This idea has been brewing for a long time. I hope you guys like it :)

Disclaimer: I only own the ideas in this story and J.J (and any other original characters, such as J.J's friends and family). I do not own any of the WWE superstars or staff used within this story. Vince McMahon owns the WWE Universe of which I am merely a peon in.

Enjoy.

I have heard it all. I cannot tell you the amount of times I've been shot down by not only my peers, but my family as well.

"That will never happen."

"Wake up!"

"That is nothing but a pipe dream."

"You should be concentrating on your education, not some silly fantasy."

'Dream', 'fantasy', and 'never'. Those are three of the most common words I hear when I tell people my goal in life. Do you want to know what words I use to describe my dream?

Difficult, but not impossible.

My name is Jessalyn Joy Taylor, J.J. for short. I am 24 years old and incredibly stubborn. My home town is so small, it is considered to be a village. I'm going to be a 'first' at something in my generation, even if it kills me.

"Babe, would you come back to bed for Christ's sake?"

My eyes did not leave my laptop screen, "One more minute."

That particular commentary is coming from my oh-so loving boyfriend of three years, Tyson. We met on the tour of the graduate school where we are both currently attending. I say 'oh-so loving' very lightly as he as supported me through all the bullshit I have pursued over the years.

"At least take it in the kitchen if you're doing research."

I am currently a research assistant of a psychology professor within my department. She tells me that she knows I will get published someday, but I highly doubt it. After all, this job is merely holding a place for my future career.

"Alright, alright, I'm moving."

I scoop up my laptop and pad across the carpeted floor of our small, downtown apartment. It isn't much, but it is the best apartment we can afford on our student wages. I settle my laptop on the kitchen table and then plug the charge cable in to a nearby outlet. Against Ty's assumptions, I continued my research into something that would not be published.

"Alright, WWE Corporate, let's see what has changed in the past week.."

Now, I know what you're thinking. And no, I have no desire to become a WWE superstar. I am not built for that, nor would I be able to remember a lot of the grappling combinations that are much needed to survive. I also have a small chest; would not fit in as a Diva.

I am also not a 'smart mark' or whatever they refer to it as these days. I do not assume I know everything about the backstage workings of the WWE; I simply research it as much as possible in order to get a leg up on the competition. I am not a gossip monger and am not on the dirt sheets every ten minutes.

I'm also not an obsessed fan in general. I don't watch any of the side shows (sorry NXT, but you are not on my 'must-see TV' list), and it is rare that I've attended events any more than two hours from where I live. Did you know that there is actually a section of the WWE Corporate website that apologizes for the lack of research opportunities for students? The section states, "While we appreciate your interest in studying WWE, we are unable to accommodate individual requests for information." Who are these people looking to study WWE extensively? Alas, I digress.

I scroll through the Careers portion of the site as I prop my head up with my left hand.

"Director, Engineer, Senior, Senior, Senior." How do they expect people to break into the backstage part of the business when they have the standards up so high?
Where are all the gopher positions? I need to find an in somehow.

I felt a pair of arms encircling my shoulders, "Corporate website again, eh?"

"Something is going to open sometime, Ty, and when it does I'm taking that chance."

"I know you will, J.J."

"And when I get that chance," I can no longer control the smile forming on my face, "then I'll show them all the things I have to offer."

Tyson kisses my head then retreats back to our bedroom. He had heard my plan more times than I can count. It amazes me that he still listens to me ramble on and on about what I want in life. I mean, I'm a Canadian girl from a small town that not even other Canadians know the name of. My dreams are huge, almost too huge for my circle of opportunities..

Dear. Sweet. Jesus. Was that doubt? Am I giving up on this journey before it has even begun?

"Not a chance in hell," I murmur under my breath. Grabbing my purse from the couch nearest to me (our couch is used as a divider due to the fact that since our apartment is so small, the kitchen and living area are both contained in one space), I max out what is left on my credit card on the first step to the rest of my life. Slamming my laptop shut, I stow it in my back pack and skip to mine and Tyson's bedroom.

I fling open the door, "Baby, we are Connecticut bound in three days!"

Tyson pulls back the pillow his head was under, "You wanna run that by me again?"

"I booked us flight and accommodations for four days in Connecticut," I announce, still in a full on 'Ta-Da!' pose.

"That is what I thought you said," Tyson rubs his eyes, "J.J., are you crazy?"

"Ty, I'm tired of waiting around for things to happen!" I flop onto the bed next to him.

"What is your plan?"

I scoff at his question. He had heard my brilliant plan many times. I was going to make them an offer they could not refuse.

"Tyson, you know my plan."

"J.J., who says you are going to even make it past the doors?"

"I'll find a way!" I roll over onto my back and stare at the ceiling, "I just have to."

Tyson simply sighs then huddles up to my side. The conversation was over for the night; he was much too tired to come up with a clever rebuttal. I stroke the back of his neck with my nails, which soon puts him to sleep. I continue to stare at the ceiling as my thoughts consume me. I had officially taken the first steps to my dream. I chew on the inside of my cheek. Not only have I put my life on hold, by Ty's as well. I stare down at his sleeping frame and smile. I don't know what I would do without him.

Goodbye, mediocre research position. Hello, history-making endeavors.

And it's only the beginning.. R&R.