Disclaimer: This is my story. I posted it once before but that was a mess up. I do not own any of the WWE Superstars they are property of themselves and Vince McMahon I wish I did own a few of them. -. I also do not own any rockstars or TV stars in this story. I only own Anya, Carlos, Anya's Aunt and Uncle and any friends of Anya that are not stars. This is only for fun please don't sue. Anything important like translations will be in parenthises.

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Chapter 5

Well the next day we got home from the hospital and I had to pack because I'm leaving earlier to meet Mr. McMahon and set-up a summer contract. Little does everyone know if all goes according to plan I will make the tables turn just a little. After I finished packing normal clothes and clothes I will come out with I started to pack a wrestling bag. It contained sweats, baggy tee-shirts, and wrestling boots that Dad gave me for my birthday. I actually made him a drawn picture of him choke-slamming Edge in the center of the ring. I forgot to mention earlier I am also an artist; I sing and play several instruments. After I finished packing all my stuff I went down stairs to the dinning room for diner. After I ate I said my goodnights and picked Carlos up and put him to sleep. The problem is he won't go to sleep unless I sing him "Prelude 12/31" by A.F.I. weird I know. I kissed his head and went to sleep myself.

Dream

I'm sitting in my room reading when Rick lunges at me out of nowhere and starts beating me up and rapes me. After that it fades to where I'm sitting alone but this time I'm dead hanging from my ceiling fan.

End of dream

I was shaken awake by my Dad seconds later. "Honey what's wrong? You were screaming bloody murder." I was relived to see him. I buried my head into his shoulder and cried myself back to sleep. The next morning I was awaken by my alarm going off and I stepped on something and it went "Oomph". I jumped back and looked down and saw my dad there. "Sorry."

Marks POV

I was sleeping peacefully waiting for the next day. I was awakened from my dreams of flowers, butterflies, and unicorns (A/n: LOL JK; I'm sorry I had to add that. I know I'm evil sue me!) by a harsh scream coming from my daughter's room. I walked quickly to her room and opened her door. There she was screaming, kicking, and crying. I ran to her and woke her up. "Honey what's wrong? You were screaming bloody murder." She buried her head into my shoulder and cried herself back to sleep. I felt obligated to stay with her just incase, so I grabbed a few pillows and blankets and made myself a makeshift bed on the floor. In the morning I was awaken by someone stepping hard on my stomach. "Sorry." "It's okay. You didn't know I was down here."

Anya's POV

After that scenario we got ready and said our tearful goodbyes and left to the airport to go to LA to meet up with Mr. McMahon. The plain ride was long and uneventful. When we arrived at the main headquarters Dad grabbed his things and I grabbed mine. I was dragging about three feet behind and thinking when I ran into someone. "Oh sorry I wasn't paying attention." I looked up and saw I ran into Shawn Michaels. "It's okay. Are you new here?" "Umm you can say that. I'm getting signed by unfortunately Mr. McMahon." "Really, you don't like him? How about you kick things off tonight by joining D-X?" "Sure." "Meet me later by the ticket window. Well discuss our plane there." "Ok." "Anya HURRY UP!" "COMING! Catch you later." "Bye." I ran over to my dad and on my way I ran into yet another person. This time he was bigger and tanner. "Oh sorry." "It's okay." I looked up and saw Batista. "Here let me take those" he took my bags and led me over to my impatient father. "Thanks for helping my klutz of a daughter." "Mark this is your daughter?" "Yeah, David, this is Anya." "Nice to meet you." "Nice to meet you too." My dad and I walked into the McMahon office and was greeted by Vince, Shane, and Stephanie. After the signing I went to the ticket window and was greeted by Shawn and Hunter. We formally introduced each other and I told them my plan. "How about when you two are introducing the match between Undertaker and Orton you say something about The Undertaker have a new slut and well come out but Ill tell them on the way out Ill take care of it and not to help me. I go to punch Shawn but you," I said pointing to Hunter, "you will grab my arms and tare off my baggy shirt revealing a D-X tank-top." "Sounds good. They said at the same time and we departed to go our own ways."