I was driving home from school, happy and scared at the same time. I was happy because I'd just graduated from the University of Miami with a Degree in Sports Medicine, but I'd only had a 2.9 GPA, something I knew my parents would be furious about. According to my parents, I was only aloud to bring home a 3.0 or higher, no matter what. I was scared because they would say that I'd wasted their money. I sighed and got ready to face the music.

I pulled into the driveway and got out of the car, taking my suit cases with me. I'd lived off campus at home with my parents on the weekend to save money, so I hadn't had much in the dorm they'd assigned me, just some clothes. I put my key in the door and walked in, slightly apprehensive.

"Mom, Dad, I'm home!" I called, closing the door behind me.

"Brooklyn, hello dear. Did you clean out that disgusting dormitory of yours?"

"Yes mom, I got all my junk out of the dorm." I smiled. I started to head upstairs to my room to relax, but I'm not that lucky.

"Brooklyn," my dad's voice rang out.

"Yeah dad?"

"Your Transcript?"

I sighed and came back down the stairs and reached into the portfolio I was carrying. I gave my dad my transcript and he went off, just like I thought he would.

"Brooklyn Samantha Kessler, honestly! You graduated from high school with a 3.75 grade point average! You let it drop in college to a damn 2.9? Please, explain why I put up the money for you to go to college? For less than a B average?"

"Dad! Please relax. I had trouble in one of my courses. I'd been failing before; I brought it up to a C plus! You should be proud of me!"

"Proud of you? With these grades the only place you'll work is in that zoo your cousin works in!" my mom spoke up.

"Zoo? Oh my god mom! I can't believe that you'd act like that towards your own family. You disgust me!" I yelled near tears. I ran up to my room and locked the door behind me. I dove on the bed and cried for about an hour and fell asleep.

I woke up and it was dark outside. I wiped my eyes and picked up the Mickey Mouse phone I'd gotten when I was 10 from my favorite cousin. I dialed his cell phone number, I knew it by heart, and waited for him to answer. As I waited, I glanced at the clock: 11:30 pm, he may just be getting off work, or he could even be sleeping, depending on what day it was. I got ready to hang up when a deep voice got on the phone.

"Hello?"

"Davie?" I said, still kind of crying.

"Uh no, he's in the shower right now, who is this?"

"This is his cousin Brooklyn. Could you have him call me the second he comes back in the room?" I choked out.

"Sure, no problem. Wait a second…here he is right now…big man, it's your cousin, I think her name's Brooklyn? Uh, she sounds kind of upset." The guy said.

"Brook?"

"Davie…" was all I could get out before I started to cry again.

"Brookie…calm down. Tell me what's wrong." He said, trying to calm me down in only the way he could.

"I graduated two days ago, and I got my transcript today…"

"What'd you have?"

"2.9."

"That's not bad!"

"Try telling that to Ethan the Enforcer…" I said, laughing a little.

"What did he say?"

"He said that with the grades I got I'm only fit to work in the zoo that you work for."

"WHAT?"

"I know, that was actually what my mom said. I hate living that them…I want to move out and experience more things. I'm 23 years old, and I've only been in two cities in the US: Miami and Washington DC. I want to live my life to the fullest!" I said frustrated.

"I get ya Brooklyn, listen…I'm going to make a few calls, and I'm going to call you tomorrow afternoon: I think I might be able to help you live those dreams out."

"DAVID BAUTISTA, YOU SO ROCK!" I screamed, smiling into the phone.

"I know little girl. Not, I'm going to call you tomorrow around 5, okay?"

"Sure thing. I love you big man."

"I love you too little cuz."

"bye."

"See ya."

I hung up the phone and went into my bathroom. I took a shower and changed into a pair of PJ's. I crawled back into bed and drifted off to sleep.

Dave's POV

"Hey big man, who was that?"

"Randy, that was my little cousin. Her name's Brooklyn, and she's lived a really sheltered life. Her parents pissed her off again, and she called me to talk to. I have to make a call to Vince. O'Neal's about to retire anyway, so we'll need a new trainer.

"She can be a trainer?"

"Yeah, she just graduated a couple of days ago from the University of Miami with a Degree in Sports Medicine." I said, scratching my head.

"That's pretty good…"

"Yeah, she's smart as hell…and her parents are really strict on her. I hate it. They flipped on because she got a 2.9 on her final transcript."

"Damn, they are strict!"

"Yeah, and I have to try and get her out of here before she snaps!" I laughed, dressing as I talked. "Brooklyn is my baby cousin, but she's more like my sister. We were really close until I turned 16 and she was 12 and her dad got transferred from DC to Miami. Then we talked on the phone every week faithfully. I've helped her through problems, and she's helped me through some too."

"She sounds awesome dude. What she look like?"

"Just like a mini me." I said, knowing it'd freak him out. I threw a towel at him and we left to go to the hotel. The next morning, I made some phone calls, and then I called my cousin back.

"Hello?" she said into her cell phone.

