She was new to the company. Not so much to the business. In fact, she'd spent the past few years in training, with none other than her sister, Miss Jackie Gayda. She was quick to learn, having watched wrestling ever since she could remember.
Jackie had some wrestling experience, but Carsyn had needed more than just her older sibling. In turn for payment of $200, she was able to seek help from none other than the Heartbreak Kid himself, Shawn Michaels. She had convinced him to help her with training for a few months, yet he would only agree to $200. Still, learning from the veteran, HBK, would surely help her out in the long run.
"The name is Gayda. Carsyn Gayda," she'd told Vince McMahon at their first meeting. She'd always had a cocky atmosphere about her. "And I'm sure you know my sister, Jackie?" Jackie and Carsyn shared some angelic features, like their face and body structure. Yet, Carsyn had a deep brown hair color, with black cherry tints in the light. Also, Carsyn was a bit smaller than Jackie, her stomach being toned a bit more. Still, they both shared the same long, delicate legs, and luscious, pouty lips. Sisters inside and out, and Mr. McMahon didn't seem to mind one bit.
"So, Miss Gayda, I'm assuming that you've had some type of training."
Carsyn smiled, she was proud to answer this question. Being trained by The Show Stopper was definitely something to be proud of.
"I have indeed. I trained for years with my girl, J.G., and for a few months, had Shawn Michaels training me. I could take you down right here, if it was needed," she joked. Pulling herself atop his desk, her tiny, pastel pink skirt climbed up her curvy hips. Taking her wavy, brunette locks out of the loose ponytail that it was in, it fell into place around her shoulders. "Anything else you wanted to ask me?"
Mr. McMahon scratched his chin, looked her over, and shook his head.
"We'll start you out with a six month contract. And if things work out, we'll see if you can earn yourself some more time. You make your debut tomorrow night, on WWE RAW!"
Carsyn got to her feet smiling. She was glad that Mr. McMahon had liked what he'd heard. It was probably because of her training with Shawn Michaels. That was most likely what had convinced him. Mr. McMahon also got to his feet and held out his hand. Carsyn shook his hand gently and thanked him. Grabbing her powder blue handbag on her way out, Carsyn closed the door behind her and leaned against a wall.
"Oh my gosh..." she whispered to herself, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. If it hadn't have been for Jackie, she would've never gotten the chance to become a diva in the first place. And now, here she was, standing outside the Chairman, of the WWE's office, granted a contract. Wait... had he said tomorrow night on RAW? He had said exactly that. In a way, that was good. She wouldn't have to live up to what her sister had already done on Smackdown. Tomorrow night? She remained in the same place, backed against the wall. Tomorrow night.
-At the Arena-
She was waiting. Waiting for her entrance music to blare through the arena. Waiting to be introduced to RAW. Waiting on some kind of action to take place.
"Shawn told me to tell you that he said Good Luck tonight."
Carsyn jumped. She hadn't been expecting anyone to talk to her. Turning around, she smiled at the World Heavyweight Champion, Chris Benoit.
"He said that he got your message, and had tried to leave a message on your phone, but it was disconnected or something..."
She'd gotten a new phone since she'd last spoken to Shawn. She was glad that he had called Chris, though, because the Good Luck made her feel a bit better.
"Thanks Chris," she said to him, smiling. Taking a piece of paper from a nearby table, Carsyn scribbled down her new cell phone number, writing Carsyn in neat handwriting. Putting the pen back where it had been before, she handed the piece of paper to Chris.
"Could you give that to Shawn for me? And tell him I'm sorry?"
Chris nodded and returned the smile. "Oh... I forgot to tell you..."
Shawn Michaels' theme started up, the crowd going wild.
"You can tell him yourself... Because he's accompanying you to the ring."
Shawn walked up behind the two and grinned at Carsyn. "You ready?"
Carsyn grinned nervously. She was starting to shake. "As ready as I'll ever be."
Shawn put his arm around her shoulder and led her to the curtain. "Let's go out there and show them what you've got."
-RAW Live-
Carsyn walked out onto the stage as the crowd went wild. She stopped at the top of the ramp, letting Shawn Michaels come out and work the crowd. As the pyros began to go off, she posed for the crowd. Shawn winked at her as they continued down to the ring.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome RAW's newest diva, being accompanied by the Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels.. Carsyn Gayda!"
She could've died.
