Krystina Benoit had been with the World Wrestling Entertainment since she was sixteen. She could remember her watching her father wrestle backstage and desperately wanting to go help him whenever she saw him backed into a corner. In that particular match she was watching, her father, Chris Benoit was facing off against Chris Jericho. She was watching Chris Jericho placing her father into his move, The Walls of Jericho and seeing him writhe in pain she could stand it no more and ran to the ring. She ran with all her might into the ring and jumped on the turnbuckle. The crowd was cheering her on, with no idea that this should not be happening. She turned with her back towards the other wrestlers. She sailed off the turn buckle in a backflip and went over Jericho's head only to push him face first into the mat. The crowd went wild. Her father stared up at her from the floor with a look that concerned her. He didn't have a face that showed that he was grateful for the help; no he had one of complete and utter rage. He quickly took the opportunity to pin Jericho and take the win. After the referee raised his hand in victory , he grabbed her arm and lead her up the ring and backstage. As soon as he was out of the crowd's range he quickly turned on her,
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?" She sputtered,
"Daddy, I'm sorry I just got so worried that you were going to lose your match that I thought I could help…"
"HELP ME? What the fuck were you thinking? You could get me fired! Vince McMahon is very particular about the matches and you threw everything off, do you know what this means? They'll have to rewrite the scripts! What's worse, you could have been hurt!" Her father went on and on about how disappointed he was with her and how he'll have to tell her mom, her stepmother Nancy, about what she did. Suddenly a woman with long brown, curly hair appeared,
"Chris, Dad wants to see you and Krystina at the office immediately." Krystina felt her heart plummet to her stomach. Everything her father had said would happen was happening and she fully expected her father to lose the job he had worked so hard to attain because of her stupidity. Chris threw her a dark look and they both followed Stephanie to Vince McMahon's office. Krystina felt her feet get heavier with each step the closer they got to the office. She couldn't believe what she had gotten herself into. She was calling herself all the inappropriate names she could think of in the book. When they were reached the office, a very stern Vince McMahon greeted them,
"Thank you both for coming so quickly, please have a seat." Visibly shaking, Krystina did as she was told and firmly looked at her feet. She felt so shameful that she couldn't even look Mr. McMahon in the eyes, much less her father. She could feel her eyes stinging with tears and silently prayed that they wouldn't fall. After a moment of awkward silence she heard her father bark,
"Well, what do you have to say for yourself?" Krystina flinched,
"Mr. McMahon, sir, I am so sorry for what I've done. My father had nothing to do with this. I completely did this on my own and he had no idea what I was going to do. So if anyone should be punished, it should be me." She looked up to meet Mr. McMahon's eyes. His mouth formed a pout as he was shaking his head as if the apology was enough. He suddenly smiled catching the Benoits off guard,
"That was one hell of a match! And where did you learn that move? Not even my seasoned guys could have pulled that off!" If there was a God, Krystina Benoit was now a believer and had promised to head off the first Sunday she had available. Her mind couldn't comprehend what she was hearing. She looked at her father, who had a look of relief and pride on his face,
"Well you know she is a Benoit…" Krystina felt her eyes roll into the back of her head. Of course her dad would say that. He was so hypocritical he was yelling at her not fifteen minutes ago and now he was praising her? She heard her name called,
"Krystina, how would you like to become a WWE Diva?" She felt her eyebrows nearly disappear into her hairline, "I-I-I would be honored sir, it's all I ever wanted to do with my life." Vince smiled,
"Good! So how about we make a proposition, I will send you off to wrestling school for a couple of years and when you are eighteen I would like to sign you for a temporary contract and then we'll take it from there. What do you think?"
Krystina could only nod as she signed the paperwork and left the office with a grin on her face. This was her moment and no one would take that away from her.