Authors Note: So this is a random story me and my friend created on the fly. I like it, please comment. The italics are the commentators and the bold print is Rayne's thoughts. I know it says that the story is Maria and Morrison, but they aren't in it yet so you'll have to wait for them, but they will be here. Graelam is my friend who helped write this (she says shes my technical advisor) (what an ego) (don't tell her I said that though).

Disclaimer: I do not own the wwe or the songs they play or any of that schiznit. I own Rayne and she's awesome, but don't tell her I said that cuz then she'd get all ego-ish and I'd have to slap her... but then she'd hurt me and I don't want that. Anyways I'm gonna shut up and let you enjoy... ok bye.

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Chapter 1 River in the Rayne

It was Rayne's second first day; she had already debuted, as the Diva River, now she was going to be the "Superstar" Rayne Johnson. Her first match was against Cena and she was in a shower stall in the boy's locker room, in full boy attire. She changed into her trench coat, baggy black cargos and baggy black shirt. She was nervous to be fighting such a big guy her first match, but she fought her brothers all the time and they were all twice her size. She sat in the stall and prayed to god that she wouldn't be discovered. She left the stall and went to the mirror to paint her face and neck pitch black. She checked to make sure she didn't look feminine and when she was sure, she smoothed her chocolate brown hair and forgot how short she had to cut it. She sighed and prepared to enter the ring.

"Down with the Sickness" by Disturbed blasted through the arena as Rayne walked casually onstage.

"Coming to the ring, standing 5 foot 9 and weighing in at 185 lbs," (I wish they wouldn't lie about my weight, I feel fat) "hailing from Ozark, Alabama. A new competitor RAYNE JOHNSON!!"

As the music faded and Rayne entered the ring, "My Time is Now" rang through the arena. John Cena hammed his way out, with his usual lame taunts and attempts to amuse the crowd.

"Coming to the ring, standing at 6 foot 3 weighing in at 240 lbs hailing from West Newberry, Massachusetts. JOHN CEEEENAAAA!!!!"

Cena slid into the ring throwing his hands into the air and tossed his hat and shirt (ewww look at his butt, it's gi-HUGE-ic) into the crowd. He handed his dog tags to the ref as the ref rang the bell.

Rayne slid immediately towards Cena kicking his legs out from under him and went for the pin. Caught off-guard, Cena had no time to react, as the ref counted out 1-2-3, Rayne getting the win. The crowd went silent, as Rayne slid out of the ring and walked up the ramp, grinning to herself. Cena pouted as he left the ring, having lost for the first time in a long time.