I was in no mood to talk. As we neared the arena butterflies had taken a tight hold on my stomach. All of my effort and all of my will power had to be put to maintaining a cool exterior. It was exhausting. We arrived at the gates of the Lakeside Arena, and fans flocked around the car hoping to catch a glimpse of whoever was inside. I lowered my head not wanting to disappoint them. I'm sure I felt Phil accelerate.

Getting out of the car my head span. I had to steady myself on the hood. Breathe in and breathe out. Breathe in, and breathe out. Phil's arm wrapped round my waist, he kissed the side of my forehead.

"You'll be great. Come on."

Phil and I had been seeing each other for the past six months. I'd been travelling with the Raw roster for eight since four of the Diva's had ended up on the injury list in quick succession. One night he offered me a lift back to the hotel, the lift begat a drink (non-alcoholic of course), and the drink begat a kiss good night. After that everything had moved so quickly with the intensity of a hurricane. We had moved from meeting up with each other after shows, to him helping me with my wrestling, to travelling together, to staying together while on tour.

As Phil guided me through the labyrinth of corridors and towards the ring I began comparing Lakeside Arena to the mish-mash of theatres, sports halls, and holiday camps I had become accustomed to with house shows. It was different. It was huge. It was TV, and in that respect I was still a virgin. Phil covered my eyes, walked me through the curtains and towards the ring. Getting into the ring with my eyes clothes wasn't particularly easy but after being manoeuvred to its centre and swallowing the view I had to admit that it was worth it. Even without the fans, ten thousand seats is some sight. I felt exhilarated, I felt sick. Phil came up behind me and whispered in my ear.

"Looks pretty cool huh? Right here. This is what you've worked for"

"I think my legs have stopped working"

"It's gonna be awesome"

I slipped out of the ring and found my seat. The spot from which I'd spend the majority of my debut. I was running interference that evening, saving the face in peril. I thought Phil was going to join me but he was distracted by the arrival of Abigail Hope my nemesis for the night, and one of Phil's best friends.

"Hey."

She kissed his cheek, his hand lingered around her waist just a little too long for my liking. She turned to me.

"You must be Lucy, I've heard a lot about you" she beamed coming over to me and greeting me as she had him. "I'm Abigail. It's great to finally meet you."

Abigail had been in a motorcycle accident. Nothing too serious but she had been restricted to TV appearances in the short term. I'd heard so much about her. Massively respected. One of the last few divas to have done the circuit, to have travelled the world for her art. And she could talk. The full package. All I could say? "I'm a huge fan." Her smile widened revealing perfect white teeth. If she was embarrassed for me, she managed to hide it well.

"Thank you" she replied "I've heard some really good stuff about you too. You're impressing all of the right people. How're you feeling?"

"I'm fine", I lied.

"That's good. I didn't sleep for a week before my first TV appearance", she moved to a whisper "It's ok to be nervous. If you need anything just let me know." With that, and an "I'll catch you later Punk" she turned and left. I watched Phil watch her walk away. For a second it felt good to know that in six hours time I'd be hitting her back with a steel chair.

And six hours might as well have been six seconds. I was sitting in a capacity crowd, and the diva's match had come to an end. Abigail had demanded the microphone and was in the middle of the ring cutting an amazing promo. Eve Torres was lying on the floor at her feet.

"This is it? This is the best that the WWE can offer me in the name of competition. I mean where is my incentive to stay? What is my motivation?"

She kicked Eve in the ribs.

"For weeks I've been calling out Beth Phoenix asking her, begging her for a match. Pleading with her to bring some fire back into my belly. I need a challenge, I need something. So please, Beth, get out into this ring and face me."

She slid out of the ring and grabbed a steel chair. I couldn't keep my leg still I was so excited. Back in the ring, chair in one hand mic in the other she reissued her challenge.

"You see I have tried to do this properly. I've tried to be nice. But the time for politeness has passed. So now, get in this ring or I will end her career". That was my cue. I stood and ran to the barrier. "Get into the ring or I will break her." She dropped the microphone, I jumped the barrier and dived into the ring just as she raised the chair above her head. She was about to bring it down on Eve's inert body. I snatched the chair from out of her hands, she turned and feigned surprise at seeing me. I kneed her in the stomach, she bent double, I slammed the chair on her back, and she fell to her knees. I tossed the chair to the floor and pulled Eve out of the ring supporting her to the back stage area. And that was it. Over in a flash, and error free.

Relief swept through me, followed by euphoria, followed by an extra dose of relief. Phil and Mike were waiting for me. Phil wrapped his arms around me "First of all. Wow. That was amazing." Mike chipped in "Your timing was perfect."

Adrenaline pumped though my veins, I wanted to say something smart, something clever. "I…" I struggled to catch my breath. "I was so sure I was going to screw up. That was brilliant. I want to do it again." I turned and walked into Abigail's arms. She hugged me warmly, and then held my shoulders. "That's a buzz yeah? We have to celebrate. Hotel bar? Very good by the way. I have to go and get changed." And with that she left, Eve in tow. Mike's music hit and he vanished behind the curtains. Phil stoked my face "You did good, I'm proud of you." He kissed me, and the rest of the world faded to black. I rested my head against his and allowed myself to get swept up in what was at that point the most perfect moment of my life. Contentment.

I got the first phone call that evening. I was waiting in the car for Phil when my phone vibrated. An unknown number.

"Hello?"

"Nobody wants you here. Just leave before something bad happens."

The phone went dead.