A/N: Ok, so this is how the system goes. I turned WWE into two college facilities, Springville (SmackDown!), and Red River (RAW). The principal of both these schools is Vince McMahon, and I turned the whole wrestling roster into football clubs, while the Divas are their cheerleaders. I hope this isn't confusing.

Also, this story consists of John Cena's POV. So, expect some sarcastic comments from him. And of course, there are OCs involved. Feel free to give your opinions, since any kinds of reviews are warmly received. (generouz!)

The following events happened a few days before the RAW and SmackDown! Draft lottery. If you didn't watch it, that's not my problem. (LOL) Figure it out.

From the desk of Principal McMahon

(Note to professors: Please read in homeroom.)

Good morning, students!

I have outstanding news to share with you on this beautiful Monday. As a way of celebrating the 20th anniversaries of Springville and Red River, we're going to have ourselves a good old-fashioned lottery. All the lists of the SC Eagles and the RRC Lions, including the cheerleading club, will be carried by the football team managers. For example, if a team manager picks someone from the list of the other school's football club, that someone will stay with the designated team for the rest of the school year. This will take place next week at Thursday night in the Board of Directors office before the clock strikes twelve. In the meantime, if any of you would like to know more information, we'll have counselors on campus for the next few days.

On a less enthusiastic note, I want to remind you all that smoking in the bathrooms is a good way to get suspended. Just don't do it.

Also, the SC Eagles and the RRC Lions will be playing the very first game against each other of the season on Friday, after the draft lottery night. I urge you all to turn out and support your new and improved team next week.

They can't see me. But I can see them. All of them.

I spent most of my time in high school maintaining winning streaks in every football game with the team. I was only sixteen back then, and I already started carrying weights. I remembered way back when I took off my helmet to gloat on my field debut. I didn't know that I left some girls drooling in their bleachers.

Not that I didn't like girls. I would date anyone but bimbos.

In case you're wondering about his football stuff that I'm talking about, I'm an athlete. Because of that I earned this college football scholarship when I was still in varsity. But ever since I tried out as a so-called amateur last summer training here in Springville College, I heard all of them say, "Oh, he's just another pretty boy who got lucky. Oh, he probably can't run or throw a ball to save his life and he probably doesn't even know it. Oh, with all the unused space in his ears, he could make a killing in real estate." They said it all—all the crap that I could hear. Once an underdog, always an underdog, they say.

But I'm a man. And I don't back down to anyone. That's the only thing that I would hate: being stepped on without doing anything. I told myself I'm going to show them. And yet I always end up shoving it up their asses.

So here I am now, a freshman of SC. Before I knew it, at the very first game of this season, I was joined in the startup list. I made the touchdown (they call it the legendary wild pass), and we, the SC Eagles, won the first game of the season. Now I became the fastest rising football star, one of the most popular guys in the campus, one of the most everything.

Tsk. I don't get people. One minute, they treat you like garbage, the next they'll pick you right back up and turn you into an unfinished project.

I didn't care. As long as I'm popular and all the eyes were on me, might as well just milk it. As long as they stay away from my private life. Because people don't see me the way I see them.

This morning, I happened to have woken up early and got down to eat breakfast, but when I reached the common room of the dormitory, this striking yellow paper on the bulletin board caught my attention. And that was when I lost my appetite. I was already on the edge when I read the final paragraphs.

A draft lottery? This was a bombshell! Everyone was going to be talking about it.

"A draft lottery, eh?" a voice behind me said. "That bastard."

I turned my head around and saw a burly looking sophomore behind me, shaking his head slowly. Noticing his muscular build, I recognized him easily. It was Rob Van Dam of the Red River College Lions. What the hell was he doing here?

"What are you staring at?" he asked when he finally noticed me. "You're not even dressed yet."

He was all neat and dressed up for the day, his shoulder length light brown hair tied in a ponytail. He looked so clean and immaculate that I suddenly wished I dressed up.

"None of your business," I replied bluntly. The last thing I wanted was to have this guy ruining my morning. I prepared to leave when he spoke up again.

"Sad, isn't it? Our manager Eric Bischoff must be jumping for joy right now."

"Yeah? Well you never have seen our manager Paul Heyman yet."

"Ah, I know all about you guys," Rob said good-humoredly. "Heck, I know all about you alone."

"What the hell are you saying?" I asked, glaring at him. There was nothing funny about this.

"One of the academically active students, the Eagles' quarterback, and the resident heartthrob of Springville," he prompted. "You're John Cena, right?"

I have had it. "I'm outta here."

I walked briskly up to the staircase, but Rob only smiled. "Nice meeting you. Hope you get drafted to our team."

Believe me; I would have punched the guy if I wasn't almost to the next floor, so I just looked down on him angrily. "To hell with you," I spat.

I didn't wait for his reply. I just ran to my room and slammed the door. For me, talking to a member of our rival team was no picnic. They think way too highly of themselves and just look down on us like dirt. That is how and what I think of them, anyway.

