Disclamer: I don't own any of the wrestlers or storylines that are currently in play in the WWE. I am simply perverting them for my own pleasure. Don't sue my all you'll get is thirty bucks and a couple of boxes of art supplies. Oh, and my people are mine. Don't steal, I bite. Ciao.
As soon as I got off the plane the first thing I did was take a deep breath...then cough. Man how I love St. Louis. It's been so long since I've been home it isn't even funny. I mean I did four years of Indy's, traveling constantly...then when I was approached by the WWE for a developmental contract at OVW I immediately took everything I had (including Meghan) and shuffled down to Louisville. Yannow I never did get why they called it Ohio Valley Wrestling...it isn't even in Ohio, I mean seriously.
"RENEE MEGHAN TONGAY!" Yelled a masculine voice from across the luggage pickup
"DADDY!" Screamed...well, me actually as I forgot all about luggage and took off across the 'port.
"Damn girl its been to long," said Meghan's father and the only man who'd ever acted the part for me "nice hair by the way...you ever gonna go back to dying it red for your old man...even a little?"
I just laughed and hugged him around the middle. Being as that's as high as I can reach on the man. Jim Rogerson, the man who has been my father figure since middle school is around 6"4' and still about 250 of muscle at sixty. As opposed to yours truly who stands at 5"5' and weighs maybe 150 soaking wet. I mean yeah, I could probably kick his ass in a fight, but I'm over thirty years younger, a helluva lot faster and a trained martial artist and professional wrestler...and I'd still barely take him out. Get the idea? Moving on.
"Wow Dad, how are you? How's James? Are she and Bree still together? You and Linda Married yet? How's my...mmpfh" I almost strangled my self on the rest of my sentence as he put a hand over my mouth to shut me up.
"I'm good. SHe's great. Yes, and still quite happily so. No, but we're engaged. And that damn dog is just fine.''He responded already knowing I'd ask about Rio Muchacha. "Now get your shit or point it out to me, and lets get you home mkay. The whole gang's at the house to great you."
I swear I almost skipped going to get my bags. Not that a pink hair midget would look any stranger if she skipped, especially after the spectacle I'd just made of myself, but hey...whatever.
By the time we had put my stuff in the truck, gotten some burgers at McD's and actually gotten to Dad's I realized it was nearing two A.M and I'd been up since eight the day before. Wow. I walked in went straight to the room me and Meghan shared and slept. I knew nothing more til morning.
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At around eight I drug my stanky ass outta bed and dug threw my duffel for some clothes. Then it was straight into the shower with me. Dear Lord I really hate not showering after plane rides...it makes me feel...I dunno. Icky, maybe? Who knows or cares. A little under an hour later I emerged in a puff of steam in a pair of basketball shorts, slung low on my hips, and a black and yellow swim suit. I was definitely using the pool today before my meeting with the boss. It seems, James and Brea had the same idea as I saw the happy couple on the back deck sunbathing.
"OHMIGOD! Jamie Marie Rogerson, why didn't you tell me you were pregnant!" I yelled at the top of my lungs
"Renee Meghan Tongay, why didn't you tell us you were getting called to the WWE." stated James' partner calmly "We had to find out from Meg that you were even coming over today."
"Oh...yeah" I shut up . Completely cowed. Bree-Bree is the only person, male or female, who can shut me up so quickly. "I guess I was just so scary-excited that I didn't really know what to do or who to tell, yannow?"
"Yes well, I'll buy that but I'd appreciate if you didn't yell at my fiance"
"Wait...what" I was seriously out of the loop "Fiance? and why is she pregnant. No offense Bree, but you aint got the equipment."
"Yeah Ren, I know. We got engaged six months ago and decided we wanted a child. We spoke to one of our friends and he offered to be a sperm donor."
Somehow I got the thought that they were hiding something form me.
"And who would that be..."
"Your brother Preston."
