A/N: Hey guys! Chapter 3 already! As any writer I love to read reviews*hint hint*. Feedback would be great!

For some odd reason this chapter was a bit tough for me to write. I had a tons of routes I could take that story and it was hard to decide just one XP. But the night is young!

This chapter is rated M for some mature language (just to be safe). :D

After signing the release forms, I was ready to go. I separated from J.R. and Evan to go to the Women's locker room to change into my ring gear. Even the arena was under the "spare no expense" mantra of McMahon. The lockers weren't "jammy" like the ones back in high school. Everything was shined, polished, new, and good to go! Icy-cold water bottles were placed neatly in a round table near the exit. The floors was the type of waxed wood that you saw on basketball courts, and a ceiling fan hung from the roof. Last but not least, and my personal favorite part, there was a metal chest about the size of a bookshelf that was a treasure trove of ring gear. Since I wasn't professional yet, I didn't have any custom made stuff, so J.R. just told me to pick from. my newly dubbed "Treasure Trove of Ring Gear."

While no good fashion statements come in a hurry, in my rush of time I had throw together a quick ensemble of a black tank top and gray shorts with a white hem. Fortunately, I had wore my boots on the way here. I laced up them up, and made sure I did my "good-luck" double knotting of the laces.

I had remembered Evan's little pep talk from earlier.

"The energy is phenomenal, it's like a drug!" Evan comforted.

"I've never worked a sold-out crowd before. Especially, not when everyone's sober in the audience." I joked trying desperately to relieve the tension.

I had to let out a little chuckle. Laughter was therapeutic, especially in times like this. My heart started racing again with the thump thump sound. This time it was probably worst then all those times before...combined. I wrung my wrists in anticipation.

"Relax, take a breathe." His eyes were solemn when he looked at me. I obeyed and took in a heavy breathe. "You can do this! I've worked in the Indies before too, I speak from personal experience." He flashed a bright, toothy grin.

"Are you training to be a life coach?" I tried another joke as that grasping feeling in my stomach slowly started to calm.

"Would you buy my DVDs?"

"Do you take American Express?" I retorted as I gave him a pat on the back for playing along.

I was doing some jogging-in-place exercise as I stood behind the curtain that lead to the sold out Oracle Arena in San Francisco. I could hear the sold-out arena on the other side of the curtain. It was clamorous and thundering, but most importantly it was energetic.

There was already another tall blonde female sitting in a make-up chair . She was at least five foot eight, with a curvy and undeniably sexy figure. She was wearing a robe over her ring gear. Her top had, in bold letters, Maryse written on it. She was stretching out her arms with a bored expression on her face. Her make up artist was circling her making sure the eye shadow complimented the lighting, while simultaneously putting on some last-minute blush on her. The frightened, make-up girl nervously handed Maryse a mirror, while she braced for the diva's approval.

"Are you serious? That is way too much eye shadow, do you think I should look like a panda?" Maryse barked at the poor make-up artist.

I had actually felt bad for her. The young girl scrambled to find some concealer to cover up her 'mistake'.

"Ladies, perfect! You're both on time!" I looked in the direction of the voice. It was the same lady in the arena earlier, she still had her Dodgers cap on.

"Good evening, Erin!" Maryse was surprisingly bubbly all of a sudden as she jumped outta the chair to greet Erin.

"Cassie Summers right? I just heard about you from Ace." Erin was checking something off on her clip board.

"Yup, that's me." I rubbed my elbows in anticipation.

"Erin Merellis, Executive Stage Director." She stressed the executive stage director. "Ace want you two to face off tonight for Cassie's tryout." Erin's eyes never left the clipboard as if she was reading off of a script.

"Erin, why is Ace using me in a tryout match?" Maryse had a 'hurt' look on her face. I stared at her with a look of amusement.

"Maryse, Ace requested you for this, plus you have a title shot later tonight so if I were you, I'd stop trying to piss of management." Erin snapped right back. This woman was not going to be intimidated.

Maryse shot a scowl at demeanor did a complete 360, she was no longer bubbly or happy. She looked down, offended and began tapping her foot on the floor impatiently. She crossed her arms over her chest, and looked at me with a spiteful stare. Maryse had seemed embarrassed. The french diva tried to stare me down, to find someway to intimidate me. She thought I was new to the business.

I laughed at her fruitless attempt to frighten me. I was not scared. This blonde with an attitude is nothing compared to the late nights at the bar, or the gymnasiums with poor air conditioning. I was ready to fight, and no one was ever going to change that. Evan was right. Five years of training all leading up to one match. It was motivation enough for me. She was going down.

