Flashback

Everything was going really well. I was learning a lot from Catherine, the guys there were actually all very nice. I was shocked! We were making tapes one day, recording our matches. We drew names out of a hat as to who we would wrestle. I chose Scott's.

I was extremely happy. I didn't want to show it though, they might think I'm nuts. But I finally got a good excuse to touch him. Bwahahahaha! So, we recorded that match, it was really awesome. Scott was a good worker, and let me call most of the match.

After a few weeks from sending the tape off I got a call. I actually wasn't expecting one. But I did, from Jim Ross. He said he'd like for me to come to the WWE headquarters one day and have a little interview. I agreed that I'd be there the next Saturday at 2:00.

That week just dragged on and on and on!! I decided I'd leave Friday night though because I didn't want to be late. I'd just get a hotel room and all that. And I had to go shopping before so that I could have something nice to wear other than what I'd been wearing to the school.

I left Friday after lunch, with Scott. He'd been growing on me, and I guess I had too. He wanted to be around me. I was thrilled, that man was drop dead gorgeous. So yeah, I left after lunch and drove up to the WWE Headquarters. I found a hotel near there and stayed there that night. I got up early the next morning to get some better clothes other than sweat pants and sweat shirts.

I decided on these black dress pants and this gray turtleneck sweater with black specks in it. Bleck! I hate dressing up, have I mentioned that yet? And I really hate turtlenecks. Oh well, it was cold up there and I had to look good. So I went back to my hotel room, took a shower, and got dressed. It was 1:00 then, so I decided I'd go to my favorite fast food place of them all, McDonalds!

I got a cheeseburger and fries and ate it on the way to the headquarters. I wanted to be early, but not too early. I went inside at 1:45 and met Jim Ross in the lobby. He was very kind and shook my hand. We then went up to an office. He asked me the basic questions like, 'How long have you been wrestling?' 'Why do you think you deserve this?' Stuff like that. I answered every question honestly and from my heart. I wanted them to want me for me.

Jim Ross left for a moment and then came back with Dr. Tom Prichard. He asked me a few other questions and reviewed the ones I'd already answered. Then, the best thing in the world happened to me. Jim Ross said they'd love to have me on the roster. I think my jaw dropped to the floor. He said my contract would be in the mail soon. I shook their hands again and left.

I got to my car, and screamed. I could not believe this, I was hired! I immediately busted out my cell phone and called Maria. I screamed, I think she thought I was being murdered. I told her, she screamed with me. It was great! A big scream festival! We had good reason too, we had WWE contracts.

I drove all the way home that night. I don't think anything could have stopped me. I didn't stop once, and I didn't need to. I wasn't tired, or hungry, and I don't think I had to go to the bathroom. I got home and just ran. Ran and ran and ran, all the way around town. I had so much energy. It was so late, but I ran.

I got the contract in the mail a few days later. I didn't read it, I just signed it. Then I read it, and I didn't regret signing. I would have to be a fool to regret that. I sent it right back that day. I sent that so it'd get there the next day.

And it did. I got the phone call from Jim Ross that evening. He said they would work on an angle to set me up with but at the mean time to continue at Catherine's. I went back to Alabama and told everyone what was going on.

Everyone was really happy, sad to see me go, but hey who wouldn't be? Haha! We had a party, it was tons of fun. I think Scott was the saddest to see me go. I was sad too…I'd miss lookin' at his body. We still write and talk on the phone all the time, so it's all good.

I left Alabama and went to Texas. I'd always wanted to live in Texas. I rented a small apartment in Dallas. I did all of this in two days. The next day was RAW, and it was going to be in San Antonio. Maria was already on the active roster and had a match that night. She stopped by my apartment that night and we went to the arena together.

That was one of the best choices I made in my career. I showed up and I saw Jim Ross right as I was walking in the door. He greeted me and told me he was glad I had shown up. He had forgotten to call me. Imagine that. It was alright though. My debut that night was going to be me walking through the halls and I'd spot Maria getting ready for her match. I'd run up and hug her like we were long lost friends. And then Gail Kim was supposed to come up behind us. And she said some rude comments.

The next week was my in ring debut. It was Maria and I against Gail Kim and Molly Holly. Maria had wrestled Molly last week and Gail came to interrupt the match. I came to save the day. Maria and I won the match, it was great!

Here it comes…actually here he comes. Triple H and the same little crew man. The crew man said we were on next. OH JOY!

