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CHAPTER 2: BORN TO WIN.
Time had passed by pretty quick and before I knew it I was getting ready for my debut in the Diva's locker room. It was easy to see that some of the girls weren't happy to see me, afraid that I'd steal their spotlight because they didn't know what I was capable of – Maryse being the main one with an immediate hatred towards me. When I entered the room she had scoffed and barged past me with a nudge of her shoulder, heading out of the room to do God know's what. So I wasn't really off to a good start with the blonde, but I really didn't care either – my first match was against her, and I was scheduled to take the win. Now I was sat on the bench against the wall, leaning over to lace up my black wrestling boots, making sure they were tight and that the laces wouldn't come undone whilst I was working – the last thing I needed was to trip and make a fool of myself on live television during my first ever match with the WWE.
"You must be Tiffany." A husky, feminine voice brought me out of my track of thoughts, alerting me to the fact that I wasn't alone in the room; I was surrounded by a few other girls preparing for the night. I looked up to see the face of Natalya, one of the most dominant Diva's in the division.
"That's me.. And you're Natalie.. I'm a big fan of your work." I couldn't help but compliment the girl, I had been watching wrestling for years and it was her along with a few others that had taken my attention – I simply loved the power and dominance she had within the ring. I'm not going to lie, I even used the infamous sharpshooter in my own performances. I noticed a small smile spread over Natalie's lips, and I couldn't help but send one back in her direction – it would be nice to have some friends so early on in my career, or else I'd end up being the black sheep at work as well as in my family.
"Call me Nattie.." the Canadian insisted with a wave of her hand as a gesture before resting it on her hip – I took the time to notice that she was dressed in her ring gear, obviously she had a match tonight, but I hadn't had the chance to look at the schedule so I had no clue who she was up against. "It's nice to meet you, I look forward to seeing what you're like in the ring.. It's good to see something different." Judging by that statement, she was hoping that I wouldn't be as lousy as a lot of the other Diva's who had only been hired because of their appearance and past of dancing or modelling. I didn't have any of that, I went straight from studying in college and working at the local gas station to being a wrestler; no dancing, bodybuilding or modelling in my past whatsoever.
"Well, my match is up next.. I hope I can impress you." I teased with a smile as I lifted myself off the bench and gave Nattie a friendly pat on the shoulder. I think people seemed to think that I would be a horrible, stuck up bitch because of the way I looked and behaved – but I was far from it, I would only release my inner hulk if somebody really pissed me off and deserved my fury. With one last grin I left the Diva's lockeroom and began my decent towards the gorilla position where I had little less than five minutes to get into 'the zone' and mentally prepare myself for my character. Unlike other wrestlers, I hadn't gone through the trouble of deciding on a ring name, I was simply known as Tiffany – it was catchy enough the way it was, and I hadn't really felt comfortable changing it for the public. My in-ring persona was basically my alter-ego, the other side of me which I kept hidden away because I was too nice of a person to be a bitch to people.
Would it be bad if I was to say that I loved my ring attire? The style had remained the same since I first started out eight years ago, and today was no different. I wore tight-fitting, black leather pants which thankfully didn't restrict my movement at all as they had been specially designed for my use. A cropped black hooded jacket complimented my rocker bottoms, the elastic bottom hugged at my small waist, the hood up over my head with my curls hanging out either side. And beneath the jacket I wore nothing but a red bra covered by a ripped black crop top which did very little to cover me up. I didn't care if people saw me as a slut, I felt comfortable in my chosen attire, I had always been very outgoing and a bit of a rocker if I had to stereotype myself.
I went through various stretches to make sure I wouldn't cramp up in mid-match, it had happened before during my earlier years and I looked like a complete fool, so obviously I didn't want that to happen again and I had taken extra precaution to warm up ever since. Without a care of the backstage crew members watching me I dropped down to the cold ground to do a set of push-ups before jumping up to my feet and bouncing side to side on the spot as I psyched myself up. I loved this mind-set, I loved going out and performing, whether it was to a small hall consisting of a crowd of drunken men, or thousands of die-hard wrestling fans. It was my life, it was me, something I was born to do.
"And you're on in 3..2.." the voice of a crew member began and I tilted my head side to side, bouncing on my feet for the last few times before taking my mark and heading out of the curtain as my music blasted through the arena.
YEAH! THIS TIME I'MMA LET IT ALL COME OUT, THIS TIME I'MMA STAND UP AND SHOUT. I'MMA DO THINGS MY WAY, IT'S MY WAY, MY WAY OR THE HIGHWAY.
I had always been a fan of Limp Bizkit so it only felt right to use one of my favourite tracks as entrance music, it had been the same track throughout my entire career and I wasn't going to change it because I had been signed to the big leagues – not a chance.
