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Just a Family Friend?
1 Chapter 3: Diva for a Day
Once Mr. Flair had left the room, I turned back to Bradshaw, "Are you crazy? Me . . . a diva? Obviously, you've taken too many shots to the head." I was practically screaming at him . . . but why? I had dreamed of being a diva my whole life, and here was my chance.
"Sam, for as long as I've known you, you have wanted to be a part of the WWF. I thought you'd be excited." Bradshaw's face expressed his confusion.
"You're right, but before it was just a dream and everything in my dream was perfect. In reality, more than a million things could go wrong. Besides, I don't know how to wrestle. I've never been in a match before." I tried to explain my fear.
"Sammy, you're going to be just fine. Nothing is going to go wrong and you don't have to worry about wrestling. You're just going to walk down to the ring with me, stand in my corner, and cheer me on. If, by some chance, it looks like someone is going to involve you in the match, I'll make sure you stay out of it. I would never let you get hurt." Bradshaw said, trying to reassure me.
"Oh, I know that Bradshaw. I feel completely safe with you. It's just that most of the time, the divas get involved in the matches and I don't know what Mr. Flair had in mind." I paused and began again. "What if I trip walking down the ramp and make an idiot of myself?" I looked at the floor, a bit embarrassed by the thought of it actually happening, and a bit embarrassed by how childish the concern sounded."
Bradshaw placed his hand under my chin and turned my face to look him in the face. "Well, we have plenty of time before the arena opens. We can get you to wardrobe and then spend some time practicing walking the ramp. Maybe then you'll feel a little more comfortable. You have nothing to worry about, I'll be right there beside you."
Bradshaw has this way about him that makes it seem like everything will work out for the best. "Okay, I'll be a diva for a day. But only because you think I should." I conceded and hugged him, resting my head on his broad chest.
"Good, I'm glad. You're going to love it."
"So, I should get to wardrobe." I said, releasing Bradshaw.
Just a Family Friend?
1 Chapter 3: Diva for a Day
Once Mr. Flair had left the room, I turned back to Bradshaw, "Are you crazy? Me . . . a diva? Obviously, you've taken too many shots to the head." I was practically screaming at him . . . but why? I had dreamed of being a diva my whole life, and here was my chance.
"Sam, for as long as I've known you, you have wanted to be a part of the WWF. I thought you'd be excited." Bradshaw's face expressed his confusion.
"You're right, but before it was just a dream and everything in my dream was perfect. In reality, more than a million things could go wrong. Besides, I don't know how to wrestle. I've never been in a match before." I tried to explain my fear.
"Sammy, you're going to be just fine. Nothing is going to go wrong and you don't have to worry about wrestling. You're just going to walk down to the ring with me, stand in my corner, and cheer me on. If, by some chance, it looks like someone is going to involve you in the match, I'll make sure you stay out of it. I would never let you get hurt." Bradshaw said, trying to reassure me.
"Oh, I know that Bradshaw. I feel completely safe with you. It's just that most of the time, the divas get involved in the matches and I don't know what Mr. Flair had in mind." I paused and began again. "What if I trip walking down the ramp and make an idiot of myself?" I looked at the floor, a bit embarrassed by the thought of it actually happening, and a bit embarrassed by how childish the concern sounded."
Bradshaw placed his hand under my chin and turned my face to look him in the face. "Well, we have plenty of time before the arena opens. We can get you to wardrobe and then spend some time practicing walking the ramp. Maybe then you'll feel a little more comfortable. You have nothing to worry about, I'll be right there beside you."
Bradshaw has this way about him that makes it seem like everything will work out for the best. "Okay, I'll be a diva for a day. But only because you think I should." I conceded and hugged him, resting my head on his broad chest.
"Good, I'm glad. You're going to love it."
"So, I should get to wardrobe." I said, releasing Bradshaw.