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Chapter 2

"1…2…3!" Celeste eyes focused on the bright lighting in the arena as her opponent Kaitlyn rolled off of her and helped her get back onto her feet. Clapping caught her attention as she looked for the source. "Good job girl! I'm proud of you! You are meeting all my expectations and then some!" Cameron offered a wide smile and gave her a thumbs up sign and then turned it upside down, suggesting a dislike.

Celeste didn't know whether to be embarrassed by her performance or run up there and beat Cameron's ass just because it was a Saturday. Turning away from that train wreck her attention fell on her trainer Daniel Bryan who shook his head in disappointment. He looked like a reject from an Amish village with all that shaggy hair on his head and face. Sensing the man WWE Superstars and fans affectionately call "Goatface" was about to get in her ass about that terrible performance, she tried to make a hasty retreat out of the ring.

He called after her as she headed up the ramp towards the backstage area. She didn't need him to tell her she just delivered her worst run through wrestling match ever. That match took her back to what it was like the first day she had ever learned to wrestle. Her primary purpose was to make newcomer Kaitlyn look like she was powerful and could command the ring. Celeste only managed to look as clumsy and confused as Kaityln normally did. Her timing was unusually off, her execution of the moves were atrocious, and could cause harm not just to her but to Kaitlyn as well. With performances like that she would have easily made the spring cleaning list if she hadn't already handed in her resignation.

He finally caught up to her at top of the ramp and grabbed her shoulder, making her face him. "What the hell is going on with you Celeste? You're wrestling like this is Wrestling 101 and your testing on cliff notes," he softly growled chastising her.

Celeste avoided his stare as she snatched her arm out of his care. "Nothing Daniel. I just have a lot on my mind and my concentration just wasn't there for the run through, but I'll pull it together for the show tonight."

She quickly headed for the backstage area when he caught up to her, "When you're head isn't in the game you pose a danger not just to you but to whoever you're in the ring with. When Kaitlyn jumped through the ropes you were supposed to catch her. If you had been just one more step to the right, you would have completely missed her and she could've gotten seriously hurt."

Celeste's soft brown eyes turned icy as she chuckled, "You don't have to keep disciplining me like I'm your kid Dan. I wasn't an extra step off and I caught her. She's walking around perfectly to trip over her own two feet and run into the ring posts on her own accord another day. It's over for me anyway."

Daniel searched her face looking for some explanation of her negativity, something not normally in her nature. "I resigned...All I'm waiting for is management to approve my release. Maybe then, I can put this childhood dream of being a wrestler to an end and move onto getting a real life. Thank you so much for everything you've done, but this is a done deal."

She walked off again only to have Daniel catch up and block her path. She took one step right, he did too. She took a step to her left only to have him block her once again and gave her a stern look asking for more of an explanation.

"I'm done trying to be a wrestler. I've spent 5 years of my life toiling in the indies trying to learn my wrestling craft only to make it to FCW developmental for the last 2 years just to stay there indefinitely. They've got people on the roster like Kaitlyn who have no clue what they're doing in the ring, but because they have the look they get to move forward. She along with Cameron can't even act right outside of the ring getting arrested and getting DUI's!"

Running her hand through her dark, black locks she continued on, "Do you know what this experience feels like? This is like some 80s movie where the WWE is the next door neighbor boy who wants to date everyone but me. "

Celeste threw up her hand and began using her slender fingers to number off the reasons of how wrestling relates to an 80's John Hughes movie. "I'm the good friend that listens to him and comes through in a pinch. He has his eyes on every other girl, but still fails to see me. He fails to see I'm the one pining for him and giving him my all, but he still doesn't see me."

"Celeste! Do you really think I'm what they want? I can guarantee I'm not! Every time I walk by the owner of this company,.Vince McMahon I can just hear the wheels in his head how a son of a bitch like me is even in his company! They've called me short, told me I have zero personality, a troll, even a goatface, but I kept on anyway! I'm supposed to be here because I'm that... damn...good and you are too! You are one of their best wrestlers-no matter if it is a man or a woman! You are beautiful, have charisma, you are a hard worker! They don't believe we're supposed to be here, but we have to show them we're just as good as their poster boys and girls who are here!"

Shaking her head in disbelief, she struggled to keep her tears in check, but one made it down her ever-reddening cheek. "Here I am doing EVERYTHING right and I get nothing but to wrestle dark matches. I don't get to get on any shows, not even Superstars on the WGN Network in the wee hours of a Saturday morning! I'm not enough! I'm just not enough in their eyes and for that, I'm just done with it! Done!" She stalked off into the Divas dressing room, somewhere she knew he couldn't go.

Daniel banged on the door in frustration that his prize wrestling pupil was throwing in the towel. He understood her feelings and had been there himself, not being what the WWE wanted but he pushed on. No one ever thought he would come as far as he did, becoming one half of the Tag Team Champions. He pulled on his long beard trying to think of how to make her stay as he walked away. A figure stepped from the shadows having heard the entire conversation.

