The opening Bell

Davy Ward growled and snarled as he paced around the locker-room. He didn't know why he was so unhappy, he was living what he thought was his dream! From the time he was a teenager he wanted to be a professional wrestler. He remembered watching wrestling, how addicted he was to it, how much he loved everything about it. For the past several years of his life he devoted himself to the actual art/sport of professional wrestling. He worked out like a maniac, spending hours doing all kinds of different exercises to gain and maintain the strength, size, stamina, speed and agility to be a pro wrestler. By the time he was 19 he had built himself into the 260 pounds of lean muscle that he needed to be taken seriously in the WWE. Then after a long argument with his parents he used the money that had been saved for his college to go to Wrestling School. While most wrestlers start traveling the indy circuit after being trained the first time, Davy was devoted to improving his craft, and bounced around the country for years, enrolling in different wrestling schools and graduating from them closer and closer to his dream. When he was twenty-four WWE signed him to a developmental contract. After a year and a half In Florida being retrained and having his work double checked, he was brought up to the Monday Night Raw roster where he would wrestle in full stadiums, make real money and be on national Television. He had been on the televised roster for over a year. He'd amassed somewhat of a fan following for his boyish good looks, great technical acumen and devotion to his craft. He had finally made it, and that he was finally somewhat secure in his position in the top wrestling company in the world, he felt empty. He didn't know why he wasn't happy, he'd already had a respectable Reign with the Intercontinental title, and Vince McMahon had told Davy that he was on the fast track for main event status. Davy knew he should be ecstatic. He loved his job, he couldn't imagine himself as anything else, but for some reason it wasn't enough for him anymore. Why wasn't he happy? Davy slammed his locker "I Don't Understand!" He yelled to the room.

"Don't understand What?" came a gruff southern voice. Davy turned around and saw who it was. It was a huge bearded pale man dressed in biker gear, a leather jacket, a Harley Davidson T-Shirt, and well worn dirty jeans, the legendary Undertaker. Undertaker had been a main eventer throughout the era of Hogan, the Era of Austin and the Era of John Cena. To wrestling fans he was a hero and an icon, a surefire future hall of Famer who'll be remembered as one of the best big men in the business. To the younger wrestlers in the WWE, he was the Boss. 'Taker was the locker-room leader, everyone bowed down to his experience. "Come on boy, if your going to be slamming your locker in confusion, you can at least tell me why?" 'Taker asked.

Davy sat down on a folding chair and apologized, "Taker I didn't mean to bother you."

"Don't worry about it kid, I was just relaxing, my match isn't for another hour and a half, and my opponent and I have it pretty much figured out." Taker grinned. "Now what don't you understand?" Taker pulled up a folding chair and parked down next to Davy. It was obvious that he wasn't going anywhere.

After a deep breath Davy replied "I'm not happy Taker. I'm sorry but for the past couple of months I just don't feel happy. I love my job, I enjoy being a wrestler, but when I'm not in the ring I'm just not happy."

Taker laughed "Kid, since you've been a wrestler, what else have you done for yourself?" Davy looked up and saw into 'Taker's eyes, they were warm and wise.

"What do you mean?" Davy asked. "I've put money into a retirement fund, I've bought a nice house."

"You have a woman?" Taker asked, "any hobbies, or do you just wrestle, wait for creative to tell you what to do next, do it and then just mope around the house waiting for the next thing you can do for the company?"

A hearty sigh escaped Davy's lips. "The Wrestling and waiting one." Davy admitted "but when I'm on company time I'm happy."

"So you let your job define you?" Taker asked.

"I guess so" replied Davy. "You think that's why I'm so unhappy?" Taker nodded. "What should I do?" Davy asked.

"you have any friends?" Taker asked.

"Of Course I have friends sir." Davy smiled. "Evan and I trained together. I'm pretty close to Jack. I keep in touch with some of the guys I worked with in the Indys. And if it's not assuming too much I consider you somewhat of a friend right now."

Undertaker stroked his beard. "How much time do you actually spend with your friends when your not on company time?" he asked inquisitively.

