My First official WWE Fan Fic! Please R&R guys and girls. If you do not like it, please tell me why, and if you do end up liking it, please tell me why also!

BTW – You should read my other Fan fic to get a better understanding hopefully.

Chapter One – Getting Through the Basics

I parked my Orange rusted Honda Civic in the car park a few hours before Raw was about to start. I hadn't decided to go in the tour bus like most of the other wrestlers, because I didn't feel like a real wrestler until I had had a few matches under my belt. I grabbed my blue backpack from the trunk and flipped it over my shoulder. Not many other cars were there, so I felt a bit more comfortable walking into the building without much hassle. A few fans had already packed around a large gate around the corner of the building, probably where the bigger stars and the tour bus would go. Most of the fans had Cena, HHH and HBK signs and merchandise. Hopefully my sign would be added to that list before long.

I stepped in through the main door leading into the building and was soon greeted by a security guard.

"Sorry sir, but nobody is aloud past me before six o'clock, or you must have a silver pass." He stood with his arms folded over his huge chest. I pulled out a golden pass with my face and information on it and flashed it in his face.

"You must not no who I am." I smirked. He took the pass out of my hand, looked at it, and then handed it back.

"My apologies sir," He looked a bit embarrassed. He pointed towards a door to the left. "The locker rooms are that way." I thanked him and walked over to the door. It was marked 'crew and members' only. I didn't know if I was either, but walked on in anyway.

Wow! It was massive! It was the backstage. The place where you see the wrestlers talk and sometimes fight on TV. I stood there for a minute, taking it all in. I didn't even notice Val Venis and Tajiri walk past and go into a locker room.

"You lost stranger?" A woman from behind me asked. I turned around to face her. It was Torrie Wilson. Wow! She looks even hotter in real life. I made a quick 360-degree turn to see if she really was talking to me.

"Ah, ye-yeah I am." Man I felt like an idiot. She grabbed the pass around my neck and had a look. Her dog barked.

"Oh you're the one that won Tough Enough huh?" She seemed amused. That was starting to bug me a bit. Only being known as 'the one that won the Tough Enough.'

"Yeah that's me." I replied looking down. I tugged on the straps of my backpack.

"Jason Matthews. Nice name. You going to use it as your ring name?" Oh wow. I haven't even thought about that. I've been so hyped up and in over my head about this experience that I haven't even made up a ring name.

"Ah, yeah I guess." I shrugged my shoulders. She looked down the far end of the backstage and nodded.

"Your locker should be down that way," She pointed to where she was looking. "Mine is here," She pointed over her shoulder to a door labelled 'divas.' I hope mine wasn't labelled 'The one that won Tough Enough.' I thanked her. "See you around, newbie." She laughed and entered her room.

I walked down the backstage, checking out which one of these doors had my name on it. I didn't see him coming and walked straight into Triple H. Big mistake.

"Watch were your going man!" he barked. He wore one of his classy creamish looking suits and was also wearing dark shades. "This suit costs more than your house!" Jokes on him. I don't even own a house. Or even rent one for that matter. I still live with my parents. Well I'm only nineteen. What can a kid do?

"I'm sorry," I mumbled. "I was looking for my locker room."

"Wait," he laughed. "You- You're a wrestler?" He laughed even harder. "I don't believe this. Vince has sunken to an all time low, contracting people like you!" He was still laughing when he walked off. 'What an arse hole' I thought. I continued my search for my room, and stopped in front of a door marked Jason Matthews.

"Wow." I stood there for a good two minutes, taking it all in. I'm actually apart of the WWE. It wasn't till then that it started to sink in. I looked over to the door next to mine and gasped. The door next to mine read John Cena! I couldn't believe it. I was literately less than five metres from my favourite wrestler. I was still in shock when I entered my room. Holy Crap! It was impressive. Not like what you usually see on TV. I'm beginning to think the stuff they show on TV is played in a studio. Two black leather couches sat in the middle of the room in front of a coffee table. A TV that seemed to be a 16' sat in the corner on a stool. There were two lockers and two fold-up chairs sitting in the opposite corner. The ground was made of cement, but there was a huge burgundy rug that filled up most of the space on the floor. Impressive! I threw my backpack onto a couch and turned on the TV. Shortland Street was on. 'Oh great' I thought, and turned it back off. There was a knock on the door, and then a lady appeared. She was wearing a black suit over a black dress.

