so I've noticed as I've read this story that I have spelt Rachel's name as either Rachel or Rachael. I think i'll stick to Rachel though, lol anywho... i haven't updated in ages and I just didn't think that this story was any good but i was bored and i was in a writing mood, so heres two chapters and some more to come! enjoy, and reviews are welcomed :)

"Hello" a pretty young blonde said. I knew I had known that voice from television. I turned around and came face to face with my biggest hero in this wrestling business. Trish Stratus.

"Oh, god Hello!" I shrieked. I heard a small laughter coming from Randy. I socked him in the stomach.

"Ow babe, why'd you have to do that?" I heard him mumble.

I heard Trish laugh a bit too. "You must be Rachel" she said to me, extending her hand out to mine.

"Rachel is my name, it's so very nice to meet you Trish." I said accepting her hand. "I'm a big fan, I hope to have a nice career like yours someday."

"Well from what I've heard from our scouts you're quite the diva."

I was speechless. What would you say to that? "Oh well, I hope I can be a good one."

"I think you'll fit in just fine. And as for your boyfriend?" she asked with a questioning look.

I nodded. "Yes, he's my foolish boyfriend."

"I heard that" Randy mumbled from a seat nearby

"I've also heard good things about his wrestling abilities too" Trish told me.

"Oh good, he's wanted this for so long."

"Well, I think I can guarantee you both, that by the end of this week you guys will have you're careers all settled out."

"Are you Miss Orella?" I heard a faint voice in the room from a small lady.

"Yes, I am." I said walking up to the desk.

"Mr. McMahon will see you now, right through those two doors." she told me, pointing to the doors down the hallway.

"Thank you very much."

"You'll do great baby" Randy told me as he gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"I'll walk with you, I have to be in there anyway." Trish said, walking up next to me.

We walked down the hallway, It seemed like it was a mile long. We reached the door. Trish knocked lightly, and entered. When I entered the room I was taken back by how nice it was. It was filled with high class furniture. A beautifully hand painted family portrait of his family. And of course his huge expensive looking desk sitting smack dab in the middle. Off to the left there was a longer table, obviously for a meeting. There at the end of that meeting table sat Vincent McMahon, to his left was his daughter Stephanie, next to her was Shane.

Vince smiled when we appeared in the room. He stood up and walked over and shook my hand.

"You're a very beautiful young lady, Rachel."

"Thank you Mr. McMahon."

"Oh, call me Vince."

"Ok" I said shyly. I took a seat across from Stephanie, and Trish sat next to me. In a way I felt a lot better being in that office with Trish by my side.

"So, your friends with Mr. Orton?" He asked me suddenly

"Yes, I am. We grew up together, our families are good friends."

"Well, that's good, because this business is lonely at first if you don't have anybody to lean on." I stared at him, dumbfounded what did that mean? Clearly he noticed I was confused. "What I mean is, I want you and Randy both on the brand of RAW. You will train with Trish for a good month and Randy will train with his father. Thank you Rachel, We'll see you in a month."

"Thank you so much Mr. McMahon, this means so much." I said as if he was a teen heart throb and he had just kissed me.

"Please, call me Vince. Thank you Rachel and just send Randy in."

"I sure will, Vince." I said as I walked out the double doors into the waiting room. I saw Randy grouched in a chair with his head in his one hand.

"Randy" I said as I shook him.

"Hey, how'd it go?" he asked while getting up.

All I could do was really smile. "It was good! I'm going to train with Trish for a month and then I'll be on the RAW roster.. With you!"

Total look of shock was written all over his face. "We're going to be together! And on RAW?"

"We sure are baby." I said as I kissed him.