Disclaimer: We own nothing. Only Bianca, Andy, and Danny.

A/N.Okay well, Michelle and I decided that we want to write a story together. This is just the first chapter and Sorry it's a little short. The others will be longer, don't worry. First off I wanna thank the stories "Confessions of a WWE Diva" and "Unwanted Surprises" because they really gave me the idea. And I'm sorry that I'm using your guy's idea, but its just suck a great idea! Well, anyways, onto the first chapter!

Chapter 1.

"Are you sure you want to publish this?" My best friend, of 10 years, asked me sitting across the table.

"I have to." I mumbled staring out the window.

"Just listen to the back of it!" My other best friend exclaimed snatching the book out of Andrea's hand.

"Thanks for asking, Danny!" Andy exclaimed sarcastically. Danny smirked and stuck out her tongue, before reading the back of my book.

"Being in the World Wrestling Entertainment, to any fan seems like fun, a dream really, but the Superstar's and Diva's of the industry have other things to say about that. Sure they love their job, but the hectic schedules keep them from their lives. This is a commitment and sacrifice that they all had to make to entertain you..."

Flashback-1 year, 10 months ago-

"Bianca Lynn Carver! Will you stop saying that?!" Danny exclaimed to be pulling open the door to our favorite cafe, late that night around 10:30 pm.

"Why?! Its fucking true! nothing I ever write is good enough for those damn critics! I try and write a book but no! What do they do?! Fucking send it back to me saying that it sucked! I should just give up!" I exclaimed as we walked into the cafe, all of us failing to notice the group of WWE superstars sitting in the back.

"Hon relax!" Andy tried to calm me down taking my bag from my shoulder.

"What good would that do?!" I exclaimed again sitting down in a chair and slamming my head on the table. "Ow." I lifted my head up, rubbing my forehead while Danny and Andy laughed. "Oh fuck off!" I chuckled standing up and walking over to the counter, ordering our usuals.

"You're an Idiot, Binx!" Danny yelled over to me making me laugh.

"Don't make me laugh! I'm pissed off!" I said chuckling again before paying the cashier and walking back to the table.

"Let me see the rejection letter." Andy said holding out her hand. I dug around in my bag trying to find it.

"Ah! Here!" I said handing it to her. She looked over it.

"Bianca, you seriously need to chill out, babe!" Danny comforted placing a hand on my arm. "Thing's will work themselves out if you just stop trying."

"But If I stop trying I won't have rent to pay." Andy handed me back my rejection letter.

"Let me see the book they rejected." She said. I sighed pulling out the copy and handing it to her, none of us seeing a page fly out. Andy cleared her throat standing up.

"Like wind, the fire grew heavy. Tossing the clothes in the fire, she laughed menacingly." Andy paused and looked up again. "How could they reject that?! It's fucking awesome!"

"Well, apparently the fucking critics didn't think so!" I mumbled sitting back in my seat.

Two days later-

Back and forth you wonder through your mind winters passing over but it won't find you take what you can change the seasons

Groggily, I got out of my bed, hearing my phone ring. I stretch and answer it.

"Hello?" I asked, not bothering to look at Caller-Id

"Hi, is this Bianca Lynn Carver?" some girl asked

"Yes…may I ask who wants to know?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, where are my manners?" she replied. "This is Elizabeth Andrews, I am Vince McMahon's secretary."

"And Vince McMahon is who?" I asked. Ugh don't confuse me when I first wake up.

"Vince McMahon, the chairman of World Wrestling Entertainment"

"…"

"The WWE?"

"Oh, I think I've heard of that before…why are you calling me?"

"Well, one of our superstars, well, overheard you and your friends at near-by café, and when you left, you must have left a paper behind with you contact information and part of a, well as he put it, 'amazing opening scene to a book"'

"You must have the wrong person"

"Well, right here it says, Bianca Lynn Carver and the number I called"

"Yeah, well supposedly, I can't write" I replied rolling my eyes.

"Well, to what I can see here, you're wrong, this is really good"

"You really think so?" I asked. I guess if some random person is telling me its good…

"Yes, absolutely!"

"Oh, well thanks. So about this Vince guy…"

"Yes, oh yes, well he wanted me to call you because he was wondering if you could meet with him later on today?"

"Well, I guess so"

"Thank you, I'll let him know, oh and any time after 3:00 would be best please"

"Sure, I'll be there" she hung up, as did I. I quickly took a shower, got dressed and left my two best friends/roommates a note telling them where I was.

Out. Got a call this morning from Vince McMahon's (the Chairman of WWE) secretary asking if I could meet with them. Apparently we left some of my story and contact info in the café last night, and they found it thinking it was good.

I'll try not to get raped.

Got my cell if you need me.

-Binx-