Don't Get In My Way (DEAN AMBROSE)

Chapter Two: This is new

"Welcome, newbie." Kane greets me, he's wearing a suit and a tie. It's the complete opposite of his past self when in the ring.

"Right now we are setting up the ring, speakers and all that for the show; so you have," Kane checks his watch "around eight hours to kill." He looks up at me, "have fun." And Kane pats me on the shoulder and leaves me alone in the large backstage area.

I am completely lost. I don't know what to do in the span of eight hours. Suddenly a very familiar voice comes from behind, "hello."

I turn and see it's Mauro Ranallo, "are you Miss Wheeler?"

"Yes, I am." I say and tug at my luggage.

"Well, I'm Mauro and congratulations on the promotion." He says and takes out his hand, I shake it politely.

"Do you know a nearby hotel? I forgot to make a reservation." I say with shame of myself for letting this slip my mind. But how was I supposed to remember? I only had one week to plan all of this.

"Yeah, WWE rented out a hotel for the night, which is a once in a blue moon thing." Mauro says and nods. "I'll send you the address, what's your number?" He smoothly asked.

~~~

After I unpacked my clothing and all, I took a shower. And then I was still bored, so I texted Tom, he hasn't answered yet either. After the meeting with Hunter, I met up with Tom; I ran to him and hugged the life out of him. I told him the good news and he was really supportive of me. But I couldn't help feel that I got the promotion because of Tom, which pretty much happened.

And now I feel like I owe him for this opportunity. As a result of that, I have been a very loving and respectful girlfriend. You know, every night making him a candlelight dinner and a nice hot bath kind of girlfriend.

I don't think Tom is yet comfortable with us having sex, but I'm respectful of that; it'll just make our first time more special.

However, at the same time I'm kind of disappointed and dissatisfied that the furthest we've ever gone is going topless.

For 11 and a half months.

My text chime rings me out of my thoughts. I quickly pick it up, thinking it was Tom. But once again, disappointment.

Come to the arena.
MR

I read the message my colleague sent and nervously type 'On my way!' This is where I get to make a good first impression. So don't screw it up.

~~~

I looked for Mauro through the small crowd of cameramen and two assistants.

"Miss Wheeler!" I turned to him with a polite and nervous smile, I went to him and he quickly handed me a sheet of paper. "It's the script, you don't talk much, so memorize all of it, we'll film in 20." He rapidly said and patted me on the shoulder and left.

I looked around and locked eyes with the boom operator. He kindly smiled; I reciprocated and looked down and memorized the entire script.

The script was descriptive in what to do even when the camera was not on you. The brand names for WWE were very specific in what they wanted and not.

"Everyone ready?" The main cameraman asked, which was a cue for camera and two assistants to get in positions. I stood on the red 'x' taped on the floor and was handed a fake microphone by one of the crew.

I saw a wrestler come near me and stand on the yellow 'x' taped on the floor. This must be AJ Styles.

"And..." the cameraman trailed the 'and' as he got into position. He pointed his finger toward us.