Hey guys! It's been storming where I live on and off for the past couple of weeks, and that's gotten me in the mood to do a murder mystery type fanfic! That and also the fact that I've been watching Days of Our Lives & they kind of have a murder storyline thingy that's going on now too, so it's been inspiring me lol! I hope you guys will enjoy this fic ( Some characters will die in this fic, but I promise it won't be like a bloodbath or anything, it will just be storyline related. Also, in this fic the brand extension never existed so everyone is on the same shows. The only character I own is Meadow Lawson, I don't own any of the other wrestlers involved in this fic, the WWE does. So without further ado, here is the first chap!!! Please read and review!!!

~ Chapter 1 ~

"That was such an awesome match, Meadow," Trish Stratus exclaimed as she congratulated her best friend after her match. "You are really coming into your own," she remarked as they made their way into the women's locker room.

"You think so?" Meadow bit her lip self-consciously. Meadow had only been with the WWE for five months, so she was still relatively new to the business. She always had the tendency to doubt her ability and performance; she was definitely her own worst critic. It always took her by surprise when people praised her matches.

"Meadow, you wrestle like you've been doing this for years. You are so entertaining to watch, and the fans really get into your character," Trish continued to gush. "That's probably because of your awesome storyline with Matt Hardy and Shannon Moore. It's so cute how you're the only female MF'er. And I know for a fact that you thoroughly enjoy working with a certain Mr. Mattitude," Trish chuckled uncontrollably and winked at Meadow as she began to prepare for her own match in a few minutes.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Meadow's face turned an interesting shade of red as she tucked a stray piece of her chestnut brown hair behind her ear.

"You are such the smitten kitten," Trish teased.

"Am not!" Meadow chucked a towel in Trish's direction as she giggled profusely.

"Why do you insist in wallowing in denial? It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that you have the major hots for Matt."

"Major hots?" Meadow raised her eyebrows skeptically. "Who talks like that? Did I just get transported back into the early '90s?"

"Haha, but I'm being serious here. It is so obvious that you want him," Trish nodded her head knowingly.

"Even if I did want him, and I'm not saying I do by any means, but I'm speaking hypothetically right now. Let's say I wanted to pursue something with Matt, I honestly don't think he's ready for a relationship right now because he just broke up with Amy not too long ago. Besides, I'm perfectly content with just being a MF'er," Meadow grinned.

"Oh yes, because you're definitely the teacher's pet," Trish laughed.

Meadow shook her head at her while she smiled, "You need to stop, you are so bad!" she warned.

"Yes, my girlfriend is quite bad, isn't she?" Trish looked up to see her boyfriend, Jeff Hardy, grinning adorably at her in the doorway.

"Jeffrey!" She squealed as she ran over to him and threw her arms around his neck.

"I take it that you're happy to see me?" Jeff looked at her amused.

"What ever gave you that idea?" Trish grinned as she kissed him gingerly on the lips.

"Oh brother," Meadow rolled her eyes at their make out session. Trish and Jeff were always joined at the lips; it never failed.

"Get a room!" Amy joked as she pushed Jeff and Trish out of the way and bounded into the locker room with Matt Hardy, Shannon Moore, and Shane Helms closely behind her.

"Hola chica!" Meadow happily greeted Amy as she gave her a huge hug.

"What? Am I not good enough for some hug action?" Shannon pouted.

"Of course you are, my fellow MF'er. Come here," Meadow smiled as she pulled him into an embrace and playfully ruffed his hair.

"Hey, watch it now. Lay off the hair," Shannon patted down his blonde hair and gave Meadow a look. She returned his glare as she lightly shoved him. Even though Meadow hadn't been signed on with the WWE for very long, she had already made some really awesome friends.

Shannon was probably her closest male friend, she could talk to him about anything, and he was always willing to listen to her.

Shane was Meadow's funniest friend. They had a very interesting relationship that consisted of a lot of teasing on both ends. Whenever Meadow was having a shitty day, she knew she could always count on Shane to put a smile back on her face.

Meadow was pretty close to Jeff as well. They were both obsessed with music and whenever Jeff wrote a new song, he would test it out on Meadow first to hear what she thought about it. They would have jam sessions with each other, where Jeff would strum along on his guitar, and Meadow would sing the lyrics. They made a pretty good team. Jeff was quite protective of Meadow, he considered her to be like a little sister, even though they were the same age.

She was also pretty tight with the girls. The first day Meadow met Trish.she couldn't explain it, they just clicked. Trish was her favorite shopping partner, and she and Meadow had the weirdest sense of humor. They would crack up at any and everything, and people would always give them strange looks because they didn't know what in the world was so funny! Trish and Meadow strongly believed that they were twins who were unfortunately separated at birth.

Meadow and Amy were really good friends too. They both considered themselves to be "guys's girls" which meant that they could watch football and drink beer with the guys, but turn around the next moment and be sexy little vixens that drive every hot blooded American male wild!

Then there was Matt.Meadow didn't know how or why, but had totally and completely fallen for him. She had a crush on him the second she laid eyes on him. She thought her ears were playing tricks on her when the general manager Stephanie McMahon informed her that she would be Matt's newest MF'er, and she would be sucking up to Matt to appear to be a better MF'er than Shannon. Meadow's character was supposedly secretly in love with Matt and constantly went out of her way to impress him whether it be inside the ring or out. She couldn't get over how true to life that storyline actually was. Meadow secretly wanted Matt, but Matt (like his Mattitude persona) was completely oblivious. She had been there for him when he and Amy had called it quits, and they had kind of formed a tight bond after that. They would flirt with each other on occasion, but that's as far as it went. Meadow wanted more, but had to accept that it just wasn't written in the cards.

