Author's Note: Okay... Yet another new story. (Feels like I'm saying that again and again nowadays!) But, in defense, So I Need You is sadly hitting its climax and beginning to end. So...there. Lol. Anyway, I really hope you guys like this story, and I'm sorry if Christy is a little OCC. Well, please review!

Spoilers: 10/4/04 (For future chapters, look at the date below the chapter. The chapter will most likely contain spoilers from that date if it was a Monday night RAW show.)

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Initiation Rite

Chapter 1

10/4/04

Christy Hemme smiled brightly as she made her way back to the women's locker room. She had just finished her segment with Carmella Decesare, Eric Bischoff, and Eugene. 'I can't believe it! It went off without a hitch, I didn't screw up the script and it was just...wow!' she thought to herself, and giggled. She was still struck with amazement by the feeling of being in that ring, performing. Sure, she hadn't gotten a match yet, but it was all to come. Thousands of screaming fans around her... 'Wow,' she repeated in her head again, unable to keep the smile off of her face.

'I can't wait to meet everyone!' Christy thought as she neared the locker room, thankful that she hand't gotten lost. 'I mean, everyone seems really nice. I haven't had the chance to talk to any of the Divas. I talked with Trish for a little bit after our segment, but not anything besides that.' She was still smiling when she pushed the locker room open, flashing a bold smile to Molly Holly, Jazz, Nidia, Trish, and Gail Kim.

"Hey, Christy!" Trish Stratus said happily, stopping in the middle of taking off of her pads. "Awesome segment out there, you really laid a wet one," she giggled. Christy laughed, trying to shrug off the ruffled feeling she instinctively got at Trish's comment. She was just glad that the blonde seemed to like her. "Oh, silly me, I forgot to introduce everyone! This is Molly Holly," Molly nodded, "Nidia, Gail," the two passed a wave toward the new Diva, "and Jazz." Jazz looked up, narrowing her eyes at Christy.

Trish rolled her eyes. "Sorry about that," she said in a fake-whisper. Everyone, including Jazz, could hear her just fine. "Jazz just thinks that you're a big slut, what with agreeing to do the segment last week and this week's kiss," she smiled. "She just doesn't like to accept that, well, some people are sluts."

"Uh, Trish," Christy said with a nervous laugh, "I'm not a slut." And it was true. Sure, she dressed showing her stomach half of the time: but half of the time she was working here or for some other place that required her to do so. She loved a day where she could just wear a baggy shirt and jeans.

Trish's smile fell, and she placed a hand on the redhead's shoulder. "Christy," she said, her voice suddenly icy. "There are a lot of things you have to learn about being here, and a lot of things we should...teach you." Suddenly Jazz and Molly were behind her. Christy felt her heart do a double-take, and she stepped back cautiously.

"What do you mean, Trish?" she asked calmly.

All traces of kindness were gone from the face of the Women's Champion. "I mean," she snarled, "that you just can't some waltzing in here because the fans voted you here. We all worked hard to get here. How is it fair that you get in just because some dumbass fans who know nothing thought you were in our league?"

"Excuse you?" Christy couldn't help but let the words out of her mouth. "The fans aren't 'dumbass', as you put it. You were a fan once, though, so maybe that explains it."

Trish's hand collided with her face a split second later, and Christy gasped, not expecting the slap. She grabbed the burning side of her face, but stayed on her feet and turned her eyes to Trish. "Bitch, go home," Trish hissed. "Or else."

As Trish stepped back, Jazz grabbed Christy's shirt, slamming her backwards into the lockers. Christy's head snapped back, crashing into the lockers. The redhead whimpered, seeing black and knowing that it was because of her body's shock of the blow. Jazz held her there for a moment, and then let her go, watching as Christy crumpled to the floor. Molly Holly savagely kneed her in the ribs. Christy jerked backwards, her arms encircling her stomach. A cough wracked her body, and pain shot through immediately after. The attacks suddenly ceased. Suddenly, her heavy duffel bag landed on her side. The redhead yelped, curling into herself, her eyes squeezed shut.

"Go home," the deadly whisper sounded again. Christy just continued to gasp for breath, clawing at the ground. The pain that was racking her body would not allow her to respond, and neither would the shock that had enveloped her emotions.

The door to the women's locker room slammed shut as the Divas left, leaving Christy Hemme a beaten mess.