Author's Note: Hello everyone, yes it's me, MissMartinez back with a brand new story! Well... not really new, let's say re-written. But this is my second official fan fic ever so I'll be grateful for your support. (My first fic is titled Closer To The Hart, check it out. Free shameless advertising woo!). So, we're in for a ride because this storyline has been in my head for a while but I couldn't quite find the characters to play the roles, until now. Also most matches, storylines, promos, etc will be made up but with characters in the same timeline. I am just too lazy to start watching a bunch of old matches. Enjoy!


Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, or the WWF or stuff like that. I only own Monica "Monnie" Alvarez and some other OC's I might make up along the way. This is a pure work of fiction and all these events occurred in my head. (I assure you I'm not crazy).

Warning: This story contains certain themes, language and/or triggering scenes that may not be appropriate for all viewers. View discretion is advised. Don't say I didn't tell you so. You have been warned.


Chapter 1 - The Monnie Will Roll Right In

Monnie bit her fingernails as she watched Kurt Angle setting up Steve Blackman for the ankle lock. Surely Steve would tap out anytime soon and then... the main event. Her debut. She shivered as she heard Angle's theme playing in the background and continued biting on her fingernails.

"That's a bad habit you know. One of my cousins bit his nails to much and one day it got infected and he was in the hospital for two months... or weeks, I can't really remember" Lita said walking up to Monnie who was still watching the screen intently, not paying attention or even seeming to realize Lita was present. "Monica!" Lita yelled causing the Latina to jump up.

"Oh hi Lita, what's up?" Monnie said still taking glances at the screen looking visibly nervous. Lita smirked.

"Please don't tell me you're nervous now, what are you? Ten?" Lita joked but Monica remained silent as she paced back and forth. "Shit you're really nervous. I would've gotten a snarky Jericho-esque comment by now."

"Sorry, I'm just a little out of it" Monica replied running a hand through her hair. She knew she shouldn't be feeling this nervous but she couldn't help it. The WWF was was way different from all the places she'd worked at previously.

"No duh. You also never apologize. Who are you and what have you done with my friend?" Lita asked dramatically as she shook Monica by the shoulders making the latter crack a little laugh. "There's the Monnie I know. Why are you so tense?"

"Honestly I feel like I'm gonna fuck up. I mean I'm being thrust into the main event and I can't even..." She paused, her breathing becoming uneven as her statements turned into rants. "It's been so long since I even got close to a wrestling ring. What if I embarrass myself? What if I miss my spot? What if the fans hate me? What if...?"

"Monnie breath" Lita said calming her down an old technique she'd learnt a long time ago. "We both know you're one of the best wrestlers and performers in the world. You've got this"

"Thanks Li. And by the way I was totally fishing for compliments" Monica said with a cheeky grin as Lita playfully rolled her eyes.

"Of course you were"

At twenty four years of age, Monica had established herself as one of the most dominant and skilled wrestlers in the world. Working previously in NJPW and the AAA, the latter being her immediate former employer, she'd performed as a Luchadora wearing a mask being simply known as 'Monica' where she rose to superstardom during the past three years.

She was on the shelf for three months when her AAA contract expired but luck seemed to be on her side when long time friend and for tag team partner Lita recommended her to Pat Patterson who reached out to her offering her a spot on the WWF roster feeling she could spice up their growing Women's division. She said yes to that and the rest was history.

"You're on soon Miss. Alavrez. Make me proud" Pat Patterson said coming up to the two ladies. Monica took a deep breath and nodded.

"Make us proud" Lita said injecting herself into the conversation.

"Will do Mr. Patterson" She said with a smile.

"No need for formalities just call me Pat or PP" He suggested as Monica and Lita bit back a laugh.

"We'll talk about that later. But there's no way in hell I'm gonna call you that" Monica joked. Lita couldn't hold back her laughter. And later on neither could Pat.

"Monica, you're up in five. Get into position. Now" A stagehand said coming up to her. She nodded and took a deep breath in. It was now or never.

