A Star is Born

Hi guys, I’ve decided to give writing interactive fiction a try. I’ve noticed how popular wrestling is on this site, so I thought I’d start with a WWE-themed story. There will be a lot of plot, so if you're looking to get off quick, this isn’t the story for you. Now, I’m not an expert on wrestling by any stretch of the imagination but I promise to do my research. If any storyline or character seems a bit off, just try to go along with it. It’s YOUR story after all!

It was a hot day in Orlando, not that ALL days aren’t hot in Orlando. But today’s was the kind of creeping heat that made your skin itch and your joints feel just a touch wobbly. It’s what Matt, the head trainer would call “hot as balls”. You pulled your old beater of a car up to 5055 Forsyth Commerce Road, the familiar sight of the WWE performance center met you like an old friend, an old friend that delighted in kicking your ass every damn chance she got. Still, you loved the place.

You had been training here at the performance center for a couple of years now and you had heard rumors from one of the medics that Triple H was going to be calling someone up to the main roster sometime soon. You couldn’t be sure, but you had a sneaking suspicion that someone might be you.

Hopping out of your car and slamming the sticking door, you entered the main gym. A slender blond rookie was practically dying on an elliptical machine. You laughed thinking about how not long ago, after 60 minutes or so, you would have been just as gassed as this wannabee. Stopping the machine and taking the careful, even breathes that you knew from personal experience told you the guy was holding back his lunch, the kid noticed you for the first time. “Hey Rebound, your ears burning yet?”

“What are you talking about?” You said.

Rookie Kid suppressed one last heave, then perked up. “Haven’t you heard yet? Triple H is sending you to the main roster?”

“No shit?”

“No shit!” The kid said excitedly. “William Regal himself practically demanded that you get put on Raw or Smackdown.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. Yeah, you had a few good outings on NXT and even nearly dethroned the champ at Takeover, but you were a bit shocked to hear that you really might be heading to the main roster so early in your career.

Smiling to yourself, you headed to Commissioner Regal’s office. I wonder if they’ll put me in a tag-team or have me cut some promos before I go live on television. You thought of some current superstars you’d love to get advice from, or maybe call out. And the gals in the women’s division, how you’d love to get some time alone with some of them!

At a large wooden desk, Commissioner Regal sat beaming. The legend looked you over. “I have to say, young man, that all of us in developmental are just thrilled at your rapid progress. I’ve particularly had an eye on you. As you must know, we’ve got a spot on the roster and it’s been decided that it's going to you.” You pump your fist in self-congratulation as Regal continues to speak. “Triple H isn’t sure yet whether to place you on Raw or Smackdown, so for the time being you’ll be assigned to both shows.” Regal‘s face grew taught. “Now don’t get ahead of yourself, you’ve still got a long way to go before you become a Shawn Michaels, a Rock, or even a perennial mid-carder like my old protégé Tajiri, but I see all the potential in the world in you. Now, pack your bags, you're off to forge your legacy!”