Author's Notes: Hardly have I ever read a decent Brock Lesnar Romance fic ( Or any other genre concerning him by the way...) on the 'net or on our Fanfiction.net so..... I decided to try my hand at it. Like usual, if you read and you like and want me to continue, please click on that little button at the bottom of the page marked 'Review' and drop me a line! Enjoy peeps! Disclaimers: I of course do NOT own Brock Lesnar, except on the weekends from 6pm to 9, where he is my part-time love slave ( The Rock is my OTHER part-time love slave, lol ).

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ (Three months ago...)

" Last time on Smack Down ladies and gentlemen, Torrie Wilson and Dawn-Marie went head to head once more in the ring to find out who's the best of the best!" The living room television blared throughout the house, the volume loud enough to where she could hear it from the kitchen while she prepared dinner for herself and for her best friend, Madison. "Fortunately for Torrie fans, Dawn-Marie just wasn't quick enough for her and she got absolutely pounded! Seems as if she might be out of the ring for a couple of monthswith that god-awful injury to her back and neck..." The announcer continued. Back in the kitchen, she muttered to herself while peeling a potato. " Good.' Couldn't stand that chick anymore, good going Torrie."

Stopping to search through the cabinets, taking out a can and pouring out the contents into a hollow steel bowl, she yelled. " Madison! Come over here, your dinner's ready!" Peering out into the hallway at the sound of Madison's small feet coming down the stairs, she smiled. Placing the bowl on the floor, she left Madison in peace to eat. The black labrador didnt hesitate to start chowing down, not even coming up for air until she finished.

With the cooking finished, and her favorite show about to start, she served herself a large helping of mashed potatoes and gravy and sat herself down on the weathered old couch to relax. Madison, seeing this as an opportunity to get scratched, jumped on the high sofa and tip-toed up next to her owner.

" I just got word from Vince McMahon backstage that he wants to hold a contest of some sort, to temporarily replace the now horribly injured Dawn-Marie." The announcer kept on looking down at his paper, perhaps to make sure he was correct. " Yes! Thats right, ladies. Vince McMahon is holding a contest to be a temporary Diva!"

She sat still, swallowed her mouthful and raised an eyebrow. " Imagine that......"

" Now, this is only for promotion and sales etc., ladies, dont panic. You dont have to have any wrestling experience at all. What this is, is a chance for a young lady to fulfill her dream of being a Diva, albeit a WWE Diva, but a Diva nonetheless."The announcer laughed." What Vince would like any interested young women interested to do is to call this number that will be appearing on the screen shortly and give us your name, age, address and a picture of yourself is neccessary to compete......"

Looking to the silent black telephone that sat on the lamp table next to her, she pondered. Should I do it? Why not? Would they actually pick me? Maybe its just a hoax, but on TV?

" What should I do, Madison?" She asked her faithful friend, scratching her behind the ears and got a blank look in response. She frowned, " Yeah , thanks for the advice..."

The black, bold number stood out on the screen in front of her, mesmirizing and freezing her into her seat, not letting her move. " This is the only time that we shall give out this number, ladies. We will NOT be giving out this number after this show, so please do us and yourself a favor. Fulfill your dream and give us a call right now."

That sprung her into action, she didnt even think while picking up the phone and dialing the number. She didnt even know what she was going to do if they picked her, but they wouldnt, she knew. What were the chances of that actually happening?

They picked up on the other end, and she almost had a heartattack, not expecting anyone to actually be picking up. She rattled off her name and all the necessary things they asked for and told them she will send them a picture in the next few days. Saying goodbye, she quietly hung up the phone and stared off into space, amazed that she actually did something in her life that was considered a risk with out thinking.

" On to today's match between Kurt Angle and Eddie Guerrero, Kurt has....." The TV's sound melted into into the background, becoming indistinguishable in the shadow of her thoughts.

Holding a hand to her cheek, she looked around the room in astonishment. 'What did I just do?'

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ( Present Day )

" Keys..... Keys.... Where are my keys?!" She asked herself in a singsong voice as she paraded through her living room, overturning the sofa pillows, not bothering to fix them afterwards. She was ten minutes late, and the way her New York City neighborhood streets congested, she'll never get to work.

" Damn, I left them here last night. I could have sworn it!"

From the hallway, Madison came jogging happily along to her, a pair of keys dangling from her mouth. She half smiled in exasperation and patted her on the head. " Thanks Madi ." With her keys in hand, her purse over her shoulder and saying goodbye to Madison, She nearly ran out the door and was about to slam it when the phone rang.

She hesitated, pounding her fingers on the door in thought. Should I answer it? She shrugged to herself, she was late already, why rush now? Reaching the black phone on the lamp table, she picked it up and hoisted it to her ear, holding it up with her shoulder as she tried to take out the wrinkles in her work blouse.