Remembering I was only wearing sleep clothes, I slipped it off of me and I put on a navy windbreaker and faded throwbacks, and grabbed a black sun visor out of my cap collection. I slid my feet into my size 15 Reeboks and washed my face in my bathroom sink, calming down a little. This is one of the great things in college. You'll spend your year in a high-class dormitory the whole year, and also, you can choose on whether you want to have a roommate or not. I chose not having a roommate, for the fact that I don't like anyone touching my stuff.

Grabbing my very own padlock chain necklace hanging on the foot of my bed, I walked to the full-length mirror and surveyed my image. I ruffled my short brown spikes before positioning the visor in my head. To finish the touch, I put the necklace on, the heavy padlock resting on my chest.

People always told me that I'm really good looking and I must be really blessed, on the contrary, the word good looking seemed far away for me. I hated my looks. Always did. My cheekbones are way too high, my chin's way too long, my mouth's way too wide, or my skin's seemed so pale. My eyes were the only features I could count on, piercing and blue, like turquoise.

I shrugged and tore myself away form the mirror, finally getting out of my room. I noticed few students staggering slowly in the hall, yawning.

When I went back down the common room, Rob Van Dam was gone. Like I care.

As I went out the dormitory grounds, I breathed in the fresh morning air as I joined other students already walking to the school campus, while others still lingered by the benches.

"Hey thugger! Aren't you gonna wait for us?" a voice called behind me.

I looked behind me to see the familiar faces of Rey Mysterio and Eddie Guerrero walking towards me. Both of them were childhood friends from their own Spanish communities, and both of them are from the football club too. I met them both last summer, and none of of us hit it off easily, but I enjoy their company. We all earned tons of fans this season, and we've never separated since then. Oh, and did I tell that Rey and Eddie are both sophomores? Yeah...

"Didn't see you yesterday," I said as soon as we reached the quad. "Where were you two?"

Rey let out a nervous laugh, brushing his jet black hair out of his gray eyes. "We didn't mean to leave you behind, man. Eddie's just been aching to see his girlfriend. He's been whining for a week, you know."

I faced Eddie. He has a new do, dark brown hair highlighted with blond streaks in perfectly waxed spikes above his head, and his usually cheeky grin was plastered on his face, always saying he's up to no good.

"Would you blame me if I wanna see Vicky now?" Eddie objected, referring to a girl that he met on RRC. "Don't worry, holmes. Rey slept at our home and we came here with my low rider. Anything wrong with that, esse?"

I only rolled my eyes and shifted my visor a little lower. "Well, stop it. I don't want you acting all swoony and everything."

I didn't really know what's really wrong with me. These emotional highs and lows must be getting through. Or maybe it was because of the good for nothing SOB just irritated me this morning. I seriously need an attitude adjustment.

"You look unusually red, though," said Rey, looking more closely at me. "Anything wrong, little man?"

I considered telling them about my meeting with Rob Van Dam this morning, then decided against it. Red River was nothing but a bunch of brawlers.

"Nothing," I said instead. "Just had a nightmare before waking up."

Eddie suddenly both gripped my shoulders, turning me around to face him. "Snap out of it, esse! You're much too serious! You don't want your boyish good looks turn into wrinkles and drive the mama sitas away, don't you?"

I snorted. "Ladies are no problem to me."

"Try no more, Eddie," Rey said, giving Eddie a significant look. "He'll be like that all morning, no doubt. But when he sees Paul Heyman, he'll start up blabbing all over again."

Both of them were smiling like demented Cheshire cats, and I couldn't help thinking how funny they look. Annoying the Eagles' general manager Paul Heyman was my favorite hobby. "You morons," I said, my mouth starting to twitch in beginnings of a smile.

Eddie and Rey wrapped their arms around my shoulders. "That's our asshole."

I grinned crookedly. "Thanks. I needed that."

Since the three of us never separated from summer until now, good things started happening. I got the quarterback position, Rey was now the goal kicker, and Eddie became the king of the field—the center of the team.

Not only that, these guys both knew how miserable my past was, and that going to college was only a push to make me forget all that. Seeing Eddie having a girlfriend or Rey being as cool and karmic in any situation made me feel even much more of a loser than before. But being the good friends that they are, they understood my personal life, and not telling it to anybody added a point in my chalkboard.

I was so lost with thought that we were already inside the school boundaries. There were nerds exchanging math equations, bimbos giggling at passerby's, while the Goths settled themselves at the outdoor benches, a cloud of smoke surrounding them.

"You'll attend football practice, right?" Rey asked me.

I nodded. "Sure. Don't start without me."

Rey started proceeding to the other direction, Eddie lagging behind him. "Yeah. And don't start with us."

A small smile flitted across my face before I walked to my locker, grabbing my backpack and a few books. Sighing, I approached my first class before the bell rang, preparing myself for another day of torture.

(t.b.c.)

Phew. Chapter 1 over, the next ones will be hot off the grill.

Also, please tell me if my English (and Spanish) sucks. I'm not a very good writer, you know.

Penge reviews ha? Salamat!