On her way to the beauty store, Natisha had better plans. She pulled up to a stoplight and made a U-Turn. She headed for her apartments. The traffic was horrible. It would be though. Many people were just getting off of work.

Finally, after she had reached the apartments that she lived, she jumped out of the car and ran up three flights of stairs to get to her room. She opened the door and slammed it behind her. She ran to the closest mirror she could find.

Natisha stood in front of her body mirror, staring at her figure. She was in nothing but a black bra and matching thong. She was muscular for being as petite as she was. She turned around and glared at the blank wall of her apartment.

"I'm not a parent's girl!" she yelled at no one.

"Yes you are," she heard in the back of her mind.

Natisha shook her head. She walked into her cluttered bathroom. She pushed her way through all the clothes and trash to her cabinets. She opened the also white and blank cabinets and started throwing make-up everywhere until she found a single pair of silver scissors. She put her fingers through the loops and walked back to her mirror.

"If I change my appearance, then they won't recognize me and I'll be able to wrestle," she told herself as she grabbed a chunk of her long red hair and sliced through it with the scissors. She kept hacking and hacking and hacking until she had nothing but a few inches sticking up from the top.

She smiled at her new hairstyle. But she didn't look any different. She still looked like herself. She threw down her scissors and ran back into her bathroom. Again, she threw stuff out, searching for something.

"Yes!" she yelled as she pulled a box of blue hair color out of the cabinets. She laughed as she thought of what she had last used the hair color on. When Jeff has first started to color his hair, it was her that had done it.

She took out the dye, the gloves and the bottle. Then she mixed the color in the bottle of white substances. She shook it up, and then started pouring the dye onto her hair. She rubbed it in all around her head. She took the gloves off and threw them away. She went to her closet next, waiting for her thirty minutes to be up so she could wash out her hair.

She searched through her mini-skirts, tight jeans, and tube topes. She bent down and pulled out boxes. She started rummaging through them. She found what she was looking for. Her old tomboy clothes that she had once wore in high school.

She pulled them all out and tried them on. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was starting to look like a guy. Did she want to do this? She laughed at herself and thought that passing as a guy would be a lot easier for her to do then try to act like a different girl.

She looked up at the clock. It had been twenty-five minutes. Good enough, she thought.

She ran to her sink and turned on the water. She ducked her head under the faucet. It being a lot easier to wash it out since it was so much shorter.

After fully getting all of the dye out, she brought her head up. She ran back to her mirror and looked into it. Blue hair, Baggy Clothes, but one thing was wrong..

She was a 36 C. She sighed, looking at her boobs. What could she do about them? There was no way that she could get plastic surgery. It would cost thousands of dollars that she just didn't have.

She stared at the ground for a few minutes, thinking about what to do. Just then, she had an idea! She started towards her kitchen. She looked through the wooden cabinets. After minutes of searching, she pulled out a roll of plastic wrap.

She walked back to the mirror and lifted up her shirt. She took the plastic wrap and started wrapping it around her chest.

After many times of going around, she tore the end of it and tucked it into the inside. She put her shirt back down and looked at herself in the mirror. It worked! She looked almost like an A Cup. And a baggy shirt could hide that. She laughed at the thought of passing as a guy.

But there was one more problem that she had yet to think of. How would she become a WWE Wrestler? It was a Tuesday night and so Raw had just gotten over with the night before.

She sighed. Hopefully Mr. McMahon would still be in town. She hoped he would. She knew that if she could talk to him, he would for sure give her a chance to prove herself. He would give her a chance, but what about a new person that hadn't even existed until a few minutes before.

She didn't even know what she would call herself. She surely couldn't go by Natisha. What about. Nathan Howard? No, too boring. Nataniel Reeves? Now that was a name. It was unique! It was so her.

She smiled and walked to her chord phone that was hanging on the wall by her bed. She picked it up. She stood there for a few minutes. She didn't even know Vince's cell phone number! How could she get a hold of him? She wasn't even sure if he was still in town or if he was, what hotel he was staying in.

She sighed as she tried to remember Stephanie's number. She had always been a good friend of Stephanie's. Stephanie had been almost just like her. Her parents and siblings not wanting her to wrestle because they wanted her to make something more of herself than that.

After about half an hour of remembering, she dialed Stephanie's number.

"Hello?" answered Stephanie.

"Um, Hi, Steph! This is Natisha Dumas. Amy's little sister?" Natisha said.

"Yeah! I know who you are Nat! No need to explain who you are. So, how are you? What's been going on? I've read some of your articles!" Stephanie filled Natisha's head with questions.

"Thanks. I'm good, just wanting to talk to your dad about.." Natisha paused for a few seconds to think what she would tell Stephanie. "Well, I was going to talk to him about wrestling and I don't know where he is. Do you happen to have a cell phone number that I can reach him at?"

"Ooh. I see, Nat. You still want to become a wrestler? I gave up on that a while ago. Daddy would always complain about me getting hurt. So I took some time off. Started a record business! But anyway, yeah, I have his number!" Stephanie replied. She gave Natisha his number.

"Thanks Steph. I owe you big time. And good luck with your business!" Natisha exclaimed. She hung the phone up the picked it up again.

She punched in the number. It rang a few times before anyone answered.

"Hello?" said a deep voice.

"Hello?" Natisha said. She cleared her throat and made her voice deeper.

"Mr. McMahon?" she asked.

"Yes, who is this and how did you get this number?" he replied.

"My name is Nataniel Reeves and Natisha Dumas gave me your number. She said that you could help me out with a job," Natisha lied.

"Well, son, I'd have to see you wrestle before I can sign any contracts," explained Mr. McMahon. "But if you're good enough for Natisha to suggest you, then I can give you some time. So how about this, tomorrow, you show up at the Real Wrestling Academy. I'll have my choice of an opponent for you and you can show me what you have then, OK?"

"Yes Sir! That would be just great! Thank you Sir!" Natisha exclaimed.

"No Problem. Well, Bye" Mr. McMahon hung up.

Natisha hung up and jumped for joy. She was so excited. She was going to be able to wrestle! But if she were wrestling as someone else, would she really be showing that she wasn't a parent's girl?

Natisha yawned with excitement. She lay down on her bed and closed her eyes. She would have to wake up early in the morning and get ready. She fell asleep with a big grin on her face.

[A/N So how was it? I don't know. I hope you all liked it! It's been a really long time since I've written!! I'm so sorry about that!! But I'll try to write more since I'm really getting into writing now! R/r]