Dammit! That wasn't what I needed.

"How late are you?" I ask her.

"Only a couple days, so hopefully it's nothing." I nod

"Yeah, it probably is." I agreed. We went through the rest of our date with out mentioning her possible pregnancy and my new wrestling career. Tomorrow was Sunday, which meant that Monday was Raw. I wondered if I would be on this Monday or the next one.

"Well, goodbye." I said to her after the date was over and I was heading to my car.

"Goodbye," she repeated and gave me a kiss. "Tell me how it goes tomorrow." I nodded and started my car and went back to my apartment.

I couldn't sleep that night, I was too worry about what Rayne had told me…. What if she was pregnant? That would mean that I was a dad and that I couldn't wrestle. If I had a child, I had always told myself that I would spend as much time as I could with him/her. But, as she said, it could mean nothing because Rayne was stressed right now, she was hoping to get a promotion in her job and there were some other things too and I had been told that that could make a girl 'late'. Eventually my alarm went off and I got up to take a shower and got into my car to where I would meet with Vince McMahon. Once I was in front of the large building that I noticed right then was actually an expensive hotel, I took a breath. I knew that this was what I wanted but how far would I go to make sure that it worked.

"Enter!" McMahon's voice came from inside the room that he was staying in. I walked in and sat down on the chair that was in front of him.

"So, here's how it works." He continued. "I like you and your style, I don't this for many people, but you get to choose your look." I had had an image of what I wanted to look like since I was younger.

"I want my lip pierced, I'm going to bleach my hair and get purple high lights and get contacts that look like a wolves eyes."

"Name?"

"John "The Wolf" Kennedy."

"Kennedy?"

"Ken Anderson is my father, I haven't considered him a dad, but now it's time."

"That fits right into the storyline then… well the storyline next week." I nodded.

"What are you going to wear?"
"Pants that are all black with red that looks like blood." A man came out a few moments later with the kinds of pants that I wanted amazingly they were my size. They also brought out all the stuff that I wanted.

"Dwayne brought your sketchbooks, Williamson." I felt such a large feeling of gratitude, I thought I would start crying.

"No crying in the WWE, Williamson." Vince said, smiling. "Dwayne is a good man." I nodded and he passed me the lines that I would need.
"Be here tomorrow at six in the morning so we can run through everything and then we will drive to the Boston Garden so you can meet the rest of the guys." I nodded.

"Do you want to get some coffee or something?" I asked him. He looked surprised.

"No one's asked me to do that for the longest time… of course." We left and I drove him to the place that me and Rayne were yesterday.

"This is a nice place." McMahon said, trying to make a conversation with me. "What's wrong with you?"

"I was here yesterday with my girlfriend, she might be pregnant." His face fell.

"That must be scary for you."

"It is, like, I want a child but we aren't ready yet. I'm going to be on the road a lot and it will be hard to support us."
"You get paid plenty to be a wrestler."
"Yes, well, if she is pregnant, I'm going to be taking quite a little bit of time off… I want to see my child grow up"

"OH MY GOD! It's Vince McMahon!" Vince swore under his breath and looked over to the person that had said his name.