NOTE: I don't own any of the WWE superstars. I only own Kayla and myself.
"So, who do you wanna meet first?" Taker asked me as we started to walk slowly down the long hall. His arm was still around my shoulder and it was quite distracting.
"Whoever's room we get to first," I said. "I've already met you and John Cena."
"Oh, you met John, eh? Good guy," he said with a chuckle. "I'm sure he tried to hit on you."
I smiled. "Yeah, but we were just freestyling," I replied.
"Yeah, I saw your freestyle on your audition tape. I used to freestyle back in the day," he said.
I looked at him, giving him an expression that said I obviously didn't believe him. "Still got the skills?"
"I'm a bit rusty," he said.
"Let's see," I said excitedly.
"I dunno…" he said.
"Please, for me?" I said, giving him a seductive smile.
He couldn't resist. "Ok," he said. "But just a short one."
"Ready to put it down one time, Mark?"
"Yeah, here goes… This girl came into my room/ She was looking hot and sexy/ I started getting crazy hot/ My feelings started to perplex me/ I knew I was happily married/ But I felt like God had blessed me/ She sat down next to me/ And her body screamed 'sex me'!" he said.
"Nice," I said. I couldn't help but laugh because he looked so funny freestyling. I'd never imagined him being the type to freestyle!
"Thanks. But never again," he said. "My freestyling days are long over."
"It wasn't bad, really," I said. "You have a nice flow."
He laughed. "I'm gonna love having you as my valet." He squeezed my shoulder.
We came to a door. The name on it said Kane.
"Guess we're gonna meet Kane," Taker said. "Don't be scared. He might be all big and tall, but he's really a gentle giant."
"Like you," I said.
"I'm gentle…when I need to be," he said.
"Where it counts, huh?"
"Yeah, basically," he said. "But enough about me. Let's meet Kane."
He knocked on the door but didn't wait for a reply. Opening the door, we saw Kane wearing jeans and no shirt. He looked up at us, and when he saw me, he promptly stood up.
"Hi there," he said. To Taker, he asked, "Who is this?"
"She's our WWE Teen Diva," Taker said. "Her name is J."
"Nice to meet you, J, " Kane said, holding out his hand.
I shook his hand. The ice had helped my hand a great deal. "Nice to meet you, too."
"So, how old are you?" Kane wanted to know.
"I'm 17," I said.
"Ooh, jailbait," he said. He and Taker smiled at each other. Then he looked at me again. His eyes roamed freely over my body. He smiled appreciatively. "Very nice, very nice. How about we-"
Taker quickly interrupted. "Uh, we'll see you later, Kane." He practically dragged me from the room. I waved bye to Kane. He waved bye as well, and then the door shut behind us.
"Sorry about dragging you outta there so fast," he said. "But Kane… Even though he's a good guy, like most of the wrestlers here, he's always on the prowl, looking for a girl to hook up with. I won't let that be you."
"How nice of you… Is it your job to protect me while I'm here?" I asked.
"I would be honored if you wanted me to," he said. "Backstage here can be a dangerous place for a young female like yourself."
"Ok, cool. So I'm your valet and you're my bodyguard…"
"Yeah, for now," he said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
He smiled mysteriously. "Come on, let's meet Edge and Lita."
He knocked on Edge's door and, as he had with Kane, he didn't bother to wait for permission to come in.
Edge was waiting with a raised bat and an angry expression on his face. Lita stood behind him looking scared.
"What the hell?" Taker said, jumping in front of me to protect me.
"We thought you might be Matt," Edge explained, lowering his bat.
"Sorry about that," Lita said wearily. She sighed. "Come in."
Taker cautiously walked into the room and pulled me inside. He locked the door behind him. "Didn't think of that?" he asked.
Edge and Lita looked at each other. "Nah," Edge said. "We wanted him to come in. We were ready."
"We didn't mean to scare you," Lita said to me. "You're the winner of the Meet The Cast Contest, right?"
"Yeah, that's me. I'm J," I said. I offered her my hand.
"And I'm Lita," she said, shaking my hand. "I loved your poem! I'm a poet myself, so maybe we could hang out sometime and write some stuff."
"Cool," I said. I turned to Edge. "Hi, my name's J." I offered him my hand as well.
"I don't shake hands," he said rudely. Then he smiled. "I give hugs. I'm Edge." He hugged me for a minute, then let me go.
"Edge is always playing jokes," Lita said to me. She looked up into his eyes. "Maybe that's one part of him that attracts me to him so much." She leaned up and gave him a brief kiss.
"Aren't they cute?" I said to Taker.
