Disclaimer: Anyone famous you see or will see in this story, I DO NOT own. Some of them I wish I did but I'm not that lucky. I do own Tiffany and Kyle.

A/N: Here's my new story involving Brock Lesnar. Even though I'm still mad at what happened last week on Smackdown between him and Kurt I'm sure he still a nice guy in person. So on with the story.

Chapter 1

'Man who would have ever thought I'd wind up in the WWE?' I asked myself. 'My brother was always the one people thought would get here. Oh yeah, he did. That's kind of why I'm here.'

Let me introduce myself, I'm Tiffany Lesnar. That's right, I'm the baby sister of 'The Next Big Thing' Brock Lesnar. I just don't think Brock will recognize me after all these years. See when I was 7, my oldest brother Kyle was supposed to be watching me, we were at a little drugstore and he was too interested in reading the newest comic book that was out. I got bored waiting on him, so I decided I was going to go look at the toys. While I was playing with a baby doll, this man walks up and asked me if I would like to have that doll, well being 7 years old I said yes, he then told me to walk up front with him and he'd buy it for me. So I followed him up front, after I made sure Kyle was still busy with his comic book. After the man paid for it, that was when 12 years of total horror began.

So now here I am in New York City to get accustomed to the WWE, and watch my brother beat Chris Benoit for the championship at Wrestlemania XX. There are so many things to know and learn in this company. Stephanie McMahon knows who I really am, but has agreed not to say anything. I'm almost sure she thinks I'm crazy for not running to Brock and let him know I'm okay and alive, but I just can't do that yet.

While I'm walking towards the divas locker rooms, I run into a very hard body. "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying any attention." I apologized to the wall I ran into. "That's okay. You looked kind of distracted anyway." The voice said. I looked up and almost passed out when I realized I just ran into Edge. "Oh my God! You...you're Edge. Now I really feel stupid." I said, as I started backing up. "No need to feel stupid. It's not everyday a pretty young lady runs into me. Just don't let my wife know I said that." He joked. "Wait, aren't you the new diva for Smackdown?" "Yeah, I am. I'm actually supposed to be meeting with Mr. McMahon right now." I said, as I looked at my watch. "Well I'm heading that way, why don't I show you his office...?" He offered, as his voice trailed off, I could tell he was trying to figure out my name. "It's Tiffany." I told him, with a little laugh. "I knew that Tiffany, I was just making sure you were paying attention. My name is Adam by the way." He said, with a laugh of his own. "How is your neck doing?" I asked, knowing a little bit about his surgery. "It's doing okay. Just hard being out of the ring for a year." He answered, as we walked up to Mr. McMahon's office. "Well here you are. Good luck in your meeting Tiff." Adam said, before he walked off. "Thanks Adam." I yelled back at him. 'Let's get this thing started.' I thought, as I knocked on the door.

*Inside office*

"I'm sorry I'm late Mr.McMahon. I kinda got lost on my way here." I said, apologetically. "That's okay Tiffany, and please call me Vince." He said, as we both sat down. "First let me welcome you to the WWE. I think you will make a wonderful addition to our roster. Now, as you know you will be on Smackdown, and we're thinking of teaming you up with Brock Lesnar for a few intergender matches." When Vince mentioned Brocks' name, I knew I needed to say something and quick. "Um Mr...I mean Vince. There is something you should know about." I started, but Vince quickly interrupted me. "I know Tiffany, Steph has already informed me. It will only be for a few matches though." Vince told me, as we both stood up. "Okay, well thank you for this opportunity Vince. You don't know how much this means to me." I said, shaking his hand before I left his office.

"Hey Adam!" I yelled down the hall. "Well my favorite new diva. How did your meeting with Vince go?" He asked, throwing an arm around my shoulder "It went okay actually. I found out that I'm going to have a few tag matches with Brock." I told him, as we walked towards the locker room. "Well how would you like to meet some of the guys right now?" Adam asked me, opening the door to the locker room. "I guess I am, no matter what I say." I mumbled, hoping I wouldn't have to face Brock yet. I was still nervous about seeing my brother again, I think part of me was afraid he'd be mad at me. "Hey guys. I want you to meet our newest diva, Tiffany." Adam said, as he introduced me. "Tiff, I'd like you to meet Kurt Angle, his wife Karen and their daughter Kyra, Rey Mysterio, Chris Benoit, Eddie Guerrero, and John Cena." Adam finished, as I shook hands with all of them. For some reason I was drawn to John, and it took us both a minute to release our hands. "Oh yeah, Tiffany. I'd like you to meet my wife Alanah. Alanah, this is Tiffany our new diva for Smackdown." Adam said, finishing the introductions. "It's nice to meet you Tiffany." Alanah said, shaking my hand. "Nice to meet you too." I answered politely. "Well, if you all will excuse me, I need to get myself familiar with everything here." I announced, as I started to leave. "Wait Tiff, I'll go with you and show you around." John offered. "Great, thanks." I told him, as we started out the door. "That boy has got it bad for her." Kurt said laughing, while the others nodded in agreement.

"So T. Where are you from?" John asked, as we started my tour. " T huh?" "Yeah, if you don't like it, I can call you Tiffany." He said. "No T is fine. Just no one had ever called me that before." I said, with a smile. "Well good, now I feel special." "Well to answer your question, I'm from Texas." I said, leaving out the part that I was born in South Dakota. We kept talking as John introduced me to some other wrestlers and crew people. I did manage to avoid telling him my real last name, when he asked I didn't know what to say, so I told him that it was Stamm. 20 minutes into the "granddaddy of all tours" and John called it, we saw the one person I've spent 12 years to find. "Oh T. Let me introduce you to Brock, since you'll be teaming with him, you all should probably meet." John said, pulling me along behind him. I'm not sure if it was the nervousness of seeing Brock again, or the jolt of electricity I felt when John grabbed my hand, but I thought I would lose my lunch at any time. "Hey Brock." John called, as we walked up behind him. "Hey John. What's up?" Brock asked turning around. For a minute he looked like he had recognized me, but he didn't say anything. "I'd like you to meet our new diva Tiffany, she's going to be teaming with you and Kurt for a couple of matches. Tiffany, this is Brock." John finished. "Nice to meet you Brock." I said, for some reason I felt shy around him. "Likewise." He replied, giving me the same look he did earlier. "Well I hate to make this short, but I need to find Benoit and go over some final details for our match." Brock announced, as he started to leave. "He's down in the locker room." I said, glancing up at him. 'Damn he's really big.' I thought to myself. "Okay thanks." He said with a wave and he left. "Hey Tiffany. Do you want to grab a bite to eat after the show tonight?" John asked. "Sure I guess." "Great. Meet me at the locker room after the main event. I need to go get ready for my match. Will you be okay by yourself?" He asked, looking me in the eye. "Yeah I'll be fine. Good luck in your match." "Thanks. I'll need it." He said, kissing my cheek before he left.