Hey Everyone! I just wanted to say a quick hello to everyone out there in ficland. This is my first time writing on this site, but I am a fan of many of the authors out there as I'm a reader on this site. I decided to give it a shot and see how it goes. Let me know how you like it, and what you think.

p.s - my character, Angelina, is Italian. Italian may be used, but I will translate as we go. yay!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone in the WWE universe, Im just a huge fan, and love wrestling and writing. The only thing that belongs to me is my made up character. Thats all.

ENJOY!

Automatic - Chapter One "Living the Dream"

I smiled as I made my way through the back entrance to the arena. This is it. This is the moment I've been waiting for ever since I was a little girl sitting in front of the TV watching wrestling with my family...ever since my teachers asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up.

Some would say I'm lucky...they say I got in so easy because I was family. That's a load of crap really. My mother is sisters with the one and only Linda McMahon, so yes I am related. Vince McMahon is my uncle, it didn't mean I didn't have to bust my ass to be where I was. If anything I had to work harder to prove I had the skills and abilities it took to be up to par with WWE standards.

I've broken bones, gotten countless amounts of stitches and bloody gashes to stand where I'm standing today, and I'm going to prove to those who think life was served to me on a silver platter, that I deserve my place in the WWE.

"Ms. Angelina Way?" I heard someone call from behind me.

I turned to find a bored looking woman wearing a headset, holding a clipboard looking at me with an expression of pure...joy. Mind the sarcasm.

"That's me!" I replied with a smile. I'd at least be nice considering she was so miserable.

"Wonderful, follow me." She stated with a grimace I'm guessing was supposed to be a smile. Well...she was trying. I followed her to a door that had a very professional looking plaque that read 'Vince McMahon'. She knocked, and I heard my uncle's gruff voice call a 'come in'. I opened the door, and poked my head in with a smile.

There sat Vince McMahon, wearing a very professional looking suit, looking over some papers which I guessed where tonight's Monday Night Raw schedule. He looked so tired, but at the same time, looked just like the uncle I always used to try and put into a headlock while growing up.

"Hello there Zio..." He looked up from his paperwork with a smile.

"Angelina...just look at you..." He stated as he walked over and enveloped me in a hug. "You look great kid, especially recovering after that last match you had."

I did some Indie Wrestling, I was into the hardcore stuff, a risk taker. I decided it was high time the Women's division grew some...well...balls. Seriously enough with the Victoria Secret undie models, and onto women kicking ass again...seriously. I decided in the last Indie match I had, I'd make a name for myself. Went up against one of the toughest female fighters in that association...and damn did I have the bruises and scars to prove it.

"A small gash on my head is hardly anything Zio Vince. I just needed a few stitches and I was fine." I sat patting my head. He looked at me with the most deadpan expression...which was honestly hilarious on his face.

"Well, you're not the one who had to call your mother and tell her you busted your head open when you jumped off a ladder Angie."

I smiled and turned at the sound of my cousin's voice.

"Steph!" I ran over to the brunette and hugged her as tight as I could manage. "Shit girl you look good for having just had a little one. How is she anyway?"

"Good...just about as hyper as you." She said with a laugh.

"Yea...sure. Everyone take a crack at Angie." I said rolling my eyes. I tucked black hair behind my ear, turning to my uncle with a smile.

"So, when do I get to kick some ass?" They both laughed, and motioned me over to a chair.

"Sooner than you think Angie. We're working you into tonight's RAW." Steph said with a smile.

"You're more than ready for the WWE kid...you've proved that in all the matches I've seen you in to date. We're going to start you off as a face. You're going to be a Rebel Diva, and you're going to challenge all the Diva's and prove that the WWE Women's Division is a force to be reckoned with." My uncle said with a smile.

I felt a smile going across my own face. This was definitely about to get interesting. The Women's Division of wrestling was going to get a whole lot tougher...and I was ready to vamp it up.

"Your first appearance tonight is going to be against Maryse. So Ted DiBiase and John Morrison are going to be having a match tonight. Maryse will interfere in the match, and that's when you come out, and stop her. Ted and John will be shocked, but we'll leave it that way. It will look better for the camera's. Maryse already knows about the plans, she's in the women's dressing room getting ready, so you can go on and introduce yourself, talk about what you'd like to do." Stephanie said, looking over the paperwork.

"Ok sounds good to me. Thanks for giving me a heads up on the angle. I think it sounds pretty awesome. Thanks Steph." She smiled at me and looked to her father.

"Ok Angie, play safe, and be nice." He said with a smile. "And most of all, kick ass."

"You know it Zio." I nodded my head, and stood, gathering my bag and jacket from the ground.

"See you all after RAW." I walked out of the office and down the hall. My dream, my life as a WWE superstar was just beginning.