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by aIive_

"Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up? Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck?"

The girl tapped her fingers on the smooth surface of the table. Her eyes stared, unfocused, at the light blue ceiling. She hummed softly to herself with the song, despite not knowing it.

Her two-sizes too big light brown sweater showing the black tank top that hugged her figure through the small holes in it went along nicely with her light jeans and her Redback short boots.

She took another sip of her hot cocoa, waiting patiently.

"Christina?" a voice shook the dark blonde away from her thoughts.

"Stephanie!" she exclaimed, standing up. Knowing she was going to meet her idol, Stephanie McMahon, and meeting her were two completely different things. "Please, call me Chris."

"Alright Chris," the brunette smiled. Christina drank in the woman in front of her, she was ready for the dream to explode in her face, leaving her a mess. "Under normal circumstances we'd be doing this meeting at the WWE headquarters."

"Yes, I am terribly sorry. My financial state doesn't allow me to take the flight-"

"It's quite alright," the woman has assured Christina. "If we weren't interested I wouldn't be here."

"Oh."

Christina was very rarely in a loss for words, but right now she was.

WWE were interested in her? Was that possible?

"I'd like to test you physically before taking the next stage, if you'd please, where is the nearest gym?"