Disclaimer: Ido not own any rights to any superstars in the WWE and anything placed in this story that relates to real life, is completely coincidental. I only own the character Sophie Long.

Summary: On Theodore Long's Smackdown, he announces that his daughter Sophie Long will be a new WWE Smackdown Diva and run a highlight reel for Smackdown. And she's got a bone to pick with many of the Superstars.

Note: Will change as much as possible to fit with the story line of the show at the present time. We begin the Thursday before Survivor Series. Also forgive me for any crappy rapping/Eddie Guerrero playing. This is my first WWE Fic, so be nice.

Characters: Theodore Long, John Cena, Eddie Guerrero, Kurt Angle, Carlito Carribean Cool and heaps more.

Genre: Humour/Romance

Chapter 1

Blue and white pyros rocketed out of the podium, as the Thursday night wrestling show heralded its start. The crowd cheered madly, eager to see their favorite superstars. They cheered even harder when they saw Theodore Long's grinning face behind his desk in his office.

"Now I'm gonna tell you all something," he said, looking more excited than he ever had. "In order of recent events, and Smackdown getting out of control, I've hired someone to hopefully restore order to the show that Smacks down your TV,"

The crowd buzzed excitedly. Who could it possibly be?

"It's my pleasure to introduce to you, the newest addition to the WWE Roster, my daughter, Miss Sophie Long!" He grinned, however the open door revealed no one. "Hmm, well, apparently she's coming to the ring, right now, so you can see her for the first time! Now you better believe that, holla, holla!"

"Wow! A new addition to the roster, and a Diva, it seems like as well!" Tazz said, sunglasses perched on his nose, headphones on both him and the commentator beside him, Michael Cole.

"Yep, what an interesting way to start the Thursday before Survivor Series. I wonder what the daughter of Theodore Long will be like?" Cole said, but he spoke too soon as Metallica music burst out of the speakers, and purple, yes, purple pyros rocketed out of the podium.

A very tall, curvaceous young woman walked out to cheers of welcome from the crowd. It was obvious that she was her father's daughter, she wasn't as dark skinned as him, but she was still adorned with a bronze tan. She wore a suit to show her authority, and her dark brown hair swept behind her back. She shook the hands of the fans that she passed, before she entered the ring, almost Stacey Keibler style, and waving politely to the crowd.

She reached down and took the microphone from the stagehand standing nearby, before she held it up to her, ready to make her impression on the crowd.

"Hello Florida!" she yelled, a beautiful voice that had an essence which sent shivers down your spine. The crowd screamed in recognition. "It's an honor to be here on my Father's show, and I guess I better tell y'all what I'll be doing here!"

"Most of you people, I assume, watch RAW on Mondays? Well, my Father got a little idea, you see, from Chris Jericho's Highlight Reel," the crowd screamed even louder at the mention of Y2J, "Well, we've decided to set up a Smackdown Highlight Reel! Because every week it's hard to keep up with the highlights."

"Now, I heard some people asking me on the way here, if I was going to be a Diva? Well, I am," the crowd (mainly the men) boomed with cheers, "But I'm not going to just be a bit of eye candy. I'm not your average Diva. Cause, I'm Sophie Lo—"

"I spit on the face of people who are not cool."

The crowd buzzed angrily as the music of one Carlito Carribean Cool boomed from the speakers, his associate Jesus tagging along behind him. He strutted down, eyeing the new Diva with satisfaction, of whom looked at him with a slightly shocked look in her brown eyes, which narrowed slightly as she realized he had interrupted her.

Upon reaching the ring, he grabbed a microphone, an apple in his other hand, as he paced around her, his head tilted to one side, his malevolent brown eyes looking at her childishly.

"So," he started, "New Diva, huh?" He took a bite of the apple whilst the crowd waited in anticipation of whether he would accept her or not. He apparently accepted her, as he swallowed the bite, instead of expelling the remains over her, "That's cool."

