Hey you guys! Well, I can say that I'm officially a big fan of WWE and had the urge to write. So, here is my first wrestling story. Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think…Oh! And I only own Danielle. No. One. Else.

I can do this; I just have to make the call. I've put it off for long enough. Slowly dialing the number into my phone, I grudgingly held it up to my ear.

Ring.

And the anticipation begins.

Ring.

Oh crap. Maybe I should just hang up.

Ring.

No, you can do this.

Ring.

'Hey, this is Marcy, and I'm sorry I can't come to the phone right now-' with that I hung up.

I can't just leave her a message. She'd kill me. What am I going to tell her anyway? 'Hey mom, I got the offer. Who cares if I get hurt? Peace out.' Haha…no. Without time to think of what I could possibly say my phone started to buzz in my hand. Looking down, the dreaded word flashed up on the screen.

Mom

Speak of the devil, right? Pressing the talk button I cautiously held the phone to my ear.

"Hello?" I whispered.

"Sweetheart! I'm sorry I didn't get to the phone in time. I had to help your dad and brother in the garage."

"Oh, that's fine." I said slowly, stalling.

"So, what's up?" she asked, getting straight to the point. I quietly sighed. "Is everything alright?" she questioned after a moment.

"Yeah, everything's fine." I cleared my throat. "I actually have something to tell you-"

"Oh my gosh. You're pregnant!" she squealed. I ran a hand through my hair.

"No mom."

"Oh. Well, what is it then?" You can do this; just spit it out.

"I got the job offer…and I'm taking it." She was quiet. "Mom?" I asked after a minute.

"Listen, not that I'm not happy for you, but maybe you should reconsider."

"Look, I know what I'm getting myself into. I talked to Uncle V. and everything is set. If they see what I can do then, well, I think I have a chance at this. Just one day at the gym or in training. I know I can do this."

"I still don't think it's a good idea-" the phone was taken away from her.

"Listen here, Danielle Merrill. Get out there, and just don't kill yourself. This will be a lot better for you than the job at the office. You're old enough to make this choice." My dad knew it too. I hated my job here.

"Yeah, go for it Dani!" I heard my brother, Drake, yell in the background.

"She'll get hurt." I heard mom say.

"I'll just try not to then." I concluded with a smile.

"You can always say no though." She said, taking back the phone.

"Leave the girl alone." Dad yelled out, and I rolled my eyes.

"Well Mom," I began, looking at where I was. "it's a little late for that."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I'm already at the airport." I said awkwardly.

"What?" I heard her yell.

"Yeah…plane leaves in less than an hour." I kind of grinned.

"Wait, where are you headed?"

"Florida." I've never been there before…hope it'll be worth it. What am I saying? Of course it will be worth it!

"You're leaving the mountains?" she was obviously baffled and I tried not to roll my eyes.

"I sort of have to, Mom." From then on she went off into her own tangent.

"No! I don't want you to get hurt sweetheart. Your job here isn't so bad, right? We can figure something else out."

"Mom." I said boldly. "I want to do this." I heard her sigh.

"Ok." She was defeated…and for once I won the battle.

"Look, I've got to get going soon. Love you guys." I hurried out, trying to end the conversation. See, I really love my family, but I just am not a fan of phone calls. Not with them, or with anyone really.

"Love you too." She ended the call and I silently praised the heavens, putting the phone back into my pocket.

A half an hour later I was checked in and ready to go. My seat on the plane was a window seat, which scared me half to death. Let's say I'm not the biggest fan of heights. Nonetheless I tried to get comfortable and dealt with it. Halfway into the ride I made my way to the restroom to get a break from sitting down. The room was small I just stood in front of the mirror, running a hand through my hair.

In the mirror, I saw familiar hazel eyes, high cheekbones, and light brown hair that went to the middle of my back. Same old same old me. However, I'm no longer going to be able to be same old same old. I'll have to be bigger, greater.

I'll have to be a diva. A WWE diva.

"I'm really doing this." I whispered, and made my way back to my seat.

Well, I suppose that this story does need an intro, so here you go. Hope you enjoyed, and let me know what you think. The next chapter will definitely be more interesting. Much love –Crimsonsky132