Memphis grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat that was starting to glisten from her brow. She had just finished offciating a match between Adam "Edge" Copeland and Mike "The Miz" Mizanin. It had been a grand contest showing off the best of what the WWE had to offer featuring a seasoned veteran against hungry new blood. The spots had been perfectly planned and executed, making the match exciting and most importantly the fans had loved it. Edge was the classic face and The Miz was the traditional heel and he had played the role perfectly sneering at the female referee who refused to take his crap. She was tough and she stood up for herself and the crowd loved her for it. When the Miz's onscreen stooge, Alex Riley, played by FCW alum, Kevin Kiley, intefered, Memphis called for an immediate disqualification and as the two men came after her, Edge came to her rescue. Miz and Riley ran up the ramp like scalded dogs, as legendary commentator, Jim "JR" Ross loved to say. The blonde warrior gave her a hug and they stood grinning as Edge's music blared in the background. For Memphis it was surreal. Before joining the WWE, she had been a huge fan. She had watched Edge for years, loving it when he was in a team with Jason "Christian" Reso. How fitting and wonderful it was that now she stood in a ring alongside the men and women she had admired on television for years.

Standing in the female locker room, she washed her face, carefully removing her make up. She pinned her hair up and reached for a towel before finding a change of clothes. After her shower, she would be meeting up with Phil Brooks so they could drive to the next city. After their talk in Maryland, it had seemed to bring about a new understanding in the relationship that had made them closer. He was a good guy and she truly cared about him and Memphis knew the feeling was mutual. Standing in the middle of the squared circle, she couldn't help but grin as she felt the sexy smirk of RAW's most sarcastic commentator staring at her. He was her biggest fan and for that she felt lucky. Smiling in the mirror, Memphis unbuttoned her shirt as there was a soft knock at the door, then it opened. An attractive blonde with a friendly smile who Memphis had never seen before entered the room.

"Hi there. Can I help you?" the referee asked.

The woman extended her hand.

"Hello Memphis. We haven't met but it is an honor to get down here and finally talk face to face. My name is Michelle Wilson, you may have heard of me. I am the new Chief Marketing Officer for World Wrestling Entertainment. I have been spending a lot of time at the Corporate offices in Stamford but I wanted to get the chance to hit the road and meet some of the talent."

Memphis relaxed a little when she saw the official WWE badge. She politely shook the woman's hand.

"So nice to meet you, Michelle. Thanks for coming."

"I just saw your match. You were wonderful out there."

"Thank you."

"Is now a bad time? I realize you probably want to hit the showers but I was just making rounds and I wanted to speak with you about something. It won't take long, I promise."

"Sure. What is it? Is everything okay?"

"Everything is great. Before I get started, let me tell you a little bit about my role in the company. First of all, I work very closely with Mr. McMahon and of course John Laurinaitis, who as you know is the head of Talent Relations. Basically I oversee WWE's global marketing. I also do a lot of work with the pay per views, advertising, promotions, research, creative services, and all public and government relations. I previously worked as the VP of Marketing so there is a lot that goes into working with various members of the media."

"Sounds very interesting and very busy."

"Oh that it is," Michelle smiled. "The popularity of the brand has exploded in recent years but I don't need to explain that to you. The WWE is everywhere and the Superstars and Divas have really made their way into the pop culture mainstream."

"That's a good thing."

"That's a great thing. I have had the pleasure of negotiating several deals that featured our talent on late night talks shows as well as appearing in several non wrestling related magainzes. It increases our marketability when we get faces and stories out into the general public and build interest with those who normally don't watch our programming."

"Of course."

"As you know, your role in WWE has created quite the interest. Female referees have been virtually unheard of until now. It's new and it's different. You're also very beautiful and sexy. Memphis, you are great at what you do. The fans love you. As more and more comes out about you, including the fact that you're an attorney, the more interested people become and they really want to know just who is this Memphis Kramer person behind the stripes?"

Memphis blushed a little.

"That's kind of weird to think that, to hear you say that. Michelle, all I ever wanted to do was work for the WWE. I love wrestling. I love what I do. Every time Howard Finkel or Justin Roberts introduce me and I hear my name, it gives me chills. The travel, the lights, the fame, the fans…it's surreal. Wonderful but surreal. Because I am such a fan, I look at all the talent I watched and admired on TV for so long and I remember just wanting to know everything about them. The fact that people feel that way about me…it's hard to believe, you know? It takes getting used to. I'm just me, I'm just this normal person with a really abnormal job so it's kind of strange but in a good way that people want to get to know me."

"They do. Our research shows your name trends after every television Broadcast on Twitter and in Yahoo searches."

