This is my first wrestling fanfic! I hope this isn't too much of a disaster! I would like some reviews; comments, opinions, criticisms, advise, etc! - Jade. xo

SUMMARY: Tiffany Marvel has been wrestling in the indie line for eight years and has accepted an offer to wrestle with the WWE. Upon arrival she is thrown into a storyline with Legacy, where she is to become a member after a period of illegal acts and helping out the group in her own way. Randy Orton is not happy with the idea at all, and Tiffany is fixed on changing his mind and view of her as a person and a wrestler. Tiffany sets out to impress and a story of romance, hurt, drama and comedy ensues.

UNFORTUNATELY I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE WWE CHARACTERS. TIFFANY JANE MARVEL IS MY CREATION.

CHAPTER ONE: THE MEETING

My life isn't exactly rainbows and butterflies. Being a professional wrestler has its good peaks but then as with any other lifestyle, it has its down sides too, and surprisingly, there are a lot of them. Not only is my career hectic, but so is my personal life. I hadn't exactly been the favorite of the family, most of my siblings grew up to be lawyers and doctors, and then there's me, the little disappointment, wrestling with other girls for the best part of eight years for the entertainment of a mostly male audience. To this day I still remember the look on my parents faces when I told them that I was going to be a wrestler, if looks could kill I would have died a thousand terrible deaths. My name is Tiffany Marvel, the new addition to the WWE.

I could hear myself grunting as I lifted the weight above my torso, it wasn't exactly the most attractive sound in the world but it was to be expected during heavy weight lifting. I wasn't really aware of the time, when I go to the gym I just tend to get on with my workout routine and then leave. Finally I pushed the weight back into the stand and sat up, wiping the sweat off my forehead with a small towel.

It was only when I stood up that I caught sight of myself in one of the many mirrors scattered around the local gym. I was a complete mess, that was for sure, with brunette pieces of hair stuck to my face and pieces falling from the hold of the hair band I had used to pull my wavy locks back and away from my face. I've never been vein so there isn't really a time where I care about my appearance personally, but I have to make an effort due to my recent signing with the WWE – they wanted you to look perfect whenever you were out about, I suppose they don't want people thinking they're hiring just any slobs. A sound pulled me out of my thoughts and it took me a few seconds to figure out what the sound was, apparently it was my cell phone. I quickly grabbed it from the counter and answered the call.
"Hello?"

"Tiffany! How are you today?" the voice emitted from the ear piece in an enthusiastic, gruff tone of voice. The voice of none other than Vince McMahon. What was he doing calling me? Oh wait, I'm an employee.

"Well I'm great Vince, the sun is shining, the store had my favourite protein bars and I have the best job in the world!" maybe that's why people liked me.. I was playful and snarky, it didn't take a genius to figure that out. But maybe I shouldn't be using the snarky characteristic with my 66 year old boss, one of the most well known business men in the world.

"That's great.. But save the attitude for the ring.. You make your debut tomorrow night." He responded and I instantly froze. Did I just hear that right? I, Tiffany Jane Marvel, was going to be making my debut as a WWE Diva tomorrow night.. In little more than 24 hours.. IS THIS FOR REAL? SOMEBODY PINCH ME.

"Wow, Mr McMahon that's amazing news! Thank you so much!" I chirped, the excitement bursting through my veins and evidently through my vocals, as I had now attracted the attention of a few women jogging on their treadmills.

"We thought it was time that you got your career moving.. I see no reason for us to wait any longer, you're clearly very eager and you have the right skills and attitude.. it's just what the WWE universe need. So you're going to need to attend a meeting with the creative team today to discuss the storyline we have in store for you. It's at four this afternoon and your presence is needed." Vince continued to explain.

"Sure, that's not a problem, thanks!" I still couldn't believe it, I was being thrown into a storyline as well as making my debut.. I hope it's something decent and not crumby like being someone's god damn valet. That's not why I spent the last eight years wrestling and working hard to improve my skills.. to walk down to the ring clinging onto an oil-soaked male.

