Hey guys! So this is my first wrestling fic. I've been reading them for several months now, and I'm just now getting around to publishing this story. Read this and tell me what you think!
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I groaned as the trainers lifted me from the ground beside the ring and put my weight on their shoulders. My ankle had been slammed repeatedly into the ring post while I was gulping for air on the floor. She had superplexed me out of the ring and I wasn't ready for it.

Stupid Elizabeth Carolan, err,Beth Phoenix. I did kind of bring it on myself. I did DDT her, even though that wasn't part of the plans. Oh well.

"Take the pressure off of your foot Nova," one of the trainers, Garrett, told me.

"Oh shut up," I snapped, hissing when a pain shot though my anklebone. We were at a house show in Little Rock, Arkansas, and I just more than likely cost myself a couple of matches.

Let me explain a couple of things. I'm Nova Thomas, 23 years old, and I work for the WWE. Yes, as in WWE wrestling. Don't ask me about my name, because I seriously don't know. I think that was my dad's favorite car at the time and it just stuck. Not that I had a choice. Some days, its cool, and others I just want to kill both of my parents for my name choosing; my dad for doing it, and my mother for agreeing…but anyways…way off topic here. I'm what people would consider a diva, except; I really don't fit into that category. The fact that my wrestling gear is a pair of black cargo pants and neon colored tank tops should tell you something. I don't like taking crap from anyone, and I usually voice my opinions when I feel the need. I'm actually sort of anti-social in the company with very few exceptions. I'm about 5 foot 7 inches, 5' 10'' when I'm forced into heels. I have baby blue eyes and dark brown hair, which always gets on my nerves, so usually; it's in a ponytail.

The trainers got me out of the arena and into the back where they could have a look at my foot.

"This is all really unnecessary you know," I griped as they sat me down on a medic bed. They began unlacing my boots and I sighed.

"It actually is Nova, so just for once, please don't be stubborn and listen to them," said one of the few exceptions.

His name's Kofi Sarkodie-Mensah, or Kofi Kingston for you unknowing people out there. He was one of the few friends that I had made when I transferred into the WWE from Ring of Honor. He was always looking out for me, and was really like a cool, funny, yet slightly annoying older brother.

"Can it Kofi," I said, glaring at Garrett who continued to poke and prod at my now swelling and shoeless foot.

"I take it that it wasn't supposed to end like that?" Kofi asked, leaning against the doorway. He was still in his ring gear from earlier, and had apparently been watching my match.

"Well, not exactly. I just got caught up in the moment I guess," I said mumbling.

Ten seconds later, all you hear is Beth storming through the halls, straight for the room I'm sitting in.

"What the hell was that?" she screeched, once she had shoved Kofi out of the way.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh get over yourself Drama Queen."

"Get over myself?" She seethed. "You could've gotten me hurt!"

"YOU HURT! Look at me?" I yelled at her, pointing at the ankle that was being wrapped up.

"I didn't give you anything you didn't deserve," she fired back.

I glared at her. "Kofi," I growled, not taking my eyes off of her. "Get her out of here before I decide to rip her another asshole."

I noticed her eyes grew wide and then she was back to glaring again. "Don't do it again," she said, and left the room.

It was silent for a second, and then Garrett started talking. "You severely sprained it Nova. Kofi, I'm going to need you to make sure she stays off of it for at least a week before she wrestles anymore."

I gave Kofi the best Death-glare I could manage and watched gleefully as he winced. "You do know who we're talking about right?"

Garrett chuckled. "Yes I do."

"Then you should know, that I adamantly refuse to not wrestle for a whole week," I bluntly stated.

He looked up at me from my foot. "Then I'm just going to have to tell Phil aren't I?"

Mother fuck. I closed my eyes and sighed. Damn it to hell. For those of you who don't know, or have been hiding under a rock for almost fifteen years, Phil Brooks is CM Punk's real name. Not to mention he's my best friend. Whom I just happen to have the teensiest crush on. Oh, and he's the only one, besides Vince McMahon who can make me listen to anyone. Kofi and I traveled with him on his huge RV that the company had to provide, according to his contract. We were like the Golden Trio, except WWE style.