He offered the apple to her, whilst the crowd made a disgusted noise. Taking it, she threw it slightly a few times, looking at him, her pale blue eyes revealing nothing. The crowd remembers how this man was convicted of stabbing John Cena in the kidneys, rendering him useless for six weeks. Sophie meanwhile took a bite of the apple, and Carlito grinned, about to say something else, before.

"OH MY GOD, COLE! SHE SPAT IN HIS FACE!"

"It just so happens," she said, a grin on her face, "That I also spit on the face of people who are not cool. Well, only in this situation," she snorted slightly. "Carlito making friends with Sophie Long? That's not cool."

Jesus looked livid. He rolled up his sleeve, but in a swift motion Sophie gave him a powerful clothesline, microphone and all.

"Wow! This girl's on fire!" Tazz said excitedly. Michael rolled his eyes slightly. Sophie meanwhile cheered at the crowd, but received a low blow from Carlito, who continued to pummel her until she spurted blood from her nose.

He smirked up at the crowd, before retreating with his associate.

"Sophie?" she felt her shoulders being shaken rigorously, she moaned and sat up. Jackie Gayda, or Miss Jackie as she was known, looked down at her. She looked around. She was in the Diva Locker Room. Jackie was there, as well as Torrie Wilson, who looked livid. Sophie vaguely remembered watching her being spat on by Carlito. She gave her a smile and she looked slightly happier.

"How long have I been out?" she asked, rubbing her head. Pulling out a compact from her pocket, she groaned as she saw she had had a blood nose.

"About half an hour," Jackie said, "Your dad was livid. Never heard him say 'playa' so many times."

"You can hardly understand him when he's angry," Sophie agreed. "I better get up though, freshen up for my Highlight Reel.

"Whoa, you still going to do it?" Torrie asked, panic in her voice.

"Hey. I don't want to let my Father down," she said. "Now you'd better believe that."

"Well coming up next, Tazz is the first edition of the Smackdown Highlight Reel. I wonder who tonight's guest will be?"

"I wonder if she'll be up to it? Well, even if she is, Mr Long's banned Carlito and Jesus from the ringside. Thank Goodness for tha—"

Familiar music rang from the speakers, as Sophie Long made her way down, her face deadly serious, however when she got in the ring she looked a little happier.

"May I introduce my first guest to you, Mr Eddie Guerrero!"

Viva La Raza!

A purple sparkling sports car cruised up the podium, Eddie Guerrero also looking serious. He however still bounced his car, and exited in a suit. He regained a grin when he saw Sophie Long, however.

"Ola my raza, holmes!" He said, and the crowd regained composure loudly, "What a marvellous addition to the WWE! However, business is business." And he sat down.

"Welcome to the show, Eddie," She said, looking professional. "First off I want to congratulate you for having such a powerful line up of Superstars for the Survivor Series Main Event, but I'm sure my question is rather obvious. Our viewers saw last week that Rey Mysterio couldn't compete because he was in a Fatal Fourway Match for the Cruiserweight Title, so Eddie, have you found someone yet?"

"Well, ese," He started, "I—" He was cut off by his cellphone ringing. Frowning, he picked it up. "'Ello? Oh hey man, I was just talkin' about you! So you've made your decision ese? Well that's great! I'll just tell them all now! Bye holmes!"

"Well, Eddie? Who is it?" She asked, her face ecstatic.

"The Doctor of Thuganomics, John Cena, Viva me Raza, holmes!" And with that Eddie exited the ring to tell the rest of the team the great news. Sophie grinned.

"Well, you heard it from the source," she said. "This is Sophie J. Long, bringing this week's Smackdown Highlight Reel to a close!"

Her music played as she walked out of the arena, amid cheers. However when she escaped the cameras, she practically ran to the Diva locker room, and grinned.

"John Cena…" She murmured, "Hope he gets his revenge."