Title: Don't Stereotype Me
Author: Miss Calysto-Helmsley
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own anything pertaining to the WWFE or Vince McMahon. Everything
else is mine.
Summary: A different kind of story

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Katie sat in her shower, letting the once hot water beat down on her body. She sat in
comfort watching the blood from her legs run down the drain. She closed her eyes and let
the water be her healer. When she finally shuddered from the cold water she decided to
get out of the shower. She stood up and turned the plastic knobs. She pulled back the
curtain and stepped out of the shower. She glanced in the mirror and stuck her tongue out
at herself. She always believed that humor is life's candy. She walked into her adjoining
bedroom and pulled on her baggy T-shirt. She pulled her wet stringy hair up into a
ponytail and sighed. It had been a hard practice. Her bones ached and her skin was
scratched and bruised, but she was happy.

She leaned down in her chair and turned on the TV, with in an hour a news broadcast
came on. Katie growled at the stuffy reporter on the screen talking about what seemed like
a popular subject in her state. Backyard Wrestling. Katie took a sip of her orange juice as
she listened to the news broadcast.

"Hundreds of children are getting seriously hurt around the country due to imitating
moves they see on professional wrestling. Many of these accidents occur in what are being
called "Backyard Wrestling". Many parents are considering--"

Katie turned off the TV and sighed. The phone began ringing. She reached blindly for the
phone and answered.

"Joe's Morgue, you slice 'em, we plant 'em."

"Well someone is in a good mood huh, Katie?"

"Hey Billy."

"What's got your goat?"

"Just the usual."

"Ahh, how's your leg?" Katie glanced down at her leg.

"Just peachy."

"We're having practice again tomorrow, we got a show on Friday remember?"

"Yeah, I got it."

Katie said goodbye and hung-up the phone. Katie was a nineteen year old college student,
with a special after school hobby. She was a backyard wrestler. Sort of. Her and the
people she associates with have been doing it for years, and they were taught by people
who knew what they were doing. She learned how to do things the right way. She had
basic goals in life. Get into an Indy Fed, enroll into a wrestling school, and finally and
most importantly join the WWF.

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Katie had her boots laced and her hair tied tightly into a ponytail. Her match was next and
something in the audience caught her eye. It wasn't abnormal for people to come and
watch so Katie just pushed the thought out of her mind. But as her music started blaring
from the radio system that Billy had set off, she noticed the man was allot taller and had
allot of muscles. Katie was impressed easily but this guy caught her attention. She flashed
him a bright smile and jumped in the ring. Being the tom boy that she was, Katie won her
match easily, even though she was facing a guy.

After the show was over, the tall man Katie had seen before made his way over to her. He
smiled at her and she returned the favor.

"My name's Mitch."

"Mine's Katie."

"Nice to meet ya, I was wondering if I could ask you a question."

"Sure, knock yourself out suga." Katie's southern accent seemed to be extra thick when
she was intrigued.

"Well, I'm a scout for PWU, it's a wrestling school in Atlanta." Katie looked at him like he
was insane.

"I know what it is." Katie said still in shock. "I've been wanting to go, I've been saving
money..."

"I know it can be expensive, but you've got a lot of drive, and if your willing to take a
chance with us, I'd be glad to sponsor you."

Katie took all the information and cycled it through her mind, Mitch looked as if he was
trying to surpress some laughter. She caught the image etched on his face and took a step
back.

"You sure this ain't no joke."

"You have my word." He handed her an address and smiled one last time before walking
away. "Show up in two days if you really want it."

Katie watched him walk away and glanced down at the paper in her hand. She laughed at
herself.

"So Katie girl, you got the key to your dream in your hands and you still don't believe it's
true." Katie said to herself. Hell, why not show up, what's the worst that can happen.


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A/N--I don't know if their really is a PWU, I made it up, if their really is, please tell me so
I can take it out of my story and replace it. (Don't want to be sued, can't afford it) *grin*