"Have a nice afternoon, Tiffany. Good luck." And with that he hung up, leaving me holding the phone to my ear for a few seconds afterwards and I tried to shake off the shock of the news I had just received. With a deep breath in and out, I lowered my phone and my arm to my side before making a move – I had a lot preparing to do for the meeting. It was then when my gaze flickered to a clock and my eyes widened. MY MEETING WAS IN LITTLE LESS THAN TWO HOURS. Maybe taking note of the time would help me out a little bit in future circumstances.

THE MEETING.

I had managed to make it through security without any hastle, not like the first time I tried to access the backstage area of a RAW show, they security seemed to think that I was some kind of psycho fan feeding them lies in order to meet the superstars. Luckily I had managed to get home and get ready in a good amount of time which left me with the much needed time to get to the arena and some spare time left over to find my way around the joint. And believe me when I say, backstage is literally like a maze. I brushed up pretty well for someone who usually lounged around indoors in tracksuit pants and shoestring vests, even my landlord had noted that it had been quite a transformation from fitness geek to smart business women.

I had pulled on the most smart looking jeans I could find which happened to be a pair of black, high-waisted skinny jeans which constricted around my legs like a second skin. And after rummaging through my wardrobe like a mad woman I came across a white blouse which I had tucked beneath the waist of my jeans, complimenting my bust with the low-cut and I had only just noticed that the material was beginning to strain against the buttons around the bust.. I think it's definitely time to invest in some new smartwear, simly because I had outgrown them, not invested in a pair of rubber tits like so many of the Diva's seemed to have done. To finish of my ensemble I had chosen a pair of 4 inch black pumps and a black blazer that gave me a snug fit. Was it bad to say that I loved my hair? Unlike the problems other girls have, my hair always tended to comply and do whatever I wanted it to and on this occasion, I had just given the length of it a curl, where they draped down to the area just beneath my bra strap.

I flicked my gaze from door to door as I wandered further down the large hallway, eventually coming to a door labelled 'Creative', which had been stuck on with a piece of paper – classy. To be polite, I tapped my knuckles against the surface of the door to alert whoever was inside of my presence before pushing the door open and wandering in. And before I took a look around I turned to face the door as I closed it, taking one last calming breath before spinning on my heel with a smile on my face. My breath caught in my throat and it instantly felt like I had been stuck to the spot where I stood, and my eyes began to tingle as a result of the lack of blinks. I felt the palms of my hands grow clammy with sweat and my chest rose and fell a little quicker than before – all signs which contributed towards one thing; shock. And why wouldn't I be? There in the room was the group of superstars that I simply adored, along with a couple of other people who were probably members of the creative team, but they were the least of my problems. There at the rectangle table sat Randy Orton, Cody Rhodes and Ted Dibase – my shock mainly a result of Orton, I had looked up to him for years, and even adapted some of his moves into my own wrestling moves.

"Miss Marvel, you're just on time." It was only then when I realised that I had completely zonked out on the members of the meeting to indulge in my thoughts of Randy and the nerves that were brought by being in the same room as him. I cleared my throat and straightened my back, pushing one of my dazzling smiles onto my mouth.

"I'm sorry if I kept you waiting.. I couldn't find my way around and for such a big building, there weren't many people around to ask for directions." I gave a brief explanation whilst moving towards an empty seat at the opposite side of the table and all I could think of was falling over as a result of my ankle twisting in my heels. Don't fall, Tiff, don't you dare fucking fall. I never thought I would be so relieved to be sitting in a comfortable seat.

"It's funny, most of the newcomers always have the same problem." A middle-aged man spoke from the end of the table, grinning at me in a way that made me feel a little uneasy being within his line of sight. I couldn't help but feel like he was undressing me with his eyes. So to cut the conversation short I simply passed a small smile towards him before lowering my gaze as I dropped my bag to the ground and crossed one of my legs over the other whilst pulling myself closer to the table. The three superstars were on the opposite side of the table facing me, and I suddenly felt very uncomfortable being there, knowing that they could very well be looking at me, judging me on the way I look or how I behave.

"Now.." the female sat beside the creepy guy spoke up, lifting a pile of paper from the table into her hands. "You've all been called her to go through a new storyline involving Legacy and the newest addition to the roster, Tiffany." She spoke, and a groan from the opposite side of the table caught my attention. I dragged my gaze over to the boys to see who had been responsible for the quick sound of disgust. Was I really that bad?

