Hey!!! I'm back!! This is a sequel of sorts to The Intern and the Orton. There's going to be an entirely new couple featuring another original OC and a superstar of my choosing as well as a continuation of Randy and Annie, although somewhat in the background. LOL. This is too much fun lol. I thought about not writing another one, but damn it I couldn't do it! Ya'll seemed to be against that idea anyway, so I listened to your votes, and so now this is what I've come up with.
Well, here it is. Keep in mind, I'm still new at this, so try to stick with me while I get a feel for this new story, okay? That's all I ask, lol.
The New Girl
Rosalyn Bryant sat nervously across the desk from none other than Vincent and Stephanie McMahon. Her young heart felt as though it was going to explode in her chest. She had just revealed her actual age to them. She had stated that she was 21 in the résumé she had submitted a month earlier with a copy of a sample of her writing.
Now that she had revealed her age, she was very, very scared of being rejected. Not only because of her age, but also because of the fact that she had lied to Vincent McMahon in her résumé, and he wasn't looking to happy about it at the moment. She sighed and braced herself for a big 'Get the Hell out of my office.'
"Eighteen?" Vince questioned her in disbelief.
She cleared her throat, determined not to show that she was terrified. "Yes. I know my résumé says otherwise, however, I felt that if you knew how young I was, you wouldn't' even bother to look at my writing."
Stephanie had a worried look on her face. She really wanted to hire this girl. She was young, but her writing was excellent despite her age. None of the other writers had the kind of vision she saw in this girl's writing. She definitely showed great potential.
Vince's expression, however, was more complex. He didn't like being lied to, but he had to admit, she was good. "It would seem I'm a bit conflicted as to what to say to you, Miss Bryant. I could very well rip up this résumé and the story along with it. I don't approve of being lied to or introduced under false information."
He paused and noticed the apprehensive look on her face. He could tell that she expected him than to throw her out right on her ass. He then smiled, "However, I commend your ability. I have to admit, to a certain degree, you were correct in assuming that your submission may have been ignored for a time if you had been honest." He paused and let out a breath, "Now that I've read it, I must say, I don't want your talent going to waste somewhere else."
Rosalyn's eyes widened when he stood up and extended his hand, "Welcome to the WWE," he said with authority, yet in a welcoming tone.
"Thank you so much, Mr. McMahon. I swear I won't let you down. You won't regret this, I promise," Rosalyn swore as she jumped up and shook Vince's hand.
"Good, but just one more thing before I hand you over to Stephanie," Vince added.
"No more lies, got it? I like to think I have honest employees. Although I understand your plight this time, don't make it a normality to keep vital information from me or your other superiors. Understood?"
"Good," Vince turned toward Stephanie and waved her over, "I leave you to my daughter now. Good luck. You'll be working for Raw's writing team. I'll see you around." And with that, Vince left the two women.
Stephanie flashed a smile of approval, "Well, that went better than I expected. You're really only eighteen?"
"Ya-I mean yes…" she looked around, unsure of how to speak to her superior.
Stephanie gave her a sweet smile, "Relax. You can be yourself now. I know how you feel. Just calm down. Everything will be fine, you'll see."
Rosalyn let out a breath of relief, "Sorry, I'm just…nervous. I didn't think he was going to hire me."
"Why wouldn't he?"
"Well, the age thing, and the fact that I lied about it on my résumé."
"Well, I for one, don't care if you're 18 or 187, your writing speaks for itself. I'm glad you'll be on the creative team," she paused and took Rosalyn by the arm, "C'mon, I'll show you around and tell you everything there is to know."
"Thank you Ms. McMahon," Rosalyn said, still nervous.
Stephanie stopped in her tracks and began to laugh, "Listen, Rosalyn, first of all, I'm married. It's Stephanie Levesque now, so if you were to address me formally it'd be Mrs. Levesque, Okay? And second, call me Stephanie, you're going to me working with me more than you are going to be working for me."
Rosalyn breathed relief again, "Okay, and by the way, you can call me Rose or Rosie, everyone does."
"Okay, then let's get going Rosie, we've got a lot of things to cover today."
