Chapter 1: Welcome to the show

"I'm so excited!" Tyson said as we sat in the classroom that was in The Dungeon. For years, the three of us would meet in here to learn the less technical side of wrestling: the history.

"What has you excited this time? Time before last it was meeting Jim Neidhart, last time it was meeting Trish Stratus. What has your panties in a twist now?" I jokingly asked.

"I bet it's Christian or Edge. You know how much you love Team E + C." Natalya giggled.

"No! Today we get to find out who the next batch of superstars going to the WWE!" Tyson smiled eagerly.

"Maybe that's a reason to be excited." I conceded.

Tyson eagerly nodded as Stu Hartt entered, signaling us to be quiet. We really didn't want to run a mile and a half with 110 lbs. on our backs for talking. "Alright everybody! As you know, Vince wants a bunch of new talent. Unfortunately, we only have a few people he wants. First up…" the pause he took was longer than it should have been, "Tyson Kidd."

Tyson smiled and went to stand at the front of the class room. He smiled at us and held two thumbs up.

"Second up…" again with the abnormally long pause, "…David Hartt-Smith."

"That's a given." Natalya whispered to me. David Hartt-Smith was the son of the British Bulldog's Davey Boy Smith and the nephew of Brett Hartt. He was practically bred to wrestle and let everyone know it. We watched as he joined Ty at the head of the class. He winked at me and I mimed vomiting.

"Third up…" I began to think that if he paused again I'd scream, "…Natalya Neidhart."

"Way to go Natty!" I smiled softly before Natalya walked up to join Tyson and David. She hugged Tyson and then looked at me apologetically.

"And last but not least…" this pause was even longer and I couldn't help but look down at my desk, "…Meghan Stevenson."

The words took a few seconds to hit me. Me? I was going to be a new superstar? I walked to the front of the class hugging Tyson and Natalya. We were going to the WWE. We exited the room. "Us? Superstars?" I asked, looking at Tyson and Natalya.

"You better believe it. I hope they keep us as a tag team." Tyson smiled.

"Are you kidding? If we tag team, eventually Mr. McMahon is going to break us up. Can you imagine if they put Meg and I in a feud over you?" Natalya asked.

"Ew!" Tyson and I echoed.

David walked into the hall, smirking at us. "So I get stuck with you three ladies?" David and Tyson were notorious at the school for hating each other.

"You better watch what you say to him." Natalya said bravely stepping up to David. Out of the three of us, Natalya was the only one who David was even remotely scared of. Maybe it was the fact that they were cousins or maybe it was something more. "Or I may just have to tell your uncle who it was that stole twenty dollars from his wallet."

"Easy girl, I just wanted to talk to Meghan." David smiled at me.

"Oh and why on Earth would you want that?"

"I'm going to offer my help as a tag team partner," he smirked, "We'd be a hell of a team, Mr. Hartt even thinks so."

I narrowed my eyes, "There is no way in hell I would ever tag team with you."

"C'mon Meg," he elbowed me, "you're the best diva The Dungeon has seen in a long time and I'm the best at what I do."

"First of all, you can't call me Meg. Only Tyson and Natalya can call me Meg. Second of all, your not the best. Tyson is ten times the wrestler that you will ever hope to be. Third, there's not a snowballs chance in hell that you and I are going to get along." I jabbed him in the chest with my finger. We scowled at each other before I replied, "Ty, Natty lets get going." The three of us walked away from him.

"You'll regret it Meghan." David yelled after us.

"Let's just go." I muttered. We left The Dungeon but his words hung heavy on my mind.

We left Canada by plane at 2:00 that afternoon. Natalya sat behind Tyson and I sat next to her. "So, what do you two hope happens to us?" I asked.

"I so want to go to Raw." Tyson smiled, "I mean, all the really good superstars are there. Maybe I can learn a thing or two from Shawn Micheals."

"Forget Raw!" Natalya smiled, "I so want to go to ECW. I mean, extreme is what it's all about! What about you Meg?"

"I really don't care. As long as I'm pro, I'm pro." I nodded, looking out the window.

"Something wrong?"

"Nothing. Just…what if we get split up?" I asked gently.

"Then we get split up." Tyson shrugged. "Is this like a, 'I'm not good enough' thing?"

"Maybe." I sheepishly answered.

"Well, you obviously have to be good enough of you wouldn't have been picked to go. There was a sliver of truth in what Davey said." Natalya nodded.

"Oh and that is?"

"Your one of the best diva's The Dungeon has seen in a long time." Natalya smiled.

"Thanks guys. Now shh, I'm tired." I laughed before taking a nap.

An hour later we arrived in Hartford, Conneticut. Before we got into our separate hotel room, I reminded them. "Dress nice, I don't want Mr. McMahon to think that we're hooligans." I smiled. I looked at Tyson's hair. "Maybe you should shave?"

"Shave?" Tyson asked, a look of genuine fear on his face. "I have had my pompadour hawk since I was 14 and you want me to shave it? Do I tell you to fix your hair?"

"Fine, don't shave. It's a part of who you are. I get it." I nodded.

"You get it?"

"Sure. You do your thing and Natty does hers and I do mine."I shrugged, "Just make up for it by dressing extra nice." I entered my hotel room and changed into a blue blouse and black dress skirt with high heels. Something that, on a normal day, you couldn't catch me in. I re-entered the hall and waited for the other two, nerves building up in my stomach. What if I did get paired with David? What if, even worse, I got paired with Tyson? I hadn't been around wrestling as long as Natty. I didn't know what to expect. I was so wrapped up in my own brain that I didn't notice Tyson and Natalya were ready to go.

"Earth to Meghan, Earth to Meghan." Tyson said, knocking his fist gently against my head. I turned to see him and almost swooned. He wore a baby pink button up shirt with a black tie, black slacks, and black button shoes. And unlike most men, pink didn't emasculate him.

"Wow…" I smiled.

"Wow what?" Tyson asked.

"Wow you managed not to look like a complete doofus." I said covering up my shock. I turned to Natalya who was wearing a pink sundress and black sandal high heels. "You two ready?"

"Sure am." Natalya smiled.

"Couldn't be more confident." Tyson nodded, "How about yourself?"

"I'm great," I lied. "Lets go."

The drive to WWE headquarters took at least an hour but the time spent in the waiting room seemed even longer. We sat there for hours until Vince's secretary smiled at us, "You may go in now," she smiled. I was the first to enter, followed by Tyson and Natalya.

Vince McMahon sat behind his desk, looking at us as if we were exhibits in his personal zoo. "You three must be the kids from The Dungeon." Vince said.

"Yes sir." Natalya nodded.

"Well, I went over your records and tapes and I think I've decided who I want where." Vince said, "Ms. Neidhart, Mr. Kidd you two will be going to ECW. Ms. Stevenson, you will be going to Raw."

My heart snapped in my chest. Just like that, any dream I had of capturing gold with my best friends at my side cheering me on was over.