Chapter 1: Watchful Eyes

Hi, there. You're obviously reading this due to a peak in your curiosity. Well, let me start by saying this adventure you've decided to join me on, isn't your typical romance novel. Your typical romance novels consist of the pretty blond girl who needs rescuing by a knight in shining armor from some dragon or witch. No, this story is nothing of the sort. If you're still here, then I suppose I should begin.

To start things off, I guess you need to be informed of who I am. My name's Kassie. With a K, not a C like everyone assumes. I currently reside in the wonderful state that is Colorado. My living situation is complicated. At 26-years-old, I'm still living with my mom due to my uncanny ability to not hold down a job and my mother's sorry excuse for a boyfriend, named Rick. I'm not your typical looking woman. I'm not tall and fake. I'm actually quite short in stature, standing at an impressive 5'3''. I blame genetics for that mishap. My frame may be small, but I promise you, it's all muscle. Guess all those years as a kid playing tackle football with my three older brothers paid off. Nobody messes with me, not anymore. I finally started standing up for myself in the 6th grade when I sent a fellow classmate to the hospital for calling me a freak.

To both the younger and older generations on this planet, my appearance can only be described as "unique". With my short red pixie styled hair, striking emerald green eyes, fair skin, and particular odd taste in clothing and accessories, I'm quite the sideshow attraction. My body is covered in ink, each delicately placed design giving onlookers a closer look into what I'm all about. I enjoy simple everyday things like writing, reading, and music. However, you would think someone my age would be past the whole wrestling phase; however, I'm not. In all honestly, it's my passion. I practice the sport on the weekends in my friend's home-made ring. My mom thinks it's a great way for me to release any pent up frustration I may be keeping hidden inside. Although, I can't say the same for her douchebag boyfriend. He often challenges me during his drunken stupors, and always gets his ass handed to him. One punch and he's out cold for the night. My mother appreciates this; it saves her from the abuse that usually follows his outrageous actions after ingesting one too many beers. I don't mind it, honestly. It keeps me on my toes and gives me a practice dummy when I'm outside of the ring.

It's a sunny Saturday afternoon, a perfect day for me to brush up on my skills. I let the music blasting from my stereo entrance me as I tighten up my gloves, ensuring a tight fit. A loud hard bang on my door is barely audible over my choice in music. I let my eyes roll as I cease the noise to a halt.

"Kid, get your ass downstairs! There's somebody here for you." I grimaced at this statement. Not only because it was the slurred voice of the man I refuse to call my step-father, but I could smell the scent of booze perforating under my door. I gave an irritated sigh as I wrapped my gloved hand around the doorknob. I swung the door open quickly, stepping aside to allow the drunk to fall flat on his face, spilling his prized beer all over the carpet.

"Ahh, you bitch! Look what you made me do!" I concealed the sarcasm in my voice as I drew in a breath and stepped over his body.

"Don't invade people's personal space." He suddenly grabbed ahold of my ankle, causing my head to snap back in his direction, glaring daggers through his glazed-over eyes.

"W-When I get up, I'm going to make you regret the day you were ever born!" I decided to silence his babbling with a swift boot to the jaw, rendering him unresponsive. Guess he'll know to keep his trap shut next time.

"Been there, done that." I retreated downstairs, my heavy biker boots stomping with every step. In the living room, sat my mother and two other guests: My best friends, Rex and Hayden, who were also members of the "Don't Fuck With Me" club. Hayden gave me a grin, showing off her pearly white teeth that were hidden behind black lipstick.

"You ready to kick some ass?" She questioned, pounding her fist into her palm as if it were an opponent's skull.

"I'm always ready." Hayden and Rex were brother and sister, twins to be precise, both of them mirroring the other's appearance. If they were both the same gender, it would be almost impossible to tell them apart. I turned my attention towards my mother, who smiled that sweet smile of hers and gave me a long embrace. She always supported me in any decisions I made. She never missed a match, always sitting in the front row, cheering me to victory. She placed a tender kiss on my head and handed me a water bottle that contained my favorite energy drink, cold as ice and ready to go.

"Don't overdo it tonight, baby. You know how much I worry about you." I stifled a laugh and nodded my head, taking a few sips of my drink.

