A/N Was struck by inspiration that was great enough to raise me from my haitus! I'm not sure when i'll be updating the other stories but I'll get to it. So this is based of the song 'Crew Love' by Drake. Each chapter title is a verse from the song. I sorta edited the lyrics to be PG for this title. I don't need people telling me I'm racist for putting the 'N' word in a title.

Theres a room full I figure. So whatcha following me for?

Her eyes were wide, awestruck and naive. She was on top of the world and nothing could spoil her mood. Not even the sneers from the male roster or the leers she gained from the envious Bella Twins. The girl was just that, a girl, young -

17?- and impossibly small. She reached no higher than five foot two inches, on top of her lack of height she was incredibly scrawny, her stomach was flat, her shoulders angular, the curves of her hip bones stuck out jauntingly. She wasn't diva material-but maybe thats why they didn't recruit her to wrestle the divas.

"Now

Sarah, the contract I wrote up for you doesn't give you any special priviliges." Vincent K. McMahon almost sounded hesitant. "I can't promise your safety. I wanted to inform you of this before you make your decision."

"Nothing can change my mind." The girl smiled confidently. "This is my dream and I don't mind getting some bumps along the way." She giggled slightly before raising her pen to sign the contract, sealing her fate. Vince escorted her out of his office and down the hall to the Superstar lockeroom. When he paused at the door and didn't continue, Sarah hesitated, confused.

"Why are we here?"

"You are registered as a Superstar, not a Diva. I told you no special treatment, or else the others will want to change in the Diva's lockeroom too and I can't have that." Sarah was quiet for a moment. Surprising the older man she reached for the door and confidently strided into the room as if she belonged there.

"Okay." She said simply, her tone cheerily dismissive. Ignoring the looks and shout of protest of the other occupants she began looking through her bag for her ring gear.

"Hey yo Vince!" It was Titus O'Neil who hailed the CEO's attention. "You gonna get this lil' wannabe out of the MEN'S lookeroom?" He stressed the word men's to further exagerate her wrongful presence. Vince felt himself growl at the rookie's tone and language.

"I am your boss, Titus. Not your lackey, and anyways Sarah is registered as a superstar, so she'll use this lockeroom." The McMahon sneered at the younger man. "And if you don't like it then you can change in the showers like the little wuss you are!" Titus was about to retort when he stopped, listening to Sarah's light chuckle. He rounded on her.

"You thinks thats funny, lil' ma? I'll drop you so fast you'll forget you own name and then we'll see whose laughing." Sarah stopped her face still smiling, she glanced at Vince for a moment.

Striking out suddenly-but still smiling- landed a right hook putting enough force behind it to knock him sideways on to the floor. The room was quiet, Vince had been afraid of her temper rearing its ugly maw backstage. Darren Young, Titus's tag team partner, scrambled forward to drag the stunned man out of the way. Sarah smiled at them once more, her smile was sweet almost like an apology, not hysterical like AJ's, then turned to her bag again.

Vince stayed while she changed -turned away of course- and escorted her to make-up. Sarah didn't point out that his constant presence for her safety could be considered 'special treatment' and instead enjoyed her first day at the WWE. It was a wednesday, which meant practice day. All the personnel would wear their ring gear and make-up, and spared and performed moves with partners. The purpose wasn't to make sure their moves were perfect -as they usually were- it was to make sure that, even after a workout, the faces and outfits were still in good condition, giving stylists addequate time to concocted decent alternatives intime for the next show.

Sarah walked out to the arena with Vince, him immediently going to the chairs a ways away to watch. She was left alone, partnerless, she shifted awkwardly for a moment, not sure how to procede. She was then passed by a group of three men, she brightened- They would need a fourth person for their partner.

"Wanna spar?" She said easily, smiling at the group as they paused and considered her.

"Superstars aren't aloud to spar with Divas." Roman rumbled deeply, his voice almost frightenly baraton-esque. Sarah brushed off the way it made her want to shrink away, her confidence undeterred.

