A/N:Ok. So this is my first story up here on and it is based off the WWE. It's my first story so please be nice, I know it isn't perfect but I hope that it's good enough to grow even a few fans. So leave me a review if you like it, or even if you don't, but just be gentle please. I'm fragile. This only the prologue and it's only here basically to introduce my OC Riley to you guys and kick start the real story.

Disclaimer:I own nothing but the plot, and any OC's of mine that I have thrown into this story.

Paparazzi

By, RogueWriter17

Chapter 1: Every Beginning Starts With A B

My back slammed hard against the mat and I instantly felt the wind being knocked straight out of me. That stupid job wasn't worth this kind of torture.

I coughed and sputtered, struggling to catch my breath as I rolled over onto my stomach, my brown locks falling directly into my face. We'd been at this every day for three weeks straight now, and I still felt as if I hadn't gotten the slightest bit better. I mean sure there were some things I was getting the hang of, but most of the stratageys Ashley attempted to teach were just lost upon me. Also, we still hadn't heard anything from this contact that Ashley had who was supposed to be setting this whole plan into motion. I still couldn't believe that Ashley was cool with me doing this, and had actually suggested it in the first place.

"I—"cough, cough—"quit!" I shouted, slowly pushing myself up onto my knees using my hands. Ashley stood leaning up against the ropes across the ring, watching me with an amused look on her face.

"That's cool, I'll just kick you out when you miss the rent and you can move back in with mom and dad and live off of food stamps." I shuddered at the thought of that. I love my parents dearly, but living with them ever again was out of the question.

"That was low," I hissed at her, forcing myself shakily back to my feet.

"I know, but it isn't as hard as you're making it, Riley. I'm taking it easy on you right now 'cause you're my sister; the other girls in the industry aren't related to you by blood. They're ruthless, and they'll kick the shit out of you at any sign of weakness," she told me, thrusting herself off the ropes. "Now, do you want to try again or just call it a day?"

I sighed and shook my head. "No, lets try it again—what is it again?"

"It's called a clothesline. It's when your opponent runs at you with their arm outstretched and catches you by the throat. It hurts like hell if you're on the receiving end but pretty easy to avoid if you time it right. You ready?" I nodded, though still unsure and she charged. Remembering my cheerleading roots from high school I came up with a brilliant idea.

I watched as she charged, waiting, the finally, at just the right moment, I feel down to the mat in a split and rolled out so that I was now halfway across the ring giving me both enough time to recover and space from my opponent to decide what to do next.

Ashley grabbed onto the ropes to stop her momentum before she turned back to me, smiling brilliantly. "Finally!"

"OK," I wheezed. "Now we can take a break."

"Agreed," Ashley said with a nod as we both rolled underneath the ropes and rested on the apron, dangling our legs over the side.

"Ash?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you sure that you're cool with me doing this? I mean you watch Raw nearly every week, and you used to work for the company. Aren't you fighting with your loyalties or anything like that?" I wondered. This had been bugging me since we started my training two weeks ago. I didn't want to do this if it made her uncomfortable.

She wrapped an arm around me and shook her head. "My first loyalties go to my family. And a reporter going undercover in the WWE is the best way to make a name for yourself. When you're done with this, you could possibly even publish your own book instead of going back to that crappy job with Train."

She did have a point. People would pay big money for a story based upon what truly goes down behind the curtain in the WWE. Ashley had told me numerous stories about all the taboo things that had happened with the other talent when she was still working for the company, and some of the things she'd told me were unbelievably delicious. This book was a New York Times Bestseller waiting to be written, screw Harry and that fucking job with Train magazine.

"So, when's this contact of your supposed to be calling us back?" I wondered. "It's been like three weeks now."

"Chill out, it'll get here when it gets here."

I frowned in confusion. "It?"

"Come on, I think we've done enough training for one day. Lets go back home so I can get ready to go pick Lexi up from school."

I nodded and we both hopped down from the apron before heading exiting the gym to climb into Ashley's car—sweaty and icky I might add—and back to the condo to shower and change. Once I'd finished showering and switching into something a little less comfortable than exercise clothing, Ashley was already gone to pick up Lexi.

I continued down the hall into the living room to make my way over into the kitchen to grab a quick snack as I just realized that all that getting smacked around inside the ring has made me extremely hungry. As I was passing the couch, however, I noticed the little red button on the phone cradle was blinking signaling that we had a voicemail. I'd forgotten to check it today.

There were a few messages from friends—both mine and Ashley's—and one from our mother. Just as I was about to walk away into the kitchen, another message started playing, this one from someone I wasn't familiar with.