"Thank you" She said. The stagehand nodded and walked away.

"Come on Monnie. If there's anyone who can pull this off it's you." Lita said with a grin which Monica returned as they shared a brief hug. "Knock 'em dead Monnie." She said giving the woman a pat on the back as she made her way round back to the fan entrance door. It was show time.

Raw Is War, On Screen

"The following contest is set for one fall and it is for the World Wrestling Federation Championship, introducing first..." Howard Finkel although doing his normal announcer routine was suddenly interrupted by none other than Shane McMahon dressed in a referee shirt who was as usual, welcomed by a long string of boos as he made his way down the ramp and into the ring.

"Yeah sorry to interrupt you Howard but I have just been informed that I have indeed been made the special, oh sorry. Extremely special guest referee by our dear Commissioner Foley who after this took a well deserved night off..." Shane smirked as the boos came pouring down the fans suspecting that he had something to do with Mick Foley's supposed 'night off'. "So, you can go on with your introductions Howard, or will you like me to be an extremely special guest ring announcer as well?" Howard said nothing. "I knew you would agree, now why don't you go take your seat. A fine gentleman. Lets here it for Howard Finkel everybody!" Shane said as a good number of cheers were heard from the audience.

"Now please give me a reasonable explanation as to why Shane is out here tonight?" Jim Ross said.

"I don't know but Howard sure as hell seems happy to have Shane as the extremely special guest announcer tonight, don't ya Finkel?" Jerry Lawler commented only to get a glare from Finkel who was seated not too far away from the commentary table.

"Right so, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the World Wrestling Federation Championship! Introducing first, the challenger from Greenwich Connecticut, weighing at 255 pounds, he is the game, the cerebral assassin, the former and soon to be current World Wrestling Federation Champion, accompanied by his beautiful wife Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley, my sister, Triple H" Shane said giving an obnoxiously long, unnecessary but comical introduction as Triple H and Stephanie made their way into the ring.

"This can only end badly" Jim Ross said as Shane and Triple H shook hands in the middle of the ring with sinister looks on their faces.

"And his opponent, The Rock" Shane said flatly as booed rained once again although there were a few snickers in the crowd. Nonetheless The Rock came out to a loud pop, flipped the bird to Shane making his way down the ramp. He was about to get inside the ring when he noticed Monica sitting at the front row holding a Rock sign which said 'Triple H and Stephanie are jabronis' much to the utter dismay of Triple H, Stephanie and Shane. She smiled when she saw coming closer to her. She put the sign down and they shared a hug.

"Old Rocky has a lady friend here tonight who seems to be looking forward to seeing him retain the gold tonight. Does he really stand a chance though?" Jim Ross asked.

"Puppies!" Jerry screamed excitedly making a few fans laugh as Jim Ross let out a sigh.

"Remind me to never ask you questions again" Jim Ross said as The Rock finally got into the ring doing his signature pose with the title on one of the turnbuckles. Stephanie kissed her husband good luck and stepped out of the ring. Immediately, the bell rang and the two men started the match.

The two men locked up with Triple H getting the upper a while pushing The Rock into a turnbuckle as they started exchanging punches. This went on for a while until Rock got the upper hand and started raining punches on Triple H.

"You get him Rock! Woo!" Monica cheered only to receive a glare from Stephanie. She looked at the woman innocently. "What'd I do?" She asked batting her eyelashes as Stephanie rolled her eyes then turned her attention back to what was going on in the ring.

Meanwhile in the ring Triple H had The Rock in a headlock on the mat as Rock tried to gain enough momentum to get up to a standing position as the crowd including Monica where chanting his name simultaneously. Rock managed to get into a standing position elbowing Triple H in the stomach until he let go. Rock pushed Triple H away as he ran the ropes then hit him with a clothesline. rock went for the pin but Hunter kicked out when the one count hadn't even hit mat due to extremely slow officiating from Shane.