I was reading her movements. Man! Did she look pissed or what? I laughed as Maryse frustratingly tried again to hit me with another right elbow. The crowd was clamorous with laughter as she missed every single strike. To me her movements were sluggish, I could tell Maryse hasn't been wrestling very long, she hasn't learned to hide her movements from being read. And I could see the frustration on her face. She was breathing heavily and the look on her eyes seem frustrated and bloodthirsty.

"God! you slippery bitch!" She shrieked in frustration at me. I gasped in laughter, I was playing mind games with her, and boy was it fun!

I was not going to be used as 'warm up' for Maryse's title shot. She was going to take me seriously.

"Man, J.R., Maryse is not on her game tonight! Oh! She misses wildly again. You have to consider how this going to affect her mindset against Mickie James tonight?" Jerry "The King" Lawler tapped his pencil on the desk in anticipation.

"If Maryse doesn't turn this around fast, I doubt her mindset will be in any way 'good', King!" J.R. added to the commentary.

Now it was my turn. I grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm into an armbar. Maryse howled in pain. I wasn't done yet, I fell backwards and whipped her into an arm drag. Maryse stumbled up holding her lower back in pain. She wasn't ready to give up yet. She ran at again with a second clothesline. As soon as she was within range, I knelt down and picked her up by the waist only to slam her down into a thunderous spinebuster.

"Did you see that spinebuster J.R.? Damn watch this Cassie go!"

The crowd gasped at that spinebuster. I was way too into the match to care.

Maryse was slowly crawling up from that last spinebuster. She was facing away from me, and had no clue I was waiting. I was waiting to strike, to win, to get that contract that I so desperately wanted.

I delivered a low drop kick, causing Maryse to kneel down, favoring her hurt knee. I back up a few steps to get some momentum. Maryse was still kneeling, this was perfect. I ran towards her and launched into a perfect running super kick to the face. SMACK! Maryse's body flew back a few feet.

I went for that pin as if scrambling for my life.

"1!" The referee hit the mat once.

"Maryse is out! Did you hear that kick?" J.R. was freaking out on commentary

"2!" The palm hit the mat twice.

"Can you imagine this upset! A diva winning her tryout match!" Jerry was on the edge of his seat.

People say "you see your life flash before your eyes before you die", apparently it works for WWE tryouts as well. I couldn't move. I just felt that adrenaline. That fire in your limbs and that thunderous heartbeat. Thump! THUMP! THUMP!

"3!"

"My vote is yes." Stephanie McMahon had no time for such stubbornness.

"Steph! Think about this. This girl doesn't have the look she won't be marketable. She's got skill and she's been trained, but that's all." Johnny Ace was losing his patience.

"Ace! Don't you dare lecture me on this company's policy. I know what talent I want and that girl fits the criteria!" The billion-dollar princess shot back.

The two had been fighting ever since the tryout match, neither side budging an inch.

"This girl can fight, she has the charisma, she's pre-trained. She has potential!" Stephanie retorted loudly, one octave away from screaming at Ace.

"This is a waste of time, that girl will not get over with the crowd! You're being unreasonable, just because you're the bosses daughter doesn't give you to challenge my authority in talent relations."

Oh no he didn't! Stephanie raised her eyebrows at Johnny Ace. He played the boss's-daughter-card. Only under two situations would you ever accuse Stephanie McMahon's authority as a family connection. One, you had a deathwish. Or two, you're desperate to defend you're argument to the death. And Stephanie knew this.

"I am a McMahon, and never question my authority in this business. You will not disrespect me like that, unless you want to retire early Ace. Now get out of my way, I have a contract to negotiate." Stephanie had spoke in death whisper. Very few had the power to turn Ace into a stuttering sack of potatoes.

Ace shook his head in disbelief. Stephanie was the one being stubborn here! He was fuming and sulking while sitting on his office chair. He was not going to be ridiculed by Stephanie McMahon, and he sure wasn't going to watch helplessly as some rugged, indies girl enter the company he devoted his life to.

"Ace!" The doors slammed open once again, catching Ace off guard.

"Maryse, look about you're title shot." Ace tried his best to sooth the pissed off ex-champion

"No, Ace! Listen to me for once." Maryse snapped right back. "You had to put me in a try-out match? You knew I had a title shot tonight! Do you think before you act!" Maryse was pounding the desk with her fist.

"Look, I didn't think you would lose to the 'rookie'. I thought you would need a warm-up. I was doing you a favor!" Ace tried desperately to defend himself against the raging french-canadian. Ace could feel the momentum of the argument shift to his side.

"It's not my fault you can't fucking take down rookie!" He quickly added. Ace was losing his patience with women tonight.

Maryse shrunk backwards. He was right, she couldn't even take down this 'rookie'. And yet this 'rookie' just cost her the WWE Diva's Championship. As far as Maryse is concerned, this isn't over yet.

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-Monisaylor