Ch.8

Ali had talked to Vince so that everything would be under the name Ali, and the police she had to deal with said it would be safe to change her name back legally. Thusly she did and felt as if a huge weight had been lifted.

Ali walked into the empty arena, looking around she saw nobody. Setting her stuff down, she started towards the ring. She had watched her friends in the ring recently, and in the past month she started to really love the WWE more than she did before.

Pulling out her phone, she sent a text to Dwayne.

*Dwayney poo, im at the ring~ bring Tam and the Twins it's training time:D*

Ali waited for a reply, sitting on the rope she looked up into the empty seats. She imagined standing in this very ring, people filling the arena-chanting her name. She smiled brightly and started to bounce around.

"Ahem." Ali whipped around towards the sound, immediately feeling the heat rise in her cheeks.

"Shit, I'm sorry I'll leave." Ali looked at the man standing outside the ring, starting to walk towards the ropes.

"No, stay mi amigo. I just want to help. None of your friends are high flyers, except Snuka- but that isn't quite your style; you seem more like the flipping type of girl and that is my specialty." The masked man slipped through the ropes and into the ring.

"Excuse me?" Ali looked up at the man, even though he was barely taller than her.

"You are short, like me and Rey. The style we use, it's perfect for people of our height. Besides it looks like it'd suit you."

"For once being called short as a compliment, refreshing" They both laughed and Ali continued. "I thought you didn't speak English?"

"That is my character, not me. I am Luis Ignascio Urive Alvirde or just plain old Luis. You want my help or not?" Luis took off his blue and gold mask, revealing short brown hair and his brown eyes.

"Alright sure. Under the condition that any injury is your responsibility." Ali laughed and stuck out her hand, "I'm Ali." Luis took her hand and shook it.

"I only get a first name? Well then I accept your condition, let's train." Luis put the mask back on and showed her proper ways of hitting the ropes, how to gain more speed or momentum with them. He eventually called Rey, better known as Oscar, to get him to come help out.

"Si. Si, No, pronto. Oscar, por favor. Adios." Ali laughed a bit at the Spanish conversation and they waited for Oscar to arrive.

"Luis you could've told me it was for Ali! How are you mi amigo? I should've known you'd be one of us." Oscar completely ignored Luis and focused on Ali.

"I'm good, how's the knee? I want to check on it before the show tonight. I am good, excited for sure and one of us?"

"A flipping twisting flyer! We can do that after this, the knee feels fine but that's probably cause I wear the brace."

Luis looked at the two funny and they started the training. Demonstrating different moves and techniques, or how to utilize the ropes. Up in the sky box, Vince was watching, planning. He started to think up a storyline after storyline that could sell big as long as the people agreed.

After a good hour, they finished up and headed towards the trainer's room. Luis stayed as Ali checked out Oscar's knee.

"Who is up for some drinks before the show, just a few?" Luis looked between Ali and Oscar.

"I have to go meet with my boys later, but I'm sure they wouldn't mind if you joined?" Ali looked at Oscar; she knew he had problems with Jon.

"I can't, meeting up with Cena, Orton and Rock." Oscar then looked at Luis, "You can go if you want."

"Well fuck I am not intruding on that, Sorry Al. Let me give you my number and Oscars so we can another time." Luis grabbed a piece of paper and pen from the counter and wrote down the numbers, then handed it to Ali.

"Sounds good, why don't you guys like them anyways?" Ali inquired.

"It's not all of them, just Jon. Something is really iffy about him." Oscar looked her straight in the eyes, then back to Luis.

"Just be careful mi amigo." Luis grabbed his jacket and waited for Oscar.

"Will do, see you guys later." The two men walked out and Ali closed the door behind them.

Sitting in her chair she pulled out her phone, Dwayne had replied.

*Dawyney Poo; Sorry phone was off, will deffs train you next time."

Ali thought to herself, yea Dwayne was a great wrestler but, not her style. When she thought hard about it she came to her conclusion and replied.

*Iunno, I mean, you training me is great but I think I need to focus on a style. If that makes sense? Idk I see you as a force, a power house. Me? I think im more of a flyer.*

Ali got an immediate reply; *Dwayney poo; I understand that, can see it too. Talk to Oscar or Tamina*

*Uh actually Luis and Oscar helped me today… Im sorry you didn't reply!*

*Dwayney poo; That's really good Al. Good luck tonight.*

*What the fuck is tonight?!*

*Dwayney poo; Vince wants to see you, I gotta go. Text me after.*

Ali stared at her phone for at least five minutes. Why would Vince want to talk to her, surely not to start competing?

Ali continued to sit in her chair, a stage hand poked her head into the open door way.

"Let me guess, Mr. McMahon would like to see me?" The stage hand just nodded her head in response.

On the way to his office, Ali found her nerves to grow and grow. She knocked on the door, hearing a 'come in' she opened the door.

Oscar, Luis and The Shield members sat in the office along with Vince, Paul and Stephanie.

"Ali good to see you, now that we are all here we can start." Vince's rough voice spoke with power and no arguments allowed.

"Can I ask why we are all here?" Ali sat in the only empty chair that was on the end by Luis.

"Yes, well I saw you training with Oscar and Luis, very impressive. Now when we first met, I said that you'd be in a storyline where you'd be somebody's personal trainer-well now I want you to valet for Oscar and Luis. Then The Shield think you as an injustice during a match they have with the Prime Time Players, thus they-" Vince was cut off by his daughter.

"Dad, let me explain further. Ali, we want you to have an onscreen relationship with Luis, during the time you will stand ringside with them-but never touch the competitors. The Shield will think of you as an injustice even being there, calling judgement prematurely and declare a match with Sin Cara and Rey Mysterio, if they lose then they can't have you as a valet, and if they win they get to keep you."