"I know, Mama. I'll be fine, as always." Rex appeared beside me, throwing his arm around my shoulders.

"You know we're always looking out for our big sis, Mama. Don't you worry about anything. We got this." Gotta love Rex and his overconfident persona. My eyes glanced upwards to see my mom's sweet smile. There was nothing this woman wouldn't smile at. She was just that type of person. Always optimistic.

"Let me know how everything goes." My lips curled upwards into a smirk as I placed a kiss on her forehead.

"I will. And please call me if that idiot gives you any trouble."

I took a deep breath as I mentally prepared myself for the fight I was about to enter in. Hayden patted me on the back as my theme song began to play.

"We got your back, Kass. Make us proud." I appeared on stage, the music booming, and the crowd standing on their feet, cheering as loud as 500 fans could cheer. Making my way down to the ring, I observed my opponent standing in the ring: A toothpick from Arizona. Does she really think she's going to stand a chance against me? I've been doing this for the last 6 years. I think I know what I'm doing. My lips pressed into a hard line as I stepped between the ropes, starring her down. The bell rang, the referee giving us the signal to start the match. Crushing her with a clothesline, I proceeded to drag her to the corner, placing her on the top turnbuckle. A loud war cry escaped my lips as I delivered my signature move: Nightmare Kiss. Let's see her get up from that. I hooked her leg, placing all my weight on top of her sternum, pinning her for the three count. Getting back to my feet, the referee raised my arm in victory, my theme song echoing among the eruption of applause from the crowd. I jumped up onto the second turnbuckle, throwing my fists into the air. My eyes suddenly locked with someone from the audience. A lump formed in my throat, my heartbeat now in my ears, everything now falling deaf as I stared hypnotized at a rather large man, one blue eye and one very captivating white eye. Who was this gorgeous man that stood below me? Why did I feel so paralyzed under his watchful eye? My thoughts were interrupted by Rex and Hayden's music bringing me back to reality. They ran down the ramp, sliding in the ring, hoisting me up onto their shoulders, parading me around the ring like some kind of trophy. Those two are always over the top. I was placed on my feet as my eyes scanned the audience looking for the mysterious two-toned eye man. Nowhere to be seen. I grimaced in disappointment as I exited the ring with the crowd chanting my name.

"You flattened her like a pancake, Kassie!" Rex shouted, still pumped up by my rather quick victory. I took a few gulps of water, wiping my mouth with the back of my glove.

"I don't think you've ever won a match that quickly!" I gave Hayden a smug look as I chucked an empty water bottle at her head, missing by only an inch. We all shared a laugh before the referee interrupted us.

"Excuse me, but I have something for you, Kassie." He handed me a long white envelope with my name scribbled on the front. My brow pinched together as I flipped it over, tearing it open. I pulled out a letter and what looked like…a plane ticket? What the hell is this? I opened up the letter and began reading it to Rex and Hayden.

"Dear Miss Kassie,

I've been observing you very closely and you've caught my interest. Your wrestling abilities are some of the best I've seen from a woman. Enclosed is a plane ticket for our next show in Seattle, Washington. All of your accommodations have been seen to and we hope to see you this Monday night on RAW.

Regards,

Vincent Kennedy McMahon

CEO, President of World Wrestling Entertainment co."

There was a stunned silence in the room as I re-read the letter about twenty times, trying to process this information.

"Dude…Mr. McMahon? The Mr. McMahon?" Rex snatched the letter from my grip, reading it for himself. I stared at the twins as their jaws dropped in pure shock. They were going to swallow flies if they weren't careful. Hayden suddenly grabbed me, pulling me into a bear hug, spinning me around as if I had won the lottery.

"Holy shit, Kassie! Do you know what this means?" The poor girl almost had tears in her eyes as she stood there, wide-eyed, awaiting my response. I blinked, completely oblivious as to what she said.

"Kass, seriously, do you not know who Vince McMahon is?" Rex questioned, both of them now in my face. What was this, an interrogation? I blinked once more, still not quite sure what was going on.

"Sorry, but no." If their jaws could hit the floor, they probably would have. What in the world are they so shocked about?

"This means you're going to become a professional wrestler!" What? There's no possible way…I re-read the letter one more time. I was going to be on RAW. Maybe I'll see that mysterious man again.