A/N: Hey guys, I really hope you enjoy this. It's my first multi-chapter fic on here, and my first ever for WWE. Reviews would be nice, but I'm not going to beg... yet.
Chapter One: I love my job...
Laura loved her job. She'd loved it from the day she was the coffee girl, and now with her ideas actually being used as storylines, she loved it even more. It wasn't every person who could say they were part of Creative in the WWE. Laura herself wasn't quite sure how she'd managed it. But she was glad she had.
Well, until now.
The day started off like any other. Coffee (brought by Laura's replacement Trent) and an agonizingly boring 'brainstorming session' for Wrestlemania 25 that pretty much went nowhere. The only thing they'd worked out so far was that the Hardy feud would not be resolved that evening, as well as John Cena winning the World Heavyweight Championship from Edge. It was then that the Draft was speculated about that Laura made her first suggestion.
"Both titles should go to Raw, it'll add a lot of suspense when Edge gets his rematch with Cena." At first the team seemed a little put off by the idea, but soon most were warming to it. Stephanie McMahon was of course all for it, as she'd be able to spend more time with her husband. Laura was practically floating on air after that point, as most of the older writers were usually against anything the brunette had to say. The meeting ended with everyone in much better spirits than when it began, and they all moved off to their respective offices.
"Very smooth, Benson." a voice from behind her said. It was her best friend in this place, the delightfully cynical Nathan Young. The two shared an office as well as an apartment, so it was no surprise when the dating rumours went round. After both established to the entire staff that their relationship was platonic at best, everyone backed off.
"Hey, just because they like the idea of another classic Cena vs. Edge match rather than your stale stipulation matches," she said with a smirk, opening the door to their cramped excuse for a two-person office.
"Whatever. Oh, by the way, Steph wants to see you in five. Let's hope the Golden Youngster isn't in any sort of trouble with the boss."
"I doubt it. She probably just wants me to babysit the kids backstage on Monday. New storyline starting with Legacy and all that."
That was, of course, not why Stephanie had called Laura to her office. All the other senior writers were there, all with equally impressed or amused looks on their faces. One even started looking Laura up and down, something that made her more wary than offended.
"Let's not mince words, I want you all back to working on Wrestlemania. Well, except for you Laura," tears sprung to the younger woman's eyes, wondering what on earth she had done to get fired "No, no! Don't think you've done something wrong, dear. As a matter of fact, you've done something very right. We've noticed the way you are around here. You're confident, charismatic, clever, and easy on the eyes. On behalf of my father and the entire WWE I'd like to offer you a contract as a Diva. You'll be in developmental for a while of course, but after that we'd like to use you in an upcoming rivalry as a valet. What do you think?"
Performing in front of an audience. Millions of people. Laura knew she'd get stage fright, but at the same time she knew there wasn't really an option. Stephanie, as easy as she was to work with, would never stop until she got her own way. So with trepidation she agreed and signed on the dotted line. She was no longer Laura Benson from WWE Creative. She was Laura Benson, WWE Diva.
Oh yes, she loved her job.