Hi! Welcome to my new story! In this one, I'm using my OC, Karlee. As this is a stand alone book, it is in no way connected to the other ones involving her. Enjoy and let me know what you think!
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Chapter 1
"Look, I really gotta go, you knew I had a show tonight!" Karlee signed, ripping off her apron and rushing to find her phone. Her boss huffed in annoyance as she bustled past him, accidently flicking her red hair in his face.
"You can't just skip out on a shift because you want to prance about!" He roared as she made her way to the back. She mocked him by repeating his words.
"Look, it ain't my fault you cancelled the other girls. I told you I could only serve at the bar till 9." Karlee was just about to brush past him when he grabbed her arm. His smug smirk made her skin crawl, as it always did but his money paid her bills and let her train during the day. She yanked it away from him, trying to resist the urge to chop his in the throat.
"The sooner you hit reality the better!" He shouted after her, his words cutting off as the door slammed behind her. Karlee pulled on her baseball cap and jumped in her car. She took a second to calm down after her encounter with her shitty boss. It was not the first and probably not the last time either he would take a hold of her. She mindlessly flicked through her phone when a notification popped up from her boyfriend.
'Can't make show. Boys want a games night. x'
Another eye roll. Another unsupportive guy. Not that Karlee minded. Matt, her boyfriend, didn't like her second job and didn't like the fact that blokes oggled over her so maybe it was best he did stay at home. As her engine roared to life, she stepped on the gas pedal and put her favourite tunes on, pumping herself up for the show.
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The show Karlee was attending that night was a little different. There was rumours of scouts and talent reps and the fact that the WWE had a PPV in town that weekend made everyone giddy with excitement. It wasn't unusual for other wrestlers to check out the independent circles now and again. Karlee had never really met any of the big guns although she did once run and get a beer for Triple H back when he was in DX and they attended one of the shows backstage.
As she got ready for the show, she allowed one of the other girls to help her with her wig cap before carefully gluing on the black wig. One of the greatest things about being independent meant her character was her own and she could go out and preform wearing whatever she wanted. Karlee tended to shy away from the girly image and wore jeans and a plain shirt to fight in. Her black lace mask left her real life persona a mystery, meaning her fans only knew her first name and nothing else. She didn't have a fanbase, a website or even social media. She did what she did because she loved it.
A quick stretch behind the curtain was all she needed to pump her up and before she knew it, she was interrupting the women's champion from another promotion. This was her home town and although fans loved their champ, they expected her to make an appearance. They screamed her name, demanding a fight. What the fans wanted, they got.
Karlee felt the adrenaline course through her as she ascended to the top rope, fans chanting her name and stomping their feet causing the little hall to erupt with noise. She steadied herself then stood up straight, stretching her body ready to fly through the air and flip. She took a deep breath and threw herself off. Every time she did it, she felt like everything happened in slow motion and until she actually hit her target, she was always sure something bad would happen. The crowd roared as she landed perfectly and went for a pin, sealing her victory and earning a shot at the title.
As the referee held her hand up, she grinned. Another day another dollar.
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Karlee scurried backstage, the main match on next. She bumped into her opponent shortly after.
"Shit honey, you landed that perfectly." They shook hands and exchanged compliments on their fight. Shauna was the girls name and she had been wrestling for almost 20 years.
"It was ace to meet you, I'll have to catch your number before we leave although I think everyone is headed out to a bar later. Fancy joining?" She sighed. Every single time the offer came up, she declined, especially in her home town where she worked as the chances were they would end up at the bar where she worked. That was two worlds she did not want to cross each other. After giving Shauna some shit excuse about going home to feed her cats, (Karlee didn't have any cats.) she went on her way for a shower and a fresh set of clothes.
She had no sooner sat down in the ladies shower block when there was a frantic knock at the door and in walked a guy in a suit. Karlee was ready to throw hands.
"Hi, my name is."
"Eh, who gives a fuck, you've just walked into a woman's shower room you fucking creep!" She shrieked. She walked straight for him and pushed him with both hands out the door, his face frozen and his hand still outstretched ready to introduce himself. Not on Karlee's watch. probably just some creepy guy hoping he can score with one of the girls. She slammed the door in his face and flicked the lock to avoid anymore unwanted visitors.
As the hot water sloshed over her face, she grimaced at the bruise already forming on her collarbone where she ever so slightly had taken a bump into the ring post a little too hard. It was expected in her line of work but she had to be sure to cover it up or Matt would be moaning about the 'dangers' of her job. Definite eye roll material. He had text again to say they were headed out to a bar so that just confirmed she would have the house to herself and could go home and have a totally chilled out night with her non-existent cats. She giggled to herself as she remembered her crappy excuse earlier.
As she left the shower and slipped into some leggings, she swished her wet hair into a bun and pinned it into place. That would be the most she would do with it until the next morning. Karlee doubled checked she had everything, including her phone and rolled her case to the door, heaving it open. She was not expecting to be met with Mr fancy Suit again.
"Can I help you?" She asked rudely but confidently. He smiled nervously.
"I'm really sorry Miss, but I actually called in earlier to talk with you." She motioned for him to carry on, her eyes weary and in need of sleep. She hoped her caught on and talked faster.
"My name is Cameron Hayes and I'm here representing WWE. I'd love to talk with you about some try out's happening here this week." Eye roll.
"If I wanted to 'try out' for the WWE, I would have entered the last four they've had here. Thanks' but no thanks." She pushed past him. Her bed was calling.
"If I said that Miss McMahon sent me here would you reconsider?"
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A little bit of mystery! I have not planned this story out at ALL, so I'm winging it but would love some reader feedback to incorporate into the story. I haven't even decided on a love interest yet!
