Disclaimer: This here is a work of fiction. Yes these are journal entries from superstars and knockouts but it no way reflects anything that is real.

Who will be featured in this fic: Cody Reso (OC), Caleb Roode(OC), Joey LoMonaco(OC), Richie Steamboat (FCW), Bo Rotundo (FCW), Husky Harris (FCW/WWE), Angelina Love (TNA), Christopher Daniels (TNA), Zack Ryder(WWE), Curt Hawkins (WWE), Jack Swagger (WWE), Ted DiBiase ( WWE), Jeremy Buck (ROH), Gunner (TNA) and Ken Anderson (TNA). It's a very odd bunch don't worry it will make a lot of sense.

Dear Journal,

This is the first time I'm doing something of these sorts, writing in a log about my day. I actually first was given the idea when I was forced into Rehab by my older brother Robert. I generally love him, he's my rock, I usually turn to him when I need guidance the most. I have just one issue with him sometimes, his boyfriend, James.

James Storm, long-time friend, someone I respect more than anything… when he isn't trying to pile drinks on me. Today was one of those days, where I got drinks just kept getting piled on. I was hesitant at first about it, telling him, "no, no its okay I don't need any", but I found denying a drink from Storm is a big no-no.

"Oh come on Caleb," He told me, "Just one drink, it ain't gonna kill you!"

No, it didn't kill me, but it just wasn't one drink. You see I work with the KnockOuts in TNA, those crazy bitches. I adore them, they are all sweethearts, until they want something and don't get it. Unfortunately for me, I had experienced that early in the day, when it came to Velvet. I adore Velvet I think she's a sweet precious girl, with her priorities way completely out of whack. Lately she's been into getting involved with peoples personal relationships and having that get in the way of her work. Management caught wind of it and took her off the UK tour… bad move. Fans and her were both upset with this move and I got emails and angry calls from the princess herself. I informed her that getting her on the tour was going to cost her…

"Okay, Okay, I don't care just get me on that tour," she had hollered at me one day, literally she hollered it at me. I always thought the whole "Holler" deal was just all gimmick and not something she'd actually do, but I was wrong. I suppose she's got pigeons stashed somewhere to let loose one day. Anyways back to what I was going at before…

The day started with Velvet once again in my face, hollering at me about how she didn't like the signings she was booked for with James. Here's a secret about Velvet she doesn't like doing signings unless Chris Sabin is around, or a fellow KO. It's always been that way, if you asked me why I wouldn't be able to provide you with that answer. Something I learned long ago, stay out of the personal lives.

Not too long after that encounter with Velvet, I had an ever lovely encounter with my older brother Robert's boyfriend. With the same issue, he didn't want to go do that signing with Velvet. He'd take anyone else over her, amazingly I managed to distract him for a bit with my issues with my own lover. Told him about how I was considering ending things for his protection. I got hit over the head a few times for that suggestion but hey, he got off my back about Velvet.

Now here I am, drunk as a skunk because I foolishly offered up lunch for the both of us. While I generally eat food for Lunch, Storm on the other hand prefers drinking his lunch. I did discover the meaning of liquid lunch this afternoon, or rather I had to reacquaint myself with the term. It's a dangerous game that I am played by actually allowing James to pile drink after drink on me. Long ago, I had a nasty alcohol and medication problem, where I depended on both to keep me going. I hated life, all I had was my brother but I still felt alone. My only company was my work, but because I had to sleep I took pill after pill to help me sleep.

Robert, my darling brother, had found my in hotel room, seemingly asleep but when I didn't respond to him I woke up in a hospital. The rage on his face scared me more than anything and the people around me looking at me with such judgment on their faces made me realize who exactly I was letting down. I allowed Robert to put me in a rehab facility. It was a secret between us, I couldn't allow anyone to know where I had suddenly disappeared to. I demanded that he tell everyone that I had gone back to Canada to be with our family.

"I'm Caleb Roode, Robert! I can't have people thinking I'm some pill popping mess," I yelled at him, he looked at me and shook his head. He never understood the pride that I always had, he always reminded me that it was him that really mattered, it was never about me. Although he always did look at me and told me that he admired my confidence in who I am. My bother always had a hard time with that, took him a while to let that persona show when it came time for show time. Before this storyline he is in now, he came to me for help, with the request that I help him be a pompous asshole. I'm not a pompous asshole. Well not any more…

With help of my darling Frankie, I'm not one anymore. Speaking of Frankie, he can't know that I have this. I'm looking at the time now, and he's due back soon. I have to put on my best act of being drunk. There I go again. Always acting.

Good night Journal. Until next time. 12 January 2012.

A/N: I've decided that the next chapter is gonna be an overview of my OC's since I doubt most people know who they are. Watch out for it. Thanks guys. Please don't forget about that ever important Read and Review. MissMandaDiesel =)