Disclaimer: I don't own anything that has to do with wrestling.
A/N: This first chapter just introduces the main character Melissa, it's boring if all you want it a sappy love story that starts instantly. I really want to develop the characters so that you can understand the story better. Anyways, I hope you keep reading it. G'day.
Do You Like Trouble? (1)
I grew out of dressing for boys a long time ago. I grew out of doing anything for anybody a long time ago. So far in my untouched life no one has been able to accept me. Especially when it comes to dating. I figured it out a while back, it's the way we catch mates. We dress to match who we're interested in. I think I stopped doing that in grade eight, and I guess I just never naturally matched any boy or guy, or man. It's always just been me alone in my little world. I don't think I'm alone when it comes to feeling trapped inside my mind or my body. Most of the time I feel like an extra terrestrial lost in a giant shopping mall. Being inside my head is like being in a bubble of black, with too many thoughts and not enough good memories.
I guess that's why I found it hard to believe when I won the Diva search. I was never the center of attention before. I suppose I fell into that mentality that I could dream about being a wrestler but it wouldn't actually happen. I started when I was 17, a little late I guess, but not too late. Christmas of 98'. I surprised my parents by asking for weights. I wasn't exactly the sporty type. I was lazy as hell and I wouldn't run for anyone. Not even for a D in Phys Ed. I was the un-showered girl no one understood and everyone hated. Skipped almost everyday to get away from the kids and the teachers. School was a wasted of time for me. I didn't get it and I didn't care to, but I managed good grades to please my parents. I was not skinny or beautiful and I didn't have many friends, so I worked my ass off everyday after I got those weights. I had a hard time keeping it up though since I was so depressed all the time. Sometimes I couldn't get off my ass if my life depended on it. After a while the work started to pay off, it started to show, I started to harden. Inside and out.
How could I win the Diva search, if I'm not beautiful? Me with my scraggly dirty blonde hair, and my blue eyes thick with eyeliner. I'm still not skinny. Just a normal woman, a real woman. If Marilyn Monroe had muscle that would be me. I certainly could not be compared to Trish Stratus. Maybe they could tell how badly I wanted it. I guess it doesn't really matter, I'm lucky.