Athena Tyler Calaway, Queen of Pop, singer, dancer, actress, choreographer, personal trainer, professional WWE wrestler. She caught the eye of Michael Jackson, the iconic King of Pop, and a connection started to blossom between them.
As feelings gr...
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A FEW WEEKS LATER, WWE CAME TO CALIFORNIA. The bright lights of the arena in California illuminated the bustling backstage area of the WWE show. Excitement crackled in the air as wrestlers and crew members hurried back and forth, preparing for the night's event.
Amidst the controlled chaos backstage, Athena moved with a confident grace that caught Michael's eye as soon as he arrived. She was in the zone, going over her match plans with her fellow wrestlers, her presence commanding respect and admiration from those around her.
Michael couldn't help but feel a surge of nerves as he watched her from a distance. Despite his years in the spotlight, meeting Athena felt like a monumental moment for him.
Bill and Javon exchanged excited glances, knowing how much this meeting meant to Michael.
As Athena finished up her preparations, she started walking towards the Gorilla—indicating her match was first.
Bill quickly stepped in, guiding Michael towards Athena's locker room. The nerves were palpable as they approached, the anticipation building with each step closer to meeting the Queen of the Ring.
"Chris said he would meet us here," Bill said, leading Javon and Bill to a door with a sign labeled 'Athena Tyler Calaway' on it.
Javon couldn't help but bounce on his toes, the excitement radiating off of him, "We're really doing this? Meeting Athena Tyler in person?"
Bill nodded, a knowing smile on his face, "Javon, remember," he lightly scolded, "No weird or inappropriate remarks—nothing about her looks, or her body—nothing that would make her uncomfortable, alright?"
Javon blushed slightly, nodding vigorously, "Got it, Bill! I'm the picture of professionalism!"
Chris, as promised, caught sight of them and walked towards them, "Well, well—Bill, I knew you said this was a popular friend if yours, but I certainly didn't expect Michael Jackson," he extended a hand towards Michael, who took it graciously with a warm smile.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Chris," Michael said humbly.
Chris smiled, clearly pleased to have orchestrated this meeting, "Likewise, Mr. Jackson," he said as he pulled out a keycard, "This is to Athena's dressing room. Feel free to go in and you can watch the show from in there—the remote is on the TV stand. Her match is about to start."
Michael's heart raced with anticipation as he entered Athena's dressing room. The space was a mix of fierce determination and feminine grace, just like the woman herself. And there was a faint scent of lavender and vanilla that hung in the air.
Taking a seat, Michael couldn't tear his gaze away from the TV showing the live feed of the WWE match. Athena's entrance was electrifying as her music blared through the arena, signaling her imminent arrival in the ring. The crowd roared in approval, eager to witness her performance.
