The bright morning sunlight shone through the sheer white curtains of Cammi's bedroom windows. The warm white light angled right on the center of her face and managed to slowly stir her awake. She shifted and rolled slowly in her bed, blinking her brown eyes open reluctantly. The peaceful beauty of the new morning highlighting her face and giving her sleek brown hair an angelic glow was suddenly interrupted by the horrendous pterodactyl screech that ripped from Cammi's mouth.
"Myeeeeeeehhhhhhh," Cammi screeched as she yawned and stretched her extremely tired and sore limbs. Failing at an attempt to run her hands through the knotted nest that was her hair, she moved slowly out of bed and made a conscious effort to try not to move too much or bump into anything. The bruises on her lower back were undoubtedly a deep grape purple color, a result of landing on the ring apron time and time again everyday for the past few months. The aches of today were no where near the aches she felt after her and Cassidy's first day of training, but she could still feel every slam on the mat, every suplex she landed, every clothesline she endured. She was in pain, no doubt, but she smiled nonetheless. It was a good pain. A pain of progress.
"Jesus Christ, Cammi. Give me a heart attack in the morning why don't you? I thought you were getting murdered," Cassidy stood at the doorway to Cammi's room, rubbing her equally sore neck.
Cammi chuckled, "Good morning to you too, Sunshine."
Cassidy rolled her eyes and headed for the kitchen to start the day off with a healthy meal. Ever since they started training, they completely changed their daily routines: eating healthier, squeezing in extra exercise time whenever they can, actual training in class, and practicing submissions on each other at home. It was hard to do this what with each girl having a job as well. They had almost no down time and barely saw their families, but they managed. And even when they couldn't watch Raw or Smackdown, they could always record it for later. It wasn't the same, but it was part of the dream. They both knew it would all be worth it at the end.
Cammi followed Cassidy into the kitchen where she was making them both some oatmeal. Not the best breakfast, but it got the job done.
"Soo.. Are you excited for tonight?" Cammi asked, getting some bowls from the cupboards to put the meal in.
"Hell yeah! I can't even begin to comprehend how they think we're ready", Cassidy came to life with Cammi's question. A happy glint making her eyes shine like emeralds.
" Well we have been there for a few months."
"Yeah that's the point. It's only been a few months. They already want us to start competing?"
"Come on. We've heard it from everyone already. We're damn good, and we need the experience, Cass. How else are we gonna get it if we don't start?"
"No, I know. I know. It's just, wow. You know? It feels like we've just gotten there and now we're gonna be in our first match!" Cassidy gushed again, her eyes still gleaming and leaving Cammi wondering if her eyes were brimming with happiness as well.
"I think it was a great idea that Coach brought up to start us as a tag team. We bring out the best out of each other, you know ?" Cassidy said as she served breakfast.
"You the powerhouse technician!"
"And you the sexy high flyer!"
"Oh, please" Cammi laughed at the compliment as she shook her head.
"Alright, alright. Charismatic high flyer," she corrected and Cammi laughed again.
"Much better."
A few moments of silence passed before the girls highfived each other and kept their hands together for a few seconds to celebrate. "We did it, girl. The only place we can go now is up," Cammi said and Cassidy nodded, both girls smiling. They ate together as usual, talking about anything and everything and pumped each other up for their first ever match in the indies!
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Takeover
FanfictionNewly debuting WWE divas and long time best friends Cammi Storm and Cassidy Wolfe have high hopes of making it big in the Diva's division. Time after time, however, they are mistreated by the company, the fans, and the other wrestlers. Constantly un...