Author's Note:  You know, everything was going great as I picked the characters, and I was so happy I was like – this is good!  Only 3 people will have to go home sorry!  And then once I picked the characters I hit the refresh button.  Let's just say it was a nasty surprise.  At any rate, please review!

Disclaimer;   The wrestlers are all copyright of the WWE, the characters are property of the reviewers (one is mine!), and you can't use them without permission from them. 

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S.W.A.T

Chapter 1

            Roxie Thompson stepped off of the Greyhound bus and looked around the facility, her golden eyes slowly taking in it all.  Through the barred fences were a large complex and a huge, open grassy area.  Tucking some of her chestnut brown hair behind her ear, she walked to the entrance.  The guard gave her a once-over as she stepped up to enter.

            "Sorry, ma'am, you can't come inside without any I.D," he said, not looking apologetic at all.

            "Look, I'm here to train for one of the new teams," she explained, but he interrupted with a steely, repetitive voice.

            "You can't come inside without any I.D."

            "If you just let me in – "

            "You can NOT come inside without valid I.D!" he paused at her silence.  Roxie was about to respond when someone touched her shoulder.  She whipped around to face another brunette.  The woman behind her had short, curly chestnut hair and startling aqua blue eyes.

            "Hi, I'm Kyrie Mason.  Are you here for the new team?" she asked, tilting her head as she waited for an answer. 

            "Name's Roxie," she responded, and passed a dirty look at the guard as she continued, "I'm here for the new team, yeah, but this idiot won't let me in."

            Kyrie turned to face the guard, "Do you like have a list for the new trainees?  'Cause I'm not going to be late."  The guard was silent.  Roxie looped her fingers through the wire mesh. 

            "This is turning out to be a great day," she commented.  "Do you know how many others are supposed to be coming?"

            "Yeah, there should be four more of us," Kyrie answered.  Roxie nodded slightly, glaring at the guard.

            "Excuse me," the guard said suddenly, "Look, I'm not going to let you in without I.D for the complex.  Either you have it or you don't.  If you don't, you should leave now."

            "Can't you just call up our teacher or whatever you call him?  It said that we should just call him Rock but – " Roxie asked.

            "I can't do that."

            Frustrated, Roxie yelled, "Then what the heck can you do?"  Before he could answer, his gaze was distracted by a dark haired woman who just approached. 

            "Hi, I'm Aimee-Lee," she said, twirling her finger around a strand of silver-highlighted hair, "You guys here for the training?"

            "Yup," Kyrie answered, and jerked her hand in a vague motion to the guard, "He won't let us in."  Aimee-Lee proceeded to try and get them in, but asked much of the same questions they did, and what she asked differently didn't help them any.  As they continued to try and weasel their way in, three more woman approached – 2 brunettes and a raven-haired woman. 

            "Hi, I'm Katrina Evans," the woman with the caramel hair and dark blue eyes. 

            "I'm Caitlin Johnson," added the dark-haired, blue-eyed beauty next to her. 

            The raven-haired woman nodded her head, "Riley Thomas."  The rest exchanged introductions, and Roxie told them their problem.  Riley paused, turned to Aimee-Lee, "Do you still have your I.D. from the boot camp?"

            "Yeah…" Aimee-Lee looked puzzled, "How'd you know I went?"

            Riley shrugged, "My fatal flaw," she responded, "Do you have it with you?"

            "Yeah, but its not going to do us any good, it says the boot camp on it," she replied.  Riley held out her hand.

            "Give it here."  Aimee-Lee obliged, handing over the I.D.  "Do you need this?"  She shook her head no.  The girls looked on as Riley grabbed her set of keys from her pocket and made three thin lines across the bar.  They blinked at it, not understanding what she did.  Riley walked to the gate, and slid the I.D. through the reader.  There was a series of beeps, and then the gate's locks unlocked.  Katrina let out an amazed whistle as she followed Riley through the gate, only to look to another set. 

            "You need an I.D. for each person, and I need to verify that I.D.," the guard announced.  Aimee-Lee passed Riley a sideways glance, but Riley was focusing on the guard as she handed the I.D. over.  "This isn't from – " he was cut off as Riley lifted her elbow, smacking him below the jaw with it.  Caitlin leapt forward and grabbed his left gun as Roxie grabbed his other pistol.  As Riley kneed the guard savagely, Roxie slammed the gun's butt into his neck with a sharp crack.  Roxie and Caitlin emptied each gun as Aimee-Lee grabbed his I.D. and attempted to go through the next gate when a sound froze them all in their tracks.

            The sound of clapping filled the air.  They turned around to face their soon-to-be leader, Colonel Dwayne Johnson, or as he was known as, the Rock.

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A/N:  Wasn't really sure on Rock's name, so sorry if it's not right.  And this is only the first chapter, the chapters will get longer, I promise.  Please review!