xxxFrenchTk0xxx - Sarita is an amazing wrestler and I just suddenly felt the urge to write about her so? XD ... Read, review ;) but hopefully enjoy. Sorry it's short but it means the second chapter will be up soon... Fingers crossed lol

Chapter 1 - Jump Frog! Jump!

" Karen, what your doing with the knockouts division is all well and good..." I paused trying to keep down the vomit from the words I just spoke "... But I think I have a lot more to offer than just being a 'handbag' for Mexican America"

She then stopped walking and turned around, sizing me up like I was some kind of dog with her arrogant smile. I hope she recognizes who she's looking at let alone talking to.

"Tell me Sarita, are you implying that your little 'amigos' are just mere bag carriers in this company?" she questioned

"No-"

"Then you're not a handbag honey, now run along back to your taco crew because I have to deal with real issues or should I say REAL TALENT" she spat

"Real Talent?" I laughed... "You wouldn't know talent if it smashed you into a brick wall but make no mistake about it MISS JARETT, I'm not your little chihuahua like Madison Rayne or Gail Kim... I came to TNA to wrestle and it's not happening enou-"

"Listen here you ungrateful and not to mention ILLEGAL IMMIGRANT-"

"Winnipeg! I was born in Winnipeg and I wouldn't be here if I didn't have a vis-"

"SHUT UP I'M TALKING!... " Karen took a step closer to get in my face.

"I swear to God if you interrupt me again, I will fire you so fast it would make your head spin. Now I'm only going to say this ONCE. If you want a match, you're going to have to EARN IT just like everybody else in this company!"

She pointed her finger at me glaring daggers from hell.

"That means if I say Jump Frog! Jump! You say how high! Then maybe I'll think about giving you a match. Now get out of my face!"

I bit my tongue to prevent myself from saying anything I would regret, not as easy for my fists though. I walked back to the knockout's locker room. I sit down on the bench and replay my conversation with our newest Knockouts VP and my blood starts to boil. I've been on the bank burner for months now since I've been at TNA and it's really starting to piss me off. I've been the good employee, taking orders and following them through to the T. I kick metal cabinet out of frustration leaving a huge dent.

"yo! Sarita! What the hell are you doing?"

I turned to see it was Rosita, my little cousin.

"Enough is enough. Karen Jarett thinks she can handle this Knockout? She's got another thing coming."

I kick the cabinet again.

"What? What brought this on?" she asked

"I'm done with this Mexican bs, I didn't come here to be a gimmick, or make friends, or be a pretty little knockout. I am here to wrestle and I will make this happen... Mark my words Rosita. It starts Tonight."

I left my confused cousin to contemplate my words. Real talent? I owe this to myself, I will have something to show for all the hard work I've accomplished, ON MY OWN... No tag team partner by my side, I've done that. I'm coming after that Knockouts Championship.

Waiting is no longer an option.