Minor Correction: Jessica is actually 27. Thanks and another note - in the beginning of the story, John Cena is 26

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Chapter 2...

New York…2 Days Later…

Cory hefted her bag over her shoulder as she walked into the hotel. She'd left the rest of her bags in the trunk of her car. She briefly considered going to her own apartment but Jessica told her that it was probably a good idea to be in the hotel to bond with her new co-workers. She pushed her sunglasses up on top of her head as she walked toward the front desk. Just as she reached it, she felt someone bump her out of the way. She heard a squeak escape her as her dark glasses fell back down to cover her eyes. She turned and could just barely see the face of the man who had moved her.

"Reservation for John Cena," he told the receptionist.

Cory pushed her glasses up to see if she'd heard correctly. Sure enough, John Cena was standing before her, looking straight ahead as if he hadn't just shoulder blocked her.

"Excuse me," she spoke up, trying not to sound too irritated. Maybe he just wasn't looking. "I think I was next."

He looked over at her and then rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to the receptionist who was looking up his room number in her computer.

Cory looked around, wondering if anyone else had seen what she just did. Did he actually just roll his eyes at her? She had always heard that John Cena was such a nice guy. From what she'd experienced so far, that wasn't exactly true.

"I wasn't aware waiting in line had gone out of style," she rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest and waiting.

"They haven't," he said, as the receptionist handed him keys to his room and a few brochures for local attractions. "I just have somewhere important to be."

"And I don't?" she arched a brow, a little surprised. She didn't expect people on the street to know who she was, unless they'd been ECW fans nearing the end, but she would hope that someone in the business would recognize her, especially considering they would be working together in a matter of hours.

"Look, what you have to do isn't my concern," John said. "So why don't you just chill over there while I finish this up and then maybe once I'm done I'll give you an autograph and take a picture with you or something."

Cory could do nothing but stare as he gave her a condescending little smirk before turning and signing the sheet of paper the hotel clerk asked him to sign. John Cena, fan favorite, the guy little kids lost their minds over at every show, was quite possibly the biggest ass she'd met in a long time.

Once he was done he smiled and politely thanked the clerk and then walked away.

Cory shook her head, glaring, "Asshole."

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2 hours later...

"So have I mentioned how excited I am that Cory's finally gonna be working with us?" Dawn asked Mark as he handed her a bottle of water.

"Yes you have," he laughed. "I'm lookin' forward to it too."

Mark didn't express his enthusiasm quite as openly as Dawn but he was looking forward to seeing his good friend. He met Cory a few weeks after she started in ECW. Dawn had told him about the new girl and how good she was in the ring and how well the got along. Mark had a night off and planned on surprising Dawn at her apartment in New Jersey. He rang the doorbell and, to his surprise, someone he hadn't seen before answered the door. She was tall and, at the time, her hair was dyed black with a very slight bluish tint. Her eyes went wide when she saw him standing before her. Mark's relationship with Dawn was one of best kept secrets in the business in those days. They both stared at each other for a few seconds until Dawn came to the door and introduced them. She stammered a little and he could tell that she was trying to keep from gushing, which he appreciated considering the situation. Dawn convinced him that Cory wouldn't tell anyone about what was going on with them and he ended up ordering dinner for all three of them. They sat in Dawn's living room for hours laughing and talking. From that day forward, Mark had taken Cory under his wing. She was like a younger sister to him. They would often have long talks about where she wanted to go in the business. Especially in those early days, she was so young and confused. Her family, with the obvious exception of Jessica, strongly opposed to her involvement in wrestling. Her mother Adelle couldn't understand why the daughter she'd worked so hard to spoil like a little princess had any interest in doing something that would involve her getting sweaty and breaking a nail. Then she met that idiot Damien and he tried to discourage her as well. But wrestling was in her heart and she was great at what she did and Mark and Dawn were always there to give her a pep talk when she was feeling down. She was a great friend to them too. Especially when they broke up. She didn't take sides, she made it clear that she loved them both. If it hadn't been for her, they probably wouldn't have developed the peaceful relationship they currently shared. He'd offered numerous times to talk to Vince about hiring her but she wanted to get there on her own and asked him not to. And now she'd done it, and Mark was proud of her.

"Have you talked to her yet today?" Dawn asked.

"Not yet," Mark shook his head. "She was stopping to drop off her dogs at her friend Helena's and pick up her car, then she was supposed to go to the hotel and check in before she came here."

"You haven't talked to her yet and you know her whole itinerary for the day?" she laughed. "Your like a protective father."

Mark shrugged, "Somebody's gotta look out for the kid."

