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Faye gulped loudly as she stared at the impressive building of the WWE headquarters.

Her feet had began to drum an unknown beat ever since the vehicle that had transported her here from the hotel she had stayed in downtown Stamford, had haltered at the parking lot in front of the huge mirrored building, who's windows reflected the green surroundings. It was a nervous habit of her's, much to the dismay of the driver who was demonstratively giving her an arched eyebrow whenever he looked at her through the rearview mirror.

Which happened a lot she suddenly realized. Creep.

Looming highly of the ground the WWE emblem stared down at her – mockingly, teasingly. Her forehead was leaned against the cold class of the taxi window, her breath making it foggy. She had stayed in this position for quite a while now, still trying to muster up the courage to finally step out of the car and make her way towards her future- and probably making a fool out of herself for not knowing where she actually had to go.

It was not like the internet provided her with information like "if you want to contact Vincent McMahon owner of the WWE himself, please follow this route-"...

Faye had already been pretty jittery enough when she had called the phone number that was attached to the letter she received a few days, mentally preparing to be talking to the boss himself and trying her best not to sound like a giddy, overly exited teenage while doing so. Her mind wasn't really eased when a rather snappish sounding lady with the name Jody Richards picked up the phone, lecturing her about "Mr. McMahon not taking calls himself so she had to talk to her if she wanted something". Actually a bit confused at the 'personal secretary's attitude, she had tried to explain her situation in the most calm and friendly manner she could muster, despite the bored and highly uninterested 'uhuh's she received from the other end of the line.

Then with a sudden "Mr. McMahon would like to meet you in person- how about this Wednesday?" everything happened rather fast, and before she realized it, Faye had agreed to the appointment – which left her to organize a flight to Connecticut, a hotel and everything else that involved this life-changing trip within no more than three days. Of course she had agreed to the appointment, she had the distant feeling that she wouldn't get a chance like this anytime soon again – and it was not like she had anything better to do anyway, officially she was still recovering from her injury...

With a deep intake of air she looked at her wristwatch and sighed again. She still had about 30 minutes left to her appointment with no one else than Vincent Kennedy McMahon himself.

"Lady, you paid me to get you 'ere," the cab driver suddenly piped in lazily before lighting a cigarette "if you want me to stay here even longer, that's going to cost you some more, aye?"

'Fuck. You' Faye thought inwardly, yet did her best to send a halfhearted smile into the direction of the leering man, not feeling like getting into an argument with Ferdinand at this very moment when her mind was revolving around something entirely different. 'You don't even know what's on the line for me right now' she thought with a growl, before she grabbed her bag and stepping out of the car.

With screeching tires the car drove away in a hurry, honking two times before speeding away, leaving her to roll her eyes at his behavior. Suddenly the wind caught her her, leaving her shivering slightly as she began to slowly walk down the path and that not only with anticipation. Flagged with white square stone plates, her heels clanked lovely on the hard floor, the echoing currently being only the sound around her, together with the wind in the tree's and the sounds of the busy street on the other side of the parking space around her. Her recently straightened hair was flying around her, making her regret not to have it put up in a bun before she left her hotel.

While walking towards the big entrance doors she inwardly tried to soothe out the none existing wrinkles in her outfit – another nervous habit of hers. Once she knew that was heading to Stamford, she had went crazy in her apartment in Detroit, finding the right outfit had been hell. She had hated herself for being so very girly at that moment, but she couldn't help herself – she most definitely wanted to leave a good first impression. Due to her career choice she never really had been in a position where she actually had to apply for a real job, like having to endure the whole job interview process and it was obvious that she wasn't in a position like that now – they where offering her a job after all. Yet she could not help to suddenly feel like she was being transported back into her high-school years, remembering how nervous she was when she first asked Mister Giangonetti at the small store not far from her families home, if she could earn some money working for him after her school time...

Different scenario now – same feeling. Just- increased tenfold.

Her outfit hunt ended with her apartment looking like something had exploded inside of it, her brother making fun of her as she expressed her distress to him as they where talking to each other on the phone and her yelling at him, demanding to put Jamie on the phone. Jamie Szantyr was known as Velvet Sky to the TNA fans, her brother's girlfriend and definitely someone Faye would consider being able to give fashion advice. Even though probably not the first person to ask when you'd like to look reputable, that was something Faye realized after their conversation as well.

Nonetheless, Jamie had at least tried ease her mind. But when Faye had looked around her apartment, clothes laying everywhere she had realized one thing- she needed to go shopping – of course. She could almost picture Josh's sarcastic expression as he groaned at her statement.