"Don't screw this up, Katy! Don't ruin this for the fans. Just because you can't act that doesn't mean anything." I wanted to slap the taste out of his mouth right then in there. Where was Maria when I needed her to kick Triple H's butt?

"I can act a lot better than you…Hunter." Ha! He hated it when people called him that off camera. Yes, I was grinning evilly at him.

"Then prove it." Wait a minute, was this moron challenging MOI?

"Are you challenging me?"

"I could be," he was! He was challenging me!

"Alright then, BUCKO!"

The crew man said we had one minute. I lay down on the black leather couch and he sat in a chair next to me. I had to look out of it, so I just closed my eyes so that I could get in the mode.

I heard Maria walk behind the camera people. How do I know it was her, you might ask? Because you could tell by the way she stomped in and growled at that airhead. The next thing I heard was the camera guy say, "Go!"

I fluttered my eyes opened, aww how cute, not! I tried to sit up, but I just kind of lay back down, selling my injury from earlier. I felt that disgusting animal touch my head…eww make it stop!! I think I said, 'Where am I?' or maybe I said, 'Who are you?' I don't remember, I was just focusing on getting this over with. I don't remember what that idiot said. I think he said, 'You're in my locker room, you were knocked out in your match. I took you to the trainers, but they told me nothing was wrong, you were just knocked out. So I brought you back here until you woke up. Are you alright?' wow what a cornball!

'Yeah, thanks. What happened?'

'You were in a match against Victoria. Don't you remember?'

'Not really…'

'You were celebrating and then Batista came in and was about to bomb you, but I came in and hit him with a chair. He dropped you a little too hard and it knocked you out.'

Yeah sure, make yourself sound all big and strong. What a loser.

'Oh, well thank you.'

Here it comes I thought to myself. Well anyways, I got up and I tried to make my way to the door, yes I wanted out! And then I just started falling. He came and caught me, and we landed in a…awkward position you might say. The rest is history, we kissed. Yuck. It wasn't a "Ding! Another round of tonsil hockey! Lets see what you had for lunch" kind of kiss…it was, I don't know. It was nasty. Because after the camera guy said, "Cut!" I was out of there. I shoved that idiot off me and ran to the bathroom, where I finally threw up. Oh thank you Rocky!!! I could throw up at last!

Maria came in and held my hair back, how nice. We were walking back out, talking about how disgusting that was when who walks along? That's right, The Rock.

He walked over to us, yes over to us. Not like he was going to the bathroom, but to us!!

"Hey ladies, Katy I just saw what happened on the TV. in my locker room. That was good, not many people can act like that. I know how much you hate Paul. I just wanted to say that was great."

"Wow, thank you. You know, earlier today, I-uh..I, well you know, I – I didn't exactly mean what I said when I said that I liked him as much as I wanted you to die. I was just trying to prove a point because well…"

"Yeah I know, it's fine, I didn't think anything of it. You two have a nice night, brush well." And he left…whew. That was the first time I finally got a full conversation out! I think I was drifting off 'cause Maria started shaking me. I couldn't help it, The People's butt was walking away, and I had to stare.

"Earth to Katy!! Is anybody home?"

He turned the corner, and like somebody snapped their fingers I was back on planet earth.

"Yup, sorry. That is one fine, fine man."

"I beg to differ. Because do you see the man over THERE?" I followed her finger over to Shawn Michaels.

"That's all fine and dandy Maria, but in my eyes, The Rock takes the cake…or pie I should say?"

"You are the sickest freak Katy! Ya know that?"

"Sure as diddly do, Larz!" Larz, yes that was her nickname. Ever since Heavyweights. Only one of the greatest movies, EVER! And well…that's just Maria and Katy lingo for ya. Get used to it, or stop reading! Nah, I'm kidding, keep reading, really. It only gets better from here.

So, after the show we left. Maria and I got a hotel. We always stayed together and just split the cost, it was cheaper. We usually stayed in a room where they had two twin beds, but sometimes if we felt adventurous we'd get two full beds! Yes, two beds, for you sick perverts out there.

We got up the next morning and flew out to New York for some house shows. We were in New York all that week, doing house shows all over the state. Then Monday night rolled around. Yay! Another night with me having to be in a romance angle with Triple H. Sure, in the house shows I had to valet him to the ring, but that was it. It wasn't a live show where everything counts. I also had to share a room with that baboon. Ah well, just part of the job. And I get to see The Rock again, that's always a plus. But wait, here he comes, the same crew man. What, was he assigned to my storyline? This could only be bad, bad news.