Okay so this is a new story i'm working on, I LOVE reviews because if I don't get any then what's the point in writing? I mean if no one is going to read it..yeah theres no point, but anyways I'll reviews yours if you'd like :-). Hope you guys like this, and hopefully it's not too long ha.

Tonight was the night I debuted for Smackdown. I was told to wear something I could wrestle in, but that didn't look like wrestling gear. That was basically nothing. I took my two best friends Brittany and Tyesha with me to find something to wear. They had great fashion sense, and me well I don't have any. I'm a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl. When weGot to the mall I was scared, I didn't want someone to figure out the story line they had planned for me, for tonight, so I threw on a hoodie from home and put the hood up, that way no one could see who I was. We ended up getting black pants with rime stones down the sides and a black and silver halter top, not to shabby.

Later that night at the tapings –

"Alright, so I'm going to need someone in the crowd to help me throw some t-shirts out to the crowd."

John looked around pretending like he was looking for a fan, even though he knew exactly where I was. He looked down and pointed down at me.

I screamed and acted like I was extremely excited, which wasn't to hard seeing as I was excited for even being in the squared circle, especially next to John. I stepped up to the ring, and he handed me some t-shirts, while I was throwing some out, Umaga's music came on.

I started jumping up and down, pretending like I thought it was another surprise. Then John whispered loud enough for the crowd to hear.

"This is not part of the plan."

I acted extremely scared and dropped the rest of the t-shirts. Then I looked at John.

"What do you mean?"

"He's not suppose to be here."

By that time, Umaga was in the ring and John started attacking him. He gave John the Samoan spike and then came after me, I started screaming and then he did the back breaker to me. I lay there motionless, tell the paramedics came and got me, while checking on John.

Backstage –

"That was some of the best acting I've ever saw Taylor."

"Thanks John, you weren't so bad yourself."

I let out a little laugh and then grabbed my back. I forgot how bad the back breakers are on my back.

"How's your back?"

"It's okay, a little sore, but I'll be fine."

"So are you ready for next week?"

"I'm more excited then ever, see you later then."

Next week at Smackdown (backstage taping) -

I walked up to John and grabbed my back as if I was in extremely bad pain. He looked surprised to see me and put his arm around me. I pushed it away and squirmed in pain.

"Sorry about your back kiddo."

"Don't be, you tried to help me, but hey, remember how you said you'll accept any challenge or whatever."

"Uh huh, why?"

"I challenge you…"

"To what?"

"I want revenge tonight..and seeing as Vince won't let it just be me vs. Umaga, I asked if it'd be okay if you were in my corner as a tag team thing. He said yes, but I challenge you not to help me."

"I can't do that."

"Sorry, but you have to accept it, member?"

I walked away and went backstage. It was fun acting, another benefit to being in this business. I walked over to where there were some empty crates from unpacking things for the taping, and hopped on them, and started painting my nails neon pink and orange.

I didn't have a lot of friends here, because I wasn't like the others. I didn't need to spend a ton of money on clothes or anything else for that matter to be happy. And to me looks didn't really matter or what other people said. A lot of the divas would talk about me always wearing blue jeans and my hair, which was green and brown in a ponytail.

I felt someone jump on the crates knocking the nail polish over.

"SHIT!"

The nail polish spilled all over my outfit I was supposed to wrestle in later this evening.

"Omg, I'm so sorry. I can pay for new ones if you want."

A hand reached down to pick up the polish and I followed the nails on up, it was Jeff. He looked extremely freaked out, and I knew he didn't mean it, so I tried to comfort him, but how do you comfort someone like him?

"Hey no, it's fine. Besides it looks kind of cool doesn't it?"

"Well yeah it kind of does."

"Here grab a bottle."

I handed him the neon orange, while I had the neon pink. And started to take my pants off.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"Relax! I have shorts on underneath, jeeze."

I spread the pants out over the crates and started splashing them with the nail polish. I saw Jeff looking at me like I was crazy.

"Come on it's fine, just try it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, they look like they need a little color anyways."

We spent quite a while decorating the pants, and Jeff even put one of his famous face drawings on them. After we were done we sat down, and he stared at me.

"What are you looking at?"

"Oh sorry, your just…"

"Not the type of diva you expected?"

"Yeah, your just really different."

I stopped. Wow this is great, I mean I didn't mind the fact people thought I was different because I was, but for once I thought someone actually didn't care what I looked like.

"Hey, I didn't mean it in a bad way, I mean look at me, I'm not exactly like the rest of the people here either."

"I guess that's true, oh I'm sorry I didn't tell you my name. I'm Taylor."

"Hey Taylor, I'm Jeff, but I'm going to guess you already knew that."

"Yeah, doesn't everyone? Shoot, sorry but I have to get ready for my match, thanks for spilling paint on my pants."

"Thanks for letting me spill more on them."

We both started laughing and I said bye. I wanted to give him a hug, but a smile and a laugh was going to have to be good enough for now, I was late for the match.

Okay so this was the first chapter, do you guys like it?

I hope so, please review so I can write more. :-).