I got this incredible buzz as I made my entrance, a small grin plastered across my lips as I strolled down the walk-way. I had never bothered with dramatic entrances with dance moves or gestures, I just pumped my chest out, looked tough and made my way to the ring. Of course there wasn't much of a demand from the crowd, but that was to be expected considering I was the new girl and they had no idea who I was. As I approached the ring I slowed down and moved my hands to rest on my hips, my grin widening as l looked up at the ring and then slowly turned my head from side to side to take a look at the thousands of viewers, from ringside to the higher levels at the top of the arena. This was the best feeling so far out of my entire career. I then jogged to the apron and jumped up so that I could hook my right foot on the edge and hold onto the middle rope to quickly tug myself to my feet, higher off the ground, and onto the WWE ring for the first time.
The crowd probably didn't know this, but my wrestling moves varied quite a lot, I was a high-flyer as well as being a master of submissions and brutal fighting. To demonstrate what I was potentially capable of, I crouched and leant backwards whilst pulling on the top rope as you would with a sling-shot or a bow and arrow, before jumping where I twisted my legs over the top rope and landed on my feet within the ring. I then finished my entrance by swinging my hands up quickly into the air with my index fingers pointing into the air before dropping my hands back to my side as my opponent made her way to the ring.
As she made her entrance I busied myself with some more pre-match preparation, jumping from side to side on my toes, tilting my head from side to side and rolling my shoulders. And before I knew it Maryse was in the ring and taking off her jacket, which only acted as a prop, just like mine. And so I followed by unzipping my own cropped hoodie, tugging it off and throwing it over the ropes which gained a cheer and whistles from the crowd – I couldn't help but grin a little, clearly I had made some admirers and potentially, a new fan base.
"Introducing first, from Chicago Illinois, weighing one hundred and thirty-five pounds.. Tiffany!" Justin Roberts announced me and I threw up my hands in the same way as I did in my entrance, gaining quite a lot of cheers from the crowd. And yes, I was aware of the fact that I was from the same area as CM Punk. "And her opponent.. from Montreal, Quebec, Canada.. weighing one hundred and twenty-six pounds.. Maryse!" surprisingly, the blonde gained quite a few boo's and sounds of disapproval – maybe I was going to get along better with the WWE universe than I originally thought.
The match got off to a good start, we both had a good hold of the match and neither one of us seemed to be getting the upper hand, but as the intensity grew and time began to run out, I gradually built up my momentum gaining complete control of the match which seemed to be pleasing the crowd. It was time to hit Maryse with my signature move, she had me sat up on the turnbuckle and was about to run at me before I lifted my foot and caught her in the shoulder. And as she leant against me to keep herself from falling I twisted my arm around her neck and propelled away from the turnbuckle, performing my tornado DDT. I was surprised by the intense reaction it received from the WWE universe, they were going mad!
We had now reached the climax of the match, Maryse was struggling to get up from the mat and as soon as she was on her feet, wobbling from side to side I prepared myself for my finishing move. I ran at her and hooked my arm around the back of her neck to support the back of her head as I brought her down into what could be called a reverse RKO. It was the same, the only difference being that I ran at them and brought them down onto their back opposed to their front. I twisted onto my knees with a massive grin and crawled over to Maryse and covered her..
"ONE.. TWO.. THREE!" the crowd chanted along with the sound of the ref hitting the mat with the palm of his hand. And there you have it – my first win with the WWE. My music blasted through the stadium immediately and after I kicked up from the ground without so much as having to use my hands for support my arm was stretched as the ref lifted my hand into the air to celebrate my win.
"Here's your winner.. Tiffany!" Justin Roberts exclaimed over the sound of the music and the cheers from the audience. I was on such a high from the atmosphere it was unbelievable. I lifted my free hand up to push my hair away from my face, a huge grin still planted on my face as I dropped my hand from the refs to look down at the disorientated Maryse. I walked backwards as I stared at my victim before turning around to take precaution as I made my exit from the ring, climbing through the ropes and dropping to my feet on ground. Once I passed through the curtain I was greeted by a waiting Nattie, either she was waiting for me or waiting for a match, obviously I was left to assume that it was the latter. Why would she wait to congratulate me?
"Wow! I'm impressed!" had Nattie really just complimented me? OMG, OMG, FANGIRL MOMENT.
"Thank you so much.. It was so amazing, being out there.." I responded, a little breathless due to the intensity of the match, I'll have you know.
"You did a great job.. I left my number for you on your bag in the locker room so be sure to get in touch and we'll go out for lunch some time. I'd love to get to know our newest Diva a little better!" the enthusiasm in her voice was completely obvious and I couldn't help but smile.
"Sure thing.. I should get going, I need to clean myself up." And with that I made my departure from the gorilla, a smile on my face throughout my journey through the corridors of the backstage area of the arena. And my mood only increased further when I got word of the fact that my match wouldn't be the only match I would be competing in tonight, apparently.. I would be making my first appearance in one of Randy's matches with Legacy at ringside. I was scheduled to distract the opponent, and even give Legacy a chance to pull some illegal moves by distracting the ref. Would It be a bad thing to say that I'm actually very, very excited? Time to prove to Randy that I'm worth a shot with Legacy and that he needs to show me some respect.