"You are such a good little Mattitude Follower, using all of those little underhanded tactics I taught you to beat up Torrie Wilson. Good for you," Matt grinned and winked at Meadow.

"That's called cheating, Matt," Amy rolled her eyes.

"No, it's called she's using the fundamentals of Mattitude to help her win her matches, and she's doing a damn good job of it," Matt beamed.

"Um.uh.thanks," Meadow sheepishly smiled back.

"Well kiddies, I hate to break up this little gab fest, but I have a match in like 30 seconds," Trish began pushing her way through the crowd of people in the locker room.

"What? No good luck kiss?" Jeff asked offended.

"Make it quick," Trish motioned him over to her, and he kissed her softly.

"Good luck babe," he whispered. Trish affectionately pinched his cheeks and quickly raced out of the room.

"I guess that's our cue to hightail it out of her too," Shane nudged Meadow's shoulder. "I'll see you lata, Dollface." Dollface was Shane's nickname for Meadow because he thought her face was so angelic and innocent like a little doll.

"Yeah, I guess we'll go too," Shannon pretended to huff as he bid Meadow farewell and followed after Shane. Matt and Jeff were the next ones to leave, and then it was just Meadow and Amy in the room.

"It's all starting to happen," Amy suddenly remarked.

A peculiar look swept across Meadow's face as she turned around, "What do you mean it's all starting to happen?"

"I'm talking about you silly!" Amy exclaimed.

"You have lost me, Dumas," Meadow chuckled as she took a seat next to her friend.

"You are poised to take this women's division by storm, you do realize that don't you?"

"How do you mean?"

"I mean, you've only been in the company a few short months, but already you have a kickass storyline, legions of guys virtually in love with you, and so many young girls who want to be you. That kind of stuff doesn't usually happen this fast, not even with me. You are going to have that belt soon, I just know it. Besides, Vince and Steph adore you."

"Aww, cut it out, Aims," Meadow shooed her. "I appreciate what you're saying, but in all honesty, I'm just a lowly women's wrestler. I'm no where remotely close to being in your league. I win all of my matches by cheating for crying out loud!" She and Amy chuckled a little bit, until they heard a knock at the door. "It's open!" Meadow called.

"Hey, guys," Torrie Wilson smiled as she sauntered into the room.

"Hi, Tor. You don't look too good, are you feeling okay?" Meadow asked concerned.

"She's probably still recovering from that brutal beating you gave her," Amy whispered under her breath.

"I don't know what my problem is, but I've had this splitting headache practically all day long," Torrie gently massaged her temples.

"That's not cool, do you need some medicine?" Meadow inquired.

"Yeah, that's why I stopped here actually," Torrie confessed.

"You mean you didn't come here to have a heart to heart with us? Torrie, I'm deeply saddened," Amy teased.

"No, it's just that I know Meadow has awesome medicine that gets rid of headaches just like that," Torrie snapped her fingers to demonstrate her point.

"I sure do," Meadow sprang up from her seat at the bench and found her purse. She ransacked through it, until she came up with the item she had intended to find. She shook the bottle happily and handed it to Torrie. "This stuff is the shit! My brother-in-law was a pharmacist, and he swore on everything that these pills were magic or something," Meadow laughed. "Take two of these and you should be all set."

"Thank you so much, Meadow, you are a life saver!" Torrie excitedly beamed. "This works out perfectly because tomorrow I have that photo shoot to do for the cover of the Divas Swimsuit magazine, and in a few minutes I have another photo shoot to do for my new website, since I won the Babe of the Year competition."

"Congrats on that by the way," Amy added in. "You just narrowly beat Meadow here in one of the closest races ever for that contest."

"Thanks, it was definitely a nail biter there at the end, I just barely escaped," Torrie grinned. "I'm so happy I have this medicine, because now I'll be able to be at my best, and I won't look like a sick loser in my pictures."

"No, no, we wouldn't want that," Meadow giggled.

"No, we would not," Torrie agreed as she waved goodbye to them and vaccated the room.

"She freakin took the whole bottle," Meadow smiled and rejoined Amy on the bench.

"Well, Torrie is definitely a strange one," Amy swirled her fingers in a circle motion to the side of her head, demonstrating that she thought Torrie was crazy.

"Hey, she's a sweet girl," Meadow defended her.

"Sweet.but definitely flaky."

"I'll give that you one," Meadow laughed. Amy glanced down at her watch.

"I should leave soon, I have to get ready for my match against Victoria. Damn, I can't wait until she finally drops that belt; it's been two months already!"

"You and me both," Meadow nodded her head in agreement. "Who knows? Maybe you'll be the one who she drops it to."

"Keep your fingers crossed," Amy squealed and exited the room.

Meadow sighed and quickly paced around the room, something white in the corner of her eye caught her attention. She moved closer to the object, which was nestled in the side of the mirror.

"What the hell?" She murmured as she grabbed the small piece of paper. She opened it carefully, having a feeling that this note wasn't just an everyday, ordinary note. She noticed that it was completely composed of cut out letters from newspapers and magazines clippings.they all spelled out an interesting message. "NOTHING IS AS IT SEEMS" Meadow read. "Um.okayy, that's a little creepy," She then re-read the message. "What in the blue hell does this mean and why is it in my locker room?" When she finally grew tired of pondering the bizarre note, she tossed it into her bag. But she couldn't shake the cold chill she felt running down her spine. She shivered and rubbed her arms rhythmically up and down as she escaped the room.