Disclaimer: I only own Angelica

Author's Note: This is the most random thing I have ever written. I was just sitting behind my computer reading some fics when the idea came to me and the fic I was reading, honestly had nothing to do with this idea. The first chapter is short, just kind of there to help you get a feel of the Angelica character. Read and Review to let me know your thoughts on this. Enjoy!

I'm not a bad person; honestly I'm not. I didn't mean to break up Stephanie McMahon-Levesque and Triple H's marriage up but damn it! I wanted a WWE contract and I sure as hell got it. But come on, do you really think that those two were going to last? Oh, you did? Well I guess you never underestimated me, Angelica Leigh Scott.

You remember the show Rugrats that was on Nickelodeon some time ago? Well you remember the little girl that was named Angelica? I'm probably exactly like her but in an adult form. I get what I want and I don't care if I have to take it to get it. Too bad, Paul didn't get custody of his two kids; he's a really great father. Oh and it's also a shame that his career is basically being flushed down the toilet.

I honestly feel bad that his career isn't what it used to be, I guess sleeping with the boss' daughter didn't get him anywhere. It probably would have if it wasn't for me. None of those other ring rats or whatever it is that people call us, would have thought of what I did and let me tell you, it took brains to do what I did. Triple H is now looked down upon instead of looked up to. That wasn't my intention either; I never meant for his career to spiral downwards but I did what I had to do.

Blackmail is wrong too but let's see what you would do if you were in my shoes. If you had the chance to sleep with one of the WWE's top superstars and one that had leverage backstage, would you? Most of you would probably say no but you must not have come up with the plan that I did. I slept with him to get my WWE contract. After one round, he didn't want anything to do with me but I had went through his cell phone when he was sleeping and wrote down Stephanie's, Linda's, Shane's, and Vince's phone numbers just so that I knew that I would get my contract. I held that over him until he took me to the board of directors and had them play one of my developmental tapes. I'm not like Kelly Kelly or Maria; I can wrestle but I went a different way on getting my contract.

Now you're probably wondering how the hell Stephanie even found out about Tripsy sleeping with little ole me; well I planted a pair of my thongs in Triple H's bags one night because he was sick of having to look at me backstage and being reminded of what he had done so he was going to get Vince to fire me. No, he didn't directly tell me this; I have ears all around the place. So while Ole' Tripsy was in the ring in a match, I slipped my thong into his suitcase, where I knew Stephanie would find it. How would she know they were mine? They said my name on the front and there is only one Angelica in the WWE so she put two and two together.

I should probably tell you the whole story, just so you understand what my previous life was like and maybe you would be a bit more understanding. So here it goes…

See? Very Short!