[[A/N: HAI GUIZE :D I came up with this idea originally during & after the WWE show in Sydney and thought "Hey, this'd make a really cool story"... So here you go! Thanks to RKORyder for her advice on this chapter, and I hope everyone enjoys this! xxx]]
+ BLAIR'S POV + 17/6/2011 +
"HEEEEEEYYYYY MUM!" I shouted happily, strolling through the now open door that connected our garage to the TV room she was sitting in. I'd practically just finished my usual daytime shift at MacDonald's - Maccas for short - and only had to cross over two streets while walking up one to get home. She looked up at me and groaned typically, as it was custom for me to greet her so loudly - and it usually annoyed her that I did so. I waved to her before walking upstairs and dropping my bag, changing from my sweaty, salt-infested work uniform into a comfy pair of grey sweats, a pink shirt and a black hoodie. Sighing happily, I took a moment to stand still in the middle of my messy bedroom and enjoy my newfound warmth before racing downstairs for a snack.
Settling on a greatly under-filled packet of potato chips, I walked back into the back TV room and flopped down in "my" corner chair, resting my feet in Mum's lap. "How was... your... day?" I asked in between mouthfuls. She made a remark about my manners that I ignored, and she just shrugged. Looking up at the TV, I noticed she was watching one of her usual cop shows and made more of an effort to chew with my mouth closed - if it didn't earn me brownie points, it would at least keep me out of her bad books. Which could only be a good thing.
I pulled out my phone and spent a while trawling Facebook, stuffing it back into my pocket when I got bored half an hour later. It was almost 5pm now and most of my workmates were still at work ; it would be getting busy again by now, because of all the kids coming by after school. That could be a real nightmare sometimes but, as I reflected quietly, at least it was never too boring. Yawning quietly, I stretched out my arms, enjoying the dead silence between my mother and I for now - she was pretty involved in her TV show, and I knew once I switched on the wrestling that we'd be laughing and cracking feral jokes like no tomorrow.
The silence was interrupted prematurely after just ten minutes, when Mum suddenly straightened up, turning to face me with an expectant expression on her face. "Blair, there's a letter for you on the bench... It's the big manila envelope, I can't tell who it's from though" she said. I was mildly interested now; it sounded mysterious, but it still had the potential to be boring - stuff like that never turned out to be particularly cool for me. Shrugging gently, I stood up and decided to go see what it was. Sliding into the kitchen lazily, I tore open the big envelope, finding another smaller one inside. After I ripped that open, I unfolded a white piece of paper and began to read. It said:
Dear Ms Alexander,
Thank you very much for entering our "Be A Valet" competition, as hosted online by WWE this June. We greatly enjoyed watching your video entry and would like to thank you for the effort you put into creating it.
After careful consideration, we would like to inform you that we have selected you as the winner. As decided by those in charge of the Australia & New Zealand tour after watching your video, you will be accompanying Evan Bourne to the ring.
Since you are seated in the ringside area near the ramp, a security guard will come to collect you immediately after the match preceding Evan's. They will take you to a room backstage where you may change clothes if needed, and then you will wait for Evan so you may escort him to the ring.
We look forward to you making your appearance at the Sydney show on the first of July, and hope you will enjoy the night.
Executive Vice President of Talent Relations
World Wrestling Entertainment.
I was in utter shock now... I'd won! I had really won the "Be A Valet" competition. The show was just two weeks away now, and I was going to be a part of it! I was going to meet Evan Bourne and accompany him to the ring! Something I'd always wanted to do was be a valet - it seemed so exciting, and now I'd get the chance; and for someone that the fans loved! This was definitely the best news ever. Clutching the letter close to my chest, I leaned against the kitchen cupboard now, sliding down to the floor and sitting there for a while. "Mum!" I shouted, sucking in a deep breath. "Can you come in here?"
As a few tears of joy made tracks over my cheeks, she walked in with a confused look on her face. "You alright there, Ranga?" she asked, standing a metre away. I waved the letter in the air so that the WWE letterhead could be seen.
"I'm better than alright... Mum, I won the valet competition. When I go to the WWE show with Catherine two weeks from now... I'll be walking down to the ring, they picked a wrestler for me and it's friggin' awesome!" I explained, standing up and grabbing a can of Coke from the fridge. She gave me a mysterious looking smile and I questioned her on it.
