I don't own any of the superstars or divas or Vince McMahon. I only own C.J.

C.J's Pov.

I sat in the large office twiddling my thumbs waiting for my fate to be decided, I know I'm not the most suitable wrestler for the WWE, but hopefully Vince will give me a chance. The door opens and in come Vince McMahon and Triple H. Vince McMahon sits behind his desk and Triple H stands behind.

" C.J I have decided that I want to offer you a one year contract but I want you to take a therapy session every week." Vince Stated.

"Damn it, really?" I asked.

"Yes, You're a big risk, so I want try and make you less of a risk." Vince replied.

"Fine, When do you want me start?" I said.

"I'm not sure, creative will try to write you in a storyline which might take a couple of weeks, but in the meantime I want you a raw backstage starting from tomorrow and I want you to start therapy also tomorrow." Vince said.

"Okay, Thanks giving me a chance Vince, I won't screw it up." I said while getting up and making my way towards the door.

"Oh and C.J don't fall in love." Vince said loudly to me as I reached for the handle.

With my hand on the door handle, I shuddered at the thought, I replied "Don't worry about that, C.J McCloud, doesn't fall in love." And with that, I left.

*The next day*

I was walking around the arena, trying to find Triple H's make shift office. Trust Trips not to send directions. At least I have my iPod, so I can hunt with decent music in my ears. That was until a big solid wall knocked me off my feet and on to my ass.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't looking were I was going." The big solid wall said, which turned out to be very tall man. Normally I would have had ago at this guy but taking in what someone said to me today, I decided to be nice. Plus, I didn't want to make Vince mad at me for knocking out one of his superstars.

"It's okay, it's probably mostly my fault, too much in my own world." I managed to force out, thinking about it, it wasn't that bad, maybe I could get use to being nice.

"I don't think we've met before, I'm Wade Barrett, you are?" he asked.

"I'm C.J McCloud, nice to meet you, Wade. You don't happen to know where Triple H's office is, do you?" I questioned.

"Yeah, sure, I'm going that way anyway, follow me." He responded.

It turns out I was going in the wrong direction anyway. We were walking in a slightly awkward silence until my big mouth decided to end it.

"So, your from England?" I asked.

"Yeah, the north of England, and your from?" He replied.

"I'm from Boston." I said.

He nodded. "So, Are you a new diva?" He asked.

"Yeah, but I'm not sure what Vince has in store for me the though." I said, honestly.

"What do you mean by that?" He questioned.

"I'm a bare-knuckle fighter who can't keep her temper. " I chuckled thinking about how many times people have said that to me.

"Same here, although I can keep my temper." He laughed.

Wade stopped when we came to a door that said Triple H's Office.

"We're here, good luck, hopefully I'll see you around." He said.

"Thank you." I smiled, before he started walking off.

I knocked three times, and waited a couple of seconds before the door opened, and Triple H appeared.

"C.J, come in." he demanded, holding the door open.

I walked in and slouched in the chair in front his desk.

"Sit up C.J, how did your first therapy session go?" He asked.

Flashback

So here I was sat in a circle, in the middle of the room, what Vince failed to mention was that is was a group therapy session and it wasn't even therapy, it was anger management.

"Welcome, we're all here today, because we have anger issues, I'm Dr. Mayday, lets go round and introduce ourselves. " the group leader said.

"Hi, I'm Sam, I'm 26 and I'm a builder." The first guy said.

"Hey, I'm Jane, I'm 32 and I'm a hotel manger." The second girl said.

I was near the end the circle, and I didn't want to be here, so I just zoned out. By the time I knew it everyone was looking at me.

"Oh, I'm C.J McCloud, I'm 23 years old and I'm a wrestler." I nervously said. Everyone nodded.

Soon it was on to the next activity. "What makes you angry?" Honestly I couldn't answer this, I don't know what makes me angry, everything makes me angry. Everyone was saying his or her boss, traffic, and family.

"C.J what makes you angry?" Dr. Mayday asked me. I froze like a deer in headlights. And then my defensive side kicked in.

"I don't see how that's any of your business." I replied quite harshly.

"This is anger management, C.J I'm here to help you, how can I help you if I don't tell me what makes you angry." He explained.

"You know what I didn't ask for this, so fuck off trying to help me, I don't need it." I shouted at him, threw a chair and walked out of the room.

I walked outside quite annoyed, not at Dr. Mayday, not at Vince putting me in the session, but myself for getting all defensive like that, I should of just told the guy I didn't know.

"Fuck!" I muttered to myself, I sat down on the curb and lit up a cigarette.

"You know those are bad for you." A guy said, who then sat down next to me.

"I know, what are you doing here?" I asked him.

"I was over the street having a coffee, saw you come out of that building with the same look on your face, you had when you walked out of my hotel room three years ago." He explained.

"Your point is?" I said rudely, I wasn't in the mood for this or him.

"My point, is try being nice for once, and when someone says something you don't like, don't get all defensive. Trust people C.J, not everyone's a bad guy." And with that he walked off.

I haven't spoke to him in three years, and him saying that just makes me even more pissed off at myself.

I ruin everything good.

Flashback ends.

"Yeah, about that, do I have to go to that? I've been in and out of therapy all my life." I whined. I knew I had to change, I didn't need anger management, I needed to change by myself.

"I'll talk to Vince about it, considering you've been to one session, shows that your willing to do anything, well kind of, it doesn't matter, I'll just talk to Vince about it." Trips mumbled off.

"Thank you." I exclaimed.

"Have you met anyone of the superstars or divas yet?" He asked.

"Yeah I met Wade Barrett, he showed to your office, because I got completely lost." I laughed.

"Oh, I forgot to send you directions, thank god for Wade, because you would have been wandering around all day." Trips remembered.

"C.J you know he works here right." Trips caught me by surprise by saying that.

"Yeah, I know, I actually talked to him today." I replied.

"Really, how did that go?" He asked surprised.

"It went okay, we didn't argue." I said.

"I'm Glad, I've got a meeting now, so I'll walk you to catering and you can mingle." He announced, getting up and opening the door gesturing for me to follow.

After Triple H dropped me off at catering, I decided to get a Pepsi and sit down at an empty table at the back of the room. Luckily I packed a comic book in backpack, for situations like this. I looked around noticing they were a few superstars and divas sitting around talking amongst themselves.

I opened my Pepsi, and started to read my comic. That was until I felt someone sit down next to me.

A/N:

Start of a new story, Hope you like it. Hopefully it's better than my other, do tell me if it is. (:

-Maisie