Authors note - This is my first fanfiction but I have been a reader for a while so I stuck my neck out and tried something different. Feel free to give back any feedback as it would be greatly appreciated. I decided to do a prologue to give a bit of background to the character but there is more to come.

I do not own any of the WWE characters, names, terms and locations. I only own my OC.

Prologue

23 days, I kept repeating head. 23 days ago I had answered my phone to an unexpected caller of Jim Ross calling me up from FCW to the big leagues, making me the youngest female wrestler of all time beating Kelly Kelly by a just 2 days. Even in my day dreams I thought I would never get here and I wouldn't be surprised if this all ends with my mother waking me up to get ready for school. I smiled to myself while I laced up my left boot, little Bethany Jane Jenkins, a WWE diva. No scratch that I said mentally, make that Sydney Myers, the youngest and first Australian WWE diva, I patted down my left boot and moved to the right. I always liked to think that my wrestling career came down to 70 per cent hard work and dedication and the rest luck, a bit of the 'right place at the right time'. Before each show I closed my eyes and reflected on my journey to the WWE, my father always told me to remember where I came from and each time I do this it makes me more thankful for the people who gave up there time to help me and the risks I took to get noticed. Australia has a meager wrestling culture, it took me weeks to track down a decent wrestling school and a lot of arm twisting of the promoter to take me on but who could of blamed him, I was a 16 year old school girl standing at 5'4 with a small but muscular frame. I was working a part-time job to pay for training and wrestling early morning, late nights and weekends while barely studying and scraping passes, but school wasn't a priority for me even though it should have been. I spent my last year of high school achieving success in the wrestling ring but none in the classroom. When I wasn't wrestling I was thinking about it, my notebooks were full of potential names and sketches of gear rather then school work. My friends never understood why I couldn't hang out on weekends or after school because I never told them I was wrestling, it was like being a super hero with a secret identity, I was Sidney Myers the high flying, hard hitting Australia Pro Wrestling Women's Champion to the small Australian independent wrestling scene but to them I was Bethany Jane Jenkins the disconnected tom boy. I had meet a few ex-WWE wrestlers that sometimes came down to promote themselves in Australia, though one in particular had a great impact on me. Scott Coltman, know as Colt Cabanna was doing a short tour for the company when I was 17, we met when he tried flirting with me backstage after a show, but after explaining that what he was doing was illegal and he muttered something about not suing his ass back to the dark ages we became friends and kept in constant contact when he went back to the States. It came to the time of year when I had to apply for universities, which I had been putting off. I sat my parents down and told them that I hoped they would respect my decision that I would not be applying for any universities and on the day of my final exam I would be leaving on the 12.05 am plane from Melbourne to Los Angeles to pursue some form of a wresting career, my mother almost fell of her chair in distress and my father, a stern and serious man, hid back a smile to the disappointment of my mother. We came to a compromise, 2 months to find a career in wresting or else I'm back home working full time until I can find a spot in a university.

I'd given Scott one hell of a shock when I turned up on his doorstep early one morning; he chuckled and swore he shouldn't have said his guest room was always open. That night we ordered pizza and watched an Wrestlemania 19, you could of heard a pin drop when the Chris Jericho and Shawn Michaels match was on, after the match Scott turned to me and asked "So Miss Jenkins what's the plan? As much as I would love to eat myself to death with pizza and watch old matches with you something needs to happen." I chuckled, a serious question with entwined humour, its something I managed to get use to Scott doing. "FCW has a tryout in 3 days, that's the number one priority, however…' I gave a small sigh and bit into my pizza and slowly chewed, "if that doesn't happen, and I'm betting it probably wont I could use your help developing some contacts in the Indy scene." Scott picked up the last piece of pizza "As soon as you put your stuff in the spare room I had already sent out 3 text messages, but you've done nearly 2 years of indies its time you got a shot," he gave me a serious look and continued "You're the ultimate package; young, fit, Australian, Vince has never had one of those in his collection before and a minor thing called, wrestling ability, which apparently isn't a necessity when becoming a Diva." His last reason dripping with sarcasm, "You're a bit of a looker, if you don't mind me saying." I smiled at his last comment "Naww… thanks Scott." I replied giving him a light hug, he took a large bite of pizza and gave me a cheese filled smile and added "But on a serious note, don't walk into FCW looking like you do now, you look like shit." I laughed and gave a playful shove and we continued watching the DVD.

