Madison "Main Street" Gilbert was born in New Orleans, Louisiana. She started wrestling on the independent scene much like her two sisters only she had a different up-bringing then Roxy and Jessica. Madison had to make it on her own. She didn't have a loving family that supported her or close friends that she could depend on. She grew up in the foster system and basically never really stuck in one place long enough to grow any roots. It wasn't until she met up with her two best girlfriends, Jessica Mendez and Roxy Rodriguez that she really knew the meaning of the word family.

Her first run-in with Jessica and Roxy was in Chicago. There was a local wrestling event going on where a bunch of amateur wrestlers from different backgrounds were doing matches in this small warehouse that by today's standards would be totally deemed unsafe, but back then it was work and a way to get your name out there in the business.

_flashback to the first match in Chicago_

She stood at the backstage entrance waiting to go out into the ring. She basically had on a boxer's purple and black robe, black stretchy pants and a black and purple halter top. This is what Maddie was known for wearing in New Orleans and everyone loved her "Main street" fighter gimmick because it represented the Main Street Cross Fit gym she worked out and trained in. She had purple braids in her two-toned black and purple hair. She could hear two voices off in the distance.

"Dude, this is fucking insane. Why are we here?"

Roxy: "Chill out, Jess. It's not that horrible. It's better than some of the alternatives."

Jessica: "Like what? Falling outside of the ring and breaking my neck or my skull open? There are no safety precautions out here. Is this even legal?"

Roxy: "They wouldn't be having the competition if it wasn't legal. There are safety precautions all around the ring area where we wrestle and are known to land and stuff. You're not going to break your neck or skull. You're so over dramatic some times."

Jessica: "With every right. I've heard the horror stories Sami and Jon tell about places like this. There are shady assholes that work around these places. This is no place for female wrestlers to be making a name for themselves."

Roxy: "Then why did they tell us we could compete? It's not like they have any standards according to you and Sami."

Jessica: "I just listen to the experts and Sami and Jon are the closest things I have to experts when it comes to wrestling and getting our names out there."

Roxy: "Obviously something said "This is your road to WWE" or you wouldn't have followed my advice and came with me."

Jessica: "Or I'm fucking crazy and figure if I get injured I don't have to step into any more of these safety hazards ever again."

Roxy: "Let me ask you this. How do you think the Divas on WWE got their start? They didn't all start out on top making millions of dollars. They had to work down here in the grudges just like everyone else."

Jessica: "Not everyone got started on the Indies. Some of them went through try-outs."

Roxy: "And they got those try-outs because they were spotted doing something awesome in some no-name establishment somewhere. Come on. think about how Tyler Black got his start. I'm sure he had to do some of this crazy shit."

Jessica: "Yeah. I'm sure he did. It's also different for a man. Men can take more bumps like that."

Roxy: "Did you just say that out loud? Dude, we are just as tough as they are and take just as many bumps. We aren't delicate flowers or we wouldn't want to be wrestlers.