Taking the Bump

Prologue: Chance

There is so much going on around me that I can't focus right, especially in my own head as I wait for my turn to audition. My knee bounces fast as my anxiety reaches further up my spine and makes me on high alert as everyone takes their turn.
This is something that I've been waiting to happen for years and yet I can still feel every ounce of my being starting to clam up and feel overwhelmed. There's a lot of talent here and each one of the young men and women around me have proven in some way that they have the potential for stardom in this world we are seeking to be a part of.
One of the guys that just had his auction, comes over to the bench I'm on and sits next to me, sweating pretty good and chugging a cold water from the beverage table available to all the applicants.
"You good," he asks, watching my leg bounce frantically. I snap out of my trance and settle my leg.
"Oh, yeah. I've just never been good at tests and I think I'm about to experience the hardest test of them all," I say beet red, embarrassed that someone noticed my anxiety.
"Me too, don't test well and never audition well either," he says and takes another swig from his water bottle. I chew on the inside of my lip as I watch one of the other girls doing their audition with a bump partner, demonstrating her moves and abilities before she moves on to cutting her practice promo to the judges.
I look down at my shoes and wonder to myself if I'm making the right decision, having quit my day job for this and only hoping that I will be able to nail that contract for the next step in my career. I need to stand out, make myself more known, and prove to the judges that I have what it takes to be in the ring against the best in the business. I make a last minute decision before I hear my name being called by my coach and a judge, Shawn. I jump up and climb up into the ring and between the ropes to come up to him.
"Would it be okay if I cut my promo first, I ask Shawn anxiously but starting to feel the adrenaline and excitement of where I am and what I'm attempting to accomplish. Without realizing it at first, there is another judge standing with his arms crossed across his chest. He's one of my favorite wrestlers and I suddenly feel my stomach drop to my ass, I cannot fuck this up in front of him...
My chest and stomach start to feel like they are fluttering as Shawn takes a fake microphone in each hand, then tosses one up to me once I'm where I feel comfortable.
"Alright young lady. Show me what you got...," is all I hear before I start my prewritten practice promo. I give it everything I have and hope for the best.

All I want is that contract...