While Carsyn was climbing the steel stairs, Shawn had jumped up on the apron, as the crowd was still roaring with delight. Sitting down on the middle rope, Shawn held it down far enough so that Carsyn could climb through. She had thought about doing the famous Stacy Keibler entrance, but agreed with her better judgment that she should come up with something for herself... once she'd gotten settled in. Instead, she climbed in quickly, followed by Shawn, as the two started working the crowd. Reaching out to Lillian from the ring, HBK was handed a microphone, the crowd beginning to chant HBK as Carsyn grinned at him from the other side of the ring.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to introduce to you, my friend, and former trainee, Carsyn Gayda!"
The fans went nuts, realizing that one of their personal favorites, Shawn Michaels, and the new diva were close. Carsyn smiled, silently thanking him. Shawn handed her the microphone and stepped back, leaving the spotlight to her.
"It's so great being here. This is such a dream for me. Jackie, and of course the infamous, Shawn Michaels made this all possible. And, of course, a huge thank you to Mr. McMahon. I cannot wait for my first match..."
And her first match couldn't have been soon enough. "I'm Back" played throughout the arena as Eric Bischoff sauntered down to the ring. Climbing in over the middle rope, the General Manager smiled smugly at Carsyn, before eyeing Shawn Michaels, and grabbing a microphone from Lillian. Eric looked out at the crowd, who were booing him badly, before speaking to Carsyn.
"Carsyn Gayda... you were a bit unexpected. Mr. McMahon called me up yesterday and told me it was a last minute thing. Which I agree, it was. And, I thought, that since you just said that you couldn't wait for you first match, that I'd give you what you wanted. Tonight, it will be you vs. Trish Stratus... in a Bra and Panties match."
Eric grinned at Carsyn, very much proud and full of himself. His entrance music filled the arena once again as he disappeared backstage. Shawn was seething with anger. He and Carsyn talked quietly as RAW went to a commercial break.
Carsyn was backstage in the Women's Locker room, already dressed in her ring attire. Her outfit consisted of a tight fitting bodysuit, much like the full body pieces Jackie wore, that was powder blue in color. Her hair was pulled back into a messy, yet appealing bun, and her eyes were shaded with a light grey eye shadow.
"Hey Carsyn, don't worry about tonight, you'll be great."
She was still a bit jumpy. Turning to see the face of Stacy Keibler, Carsyn smiled.
"Thanks Stacy."
Stacy smiled back at her, her bright eyes giving Carsyn a kind of strength. Her new entrance music hit the p.a. system, leaving Carsyn with a fit of shaking.
"You should go," Stacy said to her, giving her a reassuring smile.
Carsyn nodded silently and walked out of the dressing room and onto the stage, wondering what she'd gotten herself into.
"Ladies and Gentleman, currently residing in St. Louis, Missouri, please welcome, Carsyn Gayda!"
Carsyn walked out onto the ramp as the crowd began to cheer for her, which also gave her a kind of strength. As long as she had the power of the fans behind her, she should be alright. Climbing into the ring over the bottom rope, an entrance of her own not functioning in her mind yet, Carsyn began to work the crowd. Yet, before she knew it, "Time to Rock and Roll" blared through the arena, signaling for Trish Stratus' entrance.
"And her opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, Trish Stratus!"
Trish was followed down to the ring by Tyson Tomko, of course, and had an ever-lasting smirk on her face. Carsyn returned the gesture and stretched her long legs. She was 5'8" and stood a good 4" over Trish Stratus. The ref called for the match, leaving her fate undecided, as the bell rang, signaling for the match to begin. Carsyn and Trish circled each other, before locking up. Trish put Carsyn in a headlock. Somehow, Carsyn managed to get out of it, throwing Trish into the ropes.
They were both stripped of their shirts now. The match seemed endless. They'd gone on for a good ten minutes, yet the match continued on. Trish now had the advantage, and persisted on hard backhands to the chest of the new diva. Carsyn stumbled, now out of the corner, and Trish took this as an opportunity. Bouncing herself off of the ropes, Trish was looking to charge Carsyn. But instead, Carsyn pulled herself up and hit Trish with Sweet Chin Music. Carsyn stripped Trish down to her panties. She had picked up the victory.
Carsyn's theme played through the arena as the ref held her arm up in victory. She smiled, even though her hair was out of place, and she was a mess. Even Shawn Michaels had come out to the ring to celebrate her first victory with her.