Mija Priestess

Part 1

Working for the WWE had always been a dream of mine, granted I never wanted to be in the ring but ever since I was a kid I always thought about what I could be doing behind the camera. Now at 31 I was working full time in costume. It also boded well for me that I had qualifications in theatre costume too so I was always on hand to help with emergencies that happened and that I was more comfortable with out there designs than your run of the mill high street stuff.

However, with the 2023 rumble just a few days away this was one of our busiest times. The last few days before a big premium event were always the hardest and a lot of the time I didn't get much chance to eat, let alone sleep or relax. Today was no exception, we had just landed in Texas a few hours after the 30th anniversary of Raw and in preparation for the rumble on Saturday at the Alamodome. I should have been sleeping on the flight while I had chance but instead I was designing rumble ring gear that I had only a few days to prepare.

Rhea had come to me earlier in the day stressing that Lizzie who was normally in charge of the judgement day and their ring gear had left. "I am not too sure what has happened but I went to see her, she was packing up her stuff and telling me she was not happy about her treatment and that our gear and us can go to hell. Then she stormed off with all her cases." Rhea was shaking as she told me and I wasn't sure as to whether or not this was because she was worried, upset or angry. I agreed to help as there was no way I was allowing my best friend to panic when she needed to concentrate on throwing 29 other women over the top rope and secure herself a match at Wrestlemania. It was only her and Damian who needed sorting and I had put together more outfits in less time before. 

We often travelled together and became really good friends after we both realised we were outsiders who were in a foreign country and away from our families. I was from the UK and she was from Australia. Our flight landed, I grabbed my luggage which always included a portable sewing machine and made my way through arrivals to go and grab an Uber. Rhea was spending a few days back in Florida with her partner before coming out to Texas. I had left my boyfriend 6 months ago so was currently spending all my time on the road until I had no choice but return to Florida and house hunt. I arrived at the hotel that was to be my home for a few days and made my way to my room to set up my sewing station.

I knew a few of the superstars were going home for a few days before rumble but thankfully I had seen a couple of them on my flight and as I walked towards the elevator after checking in I saw a familiar figure in front of me. I took a deep breath and shouted. "Hey Damian." I jogged slightly to catch up to him, I was tall at 5ft 11 but even I felt dwarfed by his intimidating 6ft 5 frame. He stopped and spun round looking at me with confusion in his face, to be fair a lot of the superstars didn't know me from Adam. A few interacted with us but mostly we were handed measurements and designs by others to get sorted.

"Yeah, can I help you Miss?" His deep voice sending chills throughout my whole body and I had to admit that until now I had never seen just how mesmerising his eyes were.

"I'm Sophie, you can call me Soph. Rhea spoke to me and advised that Lizzie had kind of left you guys in the shit for Saturday. She roped me in to help you with your ring gear for the rumble. That is if you want me to help, I have a few designs I think may look good on you but your decision." I could feel myself panicking and starting to mumble slightly as I finished my sentence. We stepped into the empty elevator together and continued our conversation. All I could smell was his aftershave and it was intoxicating.

"Oh yeah she mentioned that she would be putting me in contact with you. She speaks highly of you and if she trusts you then I trust you. Didn't think that you would be here to be honest with you though. Thought that you would have been flying home like the others. What do you need?"

"Flying home isn't an option for me right now. Maybe I'll bore you with that later. Will you be around later this afternoon for me to be able to pop by and show you some designs and get your measurements?"

"Of course, 423. I will be going to sleep for a few hours though so make sure that you let me catch up on my beauty sleep. How about this evening? Gives us both a chance to grab some shut eye, food and gets my workout out of the way."

"Sounds great to me. Here is my card, why don't you drop me a text when you are free? If I am free I will pop to your room with my designs and tape measure. You aren't the only one who wants to get a workout in today you know. As for the sleep, I'll do that if I get a chance." I smiled and giggled. We both got out on the 4th floor and Damian looked at me quizzically. "Don't worry, not stalking you. I'm in 417." I said as I flashed him my key card.

We walked towards our rooms which were only a few doors apart and Damian walked me to my door which shocked me but also felt nice. "Just being a gentleman and making sure you get in ok." He laughed that deep maniacal laugh of his and I felt my legs go weak.

"Thanks and this is me, nice and safely home for the week. Catch you later." I shuffled inside and gently closed the door after watching him walk away. Ok so maybe I did fancy him, Rhea had asked me time and time again who I fancied at work to which I always replied no one. She never believed me though. Seems as though I had just never seen him in the right light.