"Very," he said. "Let's give them some alone time." He looked over at the two love birds. "We'll leave you two alone..."
We left the room and locked the door behind us. "They really are cute together," I said as we stood outside the door.
"Yeah, but I still don't condone how things went down with Matt Hardy," he said.
"True, me neither," I said. "But..." My voice trailed off as I paused to look up into his eyes. "But you can't help who you fall for."
He looked down into my eyes. "True. So, so true."
We shared a moment of silence, just gazing at each other. It was amazing how I already felt a connection with him and I hadn't really known him until a little while ago!
"Who's the chick?" came an amazed voice from behind us. We both turned around to see Chris Jericho. He was standing by us, shirtless, wearing shades. His hair was down, framing his beautiful face. His eyes looked intently at me.
"J, meet Chris Jericho. Chris, meet J, the winner of the WWE Meet The Cast Contest and our first ever WWE Teen Diva," Taker said.
"Nice to meet you," I said as I shook his hand.
"The pleasure's all mine," Jericho said, still shaking my hand.
"Love the band," I said.
"Maybe I can perform solo for you one night," he said suggestively, still shaking my hand slowly.
"Uh..." I didn't know what to say. Why was he still shaking my hand?
Apparently, Taker was wondering the same thing. He cleared his throat. Jericho let my hand go and smiled.
"So... Are you single?" Jericho asked.
"Yeah," I said.
"But she's almost taken," Taker said. "And besides, she's only 17."
"So? She's just old enough to consent," Jericho said. "I could teach her the ropes around here."
"I don't think so. Come on, J, you have more people you need to meet," Taker said, putting his arm around me protectively and leading me away.
"Nice meeting you," I called over my shoulder.
"Likewise. We'll catch up later when you're not busy," Jericho called after me. He grinned as Taker rushed me away.
"Like hell he'll catch up with you later," Taker fumed.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked.
"That boy..." He shook his head. "Never mind. Let's just go on to the next room."
The next room was John Cena's room. Although I had already met Cena, Taker decided we should go in there anyway.
"Just for good measure," he said as he opened the door. "That's all."
John looked up when we walked in. "Hey, J, what's up!" he exclaimed. He acted like he was happy to see me.
"Did you get your shower?" I asked with a laugh.
"Yeah," he said. "I solved that little problem you gave me with that 'freak-nasty' freestyle."
Taker looked curiously back and forth at us and just listened as we talked back and forth like old friends.
"Your freestyle was 'freak-nasty' too," I laughed. "In fact, you started it."
"I'll finish it, too," he offered, "when we hang out later on today."
"Mmmm, she can't hang out with you today," Taker piped up. "We have so much to do. Her debut is tomorrow night, and we have to go through a lot of stuff to prepare."
"Well, maybe tomorrow," John said. "Or the day after that."
"I guess," I said. Taker frowned. "That is, if Mark here is done preparing me for this whole valet deal."
"You know where to find me," John said as we started to leave.
"Yeah, ok," I said, as I started to follow Taker out of the room.
"Oh yeah, J?" John called after me. I turned back and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Taker didn't bother looking, and maybe that was a good thing. "Want some?" He touched his muscular chest, held his arms out. "Come get some!"
I decided to keep his offer in my mind for future reference. Taker walked quietly next to me in the hall.
"What's wrong now?" I asked. "Did I offend you or something?"
"No, no," he said. "I just don't... Never mind. Let's just go to the next room."
That's what we did for the following few hours: go room to room meeting everyone on the roster. Every time one of Taker's male co-workers hit on me, Taker got more and more upset. And each time, he got a little more protective.
"Only two more left," he said to me when we left Randy Orton's room.
"Good. I'm getting the feeling that you're not enjoying this as much as I am," I said.
"Very perceptive of you," he said. "Has anyone ever told you that you're a very perceptive young woman?"
"Quite a few people," I said, "but it means more coming from you since I like you so much." I smiled at him. He was tight-lipped. "Come on, where's that smile you were flashing me earlier?"
"It ran away when I introduced you to Edge and Lita," he said.
"Is there anything I can do to coax one out of you now?" I asked him.
"Anything?" he repeated.
"Yeah," I said, hoping he didn't think I meant sexually. I liked him but I wasn't some kind of whore who would sleep with him on the first night.
"How about you join me for dinner tonight?" he asked. "After we get checked into our hotel rooms?"
"That would be great," I said. "Absolutely perfect."
He smiled big at my acceptance to his offer. "Good."
"There's that smile," I said. I linked my arm through his. "Let's finish these last two rooms and get outta here."