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CHAPTER 9: THE NEW GIRL: PART 2
I had three voice mails: one from Shane wishing me good luck, one from the boys begging me to bring home presents and one from dad cursing me for promoting Aimee before he could fire her. We grabbed our bags at the luggage carousel and argued with the Hertz sales rep for an hour about getting a rental.
By 7p.m., we were on way to the arena.
"Oh man, this is so exciting! We're going to get to meet all the RAW superstars! Did you know that Stone Cold Steve Austin is hosting the new season of Tough Enough? Oh man, he's so much tougher and sexier than that Al Snow ever was…oh look, we're here!"
I flashed my credentials to the security guard and we parked behind the arena. We were instructed to go through the back door to the arena. Aimee and I left the quietness of the parking lot for the chaos that was in the arena.
People were frantically running all over the place, either in costumes or half naked.
"Shall we?" I gestured towards Aimee. We made our way through the mass chaos, looking for Michael Mizanin, the guy who was supposed to show me around for a couple of weeks.
"Michael Mizanin? Helloooo, does anyone know Michael Mizanin?"
No one seemed to notice or care that Aimee and I were lost. I hurled myself at one guy who had come running down the hallway.
"Do you know who Michael Mizanin is and if so, can you tell me where he is."
"Down the hall, take a left, lady."
"Uh, thanks."
"Whatever, lady."
We went down the hall and to the left which led us to a room with a sign that read:
MALE LOCKER ROOM
I could hear shouting from behind the closed door.
"Should we knock?" Aimee asked, timidly.
I knocked as hard as I could but there was no answer. I banged as hard as I could a second time.
The door opened slowly 5 minutes later and a heavily chiseled guy with six pack abs and shoulder length black hair answered the door.
"Can I help you?" he asked, coldly.
"I'm looking for Michael Mizanin." I said, just as coldly.
The man scoffed and closed the door. Aimee and I waited and waited…and waited some more.
I was pissed and about to knock again when the door opened and a man stepped out. He was dressed in a black shirt that said "I'm Awesome" and what looked like swimmer's trunks. He wore some out of fashion boots and held a gold belt over his shoulder with a large W on the front.
"Are you Michael Mizanin?"
"Who wants to know?"
"I do. I'm Aubrey, the PR girl for RAW. You're supposed to show me the ropes for a few weeks. This is Aimee, my assistant."
The man scoffed at me. "Show you around, are you serious? I'm the fucking WWE Champion, bitch."
He laughed at the look of horror on my face. "Hey, Alex, wait till you hear this one…" he shouted, slamming the door in our faces.
I growled and threw myself against the door. The door gave and I fell into the room. About 30 men screamed at once. I picked myself up off the floor and stormed inside the locker room amid screams and gasps. I swear men aren't what they used to be nowadays.
I found Michael Mizanin standing next to a guy, laughing. I yanked his arm and threw him against the lockers.
"LISTEN UP, YOU FUCKER! JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE THE FUCKING WWE CHAMPION DOES NOT GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO BRUSH ME OFF LIKE THAT!"
"Look, boys, the little girl is mad. Are you going to cry little girl?" he mockingly asked, the guy next to him roaring with laughter.
I started punching and hitting Michael as hard as I could but I was no match for him. He simply picked me up and threw me over shoulder, carrying me towards the door, laughing all the way.
"YOU FUCKER PUT ME DOWN!"
"HEY BOYS, SHOULD I PUT HER DOWN OR SPANK HER FOR BEING A NAUGHTY LITTLE GIRL?"
The boys shouted "SPANK HER!" in unison and Michael started laughing harder than ever. Michael threw me on the floor and rolled me over. I felt my pants being pulled down and a draft hit my bare ass.
I started screaming again but my screams were lost amid the "SPANK HER" chants in the locker room. Michael raised his hand when the door sprung open.
"DO IT AND DIE MIZ!" a male voice growled.
Michael or Miz, whomever, stopped, hand mid air, and turned around.
"Hunter, you made it." Michael said weakly.
"Unfortunately for you, I did, Miz. Move, asshole."
Hunter walked over to me and hoisted me up. I pulled my pants up and Aimee came running from the back.
"Aubrey, you ok girl? I just about killed the boy with the grapes for balls in the back. He felt my left boob."
I let out a small laugh. "I'm fine, Aimee. Aimee, this is Hunter. Hunter this is Aimee, my PR assistant." Hunter and Aimee shook hands.
Hunter looked around the locker and growled. Suddenly, every guy had somewhere to go and something to do. To say the crowd dispersed quickly was an understatement.
"Well, I should be going" Michael said, running for the door.
"Not so fast, Miz. I think you and Alex owe Miss Aubrey and her friend, Aimee, an apology."
Michael looked liked he wanted to be anywhere else but here.
"I'm…sorry, Aubrey." Michaels said, stiffly.
I raised my eyebrow at him.
"Now get out of here." Hunter growled.
Alex, Michaels' friend, came limping from the back, holding his grapes. He saw Aimee and tried to run but only hurt himself more.
"Hey, Aubrey, nice to see you again." Hunter said, smiling.
"Hey yourself." I said, returning the smile.
"Did you get my letter?" Hunter asked, shyly.
"Yes, yes I did." I looked away. I felt awful because I completely forgot about the letter. It was stuffeed somewhere in my purse.
A guy with a headset stuck his head in the room.
"Hunter, you're due in the ring in 5."
"Thanks, Bill. Aubrey, let's talk later."
"Ok. Hunter, can I ask you a favor?"
"Sure, anything."
"After the show is over can you introduce me to the roster and force Michael or Miz, whatever the hell his name is, to show me the ropes for the next couple of weeks?"
Hunter smiled. "I'd love to."
Aimee and I ushered ourselves out of the locker room and found a relatively quiet hallway a few halls down.
We sat on the floor and I rummaged through my purse, looking for the letter. It was at the bottom, all crumbled up.
Dear Aubrey:
I had a wonderful time at dinner last night. To say what happened was a once in a lifetime occurrence is an understatement. Just watching you kick Stephanie's ass gave me the biggest boner of my life. I swear, I thought I was going to come in my pants when you shoved her head in the dirty toilet bowl. I was informed by the attorneys not to speak of the incident and never to return there but the memories of that night will stay with me forever. If it isn't too much, I would love for us to have dinner again sometime soon. Please let me know what your feelings are about us. I know what I feel is more than just friendship. Hopefully, we can have something more than friendship in the future.
Hunter
I banged my head against the wall. This wasn't my intention at all. Sure, Hunter was a nice guy but I wasn't attracted to him and I only had dinner with him just to piss Stephanie off, which I did. My father's word rang in my ears:
"You will not, under any circumstances, become personally involved with any of the wrestlers."
This was going to be a long year.
HUNTER'S POV
She didn't read the letter.
I could tell from the look on her face that she had forgotten about it.
She was the complete opposite of Stephanie.
She will be mine.
MIZ'S POV
As I walked away from the Titatron, I kept an eye out for her but she never surfaced.
I swear that bitch gave me a boner when she attacked me. I almost came in my wrestling trunks when she punched me.
She's stunning and has great looking tits to top it off.
I'm going to fuck her. I'm going to fuck her so hard till she screams my name in ecstasy.
She will be mine.
A/N: It looks like Hunter might have some competition.