"Brookie?"

"Yeah , it's me Davie. What's up?"

"I have some good news and some bad news."

"Well, give me the good news first."

"The good news is, you have a job."

"And the bad?"

"It sticks you with me 200 days a year." I said, anticipating the scream that was coming out of the other end any minute. I wasn't disappointed.

"I get to hang out with my fave cousin for 200 out of 365 days a year! When do I start?"

"Well, you have to be introduced and have an interview with Vince McMahon, but if all goes well, you could be hanging out with us in about a month.

"Well, did you give him my number?"

"Yeah, he's going to call you in about an hour."

"Thanks Dave. I owe you big."

"Yeah, you do, don't you?"

"You know, if you're going to be an ass about it…"

"Now Brooklyn…"

"Yes David?" she said innocently.

"You know what? Call me once you hear from Vince, alright?"

"You got it Davie."

"See ya soon."

"Sooner than you think!" she said. I could almost hear her smiling.

"Bye cousin of mine who I love so much."

"Bye Davie!"

She hung up the phone, and I went to change and I went to the gym to hang out and work out as well.

Brookyn's POV

I hung up with Dave and I went downstairs to the kitchen where my mom was on the phone with some one.

"Mom, I have an announcement."

"What's going on Brooklyn? I don't have much time." She said impatiently.

"I just wanted to tell you I may have found a job."

"How, with your grades? Did you decide to become a school nurse?" she sneered.

"No, mother, I might be a trainer in the WWE, working with Davie." I said coolly, avoiding her eyes and trying not to show her that I wasn't affected by her badmouthing me, even if I was.

"With David? Oh why didn't I see that one coming? I could talk to Dean Winters at U of Miami right now, and try to get you re-enrolled so that we can raise that GPA, hopefully, and get you a real job, not playing nurse to a bunch of Neanderthals."

"Mom, come on, David isn't a Neanderthal…he smart, strong, sweet, funny, he's a father of two, and he's one of the most genuine people I know! Now, if you excuse me, I have a phone call to wait for." I rolled my eyes and went down the hall to the living room to watch TV. I looked at my watch and saw that it was almost 8:00. I turned to Fox and started to watch my favorite show: The OC. I was halfway through the show when my cell phone rang. I turned the TV down and answered my phone after the second ring.

"Hello?"

"Is this Ms. Brooklyn Kessler?" the female voice on the end asked.

"Yes, this is she, may I ask who is speaking?"

"This is Stephanie McMahon. I got your number from Dave Bautista?"

"Yes, that's my cousin. He told me there would be a job opening as a trainer some time soon, and that I'd be great for the job."

"Well, that's what this call is about. I understand that you recently graduated from the University of Miami with a Degree in Sports Medicine. Could you tell me about that?"

"Well Ms. McMahon, I did four years at the U of M, and I graduated with a 2.9 GPA. It was only a 2.9 because one of my classes I got a C+ instead of a B." I said, sensing my mother listening around the corner.

"Well, that's understandable. Tell me, do you enjoy travel?"

"To be perfectly honest ma'am, I've never really been out side of Miami since I was 12, not counting Family Reunions in DC." I said.

"Well, this is definitely the job for you. Now, are you able to deal with all types of people?"

"Do you mean can I stand being around assholes? Excuse the language please."

"Yes, that's exactly what I mean, and don't worry about the lingo, it happens in this business."

"I can put up with it very well. I'm too stubborn to let someone with a bad attitude get to me."

"One last question."

"Okay…"

"When can you start?"

"When do you want me to start!" I smiled. 'I'm getting out of here!' I thought, smiling brightly.

"Well, Raw will be in Atlanta Georgia Monday night, I could have a ticket waiting at Miami International and have Dave pick you up before Raw."

"That could work great, I mean, I only need a few days to tie up lose ends here."

"Well Ms. Kessler, welcome to The WWE!"

"Thank you Mrs. McMahon."

"It's Stephanie, Mrs. McMahon is my mother, and even she makes you call her by her first name."

"Well Stephanie, feel free to call me Brooklyn or Brook, and thank you for the opportunity."

"Thank you for making this telephone interview practically stress-free! It would have been 100 stress free, but my brother is breathing down my neck!" she laughed.

"Thanks again,"

"No problem."

"Good bye."

"See ya!"

I hung up the phone and jumped up and down on the couch ignoring my dad's calls for decorum. I didn't care, my big chance was here, and I wasn't going to waste it, or lose it.

HERE'S CHAPTER 1 OF LET ME BE….LET ME KNOW IF I SHOULD KEEP GOING…I HAVEN'T DECIDED WHO HER LOVE INTREST SHOULD BE YET…SHOULD IT BE RANDY ORTON, SHELTON BENJAMIN, CHRIS JERICHO, OR…MATT HARDY? (I HAVEN'T SEEN HARDY BOY AROUND IN A WHILE…JUST A THOUGHT…) LET ME KNOW YOUR VOTE IN YOUR REVIEW…