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Welcome back to Good For You. I hope you're enjoying it so far. I'm so excited to delve deeper into this story and write it for you all. I have so many ideas for it. There's gonna be some ups, some downs, some drama, and plenty romance. So let's get on with it, shall we?

This chapter is named after 'Why Don't You Get A Job' by The Offspring

Elizabeth Chapman's Point Of View

The excitement in my body as I entered the arena that Monday evening ready for Raw spread from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I wheeled my case behind me, showing security my pass to get into the building, my eyes widening in shock as I saw the many Superstars and Divas walking around the corridors.

I stared, completely star-struck as The Bellas walked past, my mouth mouthing the word 'wow' when Cesaro walked by. Not to mention the thrill my heart felt as I spotted Dolph Ziggler from afar.

I was a little fish in a very big pond here, but it all seemed too good to be true. I felt like a totally embarrassed little fan-girl as Barrett, Neville and Kevin Owens passed by me, and I couldn't believe my luck. How I'd managed to land this dream job, I'll never know. But I had, so I had to man up, embrace it and not act like a little love struck teenager at seeing all the Superstars and Divas around me.

So I took deep breaths, willed my flushed cheeks to return to their normal colour, smoothed my dress down and headed in the direction of the bosses office without stumbling over my own feet. It was my first day in the job and my first task was to check in with Mrs McMahon. This had me the most nervous of all, not because she was a strong willed woman who was my boss, but because I'd seen her on TV ever since I was a little girl. So even now at the age of 25, meeting her in the flesh was going to be an unbelievable moment.

It was times like this that I had to pinch myself in order to reassure myself this was all true.

I noticed signs to her office on the wall so I began to follow them.

I was considerably nervous as I made my way through each corridor, knowing I was getting closer and closer to the office. I mean, this was my first day. And yes, I'd aced the interview and got the job, but now I was actually going to be performing that job. And this wasn't your normal 9 to 5 job. This was a lifestyle, a 24/7 thing. And if I messed up, it wasn't only a few people that would see and I could hide the embarrassment. Raw was broadcast worldwide in front of millions of people.

If I messed up, they all saw it. So everything I did had to be perfect.

It was a big task to take, and I had to have strong shoulders to take it on. But all the pros outweighed the cons. All the negativity was trumped by positivity, and I knew this was a job I wanted more than anything in life. It was a dream and I was prepared to grab that dream with both hands and do whatever I had to in order to succeed.

It was just a great shame that Randy couldn't be here with me today when I started to take care of me and reassure me. I mean, he was in the building, of course he was – he was one of the main stars, he always turned up for Raw. But he'd been adamant on us keeping our distance and acting like strangers at work. So I knew I'd have to go this one alone.

I hated the distance he was putting between us, and I hated the fact that I had to be a complete stranger to my boyfriend. Being on the road was a lonely experience, one that was made even lonelier by the fact that the only person I had to keep me company didn't want to see me at work. But I understood his reasoning. He had a character and a persona to uphold. He had to maintain his venomous viper role, and having a girlfriend didn't exactly help portray that. It showed weakness and kindness and that he was able to give love to another person. So I'd agreed to act the stranger. I'd agreed to not say a word to him until we were alone. It sucked big time, but it's what he wanted. So I did it.

I turned a corner and continued down the corridor, hoping I was going the right way.

"Ah, looks like you just couldn't keep away from me, could you, sweetheart?" came a voice.

I blinked and looked, seeing none other than Fandango and Heath Slater leaning against a wall just up ahead.

I rolled my eyes having had enough of this disgusting pig at the restaurant the other night. I thought I was done with him, but clearly he was after me at this job too.

"Don't flatter yourself," I said as I attempted to walk past, my mouth breathing in annoyance as he put his arm out to block my path.

"Don't be like that, baby," he said slyly, leaning so close to me that I could smell the fake tan on his skin. "Why else would the pretty little waitress come all the way here to see me?"

I scoffed in disbelief. "You actually think I'm here to see you?"

"Of course," he said with a smile that he thought was sexy. I found it repulsive. "I don't normally go with the ring-rats, but you're hot so I can make an exception for you."

He attempted to stroke my cheek but I just backed away in disgust, shocked that he'd even made that statement to my face. I couldn't believe he thought that of me! "Firstly, I would never ever touch you, not even with a ten foot barge pole," I said. "And secondly, after that insult, I can safely say I wouldn't go with you even if you were the last man on earth. Now let me through."

He sniggered. "I like it when a girl plays hard to get."

"Well you'll be waiting a very long time because I'm playing impossible to get. Now please, let me through."

I was getting insanely annoyed and very frustrated, so I attempted to push past. Of course this failed. He was built of pure muscle so he stood his ground and refused to let me past. I wished with all my heart in that moment that I could tell him who my boyfriend was; I knew he'd move in a nano-second if he knew. But I had made Randy a promise, so I kept my lips sealed on the subject.

"Why are you being such a bitch about this?" Fandango asked.

"Why are you being such a dick about this?" I asked. "I have somewhere to be, so can you please move your arm and let me go?"

"All I want is-" he began, but was swiftly cut off.

"Is there a problem here?" came a deep and gruff voice, one which I recognised immediately from the hours of wrestling I'd watched. I'd know Roman Reigns's voice anywhere.

I turned to see three men standing behind me, their ring gear black, their presence intimidating. My subconscious had her tongue rolled out and was fanning herself as my eyes took in the presence of The Shield.

Fandango immediately retracted his arm.

"Oh, no, everything's fine," he said with a smile.

"Is this guy bothering you?" Dean Ambrose asked as they stepped closer to us.

