Author's Note: Ok, So I suddenly had inspiration for a random wrestling story after watching NXT which is actually a lot cooler than I thought. I don't own the WWE, any names, likenesses, signature moves, people, places, sets, songs, rings, announcers, hosts, machines, shows, food, drinks, vending machines, catchphrases, crutches, stickers, posters, computers, video gaming systems, umm… does that cover everything? Sure hope so! Oh, I do own my guy Derek Storm. And I apologize if I unwittingly use the same name in more than one unconnected story, cuz I really actually have two names I use for my guy OC's (Which are Jesse and Derek. Don't know why, it just sorta happens.)

I would also like to apologize beforehand for any grammar issues. I live in Louisiana, and I write how I talk. Sue me.

Aaaand… I think that's it, you may commence reading my story!

"This is it," Derek Storm thought as he heaved a sigh. "WWE NXT. My big break." It was a week before the show's premier, and the rookies would be randomly selecting their Pro's today.

"Ok, Mr. Storm," Matt Striker said as the young man walked over to the computer. "I'm Matt Striker." He extended a hand that Derek shook.

"Call me Derek, please," he said. Matt laughed.

"Derek it is." He led Derek over to a big red button.

"So, how does this work?" Derek asked the ex-teacher.

"You hit the button, and it randomly selects a pro for you. All I have to do is input your age."

"What for?"

"To make sure you're not paired with a Superstar who's younger than you. We can't have you mentored by somebody who doesn't know what he's doing."

"Alright. I'm 22." He flashed his trademark grin, his pearly teeth almost shining in the light. Matt laughed at the young man. He was everything the executives were looking for. He had short, spikey blond hair, tan skin, and amber eyes. His cheery disposition made Matt like him immediately, but it wasn't hard for somebody to get on his good side.

"Ready to hit the button?" he asked. Derek grinned wider and nodded. He took a deep breath, bowed his head and closed his eyes for a moment. Then he looked up and hit the button. "Praying?" Matt asked. Derek nodded modestly.

"Yeah. I'm a Christian. You?"

"Yep." He silently said a prayer for the young man. He hoped that Derek would get somebody on the same page, like Shawn Michaels. They looked up at the screen. The wheel was slowing down. Derek's breathing got heavier. Matt grinned. He had seen the wheel, he knew who's faces were where. The way it was slowing down, Derek would get Shawn.

"Oh boy," Derek said. His heart was pounding. He was sure Matt was saying something, but all he could hear was his own breathing. The wheel slowed down. It was struggling to get to the next turn. Triple H, the Miz, Christian… the next was Shawn Michaels. Surely it couldn't make it past Shawn Michaels. But even as he thought it, the wheel slowly clicked. It barely turned. He looked at the next name in line. "Randy Orton?!" he exclaimed as it rolled to a final stop on the Legend Killer. "I can't… that must be… Matt, can't you do something?" Matt shook his head.

"Nope. It's final. You'll have to live being Randy's rookie." Derek sighed.

"It's done. Over. I'll never make it like this."

"C'mon, kid." Shawn Michaels appeared out of nowhere. "You can't give up that easy." Derek's jaw fell open. Shawn had been watching from the shadows. He had to admit, he had been watching Derek and was interested in the young man. "You just prayed didn't you? Prayed that you'd get a partner who could help you make it, I'd presume?" Derek nodded.

"Kinda. I asked that whoever I got would help me to glorify God with my career. And would help me grow, stuff like that."

"Well then maybe Randy is the one who's gonna push you far enough to make something of yourself." He walked away, thinking how great it was to be cryptic every now and again.

"On that note…" Matt said, watching HBK leave. "You'll get to meet Mr. Sunshine next week at the premier, unless he calls you and wants to meet before then." Derek nodded and walked away.

"Derek?" a male voice asked as Derek answered his phone.

"Yeah, who's this?"

"This is your new boss."

"I don't have a new boss."

"Well now you do. It's Randy."

"Ohhhh…" Derek said. "Um, hi, Mr. Orton."

"Call me Randy, please!" he asked. Derek thought it was funny how friendly the legend killer was. Everyone had always warned him about how jerk-ish he was.

"Ok, Randy," Derek said hesitantly. "How can I help you?"

"I wanna meet up with you. I think it's important for us to have a good relationship before this WWE NXT business begins."

"Umm, ok. When do you wanna meet?"

"Right now. You're in the same hotel as us, right? Come meet Legacy in the bar." He hung up. Derek sighed.

"I'll just go down to the bar for like 5 minutes, then come straight back up here," he said to nobody in particular.

He made his long trip down the elevator and found the bar. Inside were a bunch of wasted Superstars.

"Derek!" a happy, drunk Randy Orton said. He threw his arm around the young man. "Come join us!"

"Uh, no thanks, I'm fine."

"You're a third generation wrestler, aren't ya?" Randy asked, completely ignoring Derek's attempts to escape.

"Yessir, my grandpa was a wrestler on the independent circuit. Big Slim."

"YOU CAN BE A PART OF LEGACY!" Cody Rhodes screamed. Ted DiBiase Jr. swooped in and made the save.

"Sorry, they get like that after they've been drinking," he said.

"Right, if he doesn't need me for anything, I'll go back upstairs."

"Yeah, I'm comin too. I get tired of babysitting them." Together, they walked out the bar and back to the elevators.

"This Pro/Rookie thing is NOT gonna work if he does that every night," Derek warned. Ted threw his hands up.

"Can't help you there, kid. You'll just have to figure out how to deal with that one on your own…" Derek heaved a defeated sigh.

"This'll just be the most fun I've had in YEARS…"

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