a/n this is the sequel to Miztaken Identity, I'd like to think that it's pretty important you read that before you read this... Either way, here's chapter 1 of All That I Am.

-May 26, 2010; Florida Championship Wrestling-

I stood in front of the eight men who would be Season 2 of WWE NXT. Vince had put me in charge of matching Rookies to Pros only two weeks before the show was set to start.

"Good afternoon, gentleman." I said kindly, "You are the lucky eight who will appear on Season 2 of NXT. I'm Claire, if you have lived under a rock for the past three years. I'm a former Diva's Champion and I've been sent here today to assign you to your pros." The men all nodded and I told them to take a seat. "The pros are as follows; The Miz, Cody Rhodes, Zack Ryder, John Morrison, Mark Henry, Kofi Kingston, MVP and LayCool." Their faces were plagued with confusion,

"Do not discredit LayCool. They are amazing and will be a great tool. Example a, if you are a face, LayCool will only increase your fan base by taunting you and making the crowd feel sorry for you. Example b, if you're a heel their heat will help you."

Kevin Kiley smirked widely, "You won't be getting anything from them. They're both in relationships and Michelle is getting married next month." I shot him down and his lips fell into a straight line. "I'll call out your name, you'll get up, state what your ring name will be for NXT and, in thirty seconds, why you think you should win. First up, Brandon Silvestry."

The smallest of the rookies stood up and announced, in a voice I had not expected, that he would be wrestling under the name 'Kaval'. His reason for winning was that he had the most experience out of any of the men sat behind him.

I called up Nick McNeil who was becoming Percy Watson, Johnny Prime who was destined to be Lucky Cannon, Thaddeus Bullard whose name would change to Titus O'Neil and Kipp Christianson, a very tall man, who had a ring name of Eli Cottonwood.

The three boys I hadn't called up yet were relaxing back in their chairs, "Rotunda, up you get."

"Husky Harris," he informed me and I smiled, biting back a laugh.

"What are you doin' here? You're only twenty three, Ham." I called him by his nickname, "Taylor here too?" I asked about his younger brother.

"Yeah, we tagged for awhile." I smiled at him.

"What's going to make you become the winner of NXT?" I asked him and he went off into a long spiel about his father.

"Hennig," I smiled at my old friend, "Finally!" I laughed. Michael McGillicutty is the man he was being transformed into. He talked about his father and how he was going to continue Curt Hennig's legacy.

"I'm going to win, NXT." He said firmly and I shrugged coyly, although I really did not know who was winning.

"Last, but not least, Kevin Kiley. I'm still sorry for Randy; he had no right to do that." I apologised to the rookie, "I yelled at him, if it helps at all."

Once I had found out Kevin's alter ego – Alex Riley, if you were wondering – I disappeared into Billy Kidman's office and started matching up Pros and Rookies.

It was harder than it sounded, personalities, wrestling style, the aesthetics of how they would look together... It seems pointless and somewhat superficial, but it's what made for good television.

"Knock, knock." I looked up and saw Kevin's frame in the door, "I was wondering if I could be of assistance." He offered as he sat backwards on a chair opposite the table.

"That would result in bias." I told him with a small sigh, "Who do you want as your Pro?" I asked him as I pushed the sheet of paper across the table, "I don't know who's going where at the moment." I admitted and watched as he thought it over.

"Any of them would be amazing." He said to me honestly, "LayCool would be awesome though. Could you imagine the storyline?"

"I suppose I'll keep that in mind." I laughed quietly, watching as he pushed the paper back to me. "I thought it'd be easier than this."

When things were silent for a couple of minutes, I looked up to find him looking at me intently. The blush that rose to my cheeks was from sheer embarrassment, I should have noticed sooner.

"You're staring at me," I told him, causing him to come back to earth. But he didn't stop smiling, or looking at me.

"You're really beautiful." I felt my cheeks heat up even more as I looked away and back at the paper.

"I, um, oh... Wow." I stumbled over my words, unsure of what to say, "Thank you?" I finally looked back up at him, he was still smiling. "I know who I'm putting you with." I wrote it down straight away.

"Care to enlighten me?" I leant over to read it,

"Yeah, my boyfriend." He nodded slowly and leant back, "The Miz."

"You are beautiful," he told me again, "He's lucky." I shook my head.

"You really should leave." I watched him stand up and retreat, winking at me before he closed the door. I rolled my eyes, sighed and went back to deciding on pairings.

It took me another half an hour to decide who would go where, but I was happy with my final decision.

"Eli Cottonwood will be in the amazing hands of John Morrison. He's great in the ring and he has a tremendous personality, he's funny and your charisma will," hopefully, I said to myself, "sky rocket with him as your pro.

"Michael McGillicutty is lucky enough to have Kofi Kingston. Kofi is great, he's an amazing high flyer, I know you're big, but I thought that maybe he could help with that, improve your agility. You'll have so much fun with him as your pro; he's always ready for a laugh and a good time.

"Lucky! I don't mean to worry any of the other guys, but your pro is Mark Henry. He's been in the company longer than any the other pros and he'll help you so much. Don't be too afraid if Mark gets a bit serious, it's just how he is and that'll only be about an hour before show time and during the show, any other time he's an absolute hoot.

"Titus O'Neil will be Rookie to Zack Ryder." He pulled a face and I scoffed, "Don't count Zack out. He's an amazing kid and he's full of life. He'll do anything to help you, despite how his character might seem. Ignore the fact that he's eight years younger than you; he's been wrestling since he was nineteen years old, he's improved heaps in the last year and I think it'd be an honour to have him as a Pro.

"Percy Watson is going to have a fucking blast with Montel Vontavious Porter. M.V.P. He's had his fair share of problems, but that's made him who he is and that's an amazing person. He'll take you places, he won't leave you behind.

"My man, Husky Ham," he scowled at the nickname, "Calm down, big boy. Guess who you're getting as your pro?" he shrugged and silently told me to get a move on and tell him, "Grumpy gills, your Pro is my boy, 'Dashing' Cody Rhodes. And you two are friends and you get along. Cody's young but he's talented. He's got the charisma and personality to shoot you both to fame.

"Alex, you get Miz." I said bluntly, "There's this uncanny resemblance and it honestly scares me. You both think you're a ladies' man. You need to work on that, by the way." He smirked again, despite the obvious put down, "People don't like Miz because of his background in reality television. I can tell you first hand, that he worked his ass off to get into this business. His mic skills are phenomenal and hopefully he'll teach you a thing or two.

"Kaval, buddy, that leaves you with two of my favourite girls in this whole world. Layla and Michelle are going to be such an advantage. Michelle's amazing in the ring and on the microphone. I know that you don't need any help in the ring... Which is partially why I gave you LayCool. Maybe you could teach them something." I smiled at him and winked, "They're your pros for however long you last. They aren't just for in the ring, either. You can talk to them about anything you need to. Whether it be handling life on the road, ring rats - yes, they exist. Alex, they probably have a disease – or if you have family problems. They're all amazing people and you're very lucky."

I finally said my goodbyes, leaving them to research their Pros, something I knew they would do, and train up for their big break.