The hallway was completely bland, just like the rest of the place. There were quite a few women and men that I would be getting the numbers of. That I was completely sure of no matter what. I smiled at how I would take them out on a date. I had planned the entire thing out in my mind, placing every event and every conversation. I was a king in the dating world. I had even had straight guys dating me at one time. About three at one time was my maximum limit. After three, it just got too damn confusing. You would have to remember their names and everything, and if you called them the wrong name they got suspicious and then you would have to make a ridiculous story about your ex-fiancee, who never actually existed, dying in a car crash or something. You miss that person so dearly that you accidentally called them that name, lost in thought. Then that boyfriend or girlfriend would start crying, apologizing for assuming anything else. That was around the time I would usually put on my sad face and go, 'It's Okay', even though there was no reason to be sad in the first place. Those times were such fun, I had almost forgetten how fun those times were. I was stuck to random one night stands, but man those times were fun. It always did heighten my stress level, which I didn't like to do.

"Cody, why are you going to the women's bathroom?" asked an old yet naturally angry voice. I sighed and looked up at the sign. Yes, I was going in the women's bathroom. My hand was already pushing it open, well halfways. I turned around to see a shorter-than-me mix of Linda and Vince Mcmahon. God, I hated their offspring. Stephanie was okay, but god damn Shane was annoying. He was like a housewife. He wore sweaters, mostly in spring colors, and talked on the phone with the women around his neighborhood. No, he wasn't hooking up with them, like a smart man would have done. He was on neighborhood watch. Oh, how exciting his life was. I rather be the whore I am now than live that life. That life just sucks.

I turned to Shane with the fakest smile I could put on, which was pretty convincing, and said, "Oh, I wasn't paying attention."

I heard him mutter, "Go figure." That made me want to kick him in the balls, but I didn't. My thoughts went back to the sexy receptionist. I gave a more convincing smile, avoiding Shane's face, which scared me. He rose an eyebrow, but dismissed the weird happiness that had overcome me out of the random air. He just went in his office, probably to ejaculate to Martha Stewart or something. That's just my thoughts on what he did. You don't have to agree with me, but there is my opinion on the entire thing.

I looked around and finally saw a door that said 'Vince Mcmahon' on it. I put on my shades and went in the room. Vince was talking to some guy, who had on jeans ripped at the knees, a t-shirt, with a business jacket over that. He had sunglasses over his eyes. He looked like a regular Joe, even though that wasn't his name. It might have been, for I really didn't know. Overall, he was a hot guy. I hope he wasn't fat under those clothes. That would suck. Then again I had a girlfriend that weighed 315 pounds one time, and that was a fun relationship.

"Mr. Mcmahon." I said, getting confused when I saw the guy freeze and his hands turned pale instantly. I tried to ignore it, but the poor guy looked like he was scared of me. Maybe if I sat next to him, he would calm down or something. I strode over to the armchair beside his and sat down. His frame locked up and Vince must have noticed because he asked, "You okay?"

"Yeah." was all the dude said. Vince smiled at me. "Hey Cody, haven't seen you in ages. How's life been?"
"Okay I guess."
"Good, good. Okay, well I'm going to get straight down to business. I'm putting you boys in training a little, just to get used to WWE set up. Then, we already have your first storyline set up. Cody will go in the business first and get a few tag matches in with Hardcore Holly." Vince coughed loudly and then turned to the other guy, "Then you come in and start gloating, leading the audience to believe you and a random partner you choose will beat Cody and Holly for the championships. Turns out, Cody betrays Holly for you and you guys take home the championship. Sound good?"

Both of us nodded, except my nod was a bit more relaxed than the guy's nod beside me was. What had I done to make him so nervous? I didn't know myself. It confused me terribly, and I was kind of thinking about asking him about it. But how weird would that be? Just go up to a random guy I didn't know and say, "Hey, just wondering what the fuck your problem was with me?" Yeah, that would definitely work. Let's just mark out that suggestion. Vince continued to blab about our contracts and how the rules were so important. The other dude might have been listening, but I sure as hell wasn't. I had been in this business since I was a baby, and that old bag of balls thinks I didn't know a thing about the business? Asshole. I should show him a thing or two about the business. But why do that? The old man is going to roll over and die sooner or later. Then Mr. Mom will probably take it over, or Big Boobs Mcgee with the baby blue eyes that burned your soul. Just what the company needed. Triple H already had enough credit. He didn't need to run the damn company. The company already had a bunch of jerks running it, why add?

It seemed like hours before the old guy shut his piehole, and the hot guy stood up and shook Mr. Mcmahon's hand, walking out of the room like I hadn't even existed. No hi? I mean I could understand not liking someone. Hell, I didn't like a lot of people, but he was just plain rude. At least I pretended to like someone, at least for a little while. Giving them no notice at all was a complete downer, one that I didn't need. I nodded at Mr. Mcmahon and sped out of the room, catching up with him. I grabbed his shoulder and spun him around.

"Dude are you sure you're okay?" I asked, trying to be concerned. He looked uncomfortable and annoyed.
"Fine." he said as he turned around to his original direction and sped off. I raised my eyebrow, taking the 'being blown off' feeling not so well. No one has ever treated me like this. Why was he? That didn't make sense. I scratched my head, trying my damnest to think about a solution. I couldn't find one in the bunch. I kept walking until I saw the hot receptionist, who smiled and gave me her number. I took it and smiled back, liking the distraction.

That night I decided to give into distraction. I called her and she came over, in a very short skirt and a high cleavage showing tanktop. Her makeup was heavy and her hair was wild and long. They all looked the same. I needed this though. I needed to get the random guy out of my mind.

Things moved very swiftly, her making herself comfortable on the couch within the first hour. She beckoned me to sit by her, which of course I did, and she looked at me. That guy was still in my mind, so to get a haze to blow it away I pressed my lips against hers. She responded very well, grabbing my neck and letting her other hand play with my short hair. Then, suddenly I felt something weird. I opened my eyes for a minute and he was kissing me. I freaked out and jumped off the couch, staring at him with wild eyes. I shook my head and looked back again. My original date was there staring at me, obviously confused. I scratched my head, not sure how to answer. Then, it automatically came to me.
"Sorry there were just alot of sparks." I said, scratching the back of my head for the body language test. She smiled and pushed me back on the couch, getting on top of me and then we started making out again.

That asshole still hadn't left my mind alone. I had only spoken to him for a god damn minute! Why was he getting to me like this? It makes no sense! I growled, which she apparently took for a moan or something, splitting my dress shirt open. I kind of felt sad for a second, being that we already got this far and it hadn't even been 2 hours yet. Everything was so physical. But, I always responded to it. Shame on me.

Before I knew it, I looked to the left and our clothes were in a pile. I was in a complete daze, hearing her moan a few times. I had no idea what was going on, but we weren't in the livingroom anymore. We were on a bed. Oh, she was on me. Oh, okay, I get what's going on.

Even if I did have a chick on top of me, she might as well be going at it with herself, for all the attention I gave her. I couldn't get him out of my head. Then I thought about it, and he seemed familiar. Maybe that was why I was so obsessed with him. I knew him from somewhere. But who was he? What did he have against me?

I heard loud moaning and then a plop next to me with heavy breathing. I ignored it and continued thinking. Who was he?