Hello there again and here is my new fan fic entitled "The Covergirl Chronicles".

Plot: A WWE Diva writes about how it likes to be a covergirl.

Characters: Torrie, Cena, Ashley, Candice, Maria, Carlito, Michelle, Jillian, Trish, Mickie, Stacy, and many more to come...

Chapter 1: Changing My Life

Hello there everybody. My name is Victoria Wilson. But you could call me Torrie. That's the name I am famous for. I am currently a WWE Diva, and not only that, I am a supermodel and a covergirl. I am very happy with my life now. I feel like I am in a perfecy world. But before reaching to the top, I had many problems to face. Well, it's good to be a covergirl...sometines.

Flashback, 8 years ago

I was a really bored girl then. I did nothing else but just party, party, party. See that? I was far from the Torrie I am now. But all changed with a discovery, an audition, and lastly, a million-dollar contract.

"Torrie? Torrie? TORRIE!" my younger sister, Mickie, yelled from downstairs. Mickie is my smart, shy, but brave younger sister. We were really different aside from that her hair is not blonde. She's not a party girl, while I am.

"Coming!" I spoke with my soft voice. "Torrie, if you don't come down in 10 seconds, I will come up to your room and ground you for a month!"

No way! So I stood up quickly from my bed and ran downstairs. When I arrived downstairs, Mickie was in her favorite breakfast apron. "Victoria Anne Wilson, good job again. Where did you put my cooking gloves?" she said while she put her hands on her hips.

"I don't know, but why the heck are you asking about it? You'll not die just because of that!" I said.

"Not die? Come on, those were my favorite gloves! That was the last pair when I bought it, and it will never be sold again!" Mickie cried. "And now look at this!" She showed her burns on her palms. "If only you didn't lose those gloves, I shouldn't have gotten those ugly, gross burns!"

"I'm sorry, Mickie. I hate to admit, my friend Candice borrowed your gloves for her cooking class." I confessed.

"Candice? Candice Beckman?" she said. Then she said sweetingly, "Oh, I now understand. When's her cooking class?" she said as she prepared our breakfast.

"Today. And while you were out going to work, Candice came to our house and asked for gloves. Sorry for that." I said.

"That's okay. Time to eat my special breakfast!" she said cheeringly and we ate her special breakfast: French toast, eggs, and chopped chicken. I can't believe that chopped chicken can be eaten for breakfast. Wow. But Mickie, my sister, is a good cook.

Okay, fast forward for the night. I was partying with my best friends Candice, Maria, and Ashley. We were talking about job opportunities as we were drinking and partying the whole night.

"I have good news guys!" Candice said as she drank her champagne.

"What?" Maria asked.

"I got a job for WWE! I'm gonna sign my contract tomorrow morning!" she squealed. "Not only that. I got a cover opportunity for Vanity Fair Magazine! What luck!"

"Congrats, Candice!" Ashley said. "Me? I'm gonna launch my cover on Sunday with an autograph signing too! Hope you could come!"

Wow, I hope I had those opportunities. As I was thinking about it, Maria said, "I got a modelling contract for McCool Agencies, the most prestigious modelling agency in the whole world!"

"McCool Agencies! McCool Agencies? Oh, my gosh!" I squealed. "Oh Maria, you're so lucky! I know Ms. McCool will personally accept you! You've got the looks and the height! That's my dream job too, you know."

"Oh Torrie dear, you could get into it too!" Candice said with her prettiest smile and a sip of her wine. "If we get jobs, then you could too! You're a really, hot and beautiful woman! Come on, apply it! This is your chance!"

"I have to think over it." I said and I walked through the middle of the danceclub. Then there I saw Carlito, my boyfriend.

"Hey Torrie," he said and kissed me. "Nice dress," he complimented.

"Thanks, come on, let's dance!" I said. We danced all night, until I was so drunk that I could hardly stand up.

During a dance to techno music, I danced so wildly that people kept on staring on me. "Whoa, what the heck she is up to?" One even said, "Is she out of her head?"

With those words, I felt dizzy and fell to the ground. Carlito and my friends came out for help.

"Torrie? Are you okay?" Candice said. These were the last words I heard before completely falling asleep.

I didn't realize what happened.

"Aughh, Torrie's too heavy to bring!" Ashley complained. She held my right arm.

"No, stupid! She's light, you know." Maria said. She held my left arm.

"Both right. I hope I could bring a car, but we don't have one." Candice said, holding my leg.

Carlito was bringing my other leg. "You know, Torrie is so drunk that she should have at least didn't dance so wildly." I was being then brought to my room, in my house.

When I was being laid down on my bed, Carlito said, "Phew! Good thing we can't carry her anymore."

"But why?" Ashley asked.

"I'm going to a vacation tomorrow from work. I'm getting dissatisfied with my work." he said. "I can't get a title shot! It's so unfair!"

"Well, you need that to cool off." Candice said. "Oh, it's late. I've got to get going. Night, guys!"

"Night, everyone." Maria said as she headed for the door. Then everyone left.

Ahh...snoring away.

"Torrie? Wake up!" Mickie shook me the next morning. "Where you've been?"

I woke up, "To a party."

"Again? Oh my bad." she said. "Could you find a job now and get out of your very unworthy life?"

I answered, "Fine! But I don't want to do that. Getting a job is so tiring, so filthy, and so sickening!"

"If I lose my job, do you want me to work as a maid?" she complained.

I stood up. "No way! Fine, Mickie! I'm gonna find my own job!" Then I asked. "Give me the latest newspaper!"

"I didn't get a copy of it today. Better call you friends, jobless sister!" she said and left the room.

Right, call my friends! Then I remembered what my friends said. I had modelling potential. So I called Maria.

She answered it. "Hello? Torrie?"

"Maria! What's the phone number and address of McCool Agencies?" I said. "I'm gonna find a job!"

"You're in luck, Torrie." she said. "Ms.McCool is finding a new talent model to work for her. And the search starts today!"

"What should I bring?" I asked and got a pen and paper.

"Bring two pictures of you, close-up and full body shot, recent." Maria said. "Then, dress in a nice outfit. Remember, the owner is a top model of the world's most highly-acclaimed modelling and talent agency. She doesn't want to see you in a horrible dress."

"Great? Do I need any modelling experience?" I asked.

"No. But you must be at least 5'6" in height and have a ver great body." she said. "Audition starts in an hour, so better hurry and prepare yourself!" Maria said. "Better go, Torrie. I've got a photo shoot. And by the way, Carlito is on a vacation because lately he's dissatisfied with his work. But he didn't say where."

"Okay. Bye!" I said and hung up the phone.

Good, better to dress up and prepare myself.

Gotta go. I have to dress up or else I'll be Jobless Torrie forever! And make Mickie mad...

Yours truly, Torrie

P.S. I wonder where was Carly, too bad he was very dissatisfied with work lately...

Chapter 2 will be up! Stay tuned for Chapter 2, entitled "Model Behavior."