"I just finished Law & Order, let's go watch RAW so you can show me who they picked for you... Hope it's someone good-looking!" she joked. I assured her that he most definitely was good-looking and with that, I sat down with her in front of the TV, smiling the whole way through, especially when I pointed Evan out to her.
+ BLAIR'S POV + 1st July, 2011 [Two Weeks Later] +
"Got my phone, got my camera, we can definitely go now!" I shouted excitedly as Catherine and I walked out of Hooters at Rosehill, not too far away from the arena. Laughing awkwardly, she shook her head and tried to quiet me down. Seeing her Apex Predator shirt peeking out from her hoodie, I just rolled my eyes. "You're just as excited as I am, don't even try to deny it!" I retorted good-naturedly, taking my millionth deep breath as I felt my heart beginning to race again. I hadn't told Catherine about my winning the valet competition and every time I thought about it, I got even more nervous. I knew that if I told her then we'd be talking about it during the show, and then the people around us would hear, which wasn't the way I wanted it to go; I wanted to shock the whole damn arena.
As we both climbed into her car, I threw my leather jacket into the backseat, hitching up my black taffeta bustier and doing the same with my red skinny jeans even though I wore a belt. I knew I wouldn't be wearing this outfit down to the ring, but making it nice and neat was keeping my nerves in check. "You alright?" Catherine asked, slowly making her way out of the carpark once her car had started up. I nodded and plugged my iPod back in to her sound system and pressed "Shuffle"; "Dumb Bitch" by Mickie James started playing, much to my delight. By the time the first chorus rolled around I was singing along like nobody's business - at least, when I wasn't giggling excitedly. "Can't believe you don't know this song!" I cried. Catherine just shrugged and as the song came to an end, we got caught in traffic.
"Ah, crap..." she mumbled softly; she really wasn't the angry type, unlike me, so it was just as well I couldn't drive. I just smiled and started whistling the tune to Lady GaGa's "Money Honey", dancing oddly in my seat as the song began to play. The first time I heard the line "But my knees get weak intensive" really got me thinking... My knees were already weak now; what was it going to be like when I actually met Evan? When I first spoke to him, when we made our way to the ring... What if I fell flat on my face and embarrassed us both? It'd end up all over the Internet, and I'd never live it down if that happened. Getting so consumed in these worried thoughts, I barely noticed when the traffic lights turned green and Catherine kept driving.
"Hey, are you alright?" she asked softly. I nodded hurriedly, plastering a big grin on my face, since I was actually excited - my nerves were just getting the best of me. She raised her eyebrow and looked rather disbelieving, so I told her I was just feeling a bit unwell - a slight stretch of the truth, but I didn't want to tell her the truth just yet. Accepting my answer, she looked out at the road, her eyes lighting up when "Burn In My Light" by Mercy Drive started playing.
"Yo Cat, it's your boyyyyyy!" I teased. I'd known her for about seven years now and she'd always been a Randy Orton fan. Once I'd gotten into wrestling I'd been a Chris Benoit fan almost straight away, so between us we'd had some pretty interesting conversations back in the day, which I sorely missed. "Remember when you used to hate this song?" she teased. Chuckling and nodding knowingly, I let out a dramatic sigh.
"Yesssss, I dooooo..." I whined, remembering how amused she'd been when I first decided I liked the song after all. She'd paid me out for it big time and I'd never forgotten, but at least it was funny... That much I could handle.
"What the hell?" Catherine blurted out. I looked at her without even thinking; her family was very religious and she rarely swore - even 'hell' was a stretch for her sometimes. "What?" I mumbled, yawning softly.
"Traffic, again!" she exclaimed, shaking her head in confusion. She asked me what time it was and I looked at my phone, really not sure whether I should panic or not. "It's 6:30..." I stated flatly, taking a series of deep breaths. We're not going to be late, everything's going to be okay... I started to tell myself as my heart rate increased. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit...
"What time does the show start?" she asked. Already having it memorized, I told her it started at 7:30, and she smiled. "Got plenty of time!" she replied cheerily. My hands came to rest on the dashboard as I leaned forward, just in time for "Know Your Enemy" by Green Day to start playing. "Wrong show!" I joked, drumming in time with the song as I sang along, trying my best to keep up with the words.
