Chapter Three

Walking down the hallway was like walking to your sentencing. Never knowing what to expect, yet you prepare for the worst. Once standing in front of the large wooden threshold, I raised my fist to the door. Knocking had to be the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. There was a gruff, "Yeah!" from inside. Laying my hand on the handle, I took a deep breath and plunged into the room. I figure the whole situation was like a band-aid, just get it done in one swift motion.

"Mr. McMahon... I..." But before I could get anything else out, he raised a hand to me. I froze. There was a feeling deep down in the pit of my stomach that was telling me this was going to be bad. Like... fired... bad.

"Acelynn... sit, sit." I followed, raising my eyebrows at the situation. Maybe Coach was messing with me. He didn't seem to be in bad mood. Not yet, at least.

"Uh... Mr. McMahon, I'm sorry but I think I should know from the get-go, what's this about?" Tried to seem as lady-like as I could be, crossing my legs and folding my hands in my lap. It was like I was talking to royalty. Only, not so much. WWE royalty... now I was just rambling to myself.

Vince took several moments to sort out some paperwork that was laying around his desk, piled every paper precisely, then placed the stack before me. "Acelynn, I've noticed your work around here..."

"I can explain...see..."

He held up his hand again. This time, he seemed a little agitated that I interrupted him. "Hold on, let me explain. See, I've noticed your work had been quite good, despite the fact that you have yet to get air time. But... your mentality isn't quite up to par with what I expect out of my backstage announcers."

I think tears were welling up in my eyes. I could almost hear Vince McMahon's infamous words echoing through the room. "And what would that be, sir?"

"Take Todd Grisham for example. He's small tempered, and a bit of a pansy." A smirk was making it's way across the left of his face. "You're not that stand-off-ish, are you? I've seen your temper, and I think it's perfect."

"Perfect for...?"

"Let me finish!" He laughed. Now I knew Coach really was just messing with me, and later I was going to mess his pansy man-servant ass up! "But then again... that's what I love about you."

"You like that I keep interrupting you? Oh... sorry."

"Now, here's why I asked you here. Next week J.R.'s going to a funeral, which leaves only Jerry, and I need a replacement for him."

I stood, not realizing I had done so, and leaned forward on his desk. "You want me...me...to do ring comentary?"

"You don't want to?"

"NO! Not what I meant! What I meant was... why?"

"What a more perfect way to get you started without having to introduce our superstars to your short fuse. So what do you say?" Once again, he presented the papers in front of me.

I was about to sign, but I had a second thought. "What happens when J.R. comes back?"

"We'll worry about that later, but don't worry. I don't think you'll serve your purpose behind a camera."

I was convince. "Where do I sign?"

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Cena brought over dinner later that night. It was our usual Monday night ritual, some Peking Chef Chinese and a vintage WWE DVD. Maybe ice cream, too. And alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol.

I was on my third bowl of fried rice, second rum runner, and in the middle of "Hulk Hogan: The Ultimate Anthology", when I couldn't contain my excitement anymore. my food was spilled on the floor as I jumped up and stood in front of the television.

Cena laughed, walked over and picked me up, then carried me to the couch and sat me back down. Taking my glass from me, he smiled, "Sweetie, I think you're done for one night."

"You know what?" I sat as close to him as possible, making sure he was listening to me and not just thinking it was some drunken ramble.

"What?" He was humoring me. I felt slightly offended, but I think that's because I was just a little drunk. (I had a few drinks of my own waiting for him to feed me.)

Grabbing his cheeks, I forced his eyes from the television and to mine. "I'm a ring commentater."

"What?!"

I opened my mouth to tell him the entire story, but his cell phone cut me off. "Goddam it!" I knew who it was, and I hated it. His stupid ass girlfriend was always stealing my thunder. I guess that's the worst part about being the best friend, the girl-friend comes first.

"Ace, just hold on a second. Let me tell her I'll call her back. Okay?"

"Just answer the damn phone. We're taking the same flight tomorrow, right. I'll tell you about it then."

A/N: i've been getting good feedback so far. let's keep that up! and...again...another introductary chapter. now's when my storyline kicks in.

and yes... the fact that Cena's girlfriend keeps calling is going to be important in the future.

luv ya'll! ta for now!

Ruby