I do not own Mickie, Jeff, Ashley or Vince.

I do own Ry

Ry clip-clopped down the hall in her high, black, leather boots. She marvelled at the white, hospital like, walls of the arena. As she found Mr McMahons office she pulled out a hair tie and strung her long blonde hair into a messy bun. It looked more business like when it was out of her face. Nervous about, facing McMahon she took a few deep breaths then raised her black-gloved arm to knock. As her rough knuckles fell upon the wood the door burst open. A furious Jeff Hardy barged out. As his large body bumped passed Ry he stopped. His anger partially subsided but his face remained red.

J- "Oh, ah, sorry"

That was all he said, then he began to walk away. McMahon stuck his head out from behind the door and yelled to him.

MrM- "You better show up"

He threatened. Jeff grumbled back.

J- "Whatever old man"

The 'old man' comment made Ry giggle, but she immediately stopped when Mr McMahon turned to her. His face was red like Hardy's and his nostrils flared like a wild pig. It kinda reminded her of home. Those feral pigs that her dad had always warned her about. 'be careful of those ones Ry, they can do more harm than you think' he had said. They had been out camping in search of some lost cattle that night. She cringed remembering that her father had not returned from that long ride. Ry shook the old ghost from her head as Mr McMahon welcomed her into the office.

Their conversation was mainly based on business. Though it was evident that McMahon was not in a good mood after Hardy. He would insult her yet continue the conversation as though nothing had happened. Multiple times whilst discussing her contract he made cracks on her Australian heritage. Then came the final blow. Vince explained that the best gimmick available for her would be to become the new 'aussie' Diva. Ry didn't like it. She would have to embody the typical stereotypes that Americans had of Aussies. Of course she would dress like a bumpkin. Torn dirty jeans and old flano tops, a farmer, a ditsy little farm girl. That's how she would be displayed to the public, this is how she would represent her country, in a mini skirt and an akubra.

She slammed the door behind her as she left the office. She knew she would not be able to stand for her gimmick for very long, but her family needed the money. And she was the only one who could provide it. She headed straight for the locker rooms. One of the crewmen had shown her where they were earlier. Getting closer to showtime, it was full of superstars now. One of the rooms was full of females the other of males. She shyly crept into the female room. Choosing an empty locker she threw in her bag and turned to another Diva. Ashley looked at her meanly and pointed to Mickie James saying 'ask her'.

So Ry did. And she soon realised that Mickie was a friendly Diva and that others were not to be messed with. Mickie took her into the wardrobe department where Rystine was dressed in a denim mini-skirt and a small, but tight flannelet shirt. And of course she was given some dusty brown boots and a leather akubra. As Mickie met her in the make up department, her friend looked thoroughly entertained. She scoffed as she took a seat beside her friend and the make up girls swooped on her. They too were entertained by Ry's unique style. At first applying a soft coat, then washing it all off, and reapplying a darker coat. As the make up artist, Mickie called Sara, began to cover her eyes with heavy, black, shadow, Mickie jumped off her chair. Ry heard the door open and Mickie giggled like a little girl. Ry felt a pat on the shoulder as Mickie ran out.

Mickie- "Our match is soon so don't be too long hun, oh hey you do know where the entrance is?"

Ry- "Umm-

Jeff- "It's ok. I'll take her"

It was the man from before and he sat down in the chair next to her.

He slumped back on his chair and gave her a cute little smile. He offered his hand and introduced himself, then turned forward and let the make up staff work their magic. Ry got up once she was done and waited for him. She knew her own way to the entrance but still wanted to walk with him. After Jeff had also been dolled up they walked together to the entrance curtain.

Jeff- "So your names Rye. Like the grain?"

Ry sighed and rolled her eyes. She was not named after a grain and was getting sick of people assuming that she was an outback girl from down under. Just like so many assumed that all australians really did have kangaroo's in their backyards.

Ry- "No I'm not a grain. It's Ry, without the e."

Jeff- "Oh sorry"

He hung his head realising how dumb the comment must have sounded and the two walked in silence for a bit. Eventually Jeff worked up the courage to ask yet another question.

Jeff- "So you're from Australia right?"

She nodded, waiting for another weird comment.

Jeff- "So what's your home like?"

Ry- "It's nothing at all like people think. It's not some barn house, next to the pig pens. It's quite beautiful really."

Her mind wandered thinking about her home, her childhood and her family.

Ry- "In winter, every morning, you would wake up to this gorgeous mist that lights up with the sunset. And endless green hills that when you get over them it seems like another one has sprouted right in front of you again. And the house is old, but still so stunning in its refusal to give in to time. Like a mansion that nobody really recognises is a mansion."

She stopped realising that she had overpowered the conversation and must be boring Jeff. But he hung off every word. In fact he wanted her to go on.

Jeff- "Ry if your home is so beautiful then why are you here?"

She sighed, wondering if anyone in the rest of the world actually knew what was really going on. If they even cared.

Ry- "It's not beautiful anymore. It's all dying. The grass that made the hills green is dead. The ground is dry and cracked. Or paddocks are littered with dead animals and our pastures won't grow. We haven't had decent rain in over 10 years. My family are struggling to live off the land. So I came here. This is my talent and I have to use it to ensure that my family won't have to sell our land."

Jeff- "You're a good person Ry. And I'm glad you're here. You'll find this place isn't too bad. Now that you've got friends and all."

He winked at Mickie as he left Ry at the entrance. Mickie giggled like a school girl once more, the questioned the small smile on Ry's face.

Mickie- "Careful Ry I think I see a smile"

Ry- "He's just a good guy, that's all"

Mickie- "Missy I really don't think that is all"

Ry- "What do you mean?"

Mickie- "I mean I saw a spark, that flew from his eyes, to your body."

Ry- "Since when are you poetic?"

Mickie- "Since I saw young love"

She emphasised the 'young love' by faking to be flustered and leaning on Ry. Ry playfully pushed her off, as the crewman started counting them down and cueing Mickies music.

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