"PRESTON! The same Preston that didn't talk to either of you after you came out? How do these things happen!" I was completely in shock. When Bree and James came out to the world instead of just to the family five years ago they met with decent reactions from everyone concerned. Except preston. My brother...my biological brother. Like part of the people that didn't support my decision to wrestle. We hadn't spoken since I moved out eight years ago. But anyway. As far as I knew he didn't speak to them still. "What, exactly happened?"
"Actually Renny" this from James who was finally putting her two cents in (knew it was only a matter of time) "Preston approached us after a year of not speaking and said he was sorry. he didn't so much as disagree with out decision. He was just upset that we hadn't trusted him enough to tell him earlier."
Wow. I can't even say it Just think it. Wow. "Okay. That's new..."
The girls looked at me sympathetically.
"Maybe we should swim. I've got a meeting at Noon."
They nodded, "alright Renny. You and Bree go ahead. Our little Wren is pushing on my bladder again" She kissed her lifemate and walked away.
"Your naming her after me?" I asked starting to tear up.
"Who else Renee. You've been there for me and James more than anyone. Even if you weren't here in body, the phone calls at two a.m...Just everything. And it's not that we're naming her Renee. It Wren. W-R-E-N. Like the little bird." "I love you girls all three of you." And with that I promptly burst into happy tears and hugged her. After that announcement, I was suddenly not nearly as worried about my meeting.
Man I love my family.
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After I showered, again, and attempted to style my mane of hair, I realized something. I didn't know what to wear.
"JAMES! BREE-BREE! HELP ME!" I then collapsed onto my bed and waited for my Knights in shining poolwear.
"Don't know what to wear huh, Ren?"
"Do I ever?" To which they just laughed and looked though my suitcases.
"Wear this" Said James
"Ooooh! And this!" Replied a slightly more excited Breeana.
I stood and looked at what they picked. A set of black cargos and a lime green pair of nets under a pink tank. Perfect as always. As I opened my mouth to thank them they just smiled and said 'you're welcome' and left. So maybe its not everyday clothes for most people. But hey. I'm not most people. I mean I've played some odd roles in various Feds, and some of its rubbed off on me. Whateva. I slipped into my flip-flops, wrapped a rainbow scarf around my head making sure I covered everything, told James I was borrowing the mustang and headed out to the Lou'.
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So after getting halfway there and turning around to get my sport bag...I was finally pulling into the parking lot of the Savvis Center. The bigger of the two sports arenas in St. Louis. Now I just had to find the offices. Apparently they had given the wrestler's three days in the arena to practice their matches and shit instead of the usual two. Doesn't bother me. More time to work with my new ally. If he's here yet. Mr. Mcmahon said something about making waves with the viewers. We'll see I suppose. Time to go. Now the only problem is, getting in, which means finding the...oomph.
"Hey watch it buddy" I snapped as I ran into a wall of humanity. My only response was a deep bass chuckle. I knew that laugh anywhere. "DAVE!" I hollered "Well, don't just stand there big man, help me get my ass off the ground willya?"
"Yeah, sure thing Midge." said the big man giving me a hand. "When did you get called up?"
"Wednesday actually. Said they needed someone to ally with a talent they have returning. Hell if I know who though." Then I got confused."I thought you switched brands. I know this is the place for Raw and I've been watching you...you got shifted out."
"Yeah...about that. I got asked to return since Paul won't be working for a while. Seems Mrs. McMahon-Levesque is popping out a mini-paul."
"Really?" I was dumbstruck "So wait. Could you be the returning talent I'm working with?"
"Did they mention changing your image?"
"No. Actually he told me to stick to what I'd been doing since I left Synn, alothough I think that's just a nice way to say, we're changing all your clothes!"
"Then there's no way in Hell. Unless we went back to our old gimmick in OVW " In OVW I had been Leviathon's keeper, meaning I held his leash and gave him orders for Synn. "I doubt we'll be partners. Enemy's..." He shrugged his massive shoulders "Thats and idea that may have merit"
"Well if I don't get to my meeting I'll never know. Do me a favor and show me to Bossmans office?"
