NEW FANFIC! Yeah, yeah it's a story about an OC becoming a diva and hooks up w/ a superstar. But the title is self-explanatory, so meaning this WWE Diva has a part time job ;)

For the record, I wrote this in my journal and I used my name, but the fanfic in my journal sounded so good that I'm just gonna write it the way I wrote it; With my name "Vanessa"

Title: Diva Singer

January 2009, Spice Bar/Night Club

"I'm not perfect, but I keep trying, but that's what I said I would do from the start…"

Vanessa Bridgit James, bar-singer from New York and still living there. Spice Bar in Manhattan is rarely filled with drunken dudes looking for some ass, and blonde whores who are willing to give some.

But tonight, WWE Superstars and Divas fill up the place. This bar is classier, that is why I'm in a red shiny dress and singing "Perfect" by Hedley. The superstars and divas didn't expect this bar not to be crazy as regular bars like the nightclub "Liquid" downtown.

I was a WWE Fan since I was about 13 years old. My brother was watching Wrestling and then I join in. And now I'm a talented singer singing in front of wrestlers from the company I still love.

Adam's POV:

This bar sucks. I can't keep my eyes open. Where's the hot music? Where are the chicks giving their pussies away? The only thing nice about this club is the hot bar-singer, and their beer.

She was wearing a nice red dress, short enough to rip off. Her hair was red with black on the ends and on the roots of her hair. It was short up to her neck but not touching her shoulders, a bit curly. She looked fine to take to my hotel room.

"Hey Adam!" Michelle McCool, wearing gold called for me. "There's a dance floor over there!" she pointed where everyone was. I don't want to leave! I still have my eyes on the redhead chick on the stage.

Finally she was over. Classy claps and some drunken claps were all over my ears. She got off the stage and head over to the bar. Finally, my chance to talk to her…

Vanessa's POV:

I was done for the night. After that song, my shift is finally over and the other bar-singer sings or the bar closes. But possibly the other one will sing.

I hadn't had a chance to talk to anyone from the WWE. I still watch it. So far, my fave is Edge. The day he came to the WWE, He was freakin' hot! I was like what? 14 when he debut?

And then finally, He shows up behind me. "No way! You're Edge!" I blurted trying to embarrass myself freaking over a celeb. But no matter, it's a bar! I'll just say I'm fuckin drunk if he thinks it's uncomfortable.

"Hey, you're a WWE Fan?" He asked with the smile that almost made my body go through a private orgasm. "Yeah, been watching since I was 13!"

"Well I'm glad you know me. Anyway, you wanna drink?" He offered to buy me so I nodded. I can't throw that opportunity away! The love of my life just asks me if he can buy a drink for me!

Let me explain "love of my life". Ever since his debut in the WWF, I've been fangirling about him since! Since his time with Christian, Lita, Vickie (eww), I've been stalking fan sites about him ever since!

Anyway, most WWE fans who are girls feel the same with him or another superstar.

He comes back with a blue margarita. Can he read minds? I was about to get that before he showed up!

"Here's your drink. I didn't know what you want. So I asked the divas what they recommended." He is too dreamy, I didn't listen. He put his hand on mine. "Wanna dance?"

I wake up next morning finding myself on a hotel bed. Where the fuck am I?

The room looks so unrecognizable. My red shiny dress on the floor with my panties, and… then I turn around seeing… EDGE?

"Wake up!" I punch his muscles. He wakes up annoyed. "What?" he said in an annoyed tone. Now I'm annoyed.

"What?" I said in a way that made him feel stupid. "Where the hell am I? Why am I not wearing underwear? And…" He starts laughing. "You did not know what the hell happened last night did you?" He thinks before last night I was a virgin. Bitch, I had sex before!

"I was drunk wasn't I?" I calmed down. He was still laughing. "Yeah, so anyway I gotta leave, you can take your clothes and get out." And then next thing you know I was like bitch, you kicking me out?

"Umm, Excuse me?"

"Yeah, it's not I'm taking you with me right?" Then I glow red. "You just bought me a drink; Get me drunk so you can fuck me right?"

"C'mon it was one night! I bet you did these lots of times!"

"Lots of times? What, you think because I work at a bar, I get drunk and fuck somebody every night? Some stereotype you are!" I get up, bend down (let the dirty minds begin), and grab my dress and left. I know what you're thinking, I left naked. I was putting the dress on before I walked out the door.

What the fuck was that? I thought Edge was cool, talented. Now he's just a fuckin stereotypical jerk! I was a big fan of him and now he treats me like I'm a fuckin hooker! For now on, when I watch wrestling, I'll hate on Edge. On my twitter, on my Facebook, on everything. I know I'm too childish but I'm not planning for revenge. Maybe when I become a WWE Diva someday I'll find him and maybe slap him or something. Even though I'm just a singer, I'll be a diva. And when I do I am gonna make friends, and call out Adam Copeland.

Chapter 2 coming soon!

Vanessa