"Don't be blinded by the light, in your eyeeesssss!" I sang, trying to hit a high note at just the right note, my voice cracking some. Swearing underneath my breath, I decided not to try again, just keeping in time more quietly until something came along that I didn't have to strain my voice for.
"Stomp stomp, I've arriiiiived, drop the beat nasty face, why you looking at me?" I sang excitedly, bobbing my head and rapping to the new song. Catherine asked me what the song was and I coughed, face-palming instantly even though I really shouldn't have been surprised. "It's 'Do It Like A Dude'... Jessie J? Ring any bells?"
It didn't, so I left it alone and sighed in relief as the car got moving again. There was no more traffic got in our way for the rest of the trip - which was nice - and we managed to find a decent parking spot that wasn't miles away. I could see groups of people walking past Catherine's car, most of them wearing wrestling shirts, and it made me even more excited. "Shame my boy Daniel Bryan isn't here..." I stated wistfully; since he was on Smackdown, we wouldn't be seeing him tonight, which had been a bummer, but I was excited nonetheless. Catherine laughed and we then made our way out of the carpark and to the arena, only stopping to pay for parking. Somehow we managed to find a merchandise stand that wasn't overly crowded, and I purchased the tour shirt and CM Punk's shirt - though I certainly wouldn't be wearing that tonight! At the last minute I decided to grab a programme, and then we rushed through the hallways and down some stairs to get to our seats.
"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, WE'RE HERE!" I squealed excitedly, grabbing her shoulders tightly and bouncing up and down in my seat. She grinned and said "And we're sitting by the ramp too, this is seriously awesome!" Nodding in agreement, I set my bag down on the floor, feeling my heartbeat rising again. "Jesus Christ!" I hissed quietly, my fists curling up of their own accord. At this rate, I wasn't even going to be able to talk to Evan, let alone walk to the ring with him! I reached for my bag and pulled out my bottle of Coke Zero, chugging it down until it was half full and feeling better instantly. "There we go..." I murmured softly, almost jumping out of my seat as the RAW theme music began to play. CM Punk's theme music began blaring through the arena next and I squealed "OH MY GOD, IT'S CM PUNK! IT'S CM PUNK!", barely able to contain myself.
As a few tears of joy came to my eyes, I watched intently as he cut his promo before Rey Mysterio came down to the ring. In the midst of my excitement I shouted, "TAKE IT OFF!" as soon as he reached for his shirt, sighing dreamily. God, he has an amazing body... What I wouldn't give!
The first match of the night ended up being amazing, even if CM Punk didn't win - I was still a Rey Mysterio fan and they'd put on a great show; and I'd gotten some awesome photos out of it. Kelly Kelly and Beth Phoenix had a tag match against the Bella Twins next, and much to my deep embarrassment I found myself cheering for Nikki and Brie for a few seconds when they made their entrance - I even hummed along to their entrance music! "Fuck, what was that?" I mumbled, snapping away with my camera. Smiling gleefully, Catherine teased me until the match started, and I cheered for Kelly and Beth the whole way through. Some of my friends still liked bagging me out for being a Kelly Kelly fan but I was so happy to watch her live, and even more excited when she and Beth came out victorious. "Yeaaahhh! WOOOO!" I shouted loudly, clapping and cheering as I took even more photos, grinning widely and waiting in anticipation for the next match.
As soon as I heard "Ohhhh radioooo, tell me everything you know..." blasting out through the entire arena, I clutched my camera tightly. That song meant only one thing; Zack Ryder was coming to the ring, and I absolutely had to get some good photos of him, knowing a certain buddy of mine would greatly appreciate it. Primo came out next so I knew the match would be interesting, even if I wasn't too fussed about the latter. It was the quickest match of the night so far, and when Zack ascended the ropes to celebrate his victory I held out my camera, snapping a few choice photos. Feeling pretty proud of my efforts, I pushed my camera inside my pocket for a few minutes, shaking and stretching out my hands so they wouldn't be as sore.