" y'ello?"

The line on the other end sounded like a mad house. People screaming to each other and chairs being moved across the room was the least of the noise, computers and papers shuffling from behind nearly deafened her.

" Hello!" She asked again louder.

" oh yes, May I speak to a Miss Christina Rose McCullen, please?"

She raised an eyebrow, this didnt sound like anyone from the office or anyone she knew. " Um, yes this is she. Who is this?"

" I am a representative for Vince McMahon from the World Wrestling Federation. Is it safe to presume you entered for the Diva replacement?"

Christina zoned out from the begining, or mostly from the word Vince onward. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts she clenched her hand to keep from shaking. " Um yes, thats correct."

She could feel the man smiling from the other end of the line. " Yes, well Miss McCullen, you have just won the Be a Diva contest."

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The WWE New York headquarters looked huge from far away, and Christina felt dwarfed by the time she stood before the glass doors that marked the entrance to the million dollar corporation. Before she went in, she looked herself over once more before coming in. She liked the way she felt in newly bought clothes, especially ones that made her look and feel beautiful. She didnt know what exactly to wear, a formal suit seemed too dressy for WWE, but once she came face to face with it, she wished he had. The tight black dress pants and shimmery red halter she wore made her look voluptuous and sexier than what she normally wore.

And she was surprised, being the 5'10,blonde haired and hazel eyed girl that she was, Christina was sure they'd pick a shorter, perhaps an exotic type to promote the WWE and its merchandise. ' Oh well, ' She thought, shrugging. ' They picked me and I'm what they wanted. So, here goes.'

But before her hand reached the knob to open, the door burst wide open and the Undertaker nearly run over her. Christina tensed, he was a whole foot taller than her and he looked scarier up close and personal than from a safe distance like on TV.

" Sorry, here you go." He apologized gruffly and held the door open for her. Smiling in embarassment and gratitude, she went in, whispering a thank you.

" No problem."

Inside, walking through the hallway, Christina had to laugh at herself. She just had an encounter with the Undertaker! The man who gave her the creeps since she started watching WWF when she was 15 had opened the door for her! Her smile was plastered on her blushing face all though her route down the hall.

When the hall eventually ended, it opened up to a sort of large foyer or lobby or whatever it was, Christina couldnt put a name to it. Camera Crew and techies were EVERYWHERE, carrying cameras and sound equipment to what she guessed was the storage room leading down through another hallway. She recognized a few wrestlers in a corner talking to script writers, who were sloppily dressed and held worn out notepads in their hands, taking notes.

The back of the lobby lead to a door, simply labeled with an engraved 'Vince McMahon.' Smiling at finding her destination, she marched up to the door and knocked loudly, placing her clenched hands proudly on her hips.

Seconds later, Christina was face to face with the annoyingly annoying Paul Heyman. With the trademark New York Yankees cap on his head and a geeky smile on his face that turned into a sultry lookover once he laid his eyes on her, Heyman sulked slowly in a circle around her, eyes roaming over her body before leaving and getting lost in the sea of techies and camera crews.

She made a face of disgust, he was the only guy that she absolutely hated in the WWE and he had just walked past her. " Did I just get checked out by Paul Heyman?" She seemed to ask herself. She jumped at the voice that popped up in front of her.

" Unfortunately, yes you did. Quite a common problem with the other divas as well." An immaculately dressed and deep-voiced Rock chimed in. He stood next to a shorter Vince McMahon inside the office.

Christina's mouth flopped open at the sight of her long adored idol in front of her. " Uh, hi. I'm Christina McCullen from Queens, New York. Uh.. I'm the Be a Diva contest winner." She shot her hand out for a shake with The Rock, cursing herself for stuttering.

" Oh yes, I've heard much about you. Im, as every good Jambroni knows, The Rock. Also known as...."

" Dwane Johnson." She completed for him, but then blushed at being so blunt so soon. " I'm a big fan of yours."

Dwane, or The Rock smirked crookedly. " I was going to say the People's Champ, but thanks, I'm flattered. Not many fans care enough to find out my name."

" Well, " Vince interrupted, stepping between them and showing Christina into the office. " I'm glad you two guys get along great together, but we have to talk about the contest, shall we? I'm afraid there has been a few complications and changes........"

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Well, thats only the first chapter. I wanted to write this down soon cuz I had this in my head for a couple of days. If you guys want me to continue, then please review. It doesnt take that long, honestly. To those of you who are interested, Find out next time what complications has arisen and see what happens! I will enter Brock Lesnar in here as soon as I can, so please review and check back soon!