AN: This chapter introduces the characters. I do not own Ghostbusters, WWE, DX, Shawn Michaels, Triple H etc…I only own my OC Sophia Mysterio…

Bing…

Sophia Mysterio's eye opened as she heard the 'ping' coming from the airplanes cockpit. She opened her other eye slowly, yawned and stretched her arms out. Her flight was a long one, but it would be soon worth it once she landed. For Wrestlers with hectic schedules like Sophia, sleep was a privilege and catching up on their sleep was always something they had to do and they enjoy on long flight.

"Ladies and Gentlemen we are now arriving in New York City and the JFK airport. Please fasten your seatbelts, pull back your seats and put away all tray tables. We should be landing very shortly. Thank you."

The speaker turned off and Sophia opened her shade to the plane window to take a look outside. The land still looked very high above the ground but she could tell her plane was slowly descending. She turned to her tag team partner and fiancée Shawn Michaels. He was sound asleep with IPod ear buds in each ear; his light brown hair which passed his shoulders by a bit, was tied in a ponytail with the exception of a few strands of hair on his face. He was the oldest & maturest out of the tag team, but his sky blue eyes and his funny yet kind personality had some youth to them, which was one of the main reasons why she fell in love with him.

"Shawn." She told him gently. "We're landing soon. Wake up…"

He opened his eyes slowly and stretched his muscley arms as he focused his attention on the other tag team partner, Triple H. His large muscular frame and fighting intensity made him intimidating in the ring, but he was fun to be around and funny whenever he was with his best friends, Shawn and Sophia. Triple H too was sound asleep, but he didn't seem as peaceful as Shawn or Sophia for his mouth was agape, snoring, and drool was slowly coming out of the edge of his thin lips.

"Hunter!" Shawn called to him, addressing him by his first name "Hunter…Hunter…"

When Hunter didn't even bother moving, Sophia got across Shawn and shouted "HUNTER HEARST HELMSLEY!"

He awoke with a start and glared at her for waking him up in an annoying manner but also called him by his full name.

"What?" he asked sleepily and angrily

The plane suddenly landed causing Hunter to Jerk forward in his seat and hit his head against the back of the seat in front of him

"We're landing" she told him in monotone.

Once the three tag team partners stepped off from their plane, they were greeted by a young looking male chauffeur with a sign in his gloved hands reading "D-Generation X" the name of the tag team. "DX I assume?" he asked them.

"Yes" Shawn told him.

"Your limo awaits you" the chauffeur told them.

Being famous does have its privileges Sophia thought as the trio followed the chauffeur to the baggage claim and soon into their black limousine. About half an hour later, Sophia, Shawn and Hunter's limo stopped at a curb, finally arriving at their destination. The trio got out of their limo and looked at the hotel they were going to be staying at for about a month for vacation. The Red Lilac didn't look like a hotel at all. In fact, it looked like an old yet perfectly preserved Victorian mansion.

"Oh wow" Sophia breathed in awe of the hotel.

"This looks way better than The Waldorf Astoria." Shawn commented "Hunter, did Vince tell you why he booked our rooms here?"

"No he didn't" Hunter told him with some doubt "Which is sort of suspicious since he's our boss."

"Who hates us." Shawn added as he grabbed his luggage. As he helped with some of the luggage, he had a strange feeling that someone was watching him. The feeling made him uncomfortable and alert. He turned his head backwards, but he only saw Hunter and Sophia walking off with the Chauffeur towards the hotel.

Maybe I'm just tired he thought to himself as he shrugged and followed his tag team. I'm sure once I relax, I'll be able to feel better.

Meanwhile, back in the city life of New York City was an almost quiet day back at the Ghostbusters headquarters. The men haven't had any clients within the past few days and they have been just a bit bored. Today however, Ray Stantz wasn't as bored as the other men.

"Get 'em! C'mon! Get 'em! NO! That was the pin, you stupid referee!" he shouted as he sat in front of the television watching wrestling. The newbie of the group, Winston Zeddimore came into the rec room, wondering what the commotion was.

"Ray, I think Egon is trying to…"

He stopped once he saw what Ray was watching. "C'mon man, not this!"

"Why not?" Ray asked "It's quite an entertaining sport! You see that guy there, in black?"

Winston looked closer at the tall man in the TV. He was wearing all black from head to toe with a hat with a big rim around it. "Yes?"

"That's the Undertaker. The best wrestler ever! If his character was real, I bet he'd make our jobs easier when it comes to catching ghosts!"

Winston rolled his eyes a bit and shook his head "Sometimes I think you're a bit too enthusiastic about the things you like Ray."

"If I wasn't enthusiastic about what I like" Ray told him as-a-matter-of-factly "I wouldn't have this job"

"Whatever man." Winston mumbled as he walked out of the rec room and left Ray alone to watch The Undertaker fight.

AN: Sorry Egon and Peter weren't in this one, but don't worry they will come out soon.