Author's Note: This is a revised version of my planned WWE story. This time, my OC, Queen Bee, will not be included. This time, it will only focus on Carly X, an OC of mine who's background partially came from a fellow fanfic writer, Awesome ax10. This will be a reboot telling the tale of Carly X's career on WWE.

I've had multiple ideas and revisions on starting this fanfic. I originally planned to start with the beginning of the Mae Young Classic, but I eventually decided it would save a lot of time if I just start with the finals. After that, Carly X gets recruited to the main roster. Which reminds me, Carly X will be starting at NXT and I'm open to ideas about her time spent there. Who do you think would be her friends and rivals? What kind of storylines would you like to see her in? I'm open to any ideas.

Down below is a profile of Carly X. Hope it's simple enough.

Name: Carly X

Age: 18

From: Chicago, IL

Appearance: Carly X has an athletic teenage build, but she's tall for her age. She has long, blonde hair. She also has on a tiger-print sports bra and a matching pair of long tights under her black boots.

Style: Carly X is mostly a striking superstar who's flexible when it comes to acrobatics and technical wrestling.

Finisher: DDT-X (Carly puts her opponent in a guillotine hold before jumping up and slamming their head down while falling backwards)

Personality: Being a teenager, Carly X has a temper and gets furious when she's treated unfairly. Still, she works hard and has big dreams of being a champion.

Bio: Growing up under a single father, Carly always had an appreciation for athletics. She was mostly a fan of pro wrestling, but until she could come of age to try out, she spent her time focusing on soccer, a sport which she was pretty good at. She ruled at the sport right up until high school. When she turned 18, she headed to the WWE Performance Center and trained for a few months. Once the Mae Young Classic was announced and she was chosen as a competitor, it became the beginning of her WWE journey.

That's it for now. Enjoy the story. Hit me with ideas. Any and all comments are welcome.

My name is Carly, but while I'm in the ring, I'm known as Carly X, the Stylish Tiger. I'm 18 years old, but I dream of being the youngest champion in WWE history. My many months in WWE Performance Center have been very challenging, but no one said being a WWE Superstar was going to be easy, especially with the Mae Young Classic.

After two months of training, I had been chosen to try out for the Mae Young Classic tournament, where 32 women, including myself, would compete for fame and notoriety. In addition to the Mae Young Classic trophy, I knew I would be invited to join the main roster, which is a dream come true.

All the other women called me a kid, and they often looked down at me, but my actions these past four weeks have proven that I shouldn't be underestimated. I've prevailed over Madison Rayne first. I then defeated Alicia Fox. Mickie James was especially challenging, but I still managed to win. Lastly, I managed to defeat Layla in the semifinals, and now, I am ready to face my last opponent: Michelle McCool.

The night of the finals came at long last. I worked hard to get here, and I was determined to win this thing after coming so far. I was all set up brushing my blonde hair while waiting for my cue. However, before anything, I had to wait for my opponent to make her entrance.

Michelle's iconic theme song played while she strutted out into the ring. She brushed her blonde hair as she showed off her dark-blue, two-piece wrestling outfit with matching sleeves covering her arms and the hood over her head. She walked to the ring with her dark-blue boots and entered the ring. Michelle climbed up to the middle rope and displayed herself. As she did that, her hood was removed. After that, she stood in the ring and waited for me.

Now was my chance. With the song "Cherry Bomb" echoing across the dark arena, I made my entrance. I showed off my tiger-print sports bra and long pants with white frills at the ends. Walking on my black shoes, I walked up to the ring ready to deal with my much older opponent.

I thought back to my entire life before coming to the WWE. My dad must have been glued to his seat watching me on TV. When I entered the ring, I could tell that the commentators, Kevin Patrick and Corey Graves and even Beth Phoenix, were talking about how young I am and still able to make it this far, but I didn't pay them any mind. My mind was focused on Michelle McCool, who had an annoying smirk on her face.

The referee checked to see if both of us were ready and signaled for the bell.

DING-DING!

