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A nervous wreck.

It was the only way to describe my current state. I had dreamt of this day since I could walk and finally, finally it was about to happen.

My name is Ben Fraser; I'm from New York City and the newest WWE Superstar. I'd worked for years on the independent circuit perfecting my craft and now it had all paid off.

I'm not an arrogant person, but I had known from a young age that I was born to be a professional wrestler. I never had any doubts about my abilities in the ring, or on the mic. But there was one thing which terrified me. This one thing could cost me my dream. All those sacrifices I had made would be for nothing.

I'm gay. Ok, so maybe it's not a minor thing.

'Focus Ben, focus,' I whispered to myself as I drove to the arena.

As this day had drawn nearer, I had become increasingly determined to not let my personal life get in the way of my ambitions. As such, I wanted to keep my potentially career-destroying secret as long as I could. I had doubts as to whether the company brass, as well as the locker room, would give me a fair chance at succeeding if they knew.

When I wrestled on the independent scene, my sexuality hadn't been an issue. But that was because nobody knew who I was. I wasn't working for a major company, rather local promotions who wanted good wrestlers, not 'Superstars', whose every move was tracked and reported. But that is what I had to deal with now. Superstardom.

Within no time, I had reached the arena, my debut arena. Madison Square Garden. I had grown up a stone's throw from the Garden, and attended every wrestling event ever held there. I was appreciative that my career would start in front of my home crowd and I hoped that I would receive a warm reception.

I took a deep breath. It was time.

I stepped out of the car into the glorious NYC sun and smiled. This was my night and I was sure as hell going to enjoy it. I reached into the back seat and grabbed my bag, before locking the car and heading towards the 'player entrance.' As I approached, I saw a pair of security guards at the door.

'Identification please,' one of them said bluntly.

I reached into my wallet and pulled out my driver's license and handed it to the guard.

'I'm sorry sir, but you are not on the list.'

'Excuse me?' I replied quickly.

'You are not on the list,' the guard stated simply. 'To gain entry to the arena, you have to be a registered WWE or MSG employee.'

I stared, dumbfounded at the guards, inwardly cursing at my misfortune.

'There must have been a mistake. It's my first day, maybe they forgot to add me or something,' I remarked hopefully.

'Well, until someone can verify who you are, I'm afraid I can't let you in.

Shit. What a great start I was having, I couldn't even get inside the damn building!

'Um, is there a problem here?' I heard someone ask from behind me.

I quickly spun around and my mouth dropped as I came face-to-face with CM Punk.

….

'Close your mouth kid; it's not a good look.'

I did so very quickly, trying not to appear too taken aback or portray my huge embarrassment.

'Erm, sorry,' I muttered extending my hand, 'Ben Fraser, it's my first day, and apparently my name isn't on the list to get in.'

'Phil Brooks,' the man replied with a smile grasping my hand, 'don't worry, it happens to everyone on their first day. Bit of a prank that some of the veterans find funny.'

'Ah, so, I can go in?' I asked hopefully.

'Nope, you have to stay out here all day' says another voice sarcastically.

I glanced over Phil's shoulder and my eyes widened as John Morrison approached. The cameras didn't lie when it came to him, he was darn attractive.

Phil grins and exchanges pleasantries with Morrison, before turning to me.

'John, this is that new Fraser fella,' gesturing to me with a smile.

'Ah, yes, I've heard a bit about you kid,' Morrison said flashing me a warming smile.

'All good I hope?' I replied shaking his hand returning the smile.

Morrison simply laughs, giving the guard his ID, along with Phil.

'He's with us,' Phil says to the guard nodding at me.

And with that I entered MSG for the first time as a WWE Superstar.

….

Phil and Morrison chatted animatedly as we walked down the hallway towards god knows where. Not that I cared too much. I must have looked like the biggest tool, my head on a swivel, as I tried to drink it all in.

'Ben…Ben…BEN!'

I snapped out of my daze as Phil and Morrison looked curiously at me.

'Sorry, I'm just… you know…' I tried to say.

'I still remember my first day,' Phil reminisced, 'God I was nervous as hell too, but it turned out great! The guys are generally a nice bunch; they'll welcome you and make you feel part of the locker room. Most of them anyway. That is, unless you're secretly some weirdo with an agenda.'

I gulped. I didn't have an agenda or anything, but I definitely had a secret.

'Yeah mate, you'll be 'right,' Morrison added, flashing me another beautiful smile.

I could not help but smile back at him. God this was going to be harder than I thought.

'Oi Punk! Morrison!' a voice yelled. Ah, I love that accent I thought to myself. South African Justin Gabriel and Virginia-born Heath Slater approached us, both men casting a brief glance over me.

'The boss is looking for you both,' Gabriel said, 'apparently you brought the new guy in. Is that him?' he went on, pointing in my direction.

All four men were looking at me now. 'It's rude to point Gabriel,' Morrison said calmly, 'why don't you ask him who he is, he is standing right there.'

'Um, right, hi,' Gabriel said nervously to me, 'are you the new Fraser kid?'

'I am. Is the boss looking for me?' I asked.

'Yeah man, I can take you to him if you like?' Gabriel responded. I glanced at Phil and John, who nodded reassuringly.

'Yeah thanks,' I said with a grin, 'I'm Ben by the way.'

'Justin,' he replied smiling, 'and this is Heath,' motioning to his red-headed friend, who nodded curtly. 'Shall we then?' Gabriel continued, gesturing the way in which I presumed Vince's office was.

'Go on Ben, we'll see you later,' Phil said, and he and Morrison strode off, while the South African and the red-head quickly ventured the other way, and I had to jog to catch up with them.

'Nervous about meeting the boss?' Slater asked, as Gabriel walked ahead leading the way. Strangely enough, meeting Vince had seemed irrelevant and minut in comparison to hiding my sexuality from my co-workers. But of course, I wasn't about to tell Slater that.

'Yeah a bit, what's he like?' I asked, attempting to continue the conversation.

'He's not that bad actually,' Slater drawled in his strangely attractive Southern tone, 'he gets some stick from the boys, but he's fair. Ain't that right Justin?'

'Yep, he's easy enough to work for. He can be a dick sometimes,' Gabriel claimed, bringing a smile to my face, 'but all in all, he's alright.'

Gah, that accent could melt any heart I thought to myself. It was often said that people are sexier in the flesh, and sure as heck, that notion was being proved right. Even Slater had me licking my lips.

'Alright, here we are,' Gabriel said stopping rather suddenly outside a wooden door with a huge brass handle. 'Good luck Ben,' Gabriel said in that South African accent that made me weak at the knees, while Slater smiled warmly and nodded.

'Thanks,' I stammered in reply, as the pair walked off throwing play punches.

I sighed loudly and rested my head against the door. How long can I keep this up if I'm gawking at every guy that walks past? This is gonna be tough.

With my forehead still resting against the door, I took a few deep breaths. Suddenly I felt the door being yanked open and I fell face first into the room. At least it was carpeted I thought to myself.

'Mr. Fraser?'

I groaned inwardly, and cursed the first day that I was having.