The result was that she spend almost the entire Monday afternoon in downtown Detroit, running around to buy herself some new clothes while her brother thankfully booked her flight to Connecticut and her hotel. Faye felt good in her recently purchased new clothes, even though they did not look too business-y, but she had realized that she did not want to meet her future boss looking like she was dressed up. Instead she decided to go for a casual, yet presentable combination of light blue, skinny jeans that showed off her slender legs, a loose fitting black shirt that had a nicely stitched round neckline and a soft looking dark blazer that looked professional enough yet did not scream too stuck-up. It where the black 5 Inch buckle high heel boots that made her credit card scream in protest – yet it was for a good cause, so Faye did not really bother this time.

"Hold the door-" a distressed female voice suddenly called out from behind her as she finally made it to the entrance, making her jump slightly as she was pulled out of her thoughts, "-please, can you- hold it open?"

Faye stepped back slightly puzzled, yet immediately answered to the pleading as she noticed that the woman the voice belonged to hurried up towards her, trying to balance a huge cardboard box in her arms.

"Thanks-" the woman replied, her voice muffled behind the box, and Faye smiled slightly as she held the heavy entrance door open, even though she knew that the woman probably could not see it. Her sight must have be pretty narrowed right now, therefore Faye wasn't even able to look into her face – just a mane of nearly black hair flew behind the woman as she hurried inside with a rush, probably feeling her arms giving in to the heavy weight she carried around.

Faye tried to hide her smile as the cardboard box very ungently found it's position on the floor with a loud CLANK, the content protesting loudly.

"Good- lord."

Faye chuckled slightly at the woman's outburst, yet also felt slightly bad for her – evil memories of herself moving into her home in Detroit invaded her mind, lot's and lot's and lot's of boxes that waited for her to be carried inside... The thought alone still made her arms ache in protest.

"Uhm- do- you need any help with that?" she offered slightly unsure after she stepped into the big entrance hall, letting the heavy door fall shut behind her soundly. Her high heels clacked soundly on the blackish gray stone floor before they where muffled as she walked onto the signature red and black carpet and- before she could even help herself, Faye's heartbeat began to quicken again.

Distracted from the woman in front of her, she hasn't even realized that she had stepped into the lion's den already. Or- well, the den before the actual.. den. Faye cringed slightly and one finger began to rub her temple as she looked around. Situations that made her nervous always seemed to slow down her brain, making her usual quick and witty mind feel like it was chained to some very, very heavy weights..

The insides of the building itself was nothing like she had expected it – and yet at the same time it seemed so very typical for the WWE. Faye began to bite her lip absently as her eyes drifted around. Somehow she had assumed that everything would be covered with newspaper articles of the WWE, their superstars, the titles they had won, their achievements and just- well, very cheesily decorated, which she knew was a ridiculous thought but in her mind it somehow worked out. Instead the whole interior was highly modern, like the building was from it's outside already. Sterile almost, no unnecessary accessories standing around, the main colors being black, gray and silver, with highlights in a deep red, like the carpet they currently where standing on. Perfectly illuminated by various lamps and spotlights that where hanging from the high walls, it seemed like some interior designer created the epitome of the perfect interaction of style and technology here.

"Impressive, huh?"

Once again Faye was brought out of her thoughts, her expression turning from thoughtful to sheepish as her eyes found the dark ones of the woman who was smiling broadly at her.

"I-I-" Faye stuttered slightly "I'm sorry, what did you say?" a small blush crept into her palish cheeks as she let her right hand run through her hair. A smile tugged her lips as the still unnamed woman suddenly began to laugh loudly. "I did not mean to be rude or anything it's just that- I'm terribly-"

"Nervous?" the woman cut her off, her dark eyes twinkling in amusement. "Don't worry doll, I've seen the look on your face many, many times before. You would not believe me if I'd tell you how many guys had the jitters standing just right here, all pale-faced, looking nauseous."

The woman waved her hand around carelessly, obviously amused at the memory she recalled, but Faye looked a little puzzled.

"I assume that you're here to apply for a job of some sort?" the equally tall woman continued and Faye absently registered that she must be taller than her, since she wore high-heels, where the other woman wore flats...

She nodded quickly.

"Yes, I guess so."

"Well, at the reception there-" the woman pointed ahead towards the other side of the hall where a stern looking lady was already staring in her direction "Gina will know where to find Hal, he's in charge of the regular employees here, Kevin Dunn is in charge of the Television Production and- oh well, it all depends on where you are heading I guess?"

Faye breathed in deeply before replying, the words still felt strange as they left her mouth-

"Actually, can you tell me how I find the office of Vincent McMahon?"

