AN: / Hey guys! So, this is a new story I'm choosing to write. Although this is my first WWE story on this account, it is not my first. I had another account but I was getting some hateful comments so I've made a new one. But hey, nice constructive reviews are appreciated! Anyway, on to the actual story.

I step out of my car, my hair whips all around me due to the strong wind. Once I tuck it behind my ears so I can actually see. I stare up at the large arena. With one look, I knew this was where I was supposed to be. I was meant to be making my debut on RAW. I grab my duffle bag and sling it over my shoulder.

I shake my head with a smile as I make my way through the almost empty parking lot and up to the front door.

When I reach the door I smile at the security guard at the door.

"Sorry, ma'am. The doors don't open until 6:00." He says tiredly. I look at him confused.

"I know, but I work here now. I'm debuting tonight." He looks me up and down, before rolling his eyes.

"Sure you are."

"No, I really am. I'm going to be playing the role of Stephanie's and Triple H's daughter. So can you please let me in?" I plead.

"Look, little lady. I get a lot of crazed fans trying to get into the shows, but you're the first to come up with an actual storyline that you're in." He says with a laugh, crossing his arms and shaking his head.

"No!" I argued, "I really do work for the WWE. I promise. Can you just pretty please let me in the building?" He rolls his eyes once more at my begging. I run my hands through my hair. I don't even know what to do to convince him that I do in fact, work for the WWE. Thinking hard, I think of a solution. I immediately start ruffling through my duffle bag for the script I had for tonight's show. Finding it, I immediately shove it into the security guards face.

"See, sucker. Now, let me in the damn arena." I say proudly. He reads over the paper and rolls his eyes but let's me through the door anyway. Victorious, I make a small gesture of fist pumping the air as I walk through the arena.

I check the time on my phone to see that I had about four hours before show time. Now that I was actually in the arena, I had no idea what I needed to do. I obviously needed to get to hair and makeup, but I didn't even know how to get there. I'm brought out of my train of thought, when I receive a text message from Jane Geddes, the member of talent relations that actually hired me. Hopefully, the text would tell me what the hell I actually needed to be doing right now.

'Hi, Katherine! Congratulations you are about 4 hours away from your WWE debut! Before the show starts there are a few things you need to do. As soon as you get to the arena, meet with Stephanie (she doesn't believe me when I tell her how much you look like her) also she'll probably just want to get to know you since she will be playing your on screen mother. She'll be in room 406. After that, you may want to go to catering; an empty stomach will not help the possible nerves. Then you're going to need to go to hair and makeup. After that, it'll be time for the show to start! Good Luck!'

I read over the message before tucking my phone back into my pocket. Now, I just had to navigate through the arena to find room 406.

Eventually, I find it. I had to ask to janitors, and even a security guard, but I found it nonetheless. I stand in front of the door and take a deep breath before knocking softly.

"Come in!" I hear Stephanie say. I take one last deep breath before turning the knob and entering the make shift office. It looked just like the one they used for promos sometimes.

"Hi." I say meekly. Stephanie McMahon was the definition of perfection. I found her so powerful. Even when I was a young girl, I thought she just had this aura of powerfulness. And to be standing in front of her, I felt just like a little girl again.

"Wow," she lets out, "You do kind of look like me. When creative pitched the idea, I didn't think we'd be able to find anyone that could make it look believable. But wow, you could actually be my daughter."

"Except for the age difference." I say with a laugh, referring to the fact that Stephanie was only 38, and I was 24. Which would've made her the grand total of 14 when she had me if I was her real daughter.

She laughs, "Except for the age difference." Her laughter makes me relax slightly, so I take a seat in the chair that's in front of her desk.

I suppose I did kind of look like Stephanie. I had the same icy blue eyes as her and the curly brown hair. We even had the matching freckles on our shoulders.

"So, are you nervous for tonight?" She asks resting her arms on her desk and staring at me.

"Oh, of course. I love this business and I'm so scared I'm not going to be worthy of it." I admit, I looking down at my hands.

She shakes her head with a smile, "I'm sure you'll do fine. But you should probably get some food in your stomach to settle your nerves."

I nod at her before rising from the chair. I have my hand on the door knob but pause to turn around.

"Um, Stephanie? Where exactly is catering?" I ask sheepishly.

She laughs before giving me the short directions to catering. As I'm about to cross the threshold she stops me once again.

"I'll see you out there, tonight, Katherine. Good luck!" I nod at her to show my thanks before finding my way to catering.

Luckily, when I get there, there is not a big crowd. So I didn't have to worry about having to find a place to sit just like in high school.

Going to the short buffet line, I grab a bowl of fruit salad, meat loaf, and bottled water. I sit down at a table and immediately pulled out my phone to keep from looking awkward. There's no telling how long it would be until I actually made some friends around here.

I scroll through twitter while scoffing down my food. While eating, I went into a daze and started to think about how I had actually got to this point.

Right after high school, I had started my wrestling career by managing to find my way in the indie circuits. I wrestled in the indies for a little over 3 years, and somehow my name reached someone in the WWE, they watched some of my tapes. And after showing them my skills on the microphone and in the ring I was hired.

For the first couple months, I would be working solely on the microphone so the crowds could warm up to me. Then my in- ring work would start. The WWE universe won't know what hit them.