30 seconds on the clock. My opponent strikes. I went for the punch. The knockout punch. I go for the cover. One, two, and a kick out! I go for my high flying move. I climb onto the top ropes and make the jump. One, two, three! Ding ding ding!
"And your winner Desi Reed!" Says the announcer.
"Great job sweety." Mom says while handing me a towel and a water bottle. "That was a very tough opponent!!! Do you know that your now in the state championships?!"
"Oh my god!" I squeal. "Are you serious!?"
"Yeah, I'm serious!" Mom gives me a giant hug. "I'm so proud of you! Your the best in New York State!"
"Hey desi." My brother Jerry walks over to us. "There is someone hear to see you." He says with a huge smile on his face.
"Who is it?" Mom questions.
"Let's let Desi find that out." My brother replies with a smirk. "He's in the hall"
"Ok." I say. I jog over to the side doors. I walk out the hall way and I can't believe what I see. I'm looking straight into the eyes of wwe's Vince McMahon.
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"Oh my god! You, you , your, your," I stutter.
"I'm Vince McMahon. Nice to meet you Desi." He puts out a hand.
I look at his hand in awe. " I, I know your name, and y-you, how do you know m-m-my name?" I grab his hand and shake it.
"You are the best wrestler in New York State." Mr. McMahon looks confused. "You are Desiree Reed aren't you?"
"Yes!" I say. "Thats me!"
"Well follow me, we have much to discuss." Vince replies.
"What about my mom?"
"Don't worry my security guards are explaining everything to her."
I take a glance into the door. Mom is chatting with the wwe security guards. Guess what she's doing, she's flirting it up. Oh, mom. This is pretty normal for her.
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I'm sitting in a limo. I am sitting in a limo with Vince McMahon. What. The. Hell.
"So Desiree." Vince starts a conversation. " How long have you been wrestling?"
"10 years." I say proudly. "I started when I was 8."
"Wonderful." Vince says." Now who is your favorite superstar?"
"If I'm being honest........ Chris Jericho." I smile. I love that guy.
As Vince McMahon starts to ask more questions, the easier it is too talk to him.
We arrive at the wwe stadium. When we get into his office Vince goes through a couple of papers and pulls one out so I can see it. He hands me a pen.
"This will be your WWE contract." Vince states. "When you sign this you are accepting to the terms and conditions of becoming a WWE diva."
I quickly signed. No one really reads contracts.
"This will be your trainer." Vince says. He gets up and opens the door. I look at my trainer who happens to be none other than "The Dashing" Cody Rhodes.