Rock turned over to Shane who gave his best innocent face and the shorter man definitely looked horrified at what Rock might do to him but he was ultimately saved when Hunter hit him at the back of head. Stephanie cheered on as her husband continued his assault on Rocky with suplexes and powerbombs. Triple H dominated a little bit until Rock picked up the pace, gained some momentum ad began to have the upper hand and as expected Shane got into some shenanigans as well. But the match wasn't really about Rocky and Hunter or even Shane, no.

The cameras focused more on the growing tension between Stephanie and Monica who were both cheering for their respective allies with Stephanie throwing dirty looks at Monnie each chance she got. They had a stare down ten minutes into the match which was interrupted when Triple H sent Rock flying over the top rope with a little assistance from Shane. You can bet that the the entire crowd was livid.

"Asshole, asshole, asshole...!" The crowd cheered in unison. Triple H gave them a sarcastic smirk as he picked up the Rock slamming him into the steel steps, the turnbuckle and ultimately the barricade close to the announcer table which happened to be where Monica's seat was.

"That's my man!" Stephanie cheered excitedly clapping her hands. Triple H noticed a concerned looking Monica trying to check on Rock but was her action was a bit limited due to the barricade obstruction. He decided to taunt her kicking Rock a few times and slamming his head into the barricade once more.

"Do you smell what I'm cooking?!" He mocked, taunting Monica. She rolled her eyes. "Do you smell what I'm cooking?!" Triple H teased louder than he had done before only this time getting into Monnie's face.

"Do you smell your own breath asshole?" She fired back. The camera made sure to capture her lips and a bit of sound. She smirked as Triple H's facial expression changed from a cocky one to one of pure anger. The crowd also helped to elevate the mood as they 'ooed' and laughed at him.

"Why you little..." Triple H said getting in her face. But a few seconds later he was pulled aside by his wife who was trying to calm him down. Monica kept glaring at them.

"Leave it to me" Stephanie said and within a split second she delivered a hard and painful slap to Monica which echoed around the arena. The crowd went ballistic with boos as Monica held her jaw trying to process what had just happened. "What are you gonna do about it huh?" Stephanie taunted. "What are you gonna..." Before she could utter another word Monica retorted with a punch which totally knocked Stephanie out. The crowd went wild.

Triple H who was about to pull Rock back into the ring, probably for a cover saw this and immediately abandoned Rock as he went to check on his fallen wife. Rage seethed within him as he went over to Monnie, pulled her over the barricade by her hair and let her fall hard on the floor with him towering above her. She tried to pick herself up but was still quite affected by what Triple H had done.

"I'm gonna make sure you regret that" He threatened as he got closer to her. She inched away from him trying to get on her feet. She was totally done for.

"BY GOD! And The Rock with a clothesline outta nowhere!" Jim Ross yelled into the mic as Rock recovered from the initial attacks and came to the rescue of Monica just in time.

"Just get out of here okay, it's not safe!" Rock said. Monica nodded though a bit reluctant. She quickly made her way to the barricade but before she got over she heard a smacking sound. *BAM* She turned around only to see that Shane McMahon had given Rock a chair shot to the head. She glared at him though he really didn't notice as he went over to Triple H helping him get back on his feet.

"This ends now! Get him inside the ring and pin him already, got that?" Shane spoke to Hunter who nodded, picking Rock up from the ground and rolling him into the ring. The crowd booed loudly as Shane clapped his hands in excitement almost mocking the fans.

Instead of heading right into the ring, Triple H decided to take a few minutes to check on his probably unconscious wife who hadn't moved an inch since she was punched square in the face by Monica. He knelt down beside her and pushed her hair aside to get a clear view of her face, making sure there were no bruises present before kissing her cheek and getting back up. Then his eyes shifted over to Monica.

The Latina had still not jumped over the barricade as she remained in a semi-frozen state with her eyes shifting back and forth between the three men. She was in a daze and in a dilemma as she mentally debated between getting involved in the match and probably getting hurt in the process, or not getting involved in the match and watching Rock lose his title in the most undeserving way possible. The choice was tough.

