A/N; omg I am so sorry for leaving you all hanging for months. I'm back and if i ever plan not to post i'll update to HIATUS i promise. Sorry this is so short i just wanted to put something up for all of those who follow this story and hopefully those who decide to join this adventure, i love all of my bbs
Ch. 9 - Get Ready, Get Set, Go
Ali walked down the hallway, noticing how everyone did a double take- or watched her walk past. The hair and make-up girl told her to go down to a dressing room, saying how they had a specific outfit pre-picked for her. She felt nervous, she didn't know what they had in store for her and she prayed to the gods that it wasn't something small, tight and skimpy.
She could feel the eyes on her as black brown and purple curls cascaded like a waterfall, rippling down her back as they swayed with each step. Ali could feel the weight of the hairspray, as if it was reminding her that this was all new. Blinking every few seconds, not used to the heavy eye make-up or fake lashes, she almost missed Luis.
"Almost ready me amigo?" Luis leaned against the wall, she could feel his gaze through the mesh eyes of the mask.
"Just gotta go whore it up, or at least that's probably what they'll make me wear." Ali pouted a little, she wanted to wear her staff hoody, leggings and converse.
"They may surprise you." Luis watched as Ali smiled and walked off down the bleak hallway.
It didn't take her even five more minutes to reach a door that read 'Dressing' in big white letters outlined in red. Typical WWE writing. She waited a moment before knocking on the door.
She could hear murmuring coming from the other side of the door. The door clicked open and a male head popped into the crack.
"Can I help you princess?" The man rubbed his beard, every word was soaked with sarcasm and annoyance.
"It's not princess you dumbass, I'm here to get dressed, as that is what this room is for. Not for sexual exploitation." Ali glared at the man, but couldn't help but smirk.
"And what then, may I call you?" His eyes twinkled, the smirk stayed as he chewed on the small metal that wrapped his lip in an anaconda vice.
"Sucks to suck." Ali narrowed her eyes, then smiled brightly, "Please let me get dressed for the upcoming promo, as Stephanie won't be pleased with these clothes." She couldn't help but chew on her lip the same way he did.
"Ah, see here princess, I don't do what I'm told. I hear a rule and every bit of me screams to go against it." Nonetheless he stepped back, opening the door just wide enough for her to squeeze through.
"Thank you." Ali walked past, driving her shoulder against his as she past him.
"The names CM Punk, most call me Punk though. I like you kiddo." He chuckled to himself and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Ali walked around the room, looking for whoever Punk was with. She grunted out in frustration when she couldn't find anybody. She walked over the 'The Shield' clothing rack and felt the rough fabric of the vests, the light weight of the cargo pants and soft black shirts. They really went out in quality with their clothing. Not seeing any female clothing there she moved to Sin Caras and played with the extremely elastic like fabric. All of her questions and wonderings about how the men and divas moved around in the ring vanished. The clothing didn't seem as restricting as her original thoughts made her out to believe. She kept walking around the room until she saw a rack labeled 'promos'. She sifted through the numerous outfits until she saw a hanger with her name looped on it.
She pulled the hanger off the hook and scanned the contents. A sapphire spandex shirt paired with matching coloured shorts. Ali frowned, this was a ring outfit.
"Can I help you?" A tall women with fiery red hair and painted skin walked up to her.
"Um yea, I'm supposed to get dressed for a promo but these aren't trainer clothing..." Ali trailed off.
"Well, looks like you got an early surprise. It was a setup, you're starting off as a manager, and they changed the story line. I'm guessing you are Aria? And if so I'm your mentor, Lita." Ali gawked at the women in front of her. How did she not recognize the powerful women?
"oh my god." Ali was speechless.
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