"If your plan is to give us a valet.. You'd better end this meeting now because it's not going to happen." the slow, low voice emitted from the mouth of Randy Orton sent a chill down her spine, even if he was criticizing her a little. I probably should have been offended, but I found it hard to be, but that didn't mean I couldn't act it, so I arched an eyebrow and pursed my lips a little. I decided against saying anything for the time being and simply looked back towards the redhead who shot Randy a small, almost smug look.

"Oh no, of course not.. Legacy doesn't need a valet.. Besides, Tiffany here has more talent than half of the girls in this business and Mr McMahon has already alerted us of the fact that he doesn't want any of that talent to go to waste.." she paused to pass me a small smile, and I instantly felt very proud of myself and quite surprised to hear that Vince actually favoured me for my talent rather than my appearance. "And so he has informed us, that in good time.. Tiffany will be a part of Legacy." she clearly decided to carry on quickly with what she had to say, knowing that the boys would probably protest, and why wouldn't they? They didn't need a female in their group, even I knew that, but I could pull something like that off, I always portrayed myself as a heel character, it was really very enjoyable. "And it will be a result of Tiffany's character interrupting after matches and backstage, beating up Legacy's enemies and opponents.. This would lead to Tiffany making regular appearances during your matches, helping with illegal moves, whilst building her own popularity up by being undefeatable in her own matches against the Divas.. Thus leading her to be a part of Legacy, after she does something remarkable to help Randy out." She finished whilst passing out the scripts to each of us. I was intrigued, it sounded like something I could definitely do, and enjoy it whilst I was doing it. I had been contemplating looking over at the boys throughout the whole pitch and finally managed to force myself to look in their direction in order to see what their reactions were. Ted seemed at ease with it, Cody looked more than happy to comply and Randy, well, he was completely hard to read.

"I don't really like the sound of that.. But whatever Vince says goes, right?" It was easy to pick up on the sarcasm that leaked through Randy's alluring, heavenly voice and I instantly felt anger bubbling within my core.

"I'll have you know that I think I am perfectly capable of pulling this off and making it memorable for everybody, and I guarantee that I can have the WWE universe hooked like that.." I clicked to emphasize the speed in which I'd catch the undivided attention of the audience. "I'm a good wrestler and I know I can make this work.. Can't you see that this has the potential to be an amazing development?" I came to realise that I was in complete debate and argument mode – when I wanted something, I always made damn sure to put up a fight before it got tossed into the trash. Take now for example, I was going to fight for something that could be brilliant, something that Randy saw as crumby with the potential to go nowhere. It was only then when I noticed that Randy was looking at me through those captivating grey eyes of his, and they were incredibly hard to read, so I couldn't determine what was going through his mind. Did he want to shout at me? Did he want to sweep me off my feet and thank me for agreeing? Was he impressed? God bloody knows.

"It doesn't matter what you think.." he drawled whilst rising to his feet, and of course, the other two copied their leaders actions – even out of the ring they were like lost little puppies, what was this? "I think that this is the worst idea I've ever heard.. and I'll be glad when it's over once Vince comes to realise that he's made a complete mistake." By this point Randy's gaze was piercing into mine with an intense fire behind his gaze, if looks could kill I'd probably be sprawled across the floor by now.

"I can make this work.." I almost pleaded with him, desperate to get him to see the light, to see that I had the attitude and skills to make this good. Why was I clinging onto this? Duh, it's because it's a chance to be in Legacy, with Randy fucking Orton. I hadn't even noticed that I was on my feet being towered over and intimidated by the size of the three men, as I had been lost in Randy's gaze and confined within my own determination and anger.

"I'm sure you can.." Again with the sarcasm from Randy's mouth, sure it was the most patronising phrase ever.. but he made it sound so sexy. SNAP OUT OF IT TIFF. And with that, the Legend Killer dismissed himself, followed close behind by Cody and Ted. I let out a sigh and sat back down in my seat.

"I already know that this is going to go wrong in so many ways.." I spoke my thoughts out loud, gaining a quick laugh from the creative members. If Randy wanted to play rough with my I would comply and play back just as rough – I had the potential to be a complete evil bitch if it meant getting my own way. And if that was what would be needed to make him see sense, then so be it. I'll prove him wrong.