Darlee had walked into the arena, she kept her shoulder length brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, she wore a black t-shirt and a pair of faded dark blue jeans with a pair of black and white Pumas on her feet. She wore no make-up except for a clear gloss on her lips, and her gray eyes stayed hidden behind her dark rim glasses. She walked up to the Divas locker room and knocked on the door. A woman about her height with beautiful dark hair opened the door. The woman looked her up and down.
"Can I help you?" She asked.
"Yes, I'm Darlee Wolfe, your new assistant Ms." She started, but was cut off.
"Please call me Candice, do you want to come in?" She asked. Darlee nodded and walked into the room. She looked around at a couple of the other Divas in the room and immediately felt out of place, they were all so beautiful and she was just, average.
"Who's that?" Melina asked from her seat on the leather couch.
"This is our new assistant Darlee." Candice told her.
"Oh, in that case, can you run down to catering and get me a bottle of Evian?" Melina asked.
"Sure," Darlee started, but was stopped by Candice.
"No, our assistant as in me Torrie and Maria's assistant." Candice said with a little attitude.
"Whatever," Melina said a little annoyed by Candice. Candice pulled Darlee into the next room of the locker room.
"Steer clear of her okay, she's a major bitch." Candice told her and Darlee simply nodded. In the second room, was a blonde woman and a brunette woman, both very beautiful, sitting on a couch talking.
"Guys, this is our assistant Darlee Wolfe." Candice said bringing her forward a little.
"Oh my God, it's a pleasure to meet you!" the brunette said as she got up from the couch excitedly. "I'm Maria," She said shaking her hand.
"Oh no, the pleasure is all mine." Darlee said as she smiled lightly. The blonde was the last to come over.
"Look, you're our assistant, if I ask you for something I want it right away, if it's not perfect you will feel my wrath." She said seriously, Darlee was just silent, not knowing what to say. A couple moments later the blonde cracked a genuine smile. "I'm just kidding; I'm Torrie, welcome to the family." She said.
"Okay, so it's your first day don't worry, I only play a bitch on television." Candice said to her. "Even on a normal day, you won't be working too hard; you just have to keep our schedules in order, clear our wardrobe for the night with Hannah the wardrobe manager. Sometimes we'll have a script that we need, sometimes we won't, there will probably be some other odds and ends, but you'll get the hang of it." Candice said smiling as she led her over to sit down.
"So, where did you go to school?" Maria asked.
"F.I.T," Darlee said simply.
"As in the Fashion Institute of Technology?" Torrie asked.
"Yea," Darlee smiled shyly.
"Well how did that come about?" Torrie asked.
"So, it started out me just making clothes for my dolls when I was little, around middle school I started sketching out clothing in the corners of my school books, I started making shirts for myself, and by high school I was making pageant dresses for our small town pageant queens. Then after I graduated from high school I got into F.I.T on a full ride." She told them.
"Maybe we could see your designs sometime?" Candice half-asked.
"No one has ever seen my sketchbook, I don't know." Darlee said to them.
"Please consider it; we would really love to see what you can do." Candice said to her. Darlee looked around.
"Where's the bathroom?" Darlee asked as she stood up.
"It's right there." Torrie said as she pointed at the door to the left. Darlee nodded a thanks and went into the bathroom. As soon as she was gone, Candice leaned into the other two.
"You know, with some make-up and contacts she would look like Angelina Jolie from afar." Candice told them.
Darlee had been working with the three Divas for about two weeks now. No one had really noticed her because she never spoke, Darlee hid behind her glasses and her work. She wasn't blind, she saw the gorgeous muscular men around her, she especially noticed Randy Orton, it was hard not to, no matter what they would be talking about, he would always pop up in the conversation. Darlee didn't even bother trying to get his attention; she knew he would never even glance twice at her with all of the other beautiful women around. But that was all about to change today.
Darlee left the Diva locker room and walked across the backstage area to the creative writing room to get the scripts for the Divas. After receiving the stack of scripts from the geeky intern, she started her walk back across. Darlee went to push her glasses up on her nose and didn't see a certain dark haired tall guy coming toward her and walked right into what felt like a brick wall, the impact sent the scripts and her glasses flying as Darlee fell to the ground. Her messy bun, which had been held in place by a pencil, came undone. Randy quickly knelt down to help her.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry." Darlee said as she felt around for her glasses.
"No, it was my fault; I wasn't looking at where I was going." Randy said as he picked up the scripts for her, he then helped her to her feet. Randy caught a glimpse of her strikingly beautiful face. He knelt down and picked up her glasses.
"I believe these are yours." He smiled a little.
"Thanks," She said as she put them on. He looked at his watch for a moment.
"I'm Randy by the…" Randy stopped talking when he looked up to see that she was gone. He saw John Cena approaching.
"Hey John, who was that girl?" He asked.
"Which girl?" John asked.
"The tragically beautiful one with the glasses." Randy told him.
"Oh, that's Darlee, she's a new assistant." John told him and then knelt down to pick up a palm pilot lying on the floor.
"This is Darlee's I should probably take it to her." John said, but was stopped by Randy.
"No, I'll take it to her." He said as he took the palm pilot from his friend.
Darlee hurried into the Diva locker room with red cheeks, she had never been so embarrassed before. She set the scripts down on the coffee table so she could put her mass of brown hair into a ponytail.
"What are you so worked up about?" Maria asked as she came out of the back and sat down on a couch.
"Nothing," Darlee told her.
"Liar, as your boss I'm ordering you to tell me the truth." Maria said trying to act serious. Darlee gave her a look and then cracked a smile.
"Okay, so while I was on my way back with the scripts, I bumped into Randy Orton." Darlee told her, Maria responded with a gasp.
"Oh my God, do tell more!" She said excitedly.
"What more is there to tell, I fell flat on my ass and I just want to crawl into a little hole and die. Maria I am never going to be able to look him in the eye again." Darlee said as Torrie and Candice walked in.
"Look who in the eye?" Candice asked.
"Maria, don't you dare!" Darlee warned.
"Darlee bumped into Randy in the hallway, literally." Maria told them. Darlee huffed and sat down in a chair.
"So what was it like?" Torrie asked.
"It was like walking into a brick wall…a very cute brick wall." She said and the others laughed.
"What happened after that?" Candice asked.
"He helped me up and handed me the scripts and then I took off." Darlee said as she tightened her ponytail. Just then there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Candice called out from her seat.
"It's Randy; could you open up for a second?" He called back through, Darlee hopped over the couch and hid behind it as Candice went to the door.
"I'm not here." She said quickly. Candice opened up the door and looked at Randy.
"Hey Randy, what brings you all the way over here?" She asked.
"Is Darlee here? She dropped her palm pilot." Randy said as he held it up. Candice smiled at him as she tried to fight the urge to laugh.
"No, she's not here, but I'll give it to her, thanks Randy." Candice plucked the palm pilot from his hand and closed the door. Darlee poked her head up from behind the couch as the others began to laugh.
"There was a gorgeous man at the door for you and you hid. We are going to work on that." Maria said as she threw a couch pillow at her.