Juliette Barkley was a beautiful twenty-eight year old. She had green eyes and long dark brown hair. For the past six years she had been working for The New York Times she had her own sports column but wanted something more serious like politics. Her boss kept promising her he would give her what she wanted. She was at her desk when she got called into her bosses office.

"Good morning Juliette." He said.

"Good morning Frank."

"I have an assignment for you."

"Am I covering the Knicks game?"

"No." "You're going uncover."

"Uncover?"

"An uncover exposé on the world of professional wrestling."

"Professional wrestling?" "I hate that fake shit."

"I don't like it to much either." "Find one of the most popular guys and do a story on him." "We all know they do steroids and stuff like that."

"You want me to become a wrestler?"

"No." "You will be a backstage announcer." "I know someone who handles the hiring over there." "You start Monday."

"How long do I have to complete this exposé?"

"Three months." "You do this right you can have any column you want." "I want you to check in with me periodically."

"Ok."

"I know I can count on you."

"Yes you can."

"You can leave now." She left.

Later that night Juilette's sister Sarah came to visit her at her apartment.

"He wants you to go undercover?" Sarah said.

"Yeah."

"That's crazy."

"Yeah but if I do it right he says I can have any column I want."

"Don't you think you should at least look at some pictures of wrestlers?" "You don't know much about it."

"Yeah." She got out her laptop. They were looking through pictures of male wrestlers. They got to John Cena.

"Damn he's hot."

"Yeah but look at him." "He's obviously on steroids." "His dick is probably the size of a pinky finger." She said laughing.

"You're probably right."

"You probably can't even feel it when he puts it in."

"You're terrible Juliette." She said laughing.

That Monday she went to the arena. She got familiarized with the job and what it entailed then she went to catering. She put her money in the Coke machine. It wouldn't give it to her. Suddenly a hand whacked the machine hard. The Coke fell down. She grabbed it and turned around to thank the person. It was John Cena.

"Thank you." She said.

"You're welcome." "I don't think we've met." "I'm John Cena."

"Juliette Barkley." "I'm the new backstage announcer for Raw."

"It's nice to meet you." "You'll like it here."

"It's nice to meet you to."

"I'd love to stay and talk but I gotta run."

Juliette went back to the hotel after the show. She actually enjoyed watching some of it. Someone bumped into getting off the elevator and didn't even stop to apologize. It made her spill her purse. She was picking what fell out up. John knelt down to help her. She looked over and saw him.

"Thank you again." She said.

"No problem." "What's this?" John said holding up a tape recorder.

"Oh I want to be a writer." "Every time I get a good idea I record my thoughts." She lied. They got on the elevator.

"How did you like your first night?"

"It was fun."

"It must be tough been away from your husband though."

"I don't have a husband."

"Boyfriend?"

"Nope." "It's just me."

"That's good to know." He said smiling at her. She smiled back. "You have a beautiful smile."

"Thank you." The elevator dinged. "This is where I get off."

"Have a good night."

"You to."

Juliette went to her room got out her tape recorder. She hit record.

"Subject, John Cena." She said. "Objective, get close to and exploit John."

There's the first chapter. I hope you like it. Please review.