Mmmkay. First wrestling fanfic. My fav wrestler's Finlay. And I'm really obsessed with Irish peeps. And the Dropkick Murphy's. Anywhoos. Here's all the official shtuff.

Title: I Fight Against the Odds

Rating: T for Teens 13+

Summary: A new Diva is signed on to WWE and mostly Irish-American. Regal is an English, power-hungry monster. How will they clash? Includes Finlay, Cena, The Hardy Boyz, McMahon, and many more!

She had signed the contract. She had a costume designed and ready. She had the perfect entrance theme with written permission from her favorite band to use it. Her first match was a tag team with her trainer. She was overjoyed. She was ready to fight. Fight for her life.

"And making her debut appearance, on her way to the ring: Catriona O'Dwyre!"

She stepped out to the beat of Dropkick Murphy's with a smile. She flipped her sword into the air and somersaulted. She caught it deftly before it fell. With a small smile she ran into the ring and handed the ref her sword.

Cat bounced into the corner of the ring with her trainer.

"The Burchill's fight dirty," he whispered.

"They're not the only one. Have I ever told you I love your accent?" she asked. She turned to face him.

"Multiple times, but I can't say the same for yours. Be careful, lassie."

Cat snorted and faced Katie Lee. She was already bouncing, rearing to go. Cat sighed and stepped forward.

Ding-ding!

Katie leapt at the new diva. Cat avoided her with years of fencing behind the move. She turned and clotheslined her opponent. Katie rolled right up. Cat seized up a roundhouse kick that sent the English woman sprawling.

Katie started to crawl to her corner, but Cat pulled her away. This inadvertently pulled up her top. Cat paused, letting the woman recover. Her brother flushed and leapt into the ring, so did Cat's trainer.

"Mr. Finlay, please get out of the ring. I can handle him," she said, pushing him away.

"You haven't trained against men. He has forty pounds on you!"

"Which makes him slower than me. Get out," Cat said, pushing her trainer out. The ref, who had stared in amazement, was finally recovering.

"Get out, Paul. You have no clue what you're messing with," Cat growled. Paul hit her with an open fist. Cat lost her balance, but did not fall. She turned instead and wiped her mouth. She shook off the shock and straightened. She had received injuries with more severity.

"Wrong choice," she muttered. She spun, raising a leg to hit Paul in the back of the knee. He fell back. Katie screamed in anger. Cat darted to her corner and tagged Finlay in.

Katie made her exit, shaking in silent rage. Cat nursed her cheek, watching Katie out of the corner of her eye. The little diva would find her way over here. Cat would watch and wait. Eventually the diva came over and pulled Cat down from her corner. They fought each other. Katie thought her brother would get the advantage of a distracted ref, but Cat thought the same of her trainer.

Cat smashed Katie into the barrier. The fans screamed.

"Break it up! Back to your corners."

The diva's held up their hands and retreated to the outside edge of their corners.

"Finlay has the pin! Could this be it? It is! Finlay and O'Dwyre win against the Burchill siblings!"

Cat jumped in and hugged her trainer. She raised his arm in triumph. She could barely celebrate it before pain erupted from the base of her skull and her vision failed. She fell, not unconscious but unable to move. She groaned.

There was fight around her. She crawled forward to the ropes and hoisted her self up with them. She turned and, using the ropes as a guide, moved forward. Cat put a hand on her trainer's shoulder.

"C'mon. We won. They're just mad," she muttered, touching the back of her head. He nodded and got out with her peacefully, but shot a hate filled glance at the tag team.

Near the entrance to the ramp, Cat slumped in Finlay's arms in a dead faint.

PLEASE R&R!! I LOVE YOU GUYS!! . 333333333 (No I'm not Tom Cruise)