"Hello." She seemed to be in a happy mood. "I'm Joanna." She stuck her hand out.

"Jason." I shook her hand. "What are you doing in here?"

"Well I came to see if everything was in order," She pulled out a clipboard. "I've come to arrange all of your ring stuff." I stood there looking a bit stupid.

"As in what?"

"Like your ring name, your attire, and your entrance music." 'Oh' I thought. "Well have you got that sorted out?" Joanna asked.

"Well," I began then stopped. "I've figured out what my ring name is, and that's about it. I'm going to use my real name."

"That's nice," She didn't seem to care. 'Snobby tart.' "What about a nick name?"

" Uh," I thought for a while. "How about Kiwi Kid, knowing that I'm originally from New Zealand?"

"Good good. And what about your look and music?"

"Music huh." I remembered that I brought a couple of CD's in my bag and went over to get them. P Money, Simple Plan, Blink 182, and… Spice Girls! What the! How did that get in there? I looked up to see if Joanna had seen it. Luckily she hadn't, so I quickly disposed of it in the trash next to the coffee table.

Not great wrestling music eh. 'What's this?' There was one more CD in my bag that I didn't see before. I pulled it out. It was Scribe, his first album. I guess this will have to do. I searched the back and picked out a song. Not many was my choice.

"Ok I got my music," I tossed her the CD. "Number three." She wrote that down and held onto the CD.

"Ok now for your look." She started to smile. "If you have nothing in mind, we could go down to Greg Fiend's room and he could come up with one. He's really good at that stuff. He's our main guy for doing that sort of stuff." I told her that I didn't have anything so we both went off to Greg's room.

Greg's room had posters of some of the greatest legends scattered about on his wall. There was a computer in the corner, and there was a lot of materiel all about. Joanna introduced us both. He was a tall man in his forties and was built like a tank. He wore stubbies and a black singlet. I hope I wouldn't have to wear something like that.

"So," He grumbled. "How about a headbangers look? We'll shave that hair of yours off and whip a kilt around your waist." I looked at him and he could tell I meant no. "Ok," he said. Who's your favourite wrestler?"

"John Cena I guess."

"Would you want to look similar to him?" I thought about it. I wouldn't mind looking a bit like him. But nothing like identical.

"Well," I began. "I wouldn't mind wearing cargo shorts. And a rugby jersey. Yeah that's the one. And a pair of sneakers." I started to get excited.

"I think we could do that for you kid." Greg laughed. You got that stuff on you?"

"Yeah."

"Then what the hell are you doing here then!" He seemed a little bit astonished. It was a bit stupid of me to come here, waste a bit of his time and decide that I didn't even need his help. I thanked him and left.

"So it's settled then?" Joanna asked.

"Yeah I guess." I replied.

"Good. I'll hold onto this CD and give it to the sound guys so that they can put it on when your time comes." I stopped.

"What?" I seemed a little bit excited but also a bit worried. "Why would they need to hold onto it today? It's not like I'm wrestling today." Joanna laughed.

"Of course you are! You will be facing Shelton Benjamin tonight. You're the third fight." My heart skipped a beat. I was wrestling tonight! I couldn't believe it. We arrived back at my door. She wished me good luck and then left. I looked at my watch. It was twenty to six. Oh wow! Time sure flies. I went into my locker room to go and get ready for my first match ever in the WWE!

Ok yes this was pretty much a slow start, and pretty boring. But I promise that it will get better, and hopefully more exciting! Just Remember that this is only my second WWE fanfic. Like I said before, please flame if you do not like it, and please praise it if you do like it!