Chapter 11: Sneaking behind Bradshaw's back
I woke early the next morning. As Bradshaw slept, I showered, changed, and packed my things. I left a note beside Bradshaw's head that said simply "Don't' worry about me. I'll be fine." I grabbed my bags and tiptoed out of the room. I stood in the hallway, thinking to myself. * I came here to make sure he was all right. All I've done is make things worse. I can't leave him like this. * I walked to the end of the hallway before stopping to take out my cell phone.
The phone on the other end of the line rang twice before a man's voice answered. After a brief conversation, my plan was set. Sure, what I was doing was sneaky, going behind Bradshaw's back. But I was convinced that it was all for the best. * If he knew what I was up to, he'd never agree. * I left the hotel and hailed a taxi to the airport.
A few hours later I arrived at the Providence Civic Center. I stopped on my way to ask how to get to Mr. Flair's office. I could see the placard with his name on it from down the hall. I knocked on the door and a man's voice told me to enter. I did so and closed the door behind me. Mr. Flair was seated in an armchair across the room. He stood as I entered the room.
"Samantha." Mr. Flair greeted me with a wide smile across his face. "I'm so glad to see you." He crossed the room and hugged me gently.
"Hello, Mr. Flair."
"Please, it's Ric. How are you doing? What did the doctor say?" Ric asked, seemingly concerned.
"I'm good. Thank you for asking. I had some stitches and a concussion. It'll hurt for a while, but it's not all that bad." I answered.
"I am terribly sorry for what happened. I take full responsibility for your injuries."
"Really, there's no need. I'm fine."
"Please, Samantha, have a seat." He motioned to one of the armchairs." I must say I'm glad you weren't hurt too badly. I'm even happier to hear that you're not going to let what happened on RAW prevent you from joining the WWE." He continued as he sat in a chair across from me.
"I've dreamed of this my whole life. I'm grateful for the opportunity."
"Well, let me fill you in on my plans for you. I'd like you to be Bradshaw's valet again tonight. He's insisted on a match against Xpac. Now, I don't want you to worry about anything. I've scheduled a company-wide meeting for this afternoon. Any wrestler that touches you or interferes in this match will be immediately be put on an indefinite suspension. After tonight's match, Xpac is suspended until further notice. Then, I'm sending you to our training facility in Connecticut for a few weeks. At that point we'll sit down and see what's happening with storylines and how we can work you back in."
"That sounds great, Mr. Flair. I can't wait to get started." I was so excited. Knowing that my ultimate dream was coming true was almost too much. More than that, I wasn't going home and last night wouldn't be the last time I'd see Bradshaw.
"We're glad to have you as a part of the WWE, Sam." Mr. Flair smiled. "I've already notified wardrobe to expect you."
"Alright. Then I'll get to it." I rose from the chair and extended my hand to Mr. Flair to shake his hand. "Thank you again, Mr. Flair."
I woke early the next morning. As Bradshaw slept, I showered, changed, and packed my things. I left a note beside Bradshaw's head that said simply "Don't' worry about me. I'll be fine." I grabbed my bags and tiptoed out of the room. I stood in the hallway, thinking to myself. * I came here to make sure he was all right. All I've done is make things worse. I can't leave him like this. * I walked to the end of the hallway before stopping to take out my cell phone.
The phone on the other end of the line rang twice before a man's voice answered. After a brief conversation, my plan was set. Sure, what I was doing was sneaky, going behind Bradshaw's back. But I was convinced that it was all for the best. * If he knew what I was up to, he'd never agree. * I left the hotel and hailed a taxi to the airport.
A few hours later I arrived at the Providence Civic Center. I stopped on my way to ask how to get to Mr. Flair's office. I could see the placard with his name on it from down the hall. I knocked on the door and a man's voice told me to enter. I did so and closed the door behind me. Mr. Flair was seated in an armchair across the room. He stood as I entered the room.
"Samantha." Mr. Flair greeted me with a wide smile across his face. "I'm so glad to see you." He crossed the room and hugged me gently.
"Hello, Mr. Flair."
"Please, it's Ric. How are you doing? What did the doctor say?" Ric asked, seemingly concerned.
"I'm good. Thank you for asking. I had some stitches and a concussion. It'll hurt for a while, but it's not all that bad." I answered.
"I am terribly sorry for what happened. I take full responsibility for your injuries."
"Really, there's no need. I'm fine."
"Please, Samantha, have a seat." He motioned to one of the armchairs." I must say I'm glad you weren't hurt too badly. I'm even happier to hear that you're not going to let what happened on RAW prevent you from joining the WWE." He continued as he sat in a chair across from me.
"I've dreamed of this my whole life. I'm grateful for the opportunity."
"Well, let me fill you in on my plans for you. I'd like you to be Bradshaw's valet again tonight. He's insisted on a match against Xpac. Now, I don't want you to worry about anything. I've scheduled a company-wide meeting for this afternoon. Any wrestler that touches you or interferes in this match will be immediately be put on an indefinite suspension. After tonight's match, Xpac is suspended until further notice. Then, I'm sending you to our training facility in Connecticut for a few weeks. At that point we'll sit down and see what's happening with storylines and how we can work you back in."
"That sounds great, Mr. Flair. I can't wait to get started." I was so excited. Knowing that my ultimate dream was coming true was almost too much. More than that, I wasn't going home and last night wouldn't be the last time I'd see Bradshaw.
"We're glad to have you as a part of the WWE, Sam." Mr. Flair smiled. "I've already notified wardrobe to expect you."
"Alright. Then I'll get to it." I rose from the chair and extended my hand to Mr. Flair to shake his hand. "Thank you again, Mr. Flair."