I was too pleased they'd come to help me to be outwardly star-struck.

"I just want to get past," I said. "I have somewhere to be."

"Let the lady past," Seth said. "And stop being a douchebag."

"Erm… yeah… sorry about that," he said, flustered and embarrassed. Without thinking twice both he and Slater scurried away with their tails between their legs.

"Jeez, dude," Dean said to Seth. "You befriend some fucking weirdos sometimes."

Seth sniggered. "You're not kidding."

I turned to look at them. "Thank you, guys. I appreciate it."

"No problem," Roman smiled. "You new here or something?"

"Yes, I'm the new interviewer. I-"

"Wait," Seth said with a frown, looking me up and down. "Do I know you?"

I smiled. "Yeah, we met the other night at Bellagio's."

Then it dawned on him. "You're the waitress! What was your name again?" He clicked his fingers a few times, thinking hard. "Ellie. Your name is Ellie, right?"

I blushed, surprised he'd remembered. "Yes, that's correct."

"Wow, it's great to see you," he smiled, holding his hand out for me. I took it and shook it. "So this was the media job you were talking about?"

"Yes," I smiled sweetly. "Small world, huh?"

"So is anyone gonna shed light on what's happening here and introduce us?" Dean asked with folded arms.

I laughed lightly as Seth turned to his friend.

"Ellie was a waitress in the restaurant I was at the other night. She said she was leaving to start a new job and I guess the job is here."

"Yes, I'm the new interviewer," I said.

"Ah, so you're the chick Renee is looking after," Dean said, nodding in understanding.

"That's right," I said. I knew Dean and Renee dated from reading it on the many gossip websites online. She must have mentioned to him that I was coming today. "I was actually just on my way to Mrs McMahon's office when that idiot stopped me."

"Well the office is just down there and to the left," said Roman helpfully.

"Thank you," I said. "But I should get going. I'm already late."

"Sure," Seth said. "I guess we'll be seeing you around."

"I guess so," I said with a deep breath.

"Good luck on your first night," he said, giving me a wink before all three headed back down the corridor and out of sight.

I couldn't help but blush and bite my lip as I watched them walk away, but quickly snapped out of it when I realised how late I was. So I quickly turned on my heel and rushed to the office.

xXx

As I sat on a cushioned chair in front of a large wooden desk, I had to pinch my leg in order to check whether my current situation was real or not. The sharp pain I felt on my skin and my quiet intake of breath as my nails pinched my skin indicated that this wasn't a dream. This was well and truly happening.

I was actually in Stephanie McMahon's office, talking to the woman herself whilst Renee Young sat alongside me, all of us discussing how I'd be shadowing Renee for a few weeks before I could go the interviewer job alone.

I swallowed down the nervous lump in my throat, watching as Mrs McMahon spoke to me, knowing my ten year old self would be so jealous of me right now. I wanted nothing more than to jump up on the desk and sing from the rooftops how fucking awesome this was, whilst taking selfies with every single wrestler that crossed my path.

But instead I remained calm and collected, acting the professional in a neat and composed way. I'd have time to fan-girl at the hotel later.

"So does that sound good for you, Miss Chapman?" Stephanie asked. "Renee is one of our best interviewers. She knows how the cameras work, what best to say, and how to get those much needed answers out of our Superstars and Divas."

"Of course," I smiled. "I can't wait to begin."

We all stood up from our seats and shook hands. "I look forward to seeing your work."

We said our goodbyes and Renee and I left the office.

"You nervous?" Renee asked as we walked to the backstage area where most of the interviews took place.

"Honestly? I'm terrified," I said, laughing awkwardly. And I wasn't lying. Everything I did from now on would be broadcast around the world to millions, and that was a rather scary prospect. I knew it was something I'd eventually get used to. But for now the idea was quite daunting.

"You'll be fine," she grinned, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and squeezing me to her before letting me go. "You're on TV for around two minutes at a time and the Superstar or Diva usually does most of the talking. Just appear to look interested and don't forget any of your words."

"How do you remain so calm?" I asked, liking Renee already. I'd watched her on TV, of course. But seeing her now for real, seeing how pretty she was and how genuinely kind and sweet she seemed, I knew I was in a good pair of hands with her. I hoped we could be friends from now on.

"I'm used to it," she said. "And believe me, once you get into the rhythm of things, you'll realise how much fun it is."

I nodded. "You're right there, I guess."

"So you ready to try your fist interview?" she asked me.

I stopped walking, my eyes wide. "Huh? Like, right now?"

She laughed lightly. "It's going to be fine. It's an interview for the WWE app so it won't be broadcast live. That way if you mess up you can start over until it's perfect."

"O-Okay," I stuttered as she took my hand and began leading me to the backstage area. I suppose this wouldn't be too bad, especially if it wasn't live. It was something I could start over if I fucked up, and it was something that could be edited if all went wrong.

"Besides, I'll be there the whole time to help if you need it," she grinned.

"Then… l-lets do this," I said, my voice not entirely sure of its confidence.

I wished Randy was here. I wished my mum was here. Hell, I wished the kind and sweet Seth Rollins was here. But none of them were. It was just me. And I was going to have to man up and begin my job.

A huge thanks to CiCix3, Tantoune and dutchangel1979 for their kind words about the last chapter.

CiCix3 – Randy is going to be playing a major part in this story. I absolutely love him in real life, but for this I need him to be a total dick haha!

Tantoune – Thank you! I know you've been a loyal reader of my past stories, so I hope you enjoy this one just as much

Dutchangel1979 – I hope you liked this chapter as much as you did the last one!