Hi, everybody(: I'm new here, and this will be my first fanfiction, so don't be too harsh. :b

I unfortunately own nobody, except my OC, Sophia Runnels.

After you read, review please..

Sophia Runnels, WWE's newest Diva, walked the halls of the Charleston Arena, humming the familiar tune of her favorite Bullet For My Valentine song, "Pretty On The Outside". She had just arrived about five minutes ago, and was searching for a door with a certain name on a gold plate. Frustrated, the brunette asked a crew member for directions.

"Uhm, excuse me..Could you tell me where Vince McMahon's office is?"

"Sure, down the hall and take a right. Should be the second door on the left."

Well, that seemed easy enough. Shortly, she made it. Knocking lightly three times, Sophia heard a faint "Come In" on the other side. Walking into the room she saw a large, older man sitting behind a desk, reading a document on his laptop.

"Ah, Ms. Runnels. Glad to have you here."

"Thank you, Mr. McMahon."

"Please, just call me Vince." Wow, he seemed nice.

"Alright, Vince. So, you said you needed to see me?"

"Right. Well, first hand, I just wanted to know if you needed anything," Sophia shook her head, and Vince continued, "and, to give you the script for tonight's show. You will be in a storyline with Evan Bourne, aka Matt Korklan. Any questions?"

"Nope, I believe I got it."

"Good, I shall see you later then." He nodded at Sophia, and she took that as a cue to leave.

"Tonight should be fun" she thought to herself. While she as making her way to her locker room, which, she was surprised she had her own, she ran into somebody, and landed on her butt.

"Shit," she cursed. Looking up, she saw a pair of electric blue eyes peering down at her.

"Uh, are you a fan or something? Cause, ya'll aren't supposed to be back here." Aw, how cute, he had a southern accent!

"Oh, n-no, I'm Raw's newest Diva. Sophia Runnels." The brunette stuck out her hand.

"Ah, well I'm sorry. You never know who turns up back here." He chuckled slightly, while pulling her up and shaking her hand in one swift movement. "Anyways, I'm Mike Mizanin. Or, The Miz. Whichever one works."

Boy, was he cute.

"Well, thank you, Mike. I should probably go get ready for my debut tonight. See you soon?"

"Uh, yeah. I'll see you soon."

Walking down the hall, she went into her locker room. She decided it was close to nine, and her match was at nine thirty, so she should go ahead and get ready. Grabbing her blue gym bag, she changed into a green pair of short shorts, and a silver top. It was basically the same style of Kelly Kelly's. Sophia laced her silver wrestling boots, and sat on the bench to tape her wrists. As soon as she finished, she heard her iPhone ringing on the couch.

"Hello?" the brunette hesitantly answered.

"Hey Soph. Why didn't you call me when you got to the arena? Are you in your locker room? Your brother has been calling me nonstop to make sure you're okay. Alright, I'm at your door. I'm coming in." The man hung up the phone, and two seconds later, busted through the door.

"Teddy!" Sophia screamed, jumping into his arms.

"Hey, sunshine. You're looking great."

"You too, Ted. So, you said Codes has been trying to call me?"

"Yeah, I think you should call him." He stated, draping an arm around the 5'5" brunette.

Sophia walked over to the end table and got her phone. Dialing the familiar number on speed dial, she waited for her brother to answer.

"Hey Cody." She said as she heard her brother pick up.

"Oh, hey Sophia. How are you liking Raw so far?"

"It's interesting. Listen, my match is in a few minutes, so I'll call you after I get showered up afterwards, okay?"

"Sure, Soph. Be careful, and kick ass. Love you, sis." Her brother said.

"Love you too, Codes." Hanging up the phone, Sophia threw it onto the couch.

Walking over to the Million Dollar Son, she sat down on his lap.

"Are you nervous baby?" he questioned, already knowing the answer.

"Well, yeah. I guess." He kissed her forehead, while he rubbed her back.

"You'll do great, I promise." As soon as Ted said that, a stage hand knocked, opened the door, and told her she was needed in the gorilla position to get ready for her match.

Well, sorry about the shortness, but it's a start. So, tell me what you think, and I'll be happy(: