

"Holy... Are you serious?! I've always wanted to visit there," he practically screamed.

"Yeah. I'm serious," I said grinning. "I've been taught by Afa and everything. And because it's the only training center is the only school sanctioned by Vince McMahon..."

"...you skipped NXT because you impressed Vince," he said in awe. "That's cute. So you mean 'the big boss' Vince personally picked you to perform?"

"Mhmm. All I know is one day, I came in and went to the 'principal's office' and he was there. Asked me if I wanted to work for WWE and offered me a two year contract."

He was silent for a couple minutes, as if he was making mental notes before he said, "We're here. And I'm taking you to my room."

I widened my eyes in shock and fear, slowling turning my head to look him in the eye.

"Not like that, goofball. I want you to meet Mike."

"Mike?"

"Mizanin? Y'know... The Miz?"

Whoops. "Oh, yeah. Sorry."

"Nah it's cool. But, uh, be warned. Miz is a flirt. Especially with good lookin' ladies like you," he said. "I mean that in a friendly way."

"Oh okay. Good. Had me worried."

He smirked and laughed as we headed inside the hotel so I could check in.

A/N: Y'all I'm so sorry. I'm late on updating, so please don't hate me. My internet went out and I had to do a school project and AHHH. Anyways... How've ya been? Don't forget to favorite and follow! I will definitely update sometime this week.