Author's note: Hello, children. This is my first wrestling fic, complete with blatant self insertion. It's not meant to be taken seriously, this is just a piece of fun I just started to write primarily for myself and my sister. Having said that, please feel free to leave a comment. Flamers welcomed as we haven't had our winter fuel allowance yet and it's kinda cold outside.

This is just a short chapter to introduce the two main characters, and my first chapters ALWAYS suck. It'll get better after this. How could it not? It's got wrestlers in it! Also, this is my world, and the wrestlers have just been kidnapped to suit my own purposes. I'll return them in one piece when I'm done, although I can't vouch for their mental state. Also, if you read and decide you want to MST it, drop me a line and let me know, because I love a good MST. Yay, sarcasm!

Disclaimer: Nope, not mine, although I wish it were so. Characters (apart from Ellister and Kit) and some storylines hijacked from World Wrestling Entertainment. I am making no money from this venture. Please do not sue, as I have become quite attached to the lint lining my pockets.

Blimey, this note is almost longer than the first chapter. Still with me? Read on!

-Ellister

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"Well I think that covers everything. If you ladies would just like to sign on the dotted line?" I glanced over at my soul-sister Kit, barely able to suppress a grin. Finally, after months of intensive training and hard work, we were about to fulfil our dream of becoming Divas for World Wrestling Entertainment. The Chairman, Vince McMahon, leaned back in his chair with his hands behind his head as we hastily scribbled our signatures on the contract that would tie us to the WWE for at least the next twelve months, and a review in six months with a view to extending our contracts if we did well. We would initially be starting on RAW, but as Mr McMahon said we could get transferred at any time.

It had been a pure stroke of luck that we had been spotted. I'd moved to Ohio to be with Kit a little over a year ago, and by sheer force of determination we'd started wrestling on the local indy circuit. We quickly built a following, Kit thanks to her high-flying devil-may-care antics, and me thanks to my inner British pigheadedness and sheer unwillingness to give up even when I was well and truly beaten. A scout had spotted our last match on the circuit, where we'd faced each other for the women's title. Kit had beaten me, just, and our match had gone on for almost an hour. We were approached by the scout after the show, he'd set up a meeting with Mr McMahon, and now barely three weeks later here we were penning a deal with the biggest name in wrestling. It was insane.

We handed the signed contracts back to Mr McMahon and shared a grin as he glanced over them and placed them in a folder. I glanced over at the brunette next to me, who had gone stock-still and I guessed she was, like me, one second away from spazzing out completely. Mr McMahon clasped his hands together and leaned forwards, fixing us with a stern look.

"Welcome to World Wrestling Entertainment. I have decided that your debut shall be put back for six weeks. This is because," he added, as we both started to protest, "that we are going to be running a feature during that time. I'm sure you've seen the advertising campaign for WWE Big Brother?" he asked and we nodded our agreement. We had been looking forward to it and had wasted numerous hours debating which Superstars would be chosen. "It is my intention that you two enter the Big Brother house. It will help you integrate yourselves with the other Superstars, and any friendships, alliances and enemies you make during that time will carry forwards into the ring in future. It will also give the public time to get to know you, as we haven't had the time to put together a formal introduction video. Any questions?"

"Yes. King Booker's not in Big Brother, is he?" asked Kit with an ugly look on her face. "Because I swear if he comes within a five mile radius…"

"No. He was not one of those chosen," replied Mr McMahon with a smile.

"Oh… Well if Chris Masters comes within a five mile radius…"

"I would thank you not to kill any of my Superstars before you get chance to debut," smirked Mr McMahon as he checked his watch. "I have to go to lunch now. Be back here tomorrow morning and you can begin your training." With that he nodded once and swept out of the office. Kit and I exchanged looks and as soon as the door had banged shut behind the Chairman we squealed and hugged each other.

"I can't believe it! We actually did it!" I yelled, squeezing Kit tight.

"I know… we did it… they thought I couldn't do it but I did it! We did it, Elli!" Kit squealed as she squeezed me back. "I wish we were starting a bit sooner than six weeks though…"

"Yeah, I mean, Big Brother?" I asked with a grimace. "If Chris Masters is also in that house, I can't see it ending well."

"Yeah. For him," she muttered with a dark glare at the door, as if expecting Masters to materialise in front of her. "I swear if that flabby butt comes anywhere near me I will kick it so hard…"

"You really don't like his butt, do you?" I asked with a smirk.

"It's horrible! It's all flabby and it wobbles!" She shuddered and I laughed.

"Better hope for his sake he's not chosen then," I sniggered, and stared at the wall, my mind filled with a delicious daydream about my future career.