"Well I guess it's a good thing I'm not asking Divas then." She joked, at their blank looks she blushed slightly. "I'm not a Diva, I'm a Superstar." They glanced at each other, not sure to take her seriously. The three moved closer together, like they were in a huddle. She caught a few words such as 'ballsy' and 'scam'. Finally she heard Seth whisper out almost pleased.

"Come on, no Diva would even joke about getting in the ring with us." Finally Dean turned to her, she beamed up excitedly.

"Let's go, you and Seth'll go first." With that they marched away, almost uniformed. The group would've look menacing if it wasn't for the young girl practically prancing along a few steps behind them. Her outfit was a gold fitted sweetheart corset style top with deep purple accent ties, exposing some of her flat stomach. Her pants were dark grey jeggings tucked into black combat boots.

There were eight practice rings set up in the arena at the time, 1 was occupied for the Diva another one was being used by the top names and the rest for jobbers and those who haven't had any gold yet. She caught Dean whisper a hurried 'go easy on her' to Seth as they apporached the ring. A quick frown passed on her face before she smiled, she'd prove to them she deserved their all.

The spar start with her making a fake bell ring earning quick, controlled smirks from all the Sheild members. Ding Ding Ding. Seth waited for Sarah to come to him before moving, she made a quick jab at him before spinning into a round house kick to his chest. The bi-colored man flew back, stunned at the force she had used. Quickly throwing a wink at Dean and Roman, the teeny bruenette wasted little time pouncing on her sparring partner. She sat on his chest, knees into his shoulders, hitting him with precise, controlled jabs. Seth managed to push her off, using to much force and sending her sprawling. His face morphed into concern before she landed softly, her hands stopping her from flying any farther and allowing her to quickly cramble forward. He moved to stand but was pushed against the ropes as she speared him.

Seth landed a hard punch to her jaw but Sarah only paused for a moment before bringing her knee into his stomach. He cursed, involuntarily leaning on her for support, suddenly before either could do their next move, she was yanked back causing him to fall forward and stumble to catch himself.

Sheamus and Daniel Bryan were standing across the ring, each with a hand on Sarah's arms, holding to tightly. They were sneering at him, Roman and Dean slid into the ring, helping their friend up. Bryan spoke first.

"This low even for you punks! Picking on a little girl like that!" He spat at them, Sarah's face was tight with anger.

"Yeah! Da lass is lucky we got here before ye' bullies did anythin' worse." Sheamus tried to wrap a comforting arm around her shoulders, she refused, twisting out of their grasps. She rounded on them.

"Who da hell you think ya are?!" Her voice slipping into a ghetto-esque dialect. "I ain't no lil' gurl and don't you lil' mutherfuckers ever forget dat! I am the newest Superstar on da roster and yous bitches better damn be lucky I ain't got da time to kick ya'lls asses all da way up n' down these aisles!' Her face was red to were it looked like she was blushing.

Seamus looked taken back by her language, as did Bryan and the rest of the people who had gathered around in time to see Sarah's temper. Bryan reacted the first and fired back at her.

"You better watch your tone missy, we were saving your little butt."

"Saving?" She sneered at him. "I wasn't in trouble, I was kicking his ass!" Seth chuckled at this. "And don't catch an attitude with me!"

"I'll beat your face down faster than you can spell your own name!" Sheamus was holding him back now, Bryan's face was red.

"Oh yeah?!" It took the entire shield to -barely- hold back the raging girl. "I'll rip your arm out of your socket and laugh as you cry!" Vince was suddenly in between them, shouting.

"Enough! Enough out of both of you!" He was livid, particullarly with Bryan. "Sheamus take Daniel to the lockeroom and calm him down." Sheamus nodded while pulling the raging 'Goat Face' with him. "And you four! Take Sarah to your lockeroom and I'll come talk to her once I'm through with Bryan." The Sheild gently tugged Sarah with them past the spectators, who were whispering about her temper.