Prologue:

Larkin could hear the ruckus crowd from backstage. She couldn't believe what she was about to do. Or who the hell she was going to face. Of course the two rehearsed every single day for the past two weeks, they knew this would happen for the past month, she had taken a harsh hit last week...but now it was time. Millions of people would be watching nation and worldwide on this iPPV. This match would literally break or make her into a legendary superstar. Was this too much for the teenager?

Not in the slighest bit. Wrestling wasn't just a sport. It was everything to her since she was a kid. It was a hobby, past time, job, saving grace...wrestling was her entire life. And it had been that way ever since she was cuddled up to her father on the couch watching Monday Night RAW. Or watching her uncle win his first ever championship while she was in the stands. Wrestling was a huge part of her life, and now actually living it out for herself these past couple of years was unreal. She couldn't believe she had a fangroup, she couldn't believe people knew her by her ring name, she couldn't believe people asked her for her autograph and know every single thing about her...

And in the non-creepiest of ways.

Larkin looked at the clock. 16 more minutes. She was nervous. She felt like she was going to throw up. She paced the backstage area messing with her shaggy hair thinking. She was an average wrestler, not too bad. She was definitely different. She didn't portray the same old sexy diva gimmick nor the gothic emo rocker chick. She portrayed...herself. She didn't want to be the next anybody. She wanted someone to say "I wanna BE the next Larkin Brooks". Thats probably why people liked her. She had spunk. She had charisma. She was brash and honest. She never held back in her promos or her wrestling ability. She had incredible strength for a woman her age, thanks to her former bodybuilder of an uncle. She had a thick body with muscles here and there. She wasn't perfect physique wise, but she would be damned if she wasnt good. She left all her hard work out in that ring and that should be all that mattered right? Thats what she wanted to do for the rest of her life.

Just wrestle.

Or wrestle until she couldn't anymore.

"TEN MINUTES COLEMAN." cried out Danny from the production crew as he watched as the current match ended.

Coleman.

Lee Coleman.

That was Larkin's alter ego in the ring. Well not even, that was her out there in the ring only as a dude. Thats what made her gimmick pop from others; she didn't wrestle as a female wrestler. Oh no, she wanted the gold. She wanted what the guys had. So she wrestled disguised as a man. Of course majority of everybody knew the Mulan-esque gimmick she was going for and knew she was a chick in real life, but there were still a handful of people who thought she was a legit dude. Because of this gimmick, she was taken seriously as a competitor. Which in a way was sad. But she didn't care at the moment, as long as she had a chance she took it. She's wrestled in CZW and Dragon Gate USA and several other indy promotions. Everyone was intrigued by this cross-dresser apparently.

People started huddling around the gorilla position backstage. Larkin's eyes widened. Oh shit. HE WAS HERE. And that meant...she looked behind her to see the previous competitors coming from their match. Larkin could barely speak as she was being ushered into position. They had a two minute commercial break. Larkin started jumping up and down and throwing some light punches in the air. She made sure her beanie cap was secured on her head after she hastily put it on, and she couldn't wait to take off this fake stubble she glued on after the match. She was nervous. She felt a heavy hand on her shoulder and turned around to see her competitor right behind her. The two had what felt like a stare off for a while until he smiled and winked at her. She loosened up and gave him a thumbs up.

She was in for one HELL of a ride.