Author's Note: HIYA, another chapter! Yes! Just a little heads up this chapter is a little boring, haha. Not really because it includes the one and only Ricky Steamboat but...I just needed to explain a few things. Let me know what you think with a review! They are awesome, and so are you. PS, another chapter will be updated in the next hour! Oh, one last thing, right now the story is taking place in 2009. I wanted it that way so Jordyn could eventually be apart of the WWE in 2010 and early 2011.

I was literally about to pee my pants as I walked into FCW. My long dark brown hair was up in a pony tail and I had my gym bag over my shoulder. It was a chilly Wednesday morning and November was here. I didn't know how to react and I watched as a few other trainees sat on the mats stretching for the day ahead of them. Unlike myself these hardworking individuals have been training for the past month while I am just randomly showing up, expecting them all to like me.

"And you are?" A voice asked me and I jumped.

I looked behind me to see the one and only Ricky Steamboat. I almost squealed like a little girl but instead I straightened up and stuck my hand out for him to shake. "I'm Jordyn Taylor."

His eyes widened in the slightest bit as he shook my hand firmly. "Rick's niece I assume."

I smiled. "That would be me."

"It's nice to meet you, have you met Steve yet?"

I had done some research on the flight to Tampa and I knew he was speaking of Steve Keirn, the president here at FCW. Uncle Rick had mentioned him to me and it would only make sense to introduce myself.

"No, I just walked in."

"Twenty minutes early, that's a good start," he said and nodded his head. He seemed impressed. "Come on, I'll introduce you to him."

I followed Ricky Steamboat down a hallway and he stopped suddenly at a closed door. He knocked once and then entered. Mr. Keirn was an older man, probably in his early fifties, with pepper colored hair and glasses. He seemed like a very nice man.

"Steve, this is Rick's niece, Jordyn."

Steve stood up from behind his desk and shook my hand. "What an honor it is to meet you Jordyn, I hope you enjoy your time here at FCW. I'm sure you will fit in just like the rest."

"Likewise, I'm honored to be here and get started training."

Steve took a seat again as Ricky and I was left to stand. "As you know we have training sessions every Monday and Wednesday from seven to nine."

"I read that on your site, sir."

"Great, did Ricky here tell you that he would be your trainer?"

I began to shake. "Um…No, I didn't know that."

Ricky nodded his head. "I was on break for a little while, personal issues," he said. "I' am back for a little while and since most of the trainees are already being trained by Norman, Tom, and Joey I couldn't just interfere and screw up their schedules. You are my one and only trainee."

Well, this is a surprise. Not only was I getting to train in one of the greatest places but I was going to be trained by Ricky Steamboat. I think it would be okay to do a little scream. After I signed a few papers and spoke with Mr. Keirn, Ricky and I headed out of the office and went out to where the rings were held and the other wrestling equipment.

"Okay, so let's talk for a little bit," Ricky said and we took a seat on one of the benches. "So, why do you want to be a Diva?"

"Well, I mean, when I think of a Diva I see smart, sexy and power. I've been in some serious obstacles in my life that I have shaped me into the person that I am today. I just want to do something in my life that actually means something to me. The WWE has always meant something to me since I was a little kid. I grew up idolizing Molly Holly, Sunny, the Fabulous Moolah…I thought they had the coolest jobs in the world. I know I'm more then capable of doing this and getting somewhere. I don't want to sound conceited because I'm not. I just believe in myself and I have confidence. I want to be a WWE Diva because I want to make a difference."

"Good answer…I'm warning you now that the next three months are not going to be easy. You have to be one hundred percent ready for this and willing to give everything you got."

"I'm ready," I replied.

He nodded. "Now, you and I are going to meet every Monday and Wednesday and at first will do some beginning moves, promos, locker room etiquette. Do you have any experience?"

"I've been boxing for the past seven years, I've done dancing, and I'm a black belt in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu."

"You are a black belt? I heard that takes at least ten years to accomplish."

"It does, I've been doing it since I was sixteen, and I literally just got it a couple months ago."

"Well good for you. That's something to be proud of."

"Thank you, sir," I said and blushed.

"That's great news that you have some training under your belt that will definitely help in the ring. I thought I would explain this to you but training here doesn't qualify you a contract with the WWE. In three months when you are two-hundred percent ready we'll set you up in a try-out. If you win it then you are more then likely to get a contract with the WWE. You'll most likely stick around here for a bit before moving on. Do you understand?"

"Completely, I'm just excited to start training."

"Me too, I've worked one-on-one with tons of aspiring Divas and Superstars but I have serious faith in you. I want you to make me proud."

I nodded my head profusely. "Of course, sir, I understand. I don't plan on letting you down."

"That's what I like to hear. And hey, you don't need to call me sir, that's so unhip…How about Ricky, alright?"

I laughed. "Sure, Ricky it is."

"Enough talking, lets get started."