Davy threw his hands up in exasperation "Yes. Okay Taker you've got me! I don't have a personal life, I've devoted myself wholly to the WWE and don't know what else to do with my time! I've accomplished the main thing I want to do with my life, and now I don't know what else to do with it!" Davy then buried his face in his hands "GOD!"

Undertaker rolled his eyes at Davy's little fit, he'd seen much worse. In fact compared to some of the cases of 'Roid Rage, drunken tantrums, and drug induced insanity that Undertaker had to talk some guys out of, Davy's little fit was so minor it was almost cute. "Relax kid. I've seen this with a lot of guys. And not just wrestlers. You're not at peace, you've accomplished what you wanted, but your not sure what to do now. So you just putter around, it's not healthy."

"What do you think I should do?" Davy asked the Veteran.

Taker smiled and slapped Davy on the back "Honestly I think you need to start doing more, go have fun. Get out of your shell, make friends. Go out and get a drink with the boys. Get some hobbies. Find yourself a girl. In fact…" Taker pointed towards the water fountain, and a beautiful young woman who was drinking from it. "You see that girl right there?" Davy looked up and saw her. The girl was a toned tanned brunette bombshell, she looked like she was in amazing shape and was dressed in sweatpants and an official WWE Shawn Michaels sweatshirt. "Vince called her up from Developmental. She's a wrestler like us!" Undertaker explained.

Davy couldn't help but laugh "alright I'll ask her out."

With a smile Taker pushed the young man out of his chair and towards the girl. He strutted towards her trying his hardest to look cool. He took a deep breath and introduced himself. "Hey I'm Davy Ward." He grinned while extending his hand.

The girl put her hand into his. "Oh hey. I'm Sarah. I'm the newest Diva on Raw." She chimed with exuberance.

"I know. Undertaker told me." Davy responded. "So do you have your first match tonight?"

"YepI'm tagging with Mickie James later." Answered Sarah.

"Really?" Davy replied with a grin. "Against who?"

Cheerfully Sarah answered, "Katie Lea and Beth Phoenix. Oh god I'm so nervous. We all talked about the spots we would do and how the match would work, but I've never worked with anyone in that ring before."
"Don't worry I've tagged with Mickie once and wrestled Beth in an intergender match." Davy replied.

"Any advice?" Sarah asked.

"Sure" Davy answered. "What's your finisher?"

Sarah proudly replied "A cobra clutch bulldog. I just call it the Sarah Smash!"

Davy pondered for a minute, then he snapped his fingers with a perfect finish to the match. "My advice would be to put the cobra clutch on Beth first to show that you know how to use submission moves, then have her power out and you play face in peril. After the crowd needs and gets the Hot tag, Let Mickie clean house. But before she can hit her DDT, let Katie Lea interfere. Then you run in, you and Mickie handle both of them and then you hit your finisher on Beth."

"That could work." Sarah chirped. "So Davy what are you doing tonight?" she asked flipping her hair.

Davy casually flexed his arms and stretched them behind his head. "I'm going over William Regal." Davy then put his hand to his chin. "You know I could use a Diva to help make sure Layla doesn't help him screw me over." He casually stated.

Sarah giggled. "Are you asking me to be your valet?"

With a huge smile, Davy calmly replied "Yes I am."

"Sure. I think that we can do that." Said Sarah. She checked her watch "Oh god I'm sorry but my match is coming up next. I got to go!"

"No Problem. I'll go ask Vince about putting you into my match." Davy replied.

Sarah waved at Davy as she walked away.

Davy went to the main backstage area, where most of the roster was hanging around. some were scattered around holding conversations, a couple were doing bodyweight exercises like push ups and crunches, and some were watching the live broadcast on monitors. Davy looked around to find Vince McMahon, the de-facto head of Raw, as well of Company chairman and majority stockholder. Davy found McMahon discussing things with Triple H, one of the company's top men and McMahon's Son in Law. Davy took a deep breath, when it came to these men, respect was everything. If you weren't extremely polite to them, then your chances of ever getting to the main event were severely hampered. "Excuse me Vince." He asked clearly but without presumption.

"Yes Davy?" McMahon answered. "How can I help you?"

Davy took a quick deep breath and asked "Can that new girl Sarah be my valet tonight against Regal?"

