How many times have I edited and re-edited this story? Countless times. But hell, inconsistencies make me do it! I was just originally winging this story but now I know where I'm going with this. I already have about 12 chapters planned out and ready to type so hopefully I can be a bit more consistent with updating. I plan to add a chapter every week.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except Elena Medina. WWE and their superstars all own themselves unfortunately.

WARNING: Use of sexual derogatory language is used in this chapter. You have been warned.

I stood outside the Honda Center in Anaheim, California. It was the same building that I had known for the past 23 years of my life on Earth. Yet it held a new meaning for me, it wasn't the place to go watch stand-up comedians, Anaheim's Mighty Ducks, or just a place to hang out.

This would be the site of my WWE Raw debut.

My name is Elena Medina, the newest diva contracted to Monday Night Raw. It was a hard road to get to this point. I had the ability to wrestle, grateful for a childhood surrounded by male cousins interested in fighting and watching the greats of early wrestling history. My natural tomboy tendency was my main way in. The only thing I had worried about when I tried out were my looks. I never found myself that attractive. I had a lean athletic body from years of wrestling, kick boxing, dance, soccer, and other various activities. I had brown hair past my shoulders, a small nose, a pouty mouth, and bright hazel eyes.

"Miss, are you all right?"

I jumped, shaken out of the daydream I found myself in. A security guard was looking at me funny.

"I'm sorry, here's my pass."

He glanced at my pass and at me, again. I smiled. He opened the door for me. I muttered a thanks and headed down into the backstage area. I had already given my parents and close friends their front row tickets for my debut. I was nervous, hands shaking, throat dry. I finally asked a stagehand where the women's locker room was and so kindly, he escorted me to it.

None of the other divas were in there although their belongings were strewn about. Since being hired (and skipping the social training of OVW), I had yet to meet anyone on the roster. I dumped my hefty bag onto a bench and dug through various articles of clothing before I found my ring attire. I opted for a special outfit, consisting of a black mini-skirt and a black tank top with parts ripped out down the sides replaced by blue netting. I looked at the clock above the door. 5 o' clock. Plenty of time to scout the place and perhaps find a few wrestlers.

I had just stepped out of the door when I crashed into someone. BAM! I fell to the floor.

"Sorry! Are you ok?"

A hand came into my vision. I grasped it and pulled myself up only to find myself face to face with Adam Copeland aka Edge. I gawked.

"Now, who might you be?" he asked.

"Um, I'm Elena. The newest wrestler." I answered, mentally shaking the cobwebs from my brain.

"Really? Well, no offense but you're the most gorgeous diva out of Raw if you don't mind me saying."

A school-girl giggle erupted out of me, "Of course not. Thank you."

I had been leaning against the wall and Adam moved closer so there was barely an inch between us. I could hardly breath. He was very good looking, with his dirty blonde hair hanging shaggily an inch above his shoulders.

"Would you do me the honors then of taking you out to dinner after the show?"

"That sounds great!" I enthused.

"Who knows, maybe after dinner..." he paused.

"What?" I asked.

He leaned forward, his lips right next to my ear, "I'll let you fuck me."

"WHAT?!" I bellowed.

"Come on, babe. I'm the hottest guy in WWE. I'm the Rated R Superstar. I know you want to get down." he leered.

I instinctively pushed him away, "You know the whole Rated R thing is a gimmick, right? You're just a prick with a big ego who can't even get any!"

All of a sudden, he slammed me into the wall, pinning me so to anyone walking past, it would look like we were in a lover's embrace.

He whispered in my ear, "Now you listen here, you goddamn cock tease. You're lucky that I offered to let you fuck me. But now that you're being a bitch, I'm not sure. Maybe I'll just have you suck me off."

Anger and rage filled me and I slapped him hard across the face with all my might.

He looked at me in shock, raising his hand to his red face.

"You'll regret that, you cunt." he declared, and stalked off.

I glared, crossing my arms to keep myself from shaking. Then I started to laugh, quieting slightly when other people began to give me strange looks.

"So will you."