Nervous Disposition

I still remember my first day at WWE; it was the night of WrestleMania 15, not exactly the easiest night to start on, adrenaline was flowing, bodies were battered and I made some fairly major mistakes.

My first mistake was wearing a skirt suit with 5 inch heels. I looked like a secretary who spent her day doing her boss rather than the filing. I was following my predecessor, Kayla, around the arena and I had to admit it I was a little awestruck. At 21 I had gained a job working for a company that had more divas than were backstage at an MTV awards show. I knew as well, that my age didn't give me an advantage. I had to prove myself and that meant working twice as hard just to gain half the respect.

Anyway, so there I was following Kayla around like a lapdog and hoping that someone would ask me to do something. She wasn't interested in helping me at all, she merely wanted to do her job, get the night over and then go home. So we walked around checking in on people and taking any requests. Most were for dry cleaning, transport and tickets for clubs in town, some were a little more original but all were harmless fun. It seemed to me that most people were afraid of Kayla and I found out why not long after, when I managed to get stuck in her office whilst she and Vince held a little backstage party of their own. It didn't take long either for Vince to spot me trying to hide, he shouted and ranted and even fired me, if it wasn't for Kayla wading in I'd probably of not lasted beyond that night.

I left feeling dejected and scared but knew that I needed to make my mark, I ran around backstage making damn sure that everyone was happy and needed nothing when I tripped over a roll of cabling and fell into Sean Waltman, who was fresh from the ring. Regaining my balance, I stood and began apologizing. Shane McMahon appeared behind him and slapped his shoulder, "great match, thanks." Sean nodded but didn't reply. "So you come straight from the ring and pull? How do you do it?"

"Oh Mr McMahon, I…. Can I do anything for you?" I spluttered. Sean was still stood there looking confused.

"I thought you'd be doing things to my man here?" Shane had a wicked grin "But suppose you could…."

My face burned scarlet, I couldn't take any more: "I'm the new superstar liaison, I meant…."

"Ask my Pops, 'superstar liaison' translates to whore."

"Give her a break Shane O," for the first time Sean spoke and I vowed that it would be my first and last night.

"I'll leave. I'm not right for this job anyway." I turned on my heel and walked away quickly and quietly. Slipping from the arena leaving Kayla a brief note.

So there it was on my first night I'd been sacked, insulted, walked out and had huge blisters. So how come I'm still there?

Please review, your comments motivate me to keep going.

Note: Kayla is dedicated to the author of the fic Company Time which if you haven't read it, it's amazing. Unfortunately, I don't have the authors name or the ending to this fantastic story if anyone can help let me know.

Marissa 2008