I was about to open a packet of lollies from my handbag when I could felt someone's hand gently tapping on my shoulder. Unaware of whom it was, I slowly turned my head to check and almost dropped it in the process. It was a security guard with the WWE logo on his shirt. Leaning in, he whispered quietly to me that it was my time to head backstage now. Grabbing my bag with my "ring gear" in it, I jumped up; Catherine tugged on my sleeve and I lied quickly, saying that I'd dropped my proof of age card and they must have found it on the floor nearby. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, I waved and followed the guard backstage, I slung my bag over one shoulder and looked around nervously, nodding once he led me through some hallways and showed me to an empty room with a few benches and coat racks on the walls. "Thanks" I whispered, after the guard explained that Evan would come by in a few minutes and that I could change clothes there. Closing the door after he left, I yanked off my black heels and proceeded to rid myself of my dinner outfit, except for my red heart earring and Sacred Heart cross locket. Pulling on my denim shorts and sliding my pink belt through the loops, I then put my customized singlet on; it read "Bourne 2 Fly" in bright red lettering.
As I stood up, I looked around the room while pulling on a pair of fluffy black fairy wings. Deciding to shake off my nerves, I checked that the door was properly closed and started running and jumping around, practicing different poses and stances that I could use. I was in the middle of mimicking Stacy Keibler when I heard a knock on the door. "Just a minute!" I shouted, taking one last sip of my Coke Zero before I zipped up my bag and ruffled my hair. After I silently thanked God that Catherine had a camera and prayed to God that she wouldn't hate me for keeping this a secret, I straightened out my singlet and walked to the door, opening it and smiling.
"Hey, you're Blair, aren't you? I'm Evan Bourne..." Evan said immediately, a big smile on his face. I nodded and said, "That'd be me... It's nice to meet you", holding out my hand. We shook hands politely and then he ushered me out into the hallway. I was pleased to note I wasn't that much shorter than him - with the boots on I was roughly 168cm tall - so I didn't have to feel like a total midget; nor was I too tall for him.
"So, how have you enjoyed the show so far?" Evan asked politely. I took a moment to think of the right answer, smiling when I had it. "It's been seriously awesome, I thought Punk's promo was great and I've really enjoyed the matches so far" I said honestly. He seemed pleased with my answer and smiled, pointing to the next hallway we had to walk down, a sign indicating that we weren't too far away from the "Gorilla Position". Now that was seriously exciting, and as we continued to walk there was a brand-new spring in my step. "Almost there" I murmured in an awed whisper, studying Evan's ring attire with a casual glance until he looked back at me.
"I like your singlet... Did you make it yourself?" he asked, peering at me curiously. I gave a slight nod and replied "Sort of... I chose the font and colour, but because of my font choice I sent it in to some shirt printing place near my house, I couldn't have stenciled that on myself". Shaking my head, I began to fear that I was boring him terribly and sounding like a major nerd; but when I looked back at him, he was still smiling, and said "Nice choice".
He even likes my choice of font... WINNING! I thought, chuckling softly to myself so he wouldn't hear or ask what I was laughing at. I stopped laughing as we took a rather sharp turn and he came to a complete standstill, which I copied. Looking up at him expectantly, he pointed to a sign on the wall directly opposite us, above a wooden table. We were in the Gorilla Position now, and I could hear almost nothing now; the crowd seemed completely silent. Seemingly noticing this as well, Evan scratched his head and smoothed out his singlet. I adjusted my fairy wings slightly, and he held out his arm, I held onto it tightly, flashing him a nervous smile.
"Are you ready, Blair?" Evan asked me, just as my heart jumped into my throat. I nodded and he pulled me in a little closer, almost so I was glued to his hip. As I looked up and around, a techie told us Evan's music was about to play. Then I spoke for the last time before we made our entrance:
"Yeah, I'm ready... Now let's get the hell out there!"
[[A/N: Okay so this chapter was a little longer than intended, but you know what that means? There will be more chapters, WOO :D After I write everything from my character's POV, I may post new versions from Evan's POV for fun (:
Just a side note, I notied some typos in this after first posting it, those that I have seen are now fixed. If anyone notices any more please tell me :D
BTW; in the next chapter there will be a nightclub scene, if you can recommend any good songs, or WWE songs I could use in that, then let me know :P To everyone who's read this, I really hope you've enjoyed this first chapter, don't forget to Review and keep your eyes open for the next one! Toodles xoxo]]