Within the office of Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley

Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley the Billionaire Princess of the company mulled over the resignation letter of one Celeste Michaels. Normally, she signed off on release letters without any thought, but this was different. Stephanie scouted her and pursued her because she heard so many things about her on the indie circuit. When Stephanie saw her for herself, she became inspired. Many of the Divas on the current roster were former fitness models or cheerleaders who had the same petite, cookie cutter looks that were rampant in all the mens' magazines with their implants and extensions. Celeste reminded her of the television character Xena. She was tall, sexy, confident, and looked like she could play with the big boys—an element the WWE hadn't seen since the 90s.

When Celeste entered a room, she commanded everyone's attention. She had a stage presence and was already way ahead in the wrestling department than the majority of Divas on their current roster. Stephanie personally signed Celeste and assured her she was safe with her and her family's company. Stephanie made it sound like she was really going to change the Women's Wrestling Division and start treating it with respect and attention.

Somewhere along the line, Stephanie forgot about her promises. Actually, her husband took over the Diva's division as her father thought it would be in the best interest of the company to give him free reign of the division and have her focus her talents in the creative area to attempt to bolster ratings. It was no walk in the park heading up the creative department and writing storylines for her family's company. Not to mention being a mother to 3 girls and the wife of the soon to be owner of her father's company in the near future. With all those fires going, it was too easy to let a flame or two burn out.

Over the last year, the company lost so many of their wrestlers' male and female, but the female division was in shambles as Diva after Diva left, and were never replaced. No further development was initiated for the Diva division and their on air matches were relegated to 5 minutes with just one set of Divas wrestling. Ten of their female wrestlers either were victims of spring cleaning, jumped ship for greener pastures, or got pregnant.

Her husband Hunter, promised he would turn the division around, and bring back the type of Divas that ran rampant when he was in his wrestling heyday. Stephanie wanted to recreate the division so it could be something their daughters could be proud of and aspire to-all little girls really. She didn't want it to be a jiggle fest, but she wanted "her" Divas to be the complete package: Beautiful, articulate, charismatic, hard working, and talented.

A knock at the door disrupted her thoughts and her sparkling blue eyes narrowed in on the party standing at her door. "Paul Heyman…Please come in," she gestured for him to sit as she put away the letter.

A portly, middle-aged man eased in and sat in the plush leather chair in the immaculate office. "What brings you into my office today?"

A smirk came appeared on his face, "Well Stephanie, a little bird tells me that another one of your Divas is trying to resign. You have yet another talent on your hands that you've let drown in development much like you've done with so many other talents that will remain nameless."

A sly smile eased upon Stephanie's lips, "Now Paul, I know it's been a while since we've had any interactions, but I see I'm going to have to remind you to take a second look at whom you are talking to. Mind…your…fucking…tongue and let this be the LAST time we have to have this conversation about your lame ass attempts at disrespecting me."

The smile fell from his face as he humbled himself and apologized for his transgression.

"Now…continue with your business today Paul," she calmly spoke as she settled into her plush chair with her blue eyes ablaze and fixated on Paul.

"Yes, well I have it from a good source you have one talent in the Diva's division that is trying to leave but you should do everything you can to keep her in your organization."

Nodding in agreement, "I agree but I'm still not seeing what Celeste Michaels has to do with you. Since when do you have anything to do with the Divas anyway?"

Paul put up his hands to stop her so he could respectfully interject. "I believe we can use her as additional momentum for the Shield as well as to generate some interest in the Diva's division." Scratching his chin, he continued to speak, "Bring her up on the main roster...to Raw and make her the 4th member of the Shield."

Stephanie held a hand up, "The Dirt Sheets and The WWE Universe are already speculating about a fourth member to the group. This will not come as a surprise to anyone."

"But they are NOT expecting the fourth member to be an unknown,untested female. They will expect a known male wrestler. Plus, the Shield is getting a lot of heat and I think she could strive in a faction like that. In fact, give her to me and let me work with her. She could strive under my tutelage and guidance. She has so much natural ability and has been trainable so far. I think just putting her in the Divas' division in its current state, without the Shield storyline is a pardon my French, a shitty idea…with all due respect."

Stephanie laughed unexpectedly, "I guess I could always depend on your abrasive, yet truthful opinions. Since you seem to be such a champion for her Paul this will be your project. Talk to her and see what you can do to get her to rip up her resignation letter."

As Paul began to exit her office, her annoying voice stopped him in mid exit "Please know that if this doesn't work out, you know you can expect hell to come to town and the sad thing is I am the least of your worries if this doesn't work.

He gave a casual smirk as he headed to locate Ms. Michaels to board the Shield train.

Taking out his Iphone, he made a quick call, "Daniel it's done. Stephanie's willing to put her on the main roster under my direction. I just have to get her to agree." With that, he ended his call and mentally patted himself on the back, pleased with himself he would get the chance to help another indie bust into the WWE and make the WWE eat crow.

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