A/N: My first ever fic here at , and I'm excited :D I'd love any constructive criticism and reviews are always welcome. Also, I know wrestling is fake, but for the sake of the storyline, lets do what WWE all want us to do and pretend its real XP. This first story is a bit short, but lets see how we go from there. Much like the title, let the flaming begin XP *jk...constructive critique only*

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the WWE wrestlers mentioned in this fanfic :D

"Then, I ducked under her clothesline and put her in a headlock. But this drunk guy in the audience was all like "Y..yo..you know I'd totally t..tap t.. that."

"Eww, that's why I don't like working at sports bars Cassie" my best friend Daizee replied through the phone.

Daizee Haze was always the one that followed the saying "When you break up with someone, your friends will ask if your ok, your best friends will ask him if hes gay." And it has been that way ever since we met at a SHIMMER Women's Wrestling taping when I was doing a cameo appearance. We chatted endlessly and we've ran through every single topic, from wrestling to baby seals. Ever since, we've been keeping in touch with phone calls, which often cost me the majority of my long distance minutes.

"Yeah, tell me about it, unfortunately this is the only place in San Francisco that pays more than minimum wage" I sighed steadying the phone between my shoulder and my cheeks. "And speaking of wages, I gotta go pick up my pay before the boss leaves."

"Alright Cass, call me back soon! Good night."

"Good night, Daiz"

I stowed my phone away into the pocket of my duffel bag, before changing out of my ring attire. The backroom employee area was gloomy and dim. The smell of alcohol lingered in the air accompanied by the scent of burning tobacco. I hastily picked up my bag and left the room, before anymore of the secondhand smoke could pollute my lungs.

I made my way through the crowd of drunks grinding against each other on the dance floor. The loud obnoxious music was intoxicating and distracting any possible thought I had going through my head. I sighed a breathe of relief when I saw my boss, Mr. Riles, at the bar side chatting away enthusiastically to what appeared to be an old friend.

"Mr. Riles, I'm gonna head out, can I have my pay for the night?" I asked intruding on his conversation.

Kurt Riles wasn't exactly an old guy. Mid 30s at best. His messy blonde hair fell loosely on his forehead, as his eyeglasses weighed heavily on his nose. His thick coat and sweatpants usually made him seem no more then average.

"Oh Cassie!" Mr. Riles sat up and reached his back pocket for his wallet. "$75, nice match tonight."

"Thank you, sir" I gave a curt smile and turned to leave.

"Wait Cassie, there's someone that wanted to meet you." Mr. Riles got up from his bar seat, along with his friend. "Cassie, this is Mr. Jim Ross from the WWE."

"Howdy ma'am." Jim immediately offered me a handshake as his cowboy hat tilted to the side. His slight southern accent made him easily recognizable.

To say I was shocked was beyond an understatement. This was more like a being hit by lightning...twice.

"I'm doing great, thank you Sir." I heartily returned his handshake. He could probably tell I was beaming cause I was sure my smile was brighter then the strobe lights in the background.

"I was talking to Kurt here about your work, how long have you been in the industry."

"I started wrestling here when I was 19, so about a good 5 years or so." I gave a proud smile.

"Did you train on your own?"

"Nah, I lived in Chicago before I moved to San Francisco to go to college. Are you familiar with the SHIMMER independent circuit in Chicago."

Jim nodded, SHIMMER was one of the top woman's wrestling promotions to date, no doubt Jim Ross would've heard about it.

"Wow, so you worked with SHIMMER, that's very impressive young lady." I couldn't help but smile, this praise was one of a kind. "Well why don't we get straight down to business."

I gave a rather odd look. My heart began to beat with a lot more force, so much that I could hear the thumping in my head. He couldn't possibly mean...

"The WWE was in town for a RAW taping, and I work as a talent scout."

My heart rate was definitely increasing the thumping sound was getting louder and louder, and I could feel my breathing increase as well. Talent scout...that could only mean...

"We would love for you to do a tryout match tomorrow at the RAW taping.

Yes! A thousand times YES! I swear the thumping in my heart had stopped instantly.

"Yeah, of course I would love to!" My inner self was throwing a party in my brain. Let the happy dancing begin!

"Well here's my phone number if you need it." He pulled out a business card in his jacket pocket and handed it to me. My hands were shaking, no matter how hard I tried to settle it, when I took the card. "We're having our taping at Oracle Arena. I assume you know where that is"

I nodded in affirmative as he continued. San Francisco only had one arena.

"The show usually begins around 7, so arrive early, say around noon, so we can prepare everything we need."

"Will do, sir!" I tried to speak with a steady tone. Believe me I tried!

"Dude, you're going to kick some ass!" Daizee was on a rampage after I told her.

"You certainly have a lot of faith in me today!" I had just gotten off the bus to the arena, while Daizee chatted with me endlessly. It somehow felt therapeutic to the nerves to hear her encouragement."Hey Daze, I'm heading into the arena ok? I doubt I'll have signal so I'll call you back later."

"Love ya, let me know how it goes, I'm holding my breathe!" And with that, I pulled open the doors to be met with a blast of air conditioning.

Jim was right, people were carrying ladders and banners, and running through the arena. Commands were being shouted from supervisors as were eagerly checking things off of their clipboards.

"Young lady, the show hasn't started yet, can you please wait outside."

I quickly turned to face the speaker. It turned out to be a middle aged lady wearing a Dodgers baseball cap and a WWE Employee vest. She towered over my small 5' 6" frame by at least a few inches. She was obviously a supervisor, since her clipboard was loaded with all kinds of paperwork.

"Umm, Mr. Jim Ross told me to meet with him here, but I can't seem to find him. Can you help me out?" I was intimidated by her sudden appearance. My voice was struggling to speak without cracking.

"Jim didn't let me know that we were expecting visitors." I could tell she was beginning to get impatient, her tone was more strict then before.

"He gave me his business card and said I should come to the arena by noon." My quick thinking saved my ass once again. I pulled out the card for her to inspect, and after giving it a very detailed glare, she was sold.

"Jim is probably helping out with setting up for commentary, go through that door and you'll be close to the upper level seating. so just take the stairs down to the ring."

"Thank you ma'am" I took off like a bullet.