[Authors note: I don't own any characters or companies within this story, I'm just a fan]

Angelina Love let the water from the shower wash over her body. She gasped when she felt the warm liquid run over the scrapes she had acquired tonight: a nasty one on her abdomen, and a smaller one on her right cheek.

It had been a rough night. She was the Knockout Champion, but she didn't feel much like a champion. Her, and her two partners, Velvet and Madison, were constantly getting destroyed in the ring, either by Awesome Kong, or the new girl, Tara.

She was sick of losing. She wanted to feel like a Champ, but no matter how hard they tried, no matter how good the odds were in their favour, and no matter how bad they cheated, in the end they got the shit kicked out of them, time and again.

She turned off the water, and wrapped a towel around herself. She was in her dressing room in the Impact Zone, which she shared with Madison and Velvet of course, but they had already left for the night.

She should have had the dressing room all to herself, with the door locked, so when she swung the shower curtain open and saw she had an unexpected visitor, her heart skipped a beat.

The only light in the room came from a single lamp on the small table next to the sofa, and the woman standing in the corner was completely immersed in the shadows.

"Hello Angelina," said a raspy, sultry feminine voice.

"Tara?" Angelina asked, squinting, trying to pick out the dark figure.

"Not quite," laughed the voice, "I've got a proposition for you."

"oh...um...I don't really swing that way. Well, sometimes, but it's usually Vel..." stammered Angelina.

"No no, not that kind of proposition," interrupted the mystery woman. "I'm starting a new Stable. I want you involved."

"A Stable? What kind?" asked Angelina.

"An all female, all Canadian, cross-promotional, anti-establishment kind of stable."

"hmmm," pondered Angelina, "sounds pretty cool. Cross promotional? How will that work?"

"I've heard some women from my company have been starting teams of their own. I don't know what yet, but I've heard rumours of an all female Four Horsemen, or possibly DX. I've even heard NWO mentioned around the locker room. I've also heard they've been in contact with some of the Knockouts."

"Your company?" asked Angelina, suddenly very curious, "Just who are you exactly?"

The shadowy woman took a step forward, entering the circle of pale light, and Angelina's jaw dropped.

The woman's leggings were black with a pink design running up one leg, and she had a black leather jacket on. Her hair was bleached blond, like Angelina's, but there were streaks of pink running through it. The girl smiled mischievously, much like her legendary Father did, a man Angelina had studied and admired, especially when she had decided to become a tag team wrestler.

"Natalya Neidhart..." she stammered.

"You got it sister," said Natalya.

"Wow!" exclaimed Angelina, "I'm a big fan!"

"Great. So are you in?"

Angelina was about to jump up and down and scream 'yes!' as loud as she could, until she remembered something. "All Canadian?" she asked.

"Well, yeah," answered Natalya.

Angelina sighed deeply. "I can't leave Velvet and Madison," she admitted.

"Oh. Well they can join too I guess. Some foreigners are ok."

"Really!?" asked Angelina excitedly. "That's so awesome!"

Natalya smiled. "Welcome to the Hart Femmes".

Angelina's eyes widened. Hart Femmes. Like the female version of the Hart Foundation, the legendary stable of Bret and Owen Hart, Jim Neidhart, The British Bulldog and Brian Pillman. They were heels in the USA, bad guys who did bad guy things. But in Canada, they were heroes.

"This is going to be big," said Natalya, voicing exactly what Angelina had been thinking. "We're going to tear these two companies apart."

Angelina didn't say anything. She was speechless, but she felt the corners of her mouth widen. This was going to be big. She was going to walk in the footsteps of five of the most legendary men to ever strap up their boots.

Angelina Love finally felt like a Champion.