PLEASE R&R. Only my second fanfic, but first WWE. Please tell me if you do not like it, or if you do, and the reasons why.

I do not own anyone that Wrestles in the real WWE, or who has been in the WWE.

Chapter One - Introduction

"This is it," I said to myself happily as I hopped out of my 1979 Orange rusted Honda Civic bomb of a car, and walked up the cool stone tiled steps towards the building. "I can't believe I'm actually doing this!"

"Good morning sir! Have a nice day." the doorman spoke as I stepped through the door and into the lobby.

"Thank you," I replied. "And right back at you." I made my way over to the front desk.

"Uh, excuse me," I said nervously to the receptionist as I shifted my backpack from one shoulder to the other. "Can you please tell me were I could find Mr Vince McMahon's office?"

"Ah" the receptionist replied with a smirk on her face. "I've heard about you. You're the one that one the latest Tough Enough aren't you?"

"Yes, that's me" I replied, cheeks turning red from embarrassment.

"Vince McMahon told me about you. He said to go up to his office right away. Something about a World Wrestling Entertainment contract. Lucky you."

"Thanks. So whereabouts would I find his office?"

"Third floor, last room on the left. You can't miss it."

"Thank you very much," I replied, and walked away, only to bump straight into someone, dropping both our bags, spilling all the contents from mine onto the marble floor.

"Hey! Watch were your going loser!" the man shouted as he picked up his bag.

"Whoa, sorry. I didn't see you there." I replied. "Are you al-" I stopped talking when I noticed who he was. Carlito.

"Man, that's not cool!" he barked. "Walking into people like that. Just not cool."

"You- Your Carlito!" Was all I could get out.

"You got a problem with that man?"

"N- naw. It's just that I could be joining you soon, if I'm drafted into Raw."

"Ah, I see. You're that, boy that won Tough enough eh" A smart arse looking smirk appeared on his face.

"Yeah I a-"

"Carlito thinks that show isn't cool," he interrupted. "And Carlito thinks that you aren't cool. So if I were you, I would beg Mr McMahon to put you in Smackdown, because you know what happens to people, that aren't cool." Carlito walked off down a hallway and disappeared into a room.

'What a jerk' I thought to myself as I placed everything back into my bag and made my way over to the elevator. There were two next to each other, so I pushed the button to make both of them come down. The one on the right opened up first, but was pitch black.

'Weird' I thought to myself as I stood there, wondering what was going on. There was an orange glow coming from the back of the elevator, than a figure appeared. He wore some kind of freaky looking mask and held a clock in his hand. I instantly knew who it was.

"Your-"

"The Boogyman!" he screamed in a horsed voice. He looked down at the metal clock he was holding in his hand. "And time is running out for you!" He looked back up, smashed the clock over his head, and then started laughing. I just stood there looking at him, not knowing what to say. Finally the doors closed and the elevator went back up.

'Man! Is everybody in this entertainment crazy or what?' The other elevator finally opened up and out stepped Stacy and Candice, both in bikinis. 'Apparently not!' I checked them up and down, and they noticed.

"Hey there" Stacy spoke, a smile appearing on her face. "I haven't seen you around. You new here or something?" I looked around, seeing if she was talking to someone else, but I was the only one in the Lobby, apart from the Receptionist.

"Ye-yeah?" I let out, a bit amazed that two of the finest looking Divas were actually talking to me.

"I know who you are," Candice suddenly spoke, as if she was just thinking about something. "You're the one who won Tough Enough. I thought it was you. You were impressive"

"Thanks." I scratched the back of my neck from embarrassment.

"So you're here to sign a contract I'm guessing?" she continued.

"Yeah, that's right. I can't wait to start wrestling in the WWE. It's a dream come true."

"You can wrestle with me anytime partner," Candice said with a grin on her face. Stacy laughed. Candice looked at her watch. "Is that the time. Wow we gotta go Stacy."

"Where you going?" I asked.

"Photo shoot," Candice replied.

"Ah, so that's what the shortage of clothes is for then?" I raised one of my eyebrows. They both laughed.

"Well I guess we'll be seeing you around then partner," Candice gave me a playful punch. "Take it easy, and see you later." They both walked out of the building. I walked into the elevator and pushed the button to go up to the third level. I couldn't help but laugh when I noticed the framed photo of Mr McMahon pulling a cheesy grin up on the wall.

The elevator opened up on the third floor and I stepped out and into a smallish dark-lit hall. As I walked down the hallway, I couldn't help but notice how dark it was in here. Remembering the last time it was dark, The Boogyman had shown up. So I decided to get a move on and made my way quickly towards the end of the hallway. I stopped at the last door on the left. It was marked with an expensive looking golden 'Vincent Kennedy McMahon' plaque. I knocked and someone from beyond the door told to enter. I couldn't actually believe I was moments away from meeting him, Mr Vincent Kennedy McMahon.