"Fine," I said in-between my teeth. "But no way am I giving up working out."

Garrett nodded. "Cardio is fine. Weights is fine, but under no circumstances are you to even think about getting on the treadmill."

"Okay, and that also means no morning jog either," said a voice coming from the hall. My heart sank as I looked up to see none other than Phil leaning against the opposite wall. He was wearing jeans and a Batman t-shirt since he didn't have a match tonight. His hair was in his gorgeous hazel eyes since he didn't really have to slick it back when he wasn't working. He was like a walking wet dream.

Kofi laughed at me as I banged my head against the wall, for completely different reasons unbeknownst to them. "Why, why WHY does this crap have to happen to me?"

"Because," Phil replied. "Your little stubborn ass took it upon yourself to change the move-lineup."

I stuck my tongue out at him, only to make him laugh.

Garrett continued talking, trying and visibly failing to hide a small smirk at my expense. "Make sure she ices it and takes these pills I'm going to give her."

I shook my head. "No. No pills. I can do without."

"There's going to be a lot of pain Nova."

"I don't care, I've been through worse," I said crossing my arms.

I watched as Garrett looked over at Phil for conformation. What was he, my father? Jeez.

He just shrugged. "It's her choice."

Garrett stood up and took a bottle from his pocket. "Take these. If it gets to be too much, at least you'll have it."

Huffing, I took the bottle and jumped down from the bed. I gathered my boot, along with my sock and hobbled from the room.

"Go get her," I heard Kofi say. I hobbled faster. The pain was excruciating, but nothing I couldn't handle.

I felt an arm wrap around my neck and I found myself in a headlock.

"Are you going to be cooperative, or are we gonna have to haul your ass to the bus?" Phil said in my ear.

It took me every bone in my body not to melt right then and there.

I put on my brave face. "Wellll, I'll cooperate on one condition."

"And that would be?"

"Piggyback ride."

I don't know if he was silent for a second just to irritate me, or if he was actually thinking about it. "Fine," he said finally. "Since you have a valid reason and you're not just being your usual lazy self."

"HEY!" I said, as he let me out of the headlock. "I'm not lazy! I work out every day, do I not?"

"Only 'cause I force you."

"You don't force me to do anything Phillip," I said, knowing he hated me using his full name. As if to prove my theory, he narrowed his eyes.

"I wouldn't have to if you wouldn't eat all that ice cream ya midget," he replied coolly, ruffling my hair.

"I am NOT a midget!" I retorted.

"Are too," said Kofi, who was right behind us.

"Both of you can go fall in a well…" I grumbled, jumping on Phil's back. I felt my heartbeat rise as he took hold of my thighs to make sure I didn't fall. I wrapped my arms loosely around his neck and rested my head on his back.

I looked over at Kofi, who was now standing beside us, looking at me. He was smirking. Kofi knew that I liked Phil, and loved teasing me about it. But for some reason never told a soul. Needless to say, there were so many inside jokes, it wasn't even funny.

I flipped him off, only making him smile wider. We made our way silently through all the corridors, twisting and turning different directions. Thank god for my friends, otherwise I would be totally lost and wandering around like an idiot.

We passed a trashcan and I effortlessly threw the bottle of pills into it. Phil turned his head so he could see me.

"You didn't have to do that you know. It doesn't bother me if you're legitly in pain."

"I know that. I did it for me. The last thing I want to do is end up like my mother," I replied a little more quietly.

He nodded, leaving it alone. Phil knew a lot more about me than anyone. We even wrestled in Ring of Honor together. He was there when I first started, and he took me under his wing. Somehow along the way, I think I fell in love with him, but I didn't have the guts to tell him. I think it was when he left Ring of Honor that I realized how much I cared about him. I stayed in ROH for about a year and a half until I got a phone call from Vince himself, asking me to come and be on Smackdown. I ecstatically agreed and waited out my contract with ROH.

Phil was excited, even though he was on ECW. We got to see each other a lot, and once the draft came around, we were both drafted to Raw, and the rest was basically history.

I dozed in and out while Phil and Kofi both were discussing the importance of comic books as we walked back to the bus. I don't even remember us getting on the bus, all I did remember was the nightmare I had…

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