"So you are objectifying me?" Ali questioned the three.

"No, the opposite, during the feud between the teams it will create a feud between you and another diva, unsure of whom yet but it will create a good storyline for you. Honestly all the girls have to start off being a valet if they didn't start as wrestling but it's really not that bad." Stephanie smiled at Ali.

"So what 'bout the whole 'gonna date a member of the shield business'?" Colby spoke up.

"She will, after Luis. We have this planned out, even different paths it could go. We will give you all scripts each night; we want your reactions to be real. For this to all happen we need all of your cooperation. Of course Ali will need to sign a contract."

Ali looked around the room, everybody watched her. "Yea okay, give me the damn thing so I can sign it and leave."

Paul chuckled then handed it over. Quickly reading it, she signed all the necessary places. "Who wants to be the witness?" Ali dropped the contract on the desk and left.

Ali walked back through the hallways of the arena, aimlessly wondering. Turning at random corners she let her mind wander. Hearing her stomach complain of emptiness, she decided to look for catering and pick up some food.

On the way there she saw Tamina with Kelly. Ali knew that Tamina didn't like Barbie girls like her, she felt they gave young girls the wrong idea of what to look like. The two were right in one another's faces. Ali went to step in when Mike walked up to the pair. Stopping to see how it would play out, Ali watched as Mike got a hard slap across the face from Snuka.

"Fucking shit..." Ali muttered as she walked up to her friend.

"Tam…?" Ali approached her seething friend carefully.

"You know, I knew he couldn't be tied down for he's a 'grand mizard of lust' or 'demon of desire' and even 'personification of perfection'. Fuck Al, how did I think it'd be different with me? And I mean with little Miss Barbie! Of all the fucking people." Tamina slid down the wall, holding her head in her hands.

"Do you love him?" Ali asked. She knew it could be risky but asked anyways.

"I hate to say it but yea…I really did." Tamina looked up at her friend.

"Does he know that?"

"Why do you ask that?" Tamina furrowed her brows, and Ali just looked at her friend, eyebrow cocked. "Ok ok fine, no he doesn't, at least I didn't say it." She admitted.

"Talk to him, before the boys hear about this. Sometimes we slip up. You told me he wasn't the cheating type-thought if one thought about it then they shouldn't be with the person. Besides didn't Maryse cheat on him?" Ali urged on her friend, smiling.

"It was just a storyline, but yea I think she did. I really hope the guys don't find out..." Tamina trailed off.

"Well then let us go and find your man before they do." Ali helped her up and they walked down the hallway, ignoring her stomachs grumbling.

They went to John Morrison's locker room, but didn't find Mike there. They next checked catering, where all they got was food for Ali. Next up was the locker room and Tamina refused to knock on the door, so Ali did.

The door opened to a very burly man, whose smile shone many dimples. "What can I help you ladies with?"

"Actually, would you mind if I came in as long as everyone is decent and okay with it?" Ali inquired, turning back to realize Tamina hid out of sight.

"Let me as- Yo boys! Pretty lady here wants to come in, everybody decent?" In response a bunch of males yelled yes and why not's, even a few dirty comments. "Stick with me and you'll be fine" The dimples appeared once more.

"I think I can handle myself quite fine, thanks though John." Ali walked into the locker room. She looked around, saw many shocked faces.

"Ali what the hell you doin' in here!" Jey and Jimmy walked up to her, all smiles.

"Have you seen Mike?" Ali looked at the twins, ignoring Johns questioning stare.

"Yea he's in the shower should be out soon." Jimmy responded.

"No need to wait!" Ali gave the twins a knowing look at they didn't argue. Some other guys in the locker room, including Cena, stared at her in disbelief.

She walked towards the showers, and yelled "Mike! Finish up, we are gonna have a good old talk." Some of the guys that overheard made some sounds that Ali chose to ignore.

"Gimme a sec!" Mike yelled back. Not five minutes later, Mike walked out of the shower area and saw Ali. "What can I help you with?"

"This conversation isn't meant for these ears." Subtly Ali motioned her eyes towards the twins and Mike nodded, following her out of the locker room.

"Now, you two go have a long talk and don't stop until you figure everything out." Ali shoved Mike towards her friend and promptly left.

Ali still had her food and desperately wanted to eat it. She headed to the trainer's room so she could rest before the show and eat. Not even half way through her sandwich, there was a knock on her door.

"What?!" Ali yelled at her door. Promptly Stephanie opened the door, a slight chuckle as she sat into one of the chairs.

"I was wondering if you would mind to start doing promos tonight, with Luis."

"It's not like I can really say no" Ali laughed, "What do I need to do?"

"Well, we are going to have him get an injury, don't worry it's a fake one, that brings you to train him back into health. There will be cameras to catch moments when you two are together, and over time, there will be an onscreen kiss. After that you will start to valet for him and Oscar, thus your story line begins."

"Easy enough, I think?" Stephanie gave Ali a reassuring smile.

They spent the next twenty minutes going over what she was to do tonight and while filming. Tonight was a live show, so she had one shot. Stephanie felt as though Ali would be just fine and pull through, she had high hopes for the girl.

After Stephanie left, Ali had to go to some hair and make-up place to get ready for the filming. When the stylist was done, she turned Ali towards the mirror.

"Holy crackers I look so different but not. Good job." Ali admired how her tri-toned hair was curled to perfectly show off each colour, and how her grey /blue eyes looked brighter and bigger.

"Thanks dear, come back if you need a touch up." With that Ali left to go get ready to film her segment with Luis.