Through the years me and my best friend Jamie…had grown up together…we meet when we were 5…while I was in New York City, she was in Manhattan…and her folks would bring her to see me on the weekends…or they come get me and I'd stay with them for the weekend…Currently we are living in a 2 bedroom 1 bathroom apt. with my Male Rotwieler Seeing Eye dog Sneaker Pimp…Cause he is always busted sleeping with or eating our sneakers…
Okay so you know my name Samantha Berg…most people call me Sami…I'm 23 years old…5'10" and 125 lbs. I have brownish-blonde hair to my waist and brown eyes…
Jaime and I had started watching Monday Night WWE (World Wrestling Entertainment) wrestling religiously…as of late…Well I listened more, then watched for obvious reasons. On a hunch and a dare from Jamie, I applied for a writer's position with the WWE…I laughed the whole way to the post office to mail in my resume and application.
About a week later, we were sitting in the living room…and Sneaker jumped up and started growling…while he was leaning against me…I said, "James, someone must be coming to the door…" I called Jaime, James all the time…She said, "Yea, I can hear a couple of voices." All of a sudden there was a knock on the door…Sneaker let out a couple of barks as Jaime headed for the front door and said, "Oh pipe down Pimp." She opened the door and said, "Holy Shit." I said, "James…what's going on?" Jaime said, "Uh…Sami you're never going to believe this in a million years." I said, "Girl…don't make me send Sneaker over there after your ass…just tell me."
Jaime said, "Well, for starters…remember when you laughed your ass off all the way to the post office last week…thinking you wouldn't never hear from the WWE?" I said, "Yes." She said, "Well, someone's here from the WWE to I believe interview you for a job." I said, "Girl…stop." Jaime said, "I'm serious…we've known each other for 17 years…I highly doubt there here to interview me as a valet for someone…" I said, "Well, don't just stand there with your mouth hanging open…and doing your best impression of a fish, invite who ever it is in…ya dork." She said, "Please do come in Ma'am…" The man walked in with his cocky attitude…and Jamie showed him to the living room…and as I stood up, Jamie said, "Samantha Berg, I'd like you to meet Linda McMahon."
I grabbed Jamie arm because I almost fell over…and said, "James…you didn't tell me it was Mrs. McMahon…" Linda spoke up and said, "Just call me Linda honey…this is just a very informal meeting…we know we already want to hire you…we know about your disability…but as soon as we started calling your contacts…they all reassured us, we'd be getting on hell of a writer if we hired you…I just came to meet you…and invite you to the Royal Rumble Pay Per-View tomorrow night, here in New York City, at Madison Square Garden…You can bring whom ever you like…we have special seating for you a friend and also I'm assuming your seeing eye dog.."
I said, "Sneaker?" She said, "Is that his name? He's quite adorable…and quite friendly." I said, "He can tell if you're nice or if you're going to hurt me…otherwise he wouldn't be letting you touch him right now…" She said, "How did you know I was petting him?" I said, "I can hear your bracelet jingle a little as you pet him…" Jamie said, "His name is Sneaker Pimp…cause he's always running off with out sneakers." Linda giggled a little…and said, "So would you like to be our guest tomorrow night?" I said, "Absolutely…"