Chapter Two

Sitting in the Raw diva's locker room was an honor that I had only dreamt about since I was a small girl growing up in Boston. Here I was, after twenty one short years of life. Well, I wasn't exactly where I wanted to be, but it was a start. Being a backstage announcer was still more than I thought that I'd ever accomplish. These girls lived, breathed, and sweat the WWE. I wanted that. I wanted it all.

There was a loud buzzing coming from my jeans. I reached in my pocket and pulled out my phone, reading the message aloud: Interview in five.

Torrie Wilson, who was standing next to me, leaned over my shoulder to read herself. "Good luck, Acelynn." She smiled. Her smile was sweet and genuine, unlike some other prima-divas in the locker room.

I nodded back, giving her my own sincere smile. It wasn't going to be my first interview, I've done them countless times, but I could never get a good shot. I always got stuck interviewing some hot-headed superstar who was full of himself. So much so, that he would mess everything up and the footage would never get to the editing truck. Then there's the other situation. I didn't even want to think about it.

Slipping out of my large hoodie and snug jeans, I changed into the promiscuous clothing of a WWE diva. Which usually defines a mini mini-skirt and a shirt that barely covers anything. The clothing made me a little uncomfortable at first, but if it's what I had to do to rise in the business, so be it.

Luckily, tonight, they gave me something that at least covered my stomach. Something silk. Something clingy.

Pulling at the shirt the entire time, I ran to where they conducted the backstage interviews. I could hear the crowd screaming, chanting... even breathing. It grew increasingly hotter the deeper I got down the hallway until I was just in front of the ramp entrance. There, they had the familiar step-up and the monitor already hanging from the ceiling. Matt, the sound-check guy, handed me a microphone as Jack, the camera guy, got ready. "So who's it this time?" I asked, balancing on the balls of my feet. Swaying back and forth, I held my breath as I saw my interviewee walking down the hall, the most malicious smile perched on his face. It was my worst nightmare.

I threw my microphone on the ground and started stomping in the opposite direction. "No!" I yelled, "Call Todd."

John Cena grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back on the set. It was kind of hard to resist him. "Is that how you treat all your best friends?" He picked up the microphone and handed it to me, mocking me the whole time.

"Shut up! I'm not doing it! Jack...," Jack already had his camera on his shoulder. I turned back to my best friend and bunched my eyebrows in the middle of my head. I thought maybe he would take me seriously if I looked it. "Johnny, I'm not kidding around here. None of my footage has made it to air since I've been here. None! Two-thirds of that was of you...being an idiot..." I was starting to get a headache, but it was probably from my scowled expression.

Cena stood there a moment, then hoisted his WWE Title higher on his shoulder. It was almost like he was saying something. Only it was something he couldn't say out loud. He was glaring at me like my mother used to when I was throwing a hissy-fit, but it didn't phase me. "Please...just this once... please, don't do anything stupid."

The smile still set in place, Cena put his arm around me, towering over my side, and turned towards the camera. Jack began the countdown. "And three...two...one..." He pointed a finger, signaling that it was my turn to do the talking.

I shrugged Cena's arm off my shoulder, took a deep breath, and just said the first thing that came to mind. "Acelynn here with reigning WWE Champion John Cena. Earlier tonight, Jonathan Coachman took it upon himself to make a match between the champ and Umaga... tell us, champ, what are your feelings on this?"

Cena made a face, and looked towards the ceiling. I could feel it coming... "Uh... ehhh..."

"That's it!" I made the cut sign with my hand and handed Cena the microphone. "That's it! You want me to get fired... fine."

"Ace...Ace..." He grabbed my hand and led me back, once again, to the interview set. "I'm sorry, okay. I'll do it right, alright. Come on..."

Against all my judgement, I let him convince me. "Last time." I mumbled.

But before Jack could hoist the camera on his shoulder again, Coach came running down the hall, panting and rambling about something. "Acelynn," He sighed, trying to catch his breath, "Mr. McMahon wants to see you. Now."

"About what?"

"Didn't say, but you better hurry up. He's not in a great mood."

I looked at Cena, who just shrugged back. "Great. I hate you."

"You love me!" He yelled after me.

I walked away, extremely aware that he was watching my skirt sway as I did so. Waving behind my back, I shrugged the discomfort off.

"Chinese later?" He yelled again, patting Coach on the back and watching him stumble.

"You're buying!" I laughed, turning the corner and walking out of earshot. My laugh turned into a nervous chuckle as I walked towards Vince's office. I couldn't help it, but my muscles tensed as I was preparing for the worst.

A/N:

okay, not as good as i thought the last chapter was, but this is just kind of an inroductary chapter.

oh!... i know i mentioned i wanted this to be kind of dark, but i forgot to mention that my OC will be a little mary-sue-ish at some points. i don't intend for that to happen, but sometimes i get too involved with the emotional elements... and well... i'm not saying that's "okay", i'm just warning you.

okay! REVIEW! please...

Ruby