"Hello my name is Stephanie McMahon and I'm calling on behalf of World Wrestling Entertainment. I'm calling for Riley Massaro. I recently received a phone call as well as a very impressive audition video of your in-ring skills from you Sister Ashley who has done nothing but spoken the best of you. Miss Massaro I must say that I am very impressed and I would love to have a meeting with you sometime very soon in the near future. If you could call me at my office and we can maybe set up a meeting sometime this week…"

The rest of the message after that I could bring myself to remember anything but the screaming, not from Stephanie but from me. Somehow I'd begun screaming my head off and jumping around the room like an idiot. I wasn't exactly sure as to why I was so excited about Stephanie wanting to meet with me; I didn't even like wrestling. Maybe it was just the possibility that my dreaming of achieving bestseller-list status was now getting a little bit closer.

As soon as the message ended I snatched up the phone and dialed Stephanie back from the number in the phone's memory. It rang an unbearable three times before finally I heard a familiar voice of Stephanie McMahon herself—I felt like I was talking to royalty as this chick's family had more money that God almost.

"Stephanie McMahon," she answered in her generic business tone.

"Um… Mrs. McMahon?" Shit. My voice was quivering. How pathetic.

"Yes, can I help you?" she asked, her tone sounded a little bored. Maybe I got a little ahead of myself. I should probably have waited until Ashley got back.

"Y-yes, hi, my name is Riley Massaro. You called me earlier?"

"Ah, yes, Riley!" her tone seemed to perk up and I felt myself relax, but only a little. "I'm glad that you received my message. I received your audition tape as well as a call from your sister a littler earlier this week, and as I mentioned before, she spoke nothing but the best of your abilities. Now, I'm sure you'll need much more training but I'm a strong believer in the what-you-see-is-what-you-get theory and from the looks of your audition tape you have strong promise and I would like to offer you a spot in our Divas division. Between you and me, we need some fresh new faces around." I laughed. I'd expected her to come across as more of an ice princess like I remember on television when Ashley used to watch it when we were younger, but she was actually kind of funny. "So, I'll be in New York on business this Friday. Could we set up a meeting on that date?"

"Yes," I blurted out before the words had even fully exited her mouth. "I mean, sure, I think I can make that work."

Stephanie giggled light-heartedly before we both said our goodbyes with promises to see each other soon and hung up. Not even ten minutes later Lexi came running into the house, she instantly dumped her Dora the Explorer backpack off by the door and ran over to jump onto the couch in front of the television. "Hi, Aunt Riley!" she greeted me with a grin before he attention returned to the flashing screen.

"Alexis Massaro you are still… oh forget it," Ashley moaned waving a hand at the subject of Lexi's grounding as she closed the door behind her. "What are you beaming about over there?" she asked, noticing my Cheshire cat-like smile.

"Oh nothing," I replied innocently as I strolled away into the kitchen and began digging around through the refrigerator. I retrieved a jar of pickles and placed it atop the counter. "But if you must know, I just got the phone with none other than the Stephanie McMahon—"

"What?" Ashley gasped dashing up beside me into the kitchen. "She finally called back? What did she say?"

"Nothing much—hey, how are you? How's Lexi? And she may have mentioned something about meeting with me this Friday so we can discuss my future with the industry!" Ashley and I both squealed in union before she pulled me into a hug.

"Oh, my god, I am so proud of you! We have to call mom and dad!" she insisted.

That caused my excitement to quickly vanish. What would I tell them when they asked about my sudden interest in wrestling? I couldn't lie to my own parents, and if I told them the truth they'd try to talk me out of it.

"What's wrong?" Ashley asked, a concerned look covering her face.

"What are we supposed to tell them, Ash?" I inquired, shaking my head. "That I'm scamming the WWE into thinking that I actually want to become a Diva when actually I'm an undercover reporter looking to extort what happens inside their company in hopes of furthering my own true career. Yeah, they'll love that." By now any form of excitement that I had about this interview was long gone and replaced with disgrace. Was this really something that I wanted to carry through with? "I just don't think that I can deal with all the lies and deceit."

"Right, you're the one in the family with principals," Ashley sighed. Was that supposed to be an insult? "Look, Riley. I know that you made all these promises when you first started your journalism career to never become like the sleazy paparazzi that you see today doing anything to get a story, but this is a once in a lifetime chance here. You could turn this experience into a book and make millions, most of which I'm sure your conscience will propel you to donate to charity so if you look at it, you're actually helping people by going through with this." Wow, since when did Ashley become the insightful one out of the two of us? "So maybe you'll step on a few toes when it's all over, you can't make friend everywhere you go, Ry."

Deep down, I knew that she was right. About both things. This was a opportunity that most people in my position would kill for, and I would be a fool to let something like this slip right through my fingers.

"Okay," I conceded. "I'll do it."