Memphis Kramer made her way through the back of the XL Center in Hartford, Connecticut. Straight from the WWE offices in Stamford, the black ink was still dry on the contract she had just finalized. It was a life long dream that had just come true and she had earned it. Her dream had always been to work for Vince McMahon and the world's most infamous sports entertainment brand but her life had almost taken a different turn. She had grown up in Orlando, Florida and had always been a professional wrestling fan for as long as she could remember. Always athletic, she had been an avid participant in every sport from field hockey to basketball to volleyball. She loved anything physical and had excelled in it. After high school, she had gone to college on a full scholarship to Florida State University. Afterwards, she had pursued a law degree at Washington and Lee in Virginia. Shortly after graduation, she had relocated to Long Island where she had gone to work at a firm that specialized in environmental law. It was a career and the money was good but it wasn't what Memphis wanted to do with her life. Her heart and soul was elsewhere, still with the dream she'd had ever since she was a kid. Against the advice of her colleagues, friends, family and her own better judgement, she had left her promising law career to pursuse her true passion.

She went to whatever Indy federation would give her the time of day. Most laughed in her face, slammed the door or both but Memphis was determined. She traveled as far as Mexico to gain all the experience she could. She worked for sometimes less that $20.00 a show and after a year on the circuit traveling all over, with her savings account diminishing as fast as her hope, she finally received the call she had been waiting for, the one she never thought would come. She had made a name for herself and that name had gotten back to the WWE headquarters. The Man himself, Vincent McMahon had heard of her and he was interested. It was unique…different and he was constantly evolving his brand. Memphis Kramer would be just what the company needed.

It had all happened so fast. A few scouts from Talent Relations had come out to take a look at her in action. Impressed, they had reported back to Corporate and after viewing several more of her tapes, Memphis had been invited to an in person meeting. She had tried to make the best impression possible and after three agonizing weeks without any word, finally good news came. She was in. Early on a Saturday morning, a shiny, black Lincoln had showed up outside her modest rental home and whisked her away to Stamford. Waiting for her were a few of the corporation's executives followed by an attorney appointed to help her sort out the details of the contract. For Memphis, there was nothing to sort out. This was what she wanted, what she had been waiting for. She scrawled her name on the pages and just minutes later was back in the car headed to Hartford. A house show was starting that night at 8 p. Memphis was on the card.

She didn't have time to be nervous…the moment was too surreal.

Flashing her newly acquired credentials, she made her way backstage to the private area where she was to get ready. Her head turned to the right to see if the room she had just passed was where she was supposed to be. In doing so she had failed to pay much attention to what was in front of her or rather who. She slammed into something that felt like a mack truck but it wasn't. Grimmacing, she looked up to see six foot four inches, 245 pounds of pure steel. A pair of icy blue eyes stared down at her, lips pursed into a permanent scowl.

Their eyes met and she got a glance of what had just happened. It was her first run in with a WWE Superstar. Standing in front of her was the man known as the Viper, the World Champion, the third generation phenomenon known as Randy Orton. Memphis tried to never miss a RAW or Smackdown televised event. She was well aware of who the man was that she had just clumsily bumped into.

"Hey," she said awkwardly after a few seconds of him just staring at her. "Are you okay?"

He looked her over, up and down, twice to be exact.

"You really should watch where you're going."

Memphis was slightly taken aback. She was a fan, one of those fans who followed the gossip on the Internet dirt sheets. It was no secret that Randy Orton had a reputation backstage. In real life he was a lot like his character…aggressive, ruthless, and cold. If she ever had to wonder if the rumors were true, the answer was frowning right in front of her.

"Excuse me?" she asked in disbelief.

He stepped closer, his stance becoming more towering and threatening by the second. She recognized that move, it was the same one he used night after night on television to frighten and intimidate his opponents.

"You heard what I said," speaking slow and deliberate in a deep tone. "Watch where you're going."

"It was an accident," she tried to explain.

"Yeah? Well accidents wouldn't happen if you paid more attention."

Memphis chewed the inside of her lip. She was a female making her way up the ladder of an entirely male dominated business. She had been discriminated against before. Some of the ribs directed towards her were slightly more vicious and humiliating than the ones directed towards her male counterparts. She expected some backlash but an accidental run in during her first five minutes in the arena her first night on the job, had taken a sudden turn.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't let it happen again."

The last thing she wanted to do was cause problems or make waves but she had met a lot of Randy Orton types in her day. They were bullies and the only way to ensure any peace was to stand up to him and let him know that it was not okay to run over her.

"Look, I'm sorry I bumped into you, okay? It was an accident and it was my fault but that doesn't give you the right to be a jerk to me. You act like it's World War III or some other tragedy. I barely bumped you and believe me, I think I took the brunt of most of the force. It's not that big of a deal, can we just drop it?"

Randy's face tightened. It was clear that he was not used to people standing up to him like that. He clenched his fists and the veins on his long, tattoed arms bulged. If he was good looking on TV, that sentiment could be multiplied times ten in person. The angrier he got, the better looking he got, and fuming as he engaged in a staring contest with the company's newest employee, he was looking pretty hot.