Though she quickly snapped out of her daze when she noticed Triple H stalking towards her. She quickly stood upright and started walking backwards as slow as possible knowing that if she began to run he would chase her.

"C'mon forget her, get back into the ring!" Shane yelled. Triple H let out a deep grunt.

"You're lucky. Now get out of my way" He said violently shoving her down the floor. Collective gasps and sounds of utter shock were heard from the crowd as well as a good number of boos. "Stay down!" He yelled walking away from her. Rage grew within her.

The choice was pretty obvious.

"The Rock's female friend with an enziguri kick straight to the head. I can't believe it!" Jim Ross screamed into the microphone as the crowd went wild. Shane McMahon's eyes went comically wide as a result of shock and the camera made sure to capture it.

Monica went over to the commentary table and grabbed a spare chair and folding it. She waited for Triple H to get up which he did soon enough, staggering. Once he was in a good enough position, Monica nailed him with a clean chair shot to the head,

"Somebody get her outta there, she's not supposed to be there" Jerry Lawler complained. Someone sure took what Jerry said seriously because next thing Monica knew, Shane McMahon appeared behind her from nowhere and swiped the chair she was holding throwing it into the ring.

"You're toast little girl!" He said to her waiting for her to turn back before hitting his move. But she was one step ahead of him. In a blink of an eye she hit him with a Pele kick which connected with his face and sent him straight to the floor. With everyone down, Monica quickly went into the ring to check on Rock trying to make sure he was okay and helping him to recover quickly.

The uproar of the crowd slowly became louder as a new referee came running to the ring. Monica's spirit lifted as she immediately stepped aside watching the new referee begin the count out for Triple H. The Rock had gotten to his feet at this point and took his stance waiting for the count out to finish.

At the count of eight and a half, Triple H managed to pull himself into the ring though it was quite obvious he was still weak. That being said, it didn't take long for Rock to hit him with the, well you guessed it; The Rock Bottom.

1...

2...

3...!

"The winner of this match and still the World Wrestling Federation Champion, The Rock!" Howard Finkel announced. As usual the crowd went wild and they got even louder when Monica went over to Rock and hugged him excitedly before raising his hand up in victory. Soon after that, Rock sat on the ropes making a way for Monica to get out of the ring before following suit. They both made their way to the ramp once again posing with the title.

"...this has been a great show. See you all next week"

Raw is War, Off Screen

"That was amazing!" Monica hadn't had the time to fully process her WWF debut when Lita came running up to her with an extremely tight hug temporarily knocking the wind out of her for some seconds.

"Thanks" She squeaked out. "Also I can't feel my ribs" That was Lita's cue to lay off as the redhead let out a little giggle.

"I agree. You've got what I like to call skill. You'll go really far here girl" A handsome black haired man she recognized as Matt Hardy said. "The name's Matt and I already you as Monica. Nice to meet you" He said shaking her hand.

"The pleasure is all mine." She said releasing the handshake. "Before I forget, thanks again Rock for agreeing to work with me on... Rock?" Monica called out to the Great One who was distracted by the monitor screen. "What in the hell?"

Though the show was off the air, the cameras always kept recording as long as there was activity going on in the ring or around it. And there was. By this time, Stephanie had become fully conscious again but was sitting upright, leaning against the barricade while Triple H rolled out of the ring after the pin but it was still quite obvious that he was okay.

But Shane on the other hand was being attended to by medical personnel. Monica wondered why until the camera zoomed in on him. Everyone gasped. It was horrendous.

Shane's forehead had somehow been bust wide open and to make matters worse, she read the word 'concussion' off the lips of one of the medical personnel.

"Oh no, Oh no, OH NO! What have I done?!" She panicked.

"Calm down, it might not be that bad, right?" Matt asked sounding unsure of what he was saying. No one else was convinced especially not Monica who was freaking out.

Her first day she injured someone. She drew blood and possibly gave him a concussion

And not just anyone, a McMahon.

Her WWF career was most definitely over before it even began.


Yeah, let's start with a bang! Let's wait and see what happens next.

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