Silence followed and Faye did not really know what to make out of the fact that the woman's mouth formed a rather stunned ' O '.

"You're a wrestler?" she asked rather surprised.

"Well, uhm- yes?" Faye answered, her brows furrowed in confusion. She usually got reaction like these a lot, but normally when she was somewhere else, surrounded by people who had no clue about the wrestling business and she had to defend her career choice when people told her that "she did not look like she was a wrestler". Well duhh, but how did a female wrestler look like nowadays? It was an incredible wide range from skinny, athletic to well-endowed thanks to plastic surgery and to big and muscular yet it seemed that still a certain cliche pictures existed in the heads of most people.

Yet with standing inside of the WWE headquarters, did she still look like she was misplaced here? The woman's reaction confused her slightly. Well, her body physique was light years away of being similar like those of a Beth Pheonix and also very far from being as big when it came to her breast size as some Diva proudly showed of regions.

Faye wasn't someone who was overly vain when it came to her looks, she had her good and bad days, probably like all the female population, yet she worked out to keep her body trained. She was thankful that she has always been a rather slim person, being into gymnastics ever since she was little, but even herself had to do something for her figure, especially since her job was physically very draining, and doing the flip-flops, jumps, moonsaults, sommersaults and all the different wrestling moves did not come out of no where. Plus it wasn't like SHIMMER recruited woman for their looks, it was the talent that counted, which Faye had the slight feeling that it would be different here.

"Oh, no- don't mind me" the woman said quickly as she noticed Faye's confused expression, waving her hand around with a grin "it's just- I remember that they had signed up another so called 'Diva' a few weeks ago, who was nothing but another model to look pretty."

"Natalie almost freaked out when she heard that," she said more to herself with a smile.

Faye knew that it was an unspoken problem of the WWE at the moment, Diva's who where being pushed despite their obvious lack of talent but apparently looking good enough to get screen time. Yet she did not know whether or not she should be offended if this woman truly thought of her as someone who could not hold her own in the ring. Faye had never even wasted a thought on being a valet for one second in her career – her pride had definitely stood in her way for that...

"I'm Jo by the way," the woman offered her hand for Faye to shake, which she took slowly with a small smile. She seemed nice enough, "well, it's Josefina actually, but I will probably not answer to that name if you'd call me that!" She winked playfully and Faye nodded in understanding.

"I'm Faye,"she introduced herself "which stand's for nothing but-..Faye."

Jo chuckled.

"Well 'nothing but Faye', you really can not miss Vince's office! Just get into the elevator, press the button for the third floor, turn right and you're basically already there, it's behind the glass front! His secretary-"

"Jody?" Faye cut her of unintentionally, recalling the snappish woman from her phone call a few days ago.

"Yes, that's her," Jo nodded, arching her eyebrow in sympathy "she can be a little complicated, just- don't get intimidated by her attitude. She just has to put up with a lot of crap, lot's stressed out people who want god-knows-what from the WWE and occasional fan boys or girls who think that they could get in touch with Vince just like that."

Faye hummed in response, only vaguely able to imagine how stressful the job as Vincent McMahon's secretary would be.

"But, you have an appointment with him, right? That means you have not much to fear anyway!"

"Not much?" Faye raised her eyebrows in question, making Jo grin at the sudden display of her nervousness.

"Well, not much expect for the usual, that being the presence of Mr. McMahon, who can be a little frightening no doubt."

Faye gulped loudly and Jo pattered her on the shoulder good-natured with a teasing smile on her lips. Slowly being guarded away from the entrance and towards the black elevator doors on the right, the Detroit native had to concentrate really hard not to make her legs turn into jelly.

"You sure you don't need help with that..box?" Faye asked meekly, sending Jo a nervous glance as she was being pushed towards her destination.

"No chance bambina," Jo drawled lazily taking a few steps backwards once they had reached the black metallic doors and she had pushed the ' Up ' button "I'm going to let Gina call someone who'll help me with all this stuff."

Faye sighed loud and audibly as the doors opened with a loud DING.

"Well, good luck, break a leg and don't let Vince eat you alive!" Jo said with a wink as she stepped into the red and golden insides, and despite that Faye knew that the words where meant to be reassuring, she could not help but start fidgeting with the hem of her shirt as she pressed the elevator button. A nervous smile formed on her lips watching Jo, who did not even hide the amusement she was obviously feeling at the moment.

"I guess I will see you around then!" the brunette said with a small wave good-bye as the heavy doors closed, which made Faye realized that she did not even know how Jo was connected to the WWE universe. Before she could dwell on the topic even further, the movements of the elevator once again made her painfully aware how loud her heart began to beat in her chest, now that she was on her way to the meeting, that could probably named the most important one she ever had in her life...