"Who the hell are you?" he demanded.

A pang of fear and nerves washed over Memphis. This was not how her first night was supposed to start. But she was too far into it now. She couldn't turn back or show any signs of backing down.

"Who are you?" she shot back.

That trademark smirk appeared over his thin, sexy lips.

"Are you serious right now? I'm Randy Orton."

She nodded.

"Memphis Kramer and I work here," she flashed her bag. "Not how I expected my first night to begin but things happen, I guess."

He folded his massive arms.

"You're a wrestler…no, let me guess, eye candy, a new Diva, right?"

Memphis felt a wave of heat flush across her face. The WWE employed some of the most beautiful women in the world as Divas. It was kind of flattering that he would even consider she could be in the same category as those women.

"No. Actually, I'm…"

"Never mind," he cut her off. "It's not important anyway. It's your first day and judging by your attitude, you won't be around here too much longer. In the meantime, watch yourself."

With that, he brushed past her, his broad and muscular shoulder nearly knocking her off balance. Stunned, Memphis could only stand there. She had always dreamed of working for the WWE and what her first night would be. Now she had a taste of it and it had left behind a bitter flavor in her mouth.

"Ah, Ms. Kramer. I see you've made it."

Memphis instantly stood a little taller. It was Vince McMahon approaching her.

"Mr. McMahon…hi. Um, it's nice to see you again, sir. I, I wasn't expecting you."

"I come to all the house shows in Connecticut and the surrounding areas and I travel to every Monday night RAW."

"Really? I didn't know."

"This is my baby and I like to stay involved. I don't do too many on air appearances these days but I'm always watching. I built this company from the ground up. The talent is what makes the WWE. I only hire the best, what is appealing to the WWE Universe. When my stars rise it is a direct reflection on me…when my stars fail, I fire them," he grinned. "Because that is also a direct reflection on me. Anything with my name on, I take very seriously."

Memphis swallowed hard. She couldn't tell if he was joking or being serious but she was interested in finding out.

"I see," she managed to say.

"Do you feel prepared for your match tonight?" he asked.

A smile crept to her lips.

"I am. It's exciting. I can't wait. And the Main Event at that. I was kind of shocked, I wasn't expecting that."

"It's a house show, non televised, but still very important. It's basically a chance for me to see what you're really made of. I've seen you in the Indys and I was quite impressed. But this is not the Indys, Miss Kramer. This is the WWE, the big leagues. If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere. Tonight is sink or swim."

"I know," she said, the bundle of nerves tightening in her stomach.

"I don't want to scare you by any means. I want you to do well and I believe you will. If I didn't have that intuition or faith, I wouldn't have hired you. You'll be fine tonight."

"Thank you, sir."

"Go ahead, get ready, get familiar with your surroundings, mingle…have you met any of the talent yet?"

"Yeah," she made a face. "Randy Orton."

Vince smiled.

"That was an experience, I'm sure. Anyway, have a good night and I will see you after the show."

She nodded and scurried off to get ready. Her heart pounded as she changed into her ring attire. Standing in front of the full length mirror, she pulled her chestnut brown hair into a bun. She put on eyeliner and masacar and a coat of lip gloss. She was about to make her debut in front of thousands of people and it was now or never.

The show started and she listened in from backstage. It was a three hour show with a brief intermission halfway through. As the clock ticked down, Memphis found herself getting more and more nervous. Eventually she found herself head first in a nearby trash can but she quickly brushed her teeth and refrshed her makeup. Once the nerves were out of the way, she was ready to go. She stepped out into the Gorilla and waited.

"The following match is your Main Event," Howard Finkel spoke into the microphone as the fans cheered. "The contest is set for one fall…"

That was her cue. A PA ushered her out and Memphis made her way down the ramp. The fans had never seen her before and they whispered and looked on with curiosity. She strolled with confidence and hopped up onto the apron, slipping through the bottom two ropes before the Fink had the chance to hold the ropes for her. She stood in the middle of the ring and waited. The nerves were gone. She was in her element.

"…Introducing first, from Dublin Ireland, the challenger, weighing in at 272 pounds and standing six foot six inches tall, Sheamus!"

His music played and the pale but handsome Irishman made his way down the aisle to the frenzied boos of the WWE Universe. He stepped into the ring and looked over at Memphis. He gave a confused look, then a shrug but quickly melted back into character.

"…And his opponent, from St. Louis Missouri, he is the WWE Champion, the Viper, Randy Orton!"

The lights dimmed and "Voices" began to play. As Memphis stared at the man approaching her for the second time that night, chills rushed through her body. He sauntered to the ring admist the cheers and walked around before making his way to the ropes and standing in that classic RKO pose. As the lights came back on and he walked to the center of the ring, his eyes met Memphis'. The shock on his face almost made her giggle. He couldn't believe it but his disdain from earlier was still evident.

"Not exactly a Diva or a wrestler but close enough, right?" she whipered to him.

Now it was her time to smirk.

"And making her debut tonight, officiating the Main Event, is WWE's newest referee, Memphis Kramer."

The crowd slowly cheered and the bell rang as Memphis took her position. Things were about to get interesting.