Best Friends.

Chapter One: The Blueblood (HHH)

"You've got something we need..." said a humongous man right behind me.

Peering over my shoulder was a seven foot monster. Only in professional wrestling could you witness this. But before I get into The Kliq, I'll introduce myself.

My name is Paul Levesque. To be known on-screen as Hunter Hearst Helmsley in a short few minutes. I'm aware that I don't have the best chance of breaking out as a top caliber superstar in under a year. I'm not McMahon's top guy, and I've coped with it. I am aware however that he sees something in me. The fact he trusted me enough to give me this role is an honor, to be a "heel." This isn't my first rodeo, however. World Championship Wrasslin wasn't too kind, which is why I'm trying out in the WWF. Narcisstic, Egotistic, Non-simplistic Heel. The Connecticut Blueblood, and a stuck up dick. Fits me well. Back to the present.

"I heard you don't drink." said the booming voice of the current WWF Champion Diesel.

It's hard to believe this man is lowering himself to me, he's an icon. The top of the food chain.

"We need someone like you." he added.

I turned around slowly. Tilting my head up, I stared into the eyes of success. There was Kevin Nash. And the more I looked, the less impressive he presented himself.

"We?" I asked in a quivering voice.

I'm 6'5, and sure as he'll not used to this fear.

"Quit the fucking baby act, kid. I know you're a hardass." Kevin boomed again. "You ever heard of the Kliq?"

"Well no, quiet frankly. And I'm not too sure if I want to." I said with my chin up. Suddenly I had confidence.

"Too bad." Kevin responded. "The Kliq is a group of guys who get pushed in this company. We don't take in newbies, but you're our exception. Michael. Sean. Scott. And Me. But we kinda need a designated driver, so we don't fuck up with the boss again."

I can't picture this guy as a little kid. He was probably born at six feet tall with a full grown mustache.

"You want in?" Kevin asked me with a straight face. "You won't regret it."

I looked away for a second. Maybe Hunter Hearst Helmsley could be the WWF Champion. Who knows? I might just be bigger than Hogan. No way, don't sell yourself, Paul. Not now.

"Sure. Why not?" I answered confidently.

I turned my head and saw Razor Ramon walk up towards me. Known off tv as Scott Hall. Just as big as Kevin, in height and popularity.

"Ayo Chico. Do we gotta beat the shit outta this loco before he jobs?" Scott asked Kevin while smirking.

"I don't see a fucking camera, Scotty." Kevin replied. "You don't need to be in character, dumbass.

"Aren't you a sweetheart, chico?" Scott said.

"I said quit the fucking act, bitch." Kevin shouted.

"Ayo, it's addicting." Scott claimed as he turned around and walked up a set of stairs to where he met up with Michael and Sean.

Michael looked high out of his mind, coke or something. The "Showstopper" Shawn Michaels wasn't too family friendly. But his amigos the Kliq seem to love him. I turned to Kevin, and asked:

"When are we goona do something? Or am I just on call."

Kevin looked up at me, and grinned. He told me later on that grin was a result of shock. Surprise that would man up, that I had a pair. "Wait till Vince calls you, I gotta go." Kevin's grin faded and he trotted away to join his fellow Kliq members.

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