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Not even 5 minutes later she found herself sitting in front of Vincent McMahon's office.

Vincent. Fucking. McMahon.

Faye almost wanted to pinch herself to make sure that she was indeed here now. She tried her best to control her rampaging heartbeat, she had a feeling that people could hear the fast and the erratic beating of the organ from a mile away.

Once she had entered the office of Mr. McMahon she was greeting by Jody, who turned out to be a middle aged woman who looked as tough as nails with her prim and proper topknot and silver rimmed glasses. She seemed like she was guarding the entrance to what looked like some sort of lounge next to smaller office room like a watch dog.

Polite like she was Faye had introduced herself formally and Jody had quickly tipped away on her computer keyboard, checking her calendar if she really had an appointment with her boss.

'It's not like we have talked to each other 3 days ago' Faye had wanted to tell her and resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the secretaries questioning look but kept it for herself. No need to make unnecessary enemies already.

She was being guided into the next room and was offered to take a seat on the spacious black leather couch while Jody brought a huge paper stack into the next room that was Vince's own office. And there she sat now, waiting for Vince McMahon, who was sitting right in the room next to her.

Faye shuddered slightly, rubbing her arms quickly to make the forming goosebumps disappear again.

The highly modern interior picked up the style of the whole building, just this time she found many pictures attached on the walls as well, showing various steps in Vince's career and the history of the whole WWE like a time line though the whole room. Before she could take a closer look at them, the door to her left was being pushed open and Jody stepped out.

"Mister McMahon is now waiting for you." she said with a nod into her direction as Faye jumped of the couch as soon as the door was being opened.

"Thank you!" Faye whispered, quickly looking up and down at herself before she breathe in deeply. 'Now or never' she thought as she entered the office of Mr. McMahon.

"Miss Harter," Vincent Kennedy McMahon greeted her with the signature rough voice of his, standing up from his desk walking up to greet her.

"It's an absolute pleasure having you here!" he said with a broad smile on his face and Faye tried her very best not to be star-struck or intimidated by him impressive size. Despite being 60-something years old already he was still build like an ox, looming over her in his size. She tried to shrug away all her thoughts of worry, now it was the time to impress.

"It's an honor for having me, sir!" Faye said with her best 1.000.000 volt smile as she shook his hand.

"A strong handshake," Vince said with a smile, "I like that! Please have a seat!" he said, guiding her towards the chairs in front of his desk.

"Can I offer you something to drink? Water, tea? A scotch?" he said as he sat down, Faye's eye's quickly flying over the desk – decorated with family pictures. 'A family man at heart' she thought with a smile, before quickly responding with a smile and a respectful "No thank you, sir."

"I hope you found your way here without any complications?"

"I did," Faye said with a smile, crossing her right leg over the left "minus the fact that I was a little awestruck when I first arrived, but besides that I had no problems, everyone in Stamford luckily knows where the WWE headquarters are."

"Good, good," he said slowly, before seeming to be fed up with the small-talk, "well Miss Harter, I think I made my intentions and the intentions of the incorporation clear – we want to sign you. There is no doubt about that and no use with talking around it."

Faye swallowed slightly but nodded only as he continued.

"Over the last few months we realized more and more that we have to listen to the fans, at least to a certain level, listen to what they want to see from our business. The Internet fan bases are very much influencing many of our decisions at the moment because – lets be honest, the wrestling business only exist because of the fans, no matter what brand or company."

"I understand," Faye said, still not really daring to ask why they'd want to sign her of all people, but he was probably going to tell her that as well.

"Good- things are going to change around here, we have already set various storylines with our superstars into a different angle than we first planned out to do, mainly because of the reaction the fans had to it and I have to admit, we have probably underestimated the combined power of the internet fan base."

He laughed a little and leaned back into his huge seat. "Now you're probably asking yourself where you will come in, right?"

Faye smiled in response and nodded again. "I am curious, I must admit."

"Curiosity is a good thing Miss Harter," he said, leaning forwards again, letting his big, muscular arms resting on the wooden desk. "you see, one of the things the fans are almost demanding to be a bigger part of the WWE again, are Diva's who can wrestle! There is no doubt that we are having a few very talented young ladies in our roster, that are simply not having enough screen time at the moment or- let me put it differently- serious storylines."

"Name's like Chyna, Trish Status, Sable or Lita are familiar to you?"

Faye nodded again eagerly. Of course they did. Those females once have been the poster girls for the WWE's Woman's division. And that was probably the thing he wanted to get at – they had been the poster girls...