Michelle and I circled each other in the ring and quickly locked up with each other. We grappled for position, but Michelle had the experience over me and grabbed me in a headlock. She then tossed me to the ground while keeping the hold on. She squeezed my head while taunting me.

"You made it this far in the tournament, but it's time to send you back to kindergarten, little girl."

I sneered at Michelle's comments and struggled to escape. I managed to stretch my legs out and surround them around Michelle's head. I managed to get her to let go of my head, but Michelle countered my headscissor takedown with a roll-up pin. Thankfully, I kicked out before the ref could count to one.

As soon as we both returned to our feet, I brought Michelle in with a side headlock, but she quickly pushed me off of her and tossed me to the rope. When I ran back, I was met with Michelle's shoulder that brought me down. She hooked my leg and called for the ref.

1…

I kicked out just in time. Still, Michelle didn't let off. She pulled me back up to my feet by my arm and wretched it. I clenched my teeth trying to endure the hold. Thankfully, I managed to roll on the mat and reverse the arm wretch. This was the first time I got a painful reaction from the WWE veteran.

Of course, I shouldn't have celebrated too early. Michelle swung her arm like a baseball bat and threw me to the corner. I was stunned when my back hit the corner. That gave Michelle enough time to rush right at me and strike my head with her elbow. I would have fallen too if Michelle hadn't reached out her foot to hold me up by my neck. I strained in the stretch while the referee counted. He made it to four before Michelle let me go and let me fall to a seated position.

Michelle strutted around the ring clearly mocking me. "This girl ain't all that! She's not ready!" She climbed up to the middle rope above me and blew kisses to the crowd. She gave a few hops before swinging her feet my way. Thankfully, I recovered just in time and caught her legs. I returned to my feet still holding onto Michelle's feet while she had her hands on the ropes. I pulled her away and slammed her down on the mat before covering her.

1…

Michelle kicked out, but I was on a roll. Before I joined the world of wrestling, I was a soccer star at my high school, so I decided to put that to the test. I ran over to the ropes and ran back shooting a kick to Michelle's head while she was trying to get back up. I rolled her over for the pin again.

1… 2…

Michelle kicked out. I went behind her back and pulled her arms towards me. I then wrapped my legs around them locking the veteran into a lotus lock. I managed to get Michelle to yell out in pain protesting and demanding that I let go of her. That only made me tighten the hold more.

"Michelle, do you give?" the referee asked.

"NO!" Michelle yelled out. She managed to reach back and roll me back. My shoulders were on the mat and the referee began to count.

1…

As soon as I heard the count begin, I released Michelle who then rolled over to the ropes and used them to try and get up. I approached her to stop her, but she surprised me with an elbow to my stomach. She then grabbed me by my sports bra and slammed my neck onto the middle rope. After bouncing off and tending to my sore neck, Michelle then brought me down with a high kick.

Both of us slowly got up at the same time. I went after Michelle and threw a punch, but she blocked it and countered with one of her own. It connected making me stumble around. She struck me in the chest two times before bringing me down with a lariat. She had the advantage, and she proceeded to stomp on me multiple times.

When she was done stomping me, Michelle brought me up to my feet and hooked my arms. As soon as he pulled me upside down, I knew what she was attempting to do. She was going to slam me down with her finishing move, the Faith Breaker, so I had to escape. Thankfully, I had enough stamina to shake myself free and use my legs to perch myself above Michelle's shoulders. I launched myself down and slammed Michelle with a sunset flip. After she made impact, I hooked her leg for the pin.

1… 2…

Michelle kicked out. Still, I was proud to have escaped from her Faith Breaker. I decided that since this was the final match of this year's Mae Young Classic, I had to do some more memorable moments. So I picked Michelle up and launched her to the corner. I then propped her up to sit on the top turnbuckle. With her there, I wrapped my legs around her head and launched her backwards into the ring. I used the ropes below me to help me stabilize my safe landing. I then went to Michelle and covered her for the pin.

