Title: The Strength of a Woman

Plot: Meghan Stevenson, an up and coming diva, falls in love with a womanizing superstar and teaches him what it means to be stron.

Pairing: Chris Jericho/OC

Disclaimer: I only own Meghan.

"Real power is usually unspectacular, a simple setting aside of fear that allows the free flow of love. But it changes everything." – Martha Beck.

Prologue

As a child I was always afraid of myself. I was smart, to smart for my own only was I smart but I was strong. For a while I hated what I was. I never fit in with any of the groups at school. I was smart so I didn't really fit in with the jocks but I played sports so the geeks wouldn't have me. In fact, it wasn't until I met a complete stranger that I learned to fit in.

Maybe, I'm getting ahead of myself. My names Meghan Stevenson, I'm 19 and I'm from Anchorage. I'm not beautiful, though my closest friend Tyson always tells me I am. I like to think of myself as a normal girl though my friend Natalya tells me that I'm anything but.

Anyway, back to my story, I didn't like who I was and a stranger helped me to fit in. I was sitting on a park bench with my biology notebook in hand when this guy came and sat down next to me. We were silent for a long time before he said, "Biology huh?"

"Yeah, I've got my final tomorrow." I nodded.

"I always hated biology," the guy laughed, "So, what are you doing studying on a nice day like today? Shouldn't you be hanging out with your friends?"

"What friends?" I asked, "I don't have any."

"You sound like me at your age. Here," he handed me two tickets, "come see my show tonight. Bring your parents by to because I would like to talk to them."

"Whatever you say dude." I laughed taking the tickets. He left and I finally looked away from my biology notebook. I was holding two tickets to Monday Night Ray. And walking away from where I was sitting was Brett "The Hitman" Hartt.

After my parents and I saw the show, I went backstage with them. We passed every locker room imaginable from KoKo B. Ware to Greg "The Hammer" Valentine. Finally we made it to Mr. Hartt's locker room where Brett was outside waiting for us. I smiled at him, "Mr. Hartt," I extended my hand for a hand shake.

"Ms…you know, I never did overhear your name." he said shaking my hand.

"Call me Meghan."

"So you two are this girls parents?" he asked.

"I'm Oscar Stevenson, this is my wife Ellen. You told our daughter you'd like to takl to us?"

"Yes, you see my father Stu and two of my brothers run a wrestling school in Canada. Recently, we've seen a drop in female enrollments. I was wondering if you would be willing to let your daughter attend."

My eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. I turned, "Mom, dad…can I?"

My father looked at my mother and pulled her aside. I remember them talking for what seemed like the longest time as my heart fluttered in my chest. Finally they stepped back over. "On one exception. If her grades fall beneath a C+ average then she comes back. And I'll be going with her." My mom said.

And that was that. I was an official member of Stu Hartt's Dungeon and I finally had the one thing that my life had been lacking. I had purpose.

At first life at The Dungeon was hard. I wasn't as strong as the other girls so I still had a lot of catching up to do. But as time marched on I grew stronger and it wasn't long before I had my first real friend.

We were running push-up drill with Stu when the boy next to me smiled, trying to impress me. He was one of the newer recruits and I had been there for about four months. I'm not easily impressed by charming smiles so I focused on the drills. But out of the corner of my eye, I could see him still trying to get my attention. So after my push-ups, I walked to the water cooler only to be followed by the guy. "May I help you?" I asked in a sweetly feminin tone.

"Hey baby. The names Tyson Kidd. Wanna train with me baby?"

I batted my eyelashes, "Sure studd." This kid was easy to pull a fast one on.

We walked to the giant ring in the center of the room and stepped in. I started out acting like I couldn't hold my own but after a few minutes I saw the move I was going for. He pushed me to the ropes, which I bounced off of, and I landed a hard forearm to his chest which sent him to the matt. "First rule of The Dungeon Kidd. Don't judge a book by his cover." I offered a hand to help him up and he took it. We smiled at each other. "Wanna go again?"

"Wouldn't want it any other way!"
Natalya came a few years later. Turns out I wasn't the only girl at The Dungeon that Ty had his eyes on.