"That is what we want to bring back," Vince continued eagerly, "Women who can shock the fans by putting on a five star match, who aren't afraid of getting in there."

He grew quiet all of a sudden, letting his chin rest on his folded hands, "I am very much away that it is an unspoken rule – TNA Knockouts superior to WWE Divas." he snorted slightly "which is ridiculous when you look at the position of the 'Top Female Wrestler's of all time', they do not have a single one of the TNA girls on it."

Faye squirmed slightly in her seat, not sure how comfortable she was feeling about him running his mouth on the TNA woman's division when she knew a couple of the girls personally. Yet she kept her quiet.

"My daughter Stephanie, who's in charge of the Creative Department, was always very supportive of the Diva's division and I think we have now reached a time to revive the old glory of it. What a better way to start with exactly that by hiring one of the highest celebrated and most promising young woman in the Independent company?" Vince said, again smiling the billion dollar grin of his and Faye felt her cheeks heat up.

"What I am offering you is a guaranteed one-year contract with the WWE and if things move along like I had planned them to do, there is no doubt that the contract is going to be extended!" he said with a broad smile pushing a highly decorated piece of paper towards her, the golden letters forming the word 'contract' almost looked too cheesy to be real. Yet Faye couldn't help but stare down at it in awe. She was very much aware that a one-year-contract for someone who was new at a certain company was a very, very rare thing and most definitely a sign of trust... or desperation. Usually a 3-month-contract was common but hey – she wasn't about to complain about it.

"We have high plans for you Miss Harter – if you are willing to give your absolute best of course! The creative department is currently working hard on fitting storylines that will blow the fans minds away! Details of course will later be revealed – the most important question at the moment is – do you want to become a part of the WWE?"

Faye, who has been quiet the whole time couldn't hold back a huge smile. Despite the doubts she had before, once she actually had entered the building she had been smitten – the more so after she met Vincent McMahon himself.

"I would absolutely love to Mr. McMahon" she said with all honesty, fidgeting slightly in her seat.

"Now that is something I'm loving to hear," he said, laughing merrily "take your time reading though the contract, don't hesitate to ask me anything," he said, handing her a document that consisted- well- a lot of pages.

"Oh and Miss Harter, please call me Vince!"

"Then please call me Faye!" she said with a smile as she took the documents from him. Faye flipped through the many pages of the contract which felt heavy as she held onto it, not hesitating to ask Vince question once she stumbled over something that was unclear to her. She did not know how many minutes they spend discussing everything in regards to traveling, payment, accommodation and he assured her that, whenever she still had questions about anything, he would not hesitate to help her out.

She had once assumed that Vince McMahon would be a very tough and complicated man and not someone as nice as he was to her now. Truth be told, he was maybe only be nice to her because he desperately wanted her to sign the contract but she did not care – she wanted to sign this. With a slightly shaky hand Faye picked up the expensive-looking golden pen and signed her name on the dotted line under the highly decorated piece of paper.

Once finished Vince stood up, clapping his hands eagerly before extending it to her. "Congratulations Faye," he said in a booming voice, "welcome to the WWE!"

Faye could not help but grin giddily suddenly feeling very lightheaded as well.

"We're going to have a staff meeting the day after tomorrow, including meeting up with the writers and the superstars to get them familiar with the new storylines, which will also include yours from now on. If I'm informed right you're still recovering from your injury-"

"But in about two weeks I'm having the green light to get going again!" Faye cut in quickly, fearing that her knee would hold her back now, but Vince just laughed at sudden worried state.

"Eager to get going aren't we? I like that! But don't worry, your injury won't affect you in any way. Your storyline is still in it's development state as well as your new gimmick and you probably have to warm up to your future co-workers as well. Like I said, there will be a staff meeting where I'll be introducing you to everyone of importance, you will get your first scrip to practice the lines and will be cutting your first promo's during the next week – not involving anything in the ring at first. Is there anything else you wish to know?"

Faye shook her head, shifting her weight from one leg onto the other "No, I think it's all clear now, thank you so much for this chance". Vince laughed in response "Thank you for letting us have you... You are free to go now, Miss Harter, Jody will give you more information regarding the further events".

Faye smiled broadly as she left his office, feeling like she was walking on cotton on her way out. She only absently registered what Jody told her, typing in the dates into her blackberry to prevent herself from forgetting them immediately again. Her cheeks ached already from smiling get she did not care.

Regardless of who was watching she skipped the last few meters towards the elevator doing a little victory dance to the goal song of the Detroit Red Wings that somehow had found it's way into her head all of a sudden...

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Next Up: Faye is meeting some WWE stars and her on-screen storyline will be revealed.

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