1… 2… Thre…

Much to my surprise, Michelle still managed to kick out. This left me with no choice left. I was planning on debuting this once I made it to the main roster, but Michelle has forced my hand. First, I picked Michelle up and hooked my arm around her head in a guillotine hold. Then, I used all my leg strength to launch myself up in the air and fall backwards landing Michelle's head square onto the mat. I call it the DDT-X, and based on everyone I sparred against in the Performance Center, it worked like a charm. I hooked Michelle's leg and waited for the referee to call the match, but strangely, he didn't even count.

I removed myself from Michelle's prone body and looked to see what was distracting the referee. I was shocked to see that it was none other than Michelle McCool's long-time partner, Layla, who I beat in the semifinals. I could hear her protesting to the referee to get his attention, but I wasn't having any of it.

"She's cheating!" Layla accused pointing her finger at me. "Are you blind, ref? She's fouling the rules!"

"I'll foul you if you don't leave!" I warned. "Or do you want a repeat of what happened last week!"

"Hey, Layla, leave before I call security!" the referee warned.

While the referee was working to get Layla out, I turned my attention back to Michelle. But much to my shock, she stood up before me and threw a punch at me. I then noticed that there was something strange about that punch. For a second, I noticed a heavy ring around one of her fingers, and it struck me square in the head nearly rendering me unconscious. The referee didn't see that after Michelle threw it out of the ring.

Michelle McCool picked me up, bent me over, and hooked her arms around mine again. She lifted me up readying her finisher, and this time, I couldn't escape from her. I was another victim of the Faith Breaker. She hooked my leg confidently.

1… 2… 3!

DING-DING!

Michelle's theme played as she stood up and cheered for herself. I, however, breathed heavily with a sore shock coursing through every part of my body. As I rolled out of the ring, I watched with discontent as Michelle McCool celebrated her foul win. Two women walked into the ring holding a bouquet of flowers. Triple H was also there to pass her the Mae Young Classic trophy that she didn't rightfully earn. It infuriated me as I returned backstage.

"I was close. So close. I would have won if Layla hadn't ruined everything." Those were the words I repeated to myself as I packed all my gear into my bag. But as I left the locker room, I was unfortunate enough to come across an interviewer who looked more than ready to question me.

"Carly, that was a close match! Does it bother you that Michelle McCool won?"

I was fuming, but I held back as best as I could as I answered. "Does it bother me? Does it bother me? I worked hard for weeks going through one wrestling legend to another. And despite how hard Michelle fought, I would have had her. I had her overconfidence at my disposal, and I should have won. But Layla intervened and Michelle hit me with a loaded punch. You all saw that. So yeah. I'm bothered."

"And you have every right to be." I was surprised by a familiar British voice coming from right beside me. I was shocked to see that it was none other than the GM of NXT, William Regal. "Could you give us a moment, please?"

"Sure, Mr. Regal." The interviewer said before leaving.

"William Regal." I gasped in surprise. "What brings you here?"

"Well, I'm here to see justice done. And I might say, Carly, you really made your mark these last few weeks. WWE, could use a young talent like you. Too bad Vickie doesn't see it that way."

"Vickie?" I asked.

"Yes, Vickie Guerrero. I'm sure you've heard of her."

Of course, I did. No WWE fan hasn't heard of her. "What does she have to do with this?"

"You haven't heard?" Regal asked. "She was recently hired as Smackdown's General Manager. Not only that, but after Michelle took that trophy, I overheard her and Layla on the phone with her. Apparently, she's immediately signing them both to Smackdown immediately."

"Of course, she was." I thought to myself. "She was always close to Laycool. Of course, she's pulling strings for her friends."

"But someone with real vision like myself can see talent when he sees it." Regal said. "Carly X, I would like o sign you up for NXT."

The offer brought hope into my heart. I smiled brightly with excitement. "Mr. Regal, I'd be honored! Thank you!"

"Don't thank me. You earned it." Regal said. "I'll give you until the next NXT show to get your affairs in order. Welcome to WWE, Carly X."

He walked away leaving me elated. Once I was alone, I quickly pulled out my phone to tell my dad the good news. I may have lost the Mae Young Classic (unfairly), but my WWE career has finally begin. "Just wait, world, because the Carly X era has started!"