Lyssa pulls up to a large business building, checks the address, and climbs out of her truck. She stretches grabbing her backpack from the passenger side and starts toward the door.

It's been 6 days since she left La Push and she finally made it to Connecticut.

"I wonder how the pack is doing," she muses.

The idea of shifting for a few minutes is tempting, but she ignores it.

"Way too busy," she mummers.

She enters the building walks into a brightly lit room with chairs lining the walls, frames of WWE history hung proudly, and a large brown desk in front of a door with stairs to the right.

"How can I help you?" the woman at the desk asks, obviously not caring.

Lyssa forces a smile making her gums slide slightly over her abnormally sharp canine teeth and replies, "I have a meeting with Mr. McMahon."

"Name please," she says.

"Lyssa."

"Sorry no, "Lyssa". Last name?"

"Q'wati."

"Spell it."

"Q. w. a. t. i."

"Alyssa?"

"Ya, but call me Lyssa."

"Whatever. Top floor, take a right, room at the end of the hall. Have a nice day."

"Thanks," Lyssa mumbles rolling her eyes turning away from the grumpy office women and heads toward the stairs when she suddenly feels a hand on her shoulder.

"The elevator's over there ya know?" he chuckles pointing the opposite direction.

He has long blond hair with streaks of pink and purple, green eyes, black nail polish, and a crooked smile.

"Jeff Hardy," she concludes right away.

She smirks and replies, "I've been driving the last 6 days after everyday outdoor physical labor, not only can i manage the stairs, but i need them," she laughs.

He laughs and replies, "6 days? Dang! Where you here from?"

"La Push. It's a reserve just outside Forks in Washington."

"La Push?" he laughs, "Like i want to la push that grumpy ass receptionist off a cliff?"

"Ya like that," she laughs taking a step toward the stairs, "You going up?"

"Ya," he frowns, "I hate the stairs but i guess for once." He follows her up the stairs, "So who are you," he laughs?

"Well that depends. What information do you want, what i go by or my full legal name like the lady back there that has something stuck up her ass?"

Jeff chuckles and replies,"What people call you plus last name."

"Lyssa Q'wati," she replies.

"What?" he laughs. "What origin is that?"

"Quileute descendant. It's the name of our creator and protector. The tribe was started by him," she states.

"Cool, i love those kind of histories, really neat to me. Isn't that the one where it's said you turn into wolves?"

Lyssa's eyes instantly darken and Jeff catches it and quickly adds, "You probably get that all the time and it's an annoying myth, sorry if it's disrespectful, didn't mean it in a bad way."

She laughs cautiously, "Ya, annoying untrue myth..."

"Oh and I'm Jeff Hardy," he states.

"I know that," she laughs.

"Most people here do but ya know, maybe once," he laughs. "So you a new diva?"

"Maybe, meeting with Vince in few minutes."

"You're meeting with him? That means it's a yes, otherwise he wouldn't even bother. So welcome to the WWE!" he exclaims smiling. "We'll have to find Matt so i can introduce you and we can party after. I can introduce you to everybody!" he laughs.

"Woo!" she exclaims, "Sounds cool, and, i get to meet my favorite wrestler since forever," she smiles and laughs.

"And who would that be?"

She flashes a V1 and grins.

Jeff rolls his eyes and replies, "Yep he's gonna love you."

They stop outside the last door in the hall and Jeff pats her shoulder, "Good luck, i have to pick up my new boots but I'll meet you right here after sound good? I want to properly welcome you to the business," he smiles.

"Sounds good," she replies and opens the door and steps into Vince's office.

The room is cream colored with dark brown leather seats, dark brown desk, tan carpet, and a huge picture of Wrestlemania 3 hanging on the side. Behind the desk sits with a small smile on his face.

Lyssa walks over and holds out her hand, "Nice to meet you sir."

"Nice to finally meet you i must say. Take a seat, take a seat," he points to the seat right behind her and she sits down.

"Now Alyssa Q'wati, i spoke with Sam something about you and he seems like he is your manager i presume?"

"Manager?" she scoffs, "That's what he calls himself now?"

"Is he not?" Vince asks, "What does he have to do with you if he isn't? He seems to have an authority over you."

"He's just my pa-," she snaps her mouth closed before saying her secret.

"Your what?" Vince asked interested.

"Um, well, uh. Our descent we have tribe leaders also known pack leaders...he is my main leader."

"Ah, so his word is law, must obey?" Vince chuckles.

"Got that right," she says under her breath, "Ya he likes to tell us all what to do."

"Well you have a background on taking orders and good solid wrestler," he extends a paper toward her. "I would like to offer you a contract to join World Wrestling Entertainment."

She grabs a pen off his desk and quickly signs her name and the date on the contract and hands it back to Vince, "I accept gladly," she smiles.

"Great!" Vince exclaims, "Be ready for the Smackdown taping tomorrow. I would suggest traveling with others on Smackdown to get in the routine. Have you met anyone yet?"

"Jeff Hardy. He said he wanted to introduce me to everybody if i got the contract," she chuckles.

"That is good. And i shall presume that you will be traveling with the Hardys? I'll set up hotels so you 3 are connecting rooms."

"I'm not sure if i-" she's interupted as the door opens slightly and Jeff peeks in.

"Sorry to interrupt, i was just checking to see if Lyssa was still in here," he starts to duck out when Vince says, "Wait a moment Hardy."

Jeff steps back in confused, "Ya sir?"

"Is your brother out there?" Vince asks.

"Ya," Jeff replies.

"Tell him to come in, i think i may have a storyline for him," he says and looks at Lyssa.