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"How do I look?" Jessica turned around in front of Hunter.

"Why are you so concerned with how you look?" Hunter laughed. "She's your sister, not your boyfriend."

"I am aware of that, thank you," she made a face at him. "But I haven't seen her in forever and I want to look good. So how do I look?"

Hunter hadn't seen Jessica look bad once since the day he met her. He wasn't sure that she could. She was tall with a great body. She had silky black hair that hung almost to the middle of her back with very dark red 'highlights' throughout and big, bright blue eyes with thick dark lashes. She had gotten dressed for the show early, wearing a very tight, black long sleeved t-shirt, a pair of gray camouflage shorts and black knee high boots.

"You look great," he assured her.

"Are you just saying that so I'll stop asking you?" she put her hands on her hips, giving him a suspicious look.

"I'm being honest," he insisted.

"You better be," she glared. Then, her phone started ringing in her purse before she could threaten him any further. She walked over and smiled brightly when she saw who it was.

"It's Cory," she informed him before she answered it. "Hello my darling...So you'll be here in a few minutes then?...Sweet, I'll meet you so I can show you around...Love you..Bye."

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10 Minutes Later...

Cory looked around in awe as she made her way through the halls of the backstage area at Madison Square Garden. She couldn't believe she was there. She wanted to pinch herself. Could she actually be preparing for her first show with the WWE at Madison Square Garden of all places? She had told Jessica when she would be there but her sister more than likely got caught up with something because she hadn't met her inside the door as they'd planned. Instead, after making sure she had proper clearance, one of the security guards directed her toward the women's locker room. She was beginning to feel a little lost. The place was so huge, she was pretty sure she'd taken a wrong turn somewhere. Then, she almost tripped over her own feet when she stepped on one of her shoelaces. She put her bag down on the floor and bent down to tie it. She was about to get up when she heard a loud noise right next to her.

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John put his hand on the wall to keep himself from falling. Could this day get more irritating? First, he woke up late, then he had to rush to get to the airport. Then, once he got to the airport, he was told that he was too late, even though he had just missed the final boarding call for his plane and it hadn't left yet. Then, he sat and argued with the condescending, Napoleonic little jerk behind the counter for so long that he missed the plane. Then, he had to rebook his flight after explaining to airport security why he threatened to whoop the guy's ass. He was exhausted and now people were putting things on the floor in the middle of the hallway. Annoyed, he turned around to see what he tripped over. He was shocked when he spotted the young woman from the hotel lobby.

Isn't this interesting?

She was kneeling down, she seemed to have been tying her shoe lace before he tripped. Now she was staring at him, surprised. She stood up, brushing off the knees of her pants and he got a good look at her. She was about 5'7" or 5'8" with long, light brown hair, big blue eyes, and full lips. She was wearing a pink sweater and jeans and though the sweater was a little loose, he could tell she was hiding a very nice body; athletic and curvy. She was probably some type of model. Normally he would take a little more time to admire the view but, though she was pretty, he was still in a bad mood.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

She crossed her arms over her chest, "I work here."

He rolled his eyes, he'd heard this story before, "Sure you do."

She stared at him as if he'd lost his mind for a few seconds. Then, she rolled her eyes, "I don't have time for this."

She picked up the bag on the floor next to her and started to walk past him. This one was good, she even brought a gym bag with her to look authentic.

John gently took her arm, keeping her from walking away, "Look sweetheart, fans aren't allowed back here without passes...Neither are groupies. You're just gonna have to wait outside after the show like everybody else."

"What?" she stared.

"What the hell...John, let her go!"

John turned to see his good friend Jessica walking toward him.

"Jessie, you know groupies aren't allowed backstage," John said.

"Will you stop calling me a god damn groupie?" the brunette tried to pull her arm away from him.

"She's not a groupie, genius," Jessica said. "She's my sister."

John let go of the young woman and looked at her as she stood next to Jessica. He had seen Jessica's sister before when she was in ECW. Not too much but he remembered seeing her. And, at the time, she had dark, almost blood red hair and she wasn't as tan as this girl. And Jessica showed him a few pictures once and the girl had a nose ring and her hair was black and blue. He looked at the brunette's face, then at Jessica, and back again. They had the same big blue eyes shrouded in thick dark eyelashes, the same arch in their brows. Jessica was a little taller, the other a little bustier but their hair even had the same wavy texture.

"You've seen her before but she used to have a bit of a thing for dying her hair," Jessica explained.

"Son of a bitch," John shook his head.

"John Cena," Jessica smiled, obviously a little amused at the situation. "Meet Corinne Samms, my sister and our newest Diva...Cory, meet John Cena."