"Not a problem...Midge." God I hate that nickname. I mean, its not my fault the man's a freakin behemouth.
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The way we walk it took nearly twenty minutes to get to the big man's office. Luckily I'd got here early enough that i still wasn't late. Dave had waved and chatted up a few people in the halls as we walked, but the big ogre never introduced me to anyone. But that didn't matter. I was a little too nervous to talk anyway.
"You ready champ?" asked dave as we stood by Vince's office.
"Ready as I'll ever be Davey."
"Good luck Renny" And with that he was away. I took a deep breathe and knocked on the door with McMahons name on it.
"Come on in" Said an easily recognizable voice from behind the door. br>As I entered I wiped my hands on my jeans and checked the scark over my stupid hair.
"Mr. mcMahon, You said you wanted to see me at noon to discuss story lines?" Good Lord I've never been this nervous!
"OH! Renee, Its wonderful to see you...and please call me Vince. If you can handle being Daves keeper then you can talk to me" He said bringing up my OVW gimmick. He was trying to help me relax and thankfully it helped. I walked in and took a seat in one of the chairs in front of the desk he was sitting behind. "Now." He said looking me in the eye, "I have an idea for a storyline I want you in. Your look would do well I think. Your wrestling style should work as a good counterpoint being as your partner is more grounded. Did you dye your hair again?" I nodded "Good. You'll have relatively colorful wrestling gear. But your other wear will be a bit more dismal. May I ask what colors it is now?"
"I changed it to pink, with black and purple streaks. I was getting sick of green and orange and blue" He nodded
"Well, no worries there. Oh, and we'll be keeping the whole the revenge/take care of the underdog thing you were doing in OVW ."
I simply nodded and motioned for him to continue.
"We'll probably change your name to something darker than Callypso, thats just a little too..."
"Happy?"
"Well that'll work as good as any word. So yes too Happy." He had a glint in his eye that had to mean he had an idea.
"Mr McM...I mean Vince. You seem to have an Idea..."
" Why yes miss Renee.."
"Ren, Please"
"Ren, it is then. I have a name I think will ft perfectly." He just sat there smiling and I couldn't help but smile back
"And that name would be what sir..."
"Callysto!" He seemed so excited. "its close enough to your old name that you won't have problems, the character will be a little more...brutal with the bad guys then sweet Callypso was. Its still an unusual name for an unusual character, but it isn't so sweet or happy sounding."
I simply nodded. His amusement was infectious and I was grinning like an idiot
"Good that's settled. Here's your schedule, most of your screen time will be ad-lib so you don't really need a script. But that shouldn't be a problem for you." I nodded again "Good I'll see you tomorrow at the rehearsal."
"Um, Mr Mcmahon I have one question..."
"And what would that be Ren?"
"I hate to be rude, but who the Hell am I working with?"
"Oh I thought I forgot something." He picked up a phone and dialed a few digits. "Okay, yes. Get here immediately. I don't care if you like it. Good." Oh great my partner, doesn't want a partner. "He's up the hall give him a moment." As it was it was several moments and Vince and I simply made small talk. All of a sudden the door swung open and I heard a not so happy voice with a gruff southern accent tell Vince to get this over with. Vince's happy smile immediately changed into a mask of expressionlessness.
"Sit down. NOW!" He boomed as I did my best not to jump.
"I'm sorry Vince I'm just on Edge" I humorless laugh "No pun intended. But this is a little stressful for me. You understand?"
"Yes I do, however, I want you to meet your new...ally. If you will." He motioned for me to stand as the other fellow still hasn't sat. Standing there in Camo Cargos and a black skull tank was my future partner and boy was I shocked. I thought he was fired!
"Ren, meet your partner. Matt Hardy. Matt this is Ren or Callysto as you'll know her."
Holy Shit. This is gonna be nuts.
So...how am I doing so far? Please tell me...reveiw!