Chapter one; rough as guts and rearing to go

Disclaimer: I dont own the WWE, as much as I wish I did, Vince McMahan does, and I dont own any of the Super Stars or Diva's, I only own Leslie Taylor and Missy.

Leslie Taylor was the newest diva on WWE Raw. She was also the first ever Australian to be recruited, but seeing what diversity Drew McIntyre and Shamus had brought to the show, not to mention an increase in viewing rates recently, Vince McMahan was interested in continuing to make his company multicultural, and adding a sassy 'rough as guts' aussi gal to the diva's locker room seemed like a good move. Even he had to admit that the women's section had turned into eye candy and Barbie dolls and shitty storylines with the loss of Mickie James, Melina and Beth phoenix. However Vince didn't quite know just how much sass this girl had to give.

As she sat listening to him extol the virtues of his company, she watched him, hoping her contemptuous smirk was misconstrued as a polite smile. Vince started down a conversational path in exactly the same tone, but the ever vigilant Leslie saw a flicker of wariness in his eyes and instantly became more interested in whatever he was about to say.

Smiling now, Vince, trying to instil some confidence into his voice began his request

'I ask, as this business has a particular standard to maintain, that you dress particularly feminie whenever you're at the show or are attending any business related event' he ended smoothly.

Vince was worried at how intimidating this diva was there, was nothing particularly physically intimidating compared to divas or superstars he'd dealt with in the past yet she had some kind of confidence and coldness that made him suspect, she would, without issue, leap across the desk and beat him to a bloody pulp.

Listening to his out dated request, Leslie struggled to keep the smile on her face. Of course she would dress feminie, for god's sake, she always did except when working out, at that very moment she was wearing 4 inch heels with a pretty metallic green but professional dress on. Trying to maintain her cool, she had to do everything she could not to snap at this upstart, sexist tosser.

Glancing over at her manager or handler as Leslie thought more affectionately of her, Missy, a short squat, trainer and former kick boxing legend, she knew that Missy was no doubt feeling what she was feeling. Missy, sensing her soon to be ex-protégé gaze on her, glanced over at Leslie and looked at her, trying to steady what she knew was mostly likely burning away inside her, but also recognizing that soon she wouldn't be there to rule in Jo's anger and constant need to defend the chip on her shoulder.

'Ok so sign here, and here please Miss Taylor, and you Missy sign here, relinquishing your rights to any future success or earnings of Miss Taylor's' Vince's booming voice broke through her reverie. She leant forward and quickly scanned the document with her solicitor.

'It all seems to be in order' he muttered into her ear.

'Ok then, pass me a pen and I'll sign her soul away' Missy glanced over at her friend and winked, knowing as much as she would miss her, that this was the right place for the feisty brunette to be.

Leslie was becoming unexpectedly emotional at this clinical farewell. She knew she owed everything about her to the tough trainer since she'd taken her off the streets at sixteen and trained her to be the champion she wanted to be, but at the time had no idea how to achieve it.

'Ok' Vince's lead solicitor stood up 'Leslie, you are now a WWE Raw Diva, your contract is for a year and a half, if you do not impress Vince and the board sufficiently or gain a championship belt during that time, your contract will be terminated. Do you understand?' he questioned.

'Completely', the intimidating Australian woman replied, also standing 'however I'm sure we won't have to worry about that' sending a killer smile at the men lining the other side of the conference desk. I'll see you on Monday then I suppose Vince?

'Yes, enjoy your rest time before it all begins Leslie, I'll see to it your outfits are all in good order and send you the scripts and storyline's you may need, oh and your trademarks that we've given you so far is, rough as guts, nice and simple, do you have any problem with that Leslie?'

'Not at all, thank you Vince, gentlemen, good day'.

Now outside of the room, the ex-trainer and the newly signed diva walked towards the elevator, both fighting off strong waves of emotion. As soon as they got into the empty elevator and the doors binged shut, Missy pulled the emergency stop, pushed Leslie up against the wall and covered her mouth with hers. Shocked by this but returning her kiss all the same, they eventually just folded into each other's arms.

'I'll miss you Missy, thank you so much for what you've done for me'

'You better miss me!' the short women said, playfully cuffing her over the head 'nah you were always great, you always had talent and determination, I simply taught you how to channel it. You're going to knock the world's socks off when you debut on Monday.'

Touched, Leslie pulled her into a hug

'Now' Missy pulled herself away and shook herself, no point in getting all sentimental now, 'you better kick some arse, no going all wimpy on this show, or I'll come back and kick your arse myself, remember your not just a wrestler, but a boxer, a kick boxer, a street fighter and a talented ti kwon do artist. And you're a woman, which makes you even stronger.'

End chapter one.