John stared, still not saying anything.

"He'll say hello once he yanks his foot out of his mouth," Jessica smiled at Cory.

"I figured as much," Cory smirked, giving John a smug look. "You know, I'd much rather go meet some of my nicer coworkers than stand here waiting for him to regain his composure. Can we go?"

"If you want to," Jessica shrugged. She gave John a pointed look, "I'll talk to you later."

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"Well that was a friendly welcome," Cory smirked as she and Jessica walked down the hall.
"Don't mind John," Jessica said. "Portia's been giving him crap lately and it's had his panties in an awful bunch. Anyway, forget him for now, it is so good to see you!"

"You too," Cory hugged her tightly. She took a step back to look at her sister, "You look fantastic."

"So do you," Jessica said. She touched Cory's hair, "I see we went back to the natural color. I love it. I'm sure Adelle about wet her pants with excitement."

"Thank you and she was thrilled. Do you even remember what yours looks like?" Cory laughed, touching Jessica's dyed waves.

"It's somewhere in the brown family if memory serves," Jessica laughed.

"I think you're right," Cory laughed.

"Okay, we can catch up on beauty tips later," Jessica said. "I wanna introduce you to some people before it gets too hectic back here."

"Is it dumb that I'm nervous?" Cory asked as they turned a corner. "Because I don't usually get nervous."

"It's normal," Jessica insisted. "Where's Damien? He couldn't make it for your first show?"

Cory smirked at Jessica's tone. Her sister had never liked Damien. Neither did Mark or Dawn.

"Damien..isn't going to be around anymore," Cory said.

"He's not?" Jessica's eyes practically lit up.

"Don't be too excited Jessie," Cory laughed.

"Sorry, you know how I felt about him," Jessica said. "You can do much better."

"I hope so," she shrugged.

Jessica stopped when they reached the door marked Women's Locker Room, "Ready?"

Cory nodded and Jessica opened the door, walking in and pulling Cory behind her. Cory felt a tiny bit intimidated when she found herself standing in front of three of the company's most popular divas: Trish Stratus, Viveca LeVeaux, and Portia Kelly. Portia was about Cory's height with long, shiny black hair and almond shaped hazel eyes. She was wearing a blue strapless shirt and a black skirt and silver strappy shoes. Viveca was shorter, probably 5'5" with straight black hair and pale green eyes. She was in a pink strapless dress and matching heels. Trish, one of Cory's favorite divas, was in jeans and a t-shirt.

"Ladies, I'd like you to meet our newest Diva and my little sister, Cory Samms," Jessica introduced.

"Do you always have to throw in the little sister thing?" Cory asked.

"I do," Jessica nodded.

"Great to meet you," Trish stepped up, shaking her hand. "I've seen some of your matches, you're amazing."

Cory felt a dumb smile spread across her face. Trish Stratus, former Women's Champion, was calling her amazing, "Thank you so much. I'm a big fan."

"Well then thank you," Trish laughed. "I've gotta run, I'll see you all later."
"Hello," Viveca smiled warmly, hugging Cory. "It's nice to finally meet you. I've heard a lot about you."
"Cor, this is Viveca Bonham, also known as Viveca LeVeaux," Jessica introduced. "And that one over there reading the magazine is Portia Kelly."
"Nice to meet you Portia," Cory said, offering her hand. Portia looked at her hand but didn't touch it.
"So you're the one Vince wants in our storyline?" Portia stood up, looking Cory up and down.

Cory reminded herself that it was a first day and she didn't want anyone thinking she was disrespectful so she didn't say anything.

"Her storyline?" Viveca raised a brow.

"You never told me this," Jessica looked at Cory.

"I just found out today," Cory explained. "Vince has decided I'm going to be Cory Flair, daughter of The Nature Boy, girlfriend of Randy Orton, newest member of Evolution."

"That's great!" Jessica hugged her.

Cory smiled, hugging her back. She didn't want to gush too much since Portia was so obviously annoyed but she was thrilled. She was getting to work with Ric Flair, one of her idols and Triple H, a future hall of famer and one of the best in the business.

"Wait..girlfriend of Randy Orton?" Jessica laughed.

Cory rolled her eyes, sighing. That was the not so thrilling part.

"I think I'm missing something," Viveca laughed.

"Cory's not exactly Randy's biggest fan," Jessica said. "He came to a show she was doing once to hang out with some friends and started hitting on her."

"More like propositioning me," Cory made a face.

"She had a boyfriend at the time and informed him and he didn't seem to care much," Jessica laughed.

"The next few times I saw him, he was all over me," Cory shook her head.

