Title: The Life Of Dream
Author: Dream
Characters: Crystal, Orlando Bloom, Johnny Depp, Keira Knightly, WWE Superstars, Caitlin, etc.

Summary: Crystal is a huge WWE Diva. She's 26 and has been a superstar in the WWE since she was 18. Caitlin comes along when Crystal's 23 and they become good friends, almost as close as sisters. Then, in 2003, something happens that changes their lives... forever.

Disclaimer: I don't own my friends. They own them. Vince owns the wrestlers and WWE. The wrestlers own themselves too.

.Prologue.

This is the story of me. Yes, me. Not my biography, but of my life since I was 18 years old. See, I was born to be a wrestler. I got the body, the looks and I'm outspoken like God knows what. I'm just fearless. I'm not a bitch though. I'm easy to get along with. Just don't make me mad and we'll be cool. Although, if I don't like you, I'll tell ya. Anyway...this will be the story of my life from when I signed my World Wrestling Federation contract with Vince McMahon when I was 18 (back in 1995). I was in WWF (which we will go through of how you all now know it as the World Wrestling Entertainment, lawsuit. Big deal!) before any other diva. Granted, a lot of people think I'm the first lady of wrestling. Or to be in WWE, I wasn't. That title sits with one of my best friends... you might know her as Missy Hyatt, but I know her as Melissa Hiatt. Anyway, I will take you from that day until I met the love of my life and the father of my year old child, Kassidie Nero. Keep in mind; I don't play around when I'm pissed off. I say what I mean and this is a true story.

World Wrestling Federation Headquarters in Connecticut 1995

I raked a hand through my long black hair and leaned forward in my chair.

'Come on McMahon, I don't have much patience as it is.' I thought to myself as a tall strawberry blonde walked up to me.

"Mr. McMahon will see you now Miss. Calloway," She said, waiting for me to get up.

I nodded and stood up, smoothing out my black flair dress pants and adjusted my white button up dress shirt. I took a deep breath and followed the lady. She stopped at a door and knocked softly.

"Mr. McMahon, Miss. Calloway is here."

She opened the door a little and let me walk in. Now, I don't know if you've ever seen Vince but he's nothing like who he plays on TV. He's incredibly nice, as long as you don't cross path's with him. Eric Bishoff, the WWE Raw general manager, knows that. He's tall, about 6'2, has deep brown eyes, steel gray hair and almost always is in a suit. He smiled brightly and shook my hand.

"Mark Calloway's niece, I presume?" He questioned.

I shook my head.

"I'm his daughter. I just don't look as much like him because I got more of my looks from my mom," I laughed nervously.

He nodded his head and sat down.

"Your mother is a great woman. Now... it says here you were trained by Jerry "The King" Lawler. You started there when you were 16 correct?" Vince looked up from the paper.

I nodded.

"Yes sir. Well... he didn't actually train me. "Hot Stuff", Eddie Gilbert, and Missy Hyatt trained me. I did more valeting than wrestling, but I can pull off some pretty good moves from what my dad taught me," I explained.

He nodded and looked back down.

"Says here you were born February 28th,1977. Your only 18?" He looked up, surprised.

I smiled. "Yes sir."

"Wow! You don't look it," He smiled brightly. "Well, we'll valet you for a while, put you in a story line with your dad and Glen Jacobs (you all know that man as Kane... no, he's not really scary and his haircut isn't really like that).

I nodded and grinned. "Sounds fun."

We laughed, and that last laugh changed my life forever... I was living the dream.

My First Day September 12th,1995 on WWF Monday Night RAW

The Undertaker and Kane's music blasted through an arena in Sacramento, California as they walked out. (a/n: keep in mind, Kane debut in 1997, but this is my story so it's 1995...damn it :p)

Paul Bearer grabbed a microphone and started to talk.

"The Undertaker and Kane need me no more, so I pass the turn onto someone more grateful. Someone closer, someone much better. Lady's and Gentleman, the Undertaker's flesh and blood! Dream!" Paul Bearer said sadly.

"Sandman" by Metallica blasted as Dream stalked down the aisle. The crowd screamed at her black leather mid-halter top and her black leather flairs with her black leather high heels. (I have a thing about leather and hey! Vince bought it! I even have those shoe's and the top still. I wear it to every Wrestle Mania.) I have to say so myself... I have a picture of that night, and damn did I look good! My hip length jet black hair swayed as I walked and my haunting sapphire blue eyes glared around the arena, standing out more with the black eyeliner and black eye shadow. They even made me wear black lipstick! Boy did I look wicked, and in a damn good way too!