"Wow! I didn't know that. Really?"

"Really. Our offices are flooded with questions about you and there is a lot of Internet attention, including a couple of fan sites and Tumblr accounts created in your honor."

"Very flattering. I'm absolutely blown away."

"Wait until you hear this."

"What?"

"My assistant received a call from the editor in chief of FHM magazine, Colin Kennedy. Are you familiar with that publication?"

Memphis scratched her head.

"Yeah, I've heard of them. They are sort of like Maxim, right?"

"Correct. FHM has feautured a lot of prominent Hollywood celebrities like Kim Kardashian, Hayden Panettiere, Audrina Partidge…well, they have recently selected you as one of the top ten 100 sexiest women in sports."

"Are you serious?"

"Very. They would like to do a cover feature on you complete with a pictorial and in depth interview. The deal pays you 75 grand and it is international exposure. The publication can of course be a little risque at times but I assure you if you choose to do this, you will have full creative control. We want you to be sexy and represent the brand well but at the same time be comfortable. What do you say?"

Memphis was overwhelmed and at a temporary loss for words.

"Michelle…I, I don't know what to say."

"Pretty exciting, huh?" the older woman grinned.

Memphis nodded.

"Excited and flattering and shocking and amazing and wonderful all at the same time. I can't believe it."

"Well believe it, beautiful. Welcome to your new world."

"Why me?" she asked softly.

"Excuse me?"

"The WWE is full of gorgeous women. Melina, Maryse, Nattie, Layla, Michelle. Why me? They are sexy and beautiful and in shape and they have longevity with the company. They are way more known than I am. Why would FHM pick me of all people?"

Michelle shrugged.

"Get used to it. You're in the big leagues now, honey. All those things you said about those women, you peers, is very true but guess what? You belong right up there in those rankings, Memphis. You're just as beautiful and sexy and popular. Not to mention, as long as the WWE has been around, you are the first female referee. And it is not a gimmick or a novelty. You are proving to have a lot of longevity in this business. Your role here is different from that of any other woman and that makes you a pioneer. You have no idea how many doors you've just opened up for other females trying to break in this business."

"Wow…" she stood around and began to pace.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just…I don't know. That is a lot of money, too, by the way. 75 grand? I mean, is this Kennedy guy sure? He might get a look under the stripes and want his money back," she quipped.

"Nonsense," Michelle smiled. "I think he will be very happy. Now there is no pressure. Please be assured that we in Stamford fully support whatever decision you decide to make. But this could be a tremendous opportunity for both you and the WWE. Please think about it and get back to me by the end of the week."

With that, Michelle handed her a card. Memphis shook her hand again and thanked her.

"I appreciate you stopping by, Michelle. I will for sure be in touch no later than Friday."

Holding the business card in her hand, Memphis collapsed on the hard locker room bench and sighed. She sat for a few minutes pondering, just trying to process it all. Another knock at the door snapped her back into reality.

"Hey Dollface, you in there?"

She smiled as she stood and walked to the door.

"Punk," she threw her arms around him.

He hugged her back, frowning when he noticed she was still in her officiant uniform.

"Was just coming to check on you. No rush but I thought you'd be done by now. I'm ready to get on the road and I'm kind of hungry," he rubbed his stomach for emphasis. "I was waiting out by the back entrance but you never came. Just making sure you didn't drown in the shower or get swallowed up by the toilet."

"No silly," she laughed out loud. "Sorry I took so long. I got tied up. Michelle Wilson from Corporate was just here."

"Yeah. I heard some brass was coming in tonight."

"She was really nice. She, um…she wanted to talk to me about marketing opportunities and some stuff that has come up for me."

"That's cool."

"Yeah…anyway, I'm gonna hit the showers. I won't take long, I promise. We'll eat and get on the road and uh…when we do, there is something I want to talk to you about."

He raised his eyebrow.

"Everything okay?"

Memphis grinned.

"Everything is great, super in fact. Anyway, I'll tell you all about it in the car when we're driving. I'll meet you out in the parking lot by the rental car in 20. Is that cool?"

"Sounds good," he leaned in and gave her a quick kiss.

Memphis closed the door and quickly undressed. She turned on the hot water and stepped into the shower, lathering her hair and body. Only hot chicks graced the pages of magazines like Maxim and FHM. Memphis had never seen herself as one of those women. And now apparently she was. The offer was thrilling and exciting and one she was seriously considering. It was just another perk, just another extra when it came to being employed by the world's greatest sports entertainment entity. Smiling, she let the water run all over her body. Life kept getting better and better. The opportunity of a lifetime had just presented yet another opportunity and everyone knew when opportunity knocked, you had to open the door.