Disclaimer: I don't own anyone associated with the WWE. I only own Jenna and Riley and any other character that may show up that you don't recognize.

Chapter 1

I had just got back to my apartment from the gym, when I heard my phone ringing. 'Damn it. Don't hang up.' I silently prayed. I finally got the door unlocked, as I opened the door, threw my bag down on the floor, and made a last minute dive for my phone. "Hello." I said, out of breath.

"Hello. May I speak with Jennifer Taylor please?" A mans voice had said.

"This is her." I replied, confused as to who this was calling me.

"Jennifer, this is Jim Ross from World Wrestling Entertainment. I was calling to inform you that one of our talent agents will be down at OVW tomorrow, and he will be bring with him a contract for you to join us here in WWE." Jim said, while I was trying to keep from screaming in his ear.

"Okay. Thank you so much Mr. Ross." I said, before hanging up. Once I hung up, I think I had awakened the dead with all my screaming.

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Two weeks later, I was getting ready to leave for the airport to meet up with the WWE in Green Bay for Raw. I'm going over my papers sitting in my suitcase making sure I have everything I need. When I got my security pass in the mail last week, I noticed on my itinerary that I would be flying to Stamford on Tuesday to do some promotional pictures, so I needed to make sure I had enough outfits. What I didn't know was, who they were pairing me up with. As I was walking out the door, my cell phone started ringing. "Ello." I said, trying to hold the phone between my ear and shoulder while I locked up my apartment.

"Jenna?" The voice of my best friend questioned.

"Hey Riley. What's up girl?" I asked, putting my gym bag over my shoulder and dragging my suitcase down the stairs.

"Not much. Just thought I'd call you and wish you luck tonight." Riley answered, as I had just made it to my car and threw the luggage in.

"Thanks Riles. I can't believe my dreams are finally coming true." I replied, as I drove my car out of the complex.

"Well believe it sweetie, you more than deserve it. Listen, I'm going to let you go so you can get to the airport in one piece." Riley said, with a slight laugh.

"Okay, I'll call you tonight after the show." I told her, before we said bye and hung up.

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By the time my flight finally landed in Green Bay, I was more than aggravated and the lady behind the rental car desk wasn't helping me any. "Look mam, I have 30 minutes to get to the Resch Center and because I'm underage, you're telling me I can't rent a car." I practically yelled.

"I'm sorry, but it's company policy that we don't rent cars to anyone under 21." The woman told me.

"Look lady! I'm supposed to meet Vince McMahon in 25 minutes now, and you could possibly get me fired before I even get to start." I said, almost in tears.

"Excuse me miss." I heard a voice from behind me say. When I turned around, I almost had to pick my jaw up off the floor. Standing there behind me was none other than Dave Batista and Ric Flair.

"Hey sweetheart. We couldn't help overhearing your dilemma, and we'd like to offer our assistance." Ric said, looking me in the eye.

"I'd appreciate that, thanks. I'm Jennifer Taylor, but you can call me Jenn or Jenna." I replied, extending my hand.

"It's nice to meet you Jenna, I'm Ric Flair." Ric said, shaking my hand.

"I'm Dave Batista. It's a pleasure to meet you." Dave said, before shaking my hand as well.

"Well darling. Let's head on over to the arena. I'll call Vince from the car and let him know you are on your way." Ric said, as we headed to their rental.

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About 15 minutes later, I arrived at the arena with a few minutes to spare. "Thank you both so much for helping me. I'm sure I'd still be at the airport arguing with that lady." I told them sincerely.

"Well it was our pleasure Jenn." Dave said, as we stopped in front of Vinces office.

"Good luck in there Jenna." Ric said, giving me a small hug before he and Dave walked away.

'Well this is it.' I thought as I knocked on the door. When I heard a faint 'come in'. I opened the door and was greeted by Stephanie McMahon-Levesque, and immediately felt some of my nervousness leave.

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As we neared the end of our meeting, Vince looked at me and said. "I know you are probably wondering who you're being teamed with. The reason you haven't found out before today is, we weren't too sure where you would be. I can now tell you, you will be the first female member of Evolution, however they don't know you're joining them. Tonight you will have a match against Trish Stratus and you will lose by DQ, but you will impress Evolution and have caught the eye of Randy Orton and become his on-screen girlfriend." Vince had informed me. Somehow, I knew when he said I'd be joining Evolution, I'd be paired up with that jerk.

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I'm sure there are plenty of women out there that would love to be in my position right now. I mean I'm happy to be working beside the rest of Evolution, but since before Randy left OVW to come work here in the WWE, we couldn't stand each other. He, at least to me anyway, has always been this cocky macho asshole, with an 'I can do no wrong' attitude. I'm not taking away his wrestling credibility, cause he can definitely wrestle, and alot of the other students would give him a hard time because of who his father and grandfather are, saying he didn't deserve to be there and he was only there cause of his last name. Maybe that's why he gained the attitude he acquired and no doubt still has. After walking around for what seemed like forever, I ran into Dave as he was coming out of the cafeteria.

"Hey Jenn. How did your meeting with Vince go?" He asked, giving me a hug.

"Well you are looking at the first female member of Evolution." I said, with a small smile.

"That's great. Stephanie said something about us adding a new diva to the group. Come on, I'll introduce you to Paul and Randy." Dave said, practically dragging me down the hallway.

'Guess I can't get away with avoiding ego man for another hour.' I thought, as I followed Dave to the locker room.

© Amanda 2004