McMahon looked down at Davy. He was a very intimidating man, he worked out and was built like a heavyweight wrestler, in fact he was a former WWE champion. He crossed his arms, hemmed and hawed, and then gave his verdict "Sure I'm giving you a push anyway. A new valet might just be what you need."

With a firm handshake Davy thanked McMahon "That's very nice of you sir."

"No problem." McMahon chuckled. "You're on in about thirty minutes kiddo. You ready?"

"yeah. Davy replied. "I'm going to talk to regal about our match, see how we can incorporate Sarah."

"Later kiddo." McMahon bade him.

Half an Hour passed, Sarah and her Partner won their match with the ending that Davy had prescribed. A tag team match had occurred, and now It was time for Davy to shine.

First William Regal, a talented British mat wrestler came out to the ring. He was accompanied by Layla. His slinky petite Valet. Regal was a heel, a bad guy. He was known for his ground and pound offense and use of various suplexes, where he would grab his opponent up and flip them over him. Davy on the other hand was much flashier, using a wide variety of chops, kicks, submission holds and takedowns, along with the occasional top rope maneuver and snazzy power moves.

Regal grouchily came to the ring and stretched against the ropes. His ominous horn music theme song filled the arena. His height and weight and hometown were announced. Then it was Davy's turn to come to the ring. His hard rock theme song erupted, Davy jumped onto the stage and threw his arms up in a 'Raise the roof' gesture, trying to get the crowd excited. He ran down the ring, running his hand across those of front row spectators. he vaulted into the ring and rushed towards the far turnbuckle, which he ascended and waved his arms around to call the fans in, motioning towards himself. He was pure energy and pure excitement. His stats were announced as Sarah sauntered into the ring behind him. The Bell rung the match was on.

Regal and Davy locked up, they pushed for position for a while before Regal transitioned to a headlock. Davy countered with a leg sweep. While Regal was down Davy kipped up and bounced across the ropes to get momentum for a running splash, but Regal rolled out of the way just in time and Davy landed on the mat. Regal tried to grab Davy's leg, but Davy got up in time to avoid the attack. the two of them stared down and started trading punches in the middle of the ring, after landing a good looking punch to Regal's face, Davy tucked Regal's head under his arm, preparing for a move known as a DDT, where he would drop to his back smashing Regal's head into the mat, but Regal simply pushed out of it and Davy bounced against the ropes again. Davy ran towards Regal, but his face connected right into Regal's suddenly raised knee. Regal then threw Davy into a vertical suplex, flipping him over. Regal started pelting Davy with elbow drops, before going for a pinfall. Davy kicked out at two and then kipped up. Davy ran across the ring and leapfrogged Regal on his way back before going to a turnbuckle, but before Davy could jump off the turnbuckle Layla jumped onto the ring apron and pushed Davy down. Sarah ran around the ring and hit Layla with a hard Lariat (extending her arm and charging catching layla's head and neck with her arm) keeping her from interfering any further. Still Davy had to deal with the evil Englishman, who attempted to punt Davy's head, thankfully Davy grabbed Regal's foot and twisted it to throw Regal off balance and making him fall to the mat again. Davy then got up to his feet and threw his arms around to call to the crowd, as he waited for Regal to get up. When the two were fully standing the two charged at each other, Regal going for a running punch and Davy for a shoulder tackle. Davy ducked Regal's punch while connecting with his tackle. Regal was again knocked down, instead of going for a pin however Davy went for his legs. After wrapping Regal's legs right Davy squatted down over Regal's back, putting pressure on Regal's lower back and knotted legs. It was one of Davy's finishers, a classic submission move known as The Texas Cloverleaf. Regal tapped out and Davy won.

With his name announced, Davy started posing to the crowd, as Regal and Layla skulked away. With no warning Sarah jumped into Davy's arms and gave him a big kiss. With the roaring crowd and loud music to help cover his noise Davy whispered to her her "Did we plan this spot?"

"No this is a shoot kiss." She whispered back into his ear.

"Fine by Me" Davy beamed as he began kissing Sarah again. The two stopped kissing as Davy walked out of the ring. With one hand around her waist and another waving in the air. This was the last night in a long time that Davy wouldn't regret in the coming months.