Disclaimer: I do not own anybody except for Barbara and Collin. Vince McMahon owns the rest or they own themselves.

Chapter 1 (Barbara's background)

A/N: As of right now the story takes place in September of 2001.

          I was sitting in my make shift office of the Arrowhead Pond Arena trying to get my article on Mark "Undertaker" Callaway done for the December issue of WWF Magazine. But I was having a hard time coming up with anything to write, because my train of thought would always go back to all the great times I had spent with Mark, his brother, Anthony, and my brother, David, growing up in Houston, Texas. Since I could not come up with anything else, I saved my work. I then decided since I had my computer out that I would update my bio on my own website.

          I then went to my website and clicked on my bio and decided to see what might needed to be changed.

          It read as follow and I thought I needed to add only a few things to make it look better.

          Name:  Barbara "Babs" Marie Styles

Age:   28                                B/D: 3/24/73

Eye Color:   Green              Hair Color: Brownish red           

Material Status:  Single                       

Children: 1-Collin James Callaway (3)

Job:   Head Road Editor for WWF and RAW Magazine

                        Head Road Photographer

                        WWFE Board Member (2 yrs.)

Hometown: Houston, TX and Boston, MA

College: Boston University

Degree:  Masters in Journalism

                              Bachelors in Photography

                              Bachelors in Business Management

Family:  Father, James; Brother, David

          After looking at my bio, I added a little bit about how I got to my position in the company without giving to much detail, but while I was writing it I thought back to how I came about in this company.

***(Barbara's thoughts)***

          I was living with my brother, David, my father, James, and my grandma in Houston and it was great to me. I was having so much fun and I would always tag along with my brother and his two friends Anthony and Mark Callaway. I felt nothing could go wrong in my life, but it did. When I was fourteen, my father thought it would be best for me to go live with my grandparents in Boston considering David was away at college, her grandma was not getting any younger, and he would always be on the road for work. So, I was forced to leave all my friends and family behind to live a life my mother once lived.

          When I arrived in Boston, I felt very alone. I did not know that much about my grandparents, because after the death of my mother they never came around that much. The only thing that I did know about them was that they lived a life in a rich society and I would have to get use to it. I would always write letters to my brother and grandma to let them know how I was adapting to my new life. Also I would asked about how everyone else was doing as well especially Mark, considering I took a liking to him right from the beginning, but no one would tell me about him.

          When I started high school, I did not make that many friends. I always kept to myself, either with studying or my writing. My grandparents were glad when I told them my sophomore year that I wanted to attend college and become a photographer and journalist. Since my grades were so good, they were willing to let me enroll in a couple of night courses at the University the following spring. By the time I was ready to graduate from high school, with being five in my class, I had half of my college credits done for my degrees.

          Since I knew that I was not going to leave Boston after high school and I was already enrolled at Boston University, I just decided to finish up and get my degrees there. Well I had to take a business management course for my photography degree, and that is where I met a really nice person. Whom I instantly became friends with. His name was Shane McMahon.

          Shane and me would always windup somewhere on campus talking about our family and friends or other interests we both had, while working on projects for the class that we shared. Well one weekend, Shane asked me to go home with him for a visit to meet his family. At first, I did not know what to think. I knew who his family was and what they did for a living, but did not know if I would get along with them. But after some hard work and determination by Shane, I agreed to go with him.

          When I first got there I felt like I did not belong even though I was from a rich society, but Shane and his family just made me feel like I was one of the family. Shane's sister, Stephanie, and I hit it off right away since we were really close in age. We wound up talking to the wee hours of the morning just talking about my family and other things that we had in common. I even asked Stephanie how she felt about what it felt like living in the wrestling world.

          After that first visit with Shane's family, Shane would always take me with him when he would go home; because he also felt I was part of his family. He would always get a kick out of me and his father, Vince, always arguing about what wrestler would be good at doing one thing and which one would not. I even would tell Vince what a good idea for some of the storylines he had going on at the time and what he could do to improve them to make them better.

          Well one day while listening to Vince and me argue over one of the storylines, Shane said, "Barbara, you should be a creative writer instead of doing journalism. Because I have read some of your short stories and they are awesome. You would actually teach some of dad's writers a lesson or two."

          "Shane, you know my passion will always be in photography and journalism, no matter what anybody tells me about how good my creative writing is." She told him.

            Knock! Knock! Knock! ******