Hellloooooo :)
I had already typed this chapter since Thursday- but I forgot to post it. Friday I forgot too ._. I'm busy on weekends and I don't usually post on weekends- but I managed to have spare time xD
Enjoy <3
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(few days later)
(y/n)- " Did you remember to give Riley a spare key?"
(Christian)- " Oh shit, I forgot" I look at him and worry. I really hope it was joking, this is a serious matter.
(y/n)-" Christian--"
(Christian)- "I'm kidding- I did. Dont worry"
(y/n)- "I hate you" I snickered.
This is it, were on a plane to wisconsin to join Wwe. I'm gonna be honest- I'm scared to death, my body is going to hate me. My bodies already getting tense at the thought of working out, but the amount of working out is what Im afraid of. For a year I'm gonna be training. I wonder who's gonna train me- or if I wanna train myself which would make me feel better but I wan't the motivation
(time skip)
(Christian)- " Hey, who you gonna choose to train you?"
(y/n)- " I don't know, who you gonna choose?"
(Christian)- " I don't know- I was thinking of Roman Reigns"
(y/n)- " Really- I mean he's big, he seems tough"
(Christian)- " well- I'm already active and him being equal as me- probably will help me out a lot"
(y/n)- " Yeah, I don't know who I'm gonna choose"
(Christian)-" What about Seth Rollins, you already know him"
(y/n)- " I don't know- besides we don't really know each other"
(Christian)- " we'll see what Mick Foley says, wake me when we get there" he lays his head on the headrest trying to get some sleep.
(time skip)
Our plane has landed- its already dark here. As soon as we got off the plane- my hands wouldn't stop shaking, this is all so much. I never thought I could become a wwe superstar- I thought I was gonna work at Toy- r- us for the rest of my life- I mean, its not that bad. We got our luggage finally- were about to leave the airport. I looked at christian- he looked eager to get there, his legs wouldn't stop shaking, he's more into this than I am.
(Christian)- " Theres a taxi" I follow him inside the car- he took it upon himself to store our bags in the back.
(Christian)- " Resch Center please" the taxi driver he noddes and were off.
I stuck my headphones in my ears one by one, I raised the volume up to hear (band name). It got me thinking of a debut I'm going to have- what my ring gear is, my entrance music- I hope it sounds good,hopefully its like rock style music. I can just picture it in my head- the music in my ears are tying it all together. Wait- don't get ahead of myself, I first need to go through one year of training...it was fun imagining it though. I also had an idea- what if in the future Christian and I become a tag team! That would be so awesome!
(taxi driver)- " We're here" What! We're already here, I kept day dreaming the entire ride. I feel like throwing up now. I get out the taxi- popping the trunk, grabbing my things. Christian pays the driver, he comes out to the back with me.
(Christian)- " Got everything?" he says grabbing his bag.
(y/n)- " Yeah- " I sighed nervously
(Christian)- " Don't be nervous- we already met with Mick Foley" The taxi driver starts to drive off, leaving me stranded. Come back.
(y/n)- " That's not what I'm worried about- its meeting everyone else"
(Christian)- " Everyone's gonna like you- trust me"
(y/n)- " I guess, lets just go inside. I'll follow you" he leads the way inside- is it too late to back down now? Okay, just keep walking. Step.Step. Step. Oh look the front entrance. Step. Step- breathe- I forgot about that. So many people- its like the live show we went to. Christian and I head up the backstage area- but we get stopped to secuirty
(security)- " You can't go back here"
(Christian)- " Mick Foley's expecting us"
(security)- " Is that so- wait here and i'll get to it" he trails off further in the back. Waiting out here till he gets back- I feel awkward carrying my bags, people are staring. Take a good look people- next year i'll make my debut.
(security)- " Alright- these two can pass" Oh lord, here we go. Christian head in first, as I pass the security men- the atmosphere changes. It kind of smells back here- gross. Many large boxes down the hall.
(y/n)- " Where are we going?"
(Christian)- " General Managers room, is what we're looking for" We search each door, turn a different direction.
(y/n)- " Hey- excuse me, do you know were we can find Mick Foley?"
(random)- " Yeah- just straight down, you can't miss it"
(y/n)- " Thank you" he leaves us- defending our own again.
(Christian)- " Can't miss it" he mocks the random guy.
(y/n)- " Lets just go" I laugh- pushing him along.
We reached the door, the man was right- had big letters, General Manager. We'll its time.Christian knocks on the door lightly.
(unknown)- " Come in" that sounds like Mick Foleys voice. Christian opens the door, letting me enter through it first.
(Mick)- " You guys made it!" he came rushing towards us- embracing us with open arms. We accepted it.
(y/n)- " Took us a while to decide"
(Mick)- " I'm sure you both- will fit right in"
(Christian)- " I'm pretty sure we will"
(Mick)- " Now- I took it upon myself to choose who'll be working it. "
(y/n)- " That's cool, who do I get?" I didn't even get a chance to pick anyone, but on the other hand, saves me from going around asking other people.
(Mick)- " You my dear, get the The Boss, Sasha Banks!" Mick seems excited- I go along with his excitement- honestly I don't know exactly who she is, but Mick seems happy with his choice
(y/n)-" That's so cool"
(Mick)- " And you- I chose someone who I think will be a perfect fit,Roman Reigns"
(Christian)- " That's awesome- I was actually hoping to train with him"
(Mick)- " Now- last week, I never got your names- how embarrassing"
(Christian)- " Christian De Silva "
(y/n)- " (f/n)(l/n)"
(Mick)- " Wonderful names, now Christian, since we already had a christian on our roster years back, How do you feel about using your full name ?
(Christian)- " I like that idea."
(Mick)- " And (y/n), our staff- came up with a good name for you- I think it fits you well"
(y/n)- " Hit me" I'm given a new name- and it will be--
(Mick)- " Zoey"
(y/n)- " I actually like it, Zoey" Zoey, Zoey Zoey-if I keep saying it in my head- maybe it'll stick.
(Mick)- " Get use to that name, around here and outside the ring. Now, I have your contracts, now- once you sign you will be part of our Wwe family" Mick gave us both clip boards- I skimmed through it, it was so much to read but I saw so man things about health policy and such. If i break any policy- I'm gone for thirty days. Bummer. I got the pen out- signing my john Hancock on this contract. Christian did the same- but took a while since he wanted to read some of it.
(Mick)- " Welcome to the family!" He hugged us again.
(Mick)- " This is exciting, shows about to start soon- why not go to the locker rooms and get to know your co-workers"
(christian)- " We'll do that, thanks again"
(Mick)- " See ya guys"
We leave the genral managers room. Cant believe we signed those contracts- I don't know if I should be happy or scared.