I think I need to stop coming up with story ideas.......I think I might need Randy Orton to punt me a couple of times!!! Oh I should give you a little description on what Caitlyn "Caity" looks like! She is 23, has long hair, dyed red, about 5'6 and has blue eyes.

The door of the arena seemed to weigh a ton as I pushed the doors opened. The building opened up in front of me and I saw the many superstars and divas infront of me. I looked off to my right and saw Adam Copeland or as everyone knows him, Edge waiting to show me around.

I walked up to him and began to introduce myself, "Hi I'm Cait--"

"Did I ask you your name? No! Do you think you can just come in to here and expect to be able to talk to the Rated R superstar like that?" Adam snapped at me then started to laugh, "Haha I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Just a thing I do to newbies."

"You really got me there." I replied and continued, "As I was saying I'm Caitlyn, as you might already know. To be honest with you, I prefer to be called Caity."

"Well as you might already know, I'm the one showing you around." He said, laughing a little again.

As we walked down the hallways, Adam pointed out things like the gym, where catering was and who is who. He also gave me my script as we walked up to my locker room. He left and I walked into my locker room and sat down on a chair, beginning to looks at my script. Adam had kindly highlight all my parts, so it was easy to find what I had to say. One line stood out among them all, it said: Cm Punk's Girlfriend. I stared at that line in shock for a few moments. Why in the world did they make me be his onscreen girlfriend. Out of nowhere someone pounds on the door, so I get up and open the door and Cm Punk comes strolling into my locker room.

"Excuse me, there is a little thing called privacy. And your invading mine right now." I said, thoroughly annoyed. CM Punk stopped and takes a good look at me. "If you going to walk in my locker room uninvited at least say something!" I say equally annoyed as before.

"Not bad, I guess you'll do fine." He says smirking. I glare back at him not amused. He continues to stare at me.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer. Anyways what do you want Phillip?" I retorted which made him actaully look at my eyes instead the rest of me.

"Not alot. I just wanted to know what my onscreen girlfriend would look like. Guess they didn't pick an amazingly pretty one." He said, smirking again.

" And I don't think a black eye would look good on you. So either leave or quit with the insults." I replied taking a step close, not intimidated. "Bad enough that they put me with you." I said and then pretend to gag, "Life's tough, get a helmet!"

"Caitlyn, Caitlyn, Caitlyn. I'd be careful what you say." He replies in a smart ass voice.

"DO NOT I REPEAT DO NOT CALL ME CAITLLYN PHILLIP!" I snapped back at him, "You will call me Caity and nothing else!"

"Fine. Be that way but like I said I'd watch what comes out of that little mouth of yours." He said then left the room. Leaving me to think and then I continued looking at the script thinking: why did I get involved with this.....