I was panting slightly after the routine I was given to perform in front of the panel of talent scouts and Jim Ross, I was standing in the middle of the FCW ring waiting for comments on my performance. I knew they were going to give me the 'shit sandwich' as some people call it; the first slice being what you did right, the middle being the shit which was what you did wrong and the last slice which attempted to save you from feeling awful and leaving you on a positive note was what you can do it improve. I braced myself for negative comments, when Jim looked up from his notes and asked "Your from Australia?" I was handed a microphone from an assistance and peeped back "Yes, Melbourne sir." He smiled and wrote a few notes, "To be honest Miss Jenkins," Oh shit here we go I thought "we were highly impressed with your in ring skills, we could tell you were well trained and had great experience and even more impressed with your charisma and mic skills, I really wanted you to continue talking just to hear that accent of yours." I tryed not to let my jaw drop to the fall "Now I don't want to guaranty anything back you have a lot of potential and I want to show your tapes to the higher ups before anything goes ahead but thank you for your time." He finished with a warm smile, with my hand shaking I lifted to microphone to my mouth "No thank you sir and thank you to everyone involved to giving me the opportunity to perform." I exited the ring but not for the last time.

That night during dinner Scott made me break down everything that happened in the try out when my phone rang with a familiar Texan accent. "Miss Jenkins this is Jim Ross, am I calling at a bad time?" I nearly spat out my water, "No Mr. Ross what did you want to talk to me about?" I asked looking at Scott with wild eyes of shock while he was having what looked like a mild panic attack, "Well Miss Jenkins after you left I was eager to show your tape to the higher ups and they were as equally impressed as I was with your performance and we would officially like offer you a developmental contract with Florida Championship wrestling…" I gave Scott the thumps up as he jumped onto his chair in celebration.

1, 2, 3 the ref signaled to the bell keeper to end the match as I rose to my feet in victory giving my opponent a small shove with my boot, another one bites the dust I mouthed to the camera with a wide smile, "And your winner by way of pin fall Sydney Myers." Called the in ring announcer while the ref raised my hand. I walked up the ramp full of the attitude of my in-ring persona Sydney Myers before giving one kiss to the crowd before exiting back behind the black curtains. A few smiles and pleasantries were given to the staff while I waited to shake my opponent and close friends Gemma Klein's hand before we made our way to the change rooms. "Next time hit me harder, girl." Gemma joked as she held her head and stuck out her tongue as she approached me from the curtain, "I'm sorry I'm rough but you really do need to toughen up." I teased back and poking out my pierced tongue back at her. We walked arm in arm back to the change rooms before we were stopped by Jim Ross, "Ladies we have some big news for you, would you please follow me to the office I have to have a serious talk with you." He turned on his head and head to the office, I gave Gemma a side look "We can't possibly be in trouble can we?" I asked, "Did you get arrested and didn't tell me? You know as your best and only friend I'm the one that is suppose to bail you out of jail." she joked with her strong southern accent as we cautiously walked to the office.

We sat in the small, humid office of the FCW general manager holding hands under the table as Jim spoke "As you both would be aware of if you were keeping up with the WWE programming we have experienced a set back in the Divas division with the departure of a top diva and two injuries leaving both women out for a number of months. We need spots to fill and we have made an executive decision to bring you two ladies up to diva status." We looked to each other in awe and then to Jim Ross "Pinch me B I think I'm dreaming" Gemma squeaked as she brushed her long blond hair off her shoulder and I did the only thing that seemed appropriate "Thank you Mr. Ross, we wont let you down."

I walked out of the room trying to process the entire meeting with all the travel arrangements and contract signings I need to do, my legs felt like jelly and it all seemed surreal, Gemma walked out of the room after me in a dazed "I think I need to call my parents and my brother, I will talk to you later, ok?" she walked off in a dream without waiting for a response. I stood in the middle of the empty corridor in shock not knowing what to do next, someone had just said something to me, I turned out to the source of the noise to face no other then the notorious CM Punk, "What?" I asked in confusion giving my head a scratch, "I said, good match out there, you have a lot of talent." He smirked as he crossed his arms over his muscular chest, "Oh… um… yeah, thanks it means a lot." I muttered unintelligently, "I know that feeling huh? You just got signed, with the matches you have been having, you created some waved over here. People have been watching you and impressed with what you can do." He spoke with a serious tone and continued "Anyways I'm surprised I hadn't met you before today since you've been crashing at Scotts." He brushed past me, turned around and gave me a small smile before leaving "Good luck in the big leagues Australia."

I had forgotten the beat of Bullet through my earphones as I waited for my signal, the techies sitting in gorilla with me gave me the all clear as I removed my hoodie and earphones. I took a deep breath as my music hit and stepped out from behind the curtain.