Thanks for all of the alerts and the favorites, guys! I appreciate it. Here we go! Also, please note that there are going to be some fabricated things when it comes to the developmental territories, because I have NO idea what it's like down there.

Nick Nemeth couldn't believe it. Vince McMahon had given his official order; he was going to be sent back to Ohio Valley Wrestling, along with all the other members of the Spirit Squad. Weeks ago, he was a Tag Team Champion, and wrestling future Hall of Famers like Shawn Michaels and Triple H weekly. Nick was still backstage at Philadelphia, at the Wachovia Center, site of Monday Night Raw. The angle to get him off of television was written, and Michaels and Triple H stuffed the Spirit Squad into a trunk and stamped it with Louisville, home of OVW.

"Hey, Nick!"

Nemeth stopped packing his bags and turned around to face the voice that was talking to him. He smirked as it was none other than the Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels! "Hey, Shawn. What's up?"

"I just wanted to wish you good luck, kid. You've got a bright future. You've got the talent and the looks to make it big in this company. I'll be rallying for you to be called out sooner rather than later. You're gonna be world champion someday." Michaels said, extending his hand to the younger man.

"Thank you so much, Shawn. It was honestly a pleasure working with you." Nick said, taking Shawn's hand and shaking it.

Shawn slapped Nick on the shoulder and walked out of the room, leaving Nick time to think. Shawn was right… the future was Nick's, and all he had to do was hone his craft, and he'd be set. Vince McMahon himself told him he couldn't wait until he was back in a WWE ring. For now, Dolph had to accept his orders; orders that he planned to excel at.

The day of training had just concluded, with Nick Nemeth earning a victory over Gavin Spears. The day was seen as an overall disappointment for Nick, as the Executive Vice President of Talent Relations, John Laurinatis, came to scout talent, and didn't give Nick the answer he wanted to hear. Nick was heading back to the house that all OVW talent shared, when his phone vibrated. He reached into the pocket of his sweatpants and pulled out his cell phone, flipping it open to reveal a text message from Al Snow, the head trainer.

"Hey, new guy moving in. Gonna introduce you guys, he'll be ur next door neighbor."

Nick nodded. It made sense, the guy that lived next door had gotten the call from Vince McMahon earlier in the week, freeing up a spot in OVW. Word around the house was that this new kid was hired directly by Vince McMahon himself, so the expectations were high. Nick entered the house to silence, which was not surprising, given the day that the wrestlers just went through. Each wrestler had their own room, to make sure that all physicality was restricted to the ring, and not the room. Nick walked up the steps and walked down the left hallway, where his room was, at the end of the hall. Nick walked by his next door neighbor's room, and heard the unmistakable voice of Al Snow. Nick couldn't help but smile. Al was one of the nicest men you'll ever meet, and was so easy to make fun of. He continued to walk to his door and took out his keys. He put his key into the door, just as he heard the door next door open. He tried to hurry into his room, but no avail.

"Hey! Nemeth!" He turned around, right into the smiling face of Al Snow. "Did you get my text?"

"Al! Yeah… I got it, man." Nick said, as he dropped his gym bag into his room. Truth be told, he had no interest in talking to Al, or meeting the new guy. He wanted to take a hot shower, and go to sleep.

"Good! Well, come on! Come meet the new guy!" And with that, Nick knew that there was no escaping his fate. Al led him next door, where he walked right in. Nick suddenly laughed to himself. He must look ridiculous. His unusual hair, which was bleach-blonde and curly, was sticking out in every direction from his match with Gavin, and he was only wearing a tank top and his white trunks, which left very little to the imagination.

"Hey! I brought your neighbor. Nick, this is Cody. Cody, this is Nick." Al said. Nick made eye contact with the new kid and extended his hand. The kid had a firm grip, and Nick smiled. The kid was attractive, no doubt about it. He had the look. No wonder Vince hired him by himself.

"Cody Rhodes." Cody said, and Nick raised his eyebrows, trying to process that new piece of information.

"Wait… are you saying… your Dusty Rhodes' son?" Nick said, his voice full of disbelief and shock.

"Yeah. Second generation." Cody replied. Nick snorted. He was obviously very cocky, his attitude was one of someone who thought that the world owed him something. Nick nodded at Cody and began to find his way out.

"It was nice meeting you, man. Best of luck here. I'm going to go take a shower… if you ever need me, I'm right next door."

"Wait.. Nick! Do you wanna grab a bite to eat? The car ride over was pretty long and I'm starved. I have no idea where anything is, either. It'd be nice to have some company." Cody replied with a smile. Nick wasn't that hungry, but for some reason, he just couldn't say no to Cody. He told him that he would go, but that he needed to get changed first. Cody told him it was fine, and Nick went to his room.

"Yeah, I'll take another beer, thank you." Nick said to their waitress, who smiled and walked away. Cody, who wouldn't be 21 for another year, simply stared at the older man. The waitress came back with Nick's Miller Lite and placed it on the table. Nick gave her a wink and she walked away with a giggle.

"You have her right in the palm of your hands, dude." Cody said with a laugh. Nick turned to look at her, and Cody reached over and grabbed Nick's beer, bringing it to his lips and taking a deep chug. Nick turned around and looked at him incredulously, but Cody just shrugged and handed it back to him.

"That was so uncool." Nick said, with a laugh. "And yeah, you'll learn eventually. They're all interested at first, until you tell them that you wrestle for a living, and then they slowly stop calling you."

"Ah. I take it you don't have a girlfriend?" Cody asked, taking a sip from his water, still eying Nick's beer.

"Yeah, we broke up a couple of months ago. Said she couldn't handle dating a wrestler, it was bad for her nerves. Whatevs. What about you?"

Cody and Nick locked eyes, and Cody smiled. "Nah. No girlfriend for me. I'm single. When Vince signed me, I knew that I shouldn't come to Louisville with a girlfriend. That's just asking for trouble, you know what I'm saying?"

"Yeah, I get what you mean. Stacy and I were going good… I thought I was going to marry her. But eh, things change, I guess. Tell you what… why don't we just go back to the house, and we can chill in my room for a little if you want? The other guys are going to be sleeping, they're all a bit disappointed they weren't called up to the main roster, and company is always nice." Nick said. His mind on Cody had been changed throughout the night. He was apprehensive at first, thinking that he would be another arrogant guy, just like most second generation guys are, but he actually is a nice guy.

"Yeah, I'd like that."

"Good. Maybe I'll let you have a beer or two, loser." Nick said, teasingly. Cody just laughed. He knew that him and Nick would be good friends, the two were very similar.

Alright, this chapter is just a set up. I'm going to start writing chapter three NOW, and I want something to happen. I don't want them to kiss yet, or do anything, but I want it to be teased. It'll be a continuation of this chapter. Any ideas? Reviews are greatly appreciated!