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Chapter 1- It all began when…

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I was first approached with the idea about three weeks after I signed with the WWE. It was that a girl could win a date with her favorite superstar. I thought it was pretty cool I mean how often do the female fans actually get back what they give to us? In an industry that caters to men I thought it was a great idea. I just wondered, why they asked me if I would to go on a date with a fan. I had only been there for three weeks so I doubted that anyone noticed me but, as I would soon find out I was wrong.

After I signed the release I went on about my business and did not give it another though. No one mentioned it for a few months. It wasn't that big of an issue to anyone, until a few weeks before the winner was decided. Many girls had entered the contest, many more than I thought would. As the time approached I heard more and more about the previously neglected contest.

"Hey Ames," I called to her as I jogged down the hall to catch up with my red headed friend.

"Oh, hey Punker," she said as I slowed to a walk. "Seems you've caused quite a stir," she said with a grin.

"What do you mean?"

"Apparently you are quite popular with the female audience," she alluded. I raised and eyebrow. Seeing my utter confusion she continued. "Well, from what I have heard about forty percent of the girls who entered the win a date contest want a date with you."

"You're kidding… right?"

"Nope."

"That's strange."

"Not really," she said as she shrugged. "Girls like you because you seem fun and you seem more accessible than most of these guys." I looked at the floor not really knowing how to respond. "Just so you know you are more than likely gonna be the one going on the date," with that she walked into the women's locker room and closed the door. I stood there for a moment dumbfounded… well until Chris came along.

"Hey ass clown, you gonna stand there all day," he said, his serious expression giving way to laughter. This told me he was joking.

"Oh, um, yeah… not the greatest place to be stranded in thought, huh?"

"Nope, people might think you're a perv if you hang around too long… So, what's on your mind?"

"Something Ames said."

"Ah, the contest. Yeah, you've caused quite a fuss. No one expected you to be so popular this quickly."

"I guess not. I mean, I didn't think anyone would choose me."

"Well, they did."

"Yeah, I heard."

"So what are ya gonna do if you have to go on the date," he asked cocking an eyebrow and sitting down on some empty crates that littered the hallway.

"Well, I guess it depends on the girl. I've never been much for the whole date thing so I'll probably let her choose…" I trailed off. I followed his lead and sat down across from him.

"I hope you get a cool one. Some of the guys have had to go with girls who couldn't stop shrieking in their ears because of who they were. Others get the girls who are really cool about it and treat them like a normal person."

"Well, if I am the one who gets selected I hope that I get to go with a cool girl," he nodded and we sat in silence for a few minutes.

"Now that we have that cleared up, wanna go work the match?"

"Sure thing," I responded, CJ seemed satisfied with the response and lead the way to the ring. We spent a while figuring out what we wanted to do in our match that night then headed for catering. Catering was definitely one of the best parts about wrestling for the WWE.

As we entered the room it became very quiet. I wanted to yell at the people who were staring, but instead I followed CJ to the front of the room where the "buffet" was located. I figured it best not to make enemies so soon after getting there, though I guessed I already had quite a few. We got our food and headed to a table in the corner of the large room.

"You will be the one going on that date," Trish said as she plopped down beside me.

"Um, ok," I said not sure if I should listen to my second least favorite female. She was only out done by Nora, known to the fans as Molly. Trish placed her hand on my knee.

"A few minutes ago the team we put together to run the contests decided to eliminate the last entry that was not for you," she said as she slid her hand higher and squeezed my thigh. "Now it's down to three girls. Honestly, I don't think any of them are good enough for you," she continued as she slid her hand higher.

"Um, Chris I'll see you in a little while. I just remembered that I need to go find Amy, she has my CD," I managed to get out as I stood up, much to Trish's dismay.

"Ok, see you in…"

"Twenty minutes. I'll be in the dressing room," I said quickly.

"See ya then," he said. His face showed that he knew what Trish had been doing. He also knew how much I disliked her. I guessed that he understood and would probably soon follow. I threw my food away before leaving catering. After that experience I was not very hungry. I walked out of catering as quickly as possible. I began to feel slightly guilty for leaving Chris to deal with her, but I was getting sick by having her so close.

I walked on towards the women's locker room. I knocked on the door and waited a moment. "Hey," she said as opened the door.

"Hey Ames," I responded.

"You back so soon," she asked as she stepped out of the door and closed it. She leaned back against the door.

"Yeap, ran into Trish in catering that was enough for me," I replied as I leaned against the wall opposite of the women's locker room,

"I understand that one. So what did you tell her to get away?"

"That I needed to find you and get a CD back."

"I'll keep that in mind, incase she asks why you left again."

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it. So, what are you doing after the show?"

"Eh, I dunno, maybe just go back to the hotel and sleep."

"You should come see the Fozzy show."

"Ok, I'll think about it. Anyways, I should probably go to the dressing room. Chris should be there soon."

"Later," she said smiling.

"Later."

"Oh, Punk, they have decided who you're going on the date with."

"Really," I said as I walked back towards her a few steps.

"Yeap, a girl from Georgia, and it seems she has a request."

"What kind of request?"

"That you go to prom with her."