Rose lay down her bed with a huff. It was eleven o'clock and she was beat. She went over everything she'd be doing. She had to be at every Raw event and at every pay per view. Her first day would be tomorrow. She was to be shown around by…'Who am I supposed to meet tomorrow?' she asked herself as she reached for her purse.
She pulled out the folded piece of paper she had wrote the name on. 'Oh yah…' she thought as she read the name on the paper, 'Breanne Davis.' She hoped everything went smoothly on her first day. She was excited and scared at the same time.
She remembered how she had started writing. She was twelve years old and writing poems about love, death, and the pain she felt. She had lived in a foster home since the day she was born. She had never known, nor cared to know her true parents. She moved from home to home not caring where she was going, so long as she had pen and paper.
She had caught an episode of Raw one night at one the homes when she was twelve. She had instantly become addicted to the sport, the adrenaline rush she got as she watched, and most of all, the storylines. Since that night, becoming a writer for the WWE became her goal.
Rose sat back and thought about all the times she had considered submitting a résumé and a sample, and had decided not to. Not only because of her age, but also because of her lack of experience working for somewhere. She had finally decided to go through with it a few months after she turned eighteen.
She knew the chances of her submission earning her an interview were not likely, and so getting the job was even less likely. So she had altered her resume in order for them to read her story, and it had worked. Today she had achieved her goal, and in only six years.
Here she was, an eighteen year old college freshman, who a month ago was struggling to pay her bills, now a creative writer for the WWE. She could hardly grasp the concept, much less accept it. She laughed out in joy. She would be traveling, seeing the country, and leaving her dumpy apartment behind. She was determined to make a new, better life for herself. She would continue her education, but it would have to be online. 'Oh well,' she thought, 'online is better than none at all.' She wasn't so foolish as to cease her education. She wanted to earn a degree, and she would.
She had always been independent, in a way. The only thing she relied on the foster homes for was a roof over her head. She had been working since the age of fifteen, and winning a number of writing and art awards all throughout elementary and high school.
Everyone always thought she was wasting her time. That she would never be able to find a career in writing. She had vowed to herself to keep trying and finally, her work was going to pay off. She was going to make it, and she was going to do it counting on no one else than herself.
"A one woman army," she smiled to herself before she got up to take a shower and get ready for bed. Tomorrow was going to be the best day of her young life. She was going to prove everyone in her past wrong. She was going to make something of herself.
A phone rang out in a darkened hotel room. Two sleeping forms groaned when they heard the noise, "Why don't you get that?" the woman asked the man next to her.
"Because it's your phone," he mumbled as he turned over on his side and went back to sleep with an evil grin on his face.
The woman let out a groan, "Stupid man," she griped as she reached out and grabbed her ringing cell phone. "Hello?"
She recognized the voice on the end of the phone, "Stephanie? Yah, it's me."
"Were you sleeping?" Stephanie asked.
"Yah, both of us were, now only one of is," she sighed as she shot a look at the lazy man on the other side of the bed. It wasn't the look she had meant to send, a mean and scornful one, rather, it was loving and smiling.
"Oh, well, there's no rest for the weary, you know that!"
"Yah, I know. So, what did you need?"
"Well, I have an assignment for you on your first night back. Breanne, I need you to show around a new writer before Raw tomorrow. Are you free?"
"Yah, I'm free."
"Good, so how's the legend killer?" Stephanie asked with a small laugh.
Stephanie paused for a minute. She had been dying to ask this question, and now that the business of this phone call was over, "Hey, what's this big surprise you two have in store for everyone tomorrow, eh? Paul really wants to know."
Annie heard Paul's laughter, "Don't believer her Annie. She's the nosey one. It's all her." She then heard a smack and an "ouch," that definitely had to be Paul's.
Annie shook her head, "I'd tell you, but Randy swore me to secrecy. You'll just have to wait until tomorrow just like everyone else."
Stephanie rolled her eyes, "Alright, alright. I'll let you go. Get some sleep."
"I intend to. See ya tomorrow, Steph," Breanne said as they hung up.
Annie rolled over to her side and wrapped her arms around Randy. She couldn't wait to tell everyone the news, nor could she wait to meet the new writer. Her first day back seemed like it was going to be an adventure.
Okay, well, I hope you guys like it so far!!! Please tell me what you think, I love reviews, as you well know, lol!!! I hope to have the next chapter up before next Monday!