"Sounds fun," Viveca laughed.

"I'm surprised he would hit on you," Portia said.

"Watch it Portia," Jessica said. "My sister might not say anything to you yet but I have no problem with telling you what I think."

Cory would be annoyed if it weren't almost flattering. Randy Orton and John Cena were currently feuding. Portia was John Cena's valet/'girlfriend', which meant that she and Cory were headed for a rivalry. Portia's blatant animosity showed that she was feeling threatened, and Cory hadn't even debuted yet.

"I have to go find John," Portia said.

"I'm sure he'll be thrilled to see you," Jessica said as the other woman stalked out of the room.

"She always that friendly?" Cory asked.

Viveca laughed, "No, sometimes she's downright mean."

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1 Hour Later...

"So what'd you do to her?" Jeff laughed. John had just told a few of his friends to expect Jessica storming into their dressing room soon.
"Assumed her sister was a groupie and tried to throw her out," John sighed.

"You did what?" Mark glared at him.

"Oh not you too," John shook his head.

"Yeah, me too," Mark nodded. "Did you apologize?"

"She didn't really give me a chance," John said. "She just made some little sarcastic remark and then she and Jessie walked off."

"I suggest you apologize as soon as you get a chance," Mark pointed at him.

"It was an honest mistake," John shrugged.

"Are you saying she looks like a groupie?" Mark asked.

"No, no," John shook his head. "I'm just saying that I wasn't trying to be mean. And she wasn't exactly nice to me either."

"Doesn't matter," Mark said. "Just say you're sorry."

John was about to say something else but the door opened and Jessica walked in, eyes narrowed, arms crossed, "Cena, I need to talk to you."

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20 Minutes to Showtime

"So, you wanna be my date tonight?" Jeff asked, leaning against the wall as Viveca drank her bottle of water.

Viveca shook her head. Jeff had been trying to get her to go out with him since her first month in the company. 2 years later, he still wasn't giving up. Sometimes it was almost cute but most of the time it was just frustrating. She was running out of ways to tell him now. He just wasn't her type. At all.

"Jeff, I'm really not in the mood right now," she rolled her eyes.

"I just want to know if you want to go to dinner with the rest of us," Jeff asked. "A bunch of us are going out to celebrate Cory's first night."
"If I say yes, will you promise not to hit on me?" Viveca smiled.
"Maybe," he shrugged.
"Yes, I'll go," she said.
"Thank you," he smiled.
"I'm going for Cory, not you."
"Believe what you want," Jeff smiled. "We all know who you're really going for."
"Jeff the hair dye is seeping into your brain," she rolled her eyes. "I don't like you."
"Sure you don't."

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"Wow," Cory said, standing sideways in front of the mirror. She had just put on her dress for the show. It was already picked out for her and apparently, whoever picked it underestimated the size of her ass because it was a wee bit short.

"It looks great," Dawn said.

"I like it," Cory turned, facing herself. She put her hands on her hips, studying the dress. It was a short gray halter with a very low neck and black lace trim. Her hair was curled they'd done her makeup pretty naturally. She sat on the couch next to her friend, folding her legs up under her. She was still having trouble grasping the day she'd had. In the last two hours, she had a meeting with Vince and Stephanie McMahon, Hunter Levesque, Ric Flair, Randy Orton, and her new least favorite people, John Cena and Portia Kelly, to discuss their upcoming angle. After that, Ric and Hunter declared they wanted to get to know her a little better before the show started. She had to get her hair curled so they sat with her while she had her hair done and they all talked. The hair stylist kept threatening to burn her because she kept moving her head but she couldn't help it. Ric kept making her laugh. Now she was in the women's locker room with Dawn, all ready for the show, just praying her dress didn't ride up too far on her first night.

"Okay, last minute advice," Dawn smiled, pushing Cory's hair out of her face. "You're a heel so don't be all smiley. You have a tendency to smile a lot."

Cory nodded.

"You look really good when you do that bitchy little smirk thing," Dawn said. "You know, the one where your eyebrow kinda goes up."

"I do not have a bitchy little smirk thing," Cory laughed.

"Trust me, you do," Dawn said. "I think you got it from your mom, I've seen her do it too."

"You're comparing me to my mom?" Cory asked. "Minutes before my WWE debut, what I've been dreaming of for years and you're comparing me to my mom?"

Dawn laughed, "I'm trying to help."

"You are helping," Cory said. "I got it, bitchy, not smiley. I think I can handle that."

"I know you can," Dawn smiled, giving her a hug. "I'm so proud."

"Don't be," Cory laughed. "I haven't done anything yet."

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